Ramen is a Poor Man's Friend (Zar)

[Alistair Therin Redcliffe]

Dec. 1, 6:15pm

What does one do after death? Shop, apparently. It was amazing, Alistair mused to himself, how much crap a dead man could need. The shopping list in his hand wasn't that long, of course, but he'd always been a bit of an impulse shopper. Going into a store in search of only one object never usually resulted in him leaving the store with less than three objects. And sometimes the object he'd went in for wasn't one of the three. Already his shopping cart held items he hadn't thought to mark down before leaving home... Just looking into the buggy, he found pieces he knew he didn't really -need- so much as -want-. He sighed, tilting his head slightly as he tried to find a reason not to get them. A Christmas wreath, for his door... it was the holidays, after all. But it wasn't like he knew many people in Haven yet. So who would notice the wreath? Still, he loved decorating for holidays, and if he did get visitors he wanted them to be in the Christmas spirit. The wreath stayed. Then there was the Nintendo Addict tshirt. He had tshirts. One of the first thing's he'd bought in Haven was clothing, what with the dried blood around the neck of the shirt he'd been wearing when... nevermind. The point was, he didn't need this shirt. And yet... he'd had one just like it back in his old life. He'd loved that shirt. And it was only five dollars. Sighing, Alistair let it remain in the cart, giving up the fight against his impulsive shopping and turning the buggy down another ilse.

The list in his hand drew his attention again, reminding him to try and focus. He needed food. Yes, that flat-screen TV looked nice, and it was on sale, but even so... he could hardly afford it on a teachers salary, could he? He had his laptop back home, he could watch DVDs on that for now. -Food-. That was what he needed. Obviously the trick to getting out of the store without more unnecessary crap was to avoid the other areas of Walmart. Trying his best to ignore everything else, Alistair turned his shopping cart towards the grocery section, resisting the urge to turn his head and look around. He didn't have the cash for all this extra stuff right now... not after having to pretty much start over from scratch. Not that he was complaining, mind you... second chances were wonderful, and he'd been luckier than many, surely. He'd had his last mortal paycheck in his wallet and his laptop and sketchbooks in his messenger bag when he... started over. Still, one paycheck did not a castle build, not with an art teachers pay. He'd spent most of it on clothing and thrift store furniture for his new place.

Finally reaching the grocery section, he slowed his pace, searching the isles for the things on his list. A few twelve-packs of Coke a Cola... Some chips... Sandwich materials, of course. Baloney, cheese, mayo, bread. Ramen noodles, in beef and creamy chicken flavors. Now there was a poor man's salvation. Cheap and tasty, and one pack made a meal in itself. He leaned on his cart then, taking a pen from his pocket and crossing things off his list. Hmm... only a few more things to go, then he could head home and get some of those papers on art history graded.

W O R D S * 578 ;;
T A G G E D * Salizar;;
W E A R I N G * www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63382741 ;;
C R E D I T S * bruno mars' lazy song ;;

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5] Salizar wondered vaguely where Dracen was hiding at tonight. He'd gone by the club after work, thinking that he'd been working, and nada. His friend had better not be out doing something stupid. He worried about the other male. Dracen was a damn good friend of his, and one he'd hated to see lost. If the immortal's hadn't pulled him away, then he might well have been able to save the other male's life. But Dracen didn't see it that way. Dracen felt betrayed by him. Not because he'd failed, no, but because he'd not told him who he was when Dracen had still been alive. How awkward would that conversation had gotten. Try explaining to someone that you'd been dead since 1939... they'd have thought he was on something. Not that Dracen wasn't in to drugs... it was how he'd died. Salizar shook his head as he entered into the store where Dracen tended to spend a lot of his time. Salizar didn't get the draw of Wal-Mart. He himself made a habit of avoiding it for the most part. There were other stores to get groceries from, and everything else? Cheap clothes and even cheaper products? No, give him something that lasted. Of course, he didn't get a lot of today's fashion. He himself never got over the habit of wearing a shirt and tie. He liked it, it felt comfortable. Jeans were scratchy, and often times too tight in all the wrong places. He shook his head slightly at the thought. He wasn't entirely sure how modern men could restrict themselves in such ways. It shouldn't have been physically possible, and yet some did. He felt exceptionally out of place in the busy little store as he walked around. He wasn't having much luck at all. He moved from the section of clothes and down the aisle towards the electronics. That seemed like a logical place to find someone like Dracen. Of course, logic and reality seldom mingled. As was proven when Salizar didn't spot anyone he knew in the area. He sighed, pausing in the middle of the aisle, right hand idly fiddling with the gold band on his left ring finger, twisting it slowly as he thought about where else he should look. Maybe the grocery section... that made sense. He sighed and started his trek towards that area of the store, again feeling completely out of place as he passed a woman wearing flipflops, a tank top, and pants that were obviously part of a set of pajamas. Really? They came out in public in their pajamas? Yes, definitely out of his element. He walked slowly down the back aisle where the freezer-section for the meats and such were located and sighed softly. Obviously Dracen wasn't here, or if he was, he was deliberately dodging him. He wished that he could figure out what he could do to make things up to his friend. But he was a very stubborn man. It was as he rounded a corner, caught up in his thoughts when he ran directly into someone. "Oh, damn," he cursed, taking a step back. "I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," he stated apologetically before he tilted his head, eyes roaming over the other male. He was attractive... and a Reaper. But Salizar didn't know who he was. "Oh... I... you're new here, aren't you? To New Haven?" he asked slowly, talking about someone's death was always a little sketchy. "I'm sorry... I'm Salizar..." he stated, offering the other male his right hand to shake. "Welcome to New Haven."

