Vox Populi

Orin Takekuro · 06-30-2010, 01:42 PM

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ooc Eee! I must use brand new table awesomeness, but skinny table makes post look loooooong. =D WC 1,200+

The difference in expression and cadence when Bart commandeered the body and spoke was not lost on her, but again what Mars struggled with was something she had never encountered before, nor even really heard of except in some form of some character in a play, most likely, so it was easy for her to let it go. Only her subconscious registered that there may be more to Mars than met the eye, though the possibility of it being a whole other person hadn’t occurred to her yet. She waited patiently as he adjusted his clothing, something she never had to worry about or fuss over. “Maybe we could write something together some time,” she said as he was deciding whether or not his guitar would be safe. Her tone was only half joking. “I could play the same beat I always do, the only one I know, and you could write melodies for it.” She laughed lightly at the dig against her own talents.

As they left the yard, she afforded a passing glance at the horse that was wandering. She would have asked Mars why he didn’t take the horse with him, but by the creature’s calm demeanor she realized it must have been tame enough to remain near where it belonged, and it wouldn’t much do to have him riding the horse while she jogged aside. That would just be silly. Was it strong enough to carry the both of them? It probably was, but she assumed every horse had the strength of a titan. Her mind wandered as she wondered what it was like to ride one. She kept silent about the creature, though, and her attention drifted to other things as they entered the shopping district of Lunenburg.

Had she ever known what this place was like before the humans’ extinction, the town might have felt eerily silent and still to her now. Yet this was all she had ever known in most cities, except for a few towns in Florida that had been ‘densely’ populated with Luperci, so the ghostly serenity of the abandoned streets didn’t frighten her. It was very interesting to see these shops at length, though. Every time she had come through Lunenburg she had been running in her Lupus form, making a quick path up to the lighthouse. Now she was able to stroll leisurely past the buildings, pause from time to time and try to peer past the dirty film that coated the windows to see what treasures the storefronts secreted. Many of the stores had broken windows, or the doors had already been pushed in and the shelves looted. Most of the stuff was probably still being stored at the various Pack houses, much needed supplies and decoration and necessities. She stopped for a moment to poke her head into one unlocked door and was greeted with the stale scent of decay. It looked like this place had once been a market, and the stench of rotted dairy had lasted the last few decades. The walls of this place were sopping with it, it would probably never come out.

Coughing, she pulled her head back quickly, her hands scrabbling to close the door as she gasped for fresh air. “Eww! Do not go in there! They need to brick this one up.” She was still trying to clear her nose of the heavy scent as she looked for Mars and spotted him at the window of a shop a couple doors down. She hurried over to him, glad to be away from that rancid place. Before she could ask what he had discovered, he filled her in.

“Costume store?” The excitement was woven into every syllable. She pressed her face against the window to get a better look, and started when there was a loud BANG! next to her. Moving from the window, she stood well out of range of any splintering wood and debris as Mars broke the door in, and then followed him into the shop.

The scent of old fabric, dust, and old traces of detergent were a welcome relief to the nasty breath she had taken in the market. She scanned the store, looking at all the articles, some still hanging, many askew or fallen to the ground. Another deep breath proffered a slight moldy scent, and she assumed there would be a few pieces near the back of the store that were unsalvageable, eaten by time and mold. But most of the items here were in good shape, despite the dust.

Orin was not one to bother with clothing, though not for lack of interest. Her meager wardrobe consisted of the single sheepskin cloak she had arrived in Cour des Miracles with which she wore as an extra layer of protection during heavy storms. Other than that, while surviving in Florida she had never had time to learn how to sew, and she and Niro always had much more pressing matters than prowling for old clothing stores. Now, though, she could relax, take it all in, and see what she really thought of the garments! Luckily for her, she was a petite Luperci woman, and would be able to fit into a lot of the store’s stock without having to search for the plus-size clothing since their kind, naturally, were typically a bit larger than humans had been.

Giggling, she grabbed a pinstriped Fedora that could have come straight out of the 1920’s, and plopped it onto Mar’s head. She stood back and surveyed the look, then nodded with approval. “Looks good, keep it!” She rubbed her arm on a mirror, wiping away decades of dust and leaving a black smear in her fur in its wake. “Have a look.” Yet she was in happiness overload, and pranced away before waiting for his opinion – she could hear him from anywhere in the store, anyway.

A tall rack with large, long garments caught her eye. Everything here had been draped in plastic, so she had to gather it up – making a good loud fuss about it as she went – to see what was underneath. She ooh’ed and ahh’ed at just about everything she uncovered, for she had found the rack of princess-like ball gowns, and it sent her imagination into a flurry. She grappled quite unceremoniously at one gown, yanking it off the rack, shuffling awkwardly with it for a moment as she puzzled how to put it on, then stepped into it. She danced around the corner, giggling. The dress was a bright yellow ball gown, complete with gathers, satin, and an off-the-shoulder neckline. Had this been an age in which they could watch movies, she might had recognized the costume as the ball gown Belle wore in Beauty and the Beast.

“Lookit this!” She stopped and posed, first for Mars, then for the mirror. “I would wear it all day if I could!” she chortled. “You know, they have like everything in here. I like the princess gowns the best. But they have Greek and Roman clothing, some Spanish dresses, I think that’s a kimono over there under that one.” She pointed. “They’ve got something there that would be perfect for Titania!” She gestured to where she had seen the flowery, fairy-like garb. “Is that. . . Is that armor?” Her arm was outstretched as she pointed across the room, giggling to herself and lapsing into her best helpless princess character, complete with over-exaggerated movements. “Oh, do put it on, come be my prince charming!”

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