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Post by prometheus on Jun 24, 2012 13:01:56 GMT -5
Location: Residential District
(OOC: Takes place March 17, 2521 around 9:47am. Open to Prometheus, Pandora, Julianne, Aven, and anyone else who lives in Juli's house that I may have forgotten.. since I'm not all sure who actually lives there. ^_^""")
Pretty early in the morning still, but Prometheus was already awake. In fact.. the guy didn't even bother sleeping. Why sleep when he could enjoy something he hadn't experienced before because of Master Albert.
...Freedom.. to do whatever the heck he wanted. Go anywhere he wanted.. Talk to anyone. Though he probably wouldn't be doing much of that last one. Not unless someone bugged him enough. And right now.. the main two culprits of that were those Julianne and Aven people. Sure.. he was stuck with them now, as well as Pandora, but at least Pandora was there as well. Wasn't like he was surrounded by complete and total strangers that he'd likely destroy in the next few seconds.
Prometheus managed to climb up to the roof, sitting on it while looking out to the distance. Was this what a 'normal' day was like?
............it was boring.
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Post by Julianne & Model Jw on Jun 24, 2012 17:44:32 GMT -5
Well, the quiet morning was about to be broken rather suddenly by a rather active female reploid. It took some hunting, but she found where Promy had gotten onto the roof and, sticking her head out the window, called up to him. "Yo, Prom!" She called. "We're going clothes shopping so you don't have to live in the same outfit every day. Come on."
With that, she'd go back into the house and see if anyone else was awake enough to be drug along. She'd likely need Panny's help, or else Promy might kill the clerk.
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Post by prometheus on Jun 29, 2012 22:58:21 GMT -5
And if Prometheus knew just how long it had taken Julianne to locate him this morning, he wouldn't died laughing. Though chances were.. he probably would've rolled off the roof in the process, but hey. He was a reploid. If he was injured, he could just get fixed. But since he didn't know, chances were the scenario would only live as a simple thought to entertain Prometheus' mind for the next four to five seconds.
And there Julianne was, screaming at him to come down so they can go clothes shopping. What the heck did he need to get more clothes for? He liked these ones, thank you very much. And why waste time getting a bunch of different outfits? Just sounded like a pain in the butt.
...Kinda like this woman was. She was a pain in the butt to him, too.
"Give me one good reason why I should do this.. 'shopping' thing with you!" Sorry, but you weren't going to get Prometheus that easily. It was going to take a bit more than the promise of more clothes.
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Post by Julianne & Model Jw on Jul 5, 2012 11:00:43 GMT -5
Well, sorry Promy, but you won't be finding out how long it took her to find you. Also? She is Julianne, the biggest pain in the butt since spanking was invented; hear her roar.
"Sure, sniff your shirt for a second." How about the promise of clothes that didn't need about a gallon of Clorox?
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Post by prometheus on Jul 9, 2012 5:37:53 GMT -5
Like Prometheus cared if she'd found him up there on the roof or not. Only thing that would've made him care was if she was running throughout the house all day long trying to figure out where the heck he'd wondered off to and he'd been able to listen to her screaming about it the whole time.
Ahh.. that would've been music to his ears. Plus it would've just made him laugh at her. Dummy. He was on the roof!
"Sniff my shirt?" And so he did. Ahh.. The power of Pine Sol, baby ....Ok maybe she did have a point. It didn't smell that bad, just not as great. No wait.. A second whiff and he decreed this shirt to have Albert's putrid stink all over it. Yep. New clothes time.. he supposed.
"Fine! I'll be down in a damn minute!" Prometheus hopped down from the roof, landing in front of Julianne. Would you care for Eau du Albert Stink?
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Post by Julianne & Model Jw on Jul 9, 2012 12:07:53 GMT -5
Julianne smirked slightly as she heard Promy sniff his shirt and she was sure she almost heard a groan of disgust, but that might have been her imagination. Either way, she hid her victorious smile as her charge admitted defeat.
As he landed in front of her, she stood casually regarding him. "I have some of my old work overalls that might fit you, if you wanna borrow those so you don't have to walk around in what you're wearing now before they get washed." Lucky for Promy, Julianne was a rather unisex leaning towards male when it came to clothing options, so he wouldn't have to worry about looking ridiculous if he accepted her offer.
Hm, was anyone else going to tag along?
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Post by prometheus on Jul 19, 2012 22:24:47 GMT -5
It was your imagination, woman. It would be nothing less than that, and if you tried to prove it to be real, then off with your head!
...Wait that'd mean no free bed and breakfast. Crap! Ok, she could keep that pretty little head of hers.. for now. Count yourself lucky, Julianne. Count yourself lucky. Prometheus couldn't kill you. You were far too useful.
Some overalls...? Who do you think he was, future Tom Sawyer?! Not that he even knew who that was. "Show me these... overalls. We'll discuss this only after I see them. And for your sake, they better not be the most god awful ones you have either, because if they are.. I will destroy you." Not that he'd actually do it. As he'd previously stated, she was far too valuable.
