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Post by Sagira Nazari on Nov 3, 2014 15:22:51 GMT
Despite dormitory restrictions on pets, Sagira wanted at least some kind of pet to keep her company. Dogs were out of the question due to the dorm’s restrictions, and even cats were questionably allowed and tended to come with extra expenses paid to school for ‘insurance’ claims. Mice, ferrets, and various other smaller mammals were questionable as well, and Sagira didn’t have the funds at the end of it all to deal with them. The young woman didn’t have the heart to keep birds in cages especially when many stores clipped their wings to ensure their stay with their masters, and thus what that left aside from the more exotic animals was fish.
Thus that day, the young woman found herself standing in front of the rows upon rows of aquariums filled with fish of various interesting breeds and found herself realizing for the first time she had no idea what she actually wanted. This… this was a problem. Lips pressed together thoughtfully as Sagira walked from one tank to another, staring in at the various fish that happened to be closest up at any given moment in time before allowing her purple eyes to trail onwards as if having lost interest therein. Something flashy… I want something flashy and pretty she decided upon as Sagira continued down the line.
‘Is that so?’ a questioning thought entered the young woman’s mind in a way that caused her to glance sideways. Upon seeing a ‘familiar’ face reflected in one of the fish tanks, Sagira recoiled tripping over one of the laid out mats in the process. A sharp ‘Ah!’ would echo in the air before the young woman grasped a shelf during her fall- only to bring the shelf of fish supplies crashing down with her in a loud ruckus thereafter. Crap. Ow, ugh… Sagira groaned as she pushed herself into a sitting position thereafter- amongst a sea of fallen items no less.
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Post by Xavier Stone on Nov 20, 2014 10:10:47 GMT
Xavier was having a rather…calm day so far. Nothing too ridiculous happened- and no one tested his nerves to the point of wanting to crawl in a closet and avoid human contact for a week. In other words- a more cynical voice in his head told him that was going to change rather soon. The white haired man couldn’t even think about that so far- as he was spending his time fixing up the pet store. As much as he loved being rather close to the animals- Xavier always felt guilty if things weren't clean and positive for them. That meant petting the bunnies and making sure the birds were still singing for whatever reason they possibly could. While most of his work was done in the fish department- he was often doing other things and no one ever told him not to since…well it was less work for them. An overachiever none the less- he had finally wrapped his chores back around to the area he was actually assigned- the fish area. The fish were never the most expressive creatures. He saw basic acts of cannibalism rather routinely and it never really got to bother him. He named the fish sometimes- but because of the distance he never had much of a connection to them. So most of his work was making sure they were fed on time, the filters were always up to date- and everything was in stock and clear on the shelves. Xavier, being a rather obsessive type- not anywhere near an actual diagnosis, but paranoid to do anything wrong was good at this. Xavier had made sure every single thing was organized and he memorized where everything went. As he was fidgeting with a few displays- he jumped out of his skin as he heard a yelp and a crash. His eyes widened and his body took two steps away from the noise before reminding himself he was in no trouble and he shouldn’t be so scared. Quickly he made his way towards the noise which was only an aisle over. Xavier stared down at the woman briefly- not really at all shocked at her appearance or what had happened. He quickly moved over to offer his hand. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He knew the basic protocol of dealing with fallen people and if they were going to sue or anything- he was lectured about that extensively. So depending on her reaction, he would probably fetch a manager. “Do I need to call an ambulance?” His bright eyes stared at her curiously and slightly worriedly about it.
