Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 10:53:32 AM)
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Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 10:53:33 AM)
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Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 10:53:33 AM)
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Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 10:53:34 AM)
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Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 10:54:59 AM)
*is crouched down by the trio of arcade games with a canvas sack and a ring of keys, his hood up over his face so the concerned eyes of the gas station attendant behind the glass won't irritate him. He's got a pair of unlaced sneakers on his feet to keep to the posted dress code*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:00:50 AM)
Lyric was walking from the direction of the Silent Strike Pack House. She and Andy had went grocery shopping that morning; however, she had a craving for chocolate soy milk and a blueberry blunt wrap. She was dressed in green yoga-pants with a matching zippered hoodie left open atop a t-shirt promoting recycling. Her clothes was slightly wrinkled yet clean from being wrapped in a backpack. She smiles to the counter-jockey. Her fingers V up in a peace sign. She watches a few mortals skirt around the crouched figure. It was enough to draw her notice. White sneakers approach. The scent of cotton-candy reaches his nostrils from the Michael Germain perfume the girl favors. "Hey."
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:02:42 AM)
*unlocking the middle game first, he opens the little square door and peers inside, a small notebook and pencil record the number in neat block numbers on the page before he pauses and looks up at the approach. As most give him a fairly wide berth, the black gaze is a bit wary till he recognizes her and gives his usual half-grin* Hey there.
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:04:01 AM)
Unmindful of the persons that gather, Lyric lowers herself to the balls of her feet. Her arms lower to balance over her knees as she crouches to his level. "What are you doing?" she watches looking over his paperwork and the machine curiously.
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:07:59 AM)
Emptying the tills. *and, as she's interested..he shows her how it works* The game records the number of plays, *tapping the little counter visible through the door* ..Collects bills and quarters..and I pick them up. I pay the guy behind the counter a percentage and the rest is mine. *calloused hands making short work of withdrawing the roll of bills and unlocking the little change door to let the quarters run into a smaller cloth bag pulled from the sack he brought in..then zips it closed*
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:09:57 AM)
If it comes up short.. I clean out the machine to make sure nothing's fallen away inside.. and then I beat the remainder out of the man behind the bulletproof glass. *he smiles, as if he were teasing*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:11:01 AM)
"Have you ever seen the documentary King of Kong?" her wide, green eyes light from within like glimmering balefire. "So... there are these people who want to cheat you know.... like top-scorers who use modified game panels...." She tugs her hair back with her hand and peers inside. "I like documentaries..." she admits with a grin.
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:13:53 AM)
*he chuckles* I don't watch much tv, never seem to find the time. *his hands working to lock the square panel again once this machine's empty, and he rises somewhat in order to move over to the machine on one side. He looks down at his keyring long enough to locate the right one and put it in the lock. It's about now that the brave little attendant has ventured out from his box to peer at the two. He seems worried for Lyric's sake*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:18:00 AM)
"We go to the same church..." Lyric grins as she rolls upward on her feet once more... She waves off the counter-jockey. A hand lightly rests on Lukas' shoulder to indicate that there was a friendly understanding between them. Lyric only releases the contact when the two are unbothered once more.
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:18:33 AM)
"Nosy little fucker, huh?" she whispers with a giggle.
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:21:25 AM)
*her hand finds only solid tension beneath the hoodie's shoulder, the ahroun managing a tight smile in the face of the uncomfortable fear in the smaller man's round face. Lyric's gesture is enough for the man to decide it's not his problem, and he scurries back around to the counter he feels will protect him. The tension bleeds out slowly from Lukas and he snorts his amusement* Only when pretty women are around. He got into Dara's grille when she ran into me here too. I think you're confusing him.
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:25:00 AM)
*he looks away to read the numbers on the counter and record them in his notebook beside the location and the game's name. His handwriting is..unpracticed at best. Block letters and numbers contained in graph paper squares are a forced reminder of gradeschool letter drills rather than the neat cursive of later grades*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:25:04 AM)
"He doesn't understand that I would never be suitable... He can't..." Lyric was extremely understanding. Her eyes held a maturity that seemed belied by her youthful veneer. Her shoulders rise and fall. ".... well, I want some chocolate soy milk and a blueberry blunt wrap...." She rocks on the toes in an attempt to elongate her petite frame. "... hey... can I get you anything, I'd like that.. let me buy you a candy bar... I believe in the positive power of good-deeds... no matter you call it... What's'ur'fav'rite? " The last seems to blend together while she waits.
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:27:30 AM)
*the black eyes flick upward to find her again at the offer, a beat before he responds with a short nod* That'd be great. I like Twix, actually. Thanks. *her puts another small cloth bag into the door and lets the flood of quarters fill it with a clinking rush*
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:30:34 AM)
*knotting it with a practiced move, he locks up the second little black door and sits back in his crouch, balancing there easily* You want to meet me outside? I don't usually stick around one I'm done.. *his expression wry*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:30:54 AM)
She grins and walks off. First to the back of the store where she strolls past beer bottles, then sodas, until she finds the milk. A quart of soy milk is chosen to take back to the house with her before she turns to move along the candy aisle. A King-size twix and a bag of sour gummy candy is taken. She waves as Lukas speaks... "Sure... want anything else? Coke?"
