Hunters and Demon and Vampire! Oh, My! (For xEmmalia-Chan)

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Olive Oakley
Olive nodded at his comment, and she watched him quietly as he went over to the ATM. She took the fifty dollars carefully. "Yes, sir – Jesse," she amended quickly, forgetting he didn't like being called sir, before she headed inside to look at the bathing suits.

Thankfully, everything went fine. Nobody bothered her when she was looking at bathing suits, and she managed to find a pretty blue and pink ruffled bikini on sale after about fifteen minutes. She purchased it, along with a robe with long arms: most people used it to block the sun at the beach, and she decided it might be useful, in case they swam all night.


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Puck Tyron
"Of course," Puck said, "If you get arrested, since you're in a male vessel, all of your prison inmates would be men."

It took them about a half hour to get to the Goodwill, since it was on the other side of town, and when they got into the parking lot, Puck laid down a rule. "Just don't go bothering the other customers. Keep a low profile." Then she let him have free reign on what he purchased, while allowing herself to shop as well.



[[OOC: Don't worry about it, doll! (hugs) I was just worried something physical had happened to you, like getting hit by a car. I'm glad you're alright!]]

[EmmaliaChan]

Jesse Hawthorne
Leaving her to her shopping, he made his way to a moderate-sized sports equipment shop not too far away. After a bit of browsing, he settled on a long knife, similar to a machete, with a clip point blade. A butterfly knife also caught his eye, and he also purchased the folding blade. The entire process only took about a half an hour, and he wasted no time getting back to the store he'd left Olive at, not totally trusting her not to flee as soon as she was alone.

Without much direction as to where to look, he entered the store and began to wander aimlessly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the brunette between the racks or around the walls.

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Maxwell Lindon
"Doesn't mean I couldn't have any fun." He responded, smirking slyly. His fantasies were likely better than how it would be in reality, but a demon could dream?

Before long, he saw the sign that announced their arrival at the Goodwill, and as soon as he was set loose on the place, he went into shopping mode, as if a switch flipped inside his head. It didn't take long before he'd racked up a good amount of clothes - though, he went over his thirty dollar budget. Five pairs of jeans and a smorgasbord of T-shirts later, he'd managed to rack up a total of around sixty dollars when he tallied it up. He ended up putting back two shirts and swapping them for another pair of jeans, leaving him with around the same price but six pairs of jeans and nine shirts. It wasn't a whole wardrobe, but it'd certainly get him by for the time being.

"HT, I'm done shopping!" He said, barely able to see her over the stack of sloppily folded clothes he was carrying around with him. Peering over, he grinned. "With the thirty I have, it'll only put you out about thirty more!"




[[OoC; LOL. -hugglesqueeze- Nope, no being hit by cars! xD]]

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Olive Oakley
Thankfully, with her bag in hand, she managed to sniff out Jesse first. "Jesse?" she chirped, tapping his shoulder. When he turned around, she grinned. "I'm all done! What did you buy?" And she tilted her head to look at his bag, though she wasn't able to see what was inside.


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Puck Tyron
"Don't call me that, especially in public," Puck scolded, though she took the clothes from him and put it in the cart, beside her own choices. There were a few tank tops, a large leather jacket, two pairs of jean shorts, a pair of regular jeans, a colorful belt, a backpack and – as a small shock – three dresses.

She checked through each of the clothes the demon made. "Well, at least everything you picked won't make you look like a pedophile," she said, once she'd finished. After all, she'd only told him to put back one pair of jeans ("There's a hole where your dick's going to be, and I'm not fixing it.") and the largest t-shirt he'd chosen ("That's a maternity shirt. How did you not notice that?"). "So, I give you kudos there."

Puck spent about a hundred dollars at the Goodwill, using her own money and the demon's as well, before taking the bags and putting it into the trunk of her car. "You know how to do your own laundry, right?" She asked, starting up the car. They'd have to go to Walmart next, to get him some boxers or briefs or whatever the hell he wanted to wear under his pants (which she would make sure to be something and not nothing).

