Legan
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Post by Legan on Jan 27, 2009 21:50:16 GMT -6
"Socks," Renèe muttered outloud to the empty shop, tapping his nails on the counter. Socks infuriated him in a metaphorical sense to the point of violence. Why did so many people come to Gladrag's to buy their socks? What was it about socks that comforted people so much? Of course, everyone wore socks. Even Renèe, though he didn't take pride in it.
He guessed why he despised them so much was for their purpose: to protect your feet and keep them warm. Like a mock parent or close family member. Socks ensured comfort and ease where it was not needed.
And perhaps the human race had gotten so soft that they expected socks to give them this satisfaction and luxury. And when old socks failed; tore, exposing a hole to harm someone's foot, it was off with that pair of socks and off to Gladrag's or what have you to buy a new pair of protective footwear.
Renèe mostly hated that something as simple as a sock could mean so much to him. He hated this job, surrounded by them all day, the constant chatter of the people, "Do you have toe socks?" "Does this come in brown?" "I need a pair of socks." They were wizards, weren't they? Didn't they have some sort of potion to keep their feet protected.
He was in a bad mood now. Turning so he couldn't see the thought-inducing socks, he frowned at the back-door of the shop. Right now, what he needed was someone smart. Someone who could try to talk him out of this loathing of socks, someone who could intrigue him.
Well, he was certainly hopeful then, wasn't he? Hardly anyone existed like that, save for his cousin Charles. He felt that some of his cousin's cynical and negative manner had rubbed off on him. Three years ago would he be sitting in this shop getting worked up over wool? Hard to tell, time was a cruel thing.
Let someone come, anyone, he thought, glancing at the door with a delicate blonde eyebrow raised. Let them come and discuss socks with me.
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Post by miguel on May 29, 2009 21:34:48 GMT -6
Fred walked into the store with his hands in his old jeans and weathered black tshirt. The frayed portion of his jeans made a shuttling noise as he crossed through the threshold into the store. His expression was downcast as he browsed the different pairs of socks. So wasteful to spend the little money I have for socks. In fact, i could almost go without shoes if everyone would stop staring at me. He counted through his money very quickly and counted it again just to make himself think he had more than 1 sickle and 13 knuts.
After he shook his head from disappointment, he approached the counter and asked, "Do you have cheap socks? I don't care for the condition, or how they look. In fact they can have holes for all I care, but I really need some socks that I can get for near nil." He tried to make himself more friendly with the cashier by putting himself in a more relaxed position. I just don't think socks are worthy to steal like those fireworks from the other store, He thought as he looked at his arm that was resting on the counter. It looked tanned due to the amount of dirt that has caked on his skin. He honestly didn't like how dirty he was, but you can have too much fun if people think you are poor. He shook his head as he tried to regain his thoughts. "Surely you have some malformed socks or something?"
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Legan
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Post by Legan on Jun 21, 2009 12:34:55 GMT -6
Oh, here's a piece of work, Renèe thought dismally as a haggard and dirty man entered through the doors. Well, it was called Gladrag's for a reason, he supposed, for all they really had were rags and they did seem to make people...glad...
He snorted at this, chuckling to himself before realizing the man was talking to him. "Do you have cheap socks? I don't care for the condition, or how they look. In fact they can have holes for all I care, but I really need some socks that I can get for near nil." Did this boy even possess nil? He stopped his judgments. Don't judge a book by its bindings his mother had always said, but honestly.
"Probably have some back there. Or something," he said, regarding him with a dull stare. Conversation wasn't really his strong suit.
"Surely you have some malformed socks or something?" That made Renèe chuckle. Malformed socks? He had never thought of it that way.
He stepped out from the counter, sighing. "I suppose I could take a look." God forbid he helped this man. He must have been going soft. "What're you interested in besides cheap and malformed?"
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Post by miguel on Jun 23, 2009 15:55:43 GMT -6
What're you interested in besides cheap and malformed? Fred chuckled. "Well I do prefer non-malformed, but I've placed cheap over anything else. As you can tell, I neither have socks nor shoes. So, obviously these socks are not going to last long without shoes, which I don't intend to buy. Socks don't last long with me so i rarely buy them." He scratched his head a bit and looked at Renèe. "I just think other things like food is worth more time investing in."