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[Alistair Therin Redcliffe]

Alistair finished crossing items off his list, standing still with his cart pushed against the racks so it was out of the way. The speakers above began to blare the chords of "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas", making him glance upwards and chuckle softly. As Christmas music went, it was rather silly, but he's always found it to be rather adorable. Who sang it again? Shirley Temple? Or some other little sweet cheeked blonde doll back before his time. He never understood how some people got so annoyed at the mere thought of Christmas music... he loved it. It lifted his spirits, even back in the mortal world. And here... here it made it feel more like home.

He was curious, though, if they'd play the more religious Christmas songs. Some stores back in the mortal world didn't, because of all the other cultures... which raised more questions. Ones he hadn't thought to ask before. Did Haven contain people of... different faiths? He'd been raised Christian, even if he hadn't been very serious about it, and when the Angels showed up he'd assumed... but if Haven didn't accept people of different faiths, where did they go, when they deserved a second chance? Surely it wasn't only the Christian faith that got to start over. Then again, other religions had that whole reincarnation thing, right? Some of them, at least. What if there were more worlds like Haven out there? Each for their own religion or-

Ooof!

In hindsight, he really shouldn't have been standing so long at the end of the aisle like that... especially with his backside facing oncomers, instead of the cart. If someone with a buggy had whipped around the corner, he'd have ended up with a nice bruise across his rear. As it was, he was startled out of his religious musings by a warm body colliding with his own, jarring him slightly. He straightened up and turned to look towards the man who'd hit him, lips already parting to stop the others apologies with his own. "No, no, my fault, I shouldn't be camping out right at the end of the..." Wow. He was handsome. And he didn't look like... well, like a kid, like most of the people in Haven. Did that mean he was a Reaper too? Alistair trailed off, stareing at the other male a moment before realizing what he was doing and clearing his throat, blushing slightly. He took the others hand with a small grin, nodding. "Thank you... er... yes, I'm rather new here still. I'm Alistair. Its nice to meet you. There's not many older people around that I've seen- um, not to say that you're old or anything, just... that you look around my age. So.. you... um. I'm sorry, I'm not really familiar with the proper protocol here yet, or whats ok to ask or not ask, but... if you are my age, then... you're one too, right?"

W O R D S * 490 ;;
T A G G E D * Zar ;;
W E A R I N G * See first post ;;
C R E D I T S * bruno mars' lazy song ;;

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]Salizar watched the other male as he tried to wave his apologies off. He shook his head slightly, smiling softly at the younger male, reaching out to gently touch his shoulder. "Ah, how noble of you to try and take the blame yourself, but you were not the one moving. Had we been in vehicles, I've no doubt that I would be the one paying the insurance," he stated, laughing softly as he watched the other male to make sure that he had not been injured. He seemed to be fine... if a little on the quiet side, though he saw the other male looking him over. He tilted his head slightly, wondering why the other was not continuing on with his original statement before he was smiling and then starting something new. Answering his question, it would seem. He nodded slightly as the other confirmed that he was new there and then gave him his name. Alistair? That was interesting, especially for someone who was new to New Haven. Most people who came to New Haven nowadays had more modern-type names, Alistair was a name he hadn't heard in... a very long time. He chuckled softly as the other stated that he hadn't seen many older people in New Haven and then tried to apologize for calling him old. "That's the thing in New Haven, you can never guess ages from apperances. I actually am rather old... I've been in existence for... over a hundred years so..." He gave a slight shrug. "I was born in the year nineteen-hundred and eleven... I died in nineteen-hundred thirty-nine," he said softly. He smiled faintly as the other mentioned not knowing proper protocol and tilting his head slightly. "One what? A Reaper? Yes... I'm a Reaper. I actually work at the hospital, I'm one of the senior members of the medical staff. I just got back to New Haven, actually. Been out on assignment in the mortal world to aquire as much new knowledge and other such things that I can from the mortal world for the hospital here so that we stay up-to-date. You know how the Immortals don't like to go themselves." He wasn't entirely sure why the Immortals didn't like going amongst the mortals themselves, perhaps it was forbidden. He didn't exactly know. They did have the whole issue of hiding their aura. Even Salizar could see their aura whenever they were near. But then maybe that aura was just something in New Haven. He didn't know, and he didn't try to understand the Immortals. That way lay madness. Salizar turned his smile back to the other male at this point. "In case you didn't know, you can always tell a Reaper from a citizen by the rings," he stated, reaching down and tapping the ring that was currently on Alistair's left ring finger and then held up his own. Both were yellow gold with the symbol of the Reapers engraved into it. "The Immortals have a ring also, on the same finger, theirs will be white gold, however. Not yellow gold," he stated, releasing the other male's hand. He smiled at Alistair, watching him for another moment. "So how are you liking New Haven?" he asked, wondering vaguely if the other male was having a rough time adjusting or if he was doing well. A lot of the children had trouble adjusting in the beginning, and even some Reapers.

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