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fandomtownies2012-05-27 01:24 pm
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2012-05-27 01:24 pm
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Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day
So, Sparkle had a job. Thanks to that damn Brownie from Cryptozoology class, he'd found himself stopping in earlier in the week to replace the clothing that had suffered, or that had just totally failed to survive, and even if all of that had been set right... Well, he'd never really had a job before, and he didn't want to screw over Professor Maggotbone, mostly because he kind of believed her when she threatened his entrails like that.
So there he was, dressed in something that seemed almost, like, appropriate for this sort of job, getting himself better acquainted with the stock.
Or, you know, going over stuff that he'd like to buy for himself on his first paycheque. They did have some pretty sexy shoes in stock, crazily enough.
Demon Marcus was open, and expensive, and best of luck recognizing the kid on shift as the scruffy raccoon-eyed and spike-haired punk from the school, today.
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So there he was, dressed in something that seemed almost, like, appropriate for this sort of job, getting himself better acquainted with the stock.
Or, you know, going over stuff that he'd like to buy for himself on his first paycheque. They did have some pretty sexy shoes in stock, crazily enough.
Demon Marcus was open, and expensive, and best of luck recognizing the kid on shift as the scruffy raccoon-eyed and spike-haired punk from the school, today.
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Talk to Sparkle!
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"Hello," he said, not recognizing Sparkle in the slightest. "I worked here when I was in school. It's foolish, but I wonder -- do you know when the name changed?"
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... He didn't sound all that sorry, but he wasn't unpleasant about it, either. Just light and aloof, not particularly respectful without seeing any need to put any particular sort of care into being disrespectful, either.
It was a 'sorry' that was just mostly there for the sake of being there at all.
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He decided it didn't matter; he'd figure out where that sense of familiarity was coming form soon enough, if it mattered.
"It was owned by a pixie," Romeo remembered. "She liked us to burn ugly clothes behind the shop, and there was always alcohol under the counter. One of the better jobs I've had."
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When he surfaced again, it was with a grin on his face.
"Best job ever," he had to agree. He hadn't gone digging, because he didn't want his boss to eat his soul or whatever, but a glance at a bottle of wine had been enough to satisfy him. "The room in the back where things get burned is still there. I'm kind of looking forward to trying it out."
Because Sparkle was an adorable little pyromaniac, that's why.
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It would have been easier if he hadn't been 21, and a young-looking 21 at that.
"Oh, but the burning room is ... 'tis like therapy. On bad weeks I looked forward to my time in it."
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Yes, the burning was going to be a very interesting conversation point for Sparks. He'd spotted some flannel that must have been delivered by accident earlier, and now he was sort of itching to take it back there to see how well it would go up in flames.
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He made a "floosh" gesture with his hands, showing how the fire had flared up.
"I was a lucky man to have the fire extinguisher at hand that day."
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"Polyester is more explosive the more hideously it's put together. That's good to know. Oh my god, I'm sorry I wasn't there to see that, now."
Because fire! Burning! Yay!
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Then his eyes widened as things clicked into place. "Jesus, are you going to be able to take me seriously as a teacher now? I didn't recognize you without the kohl on your eyes."
Romeo, no one ought to take you seriously as a teacher.
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"You know, I was wondering how long it was going to take you," he shared. "Like, you came in, and started talking, and I was standing here all 'Oh my God he doesn't even know it's me,' and just waiting for it, you know? I think I'm supposed to dress up all neat for my shifts here, I even got new clothes to wear for this and everything, but the hair and the makeup don't really work with all the high-end fashion stuff, and I'm not a complete fashion heathen, I mean, I do pay attention to what people are wearing, you know?"
Yes, thank you for that, Sparkle.
"Anyhow, I bet you figured it out faster than a lot of people would. It isn't like people pay attention, like really bother to look and see what's sitting right in front of them most of the time, anyhow. That's too much like effort or something, and if people bother to look, they might actually see something worth looking at, and nobody can really afford that, these days, it feels like."
Not if it meant that they'd have to think of people who were lower than them on the socio-economic totem pole as people, too.
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A pause. "The look suits you, by the way."
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"You think so?"
That wasn't really something he'd ever figured he'd hear from anyone... pretty much ever. It took him a moment to sort of absorb that bit of information, and then he was shrugging it off and running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, it's not bad, I guess. Not my usual look, people might get the wrong idea and start to think I'm some sort of respectable citizen or something." He paused for a moment. "So, camouflage."
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It wasn't that he could be light about Tybalt; more that he was aware his worst outranked the worst he could imagine from this boy.
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Because he was fierce, Romeo. See how fierce he was?
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OOC!