11/7/2004

08:12 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (31% full).

Wal-Mart(#2672RJh)
     It's big, even for a Wal-Mart, divided into section after section of things you and your home just can't do without. DIY projects and equipment both decorative and constructive, housewares, foods, furniture, clothing, toys, books, pet care, electronics, gardening, car care; yes, just about everything you need for this modern life. Wal-Martians are a frequent sight, reshelving things or trying to be patient with customers who are dense or unpleasant or both. People of all ages traverse the aisles, children running amok on the off-white tile while their parents shop, oblivious. Everywhere, signs announce low prices and sales. A photo developing center (boasting one hour service, though it never takes less than two), an optometrist, and a McDonalds each have their own enclaves, not-quite-separate from the rest of the store. There are two exits, the main entrance with its many registers, and the garden center, with its mere pair, both leading out to the massive expanse of asphalt that is the parking lot.
Contents:
Dillen
Lucas
Obvious exits:
Front Doors

Ssshweeak. Weeeeaaquk. Squeeaakk-EE! Squeaksqueaksqueak! The lady and her child looking at the goldfish turn and look down the aisle and towards the black-dressed teen further down, shifting nervously and knitting their brows in telltale signs of concern, but be it for their own safety or the mental well-being of the teen is up for grabs. Squ-EAK-eeee. Dogs are fascinated by squeak toys, and so, it seems, is Lucas who is poking at a rubber laytex shaped lobster with a deadpan stare.

"Tell me again why we're Here, of all places?" Kenneth grumbles distractedly, not admitting to his discomfort of being outside while he's still got some healing to do. Granted he hasn't even gone outside since Tuesday night except for the occassional five minute breather. But otherwise, the philodox, draped over a bright blue and yellow cart like a tired mother, simply watches his fellow ahroun get fascinated by rubber crustaceans.

Dillen comes around the corner and grins. "Thought I smelled something funny in here." He walks close, hands shoved into his pockets. "Find yourself something to chew on there, Lucas?" He grins. "Or just a new girlfriend?"

[look Dillen (homid)]
A sunburnt Dillen with no hair at all after a fight with a sandblaster is what is presented for anyone to see. A loner by choice, his attire is often just whatever his hand hit that morning. A pair of worn jeans tucked into a pair of knee high black combat boots, white t-shirt and leather jacket with flames coming up the sleeves. Several wraps of leather come close up to his neck, on which is a small jade wolf. Grey eyes that are just about clear are the only really stunning thing about him. His build has improved since he came to St. Claire as a skinny kid, he now has broad shoulders and good muscle definition. His looks would place him in his mid teens and he would seem to be about five and a half feet tall.

*SQUEAK* Protests the lobster as it's flung at Dillen's chest, and the lady and her child decide there will be no fish today and scurry off. Lucas, brought out of his stupor by his fellows, straightens himself back up with a denying look on his face like a little boy caught looking at his sister's Barbie dolls.

Kenneth straightens somewhat when he sees Dillen, a vague smirk passing over his features. The lady and child are ignored, although hovering somewhere just beyond his peripheral vision is a nervous looking Walmartian. "We done in this department?" He pauses in his question, breaking off from the cart to walk (with a slight limp) to the dog collars. "Hmm... hey Luc. You should check this one out. Looks like you." Unhooking a sturdy, spiked leather dog collar, he tosses it underhand to the ahroun. His glance returns to Dillen briefly. "You shoppin'?"

Dillen laughs at the collar. "Yeah. Needed a coat. Nothin here that is even close to something I want." He reaches around to where he picks up a hanger with a leather jacket. "Cept this. Have to do some painting on it though. Was headed for the crafts.

Lucas catches the collar and glances it over experimentally, fiddling with the spikes and the latch. "Eh...dunno." He says with a wrinkle of his nose, glancing up from the collar to look at the jacket Dillen holds. "For somethin' special?"

Kenneth quirks his head at the jacket, trying to imagine Dillen in it, but mention of crafts just seems to spur on images of flowers and teddy bears. "Guh," he grunts with a shake of his head to clear that image out. "What are you thinkin' of crafting?" Returning to the empty cart, he makes a small motion with his head that they should move before the employees actually get bold enough to approach and ask if they want some help.

Dillen looks at it. "Flames. Was gonna paint some flames." He looks at it again. "Nah. Won't work." As he tosses it into the cat food. "Guess I am out of here then." He shrugs.

Lucas just shrugs his shoulders. Crafts aren't his thing. "I could go for coffee...you honestly think this'd look good on me?" He holds up the spiked dog collar and looks at Kenneth disbelievingly.

Kenneth looks at the leather jacket again, and shrugs. "More importantly, who'd be payin' for it if you bought it. If you want some good leather you shouldn't be lookin' in Walmart," he notes aloud, eye straying to Lucas with the collar. "I'm saying," he says at first, before his tone drops to something quiet, "if you got it to grow with you, that would be one badass piece of armor, don't you think?" Then he resumes his normal volume a touch louder. "Nah. Like I said. This is Walmart. Can't buy shit here. It's like buying from Hot Topic but at half price."

