Sitting in first class of a Jumbo Jet Airliner, Masumi sat in her black dress that was based off of the Japanese Kimono. The fabric around her arms, shoulders and the upper part of her chest was a bit transparent as her exotic skin could be seen. Sipping on some tea, she had earbuds in as she listened to her music from her tablet. It was amazing on how newer Airliner jets were now having WiFi built into the systems. Finishing her drink, she set the cup down onto her tray hearing a singing sound in her ear. Minimizing Spotify, she saw a new email was in her gmail. Her thumb gently touched the icon and Google Mail opened up. It was from her assistant who was at the job site of her next store opening up in Philadelphia, a few blocks away from the Philly Art Museum. Opening it up, she saw that there was images of the building so far as it was almost completed. The inside had the shelving still in boxes along with her inventory that was to be set up once the shelving, glass counters and display cases were set up. The blue eyes of Masumi slid back and forth as she read the email.
“ Dear Madam Haru,
Construction is on schedule so far and the store should be ready to open in a week and a half. Ad’s are out looking for employment along with the starting rate of $15 an hour. So far, we have three applications that neede you to look over when you are able to check them over and we are expecting more to come in over the next few days. Also, the studio apartment you wanted me to purchase for you is ready. It’s already been furnished with how you like your place. If there is something there you don’t like, we can go over the different sites for furnitures until we find what you like. I have a car waiting for you at the airport. Your driver’s name is Robert Smith. He’s driving a 2008 Black SUV Chevy. Mr. Smith was a former Philly Cop with instructions that he will be paid a solid rate at the end of each week for driving you around and to be a make shift body guard for you. There has been shootings in Philly in the last few weeks that have the cops disturbed a bit. I’ll explain more in person.
Sincerely, Yamamoto, Akira”
Nodding her head, she closed out the app. and rested her head back. Closing her eyes, she knew that the flight still had about an hour to go still since the flight was coming from LA. Crossing her one leg over the other, she placed her hands atop he other on her thigh. The soft Japanese music she was listening to was soothing to her as it reminded her of home. Lifting her one hand up to her left cheek, she traced the scar with her fingers. It was an injury that didn’t heal right, even as a lycanthrope, the scar was smooth to the touch. Her father had sliced her almost all the way down to the bone and teeth. Turning her head a bit, she looked out of the window to a somewhat early morning on the East coast ofvthe United States. Through the glass, she saw the dull reflection of herself and looked at the scar. Looking like it was a trail of a tear made of acid had done this and wherever she did cry, her tears flow went down the same path as Where her father had mutilated her when she was eighteen. One of the stewardess came to her and picked up the tea cup and asked if she needed anything else. Masumi turned her attention to the curly blonde with a name tag that said Kirsten. “A bottle of water please.” With a nod, Kirsten left and moments later, came back with the cold bottle of water. Thanking her, Masumi opened the bottle and drank some. Leaning her head back, she changed her playlist to a more personal one than she usually listened to. This was more of a rock and metal selection that she had made for herself that reflects her mood or current thoughts. The song that came on was Leader of the Broken Hearts by Papa Roach. It was a song she related rather easily since she put her own needs and wants on the back burner as she dealt with her businesses.
Hearing the speakers of the plane came to life as the pilot told them that they were making their final approach, thanking them for flying with their airlines, yada, yada, yada, yada. She really didn’t care as she tightened her lap belt and turned up her music’s volume by a few notches. With herceyes closed, time seemed to slow down, but in reality it was going a bit faster then what she thought since she then heard and felt when the tires touched down on the tarmac and eventually came to its designated terminal to off load it’s passengers. Upon leaving the plane and grabbing her duffel bag, she walked a bit with duffel bag over her shoulder and a bottle of water in hand, she looked across the crowd of people til she saw an older man holding a sign that said on it, Ms. Masumi Haru. The black silk of her lower part of her dressed flowed backwards slightly as she walked towards him. They greeted each other and he lead her to his SUV after taking her bag and loaded it up in the back. Opening the door for her, she climbed into the bulky vehicle. Once he was in and fired up the engine, she told him to take her to her new place of business that she was opening up. Merging with the traffic, Mr. Smith was talking a bit which she didn’t mind. It was better then her listening to the awkward silence like most drivers she had. He was pointing out areas that she should avoid, the typical tourist spots, where had the good food and which places to simply avoid like the plague. Which then spiraled into him telling a tale of when he was in the force and ate at this one joint that he was eating at that gave him food poisoning. For the sake of everyone’s sanity, he had went into detail with the story...especially when he told about his ‘Accident’ in the squad car he was driving when he was chasing an r Ed robbery get away car.
Sadly for Masumi, she had the image in the back of her head and it was very disgusting. Even her tiger in her gagged a bit in response. When the suv pulled up to the spot nearest to the store, she climbed out and walked over. Some of the laborers whistled at her and a couple tried to stop her from going to an active construction site. But when she told them that she was Masumi Haru, owned the building and that they worked for her, they quickly ran back to what they ere doing. Akira walked over to her, bowed and handed Masumi a hard hat. Putting it on, she walked around with an almost to graceful of a walk towards the inside of the building. Going through, she saw the applications on a desk in the back room area. Sitting down in the leather chair, her eyes began to go over all of the pages presented to her. It was going to be a long day for her.
Post by Carrie Schwab on Oct 14, 2018 17:41:25 GMT
Sitting down on the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum, Carrie Schwab thought about the past ten, eleven weeks and everything that had transpired in her life. Twelve weeks ago I was sitting in a prison cell, serving double life no parole for killing two GADEM agents, she mused, watching people pass by up and down the stairs, and now I'm in a strange city trying to straighten my life out, staying out of sight and trouble and definitely staying off the cops' radar. The last point bothered her more than anything: although the prison riot down in East Tennessee had been brutally beaten down, the ringleaders all shipped off - from what she'd been told - to some Godforsaken island off the California coast, the nearly 200 inmates - herself among them - who'd used the riot and subsequent attention to escape and scatter to the four winds weren't off the federal radar by any means. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't either hear or see a media announcement about the escapees, including her, reminding citizens to keep an eye out for them. It got under her skin but it didn't bother her much; she knew if she had to, she would do anything she could to avoid going back.
