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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 14, 2011 1:51:48 GMT -5
Product: AYDS DIET CANDY
It was rather exciting to be carried around in that van, whisking her away to the finer and more bustling parts of Verona that she rarely wandered to unless something was about to go down. When she was about to make some kind of crazy business deal, this was the place for her to go in. She looked out of the window in a daze as she made small talk with her team mates, eager to remember the faces of who she was cooperating with in this challenge.
The camera crew wasn't on her much, which was fine. It was probably better to not stand out too much at first in the beginning, but she wanted to slink her way through it with her wit and come out on top. Now that would be something that would impress the audience, and perhaps collect more of the fame that she desired in the region.
As the owner of the popular Pokémon Shop in Harris Megamall, she was recognized by the trainers in Verona that constantly glanced by her store. Other than that, she normally didn't bother talking to them and getting out there. The moment the van stopped and they were released with their choice of products, she held the Ayds Diet Candy in a large basket to carry around, since it seemed like one of the more portable ones. Oh dear, she was going to need some cooperation on selling this one. She waited with a curious expression at each of the other participants in the challenge, expecting one of them to come up to her and help her right off the bat. Hopefully none would actually like...compete with her. She wanted girls and team work, not the boys from the opposing team!
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 14, 2011 15:06:42 GMT -5
Product: AYDS DIET CANDYEleanor dragged a multitude of boxes containing the world infamous Ayds Candy. She glared at the other trainers, especially the males. Boys vs Girls. It was such a silly notion, but she felt this desire to win. Eleanor had always been a competitive person, and this time was no exception. There was only one problem. Eleanor didn't have a remotely business oriented mind. For the love of God, she was dragging around a box of product marked AYDS DIET CANDY in a fucking wheelbarrow. She was used to the whole S&M (Steal and Maim) approach. Persuading people to buy candy named after a particularly nasty STD without forcing them at Pokepoint would be less than easy. And then she saw the woman walking around, an air of confidence and superior indifference surrounding her. Wasn't she that bitch that ran the Pokemon Shop in Syl Harris' supposed "Megamall." She had never been there, but she had heard good things about the business sense that had taken her so far. "Hey," she said, drawing her wheelbarrow to a screeching halt beside her. "I'm just going to say it. I can't sell stuff for shit. You're a businesswoman. We're both girls. Would you like to team up?" Eleanor smiled swwtly-and falsely- at Camila.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 14, 2011 15:31:31 GMT -5
Product: AYDS DIET CANDY
Oh, now this was interesting. Eleanor looked like a rather classy lady, she had to say. Older and more mature than most of the contestants that she saw when glancing around her team, she smiled with pleasure at the fact that she wasn't going to end up with some incompetent children to complete the job. They would be able to do this, she was sure. Still, how were they going to manage pulling off this kind of job? Their advertising abilities were lacking, having only their products and their voices to pull this type of gig off. She wanted more than that. She wanted posters, perhaps a stand of some kind. She already was craving to have something big and flashy to make them stand out and attract the kind of attention she deserved in order to win this contest.
"Classy wheel-barrel." She commented with a smile, hands holding her basket filled with the heavy product and suddenly feeling that they had more than enough to sell. If they ever needed more then they could simply go back and retrieve some. However, the selling part was the issue. Clearly she was recognized when she was called a business woman, and she smirked at Eleanor with an inflating ego. "Sounds like a plan, feel free to call me Camila." Talking on a first name basis would've been more comforting, at least to her. Now then, already her mind was working in gears on how to start their idea. She was thinking of stopping by one of the stores first and buying a few things with her own pocket change.
"Now we could simply go around hassling people to sell our diet candy, calling them fat and shoving it in their face...or we can draw them to us like a magnet." She decided, though hassling people and calling them fat was an idea of fun, this would be more productive. "I believe I saw an arts and crafts store while in the van. I'm thinking of going over and bringing back posters to help grab attention." She was simply consulting Eleanor, deciding that communication was most important when handling this situation. There were already people staring at them, deciding that they were odd for having such a large basket and wheel-barrel filled with ayds. Hell, it wasn't even purple. Or herpes.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 14, 2011 23:13:22 GMT -5
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 15, 2011 5:53:17 GMT -5
Eleanor nodded with the warmest smile she could muster. Ayds Diet candy. It really was an unfortunate name. She had a suspicion from the reality programmes she guiltily enjoyed on the sidelines had seen in passing that the producers were giving them such impossible products in an attempt to push their emotional buttons.
Well, she would soon show them otherwise! She was emotionless and practical. Like a rock. Or a blade of grass before a careless child stepped on it. Whichever one sounded less emotional.
