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Post by BENNETT LOWERY on Jan 27, 2014 1:08:51 GMT
Well this was great. This was just perfect. Bennett scowled as she trudged out of the dingy little hotel, back bent over with a heavy backpack and large bags rolling behind her. It was getting dark out, the taxi was gone and she was left, jet-lagged and tired, in this apparent hell-hole.
Her scowl deepened as she made her way across the parking lot, which now seemed a lot larger than before, "We're sorry" she murmured to herself in a nasally, angered voice, "Minors aren't allowed to check in here, why don't you wait for your parents in the lobby" pfft, dumb-ass bastards.
When reaching the curb of the sidewalk she sat down defeated. Would she stay there for long? No probably not, but at this point her feet were killing her and she didn't have the humility to stay in that shitstain hotel so there she was.
Gingerly, she took out her cell-phone, aggressively scrolling through it to see if there was some other hellhole she could stay at. | INTO DUST
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Jan 28, 2014 0:46:25 GMT
Tourists weren't often to be found in the south of Nova Athenis, which is what made it perfect. Less tourists equaled less noise, and Zola hated noise. The sidewalks were dirty and the buildings hideous, but she didn't really care. It was a good place to trudge aimlessly when avoiding responsibility.
Looking where she was going was too bothersome, so Zola didn't. It came as no surprise to her when her legs bumped into something that sent her tumbling to down to the dirty sidewalk.
The last time she had been lying down on a sidewalk, someone had stepped on her back and left a shoe print that had taken ages to beat out. She wasn't willing to go through that again. Slowly, she got back on her feet, and then turned around to stare down at the thing she had tripped over.
As it turned out, it was an entire person. And a backpack.
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Post by BENNETT LOWERY on Jan 28, 2014 18:54:35 GMT
Ughh, Bennett’s scowl deepened as she continued to scroll down her phone, nothing, nothing, nothing, finally she just turned the thing off with a defeated grunt of annoyance. Then she just sat there, in the dark, hoping sweet breeze that all islands seemed to carry would calm her down at least a little.
It didn’t
She should have heard them walking, perhaps that was what made her so mad, aside from the aforementioned baggage, but no, she was taken by complete surprise when she felt the kick on her backpack and heard the rustle of someone falling to the ground. ”Hey!” she called, instinctively jumping up and turning to face the assailant staring down at her (not unlike a frightened cat). "Watch the hell where you’re going!”
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Jan 29, 2014 20:29:31 GMT
Zola had dirt on her hands and a hole in her tights, and now, in addition to all that, she had a girl yelling at her for the minor crime of not paying attention. There was no need to be so loud. Or so angry.
Zola continued to stare down, unblinking, at the other girl. "You're noisy." She said at long last. "Maybe you shouldn't sit on the curb if you don't want to get tripped over." It only felt logical. Sidewalks were where people did their walking. If you sat down on them, then you had to be prepared for the eventuality of someone stepping on or tripping over you.
She ran her eyes over the girl and all her baggage once more. "Are you running away from home?" She asked bluntly. It looked like it, from her perspective.
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Post by BENNETT LOWERY on Feb 1, 2014 1:28:53 GMT
”Your noisy” The woman said in reply to Bennett’s complaints. The girl continued to scowl, cheeks puffed agitated, as the woman continued.
”There’s plenty of sidewalk!” She said in reply, pointing to the space for emphasis. And even if there wasn’t it wasn’t like she was that hard to see. Was the woman blind or something?
”And what’s it to you!” She didn’t answer yes or no to the question. For one, she wanted to possibly keep her brother’s predicament on the lowdown, if she wasn’t careful the police could get involved and then her parents would get involved and that really wasn’t preferable. Also, she kinda wanted to keep her cards open. Had to be careful in a place like this.
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Feb 1, 2014 21:40:22 GMT
Noisy and abrasive. Perfect. She really knew how to pick them. Zola was tempted- so tempted- to just pick up her feet, turn around, and leave this loud-mouthed kid behind. But she didn't. It was partially because of concern, but mostly because her legs were tired and she didn't want to walk another step.
"It's mainly because you're doing a shitty job." Zola informed the other. "You're not supposed to pack a lot when you run away. If you're serious about running away, do it right. Can you even carry all of this?" She glanced back down at the baggage littered around the girl. Considering her small height, Zola doubted she could.
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Post by BENNETT LOWERY on Feb 1, 2014 23:44:42 GMT
She stood there, arms still crossed, scowl still deep, as the blonde critiqued her job. Was she fucking serious? She just flew she didn’t know how many miles, alone, for the first time in her life and this bitch was saying she was doing a ‘shitty job’? By now it was pretty clear she wasn’t likely to cause any harm but honestly, Bennett was kinda wishing she was a gangster or whoever it was that ran around this side of town. At least they kept their asses to themselves.
”How do you think it got here, shithead?” She growled flatly. Did it look like she had some bodyguard to carry her shit around? She pursed her lips and looked to the side, still glaring up at Zola. ”How would you even know the fucking rules to running away anyway?”
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Feb 14, 2014 1:26:23 GMT
"I wouldn't know anything about running away." Zola replied, calm in the face of the girl's irritation. "I've never tried, because I'm not dumb." At home, she had a warm room, a nice duvet, and food. That was all she needed, really. Running away would mean giving all that up, and that she was not ready to do.
"You...you seem kinda dumb. Or at least uninformed. And rude." She paused thoughtfully, before adding on, "And tiny." She knew for a fact that this girl was rude and tiny. Hopefully she wouldn't turn out to be an idiot as well.
"Let me give you some advice, you small, rude girl." Zola carried on, staring down at the girl with a blank expression. "This isn't the best part of town. Don't think you want to spend the night here. Hope you weren't planning on sleeping on the curb."
God, this was the most she had talked in days. It really was very exhausting work. She should have been born mute.
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Post by BENNETT LOWERY on Mar 1, 2014 20:29:57 GMT
Oh of course, she wasn't 'dumb'. Bennett rolled her eyes, cheeks puffing a bit in irritation as the girl continued to talk: insulting her height, heh like she never heard that one before, mentioning the eminent dangers of this goddamn hellhole, yadda, yadda, yadda.
"no shit, Sherlock." Bennett growled when the girl had finally finished her monologue. "In case you haven't noticed, I was going to stay in that bloody motel I booked." she gestured to the shady little place behind her as the 'M' in its lighted title started to flicker off. "Damn rip-off artists won't let me check in."
When she found him, she was going to slay that brother of hers.
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