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| The Supreme Court | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 26 2009, 05:40 PM (190 Views) | |
| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 26 2009, 05:40 PM Post #1 |
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(OOC: Get it! 'Cause it's a Food Court! =D http://www.instantrimshot.com ... I'll go hang myself now. <_<) When we last left our heroes, Miss Wilhelmina Hatcher was sitting about, useless as ever, in the grand lobby of the 12 Star Hotel. Not doing much, a taller Obelisk male approached and befriended her. Unfortunately, due to our heroines rather... underdeveloped bust size and general lack of a figure, he has instantly assumed that our Miss Hatcher was nothing more then a gender confused dresscrossing male. After a bit of talking, they both realized they were hungry, so they rode the next pimpmobile over to the shopping district, and more specifically to the food establishments. Not really anything fancy however, just something cheap and quick they could sink their teeth into, like your mom. We now join our feature presentation, already in progress. --- The plain, mostly plexiglass door said "Push", but unfortunately Miss Hatcher's hands were currently full. Holding the umbrella up for both of them with her right, her left holding the duel disk, that was surpisingly waterproof. "We're here." She stated cheerfully, a little bit of pointing out othe obvious there. A warm inviting glow from the other side of the glass door, Billie gesturing for Alistair to hurry along and open it. |
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| Rounin Nagasaki | Jul 26 2009, 11:36 PM Post #2 |
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Alistair's blonde hair was saturated with droplets of tiny water, which leaked out onto his black shirt, before becoming invisible on the dark fabric. The taxi ride over had been nice and try, however the walk from the taxi to the door to the food court had in fact proven treacherous, despite the utter shortness of the walk. Even with the aid of Billy's umbrella, Alistair's hair and shirt had become saturated with the droplets from the rain. He grinned and shook his wet hair about, sending a spray in the all directions, particularly in the direction of Billy as he turned his back to the Plexiglas door and pushed it open with his lower back. When he pushed open the door, the warmth of the inside of the building flooded outside. However, the warmth wasn't the only thing that flooded out into the street when the door opened. When the door opened, the noise from the inside of the food court, which had been nearly indistinguishable through the door. The people, which had been visible through the lens of the glass of the doors became much more vivid and distinguishable. The smell of all the different types of food wafted out of the now open door, almost making Alistair's mouth water from the delectable aromas. Alistair slid the entirety of his frame into the now open door, keeping his back pressed against the bar in the center that pulled free the catch, and allowed the door to open. He paused against the door, waiting for Billy to step through the opening so that he could walk in as well, though he was slightly curious as to how he would deal with the problem of the umbrella. After all, gay men were the superstitious type! Weren't they? "So Billy, what do you want to eat?" he asked tilting his head to the side as he waited for Billy to walk through the door. He breathed through his nose, taking another whiff of the scents inside, taking in the sweet aromas of pizza, tacos, Japanese foods that Alistair couldn't place, and cookies, all mixed into one convoluted scent. |
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| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 27 2009, 01:23 AM Post #3 |
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Miss Hatcher tossed Alistair a mean look. She had managed to maintain an overall aura of dryness with her umbrella, until his hair shaking escapade which left the girl looking quite a bit like a water logged kitten with the way her hair stuck to her head. She closed the umbrella, while still outside and suffering a few stray drops, and took a step inside, motioning for Alistair to close the door behind her before shaking from cheek to cheek, attempting to dry herself off and regain that original poofiness and volume to her hair. The smells of the place however didn't seem to agree with her. A naturally white girl, good old Wilhelmina turned a little bit paler. A sickening aroma of sweets, tacos, and some kind of meat. Billie blinked twice at Alistair's question, before remembering two important enough details she hadn't yet mentioned. "Oh! I'm a vegetarian. Also, I don't like sweet things." She wondered if that would cause any issue in where they decided to eat. "I don't know if that will cause any issue in where we decide to eat..." she inquisitively scratched her nose. |
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| Rounin Nagasaki | Jul 27 2009, 02:16 AM Post #4 |
