"How dare you," she teases, "how dare you not say everything perfectly the first time it's out of your mouth."
And with a wink and a fingerwag, she starts to investigate the back of the little shop. There's a safe under the cash register that doesn't open, but she doesn't think money is the most useful thing here anyway, and there's an employee break room and a store room with more boxes of shoes. She opens up the door to the employee bathroom.
The light switch is a bust, but she turns on the sink and finds that the water's still running. She grins as it fills the rusty sink and wipes some of the grime off the mirror, only pausing when she hears something above her.
"Oh my God!" It's only her combat-trained reflexes that save her life. She throws herself backwards, out the bathroom door and back into the main room of the store, not even entirely sure what it is that just dropped from the ceiling at her. She scrambles back and to her feet in time to see a spider the size of a bear.
A spider. The size. Of a bear.
It crouches in the bathroom, one of its eight legs creeping out into the hallway. Its eight orange eyes don't seem focused on her, but some part of her doubts that anything that has lasted in this environment really relies on sight. Its mouth, which Venus has to admit is approximately the shape of a maxi-pad, is full of little fangs and cilia that move as if tasting the air.
She scoots backwards and gets one of the shoe displays between her and the creature before it has a chance to see her.
Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]
And with a wink and a fingerwag, she starts to investigate the back of the little shop. There's a safe under the cash register that doesn't open, but she doesn't think money is the most useful thing here anyway, and there's an employee break room and a store room with more boxes of shoes. She opens up the door to the employee bathroom.
The light switch is a bust, but she turns on the sink and finds that the water's still running. She grins as it fills the rusty sink and wipes some of the grime off the mirror, only pausing when she hears something above her.
"Oh my God!" It's only her combat-trained reflexes that save her life. She throws herself backwards, out the bathroom door and back into the main room of the store, not even entirely sure what it is that just dropped from the ceiling at her. She scrambles back and to her feet in time to see a spider the size of a bear.
A spider. The size. Of a bear.
It crouches in the bathroom, one of its eight legs creeping out into the hallway. Its eight orange eyes don't seem focused on her, but some part of her doubts that anything that has lasted in this environment really relies on sight. Its mouth, which Venus has to admit is approximately the shape of a maxi-pad, is full of little fangs and cilia that move as if tasting the air.
She scoots backwards and gets one of the shoe displays between her and the creature before it has a chance to see her.
"Joly, stay back!"