Fred just kinda looked off into space, he was thinking of where these new socks would take him. He was already halfway there when he added. "and color doesn't really matter either." He then went on thinking how weird it would look seeing a monster running through tough terrain in flamboyant colored socks. The thought of it made him slightly giddy. That could be fun, freaking out people in my those socks,he thought. "You know what, if you happen to be able to get me some socks with weird colors like perhaps neon that would be fun, but I have to keep it under a sickle. All in the name of 'fun'. I won't rob for stupid socks, but I'll buy them just for fun in place of food? I'll just catch a bite on my trip. He then went back to thinking about how much fun he made the trip by adding color into the world.
With another chuckle he became apparent of how lame it would be to work. By work, of course, he meant a job. He looked at the person helping him now with the socks. "I wouldn't like this job with all the money in the world." he said as he realized how hypocritical that would look. A poor man telling someone with money that they wouldn't work? Now that is ridiculous.
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Legan
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Post by Legan on Jun 23, 2009 17:37:57 GMT -6
The other man chuckled. "Well I do prefer non-malformed, but I've placed cheap over anything else. As you can tell, I neither have socks nor shoes. So, obviously these socks are not going to last long without shoes, which I don't intend to buy. Socks don't last long with me so i rarely buy them. I just think other things like food is worth more time investing in." Renèe felt a twinge of pity. He couldn't help it after all, the boy had no socks or shoes. He had to be around his age, maybe a tad younger and appeared to be homeless. He turned from him, pretending to look for the socks as he thought. The other boy stared off into space, letting him think more clearly.
"and color doesn't really matter either," the raven haired boy added after a moment. Alright, not a problem. Drab was mostly in now Renèe supposed. "You know what, if you happen to be able to get me some socks with weird colors like perhaps neon that would be fun, but I have to keep it under a sickle." That made him chuckle. "You happen to be in luck there," he said, digging behind one of the shelves. "These came in a while ago and I have been trying to get rid of them." He held up some various striped socks with a smirk. "I got tired of looking at them and, as I often do when I am tired of something, I buried them so I did not have to look at them anymore. You can take them," he shrugged, handing the socks to him. "No one wants them anyway." He briefly wondered if he was being too nice, which was not in his usual manner. But this boy was clearly down on his luck and the socks were, in Renèe's opinion, hideous.
"I wouldn't like this job with all the money in the world," the other boy said suddenly. Renèe smirked, walking back behind the counter. "Well that makes two of us then."
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Post by miguel on Jun 23, 2009 22:01:11 GMT -6
Well that makes two of us then. Fred raised his eyebrows at the words. It isn't a normal thing for someone to not like their job. "Thank you so much for the socks. I'm going to get a kick out of these. Why do you not like your job? I mean you work here." Fred started to put the socks on as he watched the stranger's reaction to his question.
"By the way my name is Fred Maurits." He held out a his hand. People in the store were staring at him out of the corner of their eyes. It was perhaps that he looked like a poor kid with his worn out jeans and tshirt. He looked even worse with his new colorful socks. They were the one thing that looked like they had been washed and well taken care of. "Don't mind them," Fred said knowing people were staring. "I'm used to being at the center of attention."
He glanced around, giving Renèe time to think. Usually whenever I say that people feel sorry for me, I don't ever like seeing people's reaction to that. He stood there gazing in a random direction. He wasn't for sure what anyone was thinking, all he knew was he was thinking about having fun. I'm going to have fun with this person, I think I might freak him out. Fred abruptly snapped out of his trance. "Would you like to hear a secret?"
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Legan
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Post by Legan on Jun 23, 2009 22:16:33 GMT -6
Renèe watched as the boy started to put the socks on. He looked ridiculous but he supposed when you hit rock-bottom ridiculous could be consoling. "Thank you so much for the socks. I'm going to get a kick out of these. Why do you not like your job? I mean you work here." Renèe sighed and gestured with his hands to say that it was complicated.
"By the way my name is Fred Maurits." Renèe stared at his hand before taking it somewhat awkwardly. He was unaccustomed to having such openness immediately from someone. Sure, he enjoyed it when people revealed themselves to him but it had always taken a certain amount of time. "Renèe Sauvageau."
