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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 12, 2013 7:03:12 GMT -8
Louisa wasn’t completely sure how she’d ended up here. She’d have to put it up to idle wandering, if she were to really consider it, not that she had. The details weren’t really important, and she wasn’t the kind of person who put a lot of thought into her more mundane day-to-day activities. Things just happened as they did, and she’d be fine so long as she made all of her appointments. That wasn’t even much of an issue considering that she never had a whole lot of appointments.
So, anyway, here she was. She didn’t have to be at work for a few hours still, and, after some confusion about the fact that Echo Park wasn’t a park in and of itself, she’d made her way to a park (but a lake, at any rate) in her aimless navigation of L.A.. Having come from a rural area, still chock-full of wild, parks were kind of a funny thing. They were preserved nature at best and pretended nature at almost-worst, like fancy terrariums or something. Was that a decent way of putting it? Poetic enough? She wasn’t much of a philosopher, so the thought sounded a little pretentious even in her own mind. The city was turning her into some kind of woodland snob. Southern California was lousy for her kinda forestry, so far.
She grumbled at that thought, slumping further down into her spot on the grassy slope she’d chosen to occupy, head propped up on her arms just enough to look down the slope and people-watch. People watching was another relatively new activity, and her tendency was to try and size people up under the standards that guided hunting, which… Didn’t really work out all that great, usually. It just ended up making no sense. There was less threats in people and no need to catch or kill them (most of the time, at least).
There was this kinda suspicious-looking guy, though, a little ways down the provided walkway. Antsy, brim of his cap pulled down low, hopping on the balls of his feet like he was ready to bolt, eyeballing people while trying to look casual… Yep. Suspicious. Louisa let out a one-syllable laugh and rolled into sitting, leaning her chin into a hand to watch where this was going to go. It was the middle of the freakin’ day. What kinda boob was this guy?
Tag: Kristen Mayor
Date: May 23rd
Words: 413
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Post by KRISTEN MAYOR on Nov 12, 2013 14:12:05 GMT -8
Do you ever just wake up in the morning and think, 'I want to get mugged today'?
Yeah, neither does Kristen.
You would think a popular park in the middle of the day would be a relatively safe place to be all things considered, but apparently LA wasn't particularly safe no matter where you were or what time it was. Go figure. This fact hadn't actually sunk in for Kris just yet, which was why she didn't actually notice the shady guy standing off to one side of the path until it was too late. One minute, she had just been walking along, minding her own business, distracted by the really cute dog playing Frisbee by the lake. The next thing she knew, someone was bumping roughly into her, knocking her completely off balance.
"Wha-" That's when she noticed that some dude with a baseball cap was trying to run off with her bag. Except it was still on her shoulder and he had actually failed to get away with it before she realized what was happening. Uh, woops? "Hey!" She grabbed the straps before he could wrench her bag off; she wasn't about to let some mook run off with her bag. She had her DS in there, and she was about to face the Elite Four!
But now they were stuck in some kind of stalemate; she had a tight grip on her bag, but he had momentum and strength in his favor. Either someone was going to let go, or her bag was going to rip. And given it's condition, she actually wouldn't be that surprised if this was the straw that broke the camel's back. The poor thing really couldn't stand to put up with too much more abuse, and yet here she was playing tug-of-war with it. Hahaha god this was just her luck, she might as well say good bye to it now while it was still in one piece. |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 13, 2013 6:07:56 GMT -8
Louisa was pretty okay, at first, with blatantly watching this guy make an ass of himself, whether he got away or not. She'd expected him to knock over an old lady or something, which would've been fine. It would've made it all the more cartoonish. But, no, the hapless thief shoved himself onto a much younger victim. Maybe a student? Didn't he know that kids were all broke as hell? Anyway, it wasn't important. What was important, the fact that caught her attention and spurred her to action, was the fact that his would-be victim was a total cutie-patootie. She was pretty much a sucker for cutie-patooties.
So she cursed and shifted, reaching down to pull off her right boot before standing. She wasn't too far away, and she was an experience hunter. She'd thrown a hatchet or two in her time, so she was confident that she could clock a guy in the head with a boot. No problem. She decided against calling him out beforehand, because he didn't deserve the heads up and the opportunity to run. Without taking more than a couple of seconds to aim, then, she lobbed the shoe at the mugger's cranium.
Then she called him out, having started a run towards the scene to make sure the dope didn't make a break for it, seemingly without regard for that she was only wearing one shoe. "Don't you move, you dumb fuck!"
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Post by KRISTEN MAYOR on Nov 13, 2013 14:24:19 GMT -8
For a couple of seconds, nothing really happened. It suddenly hit Kris that this guy might actually attack her for her bag, and it might actually have been smart to let go before anything happened. But still, it was the middle of the day! There were people around! Wouldn't he be better off cutting his losses and making a break for it before she got a good look at his face? So she stubbornly held on, figuring that if he really did attack her she'd just let go and-
And then, a boot fell from the heavens and hit him square in the face.
Now, if this hadn't been such a serious situation, Kris might have burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. Instead, she probably looked about as shocked as the man did, who already had a huge bruise forming on his face from where the boot had connected with it. In the confusion of that moment, his attention shifted from her to his face, so Kris took the opportunity and quickly yanked her bag out of his hands.
"Don't you move, you dumb fuck!"
The brunette froze in place, wondering who in the world was calling her a dumb fuck and why they were telling her not to move. She was pretty sure she hadn't done anything wrong, so that was kind of uncalled for and- oh. Wait. They were probably talking to the would-be-thief.
