Most would have found the pixies cute and charming. Allie was not one of those people. She took to walking around with a rolled up magazine, lunging threateningly in any direction when she heard a squeaky little 'squeeeee! ♥' Clingy rotten little...
As prevalent as they were, she found a few people here and there suspended in their own daydreams. Innocent, lewd, whatever, Allie smacked that bubble with her magazine, waiting for the dreamer to snap out of it. (And smacking them too if it seemed like it might help.)
And there were the rare few that had pixies swarming around them. The Prismals had advice on how to get rid of them, because of course they did, and of course it was stupid just like the Anaconda hose. Allie scowled, rolling the magazine hard in both hands. Probably for the best that only bad singing would work to drive off the pixies, because that's all she had. She cleared her throat.
"Duhnuhnuh, flapjack, duhnuhnuh, nuh-ack, boot scoot..." She frowned at the ground, practically grumbling the song. "Heel toe, do-see-do, cmon baby duh nuh nuh boot scoot." On the plus side, the dreamer proooobably couldn't hear her, right? There wasn't a lot that embarrassed Allie, but singing country music to drive off a bunch of stupid fairies pushed her boundaries. "Yeahhhhh get down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin' boogie."
Now get lost already, because she then hit that daydream bubble with a savage swat.
* * * * *
A2. Dreamweavers - Grease Monkeys
It was bound to happen eventually. One of the pixies, probably one that Allie swatted like a bug, dumped a load of pixie dust into her face. She stood silently right out in the open, rocking a little on her feet, green eyes vacant and glazed.
Above her head, she dreamed of a dirty mechanic's shop. Concrete walls, pasted over with peeling and grungy band posters of punk rock, heavy metal, and rap. Shelves were lines with tools, clean and neatly arranged. The fluorescent lights overhead were bright, one guttering sporadically. Allie looked as if she were being devoured by the hood of a beat-up mustard yellow Ford Pinto, brown jumpsuit creased with motor oil stains, red curls frizzy and locked into an untidy knot at the nape of her neck. A young Japanese-American man walked in with two bottles of Coke, snapping both down in succession against the edge of the countertop to send bottlecaps dancing over the ground. His head bobbed with exaggerated motions to Culture Club.
"The hell would anyone pay to fix a peesashit like this, just get a new car," Allie grumbled, once she knew she had someone to grumble to.
"People get attached, wanna pop?" he shrugged, bumping the Coke against her elbow over and over until she finally dragged herself out from underneath the hood to take it from him. "And getting attached means paying the bills."
She grunted, wiping her hand on the seat of her jumpsuit before switching the soda and taking a swig. "Thanks. Guess so." She turned her head, and upon finding the rolling cart, she hooked the toe of her sneaker underneath it to pull it closer to the Pinto. "How much?"
He looked away from her. "Fifty bucks."
"Fifty? Shit, Jin!" Despite the curse, a wide grin split Allie's face.
"Little old ladies attached to their cars are my weakness, give me a break!" His grin matched hers as he threw his head back and enjoyed a few swallows. The song on the radio changed, and a flash of delight lit up Jin's eyes while the smile on Allie's face dropped like a stone.
"Allie..."
"I'm changing the channel."
"ALLIE IT'S YOUR FAVORITE!"
Clumsily she put the bottle down on the cart, almost spilling it, and Jin was springing forward to put himself between her and the radio, swinging his soda-less arm in a wild circle. "BLACK! And orange ALLIE cat, sittin' on a fence!"
"Jin you son of a bitch..."
"AIN'T! Got enough dough to pay the rent." He swaggered by, changing directions when she did. "I'm flat broke but I don't ca-a-are, I strut right by with my tail in the air." He thrust his hips back and wiggled his butt.
Realizing she wasn't getting to the radio itself, her gaze settled on the electrical outlet where it was plugged in. Jin, realizing her plan too late, raced after her.
"STRAY CAT STRUT I'M AN ALLLLLLIE CAT--"
"Those aren't the damn words!"
The front door slammed, bell jingling cheerfully. Both Jin and Allie froze in mid-grapple, staring at the customer who seemed less than impressed with their antics.
"Oh hey, how's it goin'?" Jin grinned at him with a chin jerk.