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Alistair stepped forward with a grin as he looked at Billy's long white locks, plastered to his face in wet clumps. He stepped off the Plexiglas door, and took his place beside Billly as he walked through the door. Billy shook the clusters of hair, doing a decent job of fixing his hair. "Well uh...." he said with a raised brow, not really sure what to say to that. He hadn't thought much about coming to the food court, sure that there would be something for every taste, but he hadn't really expected that. Even so, he was almost certain that there was going to be a place that would have meals particularly for vegetarians; he came to this conclusion, if solely based on the sheer size of the court. "Anyway though, I don't have a problem with finding something veggie friendly; we can eat whatever you want! Lets walk around and see what there is to offer, huh?" he said with a friendly smile, digging his hands into his pockets. He casually strolled forward, his head raised slightly into the air as he glanced around his surroundings. The food court appeared to be the size of a small stadium, though he may have slightly overestimated the size of it, truth be known. Every ten feet or so, a counter began, extending twenty or so feet before ending with a register, and another segment of ten foot wall. Whenever he reached another counter, he would glance up to the sign and see what type of food they were advertising. "Well, will this work?" he asked with a quick, dismissive roll of his eyes. They had come up on some gross looking leafy green, all organic food place; the type of place where the typical veggie would eat at, without a doubt. Alistair wouldn't have given it a second thought if he hadn't had company, though he was still considering going and getting a meaty lunch for himself. He supposed he would wait and see what this place offered, if it was even what Billy wanted to eat. |
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| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 27 2009, 04:25 PM Post #5 |
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"It's perfect!" Her eyes lit up at the site of the ridiculously named Veggie Tables, a chain franchise that somehow is able to produce a profit despite their questionably disgusting looking food for anyone who wasn't a vegetarian. Normally, the girl was rather too self involved to notice when her own insipid and self gratifying actions harmed the people closest to her. However, perhaps she HAD learned a little bit over the past 2 months... "Uhh... that is... unless you don't want to..." Maybe it was the change of pacing in his speaking. Maybe it was his disinterested body language. Maybe she caught what she thought was a dismissive eye roll. But a part of her was feeling as though Alistair wasn't all too keen on dining here. However, a familiar warm and pleasing smell wafted into the youngsters nose. "Over there!" she pointed excitedly to a sandwich shop. |
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| Rounin Nagasaki | Jul 27 2009, 05:34 PM Post #6 |
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Alistair did not flinch, but rather stiffened when Billy appeared to be truly interested in eating the "best organic food that mother nature can grown" or whatever the franchise's stupid motto was. Howver, as it was, Alistair would've probably suffered through the rabbit's meal with a smile, if it was what Billy wanted. He didn't want to ruin his appetite by going and ordering some super meaty food, and then eating it right in front of him; most vegetarians did tend to be disgusted by such displays of "cruelty to animals," as Alistair recalled. "Nah, whatever you want is fine," he said with a pleasant smile, trying to imitate warmness in what would typically have been a disgusted face. He took a deep breath, and gritted sealed his lips to form the smile, gritting his teeth beneath those lips as he glanced over to the counter. The prices weren't unreasonable, though they were probably considered obscenely expensive for the typical person; which was the main reason that organic was looked down upon, from his understanding. Since the food was essentially more likely to be worse for you than foods that had been treated, and the like. He held back a wince, and dug his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a thick, black wallet. He began to step forward, and he held back a scowl as he walked in the direction of the counter. A new scent crossed his nose as he got a bit closer to the counter for the leafy greens, and the person at the counter smiled seeing his approach. However, he stopped in his tracks as Billy made an exclamation he hadn't quite expected to come. "Hmm?" he asked as he turned back to face Billy, who was pointing frantically toward a sandwich shop, a counter or two down. Alistair looked over, and saw a lengthy sign, which listed the different types of sandwiches that the place served, and Alistair was sold on it already. When he had been growing up, he had always loved going to places like this, and picking from what felt like hundreds of ingredients that they offered to create new concoctions. "You want to go there instead?" he asked, perhaps a bit too eagerly. He walked back toward Billy, unsure of what his cross dressing young friend wanted to do, what with their attention stolen by this new shop. He realized that it was possible that he had just caught sight of the meat slicer, but he really hoped that wasn't the case; further, he doubted that it was the case, since it was probably the technology that the young boy had been fascinated by. He awaited Billy's response eagerly, unsure of whether or not he would be forced to suffer through this odd meal he had been sure he would have to endure. His expression was mostly calm, and cool, though his demeanor radiated a small bit of hopefulness that it was, in fact, the case that Billy wanted to eat at that place, rather than this organic franchise. |
