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Post by Peno on Sept 16, 2018 3:47:54 GMT -6
Peno was extremely nervous, she actually was planning to ask out Sleet soon… Maybe even today. She had a crush on the guy for a little bit, and she really wanted him to know. She was pacing in the city as she usually does. Her tall self a noticeable point to be seen as she nervously kept going, coffee and cigarette in hand. She looked horrible, hair frizzled and messed up; bags under her eyes; the little bit of makeup she had on at the moment messed up, the eyeliner on a little heavy and noticeable. She looked just really stressed, which didn’t help as she took a long drag of her cigarette.
Blowing out, she has a look of calm for a moment, but the overall stressful look came back. The plant she went to grab up north recently, even though she didn’t grab, she found someone who’d do it for her and running tests, it was USELESS! So she was still on the research phase and it really did not help with money troubles coming in with her research.
One thing was hitting another and she had begun to smoke more too, so it really didn’t help with anything as she finished her second one of the day, pulling out a third and lighting it quickly, trying to get the high to escape reality she desperately struggled for. She hated reality, she didn’t want to face it. She’d rather hide and stay away. Shaking her head of the very dark thoughts, she thought of Sleet and what she should do. She’d rather be nervous than think bad stuff.
While walking, she held her coffee which was warm, not burning hot and half full; her lighter and wonderful tobacco friend. Putting the lighter away, she lost grip of the cup, not realising and spilling on, however, was unfortunate to be under her.
“N-no! Sonva Bitcha! I-I’m sorry!” she said, not really fully into it so she didn’t catch herself cursing as she looks down to see if she spilt on anyone and if so, hopefully, they’d realize it’s an accident.
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Post by Kohlra on Sept 16, 2018 13:12:44 GMT -6
Kohlra's PL: 24,000
A yawn would escape the saiyan as she walked around the streets of North City, “Uuuugh, finally I can get out of this stupid city.” The woman had recently flown from South City over to North City due to an apparent sale that was going on. Why didn't South City have this sale? Well, the answer was simple: she didn't know either. Honestly she thought it was EXTREMELY stupid that she had to fly all the way over to North City to buy some damn clothes. Hell, most of the clothes she bought weren't even for herself! It was for her son, Tarch, and apparently he didn't pack enough clothes to hold out for the entire week. "Alright, now I just gotta go and get some food. Maybe I'll go grab some more of those microwave pizzas Tarch likes? Or I can just grab those big oven pizzas... hmm."
She would stop and think for a moment, going through the list that she mentally made. "Soda, pizzas, vegetables, chicken... dammit, what was that last one?" The woman growled quietly to herself, closing her eyes and looking towards the ground as she tried to think about what else she needed. "What was it? Fuuuuck..." Kohlra tapped her floor on the pavement, thinking real hard for a moment... only to sigh, giving up. "Whatever. I'll get it whenever I remember... ugh, I should actually write this crap down." She mumbled to herself, continuing to walk up the sidewalk. Maybe she'll remember by walking around for a bit?
A few minutes had passed since she started to wander the city, looking around at the various shops that were open. She wasn't really paying attention as she walked, and that would be a really regretful decision as she bumped into someone. Kohlra grunted once bumping into said person, though her eyes would grow WIDE whenever they spilled something on her shirt. "HEY, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" The saiyan shouted, dropping her bags and looking down. Dammit, she was wearing her favorite shirt too! Kohlra then looked up at the woman, preparing to throw a threat at them until realizing how... tall this woman was.
She blinked a couple of times, though soon enough she would grit her teeth together, rearing her fist back... "Hope ya don't mind me knocking ya a few pe- Wait." Kohlra would sniff the air for a moment, immediately recognizing that smell...
Coffee.
"Oh, wait... I needed to buy coffee. Just because you reminded me, I'm not gonna splatter your brains across the pavement." She said, only to go ahead and grab at her stained shirt, sorta pulling on it. "... Now I gotta go to the wash. Fucking hell, y'know coffee stains are hard to get out? Dammit..." It appears that Peno was spared by coffee.
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Post by Peno on Sept 17, 2018 2:23:01 GMT -6
Peno got ready to apologize but the lady she spilt coffee on was vastly over her power. “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” she screams this, looking terrified, falling on her ass and scooting away, going against the wall when the lady began to rear her fist back. She liked she saw a monster and she began to shake, frozen now. “I d-didn’t mean to! I-I’m sorry! I-I’ll pay for your shirt cleaned and c-coffee!” she said, her voice defeated, while she was unmoving. She felt her wallet and debit card scream in anguish while the devil which was her credit card laughed temptingly in her ear.