"Yes, that would be great," she nodded, before having her attention diverted by a girl. With a small sigh, she looked her up and down. She seemed tough enough. She could handle it.
"Well then, get started." She thought to herself for a moment, and came to a conclusion that made her blood run cold.
If Camila and Rebecca were to handle the posters and other such attractions...
She had to do the attracting itself.
Fuck.
"Luckily, I came prepared!" she yelled to the camera in faux cheeriness, doing an obnoxious v sign with her fingers that she always saw people do to show their confidence in media. After turning away from the camera, she resisted the urge to sob and banged her head repeatedly on the van.
How the mighty had fallen.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 15, 2011 17:30:27 GMT -5
Camila was more focused on Eleanor to notice the other participant walking towards them, not because she was unobservant, but because she took Rebecca's face as yet another one of the crowd. Eleanor agreed at least with her idea, which gave them a phase one of their battle plan. Yes, this was a battle alright. No, scratch that. This was war, and she was ready to gather her troops and assemble them to victory. Sure, this meant that she was taking a leader role, but she usually took it naturally without much thought. Besides, there was hardly any complaint from the red head. Even if Camila was being used by Eleanor, she most certainly didn't mind as long as she continued to benefit from the experience.
Rebecca had interrupted her train of thought just then, but it was very welcome as soon as her small defensive scowl turned into a more relaxed one. A team of three was much more useful than a team of two, though usually groups of three tended to have some difficulties. They did say that 3 was a crowd, but she was sure that she could manage this one somehow. "Welcome, then." She said pleasantly, honestly glad that they had more man power to handle this job. "Yes, I'm thinking about buying some supplies. I don't have the most artistic hand, but I have an eye for detail." She nodded, wondering if it would be more beneficial for Rebecca to come along.
Probably would be better to leave the two here as she went to buy stuff on her own, knowing how women such as herself could be in a store and shopping for pretty things. Now she was a little too much of a go-getter to dwaddle like that, but in a group, she'd have more trouble resisting spending a few too many pennies. "I won't be long." She gave them a casual wave as her legs carried her off to the nearest store, with a crewman following her with interest to keep an eye on her shenanigans.
There wasn't much for them to worry about though; the only thing of interest was how she gave one of the awkward teenage workers a menacing smile as she asked him to privately escort her to where each item was, carrying her own basket as he fumbled about with disgrace. She got what she wanted at least; two poster boards, large and white, markers and stencils for letters to keep things neat, she found these neat sparkly stickers that could help be used to decorate it a little more, and for some reason she found a very very loud air-horn that seemed perfect for scaring the hell out of people. She was going to guard it with her life. The total was a bit gross, but she was ready to actually start.
Camera crew followed her back out as she brought the supplies back in big bags with a tired sigh, knowing that this was really just the beginning. "Well ladies, I bear gifts." She replied as she dropped the bags before them, then wondered why Eleanor's head looked all bruised up. She glanced at Rebecca as if she was the offender, but no, that didn't seem likely. Girls were more likely to use nails and claw at other women, so it probably wasn't her. "There's two poster boards, in case they're completely blind. I'll help out." She looked at Eleanor, not knowing her name. Oh well. "Maybe you'll have some luck with this." So much for guarding it with her life; she tossed the air-horn at Eleanor so she could harass some poor, poor folks with it with the loud HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK it could potentially make.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 15, 2011 21:54:01 GMT -5
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At least they were accepting and willing to let another into their group, and here she thought all people in this city were stuck up bitches. What luck! What was left was the materials, but the older looking gal had already volunteered to go fetch and even buy the materials. This was already turning out better than she had anticipated! So far it was a free ride and all she would have to do is make a large poster for advertisement and sell a STD named diet candy. Okay, it would be hard, she lied. But the poor girl who was left with her started slamming her delicate head against the side of the van. Well, actually, she felt more bad for the van than she did for her, and that van looked really nice too! A few dents later and some major bruises later, neither the van nor Eleanor looked very appealing. All Rebecca could do was hold her head in her hands and watch as the anger vented through her head and onto the van. Actually, it was quite funny at second glance but they also needed her to advertise and stand out in front of the people as the main attraction. She wanted to volunteer, but she was already doing the poster and Rebecca didn’t want to throw herself at people to buy a crappy diet candy, nor did she have very pleasant social skills. It could end up in a fist fight, an emotional break down, it just wouldn’t work for them.