* * * * *
B1. B-Cubes - The Reluctant Trainer
[For the most part, Allie has no qualms about stomping a giant bug or chasing it outside...hucking it bodily out the window, even, when she found the giant slug under her bed. Cleaning up its slime trail pisses her off, so she's forced to go to the store to pick up some supplies.]
[But the giant centipede that rears up around the corner sets off every repulsive instinct in her body, and she jerks backwards in a flail of arms and legs, mop clattering onto the sidewalk.]
HOLY SHIT!
[She's not touching that thing, because she's pretty sure she'd get the worst of that encounter. Might as well use one of the Beastmaster Cubes, even if she hasn't had great experiences with Prismal technology thus far.]
[The centipede scuttles low to the ground, and the thrown capture cube sails past it...and smacks against the back of a Moonblessed's head instead. The person disappears from sight.]
[Allie's jaw drops. What did she just do???? She makes tentative shuffles to either side, trying to get around the centipede, and thankfully it's more interested in the pocket pie she just bought (and dropped on the sidewalk) than her, so they both wind up dashing past each other. Allie snatches up the cube (shit, it's blinking, something's inside of it) and, wincing, opens it up. She wasn't optimistic enough to think she might have caught a smaller bug, which is why she's not wholly surprised to find that a furry anthropomorphic person springs out instead. Were they that way when she caught them? She wasn't paying attention, honestly.]
Uh...you okay?
[The centipede is now turning its sinuous body around to regard the both of them, gross mandibles wiggling with renewed aggression. (Or maybe it scampered off and a centipede fight is no longer necessary.)]
* * * * *
B2. B-Cubes - Electric Jackrabbit Boogaloo
[Allie has never felt so protective and attached to anyone. It's a strange feeling. And for now? She kind of likes it, too. She's docile when she's not needed, content to relax wherever, and seems to have no reservations about letting herself slump against someone's shoulder or back to back for doing menial things, like eating, or reading, or watching TV. Her bunny ears are short and brown, more in line with the wild rabbits that dart across the prairie than the longer more prized ears belonging to pet shop breeds. There's a couple of short scraggly horns on her head that itch like a bitch, and she scratches at them idly every now and then. Scratch at them for her and she'll melt with a sigh of contentment.]
[But where Allie really shines is when she's called out to fight something else. Against really big creatures she has a tougher time, but will lash out with vicious electrified punches. If the animal/opponent is under ten feet, however... WHAM! She drops it with a loud banging whack of a pipe wrench before turning to grin at her 'trainer.' All right, got it! Praise now?]
* * * * *
C. Farmer's Market
Allie was not averse to physical contact. Sure it was a little strange to hug and get a cookie out of it, but hey. Free cookie. And there were definitely things she needed, being fairly new to the place and all. Food almost always went over well, especially really good chocolate, and well-made comfortable clothes would draw her interest too. Music collections, as long as she recognized them from modern-day Earth, were bang-worthy if it came to it. And holy shit, what was a bath bomb, she needed one of every single variety like. Now.
She didn't have a stall of her own. Sure, she could have offered to take a look at someone's car and haggle for a price, but she didn't want to get paid in smooches. Demichroma only. She'd just have to advertise later.
Eventually she'd wander over to a fellow Moonblessed's booth, eyes fixed on the wares more than the person running the show, mildly curious to see what they've got. She'd take a free sample if they had one (maybe a couple if it seemed like she could get away with it and not piss someone off), and if she wasn't familiar with it, she'd frown and ask. "What's this about?"
D. Space Crops
So the produce wasn't sentient. Good to know. Because she had a fruit and yogurt cup that she was sitting down to enjoy, cracking off the lid, and picking up her spork to take a scoop of creamy fruit.
The flavors were a good blend of tart and sweet, and she tucked in with a vigorous appetite.
It was about the third bite when the chunk of apple (?) she lifted began screaming like a person. She pulled her head back, surprised. Then she grinned.
"...Hah. Cool."
She ate it, and the screaming stopped, giving her a chance to fit on a pair of headphones and queue up some of the music she bought. It made the screaming fruit much easier to endure as she thumbed a smear of yogurt from the corner of her mouth and idly tapped her foot.
[OOC: Allie has red hair and green eyes, and some freckles if you ate produce with any of those traits. You can also go the other route and assume she ate something that made her think your character is hot stuff too, if it's a male character 21+.]