Her cigarette lied on the ground, dirtied and disgusting which she cut as a loss. She finally got the nerve to stand, which took her a second, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she shook, still pressed against the wall. This woman terrified her. She was too violent and would kill over simple spilt coffee it would seem. She could get the point of her though, but with electronics for the young woman. When she sees someone break something perfectly fine and whether, on purpose or accident, she can’t hold back.
“Ma-ma’am…?” she started, very tense and gazing for her reaction. “I-I’ll purchase a new shirt or get the cleaning charge… And b-buy you some coffee…?” she asked, timidly, still not moving from the wall, in fact, she seemed to be pressing more against it, attempting to move a bit back from Kohlra as much as possible. “I am P-Peno by the way… P-please don’t hit me or anything physical as you’d most likely ki-kill me or break me very badly and… I’d still die in that scenario… Just do-don’t do anything like that, let’s go with that.” she pleaded, pushing her power to as close to nothing as possible, seeming like she was trying to hide from the Saiyan women which didn’t work since she was right in front of her and sticking out like a sore thumb.
And this all didn't help with the fact that her stress continued to rise, looking worse than before, the eyeliner that she applied was now runny with the tears, and smeared it. This was a shit day, thankfully it couldn't get worse... Right? |
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Post by Kohlra on Sept 18, 2018 4:50:28 GMT -6
Honestly Kohlra felt bad now. Whenever she lowered her hand, she gave a sort of frown once seeing Peno beginning to panic, begging for the saiyan to not harm her. She sort of just rubbed the back of her head, backing away a little bit. Just seeing this poor person’s reaction kinda reminded her of herself whenever she was younger and how she begged for her parents to not hurt her and such. Sweet Kami, she swore she saw her younger self being in the human’s position for a brief moment.
Slowly Kohlra moved forward, setting down her things and extending her hands out to the human slowly, sort of helping them get up. “Hey, relax. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” The saiyan woman would say, expressing pity of all things. This wasn’t a typical thing Kohlra did, especially since she was a full-blooded saiyan. It’s possibly her motherly side taking over at the moment, but it still didn’t change the fact on how weird this was. Once Peno got up, she would shake her head at their offer, “Nah, nah. There’s no need, hon. It was an accident, don’t worry.” Kohlra would say in response, backing away once noticing how Peno backed further against the wall.
“The name’s Kohlra, and sorry for yellin’ at ya. I got a pretty bad temper and I’m workin’ on it… so sorry.” Kohlra said, chuckling quietly as they continued. “I won’t break your bones or kill ya. I just say that kinda shit to scare people is all… but uh, anyway…” The saiyan slowly extended her hand out, sorta offering it to the stranger. “You kinda look like ass. How about I, uh, apologize by buying ya something. Maybe some coffee or whatever?” This seemingly bloodthirsty saiyan instantly switched into a caring one within a mere minute… how neat. “Maybe we can wipe that mascara off while we’re at it, eh? Come on, let’s go… I ain’t got all day.” She smirked.
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Post by Peno on Sept 24, 2018 2:51:17 GMT -6
Peno took her hand to get up, looking a bit better and calmer. The woman seemed to calm down and be a lot nicer and was making Peno like her a lot more than before which, she was glad about. When nice, she liked Kohlra so far, so yay.
“Your m-much nicer… That's good.” she said, smiling a little. “I'm P-Peno… It's nice to meet you Miss Kohlra." Peno says this, bowing a little with a smile, still scared but much better than before.
“I l-look bad?” she said, pulling out a hand mirror and looking horrified. “O-oh ffff… Frick! No no no!” She muttered, attempting to clean and fix her makeup but failing quite obviously, showing she has no idea what she's doing.
“Gahhh!” She cried out in frustration and giving up, looking at the Saiyan. “S-Sure. Love some of it.” She said, saying it with a slight smile, somewhat messing with it but not fixing it in anyway.
“Got advice on this stuff? Trying to look somewhat presentable for someone I wanna ask out… Never done anything like it so… Not used to it.” she chuckles, rubbing her head, and heading to the coffee shop that's nearby.
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