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:33:06 AM)
*his hand already jammed up into the guts of the third game, he waits till the rush of quarters is over to answer so his quiet answer won't be lost* Sure.. thanks again. I'll wait out front for ya, Lyric. *he nods shortly and moves to tie up this bag as well, collecting the notebook and pencil and the change bags in the larger sack.*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:39:14 AM)
The girl continues to make her purchases before trailing outside. She had stopped to purchase one of the reusable cloth bags by the counter. It was from this that she offers the Garou both a cold soda and the candy bar. "Here... you go..." She looks back to the store. "It seems like you have a cool job... Can I ask what happens to the old video games, the ones that no longer work?" The shopping bag is pulled over her shoulder and her hand lifts to shield her gaze from the midday sun. "It's just... you know... there is alot of electronic waste that is improperly disposed of..."
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:42:04 AM)
*locking up the last door, he rises to his feet and sweeps a glance over the shop, the sack of cash and notebook dangling from his left hand before he moves for the door, giving her a nod when she joins him there* I've only been in the business for three years..and the one game I couldn't fix I sold to a guy who wanted to have it refitted with a modern game system for his basement. *shrugging lightly and tossing the bag into the open window of a beat up pickup truck in the lot. He returns to accept the drink and candybar* Thankya little sister.
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:46:00 AM)
"Lyric. Please. All are Children of Gaia. All are not a part of your individual genetic pool..." she speaks in a soft tone, taking a step closer so that none would note the hushed words between them. Again, she drifts immediately away. She did not often encroach on another's personal space and when she did it was only for the briefest of moments.
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:48:06 AM)
*unscrewing the cap of the bottle, he lifts it to take a swig..pausing when she objects to his form of address and chuckling once he's swallowed the drink* Ah shit.. sorry. That's more a reminder for me than a pretended claim on your family tree. If I call the pretty girls "Sister"..it's easier to remember you're all off limits. *he chuckles again* Stops trouble before it starts..sort of thing.
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 11:50:51 AM)
"Then perhaps it is not time for you to recall that all are off limits but to claim one who isn't - dude.... and by dude I don't mean brother...." Lyric laughs then, not a giggle but a silvery ripple from within her. "..... oh... brave new -world- with such people in it..." She spins on her heel, the bag with the heavy quart of soy gaining inertia in the motion. Her hands catch behind her back. ".... this is really the most funny place I've ever been!"
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 11:53:53 AM)
*he shakes his head* I can't do that to a lady, little sister. *he chuckles warmly, dark eyes watching her gleeful display with a hint of amusement* I was raised better than that. *he looks down to unwrap his twix and bite into one, eyes returning to her comfortably. He doesn't move to trespass on her space, allowing her to choose the distance between them. He really doesn't even shift his weight where he stands*
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:05:10 PM)
*he works his way through the two chocolate bars one at a time, settled easily in his place. He's got a cleen shirt on under the hoodie, but to outside appearances he's in the exact same clothes he had on the night before. With addition of his slap-dash sneakers for society's sake in the city's outskirts*
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:07:46 PM)
((You get pulled away IRL? ;) ))
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 12:16:50 PM)
Lyric's lips quirk and her eyes roll. "Oh, if I were a teller of tales... do you know what I would tell you? No... I can't... I can't tell you -here- maybe somewhere else where we could talk more freely... but certainly not -here- ...." She shakes her head again. "How's your candy bar?" This time she teased him purposefully... "... is it sweet enough for you?" She moistens her lips, and with her eyes she clearly flirts with him as she indicates that her lips are sweeter still. The light fades, and she shakes her head. ".... very, very silly... I would write a song for you but 'Lonesome Loser' has already been done... You need to lighten up..... you -only live once- "
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:22:00 PM)
*he laughs at her teasing, just shaking his head* The twix is great, thanks. And I'm far from lonesome. Nor am I missing out on the fun..so to speak. *an easy smile, he's comfortable in his own skin and his own decisions on the matter. And he doesn't blush like a child about the subject at hand either. He balls up the empty wrapper idly and glances for a trashcan before moving that direction to deposit it lazily*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 12:27:50 PM)
Lyric again grins. "Life happens... really fucking fast. When you -really- think about it, its staggering... The purpose of existance is the procreation of the species. To ensure that one's... kind... does not disappear forever.... that one's life energy lives one... Don't wait too long... and -never- call me Little Sister again... it's kind of gross... You're way too hot to be my brother... I should get back to Syns.... I think if Andy finds out I snuck out before I met... um... Hototo?... He'll skin me -alive- seriously..." She speaks with fluid if overly dramatic gesticulations of hand and in an animated fashion. "Thanks for telling me about your job.... It's really fucking cool!" She wiggles her fingers in his direction, and begins to walk away.
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 12:28:13 PM)
(lives on)
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:28:14 PM)
((Too hot, he's app 2! lmao))
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:31:01 PM)
*he lifts a brow at the odd sermon in the parking lot* Ah.. alright. *shakes his head with a chuckle* Later, little sis. *the ranked True not about to take instruction from the teenaged kin, but he's amused about her attempt, rather than angry.*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 12:31:44 PM)
She turns around, her face wrinkles, her hands lifts palms upward in supplication and she mouths, "What the fuck?" though clearly in bemusement as she turns again and hurries back - hopefully unnoticed.
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:32:05 PM)
*just smirks*
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 12:32:27 PM)
(And fyi... I'm about to get in trouble)
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:32:29 PM)
*then heads back to his truck to get in and move out to the next location, taking his coke with him*
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:32:35 PM)
((Enjoy!))
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:32:49 PM)
((I see tpo Syn's here.))
Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 12:32:57 PM)
(Yes.. you made me get in trouble!)
Lukas Vangelis (Jan 13, 2011 12:32:59 PM)
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Lyric Lesh (Jan 13, 2011 12:33:04 PM)
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