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Post by lesscreative on Jan 14, 2011 23:11:37 GMT -5
She needed money she reassured herself as she clasped the shell shaped bra closed. It was all for the sake of money that she was in this ridiculous get-up. A long green mermaid costume fin was slid over her short legs, as a mall worker who volunteered to help her to the fountain steadied her step in the binding costume. It may have looked ridiculous now but it complimented the sea theme that decorated the fountain area quite well.
She was told it was some sea related celebration that one of the malls numerous owners wanted to celebrate. And naturally he also wanted a mermaid or a siren or some shit (they were Scotland's mythical creatures after all and she couldn't bring herself to care). However the allocated budget had been spent on various decorations and not on musicians or the mentioned mermaids. However they were quite clever in fixing this problem, they went to South Tesla with job fliers in hand. True there were a lack of musicians but a desperate need for money at Tesla, two categories which she unhappily and happily fit under depending on the circumstances.
And so here she was fish fin and all, ready to play the harp till mall closing only sparring time for a little toilet break here and there. The problem was she already had to pee, and this faux fish tourniquet wasn't doing her any favors either. Keeping a stiff upper lip she kept playing for the surroundings, she was going to get paid, but she still hoped that something could distract her from this encroaching disaster to her bladder.
((well I wanted to post here for the longest time and I just posted stupid shiz again. I'm incorrigible :I))
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Post by babby on Jan 14, 2011 23:34:41 GMT -5
"Arrgh, enjoy the mall. Arrgh, enjoy the... Whatever."
More than Eleri needed the money. Cosim was a hard worker, and was always short on cash. But he seemed to look too scary for a real job.
And when one thinks 'pirate' they think of tall broad, graying Russian men. The capitalists at the mall were less than enthused. So was he. He didn't want to be a part of this system, but unfortunately he always went a bit overboard with gifts that apparently weren't necessary.
So there he was, looking like the most depressed pirate there ever was because he had paid too much for his booty. But, hearing the beginnings of a harp song, he looked towards it, and saw her. To be fair, he didn't realize it was her at first, what with the tale and... All. But the pirate was lured into the sirens song, just like in legends.
"...Eleri?"
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Post by lesscreative on Jan 14, 2011 23:52:12 GMT -5
Eleri kept playing, she had too, that and she was mortified someone had recognized her. Turning her head slightly Eleri looked at the intrusive presence, slightly more glad that someone had distracted her. A tall man stood before her in full pirate pride, well maybe not pride but perhaps just the costume. There was something familiar about him, his voice and hair especially, yet she couldn't quite peg it till she looked at his expression.
It was similar to a student she had talked to a fortnight or so ago, Cosim she think it was. She had remember because despite being a somewhat depressing creature he generally seemed to show sincerity and curiosity.
"The nautical flier get you too?" Eleri asked in sympathy, she certainly was regretting this chosen path at the moment.
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Post by babby on Jan 15, 2011 8:15:05 GMT -5
"I'm broke." He muttered, sitting on the display. In his country he would never have to say that. "And no one at the school will risk buyin guns illegally, so... Here I am." In a pirate costume.
He threw his hat to the side and groaned. These clothes didn't even fit him. So he was tired, agitated, bored, and uncomfortable at the same time. "What about you?"
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Post by lesscreative on Jan 15, 2011 9:05:42 GMT -5
“I'm always broke, my brother keeps using an outdated formula to regulate spending in my family, and I always get screwed over for some reason.”
She shifted uncomfortably in her mermaid fin, she wanted to rip it off then go to the little lamb's room to do her business. But a job was a job and Eleri would always get by no matter what, she would work three jobs if she had to.
“Of course you can't sell guns there are no wars to fight here, you have to think of something they would use consistently or something they want like a shirt or something.” Eleri no longer knew what song she was playing, they hadn't even get her a list of songs or sheet music she was just playing impromptu.
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Post by babby on Jan 16, 2011 11:01:45 GMT -5
"Where I'm from there's really not enough to spend."
The good part about his look was that he looked so authentically scary that no one dared to go near him. It also meant that every future minimum wage job he would get he would be typecast into.
Laughing tiredly, he replied, "Why the hell would I wanna sell tshirts? Everyone has tshirts. Not everyone has an ak-47. Just too many people are worried about legality."
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Post by lesscreative on Jan 16, 2011 11:59:18 GMT -5
The comment about the ak-47 scared her a little, but she didn't outwardly show it, most civilians weren't allowed to handle a gun of that caliber. And it showed in the number of accidental shootings in her country being the small percentage that they were. Eleri hated the idea of large guns getting in the hands of simpletons who couldn't shoot straight. She much rather have somebody with intimate knowledge of a gun wield it.
“Everyone needs more shirts' it's a fact of life you know. All I suggest that if all you have is your guns you change your market, protection and hunting are really the way to go here. If you haven't noticed the ones who have the money here are complete pansies much to wimpy to handle a gun. And all the rest are to poor or incapable of handling one. Plus that intimidation factor you have in spades is always a added bonus”
Wales's tone was light and humorous when she finished speaking to Cosim.
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