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Post by Sam Witwicky on Nov 10, 2009 3:52:44 GMT -5
Sam had the day off, and decided to take a walk to get a few groceries that his small family was really short on while Mikaela had Daniel and were resting at home. Approaching a random Albertson's grocery store, he reviewed what few items he needed. A few kitchen items, some food and a few items for Daniel. Grabbing a basket, he walked into the store. "Before I forget, I'll get the kiddie food. Can't believe I even have to think about it now..." Promptly, he walked down one of the main sections to the left and headed towards the refrigerated sections for yogurt and other random snack items kids like to eat daily.
[sorry for the uber short intro, my mind is slowing down.]
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Post by Alice on Nov 21, 2009 0:16:32 GMT -5
Alice walks through this ancient place, thoroughly examining all acceptable actions. The aisles were lined with various foods that seemed nutritious for these beings. They were junk in her eyes, and she couldn't help feel juvenile of accepting this mission.
Her master, her brilliant master, had planned it though. Therefore, she had to obey, never to ask questions. She was sure that a definite explanation would come later on. Her eyes wondered at the man near the frozen items. A brow is raised as she surveyed the being. Sam Witwicky. A mischievous smirk crosses her lips. Then it is pursed, as the memory of the temper mental girl friend of his had come to Alice's mind.
Millions of possible plots filled her head as she cautiously drew near. This was fate. A time for her to come on top, even if, only in some form. [sorry for lateness, I still am getting the hang of playing her] |
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Nov 21, 2009 5:01:17 GMT -5
[no probs, Chris told me she needs to slowly be 'discovered' anyway.]
Walking with a swift pace, and the black shopping basket hanging form his left arm, Sam headed towards the dairyl section first to get some lunch meat, cheese, and milk. By the time he covered the required sections, Sam would have enough to fill the basket and not enough to need a cart. Sam grabbed some lunch meat and then some pre-sliced cheese, and felt a chill move down his spine as he walked over towards the large refrigerators to get a gallon of milk. The chill left him feeling goosebumps underneath his hoody temporarily, and the source wasn't from the coldness of the displays. Distracted, he blindly grabbed for the painfully obvious black handle of one of the refrigerators, but missed twice as he looked to either side of him down the isle to see if someone was watching him or nearing the area. Whatever this feeling was, he didn't like it. This feeling was confirmed when he turned to look slightly behind him.
Something struck his chest. Sam didn't know what it was, but seeing this striking young woman almost made him loose his grip on the black basket, which luckily, obviously only had a few items in it at this point. His heart didn't skip because this young woman had a beautiful face and smooth blond hair. Rather, it was because of the memories he recalled from his first [horrible] year in college when all the second stage of action between the Autobots and the Decepticons began to conjure. Sam couldn't believe it was her, and for a moment he looked confused because of his surprise and fear. It can't be her, it just can't! he tried to make it look like he didn't recognize her, but he was pretty sure he failed. Even though Alice wasn't a real Decepticon, Sam really didn't like her, and she was quite scary. The memories were unpleasant ones, and now they were racking his brain again.
A semi serious smirk was etched on her beautiful but intimidating face, and because of those memories, Sam knew very well as to why she wore it. Quickly, he turned and grabbed for the milk again. Perhaps if he moved quick, he could get the necessities and go before he risked suffering from one of her attacks. Unfortunately, Sam already felt doomed.Crap crap crap...he grabbed the milk, put it into the basket, and stepped away quickly, keeping an eye on her with his peripheral vision as he headed towards the cereal isle. Sam just KNEW he couldn't get away with out saying anything, but it was worth trying.
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