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Willson

Willson


Fag : -
Antal indlæg : 218

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IndlægEmne: Pressure like a drip   Pressure like a drip EmptyOns Feb 16, 2022 4:52 pm

DATE | March 14th 2022
TIME  | Midday
LOCATION | The local thrift shop
WEATHER | its getting brighter and warmer
ATTIRE | Willson | Malcolm
TOPIC FOR | @Lauren
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"And this, this is where you want to go?" Willson let out a sight watching his younger brother walk backwards into the thrift shop, before following him. Now this was Willson's day off, and he had looked toward to pick up his daughter early from daycare to spent the day with her. Then Malcolm had suddenly stood outside Willson's front door leaning against the door frame and teleported them here. Willson however didn't say anything further before shaking his head and walked inside with Malcolm who was already looking at everything at once if that was even possible, but if anyone could if would be Malcolm. Sometimes watching them you would never have guessed these two old warlocks were old warlocks, Malcolm speeding around like a young adult who was more or less like an excited puppy, and Willson the annoyed older brother who had promised to look after him. However so, Willson couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the different things on the shelves and maybe he could find something. Then out of nowhere Malcolm jumped out as Willson looked at some books, Willson almost jumping back looking at his younger brother dressed with a pair of sunglasses, a larger beach hat, and a pink feather boa, "Jesus Malcolm," Willson hissed a little at his brother who just looked at him with a big grin. "Correction, its just Malcolm these days," the youngest brother correct the other one. "Put it back please," - "you are really no fun." Malcolm complained walking back to where he had taken the stuff. Willson's eyes looked towards a werewolf not far from them who had seen it, and gave her a small smile almost wanting to apologize for Malcolm's stunts, but also knowing most people didn't find Malcolm's little games that awful, Willson didn't either it wasn't that he just wasn't in the mood.
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Lauren

Lauren


Humør : A tough life is to be clumsy.
Fag : Visual Arts, chemistry, track, religion
Antal indlæg : 84

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IndlægEmne: Sv: Pressure like a drip   Pressure like a drip EmptyOns Feb 16, 2022 5:15 pm

Attire: Her own croptop and green pants. A thriftshop shirt over it.

Community service was okay, or at least Lauren had survived approximately a week in it. She had been assigned a thrift shop to work at whenever she didn’t have her school. That of course meant that she wouldn’t be near drugs nor small kids unless they had friends or parents with them. Genius, right? The only thing was, thrift shops were never really that busy and you mostly just had to figure out what to do with the stuff that came in, and of course sell whenever people actually bought something. It was often that people just visited, looked, tried, and had fun with things before they left again. This of course meant that Lauren had had ‘friends’ visit and sometimes she was able to do homework or sleep. The latter was something she had taken use of as of right now. She had leaned back in her chair in the back room and almost tipped off it when she heard the bell for the door when costumers entered. She quickly got up and corrected a strand of hair that had gotten loose from the bun her hair was in. She smacked her lips a little and took a sip of her water before she walked out to see who had chosen to visit the thrift shop. Two grownup men. She sent them both a wide customer-service-friendly smile. One of them seemed very, very excited and the other might just be following because he had promised to? Who knew. Lauren licked her lips and picked up a small box that she tried to sort things out with while the men were looking. She could see how the tall slimmer one dressed up and couldn’t help but pull a cheesy smile as he jumped out to scare the other. She tried to hold back a laugh, and when the other looked at her she shrugged. “It’s fine as long as he doesn’t break it,” she said, even though none of them had talked to her directly. It was first when she had mentioned it, that she figured that there was a possibility that the slimmer dude would go bananas now that he had been allowed.
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Willson

Willson


Fag : -
Antal indlæg : 218

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IndlægEmne: Sv: Pressure like a drip   Pressure like a drip EmptySøn Feb 27, 2022 10:14 am

Willson chuckled a little bit, well he wasn't sure Malcolm wouldn't break anything. "Can't really promise anything with that guy, but brother's what can you do," Willson shook his head a little bit as he watched Malcolm wander around like the whole place was his kingdom, and well yes Willson did find comfort in the fact that Malcolm came to him and forced him around. It meant they were still close no matter how much time past them and no matter how old they got. Because it was very safe to say that Willson and Malcolm were very different people when you looked at them, but they still shared a lot of the same values. And sometimes it helped that they had just been them and their four other siblings, it had made them close and their bond were rather strong despite they had lost some down the road. Willson still hated keeping from Malcolm the fact that Olivia had died, knowing it would break him to know his best friend had died. How many more hits could Malcolm take before he completely lost it?

Willson returned his eyes to the young werewolf, not blind to the fact that there had to be a whole story on what she was doing here. His eyes wondered over her for a second noticing that she was missing a finger, or maybe it was just broken and covered up by something - no she had to have lost it, how did someone lose a finger? "Must be rather boring standing in here all day, only getting visits from crazy old fools like that one?" He pointed back towards Malcolm in the back trying on different hats and sunglasses.
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Lauren

Lauren


Humør : A tough life is to be clumsy.
Fag : Visual Arts, chemistry, track, religion
Antal indlæg : 84

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IndlægEmne: Sv: Pressure like a drip   Pressure like a drip EmptySøn Feb 27, 2022 10:47 am

