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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 22:33:30 GMT
Ashni was 16 years old and starting to feel her mutation stir, she did not know that it was a mutation she was very afraid she was a witch, that it was evil magic awakening in her soul. Ashni didn't often leave the house full of girls waiting to be picked for a dance or...other things, but she kept hearing about the new restaurant near the end of the street, the dusk and the men were a few hours off yet. So for once doing as she pleased with her time she wandered the market before seeing an the odd looking boy leaning on the wall outside the back pf the restaurant, . Had he been ill as a child? She walked up to him a soft smile on her lips. Her work meant she say ugly and beautiful men all the time, and had learned the hard way that physical appearance meant nothing in regards to a man's worth as a person. And often the kindest ones were the most physically unattractive. "Hello? Is the food any good here?" she asked politely. The smells of burning grease and fried things hitting her. 
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Post by euphoria1 on Aug 28, 2014 23:09:30 GMT
Toad hated his life. He was in a fast food joint, flipping burgers, in a country that was too damn hot. People either looked at him weird for his looks, which he was used to, or looked at him perplexed because of his displaced accent. It was British! But these morons seemed to not have a lot of English people in their midst. Apparently. He could barley understand the owner at times. Even then, the idiot got on his nerves. But what else could Toad do? Where else could he go? The simple answer: no where. He was destined to take these odd jobs here and there it seemed. He pulled off the hat and net they forced him to cover his hair with and threw it on the counter. "I'm goin' for a smoke break," he mumbled as he passed the head cook. "You don't smoke, Morty!" The man reminded him. God. He hated being called that. Mortimer was his name. Mort for short even wasn't dreadful. But Morty? He knew he did it just to annoy him. The same way Toad took 'smoke breaks' every five minutes, even though he didn't smoke. He just needed to get out of there.
Stepping outside wasn't a lot better. It was hot. Humid. Like walking from one oven to another. He leaned against the wall, thinking of how his life had ended up here. Bitter at the world. He had tried so hard to be accepted and he was constantly rejected or punished for it. He was done trying to prove himself. He took off his goggles and tucked them into the pocket of his apron. He saw a shadow approaching, and it did not take long for the figure to come into view. Oh. Look at that. A pretty little girl, prancing around. Alright. The prancing part was a slight exaggeration since she had casually walked up to him. Maybe a little too casually now that he thought of it. By the time people saw his face, they were usually caught of guard and some were less subtle about it than others.
"Hello? Is the food any good here?" Toad sharply but slightly turned his head to the side and spit on the ground, revealing a bright green thick mucus substance. He purposely did it because, well, who would want to eat food made by someone who spit out such a green substance? He was purposely trying to gross her out. He then looked back at her. "No," he answered bluntly, revealing his accent. What did he care if this godforsaken place lost customers? It was not sweat off his back. Besides, he didn't plan on being here in this place very long. He hoped. "I make it with my sweat, spit an' tears." Instead of sweat, blood and tears, get it?! Well he thought he was funny, even though he said it dead serious. Making it sound like he literally made it with all those things. He was just trying to turn her stomach off from coming to this place. Besides, it meant one less person he had to serve.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 23:20:01 GMT
Ashni blinked when he spit on the ground the green flem worrying her "Are you sick?" she asked, concerned for him, not for the fact that he was cooking the food. This was why she rarely left the house, too many ill, and sick people around, and Ashni's still gentle heart only wanted to help them...which inevitably got her into trouble.
"I make it with my sweat, spit an' tears."
Ashni hid a giggle behind her hand, she didn't mind the sarcasm, at least she hoped it was sarcasm! And if it was not well....she hadn't had her heart set on eating there, it was just a whim. "I hope you do not cry too often." she said with a oddly sad smile. "If the food is so bad then, I will have my lunch at the stand." she pointed off to the kebab stand. "I was just wondering what it was like." she cocked her head at him "I think I would have seen you before....you are new to the Market?" she asked.
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