Allie Stoklasa | OC
A1. Dreamweavers - Country Dreams
Most would have found the pixies cute and charming. Allie was not one of those people. She took to walking around with a rolled up magazine, lunging threateningly in any direction when she heard a squeaky little 'squeeeee! ♥' Clingy rotten little...
As prevalent as they were, she found a few people here and there suspended in their own daydreams. Innocent, lewd, whatever, Allie smacked that bubble with her magazine, waiting for the dreamer to snap out of it. (And smacking them too if it seemed like it might help.)
And there were the rare few that had pixies swarming around them. The Prismals had advice on how to get rid of them, because of course they did, and of course it was stupid just like the Anaconda hose. Allie scowled, rolling the magazine hard in both hands. Probably for the best that only bad singing would work to drive off the pixies, because that's all she had. She cleared her throat.
"Duhnuhnuh, flapjack, duhnuhnuh, nuh-ack, boot scoot..." She frowned at the ground, practically grumbling the song. "Heel toe, do-see-do, cmon baby duh nuh nuh boot scoot." On the plus side, the dreamer proooobably couldn't hear her, right? There wasn't a lot that embarrassed Allie, but singing country music to drive off a bunch of stupid fairies pushed her boundaries. "Yeahhhhh get down, turn around, go to town, boot scootin' boogie."
Now get lost already, because she then hit that daydream bubble with a savage swat.
* * * * *
A2. Dreamweavers - Grease Monkeys
It was bound to happen eventually. One of the pixies, probably one that Allie swatted like a bug, dumped a load of pixie dust into her face. She stood silently right out in the open, rocking a little on her feet, green eyes vacant and glazed.
Above her head, she dreamed of a dirty mechanic's shop. Concrete walls, pasted over with peeling and grungy band posters of punk rock, heavy metal, and rap. Shelves were lines with tools, clean and neatly arranged. The fluorescent lights overhead were bright, one guttering sporadically. Allie looked as if she were being devoured by the hood of a beat-up mustard yellow Ford Pinto, brown jumpsuit creased with motor oil stains, red curls frizzy and locked into an untidy knot at the nape of her neck. A young Japanese-American man walked in with two bottles of Coke, snapping both down in succession against the edge of the countertop to send bottlecaps dancing over the ground. His head bobbed with exaggerated motions to Culture Club.
"The hell would anyone pay to fix a peesashit like this, just get a new car," Allie grumbled, once she knew she had someone to grumble to.
"People get attached, wanna pop?" he shrugged, bumping the Coke against her elbow over and over until she finally dragged herself out from underneath the hood to take it from him. "And getting attached means paying the bills."
She grunted, wiping her hand on the seat of her jumpsuit before switching the soda and taking a swig. "Thanks. Guess so." She turned her head, and upon finding the rolling cart, she hooked the toe of her sneaker underneath it to pull it closer to the Pinto. "How much?"
He looked away from her. "Fifty bucks."
"Fifty? Shit, Jin!" Despite the curse, a wide grin split Allie's face.
"Little old ladies attached to their cars are my weakness, give me a break!" His grin matched hers as he threw his head back and enjoyed a few swallows. The song on the radio changed, and a flash of delight lit up Jin's eyes while the smile on Allie's face dropped like a stone.
"Allie..."
"I'm changing the channel."
"ALLIE IT'S YOUR FAVORITE!"
Clumsily she put the bottle down on the cart, almost spilling it, and Jin was springing forward to put himself between her and the radio, swinging his soda-less arm in a wild circle. "BLACK! And orange ALLIE cat, sittin' on a fence!"
"Jin you son of a bitch..."
"AIN'T! Got enough dough to pay the rent." He swaggered by, changing directions when she did. "I'm flat broke but I don't ca-a-are, I strut right by with my tail in the air." He thrust his hips back and wiggled his butt.
Realizing she wasn't getting to the radio itself, her gaze settled on the electrical outlet where it was plugged in. Jin, realizing her plan too late, raced after her.
"STRAY CAT STRUT I'M AN ALLLLLLIE CAT--"
"Those aren't the damn words!"
The front door slammed, bell jingling cheerfully. Both Jin and Allie froze in mid-grapple, staring at the customer who seemed less than impressed with their antics.
"Oh hey, how's it goin'?" Jin grinned at him with a chin jerk.
