store of the gods

[♥nikolai]

Deep in the bowels of KMart lurked Nikolai, teenager and feli, catboy as he liked to phrase it to suit his flair for the dramatic. And in said bowels the teen was ecstatically digging through the barrel of boy shirts eloquently labeled, in magic marker, as "Shit on Sale" by some wayward employee who likely wouldn't keep his job very long. It was far back enough, in the infinite lengths of the store, to not matter overly much because not very many people dared to venture so far into the infamous department store. Not many people, Nikolai mused cheerfully to himself as he considered a navy plaid shirt that was somehow combined with yellow poka-dots, realized the kinds of bargains you could get. But Nikolai did.

After long moments of hesitation, he finally discarded the plaid shirt with an air of regret, but he had its twin at home already, and several more like it. People simply didn't realize fashion was at its highest at KMart. Rummaging deeper into the barrel, until Nikolai was all but immersed in it, it took a moment for the feli to realize he emitting a contented rumble. He was purring. Pulling himself out of the barrel long enough to give a startled look to his stomach, which seemed to be the source of the unusual noise, Nikolai gave it a smart tap. The purring died, but it didn't stop him from humming a tune as he dove back into the barrel once again.

If someone were to pass by at that moment, it was very unlikely they would be able to comprehend the situation that greeted them. The skinny chicken-legs of Nikolai's waved cheerily over the barrel, which itself was shaking and shuddering as the feli scrounged around. If said someone passed close enough, they might even recognize the faint sounds of Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl, which was being so enthusiastically hummed at that moment. Every so often Nikolai would get so caught up in the music that he couldn't stop himself from raising his voice and singing along, so interspersed between the strangled noises now emitting from the shaking barrel came "...BANANAS!... B! A N A N A N A N A, uh, A N!... Woo!...."

The situation was not helped in the least by the fact Nikolai had chosen that day to wear his glittery orange crocs, reminiscent of neon highlighter, only brighter.




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oh, gwen stefani.

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[B L i S S]

BLiSS !

♦ bliss being crazy and stupid, was at kmart. when did she go there? and what the hell was there for her to buy? she supposed that she could find something, ungodly bright, flashy, slutty, low cut, or barely there item. or more than one. who knew. it was all good for her club dancing gig though. the more skin you showed the better life was for you, the more money you got, and the more fun it was to not get caught. she smiled at that thought and flipped her black hair over her shoulder. what the hell. while she was here she would go bargin shopping. it would be for fun of course.

she strolled silently through the store just looking around. she was on the search for a someone right now, not a something. but a someone to do what? she didn't know at the moment. gwen steffani came on over the loudspeaker, and bliss groaned. what the... was this? she didn't want to hear her dance music while she was shopping. but what the hell could she do about it. oh right selective hearing. she basicly turned off her ears. she didn't want to hear that shit so she wouldn't. her ears picked up on other things though. and she heard the sound of a barrell being moved.

following the noise, she frowned. her ears barely picked up on it, but something was purring. oh great. a feli. in kmart. one she didn't feel like fighting and two she didn't feel like fighting. she wondered if she could pretend she was just a regular human with a fun illegal job. and as all knew her as miss bliss, she would become kenzie. she made a face at that, but she sucked it up. you had to deal with things and this was one of them. and then she heard the faint sound of words coming about ten feet to her right. well there was something in the barrell there, that was for sure. really all she saw was something bright orange. and she wasn't even sure what that was.

a frown crossed her face. this was the feli, she could tell. drop the supicious act, and do it now, she ordered herself. and down to the floor it went. her voice adopted an innocent note to it. "uhh, hello?" she called to the barrell boy. but what he did would suprise her most likely.


not quite paradise

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muse ! pretty good. maybe 91.5 %
the notes ! it's really not all that good. they'll be better.

[♥nikolai]

Somewhere above him, a voice sounded. Distantly, Nikolai could smell something vaguely human, but the delicious musk of second, or rather thirteenth, rate shirts obscured most of his better senses. As it was, it still startled him enough to try and pull himself up out of the barrel. Bad idea.