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Nov 24, 2014 16:54:23 GMT
Ugh if she wasn’t already a ghost I’d kill her Sagira mentally groaned a little as she had sat up. She had lost track of how many times that damn ghost had managed to scare her stiff in that week alone, but even once was more than enough anyways. Damn Aziza. At the very least she hadn’t been hurt too— Sagira stopped. Purple eyes instinctively rose to meet the coming feet. As those light shaded eyes fixed on the white hair and blue eyes of what she could readily assume to be was a store clerk, Sagira paused for a moment amongst the sea of things. Oh…he’s kind of cute…
She stared blankly at the hand for a moment before fully realizing it was being offered to her for a reason and rather readily took it thereafter. Slowly standing up, Sagira nearly flinched as a sharp pain went through her side. Something had nicked it during the fall, and she lamented having grabbed at the shelf at all. “I’m… it’s …alright,” she forced a small smile after a moment slowly pressing a hand to her side upon fully standing. It made the throbbing less painful, ironically enough. “It’ll be fine,” she rephrased trying to straighten herself a bit more. Will, yes, will, for as of right then and there, it wasn’t fine. Glancing down at the miscellaneous objects around her, Sagira gathered which one had probably nicked her: a display ‘coral reef’ that was more rock than coral. Upon staring at it, Sagira suddenly realized the red color was not the coral itself but her blood. Oddly right then and there she became aware the hand pressed against her side was touching liquid. Ugh, this was just beautiful. She hoped it wouldn’t scar her mid-drift.
“Sorry for the mess, cutie,” Sagira commented after a moment glancing back at the white haired man. She doubted the wound required a hospital to fix, and even if it did, she… didn’t quite have the insurance for such an expenditure anyways.
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Post by Xavier Stone on Nov 29, 2014 4:32:24 GMT
The blond woman- probably close to his age give or take a few years, didn’t exactly look too damaged. She didn’t seem dazed or disoriented. At…least he hoped she wasn’t. With her staring at him blankly for a moment made him want to reevaluate that call. She didn’t have internal bleeding in her brain or something like that did she? Whether the idea was ludicrous or not- he wasn’t actually sure. He knew little about injuries and how hard you could actually hit your head to have internal bleeding. Either way- he felt slightly disturbed until she grabbed his hand and hauled herself up. Xavier didn’t budge in doing so- she actually felt quite light compared to him. Plus her hands were warmer than his- so it was still a rather strange contrast no matter how he thought of it. He didn’t reply for a moment- looking over to her side where she held her hand. Her clothes weren’t…exactly normal- and if she had been hard pressed to be more vocal he would feel embarrassed looking at all. However this was a glance to see if she was bruised or injured. He looked up to her – then followed her gaze to the slightly bloody tinted piece. If he was more squeamish he might have grimaced- but he was used to such things. “You’re slightly injured.” Xavier said quietly- not sure if she knew herself. Hearing footsteps quickly coming over – he turned his head to see another coworker. “She fell. She’s a bit scratched up.” He heard his voice answer without being prompted- though he can’t remember wanting to speak. The coworker nodded and quickly gestured for him to take her to get bandaged up- saying he would take care of it and to follow protocol. He raised an eyebrow- but gave a nod. “It’s no issue, we will clean it up.” There was a hint of slight confusion in his tone- not sure why she was calling him what he called the rabbits. He guessed it was his hair. “If you follow me- there’s a first aid kit you can use to take care of yourself.” Another pause- as he remembered protocol. “Plus since you were injured- we have to fill out a form. It barely takes any time, so if you could follow me please, miss?” He tried to give a friendly smile- ignoring the small snort from the other coworker who was rather amused by his awkward answer to the ‘cutie’ already. The coworker gave her a thumbs up and knelt down- leaving Xavier more confused than where he started with. Was there some inside joke he was missing? Stepping to the side of his coworker he took a small step back to see if she would follow him- before making his way towards the back of the store. He kept his pace slow- hoping she wasn’t hurting while he made her walk the short way- but he was told that asking if someone wanted to be put in a cart and wheeled to the back was more offensive. It had only happened once and it was a small child who kept having a fit. He didn’t exactly want to touch a squealing child. “I’m terribly sorry about your accident.” He tried to speak. “My name is Xavier- If you need anything, please let me know. I will do whatever I can to help.” The words felt slightly foreign, but in the same way- it was the normal way Xavier spoke. He paused when he got to the back, turning to her briefly to make sure there wasn’t anything like her suddenly keeling over and dying. His aqua eyes stared at her face momentarily- before reaching over and getting the first aid kit out of one of the cabinets in the hallway. It was mostly for the employees who managed to get themselves a paper cut or stab themselves on a pet food can that exploded, but it should work for her as well. “Can I get you anything else Miss - ?” He left the end hanging- hoping she would supply her name.
