Lacking the Essentials

[Andy]

The night before, Audi had decided that spending any length of time in this city would require going to the shopping mart people'd blogged about and getting some essentials. This included toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, conditioner, a towel, a washcloth, a hairbrush, a razor, deoderant, food, and eyeliner. Clothes, of course, would also be nice, but those were found in a different store. She'd get those after picking up these things.

So she was scanning the aisles looking for everything she needed. On the way here, and upon entering the building, she had thought about where all the stuff in the store might have come from, and how the food stayed good. She stopped when she got a headache.

Despite the fact that the circumstances of arrival weren't exactly normal, Audi had decided that she could live with this change. She was used to moving around and would have found a new city within the next year or two anyway - possibly sooner. The only real downside to this was restricted freedom - she COULDN'T leave, or at least it wasn't advisable - and the fact that she had to leave every person she knew behind. That was tragic, but also: how many people got the chance to - legally - completely restart their lives? Not many. None of the citizens here knew of any past mistakes she had made. She didn't know any of theirs. This wasn't such a bad thing, really. So Audi told herself, and for the most part, she believed it.

Audi hadn't yet figured out if there was a way of transporting the stuff she bought by anything but walking, so she'd have to wait to buy the home improvement stuff. She had slept there one night and already she was sick of the blah-ness of the place. She was thinking about painting the walls a bright blue. Blue was pretty, after all. And hey, if she got sick of it, she could re-do it. It wasn't like anything here cost her money, as far as she knew.

Not finding anything in this aisle she found necessary to have right now, Audi turned into the next aisle.

[peytondrek]

Peyton decided, after his little episode in the park, that getting some sort of medication would be a good idea. He kind of wandered through the streets until he found a place that looked something close to a pharmacy or a grocery that possibly had one in it. The best thing about being medicated since his early tweens was the fact that he never forgot what medications that he took and remembered them all by scientific name. In this instance, though, he reasoned with the possibility he'll just have to start chugging bottles of Advil.

They tasted like M&M, so there's that.

When he stumbled across the threshold of the store and blinked to the bright, white, fluorescent lights. Those things always managed to eff with his vision and give him minor caliber headaches. Peyton snapped his teeth at the shelves that seemed to reach back forever and a day. This means they've GOT to have some sort of pharmacy around here somewhere...passing out in the park was definitely not one of his better days/nights and he plans not to do that again.

Straightening his vest, Peyton set out triumphantly, walking past each of the isles with small glances down each of them in an attempt to look for something that might catch his interest.

[Andy]

...And saw him again. The Peyton kid. He was...interesting, to say the least. But long-term exposure will cause headaches and and possible cancer - those studies were inconclusive. She weighed the pros and cons of being seen....And the cons weighed out. She was here to get what she needed, not be shredded by the kid's words.

So...Before he noticed her, she was going to scram. She took a step back, starting to turn...and dropped her shampoo.

Damn.

She knelt to pick it up.

[peytondrek]

Peyton paused, rolling into the wave of dizziness that seemed to come out of no where. Turning towards the sound of something dropping off the shelf, he made his way back through the isles, stopping when he came to the girl he had met in the park. His brain couldn't recall a name, if she even wanted to tell him, nor could he accurately remember her face but it was her hair. He often remembers hair.

Peyton stood for a long second, staring blankly at her before turning away coldly. His muscles hauled his body away towards the typical direction of the pharmacy. That girl had enough of his crap for about a week or seven, no one should have to put up with being read and snapped at so often.

Reaching the medical isle, his heart sort of skipped a beat. His lips recoiled into a snarl at the bottles mocking him up on the walls. If he could go back and count all the pills he's taken, he wouldn't be surprised if it rivaled the amount here on the walls. A basket would be nice, or a bag or some sort, he started to think as he grabbed bottle after bottle of brand names and high dosages. 100mg? Weak. 250mg? Maybe if he were five...1000mg? Slightly better, he sighed over his shoulder, "Why can't there be any higher dosages?"

[FoxyChan]

Day 3

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Caitlin walked through the doors, rubbing her arms underneath her jumper. 'Jeez...bloody freezing outside now' A warm blast of air hit her making her smile slightly before she grabbed a large trolley and pushed it through the store, she was on a mission. After putting her clothes away in her apartment she had sat down with a cup of tea to relax, however the brightness of the white walls and the floors started to give her a migraine 'The white has to go!'