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| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 27 2009, 06:48 PM Post #7 |
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Not exactly waiting for the Obelisk student to catch up, Billie hastily pushed onward, eager to confirm her earlier thoughts. She smiled profusely realizing what she had thought was indeed true. She looked at the ingredients in awe, like a little kid who had just spotted the most adorable puppy just beyond the glass of a pet store. "Bread..." she muttered, quickly wiping her mouth to prevent anything from getting on her blouse. Her most favourite food of all, bread, freshly baked hourly here at Submart. An excitement to her eyes as she stared at the multiple loaves, unable to decide which selection of bread looked more delicious. But she realized she was probably acting a bit too eager, she'd have to tone it way the [frick] down before Alistair got there, a second or two later after she had, since she got a head start. Calming down a tad, she calmly swept her left hand through her hair, only lightly smacking herself in the back of the head with her duel disk. "H-hey!" she called out, trying to get his attention as though it were difficult to lose track of her. "They have delicious bread here!" |
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| Rounin Nagasaki | Jul 27 2009, 09:12 PM Post #8 |
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Alistair raised a brow as he approached slowly from behind Billy, who seemed almost mesmerized by the sandwich shop. He had always loved these types of little joints, since they almost always made a good sandwich, and the meal always left you full, no matter what you ordered; and the ingredients always meshed together to form such delectable flavors, that Alistair had never been able to truly understand how they managed to do so. However it seemed as if Billy had taken it a step further, and had completely engrossed himself into the sandwich shop. He had rushed off and left Alistair without so much as another word, other than to indicate where he was going. When he got close enough to see his face, he was wiping at his mouth, and running his fingers through his hair. Alistair thought that he also noticed Billy giving himself some sort of smack on the back of the head, though he couldn't be sure. He smiled awkwardly as he stepped up beside Billy, unsure of what was really going on, until he spoke at last. Alistair bit back as much of the laughter as he could, but a light chuckle still escaped his lips. It was amusing just how much Billy was transfixed with a thing so simple as the bread. Granted, it was obviously the bread that made the sandwich, but Alistair had never really given much thought to it, other than to be sure it had a flavor that complimented the sandwich that he wanted. "Well, I guess that's... One way to think about it. Delicious bread though? I mean... I guess I can understand, but it seems like you're making a bit of a fuss over bread," he said with another chuckle. He didn't mean to seem rude, he was just stating what he felt to be truth. He had always been a rather forward individual; much more so than the typical people he knew. He didn't feel there was anything wrong with stating what you were thinking directly, no matter how offensive it may have been. "Still, I guess you're right. They probably have great bread, and it looks like they have some good ingredients," he said slowly, looking down at the glass that rose above the counter. Beneath the glass were all the ingredients that you could choose if you selected to make your own sandwich. Alistair noted all the typical ingredients, such as black olives, green peppers, and a variety of other different colored vegetables; but also the a couple of oddities that he couldn't quite place as to what they were. "So, you wanna eat here? Tell the guy what you want," he said his wallet still in hand. He looked over the ingredients another time or two, deciding what he wanted himself before Billy could order whatever it was that he intended to order. He pushed his thumb into the center of the wallet, pushing open the fold to reveal a number of cards, as well as Alistair's drivers license. He walked up to the counter, and awaited Billy's response to what he would have to eat. |
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| Wilhelmina Hatcher | Jul 27 2009, 11:39 PM Post #9 |