Every day since she'd gotten out, Carrie had kept her head on an instant swivel, keeping to herself and staying in the shadows but that only worked if you had the money to do so, something she hadn't possessed in over five years....which meant that, every so often, she'd had to strong-arm rob the occasional person along the way, taking their money, vehicles - and in one case, their life - so that she could continue traveling along. She knew from a fellow inmate back at Blue Ridge who'd been a soldato in the Philly Mob that Philadelphia was a city she could hole up in and so it was to the Northeast that she began traveling to; a few calls here and there and she'd found a place to stay in Philly, somewhere in Washington Square West of all places, the lease and property belonging to someone she neither knew nor cared to know about. Of course, nothing in life is ever free and so Carrie had done odd jobs for the Family there, which bothered her (especially since, as someone of Jewish descent, she could never be a full member of the Family anyway) but also allowed her to keep a little money aside and begin trying to rebuild her life, one day at a time, one step at a time.
That, of course, led her to begin looking for legit work, which would keep her busy and keep her mind focused on staying out of jail....which would explain the advertisement she'd seen in a newspaper for a bookstore near the Art Museum with jobs running at $15 an hour and up. Although it'd been over five years since she'd held a legit job, it didn't take Carrie long to complete the application - warts and all - and send it in; thus far, she hadn't heard anything but she decided to give it time. If I remember correctly, she thought, the address for the new bookstore was somewhere around here....why don't I walk around and see what the place is going to look like? So she got up, dusted herself off - she was wearing a dark denim jacket, brown long-sleeved pullover shirt and cargo pants - and began walking over in that general direction, unaware that her life was about to change and in some pretty interesting ways....
Five applications so far, and her eyes were getting tired of looking at the chicken scratch of the first one that she just simply threw away because she couldn’t even make out what was supposed to be simple words that were instead written in slang terms. She needed something hot to drink to be able to do this with her Sanity still in check, she picked up the remaining dour applications and left the office. Moving in and around the main floor, she weaved herself to where her faculty room was. There was four coffee pots lined up on a counter near the fridge that was in the corner. These pots, two of them had coffee made (one Caf and one was decaf) while the other two were just hot water for those wanting to drink tea instead of coffee. Grabbing herself a mug, she took out a green tea pack and a raspberry white tea pack, she took one of the pots of hot water and poured it in. Sliding the pot back in, she carried the cup and applications to the rectangular black table in the middle of the room and set everything down. When she sat down and spread out the applications, she smelled something that she didn’t in the office. It was the scent of a wolf. Raising her eyes up to the shut soo, she first thought it was probably one of the workers outside, butnthe more she smelled it, she soon realized it was coming from one of the applications. Sniffing more as she lowered her head, she slowly slid til she was now hovering over the third application.picking it up, she began to go through it as she read it lightly outloud.
“Caroline Schwab, also goes by Carrie. Birthday: October 29th, 1989. Social Security number ###-##-####, Home state and town: Charlestown, South Carolina....damn girl, you are far from home....why is that I wonder?” Masumi thought outloud as she raised her mug to her lips, sipping the tea until she saw the questions: Are you a mutant: Yes, have you ever been convicted of a crime or on the run from law in the state of Pennsylvania or any other state: No. Narrowing her eyes a bit, she could tell by the musk from the sheet that she probably shifted into a Wolf form or was like herself and was a a Lycanthrope. Setting her mug down, she saw that she had two work references for the past four years. The names and numbers were of South Philly. She was tempted to pull out her cellphone and call up th numbers to hear in their voices if they were true or not. But, since this person was looking for work and was a mutant, she was going to give Ms. Schwab a chance in her establishment and if she needed help from something, she would do everything in her power to help her with whatever trouble she was in. Her mind began to drift to a flash back when she was on her own and was trying to find work to help pay for her college. How everyone rejected her for emploisince she was a Lycanthrope mutant and was deemed to dangerous. It was around that time she had decided to join the Maritime Naval Dfence force. They were more hesitant to allow her in their academy, but she told the, that she was in control of her abilities and could even be beneficial tonhave something as strong as a Weretiger onboard a vessel for things like repairs and heavy lifting. By the time she regained her composure, she realized she was standing now without the application holding onto the sink with tears streaming down her cheeks.
There was some salty tears in the sink that her head was over. Wiping her cheeks and gently so over her left cheek’s scar, she splashed some water onto her face as she heard the door being knocked on. “Yes? What is it?” Masumi called out. A male’s voice spoke through and said, “Ma’am, there is a lady out here saying she had put in an application and was wondering if she could have a sit down meeting with possible employment. You wasn’t me t-“, “Send her in. I’ll talk to her since she had taken the time to fill it out and even came back for a meeting.” Wiping her face with a paper towel, she steeled herself as she went back to her chair. When the door opened, she could smell the scents of men and construction outside, but she also smelled that wolf scent. With that, she stacked the other three together on one side and left Carrie’s in front of hernow closed. Her blue eyes looked at Carrie as she walked into the room and the door shut behind her. Standing up, she walked around held her hand out. “Good day, I’m Ms. Haru! Masumi. The owner of the store chain’s From Tokyo’s Love. Pleas, have a seat. Would you like anything to drink or eat? Coffee, tea, Sandwich, Cookie?” Masumi asked friendly with a smile on her face. She could smell the wolf musk on her, could practically taste it in the air off her tongue. She moved away and went towards the pots and where there was some food such as Snacks and sandwiches were in a bamboo made basket, waiting for the response from Carrie.
Post by Carrie Schwab on Oct 14, 2018 21:32:42 GMT
After a long, somewhat fanciful walk - every part of her was nervous over her application - Carrie soon found herself at the address from the advertisement; it was a four-story glass and brick building that looked rather new in this part of Philadelphia. She knew, however, that there was a lot of construction work going on in the area and that this was indeed the address in question. Well, she thought, taking in a couple of deep breaths and pulling back the door handle, here goes nothing.
Walking inside, she was simply struck by how majestic the building looked - everything looked to be new and that impressed her - like a million bucks and was as busy as 30th Street Station on a Christmas holiday weekend. Seeing someone at a desk, she walked up to them and spoke. "Hello, my name's Carrie Schwab and I'm here about the job application in the advertisement here," pointing to the ad in the Philadelphia Blade for reference. After several minutes - and a couple of calls - the man said to her, "Head down the hallway to the stairs, go up one flight, then the first office on the right," pointing the direction in question out to her.
"Thanks," Carrie replied, turning on a heel and following the directions given; she soon found herself inside a large, rather well-apportioned break room with a rather attractive woman sitting at one of the tables inside... Her blue eyes looked at Carrie as she walked into the room and the door shut behind her. Standing up, she walked around held her hand out. “Good day, I’m Ms. Haru! Masumi. The owner of the store chain’s From Tokyo’s Love. Please, have a seat. Would you like anything to drink or eat? Coffee, tea, Sandwich, Cookie?” Masumi asked friendly with a smile on her face. She could smell the wolf musk on her, could practically taste it in the air off her tongue. She moved away and went towards the pots and where there was some food such as Snacks and sandwiches were in a bamboo made basket, waiting for the response from Carrie.
