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I’ve been super bored lately!

The idea; We are all employees at a big department store;; like a cross between Wal-Mart & Macy’s. We deal with the random activities of the store, and what not, Although we often sneak off to the Employee’s lounge, or the Private Hiding spots that have been made in the various rooms of the Warehouse.

There Are:

*Warehouses (Attached to Store, accessible by employees with a key-card. There are hiding spots made between boxes. Like an open space surrounded by box walls & ceiling.)
*Bathrooms (3, Scattered throughout the store, 2 Private Employee’s restrooms)
*Employee’s Lounge (Complete with Kitchenette & Employee’s lockers! Yay!)
*Anything else you can think of!

Character Sheet:

Name:
Gender:
Age: (19-30)
Occupation @ Store: (cashier, manager, etc.)
Personality:
-Strengths
-Weaknesses
Appearance:


Rules:

I'll make An OOC, Post any Bio's there.

Pretty much anyone can join.

It's in the Casual Section. No one-liners, pleaassee!

Play Nice.

Have fuuun!! (:

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This actually sounds really fun. May I join in?

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Smile like you mean it...

((Huzzah, we can start!))


Tori raced out of the bathroom, coughing like a maniac, and wrestling with the sleeves of her work uniform. The sleeves unbunched, and she popped her arms through successfully. The manager, Frank, was going to kill her if she was late again. It wasn't like she could help herself. Plus, a little lecture from the leaniant man couldn't do much harm.

She buckled the plain black belt she wore, around her neatly-ironed jeans, and picked up the name tag that read "How may I help you...Tori", on it. She grabbed a thick black hair tie from the table beside the door, and ran out of the apartment and to her car in a rush.

After what seemed like hours, although it was only minutes, she arrived at work. They opened in about thirty minutes, and she needed to get in there, and get waked up. She grabbed her oversized blue purse, and threw her cell phone in it, and opened the door to the car, exiting with a hurry, and running to the side door where a lot of the employees entered. After all, it let straight to their lockers.

She walked swiftly over to her locker, a peice of white tape on the front with "Tori," written on it in her swirly print. She entered her easy-peasy combination, and it opened with a click. Tori shoved her bag into it, and removed her cell phone, popping it into the pocket of her jeans and closing the door to the locker. She stood there for almost half a minute, and continued her way to the employee's lounge where she'd wait for more of the staff to gather- which was their normal gathering spot.

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"Damn kids... always in a hurry," grumbled Alphonse as that Lyons girl sped out of the lockers room. Alphonse sighed. He'd just swept up in there, and no doubt he'd have to clean it again now someone had messed it up. Stepping in from the corridor, he noticed the miscellaneous candy wrappers that had escaped from the woman's locker. With a tired groan he lifted his broom and began sweeping the room again.
"Damn kids can't even get to work on time, and they leave garbage all over the floors, dang it..." Alphonse murmers descended into indecipherable curses as he set to work, sweeping the mess towards the bin in the far corner.

Minutes later he was all done, and once again the lockers room was a shining bastion of cleaniness. Throughly satisfied, Alphonse picked up his broom and padded out of the room, thick leather shoes resounding on the spotless, beige vinyl floors of the corridor. Proudly admiring the newly-washed white walls of the employee area, Alphonse steadily made his way to the employee lounge, stopping only to pop in on the storeroom. There was no one in there.

"Damn kids, they're gonna get me fired at this rate, slacking off like that. It's only thirty minutes until the store opens," said Alphonse, his briefly happy mood evaporating. "Rassum frassum kids..." Continuing on his way, he checked his watch. It was an old thing, bought at the stoe when he began working here, and still kept perfect time. Perfect enough, anyway. Ten minutes had gone by the time he arrived at the employee lounge. Hands still firmly grasping his broom, he walked over to the kitchen and started boiling some water in the kettle. He glanced over at the Lyons girl.

"I'm making tea. Want a coffee, Tori?"

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Travis pulled up at the front of the store, his '95 Chevy pickup looking like a piece of shit but it sounded like a beast straight out of hell. Who ever knew exhaust tips could do so much?

