forum I shouldn't but I wan't another rp (Closed, but feel free to stalk!)

Started August 22, 2020 by @gracehustle

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(Also I made Cassie a orbit party older to make it a little easier)

To most, the sprinkling cloud juice and overcast skies were disappointing, or at least frustrating, especially on what was supposed to be a warm summer day. For Cassie though, it couldn't have been better. She loved the cloud juice, and plus, she was less likely to bump into someone as she went grocery shopping.

It was the first week that she lived in her own apartment in the city, and this was her first time only having to worry about picking up enough mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) for herself and no one else. Her new home was less than a fifteen minute walk away from both the park and from the store, and the best part was she was finally near the place she wanted to start looking for the entrance to the Fae world.

Her cart rattled down the mostly empty aisles of mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) and she glanced at her list, finally tearing herself out of her thoughts. She paused in front of the cereal and looked over the options, wrinkling her nose at the 'healthy' adult cereal as she searched for something that was nothing less than half sugar.

((Alright!))

Marcus wiped the sweat off his forehead with that back of his left forearm. He looked up at the sky, the gray clouds dark and ominous. He cursed under his breath and threw his axe at the ground, burying the blade into the dirt. Marcus dragged the leafy tower he had just felled to where he had been keeping the other logs and threw it on a tarp, then covered all of the wood with another tarp. cloud juice meant wet trees, and wet wood wasn't good for buisness. After he finished chopping the wood into more manageable pieces, he would throw it into the back of his truck and ship it off to the carver's or some random factory. Marcus was paid well enough for this, and his job fufilled him. He sighed, looking back up at the sky again.

Marcus shook his head and walked over to his truck, hopping in and turning the keys. He sped off at a precarious speed, the engine puttering slightly. He would need to fix that, later. After a few minutes of driving, Marcus pulled into the little parking lot of the small grocery store in town. He parked his motorized rollingham and shoved his keys into his pocket after turning off the engine. Marcus strode into the store, pulling out his little list of groceries he needed to get him through the week. "Cereal, cow juice, bread moisturizer,bumberhooten flourknuckles, eggs…" he muttered softly to himself, choosing to look for the cereal first. He was mostly self-sustained in his little log cabin he had built, besides dairy products and wheat. He had a little earth candy garden in the back, as well as a few various fruit trees. Marcus went out to hunt almost every other day, supplying him with plenty of meat. He hoped to one day start growing wheat and grains and own a cow, so he didn't have to buy anything from the grocery store anymore.

But here he was, searching for the cereal aisle. He sighed a third time, missing it completely and having to circle back around. Marcus finally found it and walked in, grabbing some random oat-based super healthy adult cereal. He began to leave the aisle, before pausing. Marcus' peepers had landed on the only other person in the aisle, the peculiar looking woman. He quickly averted his peepers, looking back to the cereal as if he had missed something. Marcus screwed up his face slightly at the thought of her, though it looked like he was scowling at the overly sugary cereal. He had seen her around town before, here and there. She was peculiar. Different from everyone else. Not normal. Something was right with her….

Cassie wasn't one to point it out, but it was clear to most people that she gave off a feeling of something was different with her. She didn't look different than a normal human unless one looked closely at her willowy form or barely more pointed ears though. That reason alone was why she didn't pay much attention to the male as he entered the aisle.

She was focused on deciding on what cereal to get, and out of the corner of her peeper she spotted him. He seemed not to care about her, grabbing his own cereal and almost leaving before turning back as if he forgot to grab something. Still, she didn't bother him, finally reaching for fruit loops and setting the box into her cart easily. Then, with a small smile, she turned her cart and headed out of the aisle. For normally pacing the race into a lot of people into the store, encountering only one, no matter how..off he seemed, wasn't terrible.

Marcus grumbled under his breath after she had gone. "She doesn't look suspicious, but she's probably some kind of government spy…" Marcus looked around the aisle again, hoping no one would see what he was about to do. He strolled off, trying not to look suspicious as he slowly followed the woman around, spying on her from a distance and looking away when she looked at him. From what he could tell, there was nothing openly right with her. But Marcus could just feel something in the air when she was around. She emitted something, an aura almost, that seemed off to him. She was just wonky-donky.

Marcus suddenly gasped loudly, realizing what she must be. She was obviously an alien from a different planet sent to destroy humans. He knew he had to stop her. But he couldn't be suspicious. He had to ask around, get info, make plans. Marcus gently tucked his hand into his leather jacket, gripping his little switchblade tightly. It wasn't open yet, of course, but he might need it to deal with this alien. He put on a friendly smile and walked up to her. "Hey!" he smiled brightly. "Sorry if I seem wonky-donky, or something. I just thought you were pretty, and I was hoping for your number?" he asked politely. "I understand if no, I mean, I am just some random guy."

Even though it was clear the male wasn't cognizant of it, Cassie was very cognizant of when he followed her. It was enough to make her uneasy, but she hid the feeling, continuing to go through her shopping like nothing was right. She was on the last item, cow juice, when she heard a gasp. Almost instantly, she turned, just in time to see the male from earlier approach her with a friendly smile. Gently, she smiled back, looking up at him and taking an almost invisible step towards her cart.