"Don't mind them. I'm used to being at the center of attention." What a lovely thing to be, in the spotlight. Renèe enjoyed it immensely but Fred seemed to be indifferent towards it. He was a bit frustrated now. Fred was so different from other people he had met. "You sound like you do not care at all about it," he said, trying to keep the shock from his voice.
Well, it seemed that the day had given him a challenge after all. He watched as Fred stared off once more before looking back at him. "Would you like to hear a secret?" The Frenchman smoothed his brow, trying his best to look open. "I suppose so." This is what he loved: innermost secrets and stories from people.
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Post by miguel on Jun 23, 2009 23:40:21 GMT -6
You sound like you do not care at all about it. Fred just kinda shrugged as he let the words Renèe said sink in. "Meh, it's what I do you see. Do stupid fun stuff to get attention. Life is too short to care about strangers staring." He glanced out of the corner of his eye looking at a rather obese man that was nearly bald and a rather unique mustache that must have been enchanted in order to be so big and positioned in such a manner. Fred chuckled as the man debated over buying black tube socks or traditional white dragon skin socks. He tactfully gestured to Renèe to look at the man and said, "Engorio charm, no doubt." He grunted after a few giggles to gain control of himself. "I'm sorry, I have A.D.D."
He looked around himself and thought a bit on how to word his secret. To hell with it, he thought. "The reason I look poor isn't just because I am poor. It is also because I am a werewolf. I'm going on a long trip where, even for werewolves, socks make the trip a lot more comfortable. It's some pretty rough terrain." He looked at Renèe for a bit. He loves to watch people's reactions to weird information.
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Post by Legan on Jun 24, 2009 0:13:02 GMT -6
"Meh, it's what I do you see. Do stupid fun stuff to get attention. Life is too short to care about strangers staring." Renèe really was interested now. He rested his elbow on the table and placed his chin in his hand. Okay, Fred Maurits, he thought. You intrigue me. Go on. "Life is too short," he repeated, stewing over the words.
Fred gestured towards a fat man in the back of the shop. Now here was something Renèe never caught himself doing: looking at his customers. "Engorio charm, no doubt." Out came the magic words again... That was the only downfall of being so involved in a magical town. If the people were odd the language had to match. Fred went on chuckling. "I'm sorry, I have A.D.D."
A.D.D. He added this to the Fred Maurits list. Better to keep all of this information than to lose it later. "The reason I look poor isn't just because I am poor. It is also because I am a werewolf. I'm going on a long trip where, even for werewolves, socks make the trip a lot more comfortable. It's some pretty rough terrain."
Renèe chuckled himself lowly, the sound foreign to him. "A werewolf shopping for socks. Striped socks. How do you like that?" He shook his head, knowing he should have felt something akin to terror. Back at his home there weren't many 'werewolves' or 'vampires.' Just another thing you had to get used to in this town. Or at least pretend to. "You know what you are talking about, Fred Maurits," he said finally, referring back to the fat man and his mustache to change the subject. "I am guessing you are of magical descent then? And perhaps you could tell me about that woman over there." He pointed at a red-haired woman looking at shawls in the with her back to them. "Any charms on her?"
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Post by miguel on Jun 24, 2009 11:29:16 GMT -6
Fred noticed no apparent change in Renèe composure when he announced that he was a werewolf. A werewolf shopping for socks. Striped socks. How do you like that? Fred just grinned. He was quite impressed that Renèe caught on to the weird image that he planned a few seconds earlier. Then again it isn't that impressive. Just saying your a werewolf right after buying the socks makes people combine the 2 naturally. You know what you are talking about, Fred Maurits. I am guessing you are of magical descent then? And perhaps you could tell me about that woman over there. Fred turned around. He didn't turn in the direction of the lady, rather he nearly made a complete circle starting from the wrong direction ending in the direction the lady was. Any charms on her?
Fred laughed hysterically. It was the first time he has ever been complimented on his knowledge of magic. He sighed and replied, "I'm a drop out from Hogwarts, well expelled but that doesn't really matter that much." He looked down at his socks, figitily. He doesn't like looking at people when things turn ways that are awkward subjects. He looked up a little more appear more attentive before going on. "You are correct that I lived under magical parents. After I was 5 years old though, I pretty much raised myself." He cleared his voice a bit just to make the atmosphere feel less. . . congested. "I only know what I do know from the 5 years at Hogwarts and what books I read."
