Job: Sporting Goods Store Owner " wise men wonder while strong men die.
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Post by Yulia "Boris" Maksim on Jan 29, 2015 1:27:40 GMT
It wasn’t too very often that the white-haired male visited the mall. He found it to be way too full of people and way too loud, which was ironic considering he was a very loud person, but still. He didn’t like crowds, nor did he like loudness coming from other people. It hadn’t been like that when he was younger. No, back then nothing ever seemed to bother him. Now he was just good at disguising the fact that it did. Ah, well, either way it didn’t matter. Thinking about it and dwelling on it didn’t help anything.
And, comparatively speaking, the mall wasn’t very busy today. He wasn’t having to brush up against anyone as he made his way around, and the din was low enough that he could almost ignore it. He sighed and pushed his glasses up on his nose, his bright blue eyes taking in the signs from the different stores as he passed them. Nikolai’s birthday was soon, and he hadn’t had any success in finding a present for him anywhere else – which was the only reason he had come to the mall in the first place.
The Christmas present he had received from his older brother had been more than breathtaking, and while he certainly didn’t have the money to duplicate such a thing, he would at least make sure this present had some real thought put into it. With a bit of a sigh, he turned finally and entered a shop. There didn’t seem to be any real theme to it, they seemed to have a bit of everything, honestly. Well, maybe that was good. He walked down one of the aisles, though as he made his way along, another person would brush by him. To most, it was a harmless gesture, but he despised human contact outside of a small few. “Watch where you’re going.” He snarled lightly.
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Post by Gabriel Blumenthal on Feb 14, 2015 16:33:40 GMT
A mall was a strange and unusual place. He'd wandered in off of the street and yet no one had thrown him out for being there. Though several people gave him odd looks for his unusual appearance and hand made clothing. He was used to stares though, but there were much fewer in this place. It was like the unusual was far more common and he couldn't help but to find it intriguing. The mall being busy might have scared him a little, but with how few people were wandering about it only made him curious about the place.
From what he could tell the building was a sort of enclosed market, but the things inside of it confused him a great deal. Many of them he hadn't seen before. Many of them felt like alien technology and some brought a redness to his face that made him feel rather ridiculous. What scandalous garments! Especially those he saw in a store that had a great favoring for the color pink.
After a while he entered a store that seemed like it was someone's booth at a traders weekend. It had this and that as well as everything in between. He stepped along the aisles with haste, trying to see everything he could, and touch everything he could get his hands on. What did this do? what did that do? Why was this so brightly colored? How did they make it so? In the midst of his searching he felt himself brush up against someone else. It might have been a harmless accident, but even Gabriel was startled by it. He jolted to the side, bumping into the nearby shelf. Knocking a few bottles of something or another off the shelf in the process as his eyes met with the person that commanded him to watch where he was going. "Please don't touc--ehh? " he broke into question then. Raising his finger to brush at his lower lip a little. "I didn't mean to...? " Though his eyes noticed the pale color to the other man's hair. His expression lit up a bit and he leaned toward him then. Getting close to him without touching him, "Your hair is close to mine !" He declared awkwardly.
Yulia "Boris" Maksim
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Job: Sporting Goods Store Owner " wise men wonder while strong men die.
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Post by Yulia "Boris" Maksim on Feb 16, 2015 21:23:50 GMT
Boris would have kept walking, he really would have. If the other man had simply remained quiet, he would have shaken off the fact that he’d been touched and moved on. Even if the store wasn’t exactly packed full, he could forgive simple mistakes once he’d had his say about them – but no. He jerked to the side himself as those bottles hit the ground, but his elbow would stop just short of the shelf. His spatial memory was very good, and even though he’d barely been in the store a few minutes, he was already well aware of the distance between himself the shelves. His lips curled back into a bit of a snarl as those words hit the hair, he couldn’t tell if the other man was chastising him or apologizing to him.
In fact. Now that he looked him over he seemed a little odd. Those clothes were strange, and… was he getting closer?! A low growl passed from his lips as he turned on his heel and took an almost diagonal step to put some space between himself and the other man. There was absolutely no way he was about to cornered against a shelf by… whoever this was. “Back off.” He rumbled, his hand raising to pat his hair down a bit. He had white hair, so what? His entire family had white hair. Now that he thought about it, it didn’t seem to be a very common trait outside of them, but they were a large family.
“It is.” He finally agreed reluctantly, his sharp blue gaze watching the other man closely. Well, this hadn’t exactly been something he had expected for his day… but as long as the man kept a comfortable distance things would be… okay… maybe…
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Gabriel Blumenthal
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