does wallmart sell walls? { open }

[hannibal aloysius jones]

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WITH . EVERY . STEP . IT . TAKES

SOMETHING INSIDE ME BREAKS
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Hannibal was in good spirits for once since his arrival in Lima but aisling always did that to him. What is aisling I hear you ask? Well aisling was pretty much just Hannibal wondering up and down the aisles in a large department store like venue looking at nothing in particular. The cheaper and the nastier the better. There was no real point to it and he could spend hours doing it. When he was aisling anything was of interest to him, even the different types of shampoos could catch his eye. On occasion he would have his own little mini movie montage where he would randomly try on clothing just for kicks or played with some of the toys or sporting equipment. Some people did yoga or went and spilled their guts to over paid shrinks, Hannibal went aisling.

Hannibal had been coming here around once a week since arriving in Lima. It was his sanctuary. The one place he went where he knew he could be alone. It was his and Hannibal liked that the most. Hannibal loved that the store almost looked sterile with all the big bright fluorescent lights and its white linoleum. Even in the dead of night it looked like it was bright daylight. This late at night the place was practically empty, only a few sad souls roamed around the store, Hannibal being one of them.

Hannibal found himself in the toy department, more specifically the Barbie aisle. He looked a little out of place, a six foot something guy looking at dolls. It was a sea of pink in front of him. It was kind of mind blowing the number of different kinds of Barbies there was. Some of them were frightening. He wouldn't let his sister play with any of them. There was one that Hannibal felt looked like Bondage Barbie. Who would buy that for their kid? Hannibal picked a box up from the shelf to get a closer look. Definitely bondage. A little laugh escaped his lips. Hannibal dumped the box back on the shelf. Time to move on. His next stop was the entertainment department. He gravitated towards the clearance dvds. It was therapeutic in a way to dig through a bin full of random mismatched dvds. It wasn’t because they were cheap it was more so because the best movies were the bad ones and the bad ones are always the ones that end up on clearance. With one hand in his pocket Hannibal began to move around the dvd cases with his free one.

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HANG MYSELF BY A ROPE OF WORDS WHETHER OR NOT IT HURTS
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hannibal jones is sporting this. those lyrics are by arid. hannibal is tagging anyone.
the count is over four hundred. anyway nothing else to add.
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[leanne raine smith]

Leanne was so mad that her foster mother had forced her to head down to the cheapest store she could think of to buy a present for a new foster kid that had just moved into the house. She wasn't upset about having to buy the boy a present, just the fact that she was having to drag herself into a store that was sure to be packed with tons of people and small children begging their parents to buy every item in the store. Of course the present wasn't the only thing that had been put on the list of items for LeeLee to pick up. She had at least a two page list with items filling every line. At least her mother aranged everything by isle. She was what you would call an extreme couponer which also meant that Leanne had a stack of coupons that she was going to use at the register.

The couponing had started as her mother started to take in more kids. Leelee had been about fifteen so, she was a large part of her mother's obsession. They had so many things in their "stock pile" that she swore it wasn't normal for a person of her age to be in posession of forty seven bottles of laundry detergent. Of course the items took up more space than the family had available so Leanne's closet contained a lot of the stuff. It was cheaper for their large family, but it was difficult to cope with at times. It was wonderful that her mother trusted her enough to actually do the shopping for her though. Most women like her mother were insanly obsessive with their shopping. They would cause a huge scene in the store just to make sure that they didn't spend more than their ten dollar limit.

As LeeLee finished finding everything on her mother's list she decieded that she would take a detour and check out some cheap DVD's. She enjoyed rumaging through the clearance DVD's simply because there were actually some pretty good ones down deep in the pile. Of course going into the most crowded part of the store with a buggy packed full of things was a terrible idea. She rounded the corner to the bin containing the DVD's and she smacked into someone. She only hoped that they weren't hurt. "Oh my goodness. I am so sorry." she said being very quick to apologize to the person. She looked up and layed eyes on one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. "Are you alright?" she asked again looking a little worried.

