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Scourge Sister Locked In [Closed]
Who| Vriska and Terezi
What| Locked in a store together and forced to have a feels jam.
Where| The Toy Colosseum
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Not yet but maybe. It is Vriska.
"Now this is more like it." Vriska mused to herself taking a moment to glance over at the new pair of really awesome red footwear she just recently obtained in one of the small mirrors.
This was a major improvement from the shitty white figure skates that were forced upon her. Though they weren't a complete waste. It might serve her well to keep a hold of the blades, which were now stored safely stored in her backpack. Welp! With this extremely important quest was completed she slung the pack over her shoulder to head back out into the mall, pausing. There was still time before the shops closed up for the night so she decided to check out the toy shop just across the way. Who knows, there could be some really good loot in there.
Cautiously she enters the stop making sure that there wasn't going to be any unpleasant surprises. After the shit they pulled last arena and in the Capitol, she was expecting everything to be a fucking trap. But when none of the wiggler toys didn't suddenly jumped out and immediately tried to chew off her face Vriska loosened up a bit. Idly she paced down the rows, scanning for anything of value. Toward the end of one of the isle something caught her eye. Eightballs. A LOT of eightballs.
She muffled a chuckle as she approached them, picking one up removing it from its box cracking a smirk. Fuck, she can't believe she missed these stupid things as frustrating they were. But they just felt familiar in her hands. Normal. Heh, just for shits and giggles she shook it.
"Will I win this arena?” She flipped it over to stare down at the opaque blue liquid as the little white pyramid came into view. Don't count on it. Vriska’s brow twitched with visible annoyance. “Oh what do you know anyways?!”
With a frustrated snarl she jammed it back on to the shelf with the others causing the whole display to come tumbling down with a noisy clatter. Vriska cursed under her breath at the pile of boxes that now surround her feet. She kicked herself free from the heap, sending a few boxes crashing against the far wall. Shit! Just her fucking luck. Good thing that no one was around to hear this.
Or thats what she thought.
What| Locked in a store together and forced to have a feels jam.
Where| The Toy Colosseum
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Not yet but maybe. It is Vriska.
"Now this is more like it." Vriska mused to herself taking a moment to glance over at the new pair of really awesome red footwear she just recently obtained in one of the small mirrors.
This was a major improvement from the shitty white figure skates that were forced upon her. Though they weren't a complete waste. It might serve her well to keep a hold of the blades, which were now stored safely stored in her backpack. Welp! With this extremely important quest was completed she slung the pack over her shoulder to head back out into the mall, pausing. There was still time before the shops closed up for the night so she decided to check out the toy shop just across the way. Who knows, there could be some really good loot in there.
Cautiously she enters the stop making sure that there wasn't going to be any unpleasant surprises. After the shit they pulled last arena and in the Capitol, she was expecting everything to be a fucking trap. But when none of the wiggler toys didn't suddenly jumped out and immediately tried to chew off her face Vriska loosened up a bit. Idly she paced down the rows, scanning for anything of value. Toward the end of one of the isle something caught her eye. Eightballs. A LOT of eightballs.
She muffled a chuckle as she approached them, picking one up removing it from its box cracking a smirk. Fuck, she can't believe she missed these stupid things as frustrating they were. But they just felt familiar in her hands. Normal. Heh, just for shits and giggles she shook it.
"Will I win this arena?” She flipped it over to stare down at the opaque blue liquid as the little white pyramid came into view. Don't count on it. Vriska’s brow twitched with visible annoyance. “Oh what do you know anyways?!”
With a frustrated snarl she jammed it back on to the shelf with the others causing the whole display to come tumbling down with a noisy clatter. Vriska cursed under her breath at the pile of boxes that now surround her feet. She kicked herself free from the heap, sending a few boxes crashing against the far wall. Shit! Just her fucking luck. Good thing that no one was around to hear this.
Or thats what she thought.