<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><br/>"This one would appreciate it. This one finds it difficult to look intimidating while also attempting to protect his modesty,"</span>Orca admitted as his tail swished behind him. Paislee gave a slight snort,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I bet."</span><br/><br/>The two of them weaved through the crowds rather quickly, making it to the shop for some clothing in impressive time. The moment they had walked in, Paislee could tell that Orca possibly felt a little overwhelmed by the store--and especially by the woman who approached them. He looked to Paislee for help but she offered nothing but a sadistic smirk as he was pulled away by the sales woman.<br/><br/>Paislee decided to stay within earshot, but did not bother too much to monitor the woman and Orca as she looked around the store. She wasn't too concerned about Orca being harmed in the store and she certainly wasn't concerned about the price of anything. She had taken far more than necessary from Roderick. It was a good lesson for the pawn shop keeper and it helped with getting Orca some decent clothes. Distantly in the background there was the sound of a struggle, but the dark haired woman took no notice, too far in her own thoughts.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><br/>"---P-Paislee! Help me!"</span>Paislee's head shot up as she heard Orca call for help and quickly came towards the back, only for the woman to pull back the curtain to reveal a rather shaken Orca and a less than pristine sales woman.<span style="color: #FFFF00"> "Well, he put up a good fight, but I've been doing this a long time. So miss, what do you think?"</span>she asked, pointing to Orca. Paislee gave a devious smile--please by both Orca's new look and the fact that the sales woman had man-handled him much as he had done to Paislee earlier in the day,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "I think it's just what he deserves...Tell me Orca, are you satisfied with these clothes? They seem a bit snug, if you were to ask me. How breathable is that fabric?" </span><br/><br/>The sales woman narrowed her eyes some, seemingly insulted that Paislee would question her judgement.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Well?"</span>Paislee asked impatiently, irritated at the look. The woman smoothed her face and gave another beaming smile,<span style="color: #FFFF00">"It's our most breathable fabric, miss. It is very good for this type of weather we have. It should keep him cool and comfortable through all the seasons."</span>Paislee gave a thoughtful nod and looked back at Orca,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "And do you feel that her assessment of this fabric is accurate, Orca?"</span>Paislee inquired, ignoring the slight sigh of the woman.<br/><br/>Paislee was not about to force Orca to be in anything that he didn't deem comfortable. She, herself, hated skin-tight clothing. When he gave her something of the affirmative, she looked back to the sales woman.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"It seems you've done a good job. We are both very pleased. Thank you. Can we get a few more items, however? Just a couple of more like the one he has on and a few that are more traditional of the area?"</span>she asked as she brushed some hair out of her eyes. The woman's professional smile seemed to blow into a full genuine one,<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Well of course! I'll be right back."</span><br/><br/>The woman disappeared and Paislee turned to Orca, who still seemed rather disgruntled that he had been assaulted by the sale's woman.<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Wasn't very pleasant, was it?" </span>Paislee asked,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Although, I imagine it was far less frightening for you--I'm quite impressed with your restraint. She's still breathing..."</span>She shifted her weight some, cocking a hip to the side and placing her hand on the opposite one,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I will say I am sorry for that, though. I had not expected her to be so aggressive...I can't lie and say it doesn't please me just a tiny bit though." </span><br/><br/>It wasn't long after Paislee finished speaking that the woman approached them again, this time with arms full of clothes for Orca. Paislee was satisfied they'd likely fit Orca, and if they didn't--well, she could always bring them back. She paid and carried the bags in her hands as she headed towards the door.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Let's go get something to snack on. I know we didn't eat that long ago, but I feel nibblish,"</span>Paislee stated.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Is there any particular types of food you like? I know you said that you were never treated well, but perha---"</span>Paislee never had the chance to finish her sentence as the sound of a roaring engine filled the air. She whirled around only to see a rusted, old car coming barreling down the dusty road. People began to scream as they jumped out of the way and Orca was right in its path.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Orca!!"</span>Paislee yelled, instantly dropping the bags in her hands and tackling Orca out of the way. The car barely missed the two of them, though Paislee didn't bother to think about that. She heard the squeal of breaks and more rocks flying into the air, turning to see that the car was attempting to turn around. Whoever the driver was, they had a goal--and it looked to be as if they were trying to kill Orca and Paislee.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Get inside!"</span>she commanded, not bothering to see if Orca listened. Instead she ran towards the car, uncaring that it was heading straight for her. People around her shouted, one person even calling out to her,<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Paislee, don't!"</span>She wasn't sure who it was, but it didn't sound like Orca's lyrical voice. She ignored it, focusing all of her attention onto the vehicle. She could hear the blood rushing through her ears, but even that didn't drown out the smaller sounds. Above the sound of tires, screams, and the engine, she could still hear the rustling of wind chimes and the crowing of birds overhead. In the back of her mind she thought of how strange that was.<br/><br/>Her thoughts didn't last long though as she threw her body into the air and towards the car, rolling over the hood and dropping her hand down to grab the front of it. The car sped up and Paislee knew the driver was likely going to slam their breaks or begin wildly steering. She didn't bother to wait for the inevitable and instead quickly maneuvered herself towards the passenger side, miraculously swinging her body through the windowless door. The guy inside was wearing a mask, but Paislee could still identify the fear in his green eyes. She threw a fist into the man's jaw in an attempt to knock him out, but it did not seem to work. He reached wildly for her with one hand, while the other stayed on the steering wheel. Paislee avoided him easily enough and decided to jump in the backseat. The man seemed to reach a panic and slammed the breaks, causing Paislee to lose her balance some, though she managed to keep from flying forward. He threw the car into park and scrambled to try to get out before Paislee could get him.