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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 6:30 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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That shrieking voice helped in snapping him out of his reverie, and he had to take a step back, keeping himself in the line and making sure that the cart wouldn't accidentally bump into that person. Chester took in the sight of that other male. Wait, the voice was somehow familiar but the looks? It was as if the other was an entirely different person. It was only when the other mentioned his name, as well as the squad name that the recognition lit up in his brain. "W-woah, Fisher?! Is that you?! I just thought that-" he cleared his throat, having to rephrase some words, "I mean, wow! It has been a long time since our last encounter. Umm, in response to your words about the cat, yes, I do have one, and she's been my pet for a long time. She's in my house, though." The DJ rubbed his cheek with a index finger, feeling embarrassed as hell.
It wasn't long before someone else joined in on the conversation, a female this time, and red-orange hues took in the sight of that girl. She was right about the weather, and he had the urge to laugh sheepishly but that would sound obnoxious, so he settled for a smile. "Well, yeah, I'm aware on the weather, but still gotta take care of the cat and I tend to forget some things. Planning not to stay here for too long, anyway," he confessed. Yep, there was another urge to laugh, but he straightened his posture and kept his mouth shut before the temptation was given in. He then eyed the stuff that was loaded up into her cart.
"Looks like you have a pet to take care of as well. That's adorable," he commented, then his attention turned to Fisher, "Thinking of heading to Sucre's next after this, before the lovely tour to my house. Will that be good to make up for lost time? That is, unless you have other plans," he went on, hoping that Fisher wouldn't mind the suggestion, with the extra protection from rain as bonus.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: The Cat's MeowStatus: SingleMood: embarrassed as hellCompany: Fisher and a girlMoney: $50.00 (Wallet); $1375.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2019 2:33 am
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『〖◈Mood'! Panicked◈ I'm Hangin'! With Chester, Rosie〗 』
『〖◈ Im Spendin'! $1010 ◈ I'm Wearin'! Sbemen 〗 』
『〖 ◈ OOC: me: **posts within 12 hours of being quoted, Also me: **sobs loudly**〗 』
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It was the sort of exclamation Fisher should have expected, yet his cheeks burned and his ears stung slightly from the heat, his smile a more coy one now as he retorted a single nod. The true red head was polite enough to consider his outburst before it had the potential to pass his lips too hastily, which he was grateful for just after he'd been bracing himself for it. His gaze had fallen to the floor just that quickly, only to slowly rise as he agitated his heel against the tile. "Yeah, a few months, actually." Long before his change, but at least after he began staying with Sage. Back when he was still a sunbeam, in his own eyes- Before his optimism had taken a hit and then outright got pumbled; he was trying to get back to that. Had Chester really had a cat all that time? Fisher wasn't a pet person, but it was neat...Strange he had never mentioned it. "That's really cool- and-" He chuckled, "Pretty good you don't have her out here in this weather."
Looking aside as someone else made their way to the line, a female with complementing hair and eyes, Fisher quickly assessed the situation and cocked his head. From what he could tell he wasn't really delaying Chester from checking out at all. Besides, "I'm stranded because of that storm, but I'm not in line." He'd nod. See? Not adding to her hold up at all! Chester had his own reasons for being here, as he explained. Cats needed to eat, as did whatever creature she was intending to feed with what food she had there. His eyse didn't leave the woman as he listened to and replied to his musically talented companion. "You mean for sweets? I'd never say no to that! I might be trapped at your home in this storm if we aren't careful, though." His eyes didn't stray far from the female's face, in the way he seemed to memorize it, drawing her on paper without physically doing so. When was the last time he had drawn or painted? "Sorry for blocking the isle. Can I help you carry anything? So I'm not so much a jerk as I probably seem like right now." He hummed, cocking his head the other way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2019 4:05 pm
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xxx Pet Store
xxx Alone
xxx Keeping Warm