* * * * *
B1. B-Cubes - The Reluctant Trainer
[For the most part, Allie has no qualms about stomping a giant bug or chasing it outside...hucking it bodily out the window, even, when she found the giant slug under her bed. Cleaning up its slime trail pisses her off, so she's forced to go to the store to pick up some supplies.]
[But the giant centipede that rears up around the corner sets off every repulsive instinct in her body, and she jerks backwards in a flail of arms and legs, mop clattering onto the sidewalk.]
HOLY SHIT!
[She's not touching that thing, because she's pretty sure she'd get the worst of that encounter. Might as well use one of the Beastmaster Cubes, even if she hasn't had great experiences with Prismal technology thus far.]
[The centipede scuttles low to the ground, and the thrown capture cube sails past it...and smacks against the back of a Moonblessed's head instead. The person disappears from sight.]
[Allie's jaw drops. What did she just do???? She makes tentative shuffles to either side, trying to get around the centipede, and thankfully it's more interested in the pocket pie she just bought (and dropped on the sidewalk) than her, so they both wind up dashing past each other. Allie snatches up the cube (shit, it's blinking, something's inside of it) and, wincing, opens it up. She wasn't optimistic enough to think she might have caught a smaller bug, which is why she's not wholly surprised to find that a
furryanthropomorphic person springs out instead. Were they that way when she caught them? She wasn't paying attention, honestly.]Uh...you okay?
[The centipede is now turning its sinuous body around to regard the both of them, gross mandibles wiggling with renewed aggression. (Or maybe it scampered off and a centipede fight is no longer necessary.)]
* * * * *
B2. B-Cubes - Electric Jackrabbit Boogaloo
[Allie has never felt so protective and attached to anyone. It's a strange feeling. And for now? She kind of likes it, too. She's docile when she's not needed, content to relax wherever, and seems to have no reservations about letting herself slump against someone's shoulder or back to back for doing menial things, like eating, or reading, or watching TV. Her bunny ears are short and brown, more in line with the wild rabbits that dart across the prairie than the longer more prized ears belonging to pet shop breeds. There's a couple of short scraggly horns on her head that itch like a bitch, and she scratches at them idly every now and then. Scratch at them for her and she'll melt with a sigh of contentment.]
[But where Allie really shines is when she's called out to fight something else. Against really big creatures she has a tougher time, but will lash out with vicious electrified punches. If the animal/opponent is under ten feet, however... WHAM! She drops it with a loud banging whack of a pipe wrench before turning to grin at her 'trainer.' All right, got it! Praise now?]
* * * * *
C. Farmer's Market
Allie was not averse to physical contact. Sure it was a little strange to hug and get a cookie out of it, but hey. Free cookie. And there were definitely things she needed, being fairly new to the place and all. Food almost always went over well, especially really good chocolate, and well-made comfortable clothes would draw her interest too. Music collections, as long as she recognized them from modern-day Earth, were bang-worthy if it came to it. And holy shit, what was a bath bomb, she needed one of every single variety like. Now.
She didn't have a stall of her own. Sure, she could have offered to take a look at someone's car and haggle for a price, but she didn't want to get paid in smooches. Demichroma only. She'd just have to advertise later.
Eventually she'd wander over to a fellow Moonblessed's booth, eyes fixed on the wares more than the person running the show, mildly curious to see what they've got. She'd take a free sample if they had one (maybe a couple if it seemed like she could get away with it and not piss someone off), and if she wasn't familiar with it, she'd frown and ask. "What's this about?"
D. Space Crops
So the produce wasn't sentient. Good to know. Because she had a fruit and yogurt cup that she was sitting down to enjoy, cracking off the lid, and picking up her spork to take a scoop of creamy fruit.
The flavors were a good blend of tart and sweet, and she tucked in with a vigorous appetite.
It was about the third bite when the chunk of apple (?) she lifted began screaming like a person. She pulled her head back, surprised. Then she grinned.
"...Hah. Cool."
She ate it, and the screaming stopped, giving her a chance to fit on a pair of headphones and queue up some of the music she bought. It made the screaming fruit much easier to endure as she thumbed a smear of yogurt from the corner of her mouth and idly tapped her foot.
[OOC: Allie has red hair and green eyes, and some freckles if you ate produce with any of those traits. You can also go the other route and assume she ate something that made her think your character is hot stuff too, if it's a male character 21+.]
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