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 Female x Female  Modern/Modern Fantasy  Romance  Supernatural/Paranormal The Little Shop Of Misfits (Dashenka and Chrystal)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Chrystal Dark, Jan 5, 2019.

  1. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    @Dashenka

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    Misfits had been trading in this small city on the banks of a river in the American Bible Belt for about five years now. The sole proprietor, one Andrea McCall, clearly ran the shop more as a hobby than anything else. She was obviously independently wealthy, as when she had arrived in town, she had bought a large house on the edge of town that was nearly derelict, paid cash up front, and then had renovated it in a matter of weeks to be a home many of the neighbourhood's residents were envious of.

    She had also purchased a modest sized retail unit in one of the busy commercial areas of the city, and had fitted that out as well. Those people who took the time to get to know her, said she was charming, friendly, gracious and generous. But the nature of her business, not to mention her attire and the way she seemed to attract young people, turned the majority of the Christian Right wing against her.

    Misfits was outwardly a gift shop, but the gifts Andrea stocked were generally on the fantasy side - dragons, fairies, wizards and witches, castles, goblins and ogres... Statuettes in a range of materials from resin to bronze, and in sizes from a couple of centimetres to almost a full metre for the most expensive. Along with those there were birth stones, amulets, crystals and costume jewellery. Behind the gift area was a section selling books, dealing with a diverse range of subjects from herbalism to the occult, pagan gods to Christianity, witchcraft to alternative medicine, and a small section of selected fantasy and science fiction.

    Upstairs, towards the front of the shop was a large area dedicated to teenage clothing - mostly girls' cloths and mostly in the various Goth styles. Towards the rear of the shop was something that resembled a cross between a coffee lounge and a youth club. Comfortable chairs and sag-bags littered the room, there was a drinks vending machine that sold coffee, tea, hot chocolate and soup, and another vending machine that sold brand-name snacks and cold drinks. While the brand-name stuff was always available and a lot cheaper than elsewhere, the hot drinks were free, and really good quality. The lounge area was called "The No 'Bad' Zone", labelled as such in big letters, with a sign under it listing what was 'bad'.

    And over it all, Andrea presided. She dressed mostly in comfortable, form-hugging clothes of black or red, and was about as easy-going as any adult could be.

    And so of course the bible-thumpers had labelled her "Witch". With the current laws regarding religious freedom in the USA, they were unable to actually have her arrested and burned at the stake. Witchcraft per-se is not actually illegal. Sacrificing virgins to The Horned God - that is illegal.

    Andrea answered her critics - when she bothered to pay them any attention at all - by laughing. "Seriously?" She had said on the local television news, "A witch? Really! What sort of person actually believes in witchcraft, in this day and age? I ask you! Next thing you know they'll be saying that Santa Clause and The Easter Bunny are real!" And yet, the rumours persisted.

    A police raid on her premises, following an "anonymous tip-off", found only perfectly legal herbal remedies (many of which actually worked), and a small quantity of Peyote that she kept locked in a safe for sale to Native Americans for religious purposes.

    Oddly, one of the police officers who was on the raid was a member of one of the local evangelical churches. Andrea spotted him putting his hand in his pocket an pulling out a pack of white powder. She immediately drew the attention of the sergeant leading the raid, the officer was suspended and later arrested and charged.

    And now, on a particular Saturday morning, Andrea was getting ready to go and open the shop. And she had decided the time was right to take on an apprentice. The question of who had been settled when Sophia Williams had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Up until that day, Andrea had considered her as just another teenage girl who frequented the shop and enjoyed the free drinks. But on the girl's birthday, something changed. Andrea wasn't entirely sure how she knew, but she knew!

    "Are you sure?" Gwendolen Morgan asked her. "Are you certain she's the one?"

    "Yep. Absolutely." Andrea replied. "Gwen, she's absolutely perfect. I know in my bones, she's the right choice."

    "She's a klutz, She trips over her own feet, she dropped out of high school last year to annoy her parents, she's ill disciplined..."

    "And what was I at that age? All those things and more. And yet you chose me, trained me, and look at me now!" Andrea did a little twirl in her kitchen and knocked over her coffee cup. Fortunately it was empty. She caught it before it could roll off the table.

    "Still a klutz!" Gwendolen sniggered.

    Andrea glared at her, then shrugged. "Anyway, Gwen, she's my choice. And that's final."

    Gwen laughed - or more accurately, cackled. "On your head be it, sugar!"

    Andrea shook her head. Her mentor was always full of advice, but Andrea was headstrong and stubborn. And she knew that her choice was correct. Sophia Williams was to be her apprentice. Of course, the tricky part might be convincing Sophia of that...!