Camila sure made a nice run though. She brought back lots of supplies to use and what she got would be more than good enough to use for a poster. However, a canvas and paint would have been easier but this wouldn’t be a problem either. Camila quickly noticed the bruising on Eleanore’s forehead so fast that is was almost funny. However, Rebecca was not in a laughing mood, she felt quite run down as a matter of fact. She didn’t feel like laughing, arguing or anything but instead wanted to just work on this poster and be done. Everything or everyone else didn’t matter. Just as she looked back up to Camila, she caught a glimpse of her being watched suspiciously, probably from the bruises. I don’t think she likes the idea of modeling for this. That was it. Simple and sweet. Nothing more, nothing less except for a simple point of the finger to show Eleanore’s frustrated face and the dented car. Her hands were clean, she wasn’t short of breathe as if she were in a fight, but hopefully Camila wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
Thanks for the supplies though, this will work just fine. Any specific ideas you have already, or what should I do? Strange designs and patterns that focus on the candy, or should I have someone eating it? She wasn’t going to be very specific mostly for the reason that she didn’t know what to put down on this poster, but also because she was hoping somewhere in her heart that Camila or Eleanore would have some sort of idea. ~~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 16, 2011 14:40:54 GMT -5
Eleanor sighed to herself as she ceased banging her head on the van, coincidentally just as Camila returned. She noticed the businesswoman give them both an odd look that she didn't and couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.
As Camila dropped all the things she had collected onto the ground, she tossed Eleanor an air horn. She held it at arm's length for a moment, then lightly squeezed on the little red rubber section. The harsh blare from the tiny thing made several camera turn towards her, but she couldn't be bothered keeping up her perky façade, merely wincing and frowning as the air horn's siren reverberated through her ears.
As her head stopped screaming, she rubbed it with a groan of irritation, then caught sight of a particularly large woman squeezed into a pink sundress with yellow floral patterns....in the middle of winter. Suppressing the urge to return to banging her head on the van, she walked over to the woman with her best smile (which was degenerating with every minute.)
"Hi there!" she beamed, and, with a hint of malice, unloaded the air horn right into the woman's face. The potential customer responded by trumpeting like an elephant and glaring at Eleanor, who didn't lose her smile. In fact if anything, it widened.
"You look as if you could use Ayds Diet Candy, for all your weight and dietary needs!" she recited, having been reciting this less than optimal slogan for the last few minutes so she wouldn't forget.
The woman's face lit up, her scowl giving way to a delighted smile. "Why yes! However did you know? Lead the way!"
The woman looked around at the unfinished stall and half painted posters with a derivative sniff, but her need for Ayds outweighed her condescension. As they finally reached the centrepiece of the would be stall, a little girl stepped out from behind the elephant's legs. In stark contrast to the woman, this girl was thin, dressed smartly in winter clothes.
The woman moved a hand to pat the girl on the head, a deluge of sweat exploding from the released armpit as she did so. The girl looked very uncomfortable. "Now's our chance to get rid of that baby fat, sweetie!" She put her mammoth hands to her hips and opened her mouth wide, the smell of cheese bagels exploding from her gargantuan, multi chinned maw. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" she crowed.
Eleanor blanched, taking a step backwards. It was...for the girl? First off, the girl was thin enough already. Why did she need Ayds? Second, was the product even safe on children her age? She didn't know.
Complimenting the awkward silence, a tumbleweed blew across her path and into her leg. With a snarl of irritation, she kicked the tumbleweed with all her strength. In stark contrast to its rather light mass and simple constructtion, it ploughed through a nearby camera and ignited it immediately, causing the woman manning it to flee the set, screeching.
That done, Eleanor glanced nervously at the third girl to join their odd team. She had said that she was good at art, but could she even contribute to the team? Oh God, if she was stuck with dead weight she was going to give the cameras exactly what they wanted, before she cut them up, that was.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 16, 2011 15:14:45 GMT -5
Camila snorted at Rebecca's comment, as if amused by the bluntness and humor of her statement when they somehow settled the roles between the group. Eleanor was definitely going to be their spokesperson, at least until they had the posters decided on for their stall. They needed something attractive to get attention, and perhaps something shocking to open the eyes of the public and blatantly mislead them. Yes, she believed that she knew what she was doing exactly. Rebecca asked for ideas on what the posters should have, and honestly she didn't know. Having a person eating the candy seemed dumb to her though, so she could rule that one out. "It's not as if we can get sued for making stuff up about our product." She decided on, letting the poor Trainer's Gone Wild crew to clean up after all of her messes as she continued.
"Make it sound like it's a miracle candy. As if it was found from some distant land no one ever heard of. If you can make it look somewhat fancy, then it should be good." She decided on, liking the image in her head. Of course, she had no idea what Rebecca's artistic skills were like. Camila's weren't that much better most likely, not as if she was an art major or anything, but she did have stencils to help keep her hand steady when drawing. With two posters, there was something for her and Rebecca to do to be productive.
