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Post by Chase Beckett on Dec 17, 2014 4:15:17 GMT
A low growl reverberated from the vocals of Chase Beckett as he shifted the strings of Christmas lights some of which were partially in his mouth about and extended some of them out with his free hand to the wall. Pressing them there for but a second, he whipped up a gun, and a ‘chnk’ of staples entering the wall echoed in the sporting goods store. Periodically these ‘chnk’ sounds reverberated before a huff echoed and steps were taken down from the ladder. Shifting the ladder a few feet sideways, Chase mounted it once more carrying with him the string of lights to repeat the movement.
A scowl persisted on his feature, and a series of soft swear words were audible during the next series of ‘chnks’ and movements, but after a good twenty minutes, he was stepping down from the ladder again for the last time, a hearty breath escaping from him at that. “Now yall stay up there,” he barked briefly up at the lights as if they had any say against gravity. Stern features softened again easily enough, and the blue haired young man stepped back cupping his hands behind his head as he gazed up at his handy work. Upon the side wall wherein posters of athletes once stood Christmas lights now wrote out ‘Merry Christmas’ in surprisingly decent cursive- that was until Chase noticed the e happened to look like an a. For a few seconds, he stared in minor disbelief at himself before a heavy snort was given and a shake of head. No one was going to notice! And if they did fuck them! Hmph!
Whipping around quickly, Chase took but one step away as if to find something else to do to decorate the store. No one would notice, right? No way!
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Post by Yulia "Boris" Maksim on Dec 19, 2014 11:16:26 GMT
The girl’s hips pressed into the counter as she leaned against it, chewing on her lower lip. How long had it been since she’d sent Chase to put up some decorations? She had already strung some red garland around the checkout counter and set up one of those tiny pre-decorated trees on the corner of it. Her ears could barely make out the ‘chnk’ noises from the staple gun, so she knew he was still at it, but why was it taking so long. Her blue eyes scanned the store, falling upon Olaf who was currently wrestling with his Christmas scarf. She smirked a bit and walked over to him, pushing him over gently with her toe. He made a high-pitched cooing noise and struggled back to his feet, jumping at her leg and nomming on it a bit while she moved it back and forth. He fell back after a bit, making a whining noise. “Let’s go see what Chase is up to, yeah?” His blue eyes brightened and scampered away toward where the ‘chnking’ noises had been coming from. The are was silent by now, though.
Yulia followed at a slightly slower pace, coming upon the scene right as Chase turned sharply on his heel. “What is taking so long?” She questioned him, narrowing her eyes and placing one hand on her hip even as a small smirk started working onto her lips. Her eyes fell on the wall behind him, giving the cursive lettering a quick once over. “Not bad.” She told him, her eyes going over it once again more critically. “That e’s pretty fat, though.” She teased, and Olaf bobbed his head up and down at her feet, though she was pretty sure he couldn’t read – and definitely not in cursive. Ah well, back up was always nice!
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Post by Chase Beckett on Jan 5, 2015 4:13:29 GMT
Whatever intentional step might have been taken to further Chase’s motion back to the register where he had last seen Yulia was retracted immediately upon finding her right there. The question that came thereafter had a blue eyebrow rising defensively and a scowl forming on already creased lips. “I ain’t slow,” he replied promptly failing to keep the edge off his tone. While Yulia’s stance and smirk told him it was no big deal, Chase was a naturally defensive creature. In childhood and even well into his teenaged years, he had been much more volatile, and it had taken years for him to get to where he was now. Back then, Chase might have continued with a return insult, but for one thing he had grown to tolerate criticism, for another, this was Yulia.
As crisp blue eyes shifted to the wall, red ones followed, and a sneer gripped Chase’s features. What had he just been hoping? No one would notice? Heh, guess he was caught now. The compliment, however, had Chase glancing back briefly before a smirk curled across his features at the letter comment. “Yeah yeah, ‘s the light’s fault,” he replied tossing the blame with the fluidity of a professional pitcher. “Ya get the garland ‘n stuff put up?” he asked with a small head tilt. He was sure she had if he was the slow one, but he’d ask anyways.
What else did they have to get done again? There was still the tree at the front, right? Anything else? He couldn’t remember off the top of his head, but this was probably why Yulia was the main owner of the store at the end of the day— not that Chase would ever admit such things, of course.
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Post by Yulia "Boris" Maksim on Jan 7, 2015 5:20:51 GMT
That defensive scowl on his features was so familiar to her that it was hardly intimidating anymore – not that it ever had been. Their relationship had been the same since they first met as far as she could remember, and that’s how she liked it. She was used to it, it was comfortable. “Coulda fooled me.” She quipped back, smirking viciously at him. To some they probably seemed rather harsh to one another, but this was tame all things considered. Yulia enjoyed Chase and everything that came with him, and that was all that mattered to her. The fact that everything about them was rather unconventional didn’t seem to bother the girl at all.
She huffed and rolled her eyes as that comment about the lights came. “Yeah, yeah, shift the blame all you want. We both know whose fault it really is.” She teased him, sticking her tongue out briefly. Really she probably couldn’t have done any better, she wasn’t a super artistic person. Her brother Nikolai could have put anyone to shame with it, she was sure. Unfortunately she didn’t share that talent with him, though she was rather good as far as music was concerned. “Yeah, I got it up~” She told him. She tapped her chin a bit in thought. “We still got the big tree to decorate and we should probably hang some lights or garland on some of the shelves too.” She basically rambled, thinking out loud more than anything. “We should do the tree first, it’ll be the most fun.” She decided with a grin.
