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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 2:51:20 GMT -5
"Fuck, it took me three hours to find a store open at this time." Atticus walked out of the convenience store, and leaned against the wall, opening his bag. He dumped the contents of the plastic bag inside, packets upon packets of cigarettes falling out. He was running low on supplies, he only had five packets left. The horror. He couldn't believe he had let his supplies get to such a critical level. He pulled a smoke out from the sleeve of his jumper somehow. He didn't even know himself how all of these got here, he just assumed he put them there and forgot about them.
He put the smoke in his mouth, and was about to light it, when he heard a rattling noise, the store behind him closing up. The owner shooed him away, obviously not trusting this strange teenager he just bought twenty plus packs of smokes. Atticus shrugged, walking down the street, a small flame appearing in his thumb. He lit the smoke, took a drag and sighed happily, blowing small smoke rings.
The street was badly lit, and he wasn't sure, but he thought he saw something. He created a small flame again, just enough to shed some illumination, panicking lightly. He exhaled slowly, trying to calm the panic, when he realized that it was just some skinny short kid.
"Hey kid, it's late, shouldn't you be at home by now?"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2014 2:10:20 GMT -5
"... No, the the middle aged shopkeeper who just walked away. Yes, you." He squinted, and upon closer inspection, realized he had made a slight mistake. The girl was not a child, in fact she seemed to be about his age, maybe a bit less. While slight of figure, she was obviously not a child. He raised his hands up when she started panicking, one of his eyebrows lifting slightly.
"Chill out lady, I'm not gonna hurt you, I was just wondering what a child was doing walking around the streets at night. Though, you aren't a child, by the looks of it. My bad." He shook his head, marvelling at the fact that this girl, who seemed to have rendered incapable of any movement or speech at the time, was walking around at this time of night. However when the little plant thing jumped in front of the girl and ordered him to turn off the fire and put out his smoke, he exhaled softly. Away from the girl, of course. He knew how dangerous smoking was, and didn't want to give people cancer via second hand smoke.
The flame on his fingers danced around them quickly, before slowly fading to non-existance. He crouched down, looking at the Leafeon. "Fuck. You can talk as well? I swear to fucking Arceus, that fucking beaver is the only thing that can't." He looked back up at the girl, slightly worried now, saying "Look, I put out the fire, no need to be so fucking scared..." Before looking back to the Leafeon. "Is she like... scared of fire, or is it something with mutants? And sorry, uh, leaf... dog... thing... I can't really get rid of the smoke, I just lit it. It would be a bit of a waste. But I'll go over there and finish it."
Atticus proceeded to stand up, and walk a bit further away, quickly finishing his cigarette, watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. Just his luck, as soon as he actually finds a place that sells smokes, and is open at this time at night. He lights one up, and some weird ass chick with her tiny leaf dog decide to show up and make everything as awkward as fucking possible. It was only when he was watching her when he realized her mouth hadn't seemed to move when she talked. Probably just a trick of the light.
"So much for a quiet smoke." He muttered to himself.
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