Camila had an idea for her poster to help make it mysterious, setting it on the ground due to a lack of a table as she started with the markers. Uncapping it, she used her right hand to draw the shape of a Spiritomb in the center of the poster. The colors were easy to recognize, and it did look a bit cartoonish, but that was fine. She had the green markings along the side, and carefully added the keystone base to it. Directly above the Spiritomb was a drawing of the chewable Ayds chocolate candies, drawing flashy yellow lines around it as if to make it stand out. It needed words on it of course, not just a noticeable image. The kind of Ayds you won't die from was written right at the top, using the black marker and stencils to make it look legible as she debated what to put on the side of the paper. Probably ideas for what it could do. Turn from a Combee to a Vespiquen! Lose 10 pounds per week! More smiles to be had when you devour Ayds! Things like that were sure to catch the interest of some. She was constantly distracted when she heard Eleanor attempting to pick up the most horrid looking woman to buy their product. God, she looked like a fat tourist whale that decided it would be fun to leave the ocean. For the love of god, throw her back in.
What was going on? No, wait. The woman had a child with her, and the child was the one taking the diet candy? Oh god, it was one of those mothers. Seeing the potential danger of the situation, Camila decided to take a different approach as she left her poster leaning against the wall, giving the ink a chance to dry. "Now now, baby fat is fine and goes away in time." She said somewhat pleasantly, taking a step beside Eleanor as she turned to stare intently at the mother. "It's you who should be concerned." The mother gasped at this statement, taking her daughters head and covering her ears as if she heard the most unpleasant thing ever! "A-Are you calling me fat?" The mother demanded with the scent of bacon trailing out of her mouth in a putrid green cloud.
"Your doctor should be ashamed for not giving you Ayds sooner. You know if you don't take our chewable diet pills before you suffer from a heart attack or a blot clot, they stick a tube up your ass?" Camila said it completely seriously, staring intensely at the woman who appeared to pale up at the thought of...tubes up her ass. "Wait...wait...are you serious? I-I'm not that big." She started to stutter, cracking as she was in denial of her own gigantic lardy ass, while showing fear of a surgical procedure involving a tube up her ass.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 17, 2011 0:43:55 GMT -5
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Rebecca listened to what Camila had to say and she was right about one thing. They sure as hell wouldn’t be sued for it. You do have a point and I like it… Rebecca let out a quite snort, feeling slightly silly about asking that question. Currently, Rebecca had two sides of the paper to draw on so in case she screwed up there was a back up, and that was never a bad thing to have. Camila wasted no time at all, diving right into the art supplies to make her first poster. Rebecca on the other hand stood there silently over her poster board, visualizing what she would do. She had a good idea after seeing Camila’s simple idea, but it would include less Pokémon. They weren’t the main subjects for the candy, humans were and so she would not include them. Instead, she drew some fancy looking figures into her drawing. More specifically, silhouettes would be the closest thing to describe her drawing. Taking the black marker she made an outline of a thin woman and man dancing with each other, hand in hand wearing some fancy dress for the girl figure. It reminded her a lot of a jazzy night club or Cinderella’s ball, the way the two were depicted. In the background many more silhouettes could be seem dancing, the top was left blank for now so she could add some text. Charcoal would have helped with the effect and mood of the picture, but she could find an easy way around it she was sure.
What did catch her attention was the amount of noise in the air. The two of them had already gotten a customer to their table, and all that came of it was a loud conversation as well as a few previous screeches from the horn before hand. Sure their intentions were good, but if only their intentions could be several octaves lower. And less disgusting too. Why is gods ball of hell called earth would they be talking about sticking a tube up someone’s ass? For Christ sake that’s why she had the diet candy! With one turn of the head it became obvious though, the woman was morbidly obese with no chance at a man or woman with any mind or not. She wouldn’t even touch her with a ten foot pole without a bottle of sanitizer to cover her body in! One thing was for sure though, this mom was not in the right mind and would run this kid into the ground if the three of them didn’t steer her right in this moment and time.