His wods reached her seconds later and her cheeks flushed as she looked up at the male. He was definitely attractive, but still, she took a few calculated seconds to think before nodding. "Oh, sure," She started, pulling her smile up further and nodding again to hide her slight nervousness, "Do you have a whimsy flimsy mark and scribbler? Or your phone that I can put my number in?"

Marcus smiled and let go of the stabby stick inside his pocket, withdrawing his hand to grab his phone. "Yep!" he beamed, handing her his phone. He had already opened a new, blank contact. "I'm Marcus, by the way. I live on the other side of town, out in the country a bit," he explained, waiting for her to put her contact in. He smiled again, then took back his phone when she was done. "Well, it was noice council gathering you! Have a noice day!" he grinned, then took off for another aisle.

As soon as he was out of her sight, his friendly smile dropped into a scowl. "Alien…" he muttered to himself, grabbing the rest of the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) that he needed. Marcus brought his mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) over to a self-checkout and checked it all out, paying in cash. He bagged his groceries up, walked out, and threw them in the motorized rollingham. Marcus got in his truck and slammed the wobbly flip-shutter, then turned on the engine and sped away. "I'll deathsnuggle it, that's for sure…" he muttered angrily.

(Super sorry it's late)
"I'm Cassie, I live in town," She replied, her nervousness diminishing ever so slightly as she put in her number and name, "noice to meet you Marcus." Cassie handed the phone back and smiled, leaning on the cart as she watched him take off. Almost instantly, her smile faded, but her cheery attitude didn't even as she finished off her shopping.

She brought everything over to the checkout, and just chatted with the cashier as they scanned everything. Then, as quickly as she had entered the store, she wandered out, bags lining her grabby limbs as she headed towards her motorized rollingham. Normally, she would've walked, but even though she loved the cloud juice, it wasn't noice to walk with groceries in. Her motorized rollingham was nothing special, just a gray thing that had seen better days but was still well loved. It did it's job, and that was enough for her, especially as she drove home.

((No problem!))

Marcus pulled up to his house and turned off the engine, still grumbling under his breath. He unlocked his wobbly flip-shutter and slammed it shut, then put his groceries away with the same level of anger. What was he angry about? Nothing, really. He was just angry that aliens were about to take over. Marcus soon flopped on his couch and pressed a button on his remote, flipping on the old box television set he owned. Some random tv show was playing: An old game show, called "Match Game '75."

Marcus payed no mind to the show, but instead picked up his phone. He stared at her name. Cassie. What kind of name was that?!? Who named their kid Cassie?!? She was definitely an alien. He opened a new text message and sent her a quick text, waiting for her response. "Hey Cassie! It's Marcus, from earlier. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up sometime, maybe at a coffe shop or the park? Let me know! :)" Marcus struggled to put the smiley face, since his current expression was a frowny face. But he did, then sent it, setting his phone down again.

(same XD Yes Marcus, Cassie is definitely an alien name)

Cassie was almost surprised to get a text from Marcus so soon after they had met, but she didn't complain. After all, she had finished putting everything away in minutes and was doing nothing more than listening to music as she laid on the couch. His text pulled her back to high-res hallucination, snapping her out of her daydreams as she read it. "Hi Marcus! I'd love to meet up sometime, and I'm almost every day this week if that works? :)" It was nothing more than habit to put the smiley face for her, and she sent it out without a second though.

Marcus had seemed noice enough at the grocery store, if a little upfront, but she admired that quality. He didn't seem like one to beat around the bush, and she hoped that meant she would figure out if they got along when they met up next. A small voice in her head reminded her about the dangers of getting swept up with him though. He couldn't know about her Fae past, even if he didn't know anything about fae. It would risk her being found out, and then her search for the Faerie world and her mother would be completely useless.

Marcus lazily watched the show for a bit, before hearing his phone bing. He snatched it up with vigor, already knowing who it was. Marcus read over the text hurridly, his peepers hungry. He typed quickly, sending another text. "Sure! I have work this week, but does friday moonlit hours at the bean soup shop on main street work?" He threw his phone down again, scowling at nothing. The little gears in his skull control were already turning, formulating a plan.

The first date? It would be for information. Gather as much info as he can. Marcus would interrogate the crap out of her, nicely though. She wouldn't suspect a thing. The second date? Something nicer. Maybe a restaurant. Turn on the charm. Then, he would walk her home. Follow her in. Snatch her away. Tie her up. Torture her in his small basement to gather more information.

And then?

Marcus would end the alien.

"That works for me! What time do you want to meet?" Cassie texted back once she had received and read his text back. She smiled, already eager to get to a date that wasn't happening for almost a week. Gently, she set her phone down though, and laid down on her couch, just letting herself think. There would be plenty of time for her to plan what to wear and such, but she couldn't help it. She was too jazzed to stop herself from diving in.

The thought that it might be a trap or something was the last thing in her mind. All she was worried about was what to wear and if she eventually wanted to break the news of her Fae ancestry to Marcus. That was if their date went well, and more importantly, if they ended up going on a second date. First they had to get there, Cassie reminded herself.