<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/a3e78b33-5cae-43cf-bca0-7bdc0488116b_zpskyozpugo.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/cooltext117506316786206_zpsnqy2zyuh.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"So where will you be leading this one...?"</span></span><br/><br/>Paislee gave a weary grin,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"To the slimiest pawn shop in town, of course!"</span></span>Her words left the creature with a foul taste in his mouth.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"This one can not wait,"</span></span>Orca said with little enthusiasm. The creature didn't understand Paislee's life, or her particular skills just yet, so the thought made him a little more than just anxious or nervous. They didn't need to walk long to end up at her destination, Paislee opening the door and gestured for Orca to walk in first. The creature wasn't sure if a point existed to this small action, but he figured his presence would be some form of intimidation. Ducking slightly, Orca walked into the shop without a word. Inside there were various trinkets and junk lining dusty shelves and walls, the windows were cracked, and the floor was questionably stained. Orca furrowed his brow some in disapproval, why must his master converse with someone in such a beat-down shop? The young creature couldn't hold it against the shop owner to much though, most building were just in this bad of shape. Orca snapped his attention back towards the door as he stepped out of the way, Paislee walking into the building with a displeased look. She wrinkled her nose some, likely because of the smell.<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 and Orca to jump.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"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></span>she said, her voice deceptively low and sweet. The man, if possible, began to sweat even more.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Ah-h...Paislee! How nice of you to drop by!! I just...I have your money, actually, right here!!"</span></span>he said with a shaky voice, trembling hands reaching into his coat pocket. This caused Orca's instincts to go crazy, his lips curling back in a snarl as his tail twitched violently, Paislee producing a knife seemingly from air.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"I would be very careful searching for that money, Roddie..."</span></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="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"I'll take these,"</span></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. Orca was slightly impressed by her finesse in the situation, as well as her own instincts on the matter. That being said, he was still unhappy that the woman would place herself in a situation where such actions were even needed. The young creature held his tongue however, deciding that giving the woman her time to handle the situation would be better than intervening himself.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"This should do just fine. And, as agreed, here are your items,"</span></span>she said pleasantly as she took out a few canteens of real water and a few high tech soldering tools.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"Next time you put in an order, you'll have to pay up front. Understood?"</span></span>she asked in a low voice, the man nodded frantically and Paislee gave a smile,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"Good! Glad to have had this nice chat. Goodbye Roderick, have a nice day."</span></span>Paislee turned around, signalling Orca to follow her. The creature stood still for a few moments, eyeing the shop owner before slamming his tail against the dirty floor with a loud thunk. The man jumped and Orca hissed, then turned and left the shop behind Paislee.<br/><br/>Once they were back out on the street, she looked up at Orca,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF00BF">"Alright, let's go get you some clothes and we can go meet a friend for a more pleasant visit."</span></span>Paislee seemed rather satisfied with her success in the pawn shop, her mood rubbing off on the creature slightly, his tail swaying pleasantly.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"This one would appreciate it. This one finds it difficult to look intimidating while also attempting to protect his modesty."</span></span>It was likely an unexpected confession, but a true one non the less.<br/><br/>The two wasted no time making their way to a shop where Orca would be able to find some clothing. The creature must have been more than a little surprised because he came to a complete stop upon entering the store. It was almost a completely different world from what he had known the world to be. The walls, while still not in great shape, were clean and free of dust. The shelves were painted and had large welding spots on them where rust had eaten away previously. The floor is what impressed the young creature the most though. It was pretty clean, though sand was still an issue it seemed.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #80BF00">"Welcome to Clover Field Clothing, the best place for all nonhuman clothing needs. How may I help you today?"</span></span>A young woman called out with a smile. Orca was at a loss for words, though that didn't seem to stop the woman from approaching the massive being. His large eyes trailed down to examine the short woman in front of him, a professional smile plastered to her lips. Orca quickly looked back to Paislee, his eyes pleading for assistance.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #80BF00">"Now, now! No need to be hesitant dear. I'm sure I can find you something to fit that fantastic form of yours. Please, step right this way!"</span></span>The woman exclaimed, grabbing Orca by his arm and forcing him to follow the short sales woman.<br/><br/>This was completely new to Orca. The creature hadn't been shopping like this since he was a child, though he had never had someone approach him as this woman had. She was pushy and firm with her demands and thoughts, constantly holding different clothing choices up to Orca's body for a quick comparison.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #80BF00">"My oh my! You sure are a big one. Maybe we should go towards something a little more form fitting? Those options tend to be more tailored to people such as yourself..."</span></span>She said, going silent for a few seconds before becoming bubbly and pushy again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Anyways! Let's go over there!"</span></span>Her voice boomed, wrapping her arm around Orca's and leading him over to a different section in the store. As they neared the selection, the sales woman untangled herself from Orca's form and dove into the clothing selection. If Orca had learned one thing since stepping into this store, it was that this woman thoroughly enjoyed what she did. He also picked up a bit on how to properly size your feet for shoes, which he almost never wore.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Yes! Yes! This is it I think! Try this on honey, I'm sure you'll like it."</span></span>The woman said while shoving something like a thin, skin tight, wet suit into his arms and then ushering him behind a black curtain to change. However, the woman followed him inside while leaving Paislee outside the curtain.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Now don't be shy honey, I've seen plenty of stuff in this job, so just drop the clo---- Oh my."</span></span>The woman went silent for a moment before clearing her throat.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Please, allow me to help put this on dear customer."</span></span>Orca began to audibly panic,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Do not touch this one human! I'll rip your head off your sh-"</span></span>The young creature was cut off by the woman's laughter,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Well! Aren't you a feisty one!? Guess we should just calm. You. Down!"</span></span>Orca howled slightly after she finished speaking, his rags being tossed over the curtain as the woman forced herself on the stunned creature.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"U-Unhand this one right thi- H-Hey! P-Paislee! Help me!"</span></span>Orca exclaimed, his manner of speech changing as he became increasingly flustered. In a matter of seconds, the curtain was pulled back to reveal an even paler Orca and a frazzled sales woman.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Well, he put up a good fight, but I've been doing this a long time. So miss, what do you think?"</span></span>She asked, pointing to the young creature who was now dressed in a white skin-tight body-suit.