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Jesse Hawthorne
He tensed and whirled around at the sudden tap on his shoulder. Visibly relaxing when he realized it was Olive, he sighed. "Hey. Just some stuff." Only then did he realize it would have been much more ideal to have dropped the knives off at the car before entering. Too late now, though. The last thing he wanted was for her to get spooked by the size of the weapon he'd bought; it wasn't like their last experience with such a large blade was a wonderful occasion.

"You ready to go, then?" He asked plainly, giving a slight nod of his head as a gesture to the bag she was holding, a silent question of if she was sure there was nothing else she needed. At her confirmation, he began to lead her to the door. "We've still got a few hours before sundown. We still need to find a good place for your lessons, though." With a thoughtful expression, he recalled, "The river looks like it's pretty clean. We might be able to find a hotel with a pool, though, if you'd prefer that."

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Maxwell Lindon
He pouted a bit as she made him put back the jeans - that hole was meant to be for convenience! As for the shirt... "It was in the dude section! How was I supposed to know it was maternity?" He didn't particularly like the idea of underwear, but if she was going to make him... (But how would she know? Would she check him every day? That might be fun, especially if he wasn't wearing any!)

Laundry? Pshht. That was a woman's job. "Uhh... No. You'll have to do it for me?" His voice was hopeful, obviously wishing for her to agree to his wishes.

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Olive Oakley
"Um..." Olive thought for a moment. Then she shrugged. "Whatever you're more comfortable doing, I'm willing to do it." She answered honestly as they headed out to the car and hopped inside. Then she remembered something. "Oh! Jesse?" she asked quietly, as he started up the car. "Do... do you want the change back?" She'd kept it, of course, but she wasn't sure if the Hunter would need it anytime soon.


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Puck Tyron
"It says maternity on the tag, dufus," she replied. "Right next to what size it was."

"I'll do it the first time to teach you," Puck replied. "Then you're on your own. And if I catch you smelling like shit, I'll stick you under the shower with all of your clothes and a bar of soap." That was probably considered to be abuse somewhere, but Puck didn't particularly care about that. He was a grown-up demon; he could do his own laundry.

When she parked in the parking lot, she listed off a few supplies that the demon would need: underwear, deodorant, shampoo (if he wanted any), cologne (if he wanted any that was relatively cheap)... "Anything else you can think of?" She asked him, making a note to pick up some other stuff for herself as well.

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Jesse Hawthorne
Jesse shook his head. "Just keep it. Maybe you'll want it for something else eventually." Driving off, he decided it would be more ideal to try for the river when they went to do her swimming lessons. Switching hotels would be difficult, since it was long past when most places allowed checkouts, and he didn't really want to pay for the night for two different places. Their measly motel definitely didn't have a pool, as well, so there wasn't even that option.

He drove back to the motel, wanting to get her out of the sun for the time being. Shutting off the car and stepping out, after he opened her door he said, "Get some rest. We'll leave around six-thirty, so be ready in about two hours."

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Maxwell Lindon
His lack of attention to tags aside, Max laughed at her threat. "Why with clothes? You could just strip me down!" He said, grinning and giving her a wink. Peering over at the list she was making, he hummed thoughtfully. He wasn't used to actually taking care of a human body, so he had little to no idea as to what he might need now that he was living like one. "Dunno. Do they sell hookers here? If not... I guess all else I might need is a tooth brush and some uh, toothpaste stuff."

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Olive Oakley
Olive nodded as they pulled into the parking lot, and as they got out of the car, she scuttled over and gave him a gentle hug. "Thank you, Jesse," she murmured. "For being willing to teach me."

And then she headed inside to take a short nap.


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Puck Tyron
"Because I don't want to see how small your vessel's dick is," Puck sassed, "And it would get your clothes clean."

Checking over the list one more time, Puck nodded and added his suggestions. "Prostitution is illegal in this state," she answered calmly, "so no... Everything else, I think, I have on here. Come on. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go grab some lunch." She just hoped he wouldn't consider throwing a tantrum in the store.

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Jesse Hawthorne
The shock of her sudden, seemingly random embrace lasted too long for him to respond to her gentle gratitude. Instead, he watched quietly as she headed to her room, idly ruffling his hair with his fingers before unhurriedly trudging to his own room. Though he didn't mind the teen's presence, sharing his space with someone he couldn't really understand was a tiresome process, and he was still learning to live with a girl tagging along.

