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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 8:48 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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"E-eh...?"
Chester was speechless at the raven-haired male, the name being Darcian, figuring out who he was, as if the ginger-haired was being probed mentally. Was the blue-eyed male an oracle or something? Indeed, he was in disbelief, but he should get used to that by now, with Soleil City being the place for supernatural beings to start a new life, to have new friends, or even to find love. But when he was being called a kid, he pouted, puffing his cheeks. "I understand it may be slight payback for calling you young, but I'm an adult despite the height." But indeed, the young husky, now named Onyx by Darcian, was happy to be playing alongside his new master, so Chester had to let the tease slide. It was a good thing that the awkward atmosphere was broken by an employee of the store who saw Darcian holding the young dog, meaning it was almost time for the adoption process to commence.
While the paper containing the form was handed over to the raven-haired male, Chester had to call him out, "Anyway, Darcian, you know the name of my work place, so feel free to drop by there later if you have time. I have to send Tiffany's cat food home, first." With that, the DJ left the pet store, having to call a cab and pack the cat food bags to the back of the vehicle before he hopped into the vehicle. Indeed, it would a long ride home.
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₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: The Cat's MeowStatus: SingleMood: slightly annoyedCompany: DarcianMoney: $14.50 (Wallet); $1325.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2018 9:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2018 11:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2018 11:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 1:31 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 12:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2018 2:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2018 5:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 2:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 4:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 5:57 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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So there, his stupid arse belatedly realized that Tiffany's food supply was close to running out and he had to take a cab to The Cat's Meow to buy a large bag's worth of cat food. He had informed his fans via social media, including Charmblr, that he would take a break from creating new mixes because of work alongside his driving license exam lessons. Recently, since two days ago, the lessons were put on hold because of the rainy weather, with the instructor informing him that they would resume when the weather's all fine and dandy. But still, it wouldn't hurt to do some self-studying, but more on that later, as soon as this errand was done first. The ginger-haired browsed through the aisles for Tiffany's favorite brand of cat food, and there was only a few sacks left. May as well grab that while it was still around, and that was what he did.
Chester took a glance at the windows once again, noticing that Mother Nature had garnered quite a lot of attention because of that weather. His raincoat, umbrella and boots were the protection against the rain, though still, it wouldn't change the fact that his bare legs were damp since he was wearing shorts, mainly because he was in the mood. And also, he hadn't eaten sweets for a while; perhaps he should drop by Sucre's as well before heading back home since it was within walking distance. That thought crossed his mind next as he tore his glance away from the window to get moving, obviously towards the counter to pay for his purchase.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: The Cat's MeowStatus: SingleMood: contemplatingCompany: Money: $50.00 (Wallet - after various expenses); $1375.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 4:41 am
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『〖◈Mood'! Panicked◈ I'm Hangin'! With Chester〗 』
『〖◈ Im Spendin'! $1010 ◈ I'm Wearin'! Sbemen 〗 』
『〖 ◈ OOC: me: **posts within 12 hours of being quoted, Also me: **sobs loudly**〗 』
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God this rain was killer! Fisher had left the house -his home- two days ago, only to see his unfortunate mistake: camping was impossible in this weather! Sure, some rain was doable- but this?! Fisher was forced to reluctantly go to a hotel, which wasn't necessarily bad. Safer, for sure, and it'd make Sage feel better knowing he wasn't out on the streets again. He had his brother's credit card after all. The mushi looked down at his hands, slightly red and creased from gripping his umbrella handle too hard. Did Sage want him home? He had...he had gotten carried away and it was all his fault. He only wished the other ethereal male would give him space! Their arguments were...more unbearable than the rain. The rain was liberty, it blurred the world's outlines until he could sorta just get lost and wonder, his mind clear for once.
Fisher turned electric eyes to the store saving him from the rain and wet of the outside, the former having managed to turn his cheap umbrella inside out. His fault again, going for something low quality in hopes the rain would die down within a day or two. He missed the sun, and he'd also -as was apparent- missed this week's forecast. Thus, here he was dripping and stranded in a pet store, for now. Oh how utterly ridiculous. None of this would have happened if- His lips pulled downward and his brow crumpled over itself. He shouldn't blame anyone but himself, but he hadn't been ready to deal with Luca. Why did she keep walking away? The artist shook himself, like that was effective, and stepped away from the door. The smell of animal wasn't so fun....And as he thought about Luca, he saw someone else he wasn't ready to see. "Eeep!"
Fisher stopped mid-dive, his memory kicking in rather quickly. The 'other' red head wouldn't recognize him anymore, he no longer looked like his old self. Bringing his legs back to a relaxed stance, the now white-haired boy glanced himself over. What could he say? What would explain it? He didn't have the answers to that yet, even if he and Chester weren't exactly best buds attached at the hip. Should he pretend to be- No, that would fall apart before long- he wasn't the lying type. Just straight out with it, then? His orbs narrowed, glistening slightly. He wanted to be the Fisher he once designed, but, well. Fisher eyed the DJ slowly, wondering when to interject. "D-Did you get a cat recently? Or did I never know you had one?" He asked, arms folded behind his back as he began towards the front of the store, arms folded behind his back. "Hello, Chester! Short Squad is back together! Heh...Good thing we weren't the Red Head Gang."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 1:45 pm
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xxx Pet Store
xxx Alone
xxx Keeping Warm
She must be crazy! To be out in this weather...She would most definitely get sick after this endeavor. Having the immune system of a wet noodle meant that going out in weather like this was almost a death sentence. Sure, she was taking all the necessary steps to avoid things like that, but no one could predict the future. It just so happened though, that Sherlock was close to no food and had decided to be a little devil and destroy his bed. "Evil weasel..." she muttered to herself as she squinted her eyes behind her glasses. The torrential rain was killer on her fading eyesight. She already had a hard time seeing in normal visibility, but this- this was near impossible. She might as well be driving without her glasses on! Now here she was, trying to navigate the flooding streets all for her ferret, that was currently curled up under one of her many knitted blankets. Lucky little jerk.
Rose finally pulled into the parking lot of the pet store, slower than she normally would since she couldn't see if there was anyone walking through, and turned off the engine. Grabbing her purse from the passenger seat, she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head before getting out of her car. Grabbing at the hood, Rose made sure to try and pull it as far forward as she could so the rain wouldn't obstruct her view. Splashing through the puddles, she quickly made her way inside and threw her hood off, shaking her strawberry blonde hair and hoping it hadn't gotten frizzy in those few moments. Once gaining her bearings for the store, she made quick strides to the aisle she needed, her heels clacking against the linoleum floor.
Once she had gotten everything she needed, she made her way to the front of the store quickly, not having noticed any others in the store. Of course, once she was in line at the front, she knew there were others besides the clerk. The two boys were talking like they knew each other. "I don't know if you two have noticed, but there's a storm raging outside and I don't really wanna be stuck here cause of flooding," she interjected just as casually as the pale one had been talking. She wasn't trying to sound rude, but that was often how her tone came across because of her blunt nature. Rose didn't have time to beat around the bush when her number could be up at any minute.
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