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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 11, 2019 19:32:27 GMT -6
The sky was bright and the ground was hot, radiating up off the cobblestones. Fiera was in one of the nicer parts of town, designed to look 'rustic' while being no more than thirty odd years old. The shops were small and cute, but sold modern (but expensive) products. The cafes were quaint looking, but with cutting edge, experimental food. The people that frequented this area had a tendency to look tousled, but expertly so, with every messy strand of hair and out of date item of clothing being selected and arranged with precision. Fiera nearly fit in here; the humanish was carefully picking her way down the street, in a form fitting pink dress, a white denim vest, an ivory hat, and some groceries draped over one arm. An outsider would think she was just another practiced socialite, examining the newcomers to the street.
In reality, she was completely lost. One hand looked like it was placed casually in the pocket of her vest, when really it was nervously fiddling with the lining. Careful steps in fancy shoes belied how tired her feet were. A glowy face was really actually just covered in sweat. She had decided to take a shortcut back to her cheap apartment from the grocery store, but it hadn't ended up quite as short as she wanted it to. And by "not as short" she meant "approximately three hours, judging by the sun". Her sense of pride had prevented her from asking for directions until now however, and instead she leaned up against the wall of a combo cafe-ice cream parlor and tried to look casual while internally damning the sun and the concept of heat for existing.
FF: 1
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Post by Amelia on Jul 11, 2019 21:17:57 GMT -6
Amelia had woken up today, and it was maybe not the best day for her. Her brain was on its own pathway, and thoughts were flying around at miles a minute. Most thoughts made little sense, and she tried to filter herself. Sandy was resting between the tournament battles, and she had spent some time with Denny in the morning to see how he was healing from their last quest. Luckily, he was healing quite well. The medics were able to clean and mend the wound nicely. It had a bandage on it, and it would be quite a disaster for some time but he would eventually heal near perfect. Amelia had decided she would get some more bandages for the drake, and as she navigated the town the bandages were far in the back of her mind. All the sights and scents had distracted her, and thrown her brain into overdrive mode.
It was hot out, and the mammalian didn't have much choices for dress. She had thick fur, which did help keep her cool in this blistering weather. But also made it so she had no desire to pack on more clothing. She had asked for directions to different places a multitude of times, but unfortunately once she took her first turn she had already forgotten where she was going or what she was looking for. Her mind was chaotic, and she was a lot busier than she had to be. After an hour of searching, she finally buckled down to try to find the bandages, once and for all. She got the directions, and ran. If she moved quickly she wouldn't have time to be distracted. Or something like that. Instead the mammalian turned a corner and ran straight into a table set up. She knocked over a chair and tipped the umbrella over, right into the direction of a humanish in a pink dress who was shielding herself from the heat. Ironic.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 11, 2019 21:56:36 GMT -6
Fiera sighed heavily. Ok. She couldn't stay here for too long, or else these groceries would never get home. She just had to keep wandering, she'd find home eventually. Fiera moved to push herself away from the wall- and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground. She laid there in shock for a moment, her groceries spilled across the ground. Bread touched dirty sidewalk. A few fruits and veggies wandered off into sewer drains. An entire egg carton, opened and cracked down the front of her dress, few eggs surviving the carnage. Fiera stood up, slowly. One might think she was calm, but a more discerning eye would see differently. Her shoulders were stiffed, hands held in a position that would imply her claws were out, if she had any. Her tail stuck straight out, every last hair on it raised into a painfully amusing brush. Her ears laid flat on her head. Finally, she rotated, stiffly and gingerly, her eyes wide and her face stiff with barely contained emotion.
Several thoughts ran through her head, but her throat only produced choked syllables, like an old car engine trying to turn over. Why did you push that on to me? Didn't you know those were all the groceries that I could afford this week? Why weren't you more careful? Did you even see me? But instead, all that came out was a slow and possibly petty sounding set of realization. "My food... my... dress." Finally, some layer of shock seemed to get ripped off like a bandage and Fiera's face screwed up in anger, her voice spiralling upward into a piercing screech. "What the HECK, lady?!"
FF:2
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Post by Amelia on Jul 12, 2019 19:02:41 GMT -6
Amelia stood there, jaw dropped. How did she do this. She froze, her brain finally coming to a stop. She stuttered, trying to find the words. There was food everywhere. Finally, she was able to get out a few words.
"I am so sorry." She grabbed a piece of bread off the sidewalk, dusting it off and putting it back into its bag. That wasn't going to fix things. She looked at the egg carton, and she wasn't sure if there was any intact eggs. She closed the lid, encapsulating the mess inside. The fruit that had fallen into the sewer was lost, and she was pretty sure that there was no way she was going to be able to salvage this mess. The mammalian stood up quickly, having an idea. Of course, she didn't have good ideas, and usually her ideas made things worse. She ran to a nearby stand, grabbing a collect of napkins and paper towel. She ran back over to the lady. Without asking permission, she quickly started to wipe off the food from the woman's dress. After a few short moments she realized this was a bad idea, and stood back. Instead, she held her hand out clutching the napkins, most covered in eggs at this point. "Perhaps I should let you do this?"
This was why Amelia didn't have friends. Because the only interaction she had with people were like this.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jul 13, 2019 12:31:34 GMT -6
Fiera watched as the mammalian stuttered apologies and rushed around the sidewalk, trying to salvage the groceries. Yeah, that bread wasn't getting any less dirty, but at least she had the good sense to be sorry about it. She stood, arms crossed as Amelia bumbled around trying to pick up the eggs, then went to grab napkins aND THEN HANDS ON HER CHEST, OK. Fiera was half a second from snatching (And likely snapping) Amelia's wrist before she took her hands off of Fiera's dress. She snatched the napkins away, and hissed "YES, I would like to do that, thank you so very much." As she tried to wipe the egg mess off of her shirt, she looked up and around her. Great. People were starting to notice, and now she looked as crappy as she felt. Fiera desperately tried to keep her temper in check, if just to stop from embarrassing herself further, but her voice still came out in a hiss. "I at least hope you're planning on paying for the food you ruined." There. That would get her a free load of groceries, AND would give the mammalian an option to make herself feel better and get off of Fiera's case.
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