As she proceeded to sit down, what struck Carrie about the woman almost from the beginning was that she could smell a distinct tiger scent coming from her; it wasn't overpowering but rather alluring, like a high-powered yet very subtle perfume that was simply intoxicating to her. I could drink that scent up all day long, Carrie mused, trying her best not to let on that she herself was a lycanthrope as she brushed her hands over the tops of her pants. Listening to Masumi's question, Carrie said in a clear voice inflected with a Low Country accent, "Coffee will be fine," opting for something to drink; she wasn't hungry...unless you counted wanting to seductively devour the woman opposite from her, that is.
Last Edit: Oct 14, 2018 21:37:18 GMT by Carrie Schwab
Hearing for coffee, Masumi opened the one cabinet and her fingers brushed across the mugs in there until it stopped on one particular mug that had the logo of a Wolf’s head howling to the sky. Pulling it down and setting it down onto the counter, she poured in the coffee and then set the pot back picking up the powdered creamer and a box of raw sugar, she set it in front of Carrie with a spoon. Then she picked up the mug with her index finger, middle finger and thumb at the brim of the mug and placed it in front of the woman with logo facing her. Walking elegantly back to her seat, she sat down waiting for Carrie if she was to put anything in her coffee. Her eyes watched her reaction as she did that with the mug. Lifting her own mug that the image of a white tiger laying next to a lily pond. Sipping her tea, she set her mug down and cleared her throat a bit. Her left hand went to the lonely file and slid it back to herself. Her eyes looked down at the front of the cover page of the application as she was in deep thought, finally, she spoke up after Carrie was settled in and looked ready for the interview to begin. “Thanks to a couple of hairs on the application stuck in the corner inside of the staple, I know that you are and as it says that you go by Carrie Schwab that this is your application...along with other markers. So let’s get started. Typical questions that I ask is like other businesses. How did you find out about the position that you are applying for, are you able to lift over fifty pounds which I can tell from what I see of you and your application, you can. If asked, are you willing to work weekends or work over schedule hours?” Masumi waited for the answers and when they were given to her, she opened the application.
“I see you are from South Carolina, and that you left your last jobs because of...Looking for better wages and because of one of the foreman was sexest towards you and your performance. With my company, after your thirty day probation period all employee that are still with the store/ company are given a four dollar raise with full medical and dental benefits and 401k. This four level building is divided by what we sell. Ground floor you walked in through is the grocery section. All foods, candy and drinks that are exotic from Japan are Imported and sold. Second floor is where we sell our Manga and books. It is encouraged for our Customers to look over a bit of the products before purchasing and if they aren’t happy with said product, they are allowed to come back for in store credit off of their next purchase. Floor three is the anime, movies and gaming department. We have every system ever made hooked up with game test demos already installed and ready to be tried. Games are always locked behind our plexy glass cases so that no one has the brightnidea to steal them. The anime and movies are organized by alphabetical order by the names of the Shows and or movies. Then we come to floor four where we sell toys, clothing, and cosplay idea books. Along with Floor four is our food court that is found In the back along with tables and chairs if our customers or employees are hungry. Of course, if you wish to make a purchase for yourself or for friends and family, all employees have a 60% discount on anything in the store when you use your ID badge. Like a discount card, the back is scanned before or at the end of the product scanning. This also includes the food court upstairs.” Taking another sip from her tea and setting it back down, she looked at her to see any responses to movement or if she had any comments or questions.
On each floor, like this room, you will find a break room for the employees if they wish to eat away from the customers or if they wish to do something else while they are on break such as reading, exercising, take a nap or whatever might float your fancy. Like this, you’ll find the, in between the on floor merchandise surplus storage area and the shift managers office. Bathrooms are located on the eastern side of each floor. Now comes to the more...” waving her right hand slightly in the air in a circular pattern, “....personal questions and areas of employment here. With my company, I made sure that this place and every store I own is mutant friendly. We hire both Mutants and humans alike. Doesn’t matter if your old, young, poor, rich, gay, lesbian, Pansexual or even Asexual. We are all people and in here, we are all equals. Ever since my first store, I have had living areas made up and arranged. They are for those that don’t have time or a place they call their own home. If you had noticed, there is actually five floors. The fifth floor is for any employee who wants to live here either temporarily or permanently. I don’t charge them rent or force them to pay utilities. Only thing I ask in return is that they don’t wreck the place, respect their neighbors and to keep things civil. Each room has a flat screen tv mounted to the wall, a twin size bed and working bathrooms with showers.” With that small segment out of the way, came down to the point she was actually slightly nervous. “On your sheet, it states that you are in fact a mutant. So, how long have you known you were special? And I will need to know how long you were able to shift forms and if your other form or forms are a danger to employees or towards the customers? What it is that I’m seeing if you are in complete control of your abilities or if not, to see if we can try and help with that issue. And when I say we, I mean myself. So far, I have helped of thirty different types of Mutants that have a rage defect in their chromosomes. With some group therapy, meditation, physical exercise and a special blends of herbs and teas...I have been able to help keep their darker sides down.”
Standing up from her seat, she walked around slightly and leaned against the table with one hip and herself still facing towards Carrie. “So tell me, is your wolf a danger and something I need to keep an eye on? Or do you have complete control of her?” Masumi just laid out a bit of her cards in the fact she just let the werewolf know that she can shapeshift into a wolf and hints on the possibility that she may have another form, but isn’t quiet sure yet. A soft warm smile was on her lips as she waited. If Carrie was to pay close attention, she would slowly notice that Madumi’s pupil’s were changing into that of a feline’s. It was the spirit of her tiger coming out a bit to look over the werewolf that had caught his attention. Masumi could feel him being interested in her and licked his chops. Smiling some more, she picked up her cup of tea and finished what was left of it.
Taking a long sip of coffee, the liquid felt tantalizingly good to Carrie - the last coffee she'd drunk was "Folgers out of the prison commissary", coffee that tasted like tar - and as she waited for Masumi to begin, she studied the werecreature in front of her. Ever since she had discovered her own status as a werewolf mutant, Carrie Schwab had made it a point to keep her distance from other werecreatures - whether they be wolves, tigers, foxes, it didn't matter - she tried to keep her distance from them but this one was different. There was something about her, Carrie thought, that didn't raise her hackles or suspicions and that brought a good feeling to her as she listened to Masumi begin the interview... “Thanks to a couple of hairs on the application stuck in the corner inside of the staple, I know that you are and as it says that you go by Carrie Schwab that this is your application...along with other markers. So let’s get started. Typical questions that I ask is like other businesses. How did you find out about the position that you are applying for, are you able to lift over fifty pounds which I can tell from what I see of you and your application, you can. If asked, are you willing to work weekends or work over schedule hours?” Masumi waited for the answers and when they were given to her, she opened the application.