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Jan 3, 2015 21:10:14 GMT
A soft sigh escaped from Sagira before she pulled her hand from her side giving herself a better look over. The cut was a bit long but not deep, the consistency of a paper cut in that regard. Had she thought further on it, Sagira would have come to the conclusion it probably wouldn’t scar at all. Her thoughts were detracted, however, when the white haired man spoke after her apology. A more appreciative smile came to her features followed by a small sigh of relief. “Alright, cutie,” she mused softly a playful smile coming to her features. Always the wrong priorities a voice echoed in the back of Sagira’s mind, but she ignored it already all too aware of whom it was.
Following after the white haired store worker, Sagira found the throbbing lessened a bit with time. Here and there, she’d glance down to her side and put a little pressure on it if it looked like it was going to bleed again. She might have spent more time considering what she would need bandaging wise had not every time she looked up, Sagira found her thoughts distracted again. He was cute, what could she say? This wasn’t so bad after all the young woman thought to herself a small smile coming to her features despite everything.
“Ah, it’s alright; I’ve been a little…. off lately,” Sagira admitted sheepishly after Xavier spoke. Honestly it was more than that, but she wasn’t going to try and explain to this store worker that her familiar liked to prank the daylights out of her on a regular basis, and this happened to be one of the lesser accounts. Xavier was an old sounding name to the young woman though she had no idea why, exactly. “Thank you though, Xavier,” Sagira spoke testing out his name on her lips briefly. She was wrong, it wasn’t old; it was nice. As Xavier spoke, it hit Sagira she hadn’t given her name right off the bat. “Sagira,” she mused back after a moment. “No, thank you, though, maybe I’ll think of something later,” she grinned wryly briefly before turning and starting to go through the first aid kit.
Fishing out some Neosporin and a bandage she thought was big enough, Sagira carefully began to fix herself up. It wasn’t near as bad as she had initially thought, or so she believed now. Stupid ghost just shocked me, she reassured herself softly. A strange laugh in the back of her mind assured Sagira that Aziza was amused at the very least. A small shake of head was given thereafter before Sagira applied the bandage thereafter and looked up briefly before looking down again. “There,” she proclaimed simply.
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Post by Xavier Stone on Jan 20, 2015 2:22:26 GMT
She said the word ‘cutie’ again, leaving Xavier to believe he missed a joke. Cutie- was a form of cute. Was she calling him cute? The idea seemed ludicrous and narcissistic if he believed it was about him! White hair was never an acceptable feature for most- so did she like him because of that? Her clothes and jewelry suggested she enjoyed things that stood out. However he also wasn’t sure if he should assume such things. Why were people so confusing? Should he be narcissistic and assume or should he be unassuming and oblivious to her meaning once more? Was it a female thing he did not understand? Was it the cross between cultures? Her tanned skin definitely said she was quite different from him. Xavier for the life of him couldn’t understand what he was missing. As he led her to the first aid kit, he tried his best not to dwell on this fact. He didn’t understand and he would ask his coworker later. Hopefully he would gain an answer to this quandary. His blue eyes briefly looked to the left, not turning around to stare at the woman. He was doing his best not to make her uncomfortable but he wasn’t sure if it was acceptable. He was so terrible with interacting with people. He should at least comment on such a statement however. What could he say? What would be the most socially acceptable answer? “We all have our off days.” Finally left his lips and he prayed it was the correct answer. Miss Sagira. That name was definitely not of American descent. Or English. That he was aware of, of course. Actually, was it insulting to believe a name wasn’t American? Oh dear, he could have blundered. Just take it as it was. “You are very welcome Miss Sagira.” He answered in kind, hoping that it was an acceptable response. He kept his eyes away from her as she bandaged herself. It would be highly improper and impolite to watch her- even if he had more experience. Though that was another assumption, which he wasn’t okay voicing out loud. When she announced she was done, he turned briefly to make sure it was okay, before coming full circle and giving her a small nod. “Do you need anything else?” There was a pause as he thought it over. “If you would like we have some bottled water and some sodas if you need one while you wait here for me to get the form.” He tilted his head slightly, almost like a small puppy, wondering what exactly she would need while he scurried off to get the form. Hopefully he could also learn why she was in the store in the first place…since she did probably come here to shop. “After that, maybe I could help you with your original reason for coming to the store?” He left it hanging, hopefully she would understand his urge for her to elaborate, but if she didn’t, he would ask more directly.
