”YAOWZA I can’t believe I slept this long! It's already 11:14AM on Saturday I need to get my butt down to the Lancom Arcade to see if my Sup…”
Nori sprinted from her place in the living room to her bedroom, where her evil, traitorous alarm clock had once again magically changed the station to Nick Weston’s radio show. She quickly tuned it to the local acoustic station, only for the dial to move back to Nick’s station again on its own accord.
‘…its time for Weston's Suggestions I know how much my listeners LOVE movies so with great pleasure I'm let……’
“Not today alarm clock,” the florist growled, flipping the switch to the off position. Sighing with relief, Nori turned to exit her room, only to pause in the doorway a moment later. The hair on the back of her neck started to stand up and she broke out in goosebumps as an ominous feeling descended on the room. The girl turned slowly and swallowed hard, staring at the innocent looking alarm clock.
The switch moved to the on position and the volume dial turned itself up to the max setting, blaring out, “…THE CASINO AND SEE IF I CAN WIN BACK SOME OF WHAT I LOST ON THURSDAY, THAT DEVILISHLY HANDSOME YUTARO OTAMURA ISN'T GOING TO….”
“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” Nori whispered, staring at the radio clock with a mix of alarm and horror. “My alarm clock has been possessed by the devil.” Nori dove for the power cord and ripped it out of its place in the wall, before scooping up the satanically bewitched alarm clock and throwing open her bedroom window. “MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!” she yelled at a pedestrian who was walking on the sidewalk below her apartment. Nick Weston’s voice kept screeching at her from the radio and the tattooed girl was so freaked out that she barely waited a second after the person was clear of the window before she flung the radio onto the concrete below. It broke apart spectacularly and Nori let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as the speakers finally gave out.
“Sorry,” she called down to the stranger, giving a quick wave as they stared up at her in stunned silence. “It was being haunted,” Nori explained with a shrug before closing the window. After standing Nick Weston up four months ago, Nori couldn’t bear to listen to his show because she was so incredibly, ridiculously embarrassed over the whole thing. However, no matter how hard she tried to avoid the station, it seemed to follow her everywhere she went, most likely due to the fact that it was the most popular station in all of Shine City.
The blonde changed out of her pajamas and chose to wear a pair of black jeans and a modest green sweater for the day, trying to counteract the skantastic outfit she would have to change into later that day for work at Club LUSH. Once dressed the girl grabbed her roommate wanted flyers and set out to wallpaper the rest of Shine City with them.
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“Hot Damn,” Nori murmured as she opened the door to the Mochavine. The line to be seated was so long that there was barely any room to stand inside the establishment. Spotting the bulletin board by the front desk where local community members advertised services, pets for adoption, etc., the DJ made her way through the crowd as politely as possible and began to tape up her flyer.
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Nori sprinted from her place in the living room to her bedroom, where her evil, traitorous alarm clock had once again magically changed the station to Nick Weston’s radio show. She quickly tuned it to the local acoustic station, only for the dial to move back to Nick’s station again on its own accord.
‘…its time for Weston's Suggestions I know how much my listeners LOVE movies so with great pleasure I'm let……’
“Not today alarm clock,” the florist growled, flipping the switch to the off position. Sighing with relief, Nori turned to exit her room, only to pause in the doorway a moment later. The hair on the back of her neck started to stand up and she broke out in goosebumps as an ominous feeling descended on the room. The girl turned slowly and swallowed hard, staring at the innocent looking alarm clock.
The switch moved to the on position and the volume dial turned itself up to the max setting, blaring out, “…THE CASINO AND SEE IF I CAN WIN BACK SOME OF WHAT I LOST ON THURSDAY, THAT DEVILISHLY HANDSOME YUTARO OTAMURA ISN'T GOING TO….”
“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” Nori whispered, staring at the radio clock with a mix of alarm and horror. “My alarm clock has been possessed by the devil.” Nori dove for the power cord and ripped it out of its place in the wall, before scooping up the satanically bewitched alarm clock and throwing open her bedroom window. “MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!” she yelled at a pedestrian who was walking on the sidewalk below her apartment. Nick Weston’s voice kept screeching at her from the radio and the tattooed girl was so freaked out that she barely waited a second after the person was clear of the window before she flung the radio onto the concrete below. It broke apart spectacularly and Nori let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as the speakers finally gave out.
“Sorry,” she called down to the stranger, giving a quick wave as they stared up at her in stunned silence. “It was being haunted,” Nori explained with a shrug before closing the window. After standing Nick Weston up four months ago, Nori couldn’t bear to listen to his show because she was so incredibly, ridiculously embarrassed over the whole thing. However, no matter how hard she tried to avoid the station, it seemed to follow her everywhere she went, most likely due to the fact that it was the most popular station in all of Shine City.
The blonde changed out of her pajamas and chose to wear a pair of black jeans and a modest green sweater for the day, trying to counteract the skantastic outfit she would have to change into later that day for work at Club LUSH. Once dressed the girl grabbed her roommate wanted flyers and set out to wallpaper the rest of Shine City with them.
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“Hot Damn,” Nori murmured as she opened the door to the Mochavine. The line to be seated was so long that there was barely any room to stand inside the establishment. Spotting the bulletin board by the front desk where local community members advertised services, pets for adoption, etc., the DJ made her way through the crowd as politely as possible and began to tape up her flyer.
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