Dillen lets out a laugh. "Yeah. Got that right." He looks to Lucas. "For a Halloween costume, I think it would suck." Veiling his thoughts. "I have some cash left over from a mural I painted. Need a new jacket. Mine got exploded in a Halloween costume Joey was in once." he hopes they understand the reference." He shrugs. "Anyway. I have to run."

Speaking of spiked collars and what not, Jeremy walks past the three without even knowing, pushing a shopping cart full of what appears to be halogen lamps, UV bulbs, and pieces of sheet metal. The chains rattle about his person as he moves, trench coat flopping about his person.

Of course, the ahroun might recognize that sound, and with a distracted goodbye and a 'we need to talk later' to Dillen, turns with collar still in hand and spots the gothkin. Huh. Hard not to notice three higher rage Groo standing in front of cat food and dog toys. Smirking, Lucas casually drops the collar into the cart Kenneth broods over and stalks after Jeremy.

Dillen gives a nod to Jeremy as he passes, headed to the door of the place.

Kenneth looks at the collar as it's dropped down, and then in a shrug and a nod, lets the Get depart without a goodbye. It's Lucas' interest in the skinny goth that makes him look at the new 'prey' once more. With a grunt of hidden pain, he remains at the cart and shifts his position a bit to check out this new development.

Putting the cell phone down, Jeremy groans under his breath. "Blah blah blah.. got my ass kicked today.. come visit me at the farm.." Eyes rolling upwards, he murmurs something along the lines of: Chicks, then finally glances up to catch notice of Dillen walking past him, then Lucas and Kenneth off to the side. He pauses for a moment, looking as if he just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. ".. Um... Yo."

Lucas grunts as he's spotted and tosses the squeaky toy in his hand back into the bin. "Hey." The ahroun says casually, like he hadn't been planning anything. "Get my message?"
Long distance to the room: Kenneth laughs!

Kenneth doesn't say anything given where they are, but instead pushes the cart with an elbow towards the two. He looks Jeremy over again, up and down, and then gazes over to Lucas.

"Yeah, congrats." Jeremy says as he turns to face the pair, arms crossing as his trench coat dances about his body, dog chain hanging to about mid chest. His eyes go from the squeaky toy, to Lucas, lift of brow, then glances over to Kenneth.

[look Jeremy]
Here stands a young man nearing the age of twenty-one, thin, pale, and not much to look at. When once he was a shy, mild mannered and ignored computer nerd who couldn't weigh much more then a hundred when wet, now stands the exact same person, yet, gothlike. The glasses on his face reveal the pair of blue eyes he bares. His black hair still sprawls out over his face, but no longer dipped in blonde about his bangs, just a solid darkness.
His clothing has changed dramatically as well, having abandoned the button down shirts and slacks, replacing it with baggy dark jeans, a solid black shirt that simply reads: "Chicks dig scrawny pale guys" A long, ankle length trenchcoat billows about his thin frame, nearly cloaking him like a cape. Upon his feet is a pair of heavy steel toed boots, those which travel halfway up his calf. Chains adorn his jeans, three hanging off his wallet, and two more simply embedded into the fabric, jingling and clanking as he walks. To finish off his ungodly apparel, there is a leather collar bound around his neck, with a small metal skull dangling from the end of a steel hoop.

Alright, introductions without details, right. "Er, Jer', this is Kenneth, team member of mine. Kenneth, Jeremy, distant cousin to the people who's team I didn't wanna join." Seems the Ahroun is only subtle when he's threatening.

Kenneth settles his eyes finally on scrutinizing Jeremy's face and hair. "I see," he replies surprisingly neutrally. "You look like you could use some sun," he notes to the kin, a mild smile finally forming on his lips.

The stone faced kinfolk gives Kenneth a 'look'. "I now see who the leash is for." The Glass Walker can't help but let a smirk creep at the corners of his lips, but only for a moment, then glances to Lucas again. "I'm on my way out the door, gotta build shit for the family. I'll show ya when I'm done, I think you'll take an interest in it. Lets say that its fully automatic and can hold a hundred in one clip for a handgun." He smiles, then starts off with his shopping cart.

Lucas ahs. "Well, tell Em' I said hi, if you see her." The ahroun says and returns to the cart and Philodox, and ohs. "I need to get shampoo, then we can head back, grab food on the way if you're up for it."

Kenneth simply shrugs at the leash comment, but the kin's mention of guns and clips causes him to raise a brow. The halfmoon gives Jeremy a last glance over and then nods to the ahroun. "Sure. I'll be... checkin' out the sports section."

"If I see her. I don't tend to hang out with the 'others'." Jeremy says as he continues down the aisle. "We don't play well together. Later ya'll." He says, turning the corner.

"See ya, Jer'." Lucas says as he ambles off for the hygiene section to find himself cheap, but unfloral and unfruity shampoo.