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Post by Julianne & Model Jw on Jul 22, 2012 15:45:54 GMT -5
Your denial is adorable, Promy. Please continue with it.
Juli knew full well that Promy was the kind of person not to refuse a free meal ticket when he had one, and he wasn't going to kill the golden goose. Even if he did kill her and Aven and take the garage, Pandora would cry and they both knew that never equaled good.
"Oh relax. They're just denim. I have a special cleaner so they're not grease stained either." Juli rolled her eyes slightly and gave a casual wave at the teen as she walked. "Sure, destroy me, gotcha. I'll be sure to put it in my day planner right before 'giving a shit'."
She stepped into her bedroom and went through her closet, grabbing a set that looked like it would fit her freeloader well enough. She examined it. No grease stains, only one small scuff on the left knee. Hopefully he wouldn't throw a fit about it. Not like he had to wear it all day.
Stepping out, she held them out to Promy. "Give these a gander. Hopefully they're to your...'standards'. Even if they're not, you never struck me as the kind of person to care about impressing people, so surely you don't care about a couple small scuffs, right?" She crossed her arms and smiled slightly. And anyway, coveralls would be helpful because they were easy to pull on and off, so trying on cloths would be less of a bother.
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Post by prometheus on Jul 22, 2012 16:11:52 GMT -5
Denial! Adorable! Get your priorities straight, woman! You were the one in denial, and you were by no means adorable at all!
...which is why you were a perfect match for Prometheus.
"Does it look like I care what kind of fabric it's made from? For the last time, I care about what they look like! And so help me, if these overalls of yours happen to be a dress.. I will make you sit in the chocolate pudding chair! cleave that pretty little head of yours right off your shoulders with my scythe. Is that understood?" And so what if you penciled it in right next to 'don't give a shit'? Prometheus didn't care! "So? I'll just pencil you in right next to 'don't give a rat's ass'. How about that? Or would you rather being penciled in next to 'screw you'?"
Prometheus followed the she-devil into her bedroom, watching as she pulled out some clothes. A little scruff on the knee, but certainly not a dress of any kind. Good.
"...Fine. I'll take it. But don't think I'm happy about it. Now get the hell out so I can change in peace!" And Prometheus.. being as shameless as he was, simply ripped off his jacket. Yes, Julianne. You had Prometheus taking off an article of clothing in your room. What were you going to do about it? Just be grateful the boy still had everything else on.
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Post by Julianne & Model Jw on Jul 28, 2012 11:52:08 GMT -5
"Don't tempt me, man." Juli answered as she rifled through her closet. "Lucky for you, I actually do not OWN a dress, and why do you keep reverting to that oversized meat slicer? Do you actually think I'm intimidated?"
He chuckled as Promy tried to give a retort to her comment, as it was a pathetic attempt and just made him sound desperate to her. She tossed the overalls to her teenage pseudo-son Promy and put her hands on her hips as he inspected it. Finally, he accepted them, and....
Wow, someone needed some lessons in social grace. "Alright, whatever." She shrugged, turning on a heel and sauntering out the door, clearly not caring that Promy was changing in her room.
She stood out in the hall, idly whistling to herself as she waited for her bratastic freeloader to finish changing. She was hoping Panny would come along, but it looks like it was just going to be the she-devil and the he-devil.
Alone.
In a shopping center.
Fun times.
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Post by prometheus on Jul 30, 2012 7:17:17 GMT -5
Prometheus felt his eye twitch a little. This woman... this woman was VERY lucky to be alive right now! "Oversized meat slicer?! I'll have you know it's a scythe, thank you very much!" He tried summoning it, only to remember he couldn't do that when he wasn't Megamerged. This was something he was going to need a lot of time getting used to. It just felt so weird not being Megamerged, especially when he and Pandora had been stuck that was for as long as they could remember. Stupid Albert..! "Don't you even think about laughing at me right now."
Prometheus might not have his scythe, but he could always just Megamerge and use it, or he could just strangle you with his bare hands. Whichever you preferred. You were the lucky one, Julianne.
He caught the overalls, glaring at Julianne the entire time. This was stupid.. Why couldn't he just have his current clothes washed and then leave the house in those? Oh wait. Because Julianne wanted to humiliate him. In public. And take quite a bit of pleasure in his pain. "Good. Now get out."
Once Julianne had left, he continued to strip from his current clothing, putting on the stupid overalls once the rest had been removed. He groaned a bit, sitting on the bed. Why..? Why did he have to go from Albert.. to this she-devil? Granted, Julianne was far better than Albert ever had been. But that didn't mean he liked her. Not.one.bit.
"You can get your ass back in here now.." Prometheus rolled his eyes. He really hated this girl.
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Post by Julianne & Model Jw on Jul 31, 2012 12:45:08 GMT -5
Juli couldn't help but grin when her comment got a rise out of Promy. Oh, child. You weren't going to gt a whole lot of respect from this woman until you got your act together. Even she had a cooler lid than you did, and she had anger issues. And when she was told not to laugh, it became much harder to resist the urge. Oh Promy, you were trying much too hard.