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"Bread!" she stated simply, a simple closed eyed smile that left the surly, teenage 'sandwich artist' of Submart more then a little perplexed. "Let me guess. White bread?" a quick snicker at her expense, a joke which completely flew over the girl's head. He noted the awkward tension, before beginning the company motto he had been forced to memorize during his training with little emphasis or emotion. "Welcome to Submart. We are happy to be one of the few franchises which bakes it's own bread on the premises. We proudly serve 6 different breads in which to make a delectable sandwich. The Italian, Hearty Italian, Wheat, Whole Grain, Herb and Cheese, and- "That one!" Billie interrupted. "Herb and Cheese!" The surly employee barely moved as his heels turned him around to grab a loaf, which he got to work on with a knife, cutting it open. "What kind of meat?" He asked. "None please!" she said, smiling. A raised eyebrow at her curious request. "O-kay. Any vegetables?" "Hmm... maybe later... just the bread for now!" she still smiled, before having an odd realization. "Is... is that not allowed?" The surly teen rolled his eyes. "Toasted or untoasted?" "A toaster!?" she looked excited, staring at it for a while before the teen cleared his throat, reminding her she was holding up the two person line. "R-right... uhh... untoasted I guess..." "Herb and Cheese, nothing good on it. Got it." He wrapped the bread in the traditional Submart paper. "Two ninety nine please." Assuming Alistair was not going to pay for her, she looked through the Remove From Play Zone of her Duel Disk, before turning up the money. |
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| Rounin Nagasaki | Jul 28 2009, 12:45 AM Post #10 |
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Alistair grinned at Billy's enthusiasm over the bread, and listened as he ordered the plain bread. He couldn't help but be slightly amused as he watched the interaction between the idiot teenager, and Billy. It kind of upset Alistair that the guy had the audacity to insult Billy while he was trying to order something, and further contribute to supporting the business that he was currently employed by. Alistair clenched his fist and watched though, letting Billy order his... Bread. When at last Billy had finished ordering his bread, the guy asked him for two ninety nine to cover the debt. Alistair knew that Billy could probably cover it, but Alistair figured he may as well do what he could. He couldn't know for sure, but he figured that he was likely better off than Billy was, if solely due to how well off he was. He had his own source of income, combined with the income of his parents; he was essentially guaranteed to be a wealthier individual than most. "Here Billy, I got it," he said slipping a fifty out of his wallet, and handing it to the man with a grin over to his friend. He then slid the leather wallet back down into his back pocket, and turned his attention to the creation of his own meal. He glanced down at the all the different materials he could choose for his own sandwich, and thought long and hard about what he would want on it. He was pretty sure that he had an idea of what he wanted, though he had to take a few different things into account that he had previously not realized were there. "Sir, are you ready?" asked the man, impatience ringing in his voice as he stared annoyingly at Alistair, who continued to look through all of the ingredients for more than a minute. "Eh, whatever. I'll have Herb and Cheese bread, American and Provolone cheese, Turkey, Ham, Bacon, a little bit of lettuce, and Green peppers, toasted. Then I want Oil and Vinegar, Mayo, and salt and pepper on it," he said in one swift go. He spoke the sentences in such a way that the man would have had to have likely had to have taken notes to recall Alistair's exact words. "God have mercy on your soul if my order's wrong boy, because if it is, I am going to riot!" He chuckled lightly as he leaned against the counter waiting for his sub to be ready. After a few minutes, the man called Alistair's name, and asked him to come over to the register. He then charged him seven dollars and twenty nine cents for his sub, which Alistair was more than happy to pay. He had remembered his favorite sub combination, and if it was good, he would have been willing to pay more. The kid handed him some change from the fifty he had been handed earlier, and Alistair stuffed it into his pocket without so much as a second glance. "So Billy, where do you want to sit?" Alistair asked politely, nodding his head toward the center of the food court, which appeared to be mainly crowded in the center, where there was an abundance of chairs and tables for everyone to sit at. There was an empty table where two people could sit not far away, but he wasn't sure if that was where Billy would want to sit. There were several four person tables where they could fit more comfortably, but they were a bit further in. Alistair took a few steps toward the midsection of the court, awaiting an answer |
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