<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/><br/><br/>Paislee was painfully aware of the people who gawked at Orca, but she did her best not to acknowledge. It was best to just ignore those around and continue on their way. They were nearing their destination when a young girl ran up to Orca and Paislee stopped walking, her body becoming rigid with worry. She decided, however, to say nothing--wishing to see what would happen. It wasn't as if she could do anything at that moment anyhow.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You're really tall Mr. Fish! How tall are you?" </span>the little girl asked and Paislee inwardly cringed, hoping that Orca did not mind the nickname. For a moment, everything felt tense--at least for Paislee, but Orca's silence ended when he finally knelt down to speak to the girl,<span style="color: #4040FF">"This one hasn't checked in a while. It wasn't that long ago though that this one was a little tadpole such as yourself, not much taller either." </span>Paislee couldn't stop the tiny quirk of her lips as she watched Orca interact with the little girl. Maybe bringing Orca out was not such a terrible idea after all.<br/><br/>Distantly Paislee could hear a woman shout in the background, but she chose to ignore it in favor of watching Orca speak to the girl. They exchanged a few more words before a woman stormed up and yanked the girl into her arms, her head snapping to look at Paislee,<span style="color: #FF0000">"Keep your monster on a leash and away from my child!"</span>Paislee went to take a step forward give a piece of her mind to the woman, but the lady had enough sense to hightail it out of the area before Paislee could go off.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Stupid bitch," </span>the dark haired woman muttered as she turned to face Orca. She gave a frown as she watched his ears flatten and looked back at the retreating woman, just briefly catching the little girl waving to Orca. Paislee gave a sigh, saddened to see so much hate in the little girl's mother. She was just happy the little girl was still so innocent.<br/><span style="color: #4040FF"><br/>"This one can't recall ever speaking to such a small human before. Your species' children can be quite cute," </span>Orca stated,<span style="color: #4040FF">"...Though a little too trusting..."</span>Paislee nodded,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I suppose that is true. I've never had a taste for children, but that one was alright."</span>It was a lie, Paislee loved children, but she had never had a chance to really start her family like her and her husband had hoped.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"So where will you be leading this one...?" </span>Orca finally asked and Paislee gave a weary grin,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "To the slimiest pawn shop in town, of course!" </span>With that, they made the little distance left to their destination in a short amount of time. Paislee opened the door, gesturing for Orca to walk in and he did so, though he had to duck his head a little. Inside there were various trinkets and junk lining dusty shelves and walls, the windows were cracked, and the floor was questionably stained. Paislee wrinkled her nose some, disliking the musty smell that resided within the store. Even after all the years dealing with the owner, she had still not gotten used to the stench.<br/><br/>She walked towards the back of the store where a balding, sweating man sat examining metal scraps. Without introduction, Paislee slammed her hand flat against the counter top causing the man to jump.<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Listen here, Roderick, I got your shit, but you still owe me for last time--so here's how it's going to go. You're going to pay me for last time, then you're going to pay me for now, and then you're going to pay me not to detach your head from your body,"</span>she said, her voice deceptively low and sweet. The man, if possible, began to sweat even more.<span style="color: #80FF00"> "Ah-h...Paislee! How nice of you to drop by!! I just...I have your money, actually, right here!!"</span>he said with a shaky voice, trembling hands reaching into his coat pocket. Paislee reaching out, somehow producing a knife in her hand and putting it to the man's throat,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I would be very careful searching for that money, Roddie..." </span>The man raised his hands in surrender and Paislee opened his coat, revealing a pocket with a stack of cash and another pocket with a gun.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"I'll take these," </span>she said with a smile, grabbing the gun and wad of money, removing the knife from the man's throat. In a flurry of movements the gun was unloaded and taken apart. She laid the pieces on the table and counted the money out that was owed and what she asked for, leaving a small stack.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"This should do just fine. And, as agreed, here are your items," </span>she said pleasantly as she took out a few canteens of real water and a few high tech soldering tools.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Next time you put in an order, you'll have to pay up front. Understood?"</span>she asked in a low voice, the man nodded frantically and Paislee gave a smile,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Good! Glad to have had this nice chat. Goodbye Roderick, have a nice day." </span><br/><br/>Paislee turned around, signalling Orca to follow her. Once they were back out on the street, she looked up at Orca,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Alright, let's go get you some clothes and we can go meet a friend for a more pleasant visit." </span>Paislee seemed rather satisfied with her success in the pawn shop and was in a much better mood than she had started her day with.