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Post by dollar on Apr 7, 2007 0:16:39 GMT 1
Saturday morning, 9am. Being a weekend, many people are at home enjoying all the sleep they can get after a hard week of work. The streets had only a couple of people every few minutes, most of them were the morning jogger types, as Dollar walked from his house, down a small slope, and towards Hircine High. He was new to San Francisco, having just moved in the day before from California. His new home is one of those two storey terrace houses. He felt that it was a good change of setting but he did regret having to leave all his old buddies behind. He had spent years in CA making friends and they would do just about whatever he wanted them to do.
Dollar heaved a sigh and muttered, "What a waste... Now I'll have to start all over again..."
The morning's coolness was starting to fade as Dollar continued down the 10 blocks from his house to what was to be his new school. He wanted to get accustomed to walking there as he would be doing it every weekday from now onwards. It was a strange Malaysian custom, but one that works well for stingy ol' Dollar, to put your child in the school closest to home and let him or her walk there just to save a couple of dollars a week on transport.
After about 10 minutes or so, the school building came into sight. It looked rather big to Dollar compared to his previous school. In fact, it looked huge! Dollar disregarded the matter though as a perspective problem. However, even as he got closer the school refused to shrink back to what Dollar would call a normal size school. At last, Dollar reached the school and looked up at the building. There were no students around as it was a Saturday and any kid who goes to school on a weekend to study has gotta be a retard. Dollar gave a small whistle of appreciation, wondering how this school will turn out for him. His immediate goal would have to be securing as many friends as possible in order to ‘borrow’ money from them.
Now that I’ve seen the school, I may as well see what this city has to offer. Dollar thought to himself with a mischievous grin.
Dollar turned away from the school and producing one of those tourist maps from his pocket, started walking another couple of blocks to the mall following the directions on the map. He reached there after about a fifteen minutes walk. Once inside the mall, the cool air from the AC’s engulfed him and dried the sweat that was starting to form on his forehead. It was almost 10 in the morning now. Most of the shops were open and there were quite a number of people in the mall already, especially females. Females in miniskirts. Perfect.
Dollar casually walked to one of the escalators and squatted down underneath and a little out of it. The tilted his head back as if he was deep in thought about something but kept his eyes wide open. Isn’t it lovely that escalators have glass sides? Dollar could easily up-skirt the girls who went up or down the escalator.
Heh… Lace…
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Post by gary on Apr 8, 2007 5:24:23 GMT 1
Weekend. Boring. No work and no room back home between him and his sister. He would also be somewhere in solitude, if it were not for the obnoxious "gang" of people that were stuck outside it. Sure, he could probably take them on, but today he just wanted some thinking time, so decided to go somewhere to be alone, yet still surrounded by others. The mall.
About to exit the mall and hour later, Gary sighed and looked upward, perhaps he could try and return to that lonely spot? Such groups don't tend to hang around for too long, they get bored, right? No dice. He had to buy a card for his aunt on behalf of his uncle, at least it gave him something to do.
Releasing an inaudible sigh, Gary glanced around the mall, the usual people around and about. Shopping, chatting, blissfully unaware of potential dangers that lay in wait, ready to explode mere feet away with the right light to the fuse. There were small groups of girls approximately twenty-five feet away, they giggled as Gary's glance passed over them, what that's about, Gary will never want to know or care. Most of them were also wearing mini-skirts, cheerleaders day out?
Grunting quietly in his boredom Gary turned, walking back into the mall, looking for a suitable store which would contain the product of his choice. During this subtle search, Gary spent a lot of time weaving in and out, between and around people passing by. During which, he did not notice a solitary standing figure looking upward, thus walking right into it. Upon looking at who he had collided with, Gary found it was another guy. Toned muscles, brown hair, with a parting and catching the eyes of quite a few of the mini-skirt wearers, who were bickering over whether he was really good looking or not. Petty?
Yawning, Gary decided to wait for this persons response to the little situation that had formed. Gary would not apologise, this person had nothing to apologise for, so a conversation would start. With fists or words? Although, the latter would be the logical choice in such a crowded place. That is likely to have security.
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Post by dollar on Apr 8, 2007 12:21:52 GMT 1
Lace... G-string... Teddies... Lace... Sweet thongs... W00t! Jackpot!!! NONE!!! Dollar registered every single underwear the ladies in miniskirts were wearing, or in one girl's case: not wearing. My, aren't some people horny today and out to enjoy a nice breeze under their legs. Dollar thought with a "XD" face, savoring the view of that one girl's 'love area'.
Bump!
Someone or something had collided into Dollar and as he wasn't expecting it, he wasn't ready for it and thus got knocked down onto his hands and butt.
"Ow..." Dollar groaned as he pushed himself off the ground with his hands, looking at the direction at which he had felt the collision come from. His eyes focused on some kid, looking back at him. Did this guy bump into me? On purpose or by accident? What kind of guy could bump into a stationary person? Dollar wondered, his mind processing thoughts in milliseconds.
