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Post by SASHA L. on Jul 24, 2013 18:36:32 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#eee;] all my dead friends look a lot like you | | [atrb=style, background-color:#333; max-width:360px; ] Sasha panted hard, stretching her arms above her head as she tried to catch her breath. Taking a jog was way harder on the open road than on a treadmill. She’d been surprised at how hilly Sepalum was. The blonde uncapped her water bottle and chugged down whatever was left. The day was beautiful, for anyone who wasn’t exercising. The sky was bright blue and clear and far as the eye could see. The sun’s rays beat down on ground heating it up to high temperatures. There was no breeze and Sasha had to resort to fanning herself with her hand. It had been pretty uneventful today. She’d been trying to keep herself cooped up in her ranch. Sasha had watered her plants at least twice during the day. She’d shopped online for a couple of hours and had even forced Orville to go grocery shopping. All just to stay home and wait for the mail man all day. Still no sight of the handsome bastard.
God, the mail man. It was almost love at first sight. Almost. If the woman could fall in love. She supposed it was closer to a friendly acquaintance. They were friendly enough that she didn’t have to worry too much about her current grody appearance. She didn’t actually know the mail courier though. All she knew was that the person who delivered the mail delivered her packages, and her packages were valuable. Wonderful, beautiful clothes and other things she probably didn’t need. Although she had promised herself to cut back on the shopping and save some money she was still trying to well, cut back. But it was just so hard. She didn’t even care she had nowhere to wear her chic ball gowns or high heels. She would wear them around the house. It didn’t matter she needed these clothes. They were probably her only other pleasure other than gardening. So there she stood directly outside her little flower ranch right next to the mail box.
Sasha glanced at her watch before wondering if she had gotten the dates mixed up. Today her beautiful pink pumps would be arriving, according to Amazon. It was already five o’clock and yet, nothing. She hadn’t left the ranch all day! “Oh, curse it.” She sighed wiping off the sweat from her forehead. The mail man probably didn’t have a package for her. Usually she had her mail before six o’clock and it was too close to be getting mail. Just a she was about to turn around and go shower something on the horizon caught her eye. Could it be? Was it really? Sasha giggled excitedly. She could already see those wonderful pink pumps wrapped carefully in tissue paper just ready for her to break them in. As the person approached her bright smile disappeared and the disappointment really set in. “No presents for Ms. Lawrence today…” the florist said to herself visibly disappointed in Amazon and the main system.
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Post by trick on Jul 31, 2013 0:48:40 GMT -6
His only day off this week and he couldn't sit home and just relax. Nope, that urge called to him. Explore! It was shouting, see new things! He had sighed and shook his head, getting out of bed and going on his usual routine on days off. Shower, breakfast and out the door. He was feeling a bit different this morning, a bit simple so he went with his white cotton shirt and his blue jeans, not to mention his green and white striped hat. Oh...and his sword, he never went anywhere with out it resting in its sheath against his left hip. Easy and comfortable, even if he felt pangs of guilt for leaving his black robe behind, he went out the door and didn't look back. He had explored much of this town while he lived here and there was still more to see. Such as the ranching area they had around here. All that open space with fields of various plants and trees. It was these people who gave them food to buy to eat every day. He was grateful they were here, hell he'd thank a few of them if he ever did come across them. He could have been a rancher, if he ever did learn to really stay put and take care of the crops. Since staying put was never going to happen, it had been out of the question, though he admired those who did.
The day had flown by and he was still in the ranching area, exploring to his hearts content. He came across a peculiar sight, a person shaking in his boots as three wild cats surrounded him. "You alright?" J.T asked, pausing, his finger thumbing the hilt of his sword. The man looked terrified, a bag holding a package slung around his shoulder.
"N-n-no, terrified of cats. Allergic to them as well." One of the cats took a step towards him and he jumped a foot back, whimpering a little. J.T held back a snort, grinning widely at such a sight.
"A grown man afraid of cats? If you want I can get them to lea-" A cat jumped at the man's feet, causing him to shriek and run off, the bag falling and hitting the ground. "What about your bag?!" J.T called after him but the man was already gone. The cats started to investigate the bag but before they could get inside J.T snapped his finger and the bag flew towards him and into his awaiting arms. The cats look disappointed but J.T just waved them away before investigating its contents. It appeared to be a package of some sorts, addressed to a Sasha L. The address was only just a short ways from here, might as well finish what the mail man had started eh? He walked down the road for a few more minutes before spotting the ranch in question and what must be the woman in question as well, waiting for what he guessed to be the man that was now running to the hills on account of some cats. The thought made him grin again outright but the grin soon disappeared as he got closer and noticed that the woman looked quite disappointed to see him. Probably wanted her normal mailman, he could understand that. He unslung the bag from around his shoulder and offered it to her. "Package inside is addressed to this ranch, you Sasha L?" He asked, his eyes looking her over. She looked a bit sweaty like she had been running to be honest but she had a beauty that shown through such a state and he couldn't help but grin despite himself.
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Post by SASHA L. on Aug 11, 2013 19:38:27 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#eee;] all my dead friends look a lot like you | | [atrb=style, background-color:#333; max-width:360px; ] Sasha absently flicked her mailbox’s red flag up and down before as she tried to remember her calendar dates. She’d made note of the arrival days but something had gone wrong hadn’t it? She tried not to put too much blame on herself. After all she was human. Still, it was disappointing to have been expecting something all day and to realize she’d have to wait just a little longer than expected. She perked up hearing herself being addressed. Sasha looked up at JT suddenly beaming in realization that he’d brought her the package instead. “Ah- Yes I’m Sasha good sir!” she began excitedly, returning his grin with a happy smile. The blonde had focused entirely on the package but suddenly it dawned on her how subpar her appearance was at the moment.
The woman paused, blushing profusely as she tried to clean up a little. She quickly passed her sleeve over her brow and face wiping away straw sweat. The heiress turned away for a moment tugging at her bangs nervously before stopping. Without a mirror all this was pretty much hopeless. “I wasn’t exactly expecting company.” She began apologetically, turning back to face the stranger. “If I may ask, you don’t really look like a mailman.” The blonde continued relieving the man of the package. She suppressed the urge to rip it open with her French manicure, instead focusing her entire attention on the young man before her. Sasha glanced at the weapon at JT’s side before looking back at him. “Usually mail couriers don’t carry around a sword. Unless there’s been a recent increase in thieving that I haven’t heard of.” She said with a nervous chuckle, her face burning with shame. She really didn’t like being caught off guard. How could she have been out in public like this? Good God, was she letting herself go? Inconceivable! She wouldn’t allow it.
There was a strong possibility the man wasn’t really a mailman. It had been nice of him to bring her the shoes though. He’d have to forgive her appearance. “W-Would you like s-something to drink?” Sasha offered before clearing her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. She smiled politely before continuing. “You can tell me all about how you found my mail over a glass of lemonade.”
ooc: sorry it took so long ;u;
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