Jerking to his feet- attempting to jerk to his feet, rather- Nikolai not only took the whole barrel with him but the shirts and sign as well. It all tumbled down in a clatter that nearly deafened his sensitive ears, Nikolai himself writing in the middle of it all. But in no time at all- a little over a minute, at least- Nikolai had sprang to his feet, brown eyes darting warily for the source of attack and gripping the fallen sign as though to batter down any opponents with it. He almost didn't see the girl at first, and when he did he gave a start, dropping the sign in another clatter.

Cursing vehemently, Nikolai clapped his hands over his ears and glowered at the newcomer, as though it was all her fault. If he had his tail, it would be lashing at the moment. As it was, Nikolai restrained himself with effort, and instead sniffed disdainfully. Embarrassment played no part in it. None at all. Gingerly picking another plaid shirt from where it was draped across his voluminous hair, Nikolai sniffed again, and wrinkled his nose. A sharp smell was oozing its way into his awareness, and he half shook his head as if to disperse it. Abruptly becoming aware of the girl again, he flushed, and cunningly covered it up by scowling at her and sticking his hands on his bony hips.

Standing there amidst the wreckage of a once-great KMart stand, Nikolai lacked the edge of intimidation he was going for. He also lacked dignity; at the moment his coffee colored hair exploded in all directions from his head, and his striped yellow shirt was almost as blinding as his shoes. Scuffed jeans hung tastefully low, as Nikolai deemed it, but what he deemed "tasteful" instead gave the world a much regretted glimpse of his boxers that were embellished with whales on this particular morning.

"Well," he announced, for lack of anything else coming to mind. "Well well well well well." Nikolai scrubbed at his nose absently with the back of his hand- what was that smell?- before continuing. "Now, listen here, you have absolutely no right- none at all!- to simply saunter in here and scare the living crap out of me and my barrel of... uh, joy. This is the guy section. The girl section-" he gestured with a shirt, "is way over there. Fairyland, where unicorns frolic and butterflies explode into flowers or whatever. This is the male section. Manliness alone can prevail in these hallowed depths of the honored KMart. These bargains are mine! Survival of the fittest, if you will." Turning to survey the mess, Nikolai thoughtfully rubbed his chin in what he hoped was a wise manner. "But since I'm feeling nice today, I'll let you have some if you really want. But I call the stripey ones," he said. Humming to himself, he picked up one shirt, lime green with red stripes, and pointed to it. "Mine." Then, he plucked up a plaid charcoal and blue one from the heap, and flung it vaguely in her direction. "Yours," he said graciously.



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thanks for the reply. <3 sorry for posts of a somewhat-crappy quality.

[B L i S S]

bliss frowned at the barrel one more time before turning her gaze else where. here she was trying to ignore the feli in the stupid barrel, but it was quite impossible. her gaze found its way back to him, easyily. another frown flitted over her face. she thought the cat in front of her stupid, but most cats were not. in fact the ones she had happened across were at least somewhat intelligent, unlike this one.

bliss flinched slightly as the feli came out of the barrel, but managed to send it all over the floor with a large clatter. clumsy too? were feli really that clumsy? no of course not. not the ones she had met at least. but this one was obviously different, and in a bad way. she was not all that fond of him. and he hadn't even looked at her yet. what kind of person did that make her? she shrugged that thought off. it didn't matter.

[L i l y]

• The front door of Kmart opened, letting in a cool breeze from the outside world, and in walked Lily Jenkins. Of course, Lily had no problems being the the store, to her it was simply an easy source of whatever she needed to buy. However, today was not a good day to be within a 10 m radius of her; her pale features were scowling angrily, and there were dark shadows under the small, hazel eyes. Today was one of the worst days she's had in a while. Nothing big had happened, but more like a series of unfortunate events. Small things piles up until it seemed like one big, ugly, unpleasant problem. So what was she doing here? Blowing off steam; venting; forgetting about her day; maybe buying some chocolate.

• She began to wander in the aisles, looking at the display of products but not really seeing them. Her gaze ran over a section of candy, but she didn't pause. The fake, plastic candy had never appealed to Lily; it left a horrible aftertaste and clogged up your system. She turned at the end of the aisle and went down the next one. Ah, there we go. She thought. There it was, the chocolate section. She paused in the wandering and looked over her choices. She pondered for a while on what would make her happy, and finally decided upon a jar of Nutella, picking it off the shelf and heading towards the cashiers. A commotion in the adjacent aisle caught her attention, and she stopped, listening. The huge banging sound stopped, but she was still curious as to what happened. Lily hurried down her aisle, and entered the next one, looking curiously down to the middle. There were shirts scattered all over the floor and draped over an employee, with one girl, presumable a customer, watching him.

