Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 16, 2010 10:25:19 GMT -5
Slugslinger is proud of keeping the other Decepticons at arm's length, whether through fear or hatred. It works for him and he makes no effort to not project that.
"Hey, not bad! Maybe you two aren't as dim as you look!" he says cheerfully. He looks away from them to pick up a shirt – it's a gaudy thing, short-sleeved with buttons up the front and a bright tropical flower pattern in yellows and greens and pinks. He can't imagine anyone would actually buy or wear something this ugly. Nevertheless, he gives it a thoughtful look as he sets it to one side, as if he might just purchase it. He really needs something backless if he's wearing a shirt at all and doesn't want it reduced to ribbons once he puts it on, but he can do without the deep-cut necklines that seem to go with backless tops. And while walking around wearing a Kiss the Cook apron would be a blast, he'd have to fry somebody for the full effect. He can do it, but are these Autobots worth that much effort? He pulls a pensive face and sets aside another shirt. He isn't sure yet.
Then he grins to himself; it's a casually malicious expression, nothing quite like the fatuous looks he's given the Autobots up to this point. It quickly morphs into something more cordial – almost apologetic, in fact – as he beckons over one of the floor associates. It isn't the girl from the front door, which may be the only reason he doesn't get a thinly-veiled sneer in return.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 21, 2010 18:11:14 GMT -5
Jazz is rather happy to see the line move!
However, he's a bit concerned for the poor associate. While he and Rodimus wait, he keeps an eye on the situation.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 21, 2010 20:41:02 GMT -5
"I should hope not. I put a lot of effort in looking this dim," Rodimus answers Slugslinger. He, like Jazz, is now eying the Decepticon warily - he's all right with Decepticons annoying him (well, not all right, but he can deal with it), but if this person is put in any danger...
Oh, hey! Rodimus is next in line now! About damn time.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 23, 2010 9:28:52 GMT -5
There's a dull-witted sort of charm about Slugslinger as he holds up a different shirt – this one is royal purple with vibrant cobalt vertical stripes and clashes horrendously with his paint job – against his chest as if to guesstimate its fit.
"What d'you think?" he asks the sales girl, whose dull, silvery-grey skin apparently shifts toward white as a form of blushing if the pale tint of her cheeks is anything to go by. It's embarrassment and pity on her part, however, not flattery or infatuation. She shakes her head and helpfully points out a turquoise-leaning tank top that looks much better with his slate blue and even the orange bits.
"Try that instead," she advises in a voice that sounds distinctly like chimes. Slugslinger gives her a sheepish grin.
"If you say so!" he murmurs, draping the top over one arm. His expression and tone turn pleading, clueless. "Uh… got any more suggestions? I'm kinda new at this." The sales girl looks sceptical, but she can hardly refuse to assist a customer. Even one who comes across as boorish and rude as this one. She tweaks one of her many fine, glossy steel-blue braids and tries an encouraging smile. None of the robots she's ever met seem to get clothes or colour coordination. She half-expects one to walk in some day wearing electric blue and neon pink for full effect and now she has to work around this one with his orange and bright green and two different shades of blue.
"Let's… see what we have." She gestures for him to follow her. Slugslinger does, twiddling his fingers in a little wave at the Autobots when her back is turned.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 23, 2010 22:58:00 GMT -5
Jazz frowns a bit, watching the exchange. He cuts a small glance to Rodimus, curious. //He seems to be playin' nice so far with her, but given what we just went through...//
Jazz doesn't like it, not one bit!
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 24, 2010 13:24:18 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns, and nods in agreement with Jazz. He speaks softly, but out loud. "He's probably just doing it to torment her - and us, but..." The young Prime looks at the line and sighs. He next. NEXT.
Damn it.
"If they get out of sight, I'll give you my stuff and some shanix so I can keep an eye on them."
Or vice-versa, if Jazz prefers, but Rodimus tends to charge in where angels fear to tread, even when he's got an operations specialist standing right next to him.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 27, 2010 8:27:03 GMT -5
Hey now, Slugslinger is minding his behaviour like a true Decepticon gentleman. If there was such a thing. He's managed not to call her a stupid, condescending meatsack to her face yet, at least, and that's a stretch for him. Playing dumber than usual is, too – not knowing a blasted thing about clothes helps.
"Will that catch on my shoulders?" he asks querulously of the shirt she's holding up to his chest. Helpfully, he points to the large panels jutting up and that have been awkwardly snagging on racks somehow as he passes them. As the shirt would, in fact, have to go right over those vanes, she stifles a sigh. She's starting to think he was designed to go naked. "I don't want anything that'll catch on my shoulders," he goes on obtusely. "What's the point in spending my hard-earned money on this stuff if I'll just be back in here two days from now buying replacements?"