Leaning back in her seat, Carrie crossed her legs and took another drink of coffee; holding up the gay newspaper she had with her, Carrie said, "Saw the application in the Blade; since I knew I needed a job, I decided to apply. As for lifting, I can lift well over 50 pounds and if asked I'm more than willing to work weekends and over regularly scheduled hours." “I see you are from South Carolina, and that you left your last jobs because of...Looking for better wages and because of one of the foreman was sexest towards you and your performance," Masumi continued. "The bookstore that I worked at, the manager was a sexist bastard - apologies for the language - who couldn't keep his hands off the clerks, myself included," Carrie replied. "He must've hit on me dozens of times before I told him that, (a) I wasn't interested in him one bit and (b) that my interests were strictly women, no ifs, ands or buts, so when he continued again, I quit on the spot and walked. You can only take so much before you either have to walk or lash out and besides being sexist, he was also very anti-mutant as well."
As she listened to Masumi lay out the dimensions of the place and where everything was, Carrie nodded and made mental notes of each floor for future reference, memorizing locations so that she wouldn't have to ask unless absolutely necessary or if she were assisting a customer, either one. Then she listened to Masumi continue on, this time with a more personal bent... “....personal questions and areas of employment here. With my company, I made sure that this place and every store I own is mutant friendly. We hire both Mutants and humans alike. Doesn’t matter if your old, young, poor, rich, gay, lesbian, Pansexual or even Asexual. We are all people and in here, we are all equals. Ever since my first store, I have had living areas made up and arranged. They are for those that don’t have time or a place they call their own home. If you had noticed, there is actually five floors. The fifth floor is for any employee who wants to live here either temporarily or permanently. I don’t charge them rent or force them to pay utilities. Only thing I ask in return is that they don’t wreck the place, respect their neighbors and to keep things civil. Each room has a flat screen tv mounted to the wall, a twin size bed and working bathrooms with showers.”
"Sounds like everything a working girl would want," Carrie replied, "though I honestly thought this building had only four floors on it but that is a wonderful thing to do, the living quarters thing," an honest, forthright assessment.... “On your sheet, it states that you are in fact a mutant. So, how long have you known you were special? And I will need to know how long you were able to shift forms and if your other form or forms are a danger to employees or towards the customers? What it is that I’m seeing if you are in complete control of your abilities or if not, to see if we can try and help with that issue. And when I say we, I mean myself. So far, I have helped of thirty different types of Mutants that have a rage defect in their chromosomes. With some group therapy, meditation, physical exercise and a special blends of herbs and teas...I have been able to help keep their darker sides down.” Standing up from her seat, she walked around slightly and leaned against the table with one hip and herself still facing towards Carrie. “So tell me, is your wolf a danger and something I need to keep an eye on? Or do you have complete control of her?”
Turning a little so that she could stare right straight into Masumi's eyes, Carrie spoke with a clearness and forthrightness even she didn't suspect she had. "I can't say I'm in complete control of my wolf side 100 percent but I do know this; it is not a danger to anyone or anything." Looking down at her hands, Carrie began. "The first time I found out I was a mutant, my parents and I were on vacation at Yellowstone in late fall; I can still see the snow, glistening in the moonlight. I remember gazing out upon the prairies there and next thing I know, I was roaming the land like an actual wolf, albeit a human-sized one. They - the doctors who treated me for hypothermia at the time - said I had been out there for several days; I had been found naked and shivering from the cold but for those few days I felt free. Free as the wind, roaming the land without care or worry....it was as exhilarating a feeling as I'd ever had," Carrie said, a sly grin across her lips as she talked about the experience. If Masumi were noticing, she could see that Carrie's eyes and ears were taking on a little bit of a wolf's features about them, a way of presenting herself as a werewolf without having anyone specifically notice...and in turn, she could spot the subtle changes in Masumi's eyes and continued. "Most times when I change its' around the time of a full moon - yes, the old legends about werewolves and full moons are indeed true, curse the Old Ones - but there've been a few occasions where I've changed in public, usually to either protect someone I care about or to protect someone being attacked; the wolf instincts in that regard are very hard to control. I had a DNA test done several years ago and the results showed that the mutant gene for lycantropy was indeed there; so too was a rare gene for anger that some of us carry, so any assistance there would be highly appreciated."
It was unusual for Carrie to admit something like that but in Masumi's presence, she felt a calming sensation, a sensation that she'd long searched for but had rarely felt or found....finishing her cup of coffee, Carrie set the cup down and kept her gaze firmly transfixed on the weretiger, hoping that she had gotten the job after all...and hoping there was more to come between them.
Listening to the Werewolf, Masumi nodded her head every now and then as Carrie explained about her forms and that she wasn’t fully under control and when she first turned. It was an interesting tale while she listened to it. Slowly getting up from her place on the table, her tiger spirit had found it very interesting and he was now looking at Masumi as he could feel the subtle change in the werewolf that made Masumi’s attention to peak a bit with her head turning on a dime as she saw the ears and eyes. He wanted to come forth and show himself. Slowly cracking her neck, she went to the fridge and opened it. As she reached her hand into it to grab a bottle of water, she felt the first ping of pain shoot through her. Her left hand grabbed the fridge and gripped hard. Taking in a deep breath and calming down the feisty spirit inside of herself. Pulling the bottle out and closing the fridge door, she went to hear seat and sat back down it. Cracking the cap, she took a sip of the water. As she tried calming down, of course, the tiger resisted at first and then subsided when it knew he wasn’t going to win. Looking down at the application, her index finger tapped on it lightly. Closing the application with her left index finger. Her eyes drifted up to the clock to see it was only a quarter to eleven. Taking her tablet out of her bag, she saw a couple of messages, but she sent a message to Akira that stated to get on the ball for getting Carrie a punch in card/ ID card and name tag. Typing in the full name and the go by first name, she was given the confirmation message and Masumi turned it back off.
