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         When his brows arched, hers furrowed. He was a taciturn man, and not without reason, so when it came time for him to speak like this, he certainly couldn’t have minced words. “Don’t repeat it. You make me sound like a dummy.” Her fingers crossed. “It’s really sinister, okay? It’s totally sinister.” How well could he read lips? If she launched into a full tirade, would he keep up? She rolled her eyes. Her arms alternated between crossing and resting with her fists on her hips. Her lips puckered as she tapped her toe. There had to be an elegant way to say it.

        “It’s the sample people.” Cherry huffed. “They’re so insidious!”

        She locked eyes with him to make sure he was on the same wavelength. “See, it starts off real simple, right? Why not try a bite of the product? It’s there for the tasting! It’s free real estate—there’s no law saying you can’t walk off with every sample on the tray! But it is frowned upon. That’s not the point.”

       A thumb and forefinger pinched between her brows. “Anyway, it’s a trap. You think you’re home free, so slick, got to try a new product, or maybe even a food you already like and you just wanted another taste. But it’s no good at that point, no sir! They got you hooked. You’re in their domain now. Any power you had is gone. G-O-N-E. Those sample people, they’re a smart bunch. They know you’re human and that you’re capable of feeling guilt. That’s what they bank on.” She waggled a finger.

       “Now that you ate something, you gotta buy something or else you look bad. No one wants to be the ass that stands there munching samples and asks about the product, then just walks off. That’s a surefire way to make the workers hate you. And you know what happens if they hate you, right? The news, it spreads. Soon enough, that cashier you were so buddy-buddy with, the one that occasionally gives you coupons or hooks you up with discounts, she decides that you’re above all that. Surely you’ve got money, you can pay full price. Why not, right? You saved all that money not buying samples. So now you’ve lost your insider! You’re just like any other customer—you got nothing.” Even if he can’t hear her tone of voice, it’s clear from her posture and the red tint to her skin that she’s ready to blow up.

lmFAO NOW IMMA HAVE THAT IMAGE IN MY HEAD

nicolas : [ i’m not tired. ] alex : ,,, so that’s how it is.

5 minutes later.

hmm… Starters | accepting | @hxgure

Thoughts twisting and the cogwheels in his mind churning, his features weren’t that of peaceful yet neither carried his constance of negativity either. Onyx eyes dazed, he probably wouldn’t of even noticed had something been mere inches away from his face– they were glossy and had a distant look to them, as if he was dancing in another realm.Unexpecting of the gruff tone that scratched at his ears, eyelids blinking several times before Ray’s head snapped towards the older man. Despite a small frown tugging at his lips, it still wasn’t near the same kind of displeasure he’d usually sport. Good?

full name :  margaret gwendolyn stein other names :   maggie, mags, blind mags, stone cold stein age :   verse dependent gender :   cis female sexuality :   demisexual origin :  potsdam, germany current location :   verse dependent nationality :   german ethnicity :   caucasian/european spoken languages :   german, english, japanese, asl, jsl (depending on verse) religion :   catholic [formerly] atheist [presently] height :   5′2″ [with boots on] body type :  muscular, curvy, athletic eyes :   mismatched, golden in color; right eye is totally blind  tattoos :   n/a piercings :   two cartilage piercings, and lobes scars :   her body is heavily scarred, the most prominent being an large arcing scar on her left hip, the one cleaving through her right eye, and, in one of her main verses, a huge y-incision received from decades of torture educational background :   completed traditional schooling up until she turned 15, then immediately dropped out upon her grandfather’s death to run her family’s corporation in his stead while stealthily plotting and working towards revenge social media :  none - she does not want to leave more of a paper trail than necessary smoking :   has been smoking since age 11 drinking :  has been drinking since age 12 drugs :   marijuana athletics :   former olympic hopeful in gymnastics, parkour, strength training, street fighting, adaptive to martial arts hobbies :   piano, gardening, beating the shit out of criminals who prey on the weak favorite drink :   straight whiskey or ice water favorite food :   she doesn’t honestly enjoy eating much, and just eats to keep herself alive; her old favorite was homemade traditional german oxtail soup made by her father favorite music :   piano music, heavy metal clothing style :   oversized - the girl hates how her body looks, but goes for function over form, and simply dresses to hide it as much as possible; this also works to her advantage and fakes people out as to how strong such a petite girl truly is beneath the baggy fabric.

    she’s been silently tailing this man for a little while now. The smell of food , whatever he was carrying , smelled good. To rely on her nose , that was her whole means for survival. Truthfully , there was no reason not to follow him , and maybe that was just because she was hungry. Whatever was in that garbage she was picking through before she picked up the scent , turned up empty. The first thing she realizes was this man was tall , and people didn’t walk near him. 

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