"Well, sir," she says too-sweetly, giving him a smile that bares a smooth ridge instead of teeth, "we have some tops that might work." They've exhausted the sleeveless area of the men's section and come away with only three items. She's also assuming he has what she'd call normal ideas of gender, but robots can be nonsensical about it. Hopefully, he isn't. "But they're all in the women's section."
"I don't wanna look like a floozy," Slugslinger says, waving off the idea of checking the rest of the store and making a rude noise. The sales girl stifles the urge to scream.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 27, 2010 14:42:34 GMT -5
Jazz shakes his head with a grin. "Man, you've got enough on your plate, Roddy - Lemme take this one." Jazz leaves his suit and hat with Rodimus, as well as his coinpurse, then saunters out of the line.
He strolls up to where Slugslinger and the store girl are, pretending to browse a bit, but just enough so he can get close enough to interject. "Now, I wouldn't discount it - there's plenty here that have room for your wings." At this point, Jazz holds up a blue-green halter top with a lopsided grin. "If you're gonna be nitpicky, though, you might be better off at a tailor's store where they can custom-fit stuff to you."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 27, 2010 14:59:51 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime is left behind holding Jazz's purse. Oh, wait, Jazz's money is in that! Score! Good thing, too, because Rodimus has finally made it to the front of the line. He sets down his things and Jazz's and offers a reassuring grin to an apolegtic and frazzled-looking cashier. "Hey, no problem, I can see you guys are busy." He frowns slightly. "You'd think they'd open up more registers, but I know that's not your call."
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 28, 2010 8:35:47 GMT -5
Slugslinger looks up at Jazz, then the top, then waves them both off with an almost serene expression completely at odds with his elation because he got one of the Autodorks to leave the queue and come over here.
"I don't have the chest for those things," he says airily. "But there's a sparkly red one over there you'd fill out pretty well." The sales girl tries not to pull a face; she can't imagine the raucous mess if someone in management gets it into their head to consider her responsible for a confrontation between customers. Oh, sure, these two seem calm and good-humoured now, but they're customers. It's only a matter of time.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 28, 2010 21:00:47 GMT -5
Don't worry, Store Sales Lady! If Jazz was any better at keeping his cool, he'd be Mr. Freeze.
Once Slugslinger points out the red top, Jazz puts the one he was holding down, and steps over to it. Jazz picks it up and makes a bit of a face at it. "Man, this ain't a top - this barely qualifies as a half-shredded polishing cloth.
However, Jazz removes it from the hanger and puts it on, looking down at himself once he does so. "The color is nice, but if I'm gonna expose this much, I may as well go naked."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 28, 2010 21:47:40 GMT -5
Elsewhere in the store...
"Oh, by the way, could you ring these separate?" Rodimus asks the cashier, gesturing to Jazz's things.
"Oh, no problem," she answers cheerfully, despite the fact that cashiers almost universally hate it when people do that.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 30, 2010 9:05:15 GMT -5
Slugslinger looks from Jazz to the sales girl – who, for her part, still isn't much relieved – and beams, pointing his free hand at the Autobot.
"See? That's what I don't wanna look like!" he declares loudly enough to garner brief glances from other shoppers. He turns his grin on Jazz and switches from pointing to giving him the thumbs-up. "Thanks, pal. Appreciate the demonstration. Now," and back to the sales girl, "I guess I can at least try these on." This is just what the sales girl hoped for and she smiles, all too happy to point out the fitting rooms and even, somewhat warily, cupping one hand under Slugslinger's elbow to guide him; he suppresses the urge to give her an arch, disgusted look and just rolls with it for now. Meanwhile, she shoots Jazz a silent, grateful look behind the jet's back.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Oct 5, 2010 6:13:40 GMT -5
Jazz scoffs, dismissing Slugslinger's declaration with a double limp-wrist motion and a "Pssssh. Of course you don't wanna look like this - you don't got the figure for it, buddy."
Jazz then starts to taking the garment off once Slugslinger starts away, and catches the sales girl's look - he returns it with a curt nod, and one of those Dazzling Jazz Grins™ as he hangs the top back up.
Now, where did he leave Rodimus?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 5, 2010 20:43:51 GMT -5
Rodimus is at the front of the store, paying for Jazz's clothes. He is not at lost and found, because he has not been misplaced!
"Have a nice day, sir," the cashier says cheerfully, despite her secret irritation with having to ring up two different orders.
"Thanks! You, too!" he replies, then moves to the front of the store and turning back to look for Jazz.
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