Fred bobbed up and down as if they were quiet for some time. He never liked awkward conversations or quiet times. He usually treats them the same, bring something up to talk about or say good bye. "Soooo. . . What do you do for fun? Does that lady have any charms on her?" Fred walked up to the lady and was within 5 inches of her red haired lady and looked at the back of her head with intense eyes. Perhaps there is a charm for her hair color. Maybe it is a different texture or something. Fred reached out and grabbed some of the lady's hair to examine the texture. He nearly yanked her back as he caressed part of the hair in his hand.
Perhaps one of the most dangerous time in anyone's life would be harassing a woman. Fred has learned this countless of times, but it never really bothers him anyway. So when he saw the 'intent to kill' look in womans eyes as they looked at each other his response was appropriate. "Do you have any charms in your hair? It feels too silky to be not enchanted."
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Legan
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Post by Legan on Jun 24, 2009 18:06:24 GMT -6
Fred laughed and the sound made Renèe ease up even more. Fred sobered up and began to talk somberly making him grin even more. "I'm a drop out from Hogwarts, well expelled but that doesn't really matter that much." That seemed to hit a nerve for Fred. Renèe wondered what he had done to get expelled, seeing as that school was pretty accepting. They accepted magical students for god's sake, what sort of rules did they possess? "You are correct that I lived under magical parents. After I was 5 years old though, I pretty much raised myself. I only know what I do know from the 5 years at Hogwarts and what books I read."
Renèe didn't say anything, instead fixing Fred with an intense stare as he thought. He never really had learned to think while looking away, staring straight into the boy's eyes for a while. It sounded like his expulsion from Hogwarts had shaken Fred for whatever reason. He was really curious about his family now, instinctively rooting his own family to Fred's. Renèe wasn't too fond of his own family at times, save for his cousin. His stare must have gotten to Fred for he broke the tension. "Soooo. . . What do you do for fun?"
Renèe snorted. What a great question, what did he do for fun. "Yoga," he finally decided, shrugging dismissively. "Theater. I do not really... Socialize for fun too often."
He laughed when he went over to a woman and began to hassle her about her hair. He was surprised with how well they were getting along. Usually, he found people to be more abrasive and pitying towards themselves. It seemed even though Fred was in a less than satisfactory position, he was happy with his life. Perhaps I should take lessons from him, he thought amusedly.
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Post by miguel on Jun 24, 2009 23:27:49 GMT -6
As Fred dodged the slap coming for his face, he chuckled. "I don't think we are going to figure out if that girl is using any charms." He chuckled again. It was things like this that entertained him. "You said Yoga right? My mind was somewhere else when you said that."
"Yoga doesn't sound like exactly interesting . . . nor theatre." He shrugged. It wasn't like him to be interested in group activities. "You don't socialize very often? Thats understandable, I don't socialize much either . . ." Fred broke off his little talk to glance back at the woman. "Never know what those crazy ladies would do. I had one come up to me after I did something like that earlier. . .and she kept on attacking me. It was pretty funny and scary at the same time." He noticed that the lady was leery about him, but otherwise if left alone she won't bother anyone. "Ok, I'm kinda at an impasse. Lets get to something interesting, I guess. I'll share a story about myself if you do."
Renèe snorted. What a great question, what did he do for fun. "Yoga," he finally decided, shrugging dismissively. "Theater. I do not really... Socialize for fun too often."
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Post by Legan on Jun 24, 2009 23:42:55 GMT -6
"I don't think we are going to figure out if that girl is using any charms."Renèe snorted and rolled his eyes. "She may go for your eyes, watch out," he said dryly, sitting up from leaning on the counter and stretching his arms over his head. "You said Yoga right?" Renèe nodded, sighing softly. "My mind was somewhere else when you said that. Yoga doesn't sound like exactly interesting . . . nor theatre." This was where they hit a speed bump. Renèe sat up more, eyes widened slightly. "Not interesting?"