Rebecca intervened for a moment, stepping to the side of Eleanor to join the conversation. Big, not yet. But it can and will happen and soon the tube and doctors will soon come after. But you see, that’s where this comes in. Rebecca had a beaming bright smile on her face while underneath was an annoyed and ferocious woman. All she wanted was to work in peace, but with the size of this woman it seemed that they would easily take a bite out of their total candy by half. Not too bad of a trade. You see, this candy is only just getting popular amongst the people of Cheyenne. Ayds has been around for years. Only reason I know that is because I used it. Rebecca paused, letting the words sink in to make this obese woman understand that this was obviously the best thing for her. The key word was did, and now look at me. Rebecca pulled back her shirt to show her gorgeous curves to all that may be watching or debating on what to buy. You see this? I used to have fat on me, lots of it. This helped, this candy helped me switch things around. You’re talking to the one who has taken before and knows how well it works. Of course she was bullshitting this though, she ate junk like it was going out of style. She didn’t eat healthy at all but her body showed that she did exactly the opposite. However, if the lady could see how this she was compared to her… spherical shape of a figure, then maybe she could make some goods sales too!
Well I don’t know… She hesitated momentarily, not quite sure what to do or how to react. She still seemed a bit hung up on the childe though, seeming still convinced that the kids was fat Rebecca would guess.Trust us, the baby fat will go away. When they’re first born, the doctor says a fat baby Is a happy baby! This child in front of the mom seemed quite scared of her to be honest though, and rather unhappy. ~~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 17, 2011 23:42:05 GMT -5
Oh God...was Eleanor seriously going to have to play the middle man between Camila and Rebecca? She cringed at the thought. That van was suddenly looking like a reasonable home for her head once again.
But then came the thought of being beaten. The boys weren't her only enemies; the other teams were. She would beat the crap out of them-with superior advertising skills!
Her jaw cracked grotesquely as she tried for a genuine smile, making Free Willy's little girl start bawling in terror. Fortunately, the whale in question was too shocked from the revelation that she was morbidly obese to care about her calf.
Well, it was time to balance Camila's businesslike bluntness with Rebecca's calm assurance. "Look at it this way. If you take it now, when you're starting to...erm...expand" she said, mentally shooting herself in the head with a 90 calibre rifle for her tactful approach. "You could halt the process and reverse it," she finished.
The woman bit her lip with a worried expression. "Fine, I'll take two boxes," she decided. Handing over the money, she left with her crying child in tow, looking at herself in her daughter's toy compact, trying to fit her entire, multi chinned, flappy cheeked face into the tiny mirror's reflection.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 18, 2011 15:20:03 GMT -5
Camila also found amusement in her own statement, reacting to Rebecca with a mutual quiet snort as she shook her head thinking about it. She enjoyed her poster enough as it was, since usually products could have mascots of some kind to try and lure in others that would take an interest in it. Associations with the mysterious Spiritomb to the mystery of the amazing and powerful diet candy, that she found looked like tiny droplets of shit. They didn't really smell like chocolate, even though that was what it supposedly tasted like. Her own poster was leaning up against the wall to dry as she focused more on the conversation between Eleanor, Rebecca, and the large and obese woman before them. They really should try to sell their product to someone that looked as if they really needed it; there was a sense of self-satisfaction in that.
Rebecca took the lead quite nicely, claiming to have used the product of her own, even showing off her own curves to make the stranger believe that it worked. Camila found herself judging Rebecca's body before averting her eyes, as if she wasn't that impressed with what she saw. Eleanor's next sentence seemed to kill it completely, making her glare at the red head for wording it so terribly. 'God, I know she's fat but really?' She shook her head and pushed that aside for now, deciding that she could play along since it didn't seem completely ruined. The product was successfully sold; though whether it was because they were all rather intimidating when paired together, or because the woman actually wanted to lose weight, she couldn't be sure.
"Good work, ladies." She sighed, feeling successful regardless of the incident as the cash remained with Eleanor, who she trusted with the money for the time being. Hey, as long as things were being sold on camera, that made things count. Speaking of which, she started to scan the crowds to see where they were all hiding. It was natural to expect hidden microphones somewhere, possibly on their clothing as well, so everything was being recorded. A camera crew was creeping stealthily up from behind them, trying to get in multiple head shots as she did her best to resist looking at them directly-- it didn't work, and soon she found herself staring at them with disdain.
