Comments | hell_wisconsin: I sold my soul to the company store [open]

twisterghost in hell_wisconsin

I sold my soul to the company store [open]

Mar 27, 2007 20:53

Dorothy spent much of the day expanding the old doghouse in the yard, using some wood the family had had in their basement. Carpentry was a familiar subject to her-- she'd helped repair barns and things after twisters came through too close to the farm. Eventually the daylight started to wane, and Dorothy put her hammer away for the day. After ( Read more... )

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tendencytostart March 28 2007, 01:55:06 UTC

Wouldn't it be nice if things were just simple, in the wake of the apocalypse, and a person could just get things like batteries without being subtly accosted by jerkass teenage boys slumped sulkily on the front steps of the store? That sure would be nice.

Unnnfortunately it's not the case. St. John doesn't exactly want to look like he's looking for Levon or anything, but he thought maybe if he was just on the steps again they'd run into each other.

This has not yet happened, but heeey, it's Dorothy. He irritates the living hell out of her, and as such he is irresistibly drawn to...well. Irritate the living hell out of her. Like he does. He cuts his eyes sideways at her and breathes out a lungful of smoke. Hey there. How you doin'?

twisterghost March 28 2007, 02:15:40 UTC

Ugh, god. Is that... it is. Sigh. Dorothy cuts the engine and hops out of her car (and she does have to hop-- the thing is pretty high off the ground). As she walks up to the store, she pointedly stares at St. John and points her car keys over her shoulder, locking it. Smirk.

"They open?" Dorothy is civil, and then he breathes all that smoke and she rolls her eyes and looks away. Maybe a little cough would be subtle enough. Cigarettes are gross.

tendencytostart March 28 2007, 02:52:41 UTC

It is subtle, which St. John appreciates (not because he's going to put out the cigarette but because he approves of subtlety: it often hurts more), just enough to clamp his mouth shut so that smoke can trickle out of his nose. Mmm. Cancerlicious.

"Mmmhmm." Not exactly a vocalization, just a slow, satisfied sound. God, it's annoying. "And they're not carding." It's possible he has booze. Just possible.

twisterghost March 28 2007, 03:04:28 UTC

Ugh. Dorothy rolls her eyes as subtly as possible and walks past St John to the door of the general store. As she passes him, she thwaps him lightly on the side of the head. Because he's a jerk, and he knows it, and he's being a jerk on purpose. To a lady. And that's not very nice.

"You're underage," she says, loud enough that if there's someone working close enough inside, they'd hear her. She folds her arms and leans back against the open door. Smug, isn't she?

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ulamspiral March 28 2007, 02:03:36 UTC

Danny, should she ever venture in to get batteries, is inside and easily able to take cash for things. It is like he is running some kind of business or something.

Despite the fact they were left off the inventory, there ARE batteries and such things inside.

cordillageddon March 28 2007, 17:10:21 UTC

Adam is in the market for a sweatshirt. Any kind of sweatshirt, really, so long as it's warm, but he's not sure if this is the kind of general store that stocks ugly-but-functional clothing.

He looks exasperated and mutters something under his breath, only shutting up when he smacks into Dorothy, to whom he is a little more inclined to be polite than he usually is, since she gave him a ride into town and doesn't seem to like St. John much.

"Oh. Hi."