"You don't socialize very often? Thats understandable, I don't socialize much either . . ." He went on to talk about ladies, but Renèe didn't exactly hear him. He ran a hand through his hair, thinking on what to say. "Ok, I'm kinda at an impasse. Lets get to something interesting, I guess. I'll share a story about myself if you do."
Yes! This was the perfect opportunity! "Okay," he said, holding his hands up in a 'bear-with-me" gesture. "I will tell you something and a story. Surely you do not find theatre boring? Yoga... sure, that is not for everyone. But the theatre..." He waved his hand, eyebrows knitted together. "You just have not seen the greater plays. Macbeth, with its witches and tragedy... 'Fair is foul and foul is fair.' Too true are those seven words..." He looked up at him, eyes genuinely moved and curious. "That does not interest you in the least?"
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Post by miguel on Jun 25, 2009 0:20:53 GMT -6
Fred couldn't help not smiling. It hasn't been this easy communicating to someone since, he last communicated to someone. Talking to people is actually fun I might have to try that a little more often, he thought as he listened to Renèe. He realized immediately that Renèe wanted him to understand the complexities of theatre, the world that it creates and the emotion presented within it. He felt the need to say that he understood and the even greater need to say that he has been to a play before. Whatever the feeling was, he let it die.
He slightly perked back up from his mental thinking to hear Renèe say,That does not interest you in the least? He raised an eyebrow. Spazzing is not cool, but then again he isn't a werewolf who has to control his emotions. Spazzing was not a good thing for Fred, he dislikes all the things that spazzing is. To Fred any emotion is spazzing because it is all the emotions he has to be leery about not letting out. "I would be lying if I said I have ever had enough money to pleasure myself to a play in a theatre nor have I been in a position to go to one. All I know about theatres is what I read in Muggle magazines, they can be dreadfully boring. So I've heard." He smiled because he couldn't imagine even the most stick up person being mad after he said that. "Besides I'm the type of person who likes to pick up some random athletic thing and have fun. Freak people out, the usual things pranksters do. I don't even know if I'd be able to stay in a seat watching others do things in a theatre. If I played in it playing skateboard or something that would be a different story." He winked at Renèe to suggest that it was some sort of secret.
"Tell you what, if you can find a theatre that will take someone that looks like me and costs around a sickle to get in, I'll go with ya'. Right after you get off perhaps?" He looked down and scratched his leg with the bottom of his foot. Right now at this exact moment had he walked out and continued on his destination, he would be far enough away to transform to his werewolf state and start running. The thrill of the run. he thought as he obviously looked like a man with his brain sucked out by an alien. No matter what happens, you can always go back to the simple pleasure of running.
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Legan
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Post by Legan on Jun 25, 2009 9:08:59 GMT -6
"I would be lying if I said I have ever had enough money to pleasure myself to a play in a theatre nor have I been in a position to go to one." Renèe had forgotten about Fred's situation. His stare didn't lessen however as the black haired boy continued. "All I know about theatres is what I read in Muggle magazines, they can be dreadfully boring. So I've heard. Besides I'm the type of person who likes to pick up some random athletic thing and have fun. Freak people out, the usual things pranksters do. I don't even know if I'd be able to stay in a seat watching others do things in a theatre. If I played in it playing skateboard or something that would be a different story." He winked here and Renèe combed his fingers through his hair, brow still furrowed.
Ah, athletics. That explained his jumpiness, his eagerness to grab women by the hair. Renèe rested his chin in his hand softly, eyes still trying to persuade Fred in some way. "I think," he said slowly after a moment. "That you just aren't going to the right ones, as I mentioned before. There are active plays, circuses... With acrobatics and tigers and juggling..." He stopped, remembering Fred's financial state. Surely there had to be a circus somewhere...
"Tell you what, if you can find a theatre that will take someone that looks like me and costs around a sickle to get in, I'll go with ya'. Right after you get off perhaps?" Renèe sighed. He was thinking it already so it was an eighty five percent chance he would just say it. "I have a better proposal," he said after a moment, trying to sound as flippant as he possibly could. "After I get off we can go out and buy you some real clothes. Play-going clothes. Whether you wear them or not, I do not care. And then I will try and see if there are any productions going on near town." He shrugged, wondering how he'd gotten so generous all of a sudden. "Or if you would rather, we could do your idea aucun problème." He held Fred's gaze to see if he was interested.
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