Demon Marcus, Wednesday, All Day

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Well. Callie was having a miserable day. She had been a pony this weekend, she'd been squawked at by fake Manbirds in class -- even if that one was her own fault -- and she couldn't believe she was stuck on this stupid island to begin with. Only one thing helped when she was in this foul a mood -- well, two, but let's be polite in a public post.

So Callie was going through the new shipment of shoes that came in. What? She was allowed to be girly. Just because she was a demon didn't mean she wasn't a girl. And if opening your own shop just so you could buy designer items from yourself at wholesale prices was wrong, then she didn't want to be right. Because Callie couldn't own too many Blahniks, that was why.

The Help Wanted sign was still in the window.

(Same as before: clothes for differing species, body types, and odd requests; souvenirs from (New) Hell; accessories and shoes!)

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Callie waved a hand. "Short of you showing up for work dressed like the Mooby cow, I'm not sure I give a damn," she said. "Daddy doesn't look at bills before he pays them. At least, not ones from me. And I'm not about to be his brood mare for Satan's Dark Army so he can just shut up and pay for my shoes."

This comment actually made sense in context, but had been removed from context so that it didn't. At all. But she didn't really expect him to care about her problems any more than she did about his, so.

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Context was for the weak, anyhow.

"Fair enough," Sparkle decided, because whatever, he was just fine with roundabout conversations that didn't necessarily make sense. He was already making his way to a rack of shirts, picking through them for something in his size. "It's all bold colours and off-white this season, isn't it?"

That Sparkle knew this...

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"I'm hearing there's a big art deco push in some of the spring lines," Callie said, touching up her lipstick. "Very 1920s-in-Paris. I feel like I'm missing everything being here. When you think fashion, it's Milan, not Maryland."

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"Yeah, I didn't exactly come to the island to check out Fandom's new summer trends," Sparkle snorted, picking a few button-downs from the rack and looking them over thoughtfully. "But they have TV sets in the dorms, so it isn't like I'm completely cut off or anything."

And with this job, maybe he could even afford a laptop or something someday, so he could just fucking Google it instead of doing battle for the remote in the common rooms.

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"Did you get sent here, too?" she asked. "I'm coming up with creative retaliations while I decide if this place is worth my time."

Some of the latter might involve how dramatically upset her ex was about her being gone.

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"Apparently shipping me to America is supposed to keep me from terrorizing the neighbourhood back home," Sparkle scoffed, deciding on a shirt in rich violet and putting the rest on the rack again before turning to the dress pants to go with it. "You know, because I guess teenagers are prone to slaughtering their neighbours in their sleep, eating their still-beating hearts and all that."

The mere state of being under the age of twenty automatically made him a natural born killer. True story.

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"Do they think it'll keep you from terrorizing things here, or is it a strict not-in-my-backyard ploy?" Callie asked. She glanced up from examining her nails to look over his selections. "You might as well get a back up or two. It's not like I'm paying retail."

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Sparkle glanced back her way, and then shrugged and returned to the shirt rack to pick out the cream-coloured button-down and a black one that he'd been sizing up, too. It was difficult to go wrong with black, really.

"I think Lewis probably doesn't really give a shit, just so long as I don't get them kicked out of Parkdale," he intoned, shrugging. "And I guess so long as I don't get arrested or anything here, too."

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"Does this town even have a police force?" Callie asked. "Grimes would have a field day. Shoot the place up, illegal detainings ... most people don't know their rights enough to question it."

Say what you want about him, but Grimes was fun.

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And Sparkle didn't doubt that. Except for how he completely did, and the lip he was curling back was demonstrating that nicely enough.

"Yeah, well, I do, so he better not try to fuck with me."