Right.
Riiight.
Riiiiight.
That aside, the guy had apparently decided that her bag wasn't worth the trouble anymore. Ignoring the shouted command, he took off running down the path, leaving behind his hat, a boot, and a very confused Kris. To say this was one of the more bizarre things to happen to her since she arrived in California would be a severe understatement. She turned to see just who her savior was, and found a freckled girl with black hair running towards her. She could tell it was definitely her cause of the missing shoe and all. Ah, yes. Her hero. |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 17, 2013 5:12:19 GMT -8
Louisa ran right up, grabbed her boot, and attempted to shove it back on while still moving. It wasn't a very successful move, though. It really just lead to a short series of awkward hops accompanied by her almost-incoherent cursing. Somewhere around 'piece of shit sonnuva--,' she gave up pursuit. He was spry enough, he'd failed, she didn't care that much, and it wasn't worth the trouble. She grumbled out another insult and flicked off the guy's retreating back, then she squatted to fix her boot.
She was quiet for a few seconds, at least, tugging her laces back into place. Pulling the whole thing tight and tying it secure, she smoothed her pant-leg down and stood up. Then she finally turned back to Kristen, still frowning in annoyance. Some people, man. That was some dumb shit that guy just tried to pull.
'You alright, hon?"
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Post by KRISTEN MAYOR on Nov 17, 2013 10:05:07 GMT -8
So, that happened.
The brunette glanced from the guy, running out of sight in the distance, to the girl, hopping on one foot as she tried to put her boot back on and run at the same time. And Kris had to try really, really hard not to laugh, because she was pretty sure this was the funniest, most bizarre thing she had ever witnessed in her entire life. How she managed to keep a straight face was a complete and absolute mystery to her, but she mentally gave herself a pat on the back for not bursting out laughing.
Instead, she waited as her hero sat down to pull her boot back on, muttering angrily under her breath as she tugged on the laces. Kris took a deep breath, trying to calm down after that little stand-off. All's well that ends well, right? Okay, so throwing a boot at someone was a rather unconventional way of doing things, but it had worked so Kris wasn't complaining. Louisa finally got to her feet, frowning as she turned to her and asked if she was alright after all that stupidity.
"Ah, I'm fine." She replied quickly, smiling at the other girl in what she hoped was a reassuring way. She bit her lip before continuing to say, "Thank you so much, I didn't know what I was going to do." Or, uh, what she was doing, for that matter. Crap, 'thank you' didn't really cover how grateful she was. What the heck were you supposed to do or say in these situations??? Kris nervously shifted her weight from foot-to-foot, before blurting out, "Umm, if there's anything I can do-" Like what, Kris had no idea, but she wanted to help the other girl out somehow in return. |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 20, 2013 7:12:34 GMT -8
Louisa was about to shrug off the stuttering offer of compensation, charming as it was in delivery. She was being an upstanding hero, after all, and true upstanding heroes were heroic just for the sake of it. She even raised her hand to brush it off in gesture form, but she paused as a thought occurred to her. Surely it couldn't hurt to ask for something small, right? And given what day it was...
She'd almost forgotten, too! She let out a short "Ha!," reaching up to scratch behind one ear. "You wanna buy me a cupcake? It's actually my birthday today, can you believe that? And I saw this snazzy bakery on the way in..." She sniffed, wrinkling her nose. Snazzy bakeries were a thing here, but not the sort of thing was willing to gripe about too much.
And, oh yeah. She held out her hand by way of greeting. "I'm Lou, by the way."
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Post by KRISTEN MAYOR on Nov 21, 2013 21:51:23 GMT -8
Kris tilted her head to one side in bemusement, as the other girl let out a small laugh. H-Had she said something funny...? Her question was answered soon enough, as Louisa began to speak- "Oh-" Brown eyes widened in momentary shock, before she quickly recovered and replied, "Happy birthday!" What kind of coincidence was that? First she got saved by a boot, now it was her saviour's birthday... what in the world were the odds of all that happening at once???
Okay, well, she had told her what she wanted, and even mentioned a place they could go, and Kris didn't have anywhere she needed to be anytime soon, so! "My name's Kris." She smiled slightly at Lou, trying to stave off her mounting uncertainty. No big deal, right? She could do this- she was thanking Lou for helping her, after all. Plus it was her birthday, so this was the right thing to do! Okay she didn't know the first thing about her and she was going to be with her for a while when she bought her her birthday cupcake and-
No, really, she could do this! "I'd be happy to buy you a cupcake. Lead the way?" And if she couldn't then, well, at least she could say she tried, right...? |
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Post by LOUISA GOFORTH on Nov 23, 2013 6:53:09 GMT -8
Louisa was more or less oblivious to any anxiety on Kris's part. She hadn't taken to watching the other woman closely enough to pick up on any cues if they were there. She was too busy trying to remember which direction that fancy bakery was in and whether or not her truck would be fine if she left it where it was. She was pretty sure she was in a by-the-hour lot and that the establishment was... Right over there somewhere.
She grinned at the affirmative response, anyway, giving her most enthusiastic thumbs up. Alright! Free stuff! And she could, in fact, lead the way.
"My lucky day, huh? Alright, doll, c'mon. I think it's in a general this-way direction," she answered, ruffling her own hair before she started down the walkway towards where she'd seen the shop.
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Post by MIKE on Nov 24, 2013 13:22:22 GMT -8
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