Sadly, while she wasn't looking a pest of a kid came rolling by on a skateboard on the neatly shoveled sidewalks. He looked to be about ten, possibly younger as he held a boyish grin and a baseball cap that was turned around. The brown haired lad ended up weaving right into their Ayds candy display, knocking all of the boxes down and nearly tipping the wheel barrel on the kid. She jumped at the sound as the kid groaned on the ground, turning and staring at the damages with a furious expression. 'No, wait. Calm. Calm.' She mentally repeated it as her furious one turned to one of thought, walking around to pick up some of the boxes and seeing that they weren't damaged. A little bent and dented up, but the product was fine. They could still sell it. She was actually relieved about that. Now that the important product was checked up on, it was time to see the less important child. "Hey, how do you expect to fix this?" She sighed and stood back up, holding a box in her hand as she waved it in front of her, expecting work from the boy for making a mess of things.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 19, 2011 22:00:11 GMT -5
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Everything turned out to be in the girl’s favor though. Soon after the mother whale had accepted the candy for herself and was off with two boxes and a handful of cash in Eleanore’s hand. Over all, not too bad. Actually, it was kind of nice to see the cash transferred to their hands. However, as one thing was accomplished another problem had found its way to them. Besides the annoying camera men who insisted on trying to be a nuisance to the three of them, a dumb shit skateboarder managed to knock all their boxes onto the ground. Rebecca could hear Camila’s angry groan and feel the not so pleasant vibes emitting from her. To be honest, she felt kind of scared that if she said anything bad at that moment in time, she would risk being on her good side and create more of a problem than Camila was already having. Again, she just wanted peace and quite today.
Ouch, my head… The boy rubbed the side of his head. More specifically, the side of this head that made contact with the boxes that he had knocked over just moments before. He knew he was in for it when some lady shouted at him, and he knew exactly for what. The kid picked up his skateboard, shaking a bit as he did. As tough as he thought he was, there was no way he couldn’t feel terrified from the sound of the tamed anger in her voice. As he got to his feet all he could do was keep his head down and eyes toward the ground. He felt so bad for this accident, but what was he to do? She could probably outrun him even on his skateboard, and when she caught up to him who knew what she would do to him! I… I dunno… I’m sorry to have done this though…
Though, why was a kid skateboarding in the middle of winter was anyone’s guess.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 19, 2011 22:58:32 GMT -5
Eleanor sighed in relief as they made their first sale. It seemed that things were looking up. Maybe they'd be able to do this after all. She seemed to have a decent saleswoman attitude. Maybe she could find a job on the side as a saleswoman. Quit Team Death and all her sadistic, bloodthirsty acts of vengeance. Yes, it was time to turn over a new leaf. From this day forth, Eleanor Rose was a NEW WOMA-
Her mouth open in a smile, Eleanor didn't even notice the approaching skateboard until it smashed into the display of boxes, tipping them over. Her fist, raised triumphantly, went limp as her dreams shattered, her smile contorting as a tiny squeak escaped her mouth.
Turning away from the display, she practically rammed her head into the van, denting it beyond repair and increasing the bruising on her head exponentially. A little bit of blood dripped from her forehead but she didn't even notice. She only had eyes for the child who had killed her dreams.
Her hands clasped the cuff of the boy's sweater, and with insane strength, she lifted him to her eye level as he froze in fear, her arm shaking with rage.
"You broke my displaaaaaaaaay," moaned Eleanor in a monotone, teeth glimmering in a smirking snarl, the smile on her face psychopathic as thoughts of violence swam through her head. "What are you going to doooooooooooooo about it?"
Seeing this woman with her bloody, bruised head snarling and smirking at him made the boy even more afraid. As he watched her without answer, her eye twitched with a ferocious spasm brought on by her quiet fury. With no idea of how to answer, the boy opened his mouth and wailed, tears streaming down his face as he hung limply in Eleanor's hand without struggle.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 20, 2011 1:11:15 GMT -5
Indeed, the boy was a natural Bart Simpson, skateboarding at all times of the year. Shame, but he was not about to grab a finger on her Butterfingers, or well, her Ayds Diet Candy. Same thing, since she doubted it actually helped customers to lose weight, and instead it gave them some kind of illness to make them more likely to vomit. The kid was in trouble, and from the sound effects that she could hear from behind her as she slowly turned to see Eleanor abuse the van in the distance, she couldn't help but sigh in frustration, hand on her forehead as she rubbed it and tried to think.
Knowing that they were suddenly the horrifying crew that the cameramen were getting all angles of, there was definitely no point in trying to calm their tits on camera. They were all somewhat guilty of something now, looking bad and tainted. Rebecca was smart enough to stay out of it, which she gave her credit for, but Eleanor reduced the child to tears within minutes. Much faster than suggesting a game of 'cave explorer' would have done, if you caught her drift. "I think we have two choices with this one." She wanted to make the boy pay, quite literally too as she tried to make the situation adapt suitably for them.
The boy sniffled, fearful of Camila since she seemed to be the one that hated him the most. Eleanor was just being shouty and scary, while Rebecca didn't bother him too much, but Camila was suggesting for him to DO something, which held him in anticipation. He rubbed his sore arms with sniffles, trying not to let the snot dribble out of his nose like an infant. "W-What do I do?" He wanted to run, and run fast. The only issue was that even with his skateboard, he doubted that he could outrun three grown women. They scared him so terribly too!