^{STARRING : Leanne & Hannibal
WORDS : 437
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Nothing
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : My Mexican Family(:
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
OUTFIT HERE TANA}

[hannibal aloysius jones]

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WITH . EVERY . STEP . IT . TAKES

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Hannibal had found a few interesting DVD's in the bin. Most notably Clambake, a rather ridiculous Elvis Presley film from the sixties. It had one of his favourite songs in it, You'll Never Know. Magnificent song. He also loved the film. Hell he loved all of Elvis' films, the good, the bad and the ridiculous and they were mostly ridiculous. He had the complete collection back home but he still felt the need to read the back of the case. It might have some features his didn't. He was reading when something came crashing into his shins. He held back a swear. He had just been rammed with a bloody shopping trolley! And it bloody well hurt, not quite like a mother but definitely like a son of a bitch. Hannibal looked down his fine nose with a slightly arched eyebrow as his gaze rose from the trolley to the girl at its helm. She was feverishly apologising. Attractive, but he didn't quite understand her whole look. He felt like it worked against her. Stunning eyes though. His gaze dropped further to an overloaded trolley. Who needed that much stuff? No wonder she couldn't control the thing.

A part of him wanted to ignore her and keep walking, but Hannibal had to at least appear to be polite even if he didn’t want to be. You never know who you could be talking to no matter how they dressed or kept their hair. All he needed was to pick it with the wrong person, one with connections and he was in the shit with his father because he always found out about these indiscretions…although this girl didn’t exactly look like she was the son of a diplomat a plumber maybe. Yet you could never be too careful. Appearances could be deceiving.

“I'll be fine,” assured Hannibal, his English accent unmissable. His mother had made sure he knew his manners like a good little boy. Speak when spoken to, always say please and thank you and if a hand was offered you take it and you shake it with a smile. Normally Hannibal only paid attention to his mother when it was around his elders. It's what nice boys do. He could even hear his mother voice in his head. She had good intentions when he had been six, but he always knew that he was never really going to be a nice boy.

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HANG MYSELF BY A ROPE OF WORDS WHETHER OR NOT IT HURTS
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hannibal jones is sporting this. those lyrics are by arid. hannibal is tagging leanne.
the count is at least four hundred. anyway i feel like its all a bit chaotic
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[leanne raine smith]

Leanne felt a blush creep upon her face. The blushing was one of many things that she didn't like about herself. She blushed at the most random moments, but this one was out of pure embarassment. She must have looked like a huge freak with a cart loaded with at least twenty bottles of laundry detergent along with over forty boxes of cereal and many other groups of items. Lucky for her the store allowed her and her mother to reserve their own lane which was where she had put the two other carts of multiple grocery items. The fellow was looking down at her like he was nothing less than a pristene specimen of human who should not have been touched in such a manner. She immediately felt self conscious with the way she was dressed. Why she hadn't put forth more effort and worn more than a sweater was beyond her and karma was being such a bitch.

This boy seemed like he lived in a world of riches and was used nothing less than having all the money a person could want. Leanne herself was not shy to money. Her parents made a decent amount and the state paid for most of the things Leanne needed. It also helped that family that had found her over the years sent her money regularly. Aunt and Uncles who were high in society had paid for her car, phone, jewelry. She was usually better dressed than she had been at the moment, but the day hadn't been a cheery one. In fact she had pretty much laid in bed most of the day. She looked at him again and couldn't help but notice just how attractive he was.

"Are you sure?" She asked moving her cart to look him over. First, to make sure he was alright but there was also just the want to glance him over for personal pleasure. He seemed polite and she appreciated that. Some people would have just cursed her out and kept walking. "My mom is an extreme couponer and sometimes I have to do her shopping for her." Leanne said before lifting up some of the older dvd's. Singin' In The Rain was a classic. Actually it was one of her favorites plus the soundtrack was great. She started to sing the song lightly to herself." I'm singin' in the rain, Just singin' in the rain, What a glorious feelin'. I'm happy again." She realized that she was being more than rude so she turned around to look at him again. "Have you ever watched this? It's one of my favorites." she said holding up the DVD. "I'm Leanne by the way. Leanne Smith." she held out her hand.

^{STARRING : Leanne & Hannibal
WORDS : 456
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : Nothing
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON && SINGIN' IN THE RAIN
LISTENING TO : My Mexican Family(:
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
OUTFIT HERE TANA}