Rose sniffled as she adjusted her glasses. Ugh, she could already feel it! She was starting get sick already and she hadn't even been outside that long! Literally, all she had done was walk to and from her car, it wasn't all that much. Yet, she could feel the stuffiness of her nose and the puffy feeling around her eyes. Pressure was beginning to build within her sinuses and she wanted nothing more than to go home and take a steaming hot shower. Shifting her weight as she listened to the two boys, amber eyes glanced between them. Rose slowly nodded in response to the red head mentioning her having a pet, otherwise she wouldn't be here. "I do, an evil weasel named Sherlock," she replied as she took up her spot at the counter. Placing her items on the counter since the other one wasn't actually in line, she looked back to the pale one. "I don't know that being stranded here is a good thing." She knew she wouldn't want to be stuck here if she was given a choice. The constant screaming of the animals that were terrified of this kind of weather would wear on her nerves too quickly. "I hate to offer things like this, but given the weather..." Rose paused as she huffed softly and paid for her things. "You're more than welcome to be stranded at my house- with animals. If you want." She added the part about the animals for the red head, who obviously had one or he wouldn't have bought the food. The strawberry blonde shrugged her shoulders, not really caring one way or another.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2019 6:53 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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All that talk aside, it was best to keep moving, more so when it was finally time for him to have the cat food checked out so that he could pay for it. The wallet that he fished out from his bag wasn't that heavy, just laden with money bills and a few cards, though the plastic part where the photo was kept was left bare. He had taken out Jessie's picture a week after the break-up, considering that he had to move on for his own sake. As soon as the transaction was done and he got the receipt, he picked up the bag, which was a bit too heavy but something that he could handle. "Your house may not be that bad as well. I may consider dropping by as well if I have time. Hopefully, once this weather's in good shape," he spoke to the female. Tiffany may need some new pet pals along the way.
He then stepped out of the way so the bespectacled girl would have her turn in paying as well, now being close to Fisher. She may be feeling under the weather and that sniffle earlier was a sign, so it was best to get her some consideration. "Ah, yeah, gotta know your name and address, for reference, at least," he said next, realizing that such info was a plus. Not that he would force the female to share those details if she didn't want to, he may end up accepting her decision to keep things private if that would be the case. Chester then focused his attention on Fisher, commencing a bit more of the catch up conversation, "So, how are things coming along at your end? Anything interesting?"
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: The Cat's MeowStatus: SingleMood: mostly goodCompany: Fisher and a girlMoney: $28.00 (Wallet - after paying); $1375.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 3:09 am
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『〖◈Mood'! Uncomfortable, Cornered ◈ I'm Hangin'! With Chester, Rose〗 』
『〖◈ Im Spendin'! $1010 ◈ I'm Wearin'! Sbemen 〗 』
『〖 ◈ OOC: 〗 』
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Fisher stood aside as Chester moved forward to pay, taking his shirt between both hands and twisting it tightly enough to start getting some water out. He couldn't necessarily help it, he was soaked and dripping anyway, but cringed at the fasc he was creating a slipping hazard on the floor. He'd volunteer to mop it for the employee if he could, but meanwhile he couldn't afford to take a hit to his immune system. "Ha! That's amazing." He laughed at her pet's name, and the fact she called him evil. Beginning to wring his ponytail next, he blinked cerulean hues back to the female. "I have sambucol tablets in my bag if you want some?" Offered the mushi, understanding if she didn't trust to receive anything she'd need to take orally from a stranger. Since he didn't make his own DNA, his form tended to decay rather than heal, depending on the situation. No, he wasn't very much into risks, just like he wasn't into this rain.
"I uh..." He trailed off at her offer- not even her offer, but Chester's response to it. He stared shortly before switching faces once more. Now, back to the last thing, "Considering I was stuck in the rain before this, being stranded here is way better. I wont make you put yourself in that position though, you hate it." He less minded the noise of the animals so much as thew smell- his mp3 couldn't cover that up like it could the latter. 'And ah, Chester- Don't think she meant that offer how you think she did." He'd laugh meekly, folding his arms across his chest and giving a small shiver. It was freaking him out staying on the beach during this storm, either one of their houses would be a vast improvement on his end. "I'd really just like to be anywhere else. But uh, if you're needing food like we are....Assuming you can't share Sherlock's food, heh." The mushi attempted a joke.