Thinking things over a bit, she had he mind set up to hire her as soon as possible. But she was also thinking about how she had found out that she was a mutant and a Weretiger. “I was young when I had found out I was a mutant. My parents were normal. Father worked almost every hour of the day or was holding private parties to his board cabinet. My mother was a stay home mom as it was mostly traditional in my country. She was the first person to...witness it. She had taken it to heart and kept it a secret for years. But when I was eighteen and went through a life style change, my father had came home and we had told him about my life change, he started drinking. One beer had then turned into four. With a broken bottle, he left a mark...one that will never go away. When she tried to get in between us, he had hit her so hard that she went flying, hitting the dinner table and slid off hitting the floor hard....when I saw that...my anger...all the pent up rage I had...” The arms bones of Masumi began to crack and reform as she clenched her hands into fists with white and black stripped fur growing out. “As he did to me, I did back to him as I stood before him...roaring at him. He tried to run from me, to get the family heirloom...a Katana that had been in the family since the time of the mighty Samurai. But he was to slow as I grabbed a hold of his suit and hurled him back into the kitchen. Stepping over him, I had placed a claw ever so lightly on his right cheek and slowly cut his flesh. It was payback...but in return, he spat in my face and said he had disowned me and I am no longer his bloodline, that his child died on the surgery table.” Taking in a deep breath, she calmed herself as she felt the tiger trying to reach the surface of her and was growling at her to let him out. Fighting the urge, she calmed down and her arms slowly changed back to their normal forms.
“You’ll be starting on Wensday. What position and shift did you want to work in? Since in your application said whatever is open. Well, seems like it’s your lucky day since most positions are open and available. You don’t have to pick just yet, it is a lot to take in. I’ll be expecting your answer when you are ready. In the meantime, if you have questions or need someone to talk to...” Reachimg under her Kimono belt, she pulled out her business card that had the face of a tiger in the corner of the card and her personal cellphone number typed on it. As she placed it on the table and slid it, her tiger let off it’s heavy musk scent into the air, making the room’s air feel heavy and thick for those with a sensitive sense of smell. Withdrawing her hand from the card, she sat back in her seat and crossed her leg over the other as she watched her, crossing her hands into each other and resting them on her lap.
Watching Masumi as she sat in the break room, Carrie's senses picked up the subtle change in Masumi's manner and sat up almost ramrod straight in case anything happened but instead, as she watched Masumi standing at the break fridge, she saw another side to her soon-to-be boss that she hadn't noticed before... “I was young when I had found out I was a mutant. My parents were normal. Father worked almost every hour of the day or was holding private parties to his board cabinet. My mother was a stay home mom as it was mostly traditional in my country. She was the first person to...witness it. She had taken it to heart and kept it a secret for years. But when I was eighteen and went through a life style change, my father had came home and we had told him about my life change, he started drinking. One beer had then turned into four. With a broken bottle, he left a mark...one that will never go away. When she tried to get in between us, he had hit her so hard that she went flying, hitting the dinner table and slid off hitting the floor hard....when I saw that...my anger...all the pent up rage I had...” The arms bones of Masumi began to crack and reform as she clenched her hands into fists with white and black stripped fur growing out. “As he did to me, I did back to him as I stood before him...roaring at him. He tried to run from me, to get the family heirloom...a Katana that had been in the family since the time of the mighty Samurai. But he was to slow as I grabbed a hold of his suit and hurled him back into the kitchen. Stepping over him, I had placed a claw ever so lightly on his right cheek and slowly cut his flesh. It was payback...but in return, he spat in my face and said he had disowned me and I am no longer his bloodline, that his child died on the surgery table.”
"By the gods on Olympic, that is just horrible," Carrie said, wanting to get up from her seat and give Masumi a comforting hug but she also knew from experience that when a werecreature is in the midst of a potential transformation, the absolute last thing another werecreature such as Carrie would do is touch them lest they accelerate the transformation. "For someone's father to do that to their very own flesh and blood is just....is just horrible!" Carrie repeated, getting up from her seat and pacing the break room, trying to decide what to say to comfort Masumi; after a few moments' pacing, she returned to her seat as Masumi explained the work schedule - when Carrie's first day of work would be, the hours and days, etc.,etc., etc., - and finished her words by sliding over her business card, whcih Carrie picked up and placed in an inside jacket pocket. It was heavy with tiger musk and scent and Carrie tried not to breathe it in too deeply; it was already driving her wild inside but she remained calm, cool and collected on the outside.
After collecting her thoughts, Carrie looked back at Masumi, who'd sat back down opposite her at the table. Getting up to grab another cup of coffee, Carrie returned to the table they were sitting at and leaned forward, her mind reaching back for memories of her past. "When I came out as a lesbian to my parents - they already knew about my lycantrophy - my parents had a split reaction to it. Mind you, down in the Low Country of South Carolina, most of us who live down there are socially conservative but my dad almost immediately accepted me for who I was; he was like, 'Ahh, screw it! You're our daughter, Caroline, and I love you the way that you are,' giving me this big ole bear hug as he spoke.
"Mom, on the other hand," pausing as she stared off to the side a moment or two, "looked right straight through me, like I didn't exist. It got so bad between them - Mom and Dad - I'm convinced it (a) ended their marriage and (b) drove Dad into an early grave. I still remember when Dad passed, Mom told me straight up she wished I'd never been born. Right in front of a few hundred people at his funeral....I bit my anger down, leaned into her and told her, 'Yeah? Least I didn't put Dad in an early grave; that was on you.' Dad had the last laugh, though: when the will was read, he'd cut Mom out completely and left me with everything - the family fortune, his estate, the whole smash....
"That's why there's a gap in my work history there, Masumi; I spent the past few years traveling, trying to learn more about my lycantrophy and all, trying to deal with my own demons...my passport must have more visa stamps in it than the Postal Service, but I'm back in the 'States and ready to be a working girl again," smiling as she finished. "Wednesday, you say? I'll be here, ready to go, whatever shift they need, whatever position they need....I'll be here."
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2018 20:58:11 GMT by Carrie Schwab
Nodding her head slowly as Carrie explained about her being a lesbian and how she had a big gap in between her work record. Then came her saying that she will be there on Wensday to do whatever when asked. That was in two days time when construction will be done of the building. “Ok. You and the rest of the hirers will report on the ground floor at 8 am. I will separate everyone into different groups for each floor, the back room and unloaders where everyone will be pitching in to assemble the shelving, stands, merchandise that is floor models to be displayed and stock everything before the grand opening on Friday. So that gives everyone two days to get the store set up and ready. While this is going on, I’ll be going around helping out and observing to see who I keep and who I have to cut loose from my company.” Masumi now had about sixty people that she would be observing and it wasn’t going to be an easy task since everyone so far that she read was qualified and even over qualified for the different roles and jobs that they asked for. The blue eyes looked Carrie up and down. She had a great figure and a strong aura of confidence about her that she liked to see from a person and stirred something deep inside of herself, it was alluring and attractive traits that roused her. “There has been questions about uniforms. I’m lenient about what everyone wears as long as it’s non offensive and they wear their work vest and name tag. That is all. Everyone will get them on Wensday before you all start your shift.”
