THRIFT SHOP | open, confronting greed

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    [/fancypost][abbr=Cherry Jubilee Michaelson, 1 year old]♣[/abbr] [abbr=Teleportation, Shape Shifting, Invisibility, Scent Manipulation, Memory Manipulation, Eye Color Manipulation, Project/Manipulate Emotions, Flower Prints, Paw Pads Glow]♦[/abbr] [abbr=Red Fox, Small Dragon, Domestic Cat]♥[/abbr] [abbr=Very hard, attack in #F7BE81]♠[/abbr]

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    No, this simply wouldn't do.




    The vixen spent the next little while hauling all of the items which she had stolen out into the front lawn of the hospital. Once she had moved it all, she stood, panting, looking at the pile before making a sign that read "LOST AND FOUND- PLEASE TAKE YOUR ITEMS BACK IF I STOLE THEM. DEEPEST APOLOGIES." She took a seat next to the sign and watched as a few NPCs came and searched the pile, giving her odd looks as they carried off some things of theirs. "Sorry, dear," she said as they walked off one by one.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; font-family: arial;][justify]Anna had witnessed Cherry's greed, but she didn't know she had stolen a whole pile of things. Trying not to look to weirded out, the small oriental made her way over to the vixen. "It's n-nice of you to, um, return all o-of this stuff." She commented after a moment, seating herself and watching multiple npcs come and take back their stuff.

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    [size=7pt]✸[/size] with a confused expression, mademoiselle begins to poke around through the pile. "Have You Gone Back To Your Old Hoarding Habits?" she whispers, spotting a black-bound book out of the corner of her eye. quickly placing her paw on top of if, the angel gulps audibly. "Is There A Particular Reason You've Stolen My Book?" she questions, aware of the story's somewhat... scandalous contents. ilet's just say that it was the sort of book you didn't exactly preach to the world about reading.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Miyu wakes up, curled around his bag of chips and soda bottle, curled on top of thirteen uncomfortable crackly leaves, an invitation note and with a dead rotting bird next to him plus a pacifier, stares at his veritable hoard, and wonders what the actual fork he is doing. Excuse his language. His mind flashes to rolling the soda close and dragging the chips toward himself while they were all pretty much having a picnic, quickly filching the note lying on their border like he'd die if he didn't get it quickly.


    He recalls taking thirteen whole leaves at Leo's game just because - why? Because he wanted to have the most?


    No, because he had to have MORE.


    It can't continue. He can't keep feeling this - this temptation to possess everything, to want everything, to look at something and have his eyes dilate and actually foam at the mouth because he wants it so bad. He's more than this - it's not like him. He's never wanted to steal anything before; he's never wanted to take so much, to keep so much. He's never wanted to outright claim so many things as his.

    Because owning materialistic things is twoleg. Twoleg. The need to brand his name on anything other than his territory, to own something as meaningless as the things he has now (with the bird's body nearly rotting and the note crumbled under the shifting of his weight in the night, the leaves that have cracked and splintered into a billion pieces) - he's only ever been happy with the simple call of the wild.


    The wild was pushing it a little.


    But to want to have more, and more, and more ...


    It was undeniably not him.


    And so somehow Miyu finds himself joining Cherry - he glances over her sign and squints over it, at first unable to process the human letters but with a bit of struggle managing to decipher the immaculate shapes and match them to his own cache of symbols. The dismal amount that he knows.


    With a small tilt of his head and a beaming grin towards her, Miyu rolls the soda bottle he'd taken way back when with his paw out from behind himself and, stopping it, cocks his head at all of them. 'Hey, anyone want a drink?'


    (And with another tilt of his head, he notices the stutter that has overtaken Anna's words - for a moment, there's a brief flash of worry in his yellow eyes and a silent decision made to approach her; try to help. Maybe.)


    (So evermore the greed shatters under his paw, entirely forgotten. Take that, greed.)
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    [/fancypost][abbr=Cherry Jubilee Michaelson, 1 year old]♣[/abbr] [abbr=Teleportation, Shape Shifting, Invisibility, Scent Manipulation, Memory Manipulation, Eye Color Manipulation, Project/Manipulate Emotions, Flower Prints, Paw Pads Glow]♦[/abbr] [abbr=Red Fox, Small Dragon, Domestic Cat]♥[/abbr] [abbr=Very hard, attack in #F7BE81]♠[/abbr]

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    [size=7pt]✸[/size] "Thank God," mademoiselle sighs, face flooding with relief. if cherry had read that book, how was she going to explain herself? easy; she wasn't. turning to miyu, the angel sighs, "I Will Pass As Well."


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    [/fancypost][abbr=Cherry Jubilee Michaelson, 1 year old]♣[/abbr] [abbr=Teleportation, Shape Shifting, Invisibility, Scent Manipulation, Memory Manipulation, Eye Color Manipulation, Project/Manipulate Emotions, Flower Prints, Paw Pads Glow]♦[/abbr] [abbr=Red Fox, Small Dragon, Domestic Cat]♥[/abbr] [abbr=Very hard, attack in #F7BE81]♠[/abbr]

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    fancypost (c) Paige

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    [size=7pt]✸[/size] hah...hah...right. a regular book. taking the expression of a deer in headlights, mademoiselle chuckles awkwardly. "No Particular Reason. Anyway, I Ought To Be Going Now. Thank You, Jubilee," she replies clenching the book in her jaws and turning to leave.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 330px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Blinking over at Miyu when he offers a drink of his soda, Anna is suddenly reminded of her brother. Where had Villian run off to? She really needed to catch up on him, and make sure he wasn't dead. She didn't know what she would do if she found out they had been separated again. Though, as of now, she would have to stay with the rest of her clan-mates. Bringing a ghost of a smile to her lips, the cyan furred Clerk shook her head. "No thanks, Miyu." She adds to the multiple denials that the CEO had gotten.


    Gaze shifting back to Cherry and Mademoiselle, Killingheroes raised a brow in interest as she looked down at the book. There didn't seem to be anything special about the book, but that was probably because she wasn't attached to it. If it was important to the wolf, than it was probably best that she have it back. Shrugging her shoulders, she kept silent.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]This is a mildly old thread, but Miyu feels as if he should add onto this on sheer account of his soda.


    Yellow eyes widen, head slowly turning to all three of them in turn. 'Wha ... you guys don't want it?' he repeats, slowly tilting his head to the side. Miyu furrows his metaphorical cat brows; wait a second, so this is him abandoning his greed and yet no one wants the thing that he stole? And it's technically alright if he keeps it because no one really wants it?


    The brown tabby glances back down at the large bottle of soda under his paw, and the light refracting off it captures perfectly the sparkle of almost translucent irresistible glistening orange liquid ... sloshing gently in its container every minute roll it makes ...


    Miyu swallows, glances hurriedly at all three of them, before slowly rolling the bottle carefully towards himself.


    Well, if no one ... if no one minds ...


    He breaks into a sunny, innocuous grin, dipping his head to them. 'Alright!' he laughs. 'It's no big deal. I'll just, ahem, put this back where it ... you know, belongs. Before I found it. Because I just found it .... lying somewhere. Kay.'


    Miyu particularly nods to Anna brightly before he turns tail and also makes his leave.


    Ssh. It was his all along.


    notes 666 for demonic miyu
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