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Mar 8, 2015 15:18:51 GMT
Everyone had their off days; Sagira could agree with that statement. However, when off days were tied to a spirit that seemed hell bent on startling, confusing, and upsetting her, Sagira had to question to herself whether it counted. It didn’t matter; Xavier didn’t know her full account, didn’t know about Aziza. Sagira would keep it that way. Oh thanks, just ignore me a sarcastic back thought nearly had the young woman sighing outright. Why not just talk about me, hm? The ghost chided haughtily. Sagira didn’t answer. She had already busied herself with bandaging. A mental huff would be all that she received in response, however, as it seemed the ghost decided to let her be otherwise.
After righting herself again, Sagira allowed her shoulders to give a small roll feeling the muscles ripple over bone allowing a soft pop to echo in the air. While her side still hurt, she didn’t want her shoulders being locked up and adding to it of their own accord. A smile had set on her features from the moment the young man, Xavier, had spoken her name with a ‘miss’ attached, and even as he turned around after she had finished, it didn’t diminish. Cute and attentive to modesty? Xavier had attained a new status: absolutely adorable. It could easily be a store front mentality Aziza snapped causing Sagira to blink. What the hell did it matter? As a thought jumped into the young woman’s mind over just why her ghost was being more intrusive than usual, Sagira decided it was truth. Aziza was jealous. Am not came the sharp rebuttal, but Sagira’s attention had shifted again as Xavier had started speaking.
She’d been about to shake her head that no she didn’t need anything else. However, the explanation of what was there had Sagira changing her mind. “Some water would be nice,” the young woman replied briefly back. The words that came after that drew a sheepish expression to Sagira’s face. That was right; this was a store. Right, right right. She had been looking at the fish- though what kind of fish was still beyond her. “Ah right- I was looking for some sort of fish,” she replied knowing it was a vague description in the face of all the fish that she saw. “But I don’t exactly know what I want.”
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Post by Xavier Stone on Apr 11, 2015 15:33:59 GMT
Xavier gave a small smile in return when she had picked the water. It was well known around his co-workers that he drank a lot of water- but since he was constantly bouncing back and forth in the store- most people just put it up towards quirks and brought him a water bottle if they were going to ask him to do something. It was like a bribe. So as he passed her briefly to fridge, he picked out one of the many bottles of water and closed it firmly behind him- passing it to her only to blink when she spoke again. Well it was slightly obvious because she was in the fish-and-or-aquarium related things that she was looking for something like that- but at least she answered what she was going to buy. A fish, some sort of fish. That was so vague he wasn’t sure how to help her, but he certainly would try. “Are you looking for a singular fish or an aquarium set?” Xavier gave her a small glance out of curiosity before directing his gaze past her to make sure no other people were coming in the break room. It was strange- there was normally someone in here- but he paid it little mind. After hearing her response, he decided it was okay to continue. “There’s a lot of things that go into a fish tank…have you had previous experience?” He wasn’t sure if it was rude or not, but it was a common question he heard asked. If someone was new, they needed a simple and easy to take care of fish. If they had more experience, they might be able to understand some other things like balancing the water and everything else. Hopefully it would be a simpler visit, since they had plenty of Betta fish and other small fish that could probably do well in a bigger tank.
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