Pushing herself up to her feet, she went to the sink with her mug and washed it. Setting it in the drain board to air dry, the Asian transgender grabbed herself a water bottle from the fridge. Opening it, sipping from it and then setting it down on the table. Fixing her skirt portion of her dress, she elegantly sat down and crossed her right leg over her left one at the knee. Sitting like that could be a bit uncomfortable since of her male parts, but it was the price to pay to keep things hidden while she thought to herself. “Do you have any questions for me at this time that you would like to know about either the company or myself?” She had her head slightly tilted to the side which caused her black hair to be leaning and laying over her left shoulder as she smiled, her finger tracing the edge of the water bottles cap while she sat and waited to hear what Carrie now had to say. Her assistant Akira opened the door and walked into the break room with some papers in her thin arms. Masumi’s eyes looked at her which caused Akira to stop in her tracks. A deep rumble of a growl came from her and Akira understood what it meant. Back stepping quickly, she went out of the room, closed the door and waited. Then she knocked as Masumi answered. “Yes Akira?” Her assistant walked in with her head bowed as she walked over and set the papers down. “These are the contracts with the distributors and the contractors notice that he had finished installing the heavy chains to your base-“ Masumi turned her head to face her on a dime and then there was silence. Akira quickly shut up and left in a hurry blushing deeply as she shut the door behind herself. A sigh came forth. “Please excuse my assistant, she tends to run on when I have a guest in the same room about personal matters.”
“Ok. You and the rest of the hirers will report on the ground floor at 8 am. I will separate everyone into different groups for each floor, the back room and unloaders where everyone will be pitching in to assemble the shelving, stands, merchandise that is floor models to be displayed and stock everything before the grand opening on Friday. So that gives everyone two days to get the store set up and ready. While this is going on, I’ll be going around helping out and observing to see who I keep and who I have to cut loose from my company.”
Listening to Masumi's words, Carrie nodded and made a mental note about when to show up for work, pausing as Masumi continued... “There has been questions about uniforms. I’m lenient about what everyone wears as long as it’s non offensive and they wear their work vest and name tag. That is all. Everyone will get them on Wednesday before you all start your shift.”
As she started to get up from her chair, Carrie paused as Masumi asked her if she had any questions about her or the company she owned; she couldn't think of any offhand, all of this being new to her. Noticing Masumi shifting a bit in her chair, her eyebrows raised momentarily but not enough to elicit a response from Masumi; before Carrie could reply, someone - one of her assistants, she mused - entered the break room, only to back out of the room and knock first. Watching the short conversation between them, Carrie gathered her thoughts as Masumi made light of her assistant's actions. "Think nothing of it," Carrie replied as she slid her chair back under the table and began to turn towards the door...only to stop, turn for a moment and say, "Thanks for giving me the opportunity here; you won't be disappointed," giving a slight nod of her head before turning and heading out of the break room....
Seeing as Carrie had gotten up and was ready to leave, Masumi nodded her head as she slid the remaining files in front of herself of the others that she would be having a talk with. When Carrie started her thanks and that Masumi wouldn’t be disappointed, the blue eyes looked up from one of the files and said straight forward. “I would hope not, for your sake Ms. Schwab. Cause it seems like you need this job ever so badly. But, we will see when the time comes on Wensday when I have to cut some chords to allow others to become stronger. Have a good day and I’ll see you bright and early in two days.” Masumi would Then go back to looking over the files. She had a bit of phone calls to make as she went through pages over pages of information. Hours of flipping through pages and many phone calls later, Masumi sighed to herself as she had set her phone down. While in between phone calls, she had sent her assistant home as the hours were getting late. Looking at the screen, it read 8:52 pm. Closing the last file, she had stacked them up again and stood up stretching her limbs with a groan. Standing there in her black and red kimono inspired dress, she left the break room and saw that all the workers had left too. Alone in the building, she began turning off the lights to it and since she had the keys with her, locked the doors. Looking around, she even noticed that her driver was gone as well. Taking out her phone, she noticed that there was a txt from an unknown number that had said, “Sorry Ms. Haru, there was a family emergency with my daughter who’s now in the hospital.” Rolling her eyes, she powered off her phone and decided that she was going to walk to her new home instead of driving.
The heels of her knee high black leather boots clicked against the concrete sidewalk as she walked. It was a bit chilly outside, but when your a lycanthrope, your core temp was higher than the normal person. So the cold didn’t affect her as much as a simple breeze to anyone else would. She only had an address for her place, and that was it. She hadn’t been there yet in person. So she was going to be trying her best to find it. Looking up at the sky, her eyes looked at the moon as it was 3 quarters the way to becoming a full moon. When a full moon was out, Masumi had no control over the tiger in which presides inside of herself and she could feel him stirring, pacing in circles in the subconscious of her brain. But he had stopped as they both heard whistling directed towards her and the cat calls were a bit of a pet peeve of hers. A head of her was a group of guys who stood in her path. “Hey sexy, you alone tonight? Maybe me and my friends can keep you warm tonight? I know something wouldn’t mind having an exotic Asian chick around it.” His buddies laughed, except for one. The one who wasn’t laughing was staring at her, eyeing her up. Upon sniffing the air, she could smell the majority’s scent was human and aroused, but this one, he smelled of a rat and was nervous about smelling a predator. A few of teeth began to change as she kept her mouth shut. Her canines had turned into her tigers canines as she watched them. They all were starting to come a little bit closer until the rat said, “I don’t like this...I’m getting a bad feeling from her.” Her lips peeled back into a wicked grin as her teeth now could be seen. “Your rat of a friend is right...” when the person who smelled of rat saw the teeth, his face faded of color as he slowly backed up. Looking at their wererat, they saw him turning into his massive rat form and was trying to get away. When they turned to look at Masumi, they saw her eyes were looking at them like a predator as a deep rumble of a growl came from her throat. This caused everyone to now turn and run.