Go ahead and try it, boy, Juli has more experience fighting hand to hand without a biometal than you do. She was more than willing to throw down and get in a brawl, though Model Jw might disagree.
Promy, you silly boy. Even if they did put your clothes in the washwhich they would be. Many, many times., you would still need something to wear! you couldn't run around naked while they washed, now could you?
Julianne was very much a she-devil, but for all of her abrasiveness, she actually cared a fair bit, even about this annoying teenager living in her home. It wasn't only because he was Panny's brother, but she had actually taken a fondness for the brat; which was the only reason she didn't just give the guy a prepaid debit and tossed him out in a shopping center with no instruction. If he was anything like Panny, he'd need some coaching in the art of retail.
Once she got the go ahead to return to the room, she took a look at her blue haired house guest. He actually didn't look too bad. Walking with her, they'd just look like a pair of mechanics, which were not uncommon at all. No one would even bat an eye, she was sure any self consciousness he was feeling over his temporary outfit was unfounded. He didn't look goofy at all. At least not to her.
"Make sure your pockets are empty and toss your clothes in the back. I'll get 'em washed when we get back." Hopefully Promy at least understood the concept of not leaving things in your pockets during the spin cycle.
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Post by prometheus on Aug 5, 2012 18:20:49 GMT -5
Like Prometheus wanted to give you respect. You needed to be the one giving him the respect, Julianne! You were just a tool to him.. a tool that was giving him and his sister free food and home. And clothing. Yes, he was getting free clothing, too. Because why should he have to do it? And besides, even if he did it himself, he'd probably end up stealing it all anyway. What was EC used for anyway? Wasn't like he knew.
And go ahead. Laugh all you wanted, impudent woman. Prometheus would find something to laugh at you about. And when he did, you'd soon learn that he'd never let up on it.
Never.
And by the power of Model W, he'd run around without his clothes all damn day if he wanted. He just prefered to wear them. But who was to say he'd be running around without all his clothes? He still had boxers for crying out loud. He might be rude, but he wasn't indecent enough for indecent exposure. Geez..
Prometheus stared at Julianne as she re-entered the room, giving her that look. The look that said 'Hi. I'm Prometheus. And I'm going to kill you if you don't do something quickly to change my mind.' "Empty my pockets.. Just who do you think you're talking to?! I know how take care of my things, thank you very much!" What, did you think he was just going to leave Model W in his pocket and have you throw the Biometal into the wash? As fun as that would be, what if he needed it? Save that for a day Prometheus didn't have plans.. like every other day.
"Now take me to this.. store. And make it snappy."
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Post by Julianne & Model Jw on Aug 11, 2012 23:04:41 GMT -5
RPer giggles at their relationship. It is amusing.
Julianne just snapped a grin as Promy got so defensive over her simple comment on emptying his pockets. On Promy, if only you knew that only once you loosened up and stopped taking everything as a personal affront, Juli would lay off you. Oh well; maybe one day.
"Sure." She said, crossing her arms with a smile. "Come on then. We'll be taking the truck. Unless you wanna take the bike and just stuff the saddlebags?" Did Promy even know her bike driving track record. She wasn't entirely sure. Oh well, it was really up to him. The truck would be easiest.
She'd leave a quick note on the fridge, and then go into the garage, going down the stairs of the balcony above the work area and to the ground level.
Assuming that they decided to actually take the truck, Juli would climb in and fasten her seat belt. She would then wait until Promy got settled, not turning the engine until he was buckled in.
Once he was finally buckled up, she would turn the engine and, hitting a button on the sun visor, trigger the garage doors to open so she could back out and get into the street, hitting the button again to close them. For the sake of not getting a ticket, she actually drove sanely, making her way down the streets to the local department store.
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Post by prometheus on Aug 13, 2012 7:42:58 GMT -5
And that was something, Julianne.. Prometheus was probably never going to do. As much as you laid into him, he was going to lay back into you... only ten times worse. You had no clue who you were dealing with, woman. You were dealing with Master Albert's first, and worst, creation. Something he wasn't proud of.. but it was nice for a good threat. That was worth the annoyance of remembering that man. You were also dealing with a massively overprotective brother, one who went as far as bossing his little sister around just to be sure she didn't do anything too 'dangerous'. That included talking to men. That was a big no. Sorry, Pandora. Prometheus was going to make your love life a living hell.
"......"
Julianne wanted to take the truck.. yet she had a bike? Bikes sounded fun. Fun to blow up that was. But to be honest.. he'd prefer the bike.. even if that meant having to.. touch Julianne. And she was about to take off for the truck too when he promptly grabbed her by the wrist. Yep.. touching.
"Now who said you could make the decisions for me, pest? We ride the bike.. but under one condition. I'm driving." Only way you were getting him into that truck now was if you dragged him.
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