He must've not been watching where he was going. Dollar reasoned. In which case, this would be an accident. However, what could be on this guy's mind so much that he doesn't keep his eyes in front of himself? Dollar continued in his thoughts when suddenly he thought back of that girl not wearing any undergarments. Ah... I see Dollar's mind emoticon: >=)
"Dude," Dollar grinned at the guy, placed a right hand on his shoulder while shaking his own head left and right in disapproval. "You're doing it all wrong. You shouldn't be walking while you're doing it, dontcha think? One moment, you may be looking at something heavenly, and before you know it, you walk into a pole and start seeing stars instead." He then added a wink at the end of his sentence.
"Do it like I do. Just stand here and look up, eh?"
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Post by gary on Apr 8, 2007 16:19:23 GMT 1
OOC: A little bit of god-modding, just to keep Gary in character and get things moving, storyline tends to work better with a direction. Still open for anything you wanna throw in though  IC: -What on earth is he blabbing about...-That same thought cycled through Gary's head several times before he looked up, the answer then becoming painfully obvious. Returning his gaze to the poor confused fellow before him, Gary replied, "I was not..." Cutting himself of mid-sentence, Gary figured that this person wouldn't believe that and to lead the conversation that way would be... Rather idiotic, the mere thought of it was almost absurd. Instead, Gary continued, "Whatever. I'm looking for a birthday card for my aunt on behalf of my uncle, want to tag along?" With the idea that just maybe there was more to this guy than the first impression, Gary began walking again, at a slower pace, ignoring the hand on his shoulder and the wink signaling the end of the sentence. Turning to look at the apparently good looking guy to ensure he was still within ear shot, Gary asked, "Question for you," He was still bored and wanted to settle the nagging doubt as to whether or not there was more to this person than this mere surface, so hey presto, start a conversation, "Why stand in the middle of the mall staring up at girls 3 floors up. People will think of you as perverted and indecent, most girls do give a damn about you looking at them as such, you know?" Only half listening for a response from the questioned, Gary stopped casually outside a display window. He could somewhat see a shelf a bit further back that had cards on it. They looked to have bright enough colours to be what he was looking for... |
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Post by dollar on Apr 9, 2007 8:51:46 GMT 1
Dollar doubted the sincerity of this person's words. Looking for a birthday card for people doesn't keep you from having your eyes in front of you. There should be no reason for the dude to bump into Dollar if he was paying attention and let's face it: how much attention can one person actually put on getting a card for some old person?
The kiddo then invited Dollar to tag along to get his family member a card. Questions popped up in Dollar's mind regarding that, like:
1) Why ask a total stranger to accompany you? And to get a card of all reasons.
2) Why invite someone to tag along, but not wait for an answer and start off by yourself?
Before Dollar could get around to ask the boy the questions, the boy shot him with two of his own. The first one was a strange question at that. A question which the answer was so obvious Dollar added a new question to his list of things to ask this stranger: Why ask a question you already know the answer to?
"I believe that answer number 1 would be pretty obvious, don't cha think?" Dollar replied the boy's first question with one of his own. Rhetorical though. The second was replied with a question as well: "Instead of answering your questions directly, first lemme give you some questions: Why should you care what others think of you and live your entire life by their rules so that you'll be accepted as part of their society? Why not make your own society and make others follow your trends? Now to directly answer your questions: I'm staring up at girls to see under their skirts and yes, I do know that they give a damn. But not that much of a damn though, honestly. If they cared enough, they would march right down here and slap me but I don't see that happening. Since they aren't bothered about it all too much, it's only alright for me to accidentally look up, eh? And if people find me indecent or perverted as you say, let them tell it to my face. Otherwise, it's as though they never said it. After all, I never heard it so where's the proof? Why let people spreading rumors about you affect you?"
Dollar winced slightly at all that he had said. A bit too long of a speech again... Dollar sighed in his head.
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Post by gary on Apr 10, 2007 19:35:02 GMT 1
At the end of the first question returned, Gary turned to listen properly. A rhetorical question, sarcasm or humour; he should have listened from the start, it might get interesting now. Then followed more questions with a little depth added. More like a speech about how the mall was virtually filled with soon-to-be prostitutes and back-stabbing geezers, in Gary's opinion. Also in Gary's opinion, it sounded rather accurate.
"Smart-ass." If Gary allowed himself to have a sense of humour, he would have been smiling right about then. But he carried on with the same brooding face, "Nice to see you have some reasoning about you, I was expecting something more air-headed. And to answer your questions, I do. Because most of society is made of sheep, and it's easier to be part of such a thing. Because most people are either lazy, lack the motivation or, like me, don't care about doing any such thing. As for proof, probably CCTV, although it won't be checked for such a minor detail so it's as good as irrelevant; thus, there is none, and with letting rumours effect you, you shouldn't unless you're a popularity crazed arrogant stiff."
There was more to this person than the first impression and what had just been done granted something of what some might call respect.
Now, Gary was still intent on getting the card and leaving, but then thought to listen for the reply first. From light-hearted to seemingly serious lectures, what would be next? Then a thought struck Gary, he was mixing with this person surprisingly easily; something about the him let Gary relax a lot more easily, as if a relaxed atmosphere was simply being generated by the fellows very being.
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