Smirking, her eyes and teeth went back to normal as she continued on her journey. She was hoping that she was getting closer as she went from road and street to the next, looking for the building that she had seen images of. Masumi could have used her phone’s gps, but sadly it was nearly dead. Hence why she turned it off and tucked it inside of the red silk Kimono belt that hugged her waist nice and snug. Walking down three different streets, she picked up on the scent of the rat again. But this time, he was up above. Stopping in her tracks on Washington street, she stood still and simply began to undress right there on the spot. Her bones began to crack, break and reshape. Fur began to grow forth from her skin. But the wererat jumped from his spot and tried to get the drop on Masumi. But since she was feline, her reflexes were incredible. Spinning around on her Weretiger legs, her heavy hand snapped upwards and caught the beast by the throat which it squeaked in fear as it thrashed it’s little claws at her, scratching her face and arms. He brought his legs up and pushed off of her torso. But as he had done this, she slid her claws out and sliced his throat a bit. Blood was now in the air as she stood up in all of her glory now. She was now in her Weretiger form as she roared at the rat who landed ten feet away. Lowering herself down, she pushed forward with all the muscles in her arms and legs, all working at once. The white and black stripped fur shined from the lighting around the neighborhood as her black crescent shaped claws slid out from the digits of her hands and feet. The rat tried to back pedal and flee, but he was landed on with those black lethal claws digging into his body and him falling backwards. Blood was oozing out from the wounds and from his mouth, staring up and into Masumi’s eyes. His last breaths were nothing but gurgling sounds as his lungs were filling up with blood. Slowly, he went back to human form and laid on the ground naked. Retracting her claws, she stood up from the body and shifted back as she made her way back to her clothing.
Once she was human, she quickly gotten dressed and moved out of the area before the cops were to show up on the scene. Her heels were clicking once again against the sidewalk. Eventually, at 11:49 at night, she had finally found her place. Fishing her set of keys out, she tried a few of them until the right one slid in and turned the lever handle of the door and pushed it open. Stepping inside, she turned on the lights, shut the door, and locked it. Even all four dead bolts were slid into place. Walking into the kitchen, she went right for the fridge. Opening it, she saw it had some food inside of it thanks to Akira. Taking out a couple of raw steaks, she took them over to the sink and began to wash them over with hot water. When she was done, she began to tear into them, eating both the raw meat as she was now very hungry, a side affect from her changing forms. Devouring the meat had left her hands and all around her mouth bloody. With her tongue, she licked off the blood like a cat cleaning it’s fur. Now a bit tired, she cleaned up the rest of herself off, turned off the lights and went through the dark house. Her eye shine showing as she went to her bedroom, undressed and slipped under the covers of her platform bed. Laying her head down, she fell to sleep like a baby.
Arriving at the multi-shop (Carrie's phrasing for her new place of employment), Carrie felt a mix of nervous excitement, fear, trepidation and anticipation - it was the first steady job she had held in over five years and she didn't want to blow it on the first day. Dressed in almost the same wardrobe as her job interview - the only difference was a light green Philadelphia Eagles oversized jersey which had the name of legendary QB Randall Cunningham on the back top - she stepped inside and waited with the other new potential hirers. Having spent the past day and night pouring over the Welcome To booklets given to her after her interview, Carrie knew a little bit about Masumi's company and everything it entailed and she started to feel more and more confident.
Exchanging small talk with some of the other hirers, however, reminded Carrie of how much a fish out of water she was; back in the confines of USP Blue Ridge, there was a certain rhythm, a certain pace, a certain manner of acting, speaking and behaving that any convict learned after arrival and Carrie had those things down pat....but being on the outside, especially in an open, public environment such as this, she had to zealously guard her speech, her mannerisms 'lest someone think she wasn't who she said she was. Seeing a copy of the Philadelphia Inquirer on the table next to her, she picked it up and opened it, quickly perusing the pages...until she froze at one particular section. It was the paper's fugitive update and this week's had five women's pictures - including hers' - featured, each with name and circumstances. Knowing the picture of her in the paper wasn't the exact same one as the one looking at it - she'd changed her hairstyle and appearance since then - it still chilled her to see that they were still looking for her.
The wicked flee when no one pursues; but the righteous are as bold as a lion. .... (Proverbs 28:1, KJV) That particular line of Scripture flashed through her mind as she quickly closed the paper and set it back on the table; although Carrie knew she was a wicked woman, she also there was going to be a righteous accounting in the future for her. When, she didn't know.....unbeknownst to her, though, her wolf scent had stayed on the paper, ready to be picked up by whoever could detect its' scent....
Two days had passed since the interview and the majority of the store was done. In that time frame, Masumi watched as everything was falling into place. Supplies were being delivered by Semi’s to make sure that the store opened as scheduled in a few days time. She also had to fire her driver because that night he didn’t go to the hospital, instead he went and scored on some blow and snorted it off of a clowns bo- *ahem*, let’s just say some images came across her tablet that she wished she didn’t see, like the state of the bathroom he was in while doing....that. So, she was walking down the sidewalk on this Dreary Wensday morning. The forecast had stated that thunderstorms was to go over them and start raining around lunch time. She didn’t mind the rain to much, in fact, she loved the feeling of it on herself. It was, a refreshing feeling.
Masumi had her hair in a ponytail as she wore black sneakers, a black skirt that stopped an inch above her knee with a chain wallet hooked to a belt loop and the wallet tucked into a back pocket that she had specifically made, and a black dress shirt with the long sleeves rolled up above her elbow. In her right hand she had a disposable cup with lid that had her tea mixture and a few tablets of caffeine that helped her feel energized and very much so awake. Following her scent, she followed her usual path back to her store. When the time read 8am, she was now stepping up to it as she saw the hired hands were already inside along with Akira her assistant. Cutting a path through the crowd, she went to the very front and turned around to face them all as she sipped her Energy tea. She could smell the Wolf in the ground floor room and where she had been and what she had touched so far.
“Morning everyone, I hope you all are ready because we are going to be busting our humps setting up the shelving, getting merchandise prepped and set to be put out on display.” Her eyes looked at everyone and how they all stood. She took the time to separate everyone into four groups. Carrie was in the third group and this was done deliberately. “Group one, you’ll be on this floor setting up everything and plugging in the fridges and freezers once they are delivered later on today. Stock only the canned and dried foods for now. Group two, you lot are going to be on the third floor setting up the electronic systems and stocking all pallet loads into their proper spots. Group three, you all are going to be on the second floor and I want all the books and manga set neatly on the shelves. Group four, your on floor four to set up tables, chairs, stands and the displays up there. You will not have to set up the cooking areas, that’s the vendors job. You all will get two fifteen minute breaks and a one hour lunch break. When we do the fifteen minute break, it will go by floor while the one hour lunch break will be all four floors at once and will meet up for it on the fourth floor where I will have lunch ordered and set for you all. If you smoke, you either go out onto the roof or outback”
Taking another sip from her cup, she would then continue her little talk. “If I find any merchandise is mishandled and damaged, it will be docked out of your pay. If you find something already damaged inside of the box on the pallets, you let either me or Akira know immediately. You all know what you have to do. Me and Akira will be going around to the different floors to pitch in. We open up Friday, so let’s not take to long for the next 48 hours....let’s get to it people.” And like that, everyone began to walk or ride the elevators to the floors that they were assigned to. Before Masumi went to start helping out, her nose drew her towards a news paper that Carrie’s scent was on. Flipping through it until her senses told her was the page the Werewolf last looked at. It was the fugitive section. Scanning across the images of five females, herceyes narrowed a bit when they stopped on a particular female who looked familiar with some minor differences to her looks. She didn’t need to read the name under it to know it was one of her now employees. Sighing to herself, she closed the newspaper and threw it into the trash, but not before she ripped the page out.
