Gidget
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Post by Gidget on Sept 7, 2022 2:13:57 GMT
I shouldn't have come out, I shouldn't have come out, I knew I shouldn't have FUCKING come out today.
Gidget couldn't breathe. It felt like a physical force pressing down on her, like somebody sitting on her chest, like a crashing wave that was going to pull her under. She was rushing through each of the stores in the market, making a beeline towards exactly what she needed before bum-rushing the register and trying her damnedest to get out. Of course, as per usual, she looked like a selfish child with no consideration for the other people just trying to go about their days.... and their mean, muttered comments were enough to set the tiny gremlin's already frayed nerves well over the edge.
By the third store, she was breathing heavily and a little droplet of sweat had appeared on her forehead. Her entire body was quivering and she felt like she was about to throw up. The cashier was taking their sweet ass time ringing up the groceries she had gathered in her tiny, weak little arms, and she was about to lose it.
"10.57."
She looked up, realizing a moment too late that she had no idea what the person had just said to her. "Wh... what...?"
"Teeeeen. Fifty. Seeeeeven." They drew each word out slowly, like they were talking to an invalid, and it only served to make Gidget's fear shift towards rage.
"I'm not fucking stupid, I know what you said." She began to pat at the pockets of her shorts and jacket, looking for the tiny little sleeve she kept her money in... and finding all of them empty. "Wh...what? No. No way. I just... I just had...." She looked up with a jerk, her shaking only getting worse. The cashier rolled their eyes, obviously believing that she was lying, just another punk kid. "I swear... I swear I had..."
"Right. Cool. 10.57."
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Post by WR Harthe on Sept 7, 2022 5:04:57 GMT
The sight of a certain snarky short stack in a public space such as the market was a rare one, especially in the middle of a weekday when people were aimlessly wandering about their everyday lives. Their general disdain for crowds was usually enough to deter from social interaction unless absolutely necessary - which, aside from "work", was rarely the case. Most days, they could go by without uttering a single word, allowing their body to do most of the talking. In the Underground, there was a mutual understanding of basic needs; clothes for warmth; shelter from weather; money for food; and of course, jobs to obtain said money. If you were lucky enough, your acceptance of the right job & involvement with the right people could earn you a more luxurious life, but truthfully anything was more luxurious than surviving off of necessity alone.
Today, each of those necessities was met... except for one: What the fuck were they going to eat? They glanced down at their stomach as it growled from neglect, lightly resting a hand over it as their eyes darted from shop to shop. They were clad in mostly black: black shoes, ripped black pants, ripped black t-shirt with some random band logo strewn across the front... and then there was the tattered brown jacket they donned with pride, which absolutely gave away the unfortunate circumstances of their lifestyle if nothing else did & was absolutely way too big for them. They stuck out like a sore thumb, at least in the more uptown areas of Telluride. The marketplace had a rather generous melting pot of circumstance; you could find anyone from anywhere either running a small niche business or browsing everything the famous city had to offer... so really, it was a fair game of chance.
WR was far from rich, but between savings from "touring" with Morei Skies & compensation from involvement in the Underground, especially as a street artist, they had more money than they ever knew what to do with, & what did they spend it on? Absolutely fuck all nothing. Money had always been such a secondary necessity to them that now that they had it, they didn't know what to do with it. In fact, Gremlin was the only reason they had even considered venturing out to the market. Normally they would just satiate their hunger with instant ramen or a shitty sandwich, but having been exposed to a decent meal for once... they wanted to indulge in this newfound commodity.
And so, they skulked their way to the heart of the market & wound up in a cute little grocery store that specialized in mostly fresh meat & produce. They idly grabbed a few things that would keep for a couple of days to save them a trip next week & shoved past the small crowd that had since gathered in the store. They had claimed a spot in line & began to (im)patiently tap their foot on the faded tile when they suddenly made out the uttering of a familiar voice - ironically, it was Gremlin. Their ears perked & their eyes shifted to the scene. Almost instinctively, they began to shove their way to the front of the line to see what the problem was.
Between the frantic motions of the purple hooded troll & the annoyed glare from the cashier, they were able to quickly put two & two together. They slipped a hand into one of their deep, fleece pockets & pulled out a bill at random, slamming it on the counter along with the few things they had gathered.
"Keep the change," they said with a low growl rumbling in the back of their throat. Their gaze was sharp, alight with fire, & their arm subconsciously wrapped around Gremlin, as if protecting her from the cruel, sheer evil that was public, social interaction.
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Post by Gidget on Sept 12, 2022 3:39:43 GMT
Gidget was struggling to breathe long before she realized that she must have somehow misplaced her wallet. She knew she had it at the last store, and there was really only one place she would ever put it: her jacket pocket. She always put it there, always kept it safely tucked against her waist. Had it fallen out? Worse yet... had she left it somewhere? The thought of backtracking and entering the last store was enough to make her dizzy (or was that the hyperventilating?). Her stomach rolled violently, her entire tiny body was quivering, and she was just about to lose her mind when she felt more than heard a presence approaching.
She glanced up, the first time she had bothered to look at the cashier since his snide little comment, in time to watch a brow slowly cock over one eye. There was an obvious irritation written across his entire face, a little sneer crossing his lips. Her own face contorted in a mirrored expression, made worse by the absolute venom she managed to include in every look.
Gidget was just about to open her mouth and say something when WR slammed the bill on the counter. She jumped, wound as tight as a spring, and let out a little squeak. She turned to look at them in utter shock and disbelief, missing the snicker from the cashier as he swiped the bill off the counter and began to count out the change, setting it aside as if he weren't going to pocket it the moment no one was looking.
She tried to say something, but all that came out was a stuttering "Ah" sound, before she audibly snapped her jaw closed. She turned to glower at the cashier and there was just enough arrogance and rage in that look to shut him up. She swiped her things from the little spinning carousel of bags and looked back at WR. She knew she should thank them, say something... anything, really, even a sarcastic comment would be better than silence... but anxiety had a cold, steel grip on her chest, and nothing managed to come out.
Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the grocery store, shaking so violently that there was no hiding it.
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