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Post by The Stranger on Aug 27, 2012 15:41:38 GMT -5
"I'm starting to think this girl is worth more than advertised. Why shouldn't I shop around? Perhaps I'll find a higher bidder in the Spire." Malcolm bluffed shoving people out of the way in a desperate attempt to find his quarry. He kept his eyes on the lookout for the woman's pink hair, deciding that would be easiest to spot. "Because than you'd be a dumb muscle-bound jerk, instead of a living one," the voice replied. "Don't frag me around. Be there, and bring the girl. You'll get what we agreed to. Maybe a bonus cause you were so speedy." Sam and Natasha ducked into the store, and Sam began browsing through a series of utilitarian quasi-militant clothing that seemed to be the fashion of the day in this area of town. |
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Post by The Smith on Aug 27, 2012 15:50:49 GMT -5
Sam picked out on for himself, and then one for Natasha. Lets go change in the back. He pushed towards the back looking for dressing rooms.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 27, 2012 15:51:59 GMT -5
"Can I help you?" said a fat saucy woman with flashy pink hair asked as they moved towards the rear.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 27, 2012 16:01:31 GMT -5
"We are going to try these on." Sam said, "They look totally gel." He kept moving.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 27, 2012 16:05:41 GMT -5
"We don't have dressing rooms, it's all off the rack," the woman replied.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 27, 2012 16:13:41 GMT -5
Sam stopped and looked at her. "Huh... if I buy this do you have a bathroom we can change in. As you can see the kid spilled all over our clothes and we need a quick change."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 27, 2012 16:14:20 GMT -5
The woman blinked, "Technically the bathroom is not for customers but... I guess i don't see the harm."
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Post by Flex on Aug 27, 2012 17:23:31 GMT -5
"Thanks!" Natasha said, pushing past the woman and making her way to the bathroom, gun holstered as she had entered the store.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 27, 2012 17:33:43 GMT -5
Sam handed the woman a large stack of creds, and said, "Keep the change."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 27, 2012 18:01:05 GMT -5
Malcolm hung up the the phone and began a cursory search of the storefronts in the vicinity, eyes searching desperately for a flash of pink hair or the little girl.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 27, 2012 18:25:34 GMT -5
The two ducked inside the bathroom with the little girl.
While they were inside Malcom thought he saw a flash of pink from a clothing store nearby.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 28, 2012 1:54:16 GMT -5
Malcolm entered the store, revolver raised in front of him.
"A man with a little girl and woman with pink hair." he barked at the salesperson. "Where are they?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 28, 2012 9:56:46 GMT -5
Sam looks for a back way out before he slides into the bathroom and begins to change. He throws away his old clothes as he puts on the new clothing he thinks hideous.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 28, 2012 10:00:06 GMT -5
The bathroom had a small window big enough to slip through but it would be uncomfortable.
The saleswoman with bright pink hair screamed as Malcom pointed the weapon at her and dove beneath the counter.
"Just take the money!" She hollered.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 28, 2012 12:43:42 GMT -5
Malcolm hesitate for a moment at the sight of the pink hair, thinking he may have mistaken her for the one that had shot at her. He considered running back into the street to consider his search, but some military habits died hard. A soldier does not leave a building until he insure that it is clear. He scanned through the clothes racks before opening the bathroom door, revolver in front of him as he breached.
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Hope you all are well and happy.