Folding it nice and neatly, she slid it into her back pocket. Looking over at her assistant, Masumi spoke in Japanese. “Akira, watashi wa soko de yuka kara hajimete iru. Mondai ga hassei shitara, watashi no denwa ni denwa shite kudashi.” (Akira, I’m starting on the third floor. Call me if problems occur.) Akira turned her head to look at her boss and bowed acknowledging what was said to her and then went to work. Walking to the back of the ground floor towards the elevators, she pushed the button to call it back down. Waiting for a moment, the doors slid open and she stepped inside. The doors slid shut as the elevator hummed upwards and dinged as it passed each floor until she was on the third floor. When the doors opened up again, she stepped through and saw everyone was doing as asked and was first setting up the book displays and the shelves on the walls. There were some that were getting the books ready to be set up as the shelves were being completed. Masumi went over and helped set up the shelving and bookcases. Her eyes would look over at Carrie, keeping an eye on her was needed since she was an escapee.
“Morning everyone, I hope you all are ready because we are going to be busting our humps setting up the shelving, getting merchandise prepped and set to be put out on display.” Her eyes looked at everyone and how they all stood. She took the time to separate everyone into four groups. Carrie was in the third group and this was done deliberately. .... .... "Group three, you all are going to be on the second floor and I want all the books and manga set neatly on the shelves..." ... ... “If I find any merchandise is mishandled and damaged, it will be docked out of your pay. If you find something already damaged inside of the box on the pallets, you let either me or Akira know immediately. You all know what you have to do. Me and Akira will be going around to the different floors to pitch in. We open up Friday, so let’s not take to long for the next 48 hours....let’s get to it people."
Listening to Masumi's instructions, Carrie nodded and went with everyone in her group - Group Three - up to the second floor, bounding up the stairs two at a time, anxious to get to work Seeing some of the shelves and displays already in place (most of the heavier shelves weren't in place, just the smaller, portable displays), Carrie and the others set to work stocking all the books, manga and anime on the shelves, following the instructions inside each box; if anything couldn't be put onto the shelf, it was placed back into the box it came out of - though Carrie did notice that most everything brought up was going onto the shelves, so in her mind there shouldn't be too many boxes needed to store any backstock. As all of them went along loading the shelves up, someone asked, "What do we do with the boxes when they fill back up with backstock?"
"I'll check on that," Carrie called out, looking around to see if either Akira or Masumi were on the floor... There were some that were getting the books ready to be set up as the shelves were being completed. Masumi went over and helped set up the shelving and bookcases. Her eyes would look over at Carrie, keeping an eye on her was needed since she was an escapee. ....catching sight of Masumi, Carrie headed over to her, waving to get her attention. "We're making decent progress stocking everything," Carrie said, "but anything that doesn't go up on the shelves; do we box them back up or.." figuring it was better to ask and learn rather than blindly go forward, something that'd been Carrie Schwab's stock'n'trade through most of her life....
“3...2...1...Lift.” Masumi said as her and the one male employee lifted up the top shelf and slid it into place. Holding it while on their tip toes, her dress shirt lifted up to expose her chiseled stomach/ ab’s and the tramp stamp of a moon lotus and a crescent moon. She held her balance as two other employees came over with ladders and tools. Not looking up, she closed her eyes and held her breath for a few moments while they drilled the heavy oak shelf into place. Once it was done, she let go of it and brushed her hands together as she moved out of the way. Seeing the pallet for that section of shelves, Masumi hooked her fingers in between the boards and pulled it across the floor to the shelving area. Patting the one box, she turned around as someone thanked her for making it easier for them. Nodding her head slightly as she waved a bit. Bringing her arm back down, she went to where she had her tea sitting on the cashier check out counters. Picking it up, she turned and hopped her butt onto it. Taking a sip, she observes everyone working and those were slacking and allowing others to pick up their work. As she was going to call these people out, Carrie walked up to her, stating everything was going as planned, buuut she wanted to know about the overstock. “If no one has come out...uuugh...ok. Follow me for a moment. Everyone else, you either work like your lives depended on it or your fired.” Sliding herself off of the counter, she led the way on the left side of the store to two heavy swinging doors.
Stepping inside, it was cooler in here. It was about 60 degrees as she moved along the rows of seven foot tall metal shelving, all of them marked for the different items by series and or author. Her eyes narrowed with the eyebrows furrowed downwards tonshow she was displeased at the lack of effort from those that she had hired to donover stocking. Going to the one end, she turned to face three guys who were looking at Magazines that deserved most likely in their bathrooms back home. Holding her finger up to stop Carrie in her tracks. The one that had a playboy looked at Masumi grinning. Turning it to show her of an Asian playmate. “Ma’am, could you do that for me and th-“ Her anger and tiger had gotten the better of her as she balled her fist. When her mouth opened, it wasn’t human screams heard coming out towards them. It was a roar of a very pissed off Tiger. Breathing heavily as she stared at the three guys who were pressing themselves against the wall as if the wall would open and allow them to escape. Pointing towards the door she and Carrie had walked in from. “All of you! Get! Ouuut! Nooow!” The three guys didn’t need to think or have her say it twice as they ran around her and Carrie and bolted out of the building. Growling to herself, she placed her hands on her hips and began tapping her foot trying to think. “Just...box up what is overstock and leave the boxes where they are at. I’ll come around and bring them back here.”
Veer, veer. Came from her shirt pocket. Reaching in, she looked at her phone to see three messages from Akira. First one, ground floor going out on 15. Second message, why was she yelling and did three guys running out with wet pants? Third message, back in from break. Turning off the phone, she slipped it back into her breast pocket. “Carrie...tell everyone it’s time for their 15 minute break...go and enjoy your break, you earned it so far.” Turning around, Masumi leaned against the wall and let out a sigh. Leaning her head back against the wall and making her looking up at an angle and closes her eyes trying to calm herself down as she could feel the tiger in her slowly moving back and forth inside of her mind, wanting to get out and to rip something, kill something, to eat. But she pushed it back for in one more day, it was going to be a full moon outside and she was going to be on the hunt or chained in her basement.