While Rose decided and paid for her items, Fisher turned to the male at his side. How long had it been exactly? The beach a month or so ago, he'd think? Back when they'd taken a scuba diving lesson, or something. It had been fun, the red head helped him get away fro a while. Even if they weren't close friends, at least Chester was around- nearby, probably, if he ever put the effort in. And anyway, the only things that had happened to him lately were the fights with his brother and a run into with his ex- whom had disappeared much like she came. Fisher hated sharing such negative things, much less feel his spirits fall because of them. "Oh...um...I, ah, um...." Fisher looked away, chewing his inner cheek nervously. "No. nothing interesting at all. I mean, I guess that I look like this now, but that's a long story." Yeah, that was something both unavoidable and hard to understand for other people, especially those whom were only human- not that Chester was. Grinding his heel into the floor, he passed the subject off best he could. "What's new with you besides the cat?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 8:43 pm
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xxx Pet Store
xxx Strangers
xxx Keeping Warm
As her items were being rung up, Rose leaned against the counter and looked at her current company. Rifling through her purse, she found an old receipt and scribbled her details on it. She knew nothing about these guys and yet she was giving them some intimate information. For all she knew, they could be a serial killer team! However, just like she often did, Rose ignored the possible consequences of her actions and handed the information to the red head for him to share with his friend. While she was confused by the pale one's enthusiasm, making friends before she kicked the bucket couldn't be all that bad. She had all but given up her former friends when she was first diagnosed and hadn't really bothered to make anymore afterwards. The only other people she had met since moving here, was her doctor, that army vet and Two; whom she had slept with. The strawberry blonde mused over the night's events and wondered if her constant hookups were her way of trying to have children before she died.
Her attention turned back to the clerk once she was handed her items and needed to pay. Pulling out her card from her purse, she paid and backed away from the counter as she grabbed her things. She sniffled again as the pale one offered her some tablets, probably for her rapidly forming cold. Her features relaxed as she shrugged her shoulders, "Sure." Sliding the bag onto her arm, she held out a hand to receive the medicine as she couldn't help the humorous laugh that erupted from her throat at the assumption of her offer between them. While she would never turn such a thing down, she was being entirely platonic this time around. With her sickness quickly taking over, she wasn't feeling well enough to attempt such a thing. Rose eventually shrugged her shoulders casually, "It's entirely up to you guys. Although it's better to be stuck with people rather than alone, I would think." She couldn't really say for sure because she was often by herself, or with Sherlock. Preferring to be alone and partake in her strange hobbies, Rose couldn't accurately say one way or the other. Looking out a window, she sighed and looked back to them. "It's gotten pretty dark, I can at least give you guys a ride home so you're not stuck in any floods," she offered.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 8:51 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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With Fisher helping out the female with the medicine, Chester was waiting till the offer was accepted by the girl. It was no joke having to deal with something like that; he was like that too when he was younger, when he suffered from fever, with his mom offering some home remedies. However, that may not be the case for the bespectacled female whose condition may be a bit too worse, though Chester didn't have the right to know about that. After Fisher replied to his question, Chester went on with his turn, "Nothing much going on as well, although I am planning to get a scooter. Studying for the exams so that I can get the driver's license. Maybe I can let you jump in for a ride," he grinned. At least, that was another thing that Chester was looking forward to.
The female the mentioned about offering them the lift via her car. Normally, Chester would refuse, but the weather was not on their side right now. "That, I'll accept," he nodded after staring at the view outside, knowing that there wasn't much of a choice. And with that, after grabbing his umbrella from the stand, he waited near the exit for the other two, knowing that the female may guide the two to her car once they would reach the parking lot later. To be fair, he was unsure about what her car looked like in the first place.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: The Cat's MeowStatus: SingleMood: mostly goodCompany: Fisher and a girlMoney: $28.00 (Wallet); $1375.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2019 5:15 pm
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2019 10:59 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Tiffany let out a purr, a sign that she was feeling a bit too nervous for the check-up. Chester had to reassure her with a pat on her head together while he whispered, "Hey, it's not going to take long. It's to make sure that you stay alive and healthy." There was a chance that he would have to change the cat's diet plan since she had grown up after months of being by his side. Today's a lucky day for the pet owner, mainly because there's the free check-up coming along for cats and it's a once-in-a-lifetime moment for Chester. Because of that, he woke up a bit earlier as usual, hoping that he would at least sign-up early before the line would grow and the waiting time would become so long.
