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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Oct 26, 2020 20:27:51 GMT -4
i want to do right by you,
i'm finding out that cheating gets it faster  Bishop and Wes needed food. This time it wasn’t even the dog speaking entirely, though his contributions were notable, it was just a fact. In the aftermath of the Fuchu outbreak, getting what they needed had gotten harder, and ever since Wes decided he didn’t want to go on jobs anymore, it was just on Bishop. His hands weren’t near as quick, he wasn’t near as subtle in his methods, but he was doing what he could. It didn’t take that much to pocket some things from 24/7 stores, pull the old “knock someone down and pick their pocket picking them up”, there were ways. It didn’t work nearly as well without Wes, but that was just how he had to run right now.
Feed your pack, feed yourself, don’t get caught. I know, I know, don’t get caught. Caught means no more Wes, it does. Caught means bad food, it does.
Bishop was hungry. He could work on getting a more steady source of supplies once he got something in his stomach, something small would work for now. What could he pull off? He was tired of just chips and candy. He needed actual food. Meat. Maybe vegetables. Meat. Mostly meat. But also needed to be something he could either pocket, backpack, or run with. That ruled out some places. Couldn’t hit an actual restaurant without getting caught. Couldn’t hit the same 24/7 stores he had been, they had to be knowing his face by this point. He knew he stood out. Had to be a place he could snag enough for himself and Wes too though. ...Shit, this was hard without Wes, he couldn’t just play distraction.
We have a jacket, we do, can shove it full and just wander. Pockets too. Backpack has some space too. Hell yeah.
That’d do. Had to be somewhere with people around but not enough, and god he was tired of convenience stores...as he wandered, the answer hit him quick: rows and rows of fruit laid outside. He knew what they meant, he’d learned by this point, that meant grocery store. That will do just fine. He looked around for a moment, noting any security around. Not much, perfect. He snagged an apple, dipping into a nearby alley and setting up against the wall. Had to at least mostly plan for this. He knew he had to be careful, but he mostly just wanted to go and storm the place.
Calm down, we’ll get food soon. Get chewy candies too, we’ll get them.
He crunches down on his apple, trying to get at least a bit of a sugar buzz going for this, get something in his stomach. Couldn’t have his music in, had to satisfy the dog somehow. The crunch was nice, always loved a crunch. He might not know what a lot of the fruits they had over here were, but apples, apples were always apples. They even tasted like the ones back home. It didn’t take him too long to make short work of the apple, core tossed deeper into the alley before he got up and shook himself off.
Not meat, not filling, I know, just wait.
He let out a breath, nodding. Go time. He slipped into the store, getting to exploring and getting a lay of the land. Prowling really, even if he was sure to at least try to look low-key.
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Nov 2, 2020 5:58:21 GMT -4
Another beautiful day that Amare decided he would not waste inside. His extra-credit classes had ended and with his great skill in avoiding homework he quickly found himself amongst civilians and stores, the idea of shopping quickly taking control of his cognitive functions. Would it be shoes or pants this time around? Perhaps a nice shirt and jacket combo. Glasses and a scarf to match the ensemble and bring everything together. The thought of looking good in a newly bought outfit brought a goofy smile to the young boy's face. Something about shopping just brought him all kinds of joy he could not explain to the regular guy or girl.
Shopping was definitely something that took his complete concentration. Lately he found himself wanting to get more and more distracted...ever since "that" happened. It has been a few weeks now since those texts were exchanged, but Amare still could not come to terms with it. Was he really as bad a person as Colt made him out to be? Beaumont seemed not to think so but Colt had laid out his reasonings so perfectly...Bumping into a passerby shook that train of thought out of the dark-skinned teens mind.
No, Colt was not perfect. It was exactly that, his want to be perfect, that brought him to lead Amare on. It was mean and cruel and nothing Colt could say would make Amare want to return to the way things were before. The future hero was more understanding of himself now and what he wanted in life.. sorta. At the moment it definitely was not Colt, it was shopping. Buying things would make him feel better, and if that didn't taking pictures of himself back at his dorm coupled with a few poses would without a doubt do the trick.
It was not like Amare had done anything wrong. Sure he got into a bit of trouble concerning the well-being of a friend's pet. Sure that pet had passed away on Amare's watch and in a desperate attempt to dodge the blame, the young student plotted to get rid of the body with another student. But that was just it! He only plotted, nothing came of it. He had gotten into so much trouble from his homeroom teacher that he had to take the blame for the dead pet as a sort of "penance" for his negligence. Hinata-sensei really drove it home and because of that yelling match, Amare had decided to run and regroup at Hiro's house. Spending two weeks there things were starting to blow over, allowing Amare to feel a tiny bit better about going back and being in school. He had made one small mistake, and yet he got into so much shit he honestly felt like dropping out. Luckily those types of thoughts quickly disappeared during the time he spent at Hiro's apartment. Well, until that fateful conversation with Colt...
