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The Mall; I know the titlte sucks...
Topic Started: Apr 7 2005, 07:21 AM (39 Views)
Tiff
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Looks like we’re in a mall. Yep, whiny teenagers, life-hating mall workers, a guy practically mugging people to try and sell them cell phones… and of course our subjects for the roleplay; Bill Kuriyama and Sam Kinloch. Bill’s got some bags in his hands. Looks like he and Sam have been shopping, or if you wanna be sexist, Sam has been shopping and Bill got stuck with the bags. Speaking of Mz. Kinloch, she has a big, puffy pretzel and some sort of dippy sauce, which she’s eating with relish. Er… voracity. Not actual relish. Ew.

Sam: So… where you wanna go next?

BK: I… dunno. Was there anywhere else you wanted to rob blind?

Sam: *laughs* I’ve not bought that much, and two of those bags are yours.

BK: Yes. The one from Hot Topic with my new sunglasses, and the one from FYE with my new CD.

Sam: I’ll carry mine when I’m done eating, but I just can’t carry a bag and eat a pretzel.

BK: Yes. I know. Not complaining. Just saying. Though it’s a friggin’ shame we had to stop in that little goth clutch for red-lensed sunglasses. I mean, Christ. Didja notice how they all ran to hide under shirt racks and behind displays like roaches when I opened the door?

Sam: Yeah, that… that was a little strange. I mean, did they think that you were gonna, like, kick their ass or something?

BK: They were probably just too goddamn ugly and didn’t want to be seen. Judging by that skinny bitch at the counter, anyway. Gugh. English people.

The couple happens upon a bench, at which point Sam flops down and cutely pats the seat next to her. Bill sits and puts the bags on the ground.

Sam: It was worth it, though. Those sunglasses are seeeeexy!

Sam waggles her eyebrows and grins.

BK: Yeah, ‘cuz I wear those to bed.

Bill chuckles at his own joke and leans into Sam a little bit.

Sam: Well you could!

BK: Yeah, but then they’d break, and I’d have to go back to that little portion of Hell on earth to get new ones.

Sam takes another bite of her pretzel, chews slowly, then offers the bottom bit to Bill.

Sam: You want?

BK: What’s the dip stuff?

Sam: It’s a garlicky, butter kind of a thing. It’s actually really good.

BK: Yeah, OK.

Bill’s a guy, so he eats the pretzel and drinks the garlic, then smashes the container over his head. Except for the part where he doesn’t, and just eats it like a normal person.

Sam: So how’re you feeling about the match?

BK: Eh. I’m gonna kick Lobo’s ass. Have you not been watching my promos?

Sam: Well, yeah, but you know, who you are in the promos and who you are outside are two different people.

BK: Eh. The line’s kinda blurred these days.

Sam nods, scoots closer to Bill and whispers toward him. The only word we catch is “toothbrushes”. Bill laughs.

BK: Actually, I think they call them “scary devil tools” over here.

Sam: Oh! So we could throw them, and get a nice screaming effect along with the hint.

Bill gives her a look.

Sam: Y’know.

No, he doesn’t.

Sam: ‘Cuz they’re afraid of them?

She gestures something like catching a football in reverse, and Bill shakes his head. Sam sighs.

Sam: Well, I thought it was funny.

BK: What about your match? I haven’t heard anything from you about it, ‘cept that cake thing, which was bullshit anyway.

Sam: Bullshit?

BK: Yeah. You were acting.

Sam: Ohhh yeah. I s’pose.

BK: Yup.

Sam sighs and watches a few people walk past, then looks back toward Bill and shrugs.

Sam: I don’t know… … hey, a Waldenbooks! Let’s go in.

Sam hops up off the bench and runs into the store, Bill sighing and following behind.

Aaaaaaand fade.
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