Once he was inside, he flopped on his bed. It had been a mentally and physically exhausting day, and his shoulder was bothering him, which he figured was likely from Olive's punishment that morning. It was quite a delayed reaction, but such was true with most physical strain, not unlike the morning-after burn in one's muscles after a hard day of exercise. It wasn't anything a good nap wouldn't fix, though, and nap he did, flopped horizontally across his bed with his arms sprawled straight out on either side of him.

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Maxwell Lindon
"Clearly you haven't seen enough of my dick if that's what you think of it. Want a preview?" He jested, smirking and thrusting his hips out. As per usual, Max was well aware of the risk of such lewd jokes, but 'couldn't care less' was an apt phrase for how he felt towards her physical violence - after all, if she got angry enough to hit him, it only meant his taunting hit its mark!

Eager to get to lunch, though, he behaved himself while they shopped, occasionally tossing things from their list into the cart, and not being particularly picky about what he bought; cheap was fine, expensive was fine, and if she scolded him for the price he'd swap it out for something else. He'd ended up with three packs of boxers, toothpaste (and a brush), a pack of razors, a comb, and shampoo and deodorant. He also managed to find cologne on sale, one that smelled a bit like musky vanilla. It suited him well enough, and it was the only one he liked the smell of, and though Max doubted he'd use it he supposed it would be good to be prepared should he ever need to sweep some ladies off their feet!

Granted, he was a bit childlike in the fact that he wandered from her somewhat frequently, and there were quite a few useless things that weren't on the list that he tried to put in the cart, sometimes even doing so as stealthily as he could -but when you were as tall as his vessel, it was a tad bit hard to be stealthy. Such things included giant bags of candy ("We have no food!"), a stuffed puppy ("But it looks just like Omelette!"), a little pistol-shaped water gun ("Holy water!"), and a toy sword ("It... Looks cool!").

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Olive Oakley
Olive snuggled herself up in her blankets and took a short nap, waking up only about a half-hour before the appointed swimming lesson. She changed into her bikini and did something she hadn't done since she was human: she looked at herself in the mirror, giggling over the fact that she looked very childlike in the ruffly bikini.


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Puck Tyron
"No," Puck said immediately, as they entered the Walmart. "But if you make that gesture again, I'll call security, and they'll kick you out of the store for harrassment." And it would save her, her strength from having to do it herself.

Thankfully, Puck only made him swap out items three times, and – to his surprise – allowed him to keep the small stuffed puppy, because it did look like Omelette, and there was a fair chance that her puppy would be playing with it as well. Everything wasn't too expensive, and they managed to fit it all into three bags, and – fitting them into the trunk along with the Goodwill bags. "Thank God. Now, time for lunch."

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Jesse Hawthorne
Sleepy-eyed and looking ruffled, he rolled out of bed an hour later. Knowing he'd be submerged in water, he thought it best to change the bandage over his wound before they left. The three jagged marks were healing quite well, but they were slightly swollen and red. Wrapping them up in a fresh bandage, he made a mental note to buy more (and realized he'd forgotten them that day) whenever he got the chance as he covered the gauze with hydrophobic tape.

Changing into a pair of comfortable black shorts - as he didn't have swim trunks, but found shorts just as suitable - he pulled on a T-shirt that he didn't mind getting dirty, as it would no doubt be tossed off, waiting for him on the sidelines. Afterwards, he grabbed a few of the folded towels from the shelves in the bathroom and put them in his duffel.

Once he was sure he had everything prepared, he took his bag to his Pontiac and plopped it in the back seat. Out of habit his hands went to his pockets, but as the shorts he was wearing didn't have any, they dangled aimlessly beside him as he made his way to Olive's door and gave it a knock.

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Maxwell Lindon
"You know you like my hipthrusts, HT."

As soon as everything was in the car, he happily hopped in the passenger's seat, eager to get to somewhere where there was food. Food was the second best thing about borrowing a human body next to sex! Well. And porn. So, third best thing. "Where we going? What we having for lunch?"Max asked, sounding like an impatient toddler.