I always wanted to do a shopping chappie, so here it is:D
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Later that same day, the band got into their tour "bus" and headed down to the local mall.
"God, I hate the mall. So many stupid fans," Nathan grumbled. He was sitting back against one of the several bench/chairs Murderface sat in the lounge chair in front of the fireplace on the second floor, fiddling with a bass. Skwisgaar sat on the opposite side as Nathan and Toki sat on the floor, his back against another chair, playing on a laptop. Freya sat very close beside him so she could watch what he was doing. He was surfing through websites of various stores that were in the mall they were heading to, so they could go in, get what they were looking for and leave as soon as possible to avoid getting swamped by fans.
Sometimes being the twelfth largest economy in the world sucked.
Toi and the rest of Dethklok were going to the mall to buy costumes for the party. Skwisgaar didn't care one way or the other what he went as. As he said, he didn't celebrate Halloween.
For Freya, it would be a first. She had never dressed in costume before.
Toki wanted to go as a Viking, to make Freya feel better about the reason their parents had given her up. She was really starting to grow on him as a little sister. And better yet, the band had stopped treating him like such a little kid.
Now that designation fell on Freya.
She was only eighteen and being the youngest of all of them (in Pickle's case, a lot younger) she was now the little kid.
Toki blew a tuft of her red hair off his shoulder and scrolled down on the hot topic website. There was a special halloween portion to it now. They had goblins and corpses, naughty nurses and dominatrix... no viking. Damn.
He closed out of it and tried searching through Spencers gifts. They sometimes had good stuff for the holiday. It was more of the same. Corpses, hanged men, angels, devils, compliemtary accesaories, like bone staffs and horned headbands. He paused. They had imitation Viking helmets. Perfect! The price tag wasn't too bad either.
"I dunno what I should be," said Freya. She pulled her back in a black scrunchie thing and wisps of it fell out and framed her face.
"You name is Freya. Maybe you could be de goddess herselfs?" suggested Toki.
"Pfft. Not likely," she said, rolling her eyes.
"That would be a blasphemy to someone not nihilistic, Toki," said Skwisgaar, playing his guitar.
Freya chose to ignore him.
Toki continued on down and saw other various items that had to do with vikings, but as far as authenticity went, they resembled 19th century opera singers more than vikings.
He decided he was going to get the helmet and simply make the rest of it up as he went along.
He closed the laptop and just as he did, they felt the bus roll to a stop.
"Time to go!" said Pickles, holding, as he usually was, a bottle of booze.
They exited the bus through the automated double doors (lie the kind you see in malls and other shopping places) and straight ahead of them, there loomed the mall.
Cars and people wherever he looked.
The combined smell of fast food and oil filled the air like some invisible, heavy smog. Freya wrinkled her nose. In the bright sunlight, her hair looked as if it were on fire, and by comparison, her face looked stark white. She was still sick. It was amazing how someone so defiant could look so delicate.
Toki shielded his eyes against the bright October sunshine and they all began walking up to the doors, weaving in and out of cars. Someone snapped a picture. They payed no mind but Freya looked around. She wasn't used to the press, thought Toki.
Actually, it was the first time she had been spotted on an outing with the band. They had so far avoided it, to prevent any nasty rumors.
"Come ons, we's goin to Spencer!" said Toki, and he grabbed his sisters hand as if they were children again and began running towards the doors. Freya laughed and followed him.
As they went, Nathan rolled his eyes.
"They're like little kids," he grumbled.
Pickles slapped the vocalist on the back and smiled.
"Dey're not so bad. Specially Freya. She's a lot like Toki, but I dunno," he said.
"What, you gots a crush on her?" said Skwisgaar.
Pickles declined to comment.
No one noticed it, but Murderface declined as well.
They entered hell.
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Toki thought she really should dress like the ancient Norse goddess Freya. Looking at her from a different perspective, she did fit the bill. She was his sister, true, and he held no facination, but she was a pretty girl.
They were in Spencers and he had already purchased his viking helmet. Freya was simply looking around. They didn't have Spencers in Norway, he remembered. There was still a lot she had never seen and never heard of, he thought.
Over in the corner, he saw something rather odd; it was a leather body armor, complete with decorative embroidery near the collar. Spencer's didn't usually sell stuff like that, did they?
He took it down off the wall. There were leather lacings up and down the sides, to adjust the tightness of it, he noticed. It was obviously meant for a female. Why did it look so authentic?
"I'm sorry, sir, but that's for display only," said someone from behind him.
He turned and saw the man who worked there, wearing a black shirt. He was bald and covered in tatoos.
Toki wasn't giving up this rare find without a fight.
Clutching it to his chest as if it were a newborn someone was trying to steal, he made his best angry face.
"I don'ts care, I's still wants to buy it," he said defiantly.
The man glowered at him. For a moment, Toki was sure the man was going to have him kicked out. Unless he used his influence in Dethklok...
"I'm da guitarist for Dethklok, you dildoe, and I wants ta buy this," he said again.
The guy bareed his teeth for a moment, but when he heard the word dethklok, his expression changed.
"No shit! Toki Wartooth, in my store, as I live and breath! What was I thinking! Come on over here, then, and we'll get you checked out," he said.
Toi was a little confused as to his sudden change of character, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He bought the leather armor and, just to be safe, asked if it was designed for girls.
"Yeah, actually, as a matter of fact. Buyin it for the pretty girl?" asked the guy.
"Heeeeey!! That's my sister!" Toki said indignantly at the look the man wore.
"OH," he said, looking embarassed.
Toki stuffed the armor in the bag and went to find his sister gazing at a grim reaper display that was drippping blood out of a fountain.
"This place is cool," she said when she saw him coming out of the corner of her eye.
"Yeah, come ons, we's going," said Toki. He took her hand and walked out of the store, dragging her along.
He had never felt like a big brother, but he did now.
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