He slowly got out of his truck, ipod in his ears as usual, dressed in his work uniform, clearly unbecoming of a manager. With a black Killswitch Engage shirt, Levis carpenter jeans, and white and black Adidas, and the faint scent of aqua di gio on his neck, he walked through the crowd up to the front doors.

"HEY! WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU JACKASSES GONNA OPEN THE DAMN STORE!?" one of the "innocent bystanders" yelled after him. Travis ignored him, only holding his hand up and giving him a thumbs up sign, "I'll tell the cashiers to take extra special care of you today sir! We may even be able to work in a discount if you keep yelling. Maybe even a restraining order!" He yelled with an, obviously, sarcastic voice, but he wasn't kidding about the "extra special care". He could almost feel the guy giving him the bird, but he mainly felt that way because he saw his hand in the reflection of the doors.

He slipped through the doors, making sure they closed behind him as he walked to the employee's lounge. Upon entering, he started singing the lyrics to So far away, by Crossfade. This was his morning routine... act like a jackass... He spun one of the crappy Rollie chairs around once, plopped down it in, put his feet up on the table and immediately leaned back.

Though this time, it was a little too far and hard. He felt his balance give way and he fell backward, his chair shooting underneath the table and hitting the middle pole which held it up, and Travis laying on his back awkwardly. He quickly got up, coughing slightly, "Yeah... Uh, good morning you three..." His face was beat red as he grabbed the chair from underneath the table and pulled it back to the upright position, sitting down carefully.

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As soon as Tori entered the Employee's lounge, she immedietly sat down, keeping very quiet and still in her state of half-consious-sleepyness. She barely noticed Alphonse had walked in until he started making tea. Maybe he noticed she was so sleepy?

"I'm making tea. Want a coffee, Tori?"

Tori opened her eyes, and added a yawn to it. "Um, sure, why not?" She said, smiling softly, through the dazed look her glazed-over eyes sent. After sitting in the chair, she'd gone back to dream land, where only ten minutes ago she was rushing out of her house like a mad-man. But this was her daily morning routine. Tori did not do mornings.

Soon, Travis had walked in, and he was soon doing his daily morning ritual. He leaned back in his chair, and this time, he fell. Tori covered her mouth, choking back a fit of hysterics as she watched him, her eyes widening a little as she came out of her state of sleepyness.

"Yeah... Uh, good morning you three..."

Tori looked at him, and then looked away so he couldn't see her smiling. "How's the big manager on campus today, Travis?" She asked.

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Sunglasses.
Sunglasses usually meant one thing for Eddie - hangover. And today, it was evident that he had one by the sleek pair of sunglasses adorning his head. He was walking towards the store when he heard some tool yell at him, "Open up the fucking store!"
Normally Eddie would've just flipped him off and kept walking, but hangovers made him a little more prone to calling back.
"I'll open the fucking store when you close your fucking mouth."

Eddie came inside, it seemed he'd gotten there just in time to see Travis on his back, having just fallen off a chair.
"Is that how you put out?" Eddie came in, speaking sarcastically. He dumped his bag on the ground, he had a locker for it, but he could never be bothered with putting it in there straight away.

He made himself a strong coffee and downed it fairly quickly. Man, was Travis gonna be pissed that he came to work with a hangover again. It then struck him how heckling the guy on anything sexual wasn't a good idea either. But Eddie made dumb mistakes like that all the time...like the time he got herp...

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Alphonse ignored Travis's antics. Every morning it was like this, something silly or misplaced. He set another cup down and started to mix up Tori's regular blend. Glancing over again at the fallen king, Alphonse noted that Eddie had dumped his bag on one of the couches. Just as long as he didn't make any mess. Alphonse respected Eddie for that - the man kept his messes to himself. Shuffling over to the right of the counter, he made room for Eddie to make his coffee.

Huh. Sunglasses. The man had been drinking again. Walking over to the fridge, he got out the milk and returned to his brew. He set up two extra cups for Travis and Blu-J. Hot chocolate for the manager, and some green tea for the quiet one. Put some pep in their steps.

"Straight black or white, Tori? I can never remember which one you take."

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