"Either you pay for some right now, or you're our servant for the day." Both choices sounded pleasant to her, assuming the boy didn't run off when they weren't looking. The boy cowered a little, then started to frantically search his pockets. "I-I don't know how much they are..." He said weakly, to which she responded quickly. "At least 20k a box." She said, not bothering to do the .99 thing at this point. She wanted every penny for herself, except it looked as if the boy was guilty, as if he didn't have the cash. Oh dear.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 20, 2011 21:59:03 GMT -5
[bg=lightgoldenrodyellow][atrb=height,500px,true][atrb=width,379px,true] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][bg=lightgoldenrodyellow] What was wrong with her team mate? Was there some sort of wish that she would get brain damage or something? It actually sort of worried her that Eleanore was beating her head against the van and even more worried about how badly damaged the car was getting. It was actually dented badly. badly! Rebecca wasn’t sure what to feel worse about. The fact that she was watching her team mate do these horrible things to her head, or the poor sap that would have to drive and repair the car.
When the small kid had knocked over the display after his reckless actions and skateboarding however, Eleanore had shown a new side of her that even startled her. Rebecca thought that Camila was mad, but Eleanore seemed to take this situation very… badly. She had grabbed the kid by the collar, near close to beating him upside the head a few times. Poor kid, though, Rebecca almost felt bad for him. Wait, no, she didn’t. She was actually getting annoyed by him already, snot nosed brat. It wasn’t so much that he was a small kid with a skateboard in the middle of winter with no godly reason to do so at all with no brain with nothing else to do, but rather how he looked like he was about to cry. Seriously, why the fuck was this kid skateboarding in the middle of winter? Rebecca would have to give Spirit a piece of her mind sooner or later.
I don’t have that money though…. I’m sorry… The kid continued to look down at his feet, expecting some sort of miracle to come out of nowhere and save him from his predicament. I mean, I could try and help but… w-what would I do?... The kid tried his best to fight back his tears and he was doing a pretty good job too. However, there was a little tear creeping up on him, sparkling in the winter’s sun. Rebecca continued to sit back in background instead of the spotlight with Camila and Eleanore, showing off their rather… unpleasant side of them. Maybe she just didn’t care enough? Hey, she had work to do! However, maybe they could get him to critique her posters, or stack the boxes again? That would be a good way to keep him busy and it wouldn’t be anything barbaric either. ~~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 20, 2011 22:16:04 GMT -5
Eleanor blinked, her manically bright eyes dulling slightly as her expression neutralised. She still held the kid, but not so roughly. The question was, what would she make this snot nosed brat do? Something sadistic, or something practical? Competitiveness or vengeance/
At the end of the day, competitiveness won, and she wiped her bloody forehead, staining the van's wind shield with red, and put the boy down, glaring at him to keep her intimidating first impression constant as she reached for the stall.
Grabbing a stack of advertising posters, she shoved them roughly into the boys arms. "Get your skateboard and go around town." Her voice was little more than a hiss. "Make our product seem appealing." Her face contorted into an expression that was anything but appealing as she finished her rant. "And if you don't get our sales up, I'll sell you into slavery. Got it?"
The kid nodded in terror, scrambling towards his skateboard while almost falling again and took off. What had he gotten himself into now?
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 22, 2011 1:02:12 GMT -5
Rebecca stayed in the background, which was fine enough with Camila, since the last thing they really needed was to butt heads with each other. Then again, wouldn't that be amusing on a reality show? She wondered if the point of the show was to care more about the rating or more about the actual sales, but it wasn't as if they weren't giving them something fun to record. At least it was interesting. But was it interesting enough...? She didn't know, but she felt incredibly stiff when it came to doing such pointless things like that, especially when knowing how unproductive they were. How much of a risk was it? She could've lost a lot of money doing it. Risk were fine and all, but it seemed like a stupid one depending on what drama causing thing she did.
The child flinched as Eleanor decided to spare his body and instead put him to work, grabbing his skateboard and brushing off the wet slush that got on him. It was fine to be skateboarding in the winter if they were in the city like this, as the sidewalks were always shoveled and there was always salt covering the place. "Um...ok! Just don't hurt me!" He sniveled as he boarded his skateboard and sped off around the corner, whimpering as he bolted past another group that was involved with some kind of shake weight, staring at them in their short skirts as a red haired man started to stroke the device up and down while purring. Wait. What was he witnessing---CRASH. Again. He messed up yet another display for a different team, and was suddenly getting bitched at and death threats. Poor him.