    At the shop, Andrea Found the sign she had made yesterday, waited until she saw Sophia coming towards the shop, and popped it into a prominent place in the window:

    HELP WANTED

    Apply Within
     
  2. Dashenka

    Dashenka Wild Member Member

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    Her 18th birthday had not gone according to plan. Not that Sophia ever made plans but that day was beyond anything even she could have imagined. It had started off pretty normal. Or at least normal for a heavily Christian family. The whole family joined in chants and praises to thank the Lord for being here and how blessed they were to celebrate their daughter, cousin, granddaughter and what not’s coming of age. As if anybody but Sophia herself had done anything for it. It was dreadful, mostly because of the comments Sophia got on not going to church anymore and on her clothes. Christian girls shouldn’t be wearing jeans and tops but skirts and blouses. Everytime Sophia countered that dresses weren’t made in her size and even if they did, she’d look ridiculous but her family seemed to prefer her being made fun of over her own comfort.

    [​IMG]Something else her family didn’t know and didn’t learn on her birthday either, was that Sophia was being made fun of anyway. Her height was usually the focal point of the bullying. The worst of them all was little Serena. She had grown only just past the stage of midget and liked to explain to everybody that God only grew things until they were perfect, which took a lot shorter with her than it took for others but in Sophia’s case, even with her height, God couldn’t make her perfect.

    She was also clumsy. You know those kids whose pen leaks into their bag spilling ink all over everything? That’s Sophia. Walking into doors, missing steps, dropping something on the floor and then banging her head while coming back up.

    But at least she had Dejan. He was an immigrant from Serbia and as religious fanatics came, he wasn’t one of them. All the girls wanted him and, unknown to Sophia, had him, but he had told her she was the one and she was special. So she had a boyfriend. The hottest guy in town. The alpha male. Everybody knew he was playing with her. Surely he could get better than the beanstalk klutz but Sophia was oblivious to that all.

    On her birthday though, he dropped by and, in front of all her family, kissed her and told her the teachers had been asking when she was coming back, dropping two secrets at once on a stunned family. He had done it on purpose but Sophia didn’t see this. She didn’t see the smirk on his face as her family set off into rage about her no longer going to school and having a boyfriend without telling them. His plan was to comfort her afterwards and get to his ultimate goal. Sex. He had tried before but Sophia was holding him off. Not because God had forbidden it, but because she was scared. Scared of how it would feel and scared she wouldn’t like it. She had read stories and heard the girls at school talk about it and it was enough to make her weary.

    That evening she couldn’t do it either. She had gone to his place as her family was still raging. He tried to get her naked and touch her but she held him off again. This time though, he got angry and nearly hit her. In her mind, it was normal and she vowed to herself to get over her fears and give her boyfriend what he wanted. After all, she loved him.

    A few days after her birthday she was wandering the streets again. Home was the last place she wanted to be right now. Her parents wouldn’t leave an opportunity untouched to tell her she had to repent her sins, go back to school and be a good Christian girl again. School was out of the question. Especially now. Rumour in town was that she had rejected Dejan’s advances because she was still a virgin and the sight of his manhood had made her faint. Of course he had then cuddled and hugged her and comforted her, saying it was alright and that they could wait.

    Sophia was heading towards the Misfits, a shop she frequently visited. It was a place where she could escape real life and delve into the mysteries of everything the shop had to offer. Her favourite topic in the shop were dragons. They were big and mighty and had the ability to conquer entire armies. Their fiery breath was a nice bonus. From the dragons she had rolled into books about entities and potions. It had raised her interest as she felt she needed a little help in life and if a potion or some kind of entity could help her, all the better.

    Just as she crossed the street, she saw the owner, Mrs McCall, hang up a sign asking for help.

    Sophia put her hand on the door and pushed, instead of pulled, crashed into the door she had opened a few dozen times already and staggered back. Her second attempt to open the door was successful and she was greeted both by the owner and the subtle pleasant smell of the shop.

    “Good morning Mrs McCall. I see you need a helper?”
     
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  3. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    "Good morning Sophia, yes. Give me a moment will you?" Andrea greeted the tall skinny girl. "And for the love of Pete, Sophia, I'm not married. I'm Miss McCall, but I do wish you'd call me Auntie Andie like everyone else does." She gave Sophia a warm smile and turned her attention back to the customer who was just approaching the counter. "Mrs Larson. So nice to see you in here again." The elderly woman was a regular. She came in once a month and usually bought a book, but that was almost always as a cover for her real purchase. Not that there was anything illegal or immoral about the herbal remedy, but Mrs Larson was embarrassed by the fact that her bowels and bladder didn't work the way they used to. One of the Misfits Own Brand Herbal Remedies claimed to help keep bowel movements regular and assist with bladder control. It was secret recipe, Andrea said, that had been handed down to her and could not be revealed. Of course the ingredients were listed according to federal law, but not the proportions. Attempts by the Church to have the contents of her remedies analysed were thwarted by a rather strange and mysterious patent, that dated back to the sixteenth century.