And that was what he did. The two ended up arriving early and there was a small line for registration. Chester ended up listening to the music on his media player while waiting. At least Tiffany has a collar attached to the leash so that she wouldn't have to wander that far while being under his company. After seven minutes, it was his turn to fill up his part of the form, and he ended up sitting down while Tiffany yawned. The cat knew she would have to stay calm and patient until it would be her turn, despite the fact that she was still nervous. She simply laid down, eyes wandering aimlessly at what's close to her.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: The Cat's MeowStatus: SingleMood: mostly goodCompany: TiffanyMoney: $25.00 (Wallet - after various expenses); $1275.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2019 11:52 pm
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2019 5:09 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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The orange-haired male was still engrossed in his music, eyes closed, internally humming in his head to lessen the noise. When he reopened, there was the brunet approaching Tiffany and the stranger gave the cat a gentle pat on the head. The cat purred softly, starting to feel relaxed under the touch, though Chester was now curious at the newcomer. Was the brunet a newcomer to the job? He wasn't sure, but the other male was definitely good-looking. Chester had to take off his earbuds, letting them rest close to his neck, before replying, "That's my cat, Tiffany. Whatever trick you did to her, she has grown fond of you so suddenly."
Tiffany then stopped purring and rubbed her nose close to the brunet's palm. "So, are you a new worker for the pet shop? First time meeting you here and you seem to be good with animals. Definitely fitting for the job," Chester commented. The cat then leaned down, feeling calmer now with the brunet close to her side, closing her eyes as she fell asleep. If only the male would be Chester's neighbor so that he would learn more about the other...
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪Location: The Cat's MeowStatus: SingleMood: mostly goodCompany: Tiffany, new workerMoney: $25.00 (Wallet); $1275.00 (Bank)OOC: |
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2019 11:31 pm
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 7:18 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Chester waved a hand when the worker apologized for overstepping the boundaries a bit, a sign that he was chill with that. "Nah, you're good. She rarely hisses at anyone who dares to go near any of us," he explained. In fact, those who dared steal his stuff inside the house deserved the hissing together with claws coming out. He nodded when the other mentioned about the feline calming down after the little gesture bestowed to her. "Indeed, best that she should be on her good behavior later on," he spoke. When the cashier was offering the hand for the DJ to shake, the ginger-haired was fast to reciprocate, accepting the gesture and performing the deed before letting go a few seconds later. Definitely warm, though not as much as the freshly-baked bread that he made himself the other day.
"Indeed, I am a regular. Though it's actually my first time hearing your name. Call me Chester, the DJ working at that nightclub in the city. Today's actually my day off," he confessed. Perhaps, life went on so fast that he tended to forget some things. "Though for how long did you work here exactly?" he questioned. That may be another thing that was lost in oblivion since he had other stuff to do. And with the exams coming in for his license, that couldn't be helped. There was the crying sound of a little girl since she found out that her rabbit's actually dying and the girl had run off, much to the shock of her mom and a few others. Chester sighed when he heard that wail, "Yeah, this will be a long one, but condolences to that poor kid right there."
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 6:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 6:29 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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Okay, so Kisari's time of employment wasn't completely new. Ooops. That one aside, he nodded at the question about music being his passion, "That's right. I actually have a social media channel wherein I'm sharing my creations. But I have something else to do, having to study for my driver's license." The ginger-haired didn't mention yet about getting a new scooter; that would still take some more time. He frowned at the mention that Kisari wished that there were some things that he could do, especially with the poor girl crying because of the dying rabbit. Death could snatch anyone at any time, and no human or animal would be spared from such fate.
He then watched the cashier comforting the girl with the flower. He smiled, though at the back of his head, there was a nostalgic memory of his time with Jessie. The bouquet that he gave her as a proof of love... indeed, such relationship didn't last long. he was only brought back to reality when the kid went back to her mom.
"Glad to know that she'll be fine," he said, and then he had to turn off his media player since leaving it on for another while longer would drain the battery."Anyway, up to what time is your shift for today, Kisari?" he asked. Chester wouldn't plan for something big, but it would depend if the other would have some free time in his hands. He woudn't mind rescheduling to see what would seem appropriate for both sides.
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