• For a moment Lily just stared in surprise, not really sure how to react, but then hysteria overtook her, and she started shaking with muffled laughter. The boy was simply hilarious in his outfit, especially with shirts draped all over him, and his hair going wildly in all directions. She could barely contain her giggles, and soon she was out of breath. Her laughing stopped, and she wiped a tear from her eye, glad that something finally made her feel better. Soon after, though, she felt kind of bad that she had laughed at someone else's expense, but she hoped that the boy wouldn't be too mad about it. Sighing, she looked on with the ghost of her laughter etched on her pale face in a bright grin.

[♥nikolai]

Badly muffled laughter, or maybe it was just his hearing again, suddenly sounded in Nikolai's ears like a gong. Incidentally, it also startled him- since the odd-smelling girl had simply stood there, he had taken her silence as acquiescence and extreme gratitude and continued to fling shirts vaguely in her direction- and he jumped in surprise.

When a feli jumps, it is neither a pretty nor everyday experience. Springing several feet straight into the air, Nikolai came down flapping his arms like a bird, his impressive pompadour quivering with emotion. Nearly strangling himself in the several hundred or so shirts he had draped over himself by this point- in lack of a cart or basket, Nikolai deemed his own body a suitable replacement as a coat hanger- he whirled around swiftly, letting out a triumphant "Ha!" as he faced the intruder. Upon seeing it was yet another girl, trembling oddly, he wilted somewhat, and then further so as he hurriedly yanked up his pants. If they were low riding before, the whales on his boxers were even more prominent now. Muttering something about the inconvenience of leviathans on one's undergarments, Nikolai drew his pants up until he bared several inches of ankle all told, and fixed the girl with a suspicious glare.

Before unleashing a torrent of verbal wit that would stun the girl at the extent of his worldly genius, Nikolai looked himself over, his actions goaded by the laughter. He could see absolutely nothing wrong with himself. Pulling his shirt a bit straighter, he fixed the newcomer with a glare and brandished a shirt at her.

"And what," he demanded loudly, "right do you claim, barging in here? I do not believe females possess the meanest directional instincts! This is clearly the men's section; if you did not see the sign, surely all the testosterone-y hulks like myself hulking around and grunting would give you some sort of indication!" Sniffing prissily to show his disdain, he made as if to throw the shirt, but glanced at it and thought better. The pinstriped mint and daffodil colored shirt had apparently caught his fancy, for he tossed it over his shoulder and looked around for something else handy to throw.

Neither of the girls had given any indication of offense, and it was that which finally made Nikolai hesitate and stop his search. That, and all the surrounding shirts were too pretty to waste in cannonballing the enemy. Still, being laughed at had somewhat ruffled his dander, and he crossed his arms and confronted both of them with a brown eyed glare.

It melted abruptly though. Glazing slackjawed at the second arriver, Nikolai nearly dropped his shirt. Nearly. "My god, is that chocolate?" he asked, any hint of previous threat gone from his tone. He hopped excitedly up and down now. "Tell me where you got that and I'll give you all of my shirts. Well, one of them at least. Do you suppose KMart has fish flavored chocolate? I've always wondered if it existed and you know KMart, if it exists this is the place to get it. Don't suppose it's much of a big seller or whatnot, but I've had a craving for it ever since... uh, my fish died." Incidentally the day he became a feli as the victim of a brutal assault by one, though by no means unprovoked. Nikolai had chucked said fish, and all of its stagnant tank water with it, smack on the coconut of a sleeping feli. He counted himself lucky to be alive. Hadn't gotten so far in the cunning department though. Nikolai's previous secret-keeping record could be counted in seconds. "Not that I ate the fish," he assured her hastily. "Or baked it in a chocolate cake, or whatever. Just nostalgia, I suppose. ...Geoff was the spunkiest chordata in the world...."

As far as Nikolai remembered, he had never named his fish; indeed, it was likely it had been dead for some time before he emptied the tank, and he only discovered it then because he had dropped a Milky Way bar into the bowl. Which he later ate, of course, after drying it with his mother's hair drier. That was one of his weirder days.