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Post by Chase Beckett on Jan 17, 2015 1:24:28 GMT
At Yulia’s rebuttal, Chase scowled. Two nostrils flared before a sound reminiscent of a horse’s disdain escaped from them, and the blue haired man rolled his eyes. “Yer easily fooled then,” he growled before giving an eye roll. Despite his harsh tone, Chase wasn’t truly angry. It was his and Yulia’s banter, and he enjoyed it, much more than he would ever know or admit to. It gave him a way to let off steam, even if s. Even Yulia’s comment thereafter didn’t elicit true anger but instead a sharp overdramatic huff. As the tongue was stuck out, however, he made to nip at it quickly, a smirk on his features. He wasn’t going to let her get away with that one without even the smallest retaliation.
The conversation took a turn, however, and Chase let it. A small smirk grew on his features as Yulia explained she had already got it up. Maybe he had been slow— not that he would ever admit that, of course. Listening as she thought aloud, Chase glanced about the store carefully. They could hang lights from the tops of shelves and maybe add garland to the lower portions. He was no artist, but Chase had some composition and organizational prowess instilled from military work. There was just a way certain things went. As the decision was made to start on the tree, Chase perked a wicked grin grasping his features. “What are we waiting for then?” he demanded briefly before suddenly turning and taking off in a jog through the store. “Hurry up slowpoke!” There was irony to be had there, but Chase ignored it.
Dashing his way back to the front, Chase dodged miscellaneous items sticking out from the shelves and resting on the floor with ease. In less than a minute, he’d closed the distance between the tree and himself. Whipping around on his heels, he smirked looking for Yulia.
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Post by Yulia "Boris" Maksim on Jan 17, 2015 23:19:02 GMT
She sucked her tongue back into her mouth as he nipped at it, her head jerking back slightly as well. Getting her tongue bitten wasn’t exactly high on her list of the things to do that day, and really if anyone other than Chase had tried it she would have punched them. She hated the thought of bodily fluids and germs, but she figured if she couldn’t trust Chase not to give her some kind of horrible disease then she couldn’t really trust anyone outside of her family. All of his over-dramatic snorts and huffs simply earned a harsh leer from her. While it might have seemed like the two were mad at each other, truthfully things would have been a lot louder and more violent if either of them was actually mad.
The jog was rather sudden and unexpected for her, though as that tease fell from his lips she would turn as well and begin chasing him through the store. “You’re the slowpoke!” She insisted as she deftly dodged things, slipping into a different aisle. She knew where he was going, after all, it wasn’t like she needed to stay right behind him or anything. She could hear the thumping of her polar bear’s paws behind her as she dashed up the aisle, but poor Olaf couldn’t really keep up. He would be okay, though. She had a certain man to put in his place, after all.
Her shoes squeaked against the floor as she burst forth from the aisle and turned sharply, taking several more steps before she launched herself toward him. Assuming he didn’t move right out of the way, her body would collide with his in a very rough tackle. Thankfully they wouldn’t fall into the tree from the angle she was coming from – she did plan some things, after all.
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Post by Chase Beckett on Mar 8, 2015 17:40:56 GMT
At Yulia’s insistent call, a sharp laugh rang through the sporting goods store. “Better hurry up or you’ll evolve into a Slowbro!” was the shout not even directed backwards as Chase made his quick gallop through the store. While he was fast, he didn’t take his eyes off the many things in the vicinity that could trip him up. Though he could deal with an injury or two, there was no way he was going to lose this race! Not after already having declared who the true slowpoke was!
Coming to a sharp stop at the end of his aisle, Chase didn’t have time to glance around to look for Yulia before the squeak of shoes echoed in his ears. He’d turned but a fraction before a body collided with his, and suddenly Chase was going down. Though she was smaller than him, Yulia had still been moving, and it was her momentum that forced him to fall backwards. A sharp ‘ach!’ escaped from Chase’s lips before the echo of bodies hitting the floor vibrated through the store. The crunch of bone on tile would have been worse had Chase not landed on his back before his head hit. Ever still, it was enough to cause the fainter hearted to cringe.
A sharp rasping gasp expelled itself before a snarl rolled off Chase’s lips. While the collision had stung like hell for sure, he wasn’t about to complain. Oh no, it was on now. Squirming and flailing, Chase growled and hissed as he made to seize Yulia by the shoulders and roll them both along the floor.
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Post by Yulia "Boris" Maksim on Apr 16, 2015 21:43:28 GMT
A triumphant grin appeared on the white-haired woman’s features as her body collided with Chase’s. The bluette would obviously take the brunt of the fall, because Yulia was the one tackling him. As he came to land on the floor, she adjusted, her hands gripping into his shoulders as her legs tangled up with his. She wasn’t worried about injuring him. Compared to certain other fights and spars they’d had in the past, this was positively tame. Of course, it would likely be rather alarming for any customers who made the mistake of coming into the store – but oh well. Yulia was having fun, and that was all that mattered to her in the moment. A sharp laugh escaped her, though it quickly escalated into a snarl as she felt those hands on her shoulders.
She knew he was going to roll them, of course she did, however there was little she could do to stop it – she knew that also. Chase was bigger than her, and the tackle had been a playful one. She hadn’t planned anything beyond that, which was her mistake at this point. She growled and gasped as they rolled, squirming and flailing – basically doing her best to end up on top when the roll ended. However, in the end, Chase was likely to be one on top. Not that she would give him an easy time for it, but yes.
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