Before he hit the boutiques however, Amare would feel a pang of hunger as he headed to the nearby store to grab something to eat. He was thinking of something hot and warm to keep him satisfied until he got back. However something cold he could enjoy just as well, the weather calling for just that. As he moved amongst the isles in the store something strange caused a shiver to travel up Amare's spine. Something was off...Whether it was a result of the riots or his fight during the zombie incident, but Amare had discovered that he could sense when something was about to happen. Since his experience told him it usually pertained to him getting hurt Amare would be on the defensive now, keeping an eye out for adults who looked suspicious or extra villain-esque while he walked about the store.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Nov 12, 2020 18:03:07 GMT -4
i want to do right by you, i'm finding out that cheating gets it faster Whereas there may have been some suspicious looking adults around, there always were, it was not them that the store had to worry about. At least not at this moment. After making his first casual prowl through the store, Bishop thought he had a pretty good lay of the land so to say. General idea where the cameras were, general idea of what was where...but it had come at the risk of making himself somewhat known. Bishop did...not blend in. Among the streetwear, uniforms, and suits of those within the grocery store, his whole ‘look’ was bound to draw some eyes! Especially from someone who was more oriented towards noticing clothing and fashion. The messy black hair, oh so pale skin, faded and torn jeans, he looked rough. Arguably most notable would the comparatively very new looking t-shirt and the worn down denim jacket, heavily laden with pins and patches. Some made sense, band pins, iron-on patches, but others were a bit odder, such as handpainted patches and what appeared to just be a scrap of random fabric. All in all, he looked like he’d run through a thrift store and put on whatever had landed. Very crustpunk.
Not that his ‘look’ was what Bishop was focused on at the moment! No, what he was putting more effort into was walking the aisles, casually pocketing small things for his pants pockets while pretending to look at the shelves. Not the fanciest method, but it worked, especially when he was trying his best to keep his back to the cameras. He knew he couldn’t keep at it for long, but he could at least get some things for himself and Wes. Nothing massive, but something.
More. You have space, we do, just use the backpack. Use the jacket. I can do this, we can.
He kept his eye on the people around him as best as he could, trying to keep his face turned away from them as well as he could. Right as it was becoming a problem, he saw his solution: packs of medical masks. He had no idea why they were so common around here, but it was going to come in handy now! He snags a pack off the shelf, leaning into it to tear it open and snag one from the pack to pull over his face before shoving the pack into his jacket pocket. It’d do. Alright, now for the real stuff. He made another little run, shoving some things into his jacket before two things happened: one, he managed to get a good spot to hide in the corner and quickly shove things into his backpack. And two...in his excitement to do so, he hadn’t bothered to check if anyone was coming down the aisle. As he emptied the contents of his jacket onto the floor and started to fill the open space in his backpack with the contents, he happened to look up, catching someone walking down the aisle towards him.
Shit.
There were only a few options ready: try and talk to them, cut and run, dog out and ram into them to get out...or stand and fight. He’d hit every camera on the way out if he ran, but he’d hit even more if he dogged out, and fighting was out of the question. He should try talking, definitely. ...But someone else disagreed with that idea.
Coward. You don't even have everything we need. You can handle one person, I know I can but we’ll get arrested, who cares, we could take them too.
So he rose, staring the unfamiliar person down, trying to decide what to do... WORDS: 607 - NOTES: Been caught stealin' once... |
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Nov 13, 2020 13:40:59 GMT -4
As if there were not enough strange adults in the store, Amare's "sense" was working overtime. The strangely familiar tingle on the back of his neck was beginning to irritate him. He had to focus, he was here to distract himself from his wired feelings for Colt and prevent another emotional lash out like he did in his dorm. He was able to hide the debris really well and to this day hes convinced that nobody saw him get rid of the broken pieces of bed and desk. So instead of breaking things and becoming a stereotype he would be productive and progressive and shop, however as he tried he could not help but notice someone who was standing out a bit more than he thought he would.
The boy was young-ish though at first glance you would not care to pay him much attention. Being a hero in training Amare was taught to look for certain things in a person who could easily become a suspect depending on the circumstance. From where he was Amare could see the boy doing what his training described as scoping. He was moving and acting like he was shopping while paying attention to where the cameras were. A crime? Was that what he was about to do? Sighing as he knew he should do something Amare desperately did not want to be distracted. However, could this type of excitement not act as a solid distraction? Smiling to himself at the thought of stopping a crime, Amare moved to follow the boy but at a solid distance. He did not want to give away his intent, not yet.
They spent a few minutes doing this before Amare saw the boy switch from scoping to action. He started pocketing some items. From this distance he could not see exactly what it was and to his embarrassment Amare had actually lost vision on the potential criminal. Switching gears, Amare would start to look with intent to find the boy. It did not take long, if Amare thought like a criminal and put himself into those shoes he would realize that there were only a few places that one could be where the cameras would not notice. Turning the corner and starting to walk up the isle, Amare would gaze at the sight of a boy...not a criminal.
It looked like mostly food, was he hungry? His backpack was being stuffed with the items while having a mask on his face. Probably to hide his face which was a solid plan. Scratching the back of his head as he approached, Amare would try to look as non-threatening as possible.
"Uhh hey buddy. I noticed what you were doing back there and...
Wait was he really going to turn in this kid to the police? Or let the store owner know? Was Amare really that type of person? The boy was a criminal though, he was stealing. That was against the law, and the law cannot be broken without consequences. Thats what Amare was taught by those who want the world to be a better place than it is right now. There were things good people were supposed to do and if they did them, it would in turn make things everywhere, better. Right? So why did things turn out the way they did with him? Amare had been a good student and good son, even a good boyfriend. And yet here he was destroying private property and hiding it. Killing a friends pet, and hiding it. Mouthing off to students and teachers and getting in trouble for it. He even had detention (which he skipped out on). Maybe he was not the type of person to do good after all...
This isn't the place for that! C'mere. This...here...put that in your pocket...gimme this i'll hold it. Okay? Is there anything else you wanna grab or?"
Amare would say his heart racing as he helped the kid shove the items into his backpack. Shit this was exciting. He could not remember feeling this excited, but he could not relax because they would still need to get out.
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