So here she was, getting paint, brushes, curtains and anything that would make the apartment feel more 'homey'. Caitlin also wanted to see if they had any of her medication; migraine tablets, anti-depressants, etc. She decided to get those things last, so she pushed the trolley to the aisle that housed the DYI products. She wandered about the aisle looking at the various colours until she found the perfect paints; silvers, greys and dark greens. 'Hmm...I wonder if I could...YES! That would be perfect' She grabbed a couple buckets of each of her favoured colours as well as several packs of paintbrushes and rollers and dumped them into her trolley before returning and grabbing a couple packs of dust sheets - there is no need to get paint on everything.

Caitlin continued down the aisle until something caught her eye, wooden floor stainer. 'That would be perfect for darkening the floor' She tried to calculate how much she would need if she stained the floor of her whole apartment but gave up quickly. Her maths skills were utter crap. Grabbing a couple of tins, she reasoned that she could always return if she needed more. She also got some dark grey paint especially for wood. "Dad taught me well, at least I'm not as hopeless as some people when it comes to decorating" Caitlin sighed, thinking about her family was starting to upset her. She shook her head and then carried on her shopping.

[Andy]

Audi was left staring with a cold pit in her stomach as he turned away coldly. She hadn't even managed to figure out yet what to make of him, and he seemed to have developed some odd hatred of her. She hadn't even DONE anything...he was the one always shooting his mouth off at her. Seriously.

She recovered her original state of mind quickly. She was hardly going to let someone as obviously screwed up as this kid bother her. Come to think of it...She didn't let very many people bother her.

She had just turned to finish her shopping when he called out, "Why can't there be any higher dosages?"

Okay...Audi didn't let many people bother her. But this kid could give her a headache. Was he on a constant PMS schedule or something? She'd just have to be polite, give him no reason to hate her, and put up with his bullshit. That's the way to deal with these kinds of people, right? And at least he seemed fairly harmless.

"I'd check behind the counter if you're looking for something stronger...There's no one around to stop you, after all," she pointed out.

[peytondrek]

"I don't hate you," Peyton said clearly as he walked past the girl with his little shirt-basket full of clanking bottles. He didn't give her much thought but he was sensing that she was one of those people who liked too much to please. Telling her that straight up would have probably been a little rude, not that it's much stopped him before, but like he thoguht prior, she's probably had enough of him.

Then again...

She was the one that spoke to him first on this occasion. She could've gone on about her business with shampoo and crap, left him behind in a blizzard provided by cold-shouldering. He kept walking towards the check out lane, though. If she was going to say something about his dickliness, then she will.

Proceeding to check out, he watched the other girl who was busying herself with collecting decorative objects, probably for the apartments that seemed all too homely to him. Plain, boring, harbouring a crap-ton of secrets. At least someone was trying to make it seem a but like home. The bottles tumbled lamely on the conveyor belt and started to roll until they got to the end of their chain. He watched her with flameless eyes, it also seemed like she was giving up. Once you make a home for yourself in a place, it's pretty much like saying there's nothing else to do but stay there and rot.

Peyton snapped his teeth.

As the beep from the scanner echoed off like an after thought, running bottle after bottle through the infer-red light, he kept his jaw tight and his aura rather stand-offish. A lines from a forgotten song ran repeatedly through his head:

I'll be fine

Even though I'm not always right

I can count on the sun to shine


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OOC: The song is Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last For A Night) by All Time Low

[FoxyChan]

Day 3

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Turning her head Caitlin saw a guy at the checkout counter scanning various bottles. 'Hmmm...more people...interesting' She caught his eyes and gave him a shy smile, she was always nervous around new people, especially without anyone else with her, like Beth.

Caitlin diverted her eyes back to her task; finding some curtains. The idea of making her own passed her mind, but she shook it off. 'I'm not too good with sewing, if they have them may as well buy some ready-made' She pushed her trolley further down the seemingly never-ending aisle until she found them; the perfect curtains. Caitlin ran her hand down the black silk and traced the intricate silver patterns with awe. "Who would have thought I'd find something like this here?" She whispered, picking up a sealed pack and placing it delicately in her trolley. She crouched down and also picked up a matching duvet set and smiled. 'Perfect'

Caitlin glanced at her communicator and gasped a hour had already passed, and she couldn't help but giggle. 'I'm actually enjoying this...' A twinge in her stomach told her that she was slightly hungry, so she decided to finish her shopping quickly.

She headed to the aisle marked 'Medicine' to pick up what she needed, smirking as she noticed it was organised in alphabetical order. First stop 'F'. Caitlin sighed as she spotted what she needed and grabbed at least two months worth and did the same with her other greatly needed meds.

A sudden thought plauged her mind as she reached the checkout. 'How the hell am I meant to get this stuff home?!'