    "Ohh, Celia Rees' Witch Child. That's an interesting book. I do believe it has a score of three point eight on Good Reads. That's pretty good out of five!" Andrea took the book and rang it up on the till, then opened the herb chest. "And a bag of the usual?" She asked, sotto voce. The customer nodded, blushing and Andrea rang up the bag of herbs too, then passed it across the counter to allow Mrs Larson to slip it into her purse as she pulled out a payment card. With the transaction complete, Andrea removed the sign from the shop window, and beckoned Sophia over. "Now, lets see. As you know, the shop is pretty busy on a Saturday, but I could do with someone covering the till during the week as well, or handling the deliveries and stocking the shelves. Your hours are eight thirty to five thirty, Tuesday to Saturday. The shop opens at nine and closes at five, but there's always stuff to be done before and after. You do get an hour for lunch so it's an eight hour day, I'll pay you nine fifty an hour for the first month, which will be probationary. After that your pay will go up to twelve dollars an hour, if you're still working for me."

    Andrea paused for breath, waited until Sophia was about to say something and then spoke before she could. "Your duties will include working the till and serving customers, filling the snack vending machine, making sure it has enough change and emptying the cash box, you'll be signing for and checking deliveries and putting them away in the stock room, and basically anything else I ask of you. You will get a staff discount, basically cost plus tax on anything you buy. Any breakages will be paid for out of your pay, also at cost plus tax. You can start right away, basically look on today as a try-out, see if you get on with the job okay. I'll pay you cash for today, but when you come in on Tuesday morning I'll have your contract and tax documents and I'll need your social security number, plus if you want paying into a bank account you'll need to open one. Now, tell you what, come back here behind the counter and I'll show you how the cash register works. Ah, Miss Lewis just in time..."

    One of Andrea's most endearing (or most annoying) traits, (depending upon your perspective) was her almost uncanny ability to remember things, especially people's names. Jackie Lewis was a tenth grader from the high school Sophia had dropped out of. She was holding a black lacy dress and some costume jewellery. "Okay so, this thing that looks like a laser gun? That's the laser scanner. Find the tag on the item, scan the bar code, that automatically enters the plu into the computer. Er, Plu is P. L. U. Short for Product Look Up. If the code won't scan, you tap it in manually here, or if it's an uncoded item you can use the manual look-up here. These items have barcodes, so we scan them, so, and so, and so. That brings up the total, twenty six dollars and forty cents." Jackie handed her three ten dollar bills. "Right now to finish the transaction, we enter the amount tendered here, three zero zero zero. The zeros are important, the till puts the point in automatically, you see? Tap 'Sale', and the drawer opens. Now, important. Young Miss Lewis here isn't going to check her change, but most customers will if they pay cash. Keep the money they give you out of the till until you have given the correct change. This clip is for banknotes." Andrea inserted the notes in the clip. "So that's one dime, two quarters to make sixty cents and three bucks." She took the coins and notes out of the drawer then counted the change into Jackie's hand. "So, twenty six forty, that's fifty, seventy five, twenty seven bucks, twenty eight, twenty nine, and thirty. Thank you for your custom, young lady, do come again. Have a nice day." She slipped the three tens into the correct slot in the drawer and closed it.

    "Right, you do the next one...!"
     
  4. Dashenka

    Dashenka Wild Member Member

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    The flurry of words bewildered the tall young woman a little and she only managed to process half of it. A lot of numbers, something Sophia struggled with greatly. Just when she wanted to ask something, Andrea continued, this time with an explanation of what her work would actually mean. Till, snacks, deliveries. Her world was spinning a little bit as she had never worked in her life and now she was asked... well she wasn't even sure what any of of meant in reality.

    Jamy Lewis appeared just in time, apparently, and Andrea showed Sophia how the cash register worked while helping the girl that Sophia knew from school. Which meant that soon all of the school knew what had happened to her and where she had ended up. Great. Sophia fought back some thoughts at seeing Jamy in the lacy dress and tried to focus on and remember what Andrea was doing.

    Laser gun, plu.. barcodes... tendered... clip for banknotes... what?

    A little baffled and bewildered she greeted Jamy and stared at the till as if it was a magical device. She wasn't given much time to think it all over as the next customers were already at the counter, a young mother with her child. The child put a book on the counter and the lady a small metal statuette.

    Right... laser gun...

    She took the scanner and the book. The barcode was quickly found and she pulled the trigger and heard the satisfying beep. Good, that was easy enough. The statue wouldn't scan. Sophia tried it twice but nothing happened.

    Ok think.. manual look up.

    She put the statue down, a bit too close to the edge of the counter as she was looking at the till and the statue fell on the ground.

    "Oh shit.. Sorry!"

    Sophia kneeled down, took the statue in her hand and then nearly headbutted Andrea as she rose to her feet again. She looked the statue over and to her relief found that it hadn't broken or damaged in any way.

    "So.. ehm.. I do... this and then this..."

    As if magic, the item appeared on the till and a total appeared on the display. She called it out, accepted the money, got corrected by Andrea as she immediately put the banknote in the correct slot and finished the transaction.

    "I think that went alright..."
     
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