I dub thee Murder City, tiny town of thugs and loose morals!
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Wooooooooooo timeskippage!
Want me to edit my previous one? Cause you are next in the order and Ambra with Garret maybe
But you could also make her walk away. Sometimes awkward things happen with the 'boss' as well :)
Personally I don't find rotation so important, and it would be weird for you to edit something into a previous post that's responding to a later one. You have my permission to post before me, please :P
@Gikel Could you have a reaction post such that I can free Iris from awkwardly standing there?
Or, I guess I'm okay with a timeskip.
Or, I guess I'm okay with a timeskip.
"Oh, I haven't been around that long... 15 minutes?" Iris brushed aside Claire's exclamation with a gesture, as if such a wait weren't extremely unusual. She smiled at the girl as she listened, though it became a bit concerned and drawn as Claire fussed over her. Did she really look as... odd as she felt? Would her favorite, rather large breakfast help her feel better?
Well, probably. She'd only had a small snack before heading out, so she would get hungry before lunch time, and she could just have a small lunch (though she knew that she wouldn't keep any such promise to herself). As not to hold up Claire, she kept her response short, though she said it pleasantly as to avoid making her think that she was annoying her. "Actually, that sounds wonderful. Thank you."
She stood as Claire stepped away, and then remembered why she had come in the first place. "Oh, and Claire! Tell my father that I'm here, please?"
She had gotten up for a very specific purpose, and as Garrett stepped away from the literally heated conversation happening on the other side of the restaurant, Iris took his spot, doing her best to look menacing in her short way, arms crossed before her. Still, the two were so engrossed in their discussion that they didn't even notice her until she spoke. "Ma'am, is this creep bothering you?" She started looking at the grumpy (there really wasn't a better word than the one that the man had suggested) lady, but as she spoke, turned to the man, such that she was staring at him with a mildly-displeased expression. "If so, I can have him removed."
@DFA@Kiroue@Gikel
Actually, it sounds like there is plenty for our characters to do, since they're all already in one place, to get to know each other. I'd prefer to stick around considerably longer: I'm seeing lots of opening for Iris to do things, but am feeling very hesitant about pursuing them because of this looming timeskip.
Gold past few seasons, unranked this season.
@Kit N Kat You got a little formatting whoopsie in your IC post!
“Here is good, Mark,” Iris said, pulling at the child-proof lock tab on the door and grabbing at her backpack. Mark jumped as if he had forgotten that she was there, but complied quickly enough.
“Have a good day, Mistress,” he advised her, and she nodded, waving at the car as he pulled away into the slight morning traffic through Main Street. She shivered from the odd sensations that continued to plague her since last night.
“First time I’ve ever gotten high off of Tylenol,” she muttered to herself, mentally commanding herself to stop feeling so excitable, and stepping toward the diner.
It had been an eventful night. She’d had a hard time falling asleep, full as her mind was of hopes for buffs to Bloodrazor, which she had expressed in an eloquent forum post that had been quickly downvoted to oblivion. Even so, she’d woken up after just a few hours, feeling simply awful. Her vision had been swimming, her head aching as if it were the locale of a nasty rodeo, and she’d this awful pain crawling along her skin and in her bones. And she knew that one wasn’t supposed to take asprin, Tylenol, and ibuprofen at the same time, but sometimes a girl just had needs. Like a good night’s sleep. She’s still only managed to knock herself back out for a few hours before the pain woke her again.
And now she could still feel that pain, perhaps even worse than before, and like some crazy person, she almost liked it. Well, actually, for some reason it felt nice, but she wasn’t willing to admit that.
Her father’s local diner was the first place that had come to mind. He might have been there, and when she had problems, she still had a childlike way of going to her parents to see if they could make it all better. Yes, she could have done research online on her symptoms, or perhaps gone to a clinic, or something nice and independent and mature, but she really wasn’t feeling in the mood.
She managed to slip in without getting noticed, and staked out a booth in a darker corner, her normal place whenever she came to eat, or just to bother her father at work. A collection of clowns (okay, they weren’t actually clowns) paraded in one by one after her, and she took the chance to observe them as she sat and waited for service.
One thing she noticed, which also stirred weird feelings in her, was that every one of them seemed to be in visible pain. That one pinched her eyes together as if fighting a headache, that one wrinkled his forehead and glared as if… fighting a headache? Actually, they all seemed to be dealing with headaches, at least. And for some reason, that made Iris giddy. Giddy was not a word that she ever used to describe herself, but there it was.
Something was definitely wrong with her.
And with the staff. She’d been sitting for a few minutes, and yes, they were busy, but she was the owner’s daughter, and she’d been here first! Surely she deserved some service! She decided to take matters into her own hands, waving at the nearest waitress with a quiet, “Claire!” The waitress had obviously not seen her yet, so hopefully calling out would break her seeming invisibility.
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