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=) sorry for lateness. woo, two replies! thanks! <3

[L i l y]

• As soon as her hysteria had faded, Lily had been worrying about how the boy might react. She was prepared for all kinds of thing, from anger to being ignored, but she wasn't prepared for what did[s/i] happen. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the boy jump in surprise. Actually, a better term from Lily's point of view would be leaped in surprise. She wasn't sure what to make of it, it wasn't something that she could analyze in a split second. She shrugged it off, but a tiny red flag was raised in the back of her mind. She bit down hard on her lower lip to prevent herself from giggling again as the boy landed from his jump. She shook her head in wonder, and suddenly noticed another girl standing off to the side. She seemed to be just as interested in the scene as she was, though her expression seemed a little strange. What a day this was turning out to be.

• Lily walked down the aisle towards the great heap of shirts, intending now to apologize for laughing and to offer her help clearing out the mess. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the boy turned towards her was a loud exclamation, which yet again caught her off guard and made her freeze in mid-step. She blinked, unsure what to do, and had to bite on her lip again as the boy pulled up his pants, attempting to hide the designs on his underpants which Lily had already noticed. She was silent for a moment, glancing over to the other girl that stood nearby to see what her reaction to this was, but her gaze snapped back to the boy as he pointed out to her where in the store she was located. The rudeness ruffled her, but she supposed that she deserved it, so Lily shrugged and replied with a neutral tone. "Sorry, I just happened to pass by and was wondering what all the banging was about. I assumed someone was being beat up, and naturally wanted to investigate.' She raised an eyebrow questioningly as the boy turned back to the shirts. Sighing, she was again about to offer her help when he suddenly turned around, and spotted her jar of Nutella that she still held clutched in her hand.

• His reaction to the chocolate puzzled Lily, but she was amused and secretly glad that he had temporarily forgotten his situation. She grinned. "Yeah, it's Nutella, one of the greatest inventions of mankind." It was true, Nutella was the most delicious chocolate and hazelnut spread Lily has ever tasted, and she even had to hide it from her mom, who would also attack the jar and leave nothing over. Hazelnut chocolate, yes; but fish chocolate? "What? Fish chocolate? Why in the world would you want to eat fish chocolate?" She laughed a little at the amazingly odd question, shaking her head slightly. "I can show you where to find it if you want, and you don't have to give me your shirt. This is the guy's section, remember?" She paused, looking over the mess that he made, thinking. "And you should probably clean up all those shirts afterwards, or ask someone who works here to do it." She added on as an afterthought.

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LOL, I absolutely love your writing style. It cracks me up. xD

[♥nikolai]

Nikolai grinned, and clapped his hands together like a child. Department store chocolate was the elitist of the breed; most people didn't know that, but Nikolai was always remarked upon as being wise for his years. At the mention of the shirts, he looked around him, and winced.

"Shirts," he mumbled. "Ah, yes, shirts. Can't just leave them lying around, silly me." Throwing himself to the floor, he started pulling as many shirts as he could possibly hold (around eighteen) and leaping to the shirt box in something more than human speed. He would've been done within seconds except, face it, this is Nikolai. He can't say "within seconds" without screwing it up somehow.

In a bout of superhuman speed, Nikolai suddenly tripped over something that was invisible to the naked eye, and in another bout of superhuman speed, collided head on with the sale sign. A deafening clang echoed through the store and Nikolai cringed, even as he was rubbing his head. From other aisles, there were muffled shouts and curses. Chucking the last batch haphazardly in, Nikolai lurched up and staggered in the direction the second girl had originally come from, giving her shirt a quick tug on the way.

"Come on, come on," he said desperately. "Can't let them see me- us- I mean, must get to the chocolate, no time to lose, world might end and we wouldn't have any chocolate even as we were turning into vampires or whatever, come come...." As he was trying to run and at the same time look surreptitiously over his shoulder to see any followers, Nikolai smacked into a store shelf.

Stroking his throbbing nose hopelessly, Nikolai nonetheless plowed on in search of the elusive chocolate, not even caring by this point if the chocolate girl was following. Heroes had to make sacrifices, after all.

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-cringes- sorry for wait. should've done it sooner, I apologize.