Lauren sent the guy a little brighter smile. She liked the way he knew he couldn’t promise anything. She let her eyes fall down on the counter with the box that she was sorting out. The smile vanished when she thought about Taylor. While she stood there and sorted things she cursed under her breath whenever something fell through the place where her left middle finger once had been. This job certainly put her hands to the test. It certainly made her more aware that she was missing a finger, and sometimes it just provoked phantom pain.
She looked up when one of the costumers asked her something. She pulled a crooked little smile and shrugged. “He would actually be one of the costumers that I would look forwards to,” she laughed a little. “Besides, it better than bars,” it slipped out of her mouth, and she laughed a little dryly before she realized what she had just said. It wasn’t like she wasn’t allowed to share that she was doing community service, but some people might not like the specific fact that it was ‘over bars’. Slightly conflicted she let the sorting be and grabbed box with more sunglasses and moved around the desk and approached the brother who was having his deal of fun. “There’s more here,” she said, giving him a short-lived smile before she started putting the sunglasses on the table for him. She didn’t want to be of too much trouble to them, which was why she carried the box in her right hand and put the sunglasses down with her left one, this way she wasn’t taking up too much space for him to try things and look into the mirror.
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Malcolm

Malcolm


Humør : if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have.
Antal indlæg : 50

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IndlægEmne: Sv: Pressure like a drip   Pressure like a drip EmptySøn Mar 27, 2022 12:55 pm

Willson chuckled a little as she said that Malcolm would be one of the ones she actually would appreciate coming by. Well, it made him happy, knowing people had a tendency to misunderstand Malcolm's honesty or ways of doing things. There was still a lot of things Willson needed to tell Malcolm about, but he couldn't, and for some reason he didn't feel like it should be his burden alone to do so, to break Malcolm's heart even further. "Oh yeah? I would agree," he chuckled a little bit, curious really on what had gotten the werewolf into trouble. He chose not to ask, unlike Malcolm, Willson wasn't as blunt. However he let her approach Malcolm with the box with more sunglasses, crossing his arms a little bit as he saw Malcolm turn around towards the young werewolf.

Malcolm clapped his hands a little bit, like a child about to open his presents for Christmas. He let his eyes wonder over the counter where she placed each pair, having him taking them on looking in the mirror, as if Malcolm really needed a new pair of sunglasses - but well it was fun. He took some big pink heart shaped up and looked at them, "maybe a bit to glamour for me, try them," he gave the werewolf a warm smile.  "Oh, and with this," he took the box from her and let it be on the counter. Then taking the feather borra of himself and placed it over her shoulder, taking a step back. "Then add the sun glasses, perfection," he let out a warm laugh. Willson just stood an observed for a moment letting his brother's warmth fill up the room, because it had been a while since he had just seen Malcolm just be.
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Lauren

Lauren


Humør : A tough life is to be clumsy.
Fag : Visual Arts, chemistry, track, religion
Antal indlæg : 84

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IndlægEmne: Sv: Pressure like a drip   Pressure like a drip EmptySøn Mar 27, 2022 10:34 pm

Now, Lauren was used to think differently, being a former member of a gang, being high all of the time and simply just having all of the diagnoses she wandered around with, her mind was simply screwed together differently. To her Malcolm was just a guy who had a very good day and could find joy in the simple things. Like a feather boa and sunglasses. Lauren smiled friendly as the chatty and apologizing warlock, appreciating that he didn’t dig around in things that wasn’t his to worry about, though one might be worried when they knew the one that looked out for the shop had a been close to, or been in prison. Sadly, Lauren had spent time in prison and that had also taken a toll on her. Cold turkey first and foremost, resulting in so much pain from abstinences. Oh, how the prison officer hadn’t liked how they had to take care of her, since her stomach had made her shit everywhere.

Now, a more genuine smile spread on Laurens lips with the way that the thinner warlock almost stimmed in appreciation from receiving more sunglasses to try. Autistic or ADHD traits. She knew them herself – much better now that she was… More sober. She still had her medication and kept her weed somewhere where she herself was certain her mother wouldn’t find it. It was for her anxiety, she told herself. While she put sunglasses onto the counter, she looked up at him as he tried some and posed with them. “Those look great,” she complimented him, even though she wasn’t really trying to sell him anything, because if she had to be honest, anything would probably look good on him, because he would either look like a million dollars, or like the goofball he portrayed to her right now. She tried to keep back her smile as he picked up. Her brows raised as he told her that they were too glamour for him and that she should try them. “Oh, okay,” she said and grabbed the sunglasses with her left hand. She chuckled a little as he suddenly took the box from her and gave her the feather boa too. She licked her lips before she attempted to put on the sunglasses. Now, not using glasses in her daily life, and since it hadn't been summer, she hadn’t really tried handling glasses without her middle finger, which made putting the sunglasses on a little difficult, but she managed and looked up at him, posing a little with the feather boa. The boa fell perfectly in the space between her index -and ring finger, making it fall down in an almost magical way – even though there was nothing magical about a feather boa or her lost finger. Now Lauren had never really dulled herself up, and never really posed for a camera, which made this a fun experience. With these few costumers, she allowed herself to tag along in the play. Her boss didn’t expect anything done from a drug addict either way. “Oh, I got something for you too,” she said, her eyes almost shining in excitement, as she held up a finger for him to wait for a moment while she found something. She hurried into the back area where they had received a package. She knew exactly where it was and was quick to grab the two things, she believed he needed. She hurried back and put a gold plastic crown. She handed it to him and folded what looked like a purple blanket out. It revealed itself to be a purple cape with a white and black fur edge, “And a cape for the royalty,” she mused offering it to him, also being of service if he needed help with tying it.
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