Either way, he was out of sight for them. They couldn't see him at all, but his questionable screams made Camila rub her chin with a musing look on her face, wondering if his advertising was successful. "I guess I'll try something different..." Camila had a serious look on her face as she pretended to blend into the crowd, looking for a rather large woman to walk to the right of as she followed her intently. The massive whale of a woman with overbearing perfume and hair that stood up straight and erect hardly noticed Camila, especially when compared in size, but Camila was sure that this would work. With the shop on the left of them, and with the whale in the middle, she smirked as she suddenly gave the woman a harsh shove into their display and pretended to ignore her and walked around the corner. "OH MY GOSH, MY LEEEG!" The large woman completely walked into their display, tripping and smushing at least 3 boxes in her tumble. Camila hid around the corner of the nearest building, peeking out to observe what was going on.
Did the woman get a look at her? Was she recognized? Was it safe to go over there? She didn't know, but this was probably the risky thing that she had to do. Now if her teammates were smart, they would yell at the woman and demand her to pay for everything she smushed. However, she didn't know for sure how they'd react. This was one of the more interesting ways to find out though!
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 22, 2011 23:51:44 GMT -5
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Well that Eleanore gal was certainly…. Interesting. Coincidently enough she reminded Rebecca a lot about herself, and that wasn’t much of a compliment. In fact, probably a really bad insult since Rebecca didn’t like many things about herself at times. Thankfully for the kid and all viewers of this stupid show, Eleanore didn’t slaughter the kid in broad daylight and paint the pavement with his blood, that silly look on his face though was certainly amusing though. What was even more amusing though was how he had instantly wrecked another stand shortly after his departure. The poor bitch, it seemed he was doomed to get himself deeper into debt or deeper into his hole of a grave, either one probably worked in this example.
Camila was probably the only level headed one here, given Eleanore’s short temper and Rebecca’s less than flattering bipolar personality. As much as she tried to keep it under wraps and not so much of a problem, it could still find its way of exploding now and again. Now that Rebecca was on that thought, where did Camila go? Ruby could have sworn she was nearby the last time she checked. Whatever, it wouldn’t be a huge deal, and she had finally finished her poster for the Ayds Diet Candy drawn and written in a fancy kind of silhouette style. It was actually not half bad, she liked the drawing quite a bit and it was a shame she would have to get rid of it on such a stupid TV show. When Rebecca made her way to the clutter of boxes still on the ground, a huge woman had busted through the sea of people and onto Rebecca! The woman had toppled Rebecca, laying her out on the pavement without much effort at all. It couldn’t get any worse, could it? WRONG. Rebecca was the one to hit the box’s, she was the one to get covered in slimy, dirty and wet slush from the snow. Rebecca was the one who took the brunt of the pain, now with a huge scrape on her hand and a bruise on her cheek as well as slush in her jacket and hair. Now she was cold, in pain and frustrated. Actually, that was an understatement. The was furious, angry, pissed the hell off. She wanted to grab a screwdriver and drive it through her fucking skull. Rebecca had never been so angry in her life!
Get off of me! What the hell was that for?! Rebecca shoved the woman off of her as fast and hard as she could. Her face felt red, stung, hot, she could feel her blood boiling and her face turn red. I’ve had it with people ruining our products. A kid had toppled over the stand, and now you’re going to knock me down and ruin three boxes of candy? Next to Rebecca was three badly damaged boxes of what probably used to be candy. Now I’m wet from this nasty street slush… And I’m bleeding?! Well fuck! Rebecca wrapped her hand up in her jacket, the blood now dripping down her wrist. If someone didn’t control her she may just go out blow up on her, and knowing Rebecca’s past violence history that was the exact opposite of what anyone would dare hope for. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Notes: I thought this would be a good moment to give the camera men a little drama… :'D
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 23, 2011 3:03:11 GMT -5
Eleanor bristled at the disintegrating boxes, and shrieked as the fat woman responsible for the toppling of the boxes of candy thrashed past her, taking Rebecca down with her. She brushed herself off and looked around to examine the damage.
Boxes lay in ruins, and Eleanor felt her heart plummet, resisting the urge to let a single crystalline tear roll down her cheeks. And the one responsible rolled like a beached whale in the ruins she had created, moaning something about her leg.
Eleanor dropped down and kneed the recovering woman in the gut, sending her back to the ground with a squawk as she grabbed her neck and squeezed. Fat rippled as Eleanor's eyes glimmered like a fucking psychopath. "Give me your money," she hissed. "Or you're going out of here in a bodybag. I'll tell the police it was candy defense."
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