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Love that world you've made and just the way you organized the interest check, am interested.
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In commieland, can't post for a bit. Sry my doods.
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Interested, can I have 1 and black?
Interested and gonna write up a Sheet soon.
Interested
Still here btw. Just writing up a post for yer other arrr-peee @MissCapnCrunch, and I reckon when I'm done with that writing a post for this'll be next on my list.
Dayum everyone wid dem A1 posts
Hope mah shit's satisfactory 
Sorry it took so long to get it up
Sorry it took so long to get it upBee-dee-dee-deep! Bee-dee-dee-deep!
Arm sluggishly hefted up, Noel flopped a finger down onto the phone's snooze button before opening his eyes to a blurry abstract collage of white, brown, and red, which is a fancy way of saying the boy couldn't see shit. The same hand blindly grabbed around his nightstand until his glasses came into reach so he could place them onto his face. Now able to see shit, a nude Noel got up 'n' out of bed with a groan. Saturday; he would have that much more free time to ponder why he isn't spending it with friends. Luckily work serves as a good enough distraction from that thought, and after some looking through his drawers the gas station attendant put on his usual work attire and left his bedroom.
"Dad?"
No response. Although, it isn't because his dad wasn't home, for he was where he always was, sitting on the hard recliner by the fireplace.
"Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
Still, no response. With the exception of the sound of logs burning, the house was as it usually was, silent. Noel was used to not getting any responses back at this point, so he shrugged it off and walked into the kitchen to make eggs and toast for his father, as he did every morning. Even though his dad only ate an unhealthily small portion of the meals cooked for him every time, Noel continued to cook him a plateful every meal in hopes that one day he'd come home to see the sheen of an empty plate. It hasn't happened in a long while, but when it does Noel will be overflowing with joy.
Eggs and toast done, Noel placed the full plate onto the table before collecting a few of his things: a map of Ashenport, his phone, his wallet, his keys, and a utility knife. After grabbing his bike from the wall and opening the door Noel looked back to his father, or rather the back of his chair, and spoke.
"I'm gonna be going to work now. If you need anything just call me, alright Dad?"
"Have a good day at work."
And with that, Noel rode his bike off to the gas station. Ah Ashenport, even gazing at a small part of his hometown on his bike rides to work gave him good vibes, plus the spooky forest could only get farther away as he moved. Unlike the majority of the population, the asian teenager was excited for work! Tying his bike up, punching in, and hopping behind the counter, the world was about to receive as much customer support, swift service, and polite, albeit a bit awkward, demeanour it can handle.
The day continued on rather blandly. He sold things. He prevented some people from going into the bathroom unless they purchased something, effectively determining who peed and who died. He sold more things. It was just the usual.
Well, then he walked in. The man, the mogul, the wetter of bushes, the fat cat who can't spare two quarters for gum, it was Thomas Richard Roosevelt. The guy hates him for simply enforcing the rules his manager told him too, and Noel can't help but be bitter back. There are rules that employees have to obey, not that Tommy knew anything about that. He's a rich mogul who probably hasn't worked a day in his life and is too cheap to spare two quarters.. just not Noel's kind of person. Seeing the same sign telling people to call a number because Thomas is either too cheap to hire a receptionist or too lazy to disgrace himself with presence of peasants only further asserts his preconceived notions about the guy.
Regardless, Noel served him as he would any customer, not really trying to incite something with anyone, before going back to waiting for the next.
"So, refuse to let anyone into the bathroom recently?"
"...Only two people today, so far." Noel said, blinking a few times. It took him a couple seconds to realize Thomas was trying to talk junk.
"I mean! I d-don't know, sir. Perhaps you should try asking the Sheriff."
Noel grabbed his glasses by a corner and adjusted them. He wouldn't say such things normally, and would normally be terrified of retaliation but the conditions within the Gas Station allowed him a bit of bravery. The same cameras that were used for security reasons provided him with some comfort in that all they would see is a fully grown man beating the shit out of some asian kid, all audio recordings suggesting the quintessential good employee provoked him being nonexistent.
"Um, excuse me? I'm new here, may I ask for some help? I'd like some directions to the local graveyard, I've got some things to say, then I'll be heading on out." Some new guy asked after he walked into the gas station.
"Of course, sir. You just keep going straight until you see the jail, then take a left and a right afterward. If you see the mayor's house you're on the right track. Keep on following that trail until you're along the road that leads to the hospital. The cemetery is right by it." Noel reached into his back pocket and retrieved his map. "Here. You'll need it more than I do, sir. By the way, we're having a sale on gum, just 48 cents."
Arm sluggishly hefted up, Noel flopped a finger down onto the phone's snooze button before opening his eyes to a blurry abstract collage of white, brown, and red, which is a fancy way of saying the boy couldn't see shit. The same hand blindly grabbed around his nightstand until his glasses came into reach so he could place them onto his face. Now able to see shit, a nude Noel got up 'n' out of bed with a groan. Saturday; he would have that much more free time to ponder why he isn't spending it with friends. Luckily work serves as a good enough distraction from that thought, and after some looking through his drawers the gas station attendant put on his usual work attire and left his bedroom.
"Dad?"
No response. Although, it isn't because his dad wasn't home, for he was where he always was, sitting on the hard recliner by the fireplace.
"Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
Still, no response. With the exception of the sound of logs burning, the house was as it usually was, silent. Noel was used to not getting any responses back at this point, so he shrugged it off and walked into the kitchen to make eggs and toast for his father, as he did every morning. Even though his dad only ate an unhealthily small portion of the meals cooked for him every time, Noel continued to cook him a plateful every meal in hopes that one day he'd come home to see the sheen of an empty plate. It hasn't happened in a long while, but when it does Noel will be overflowing with joy.
Eggs and toast done, Noel placed the full plate onto the table before collecting a few of his things: a map of Ashenport, his phone, his wallet, his keys, and a utility knife. After grabbing his bike from the wall and opening the door Noel looked back to his father, or rather the back of his chair, and spoke.
"I'm gonna be going to work now. If you need anything just call me, alright Dad?"
"Have a good day at work."
And with that, Noel rode his bike off to the gas station. Ah Ashenport, even gazing at a small part of his hometown on his bike rides to work gave him good vibes, plus the spooky forest could only get farther away as he moved. Unlike the majority of the population, the asian teenager was excited for work! Tying his bike up, punching in, and hopping behind the counter, the world was about to receive as much customer support, swift service, and polite, albeit a bit awkward, demeanour it can handle.
The day continued on rather blandly. He sold things. He prevented some people from going into the bathroom unless they purchased something, effectively determining who peed and who died. He sold more things. It was just the usual.
Well, then he walked in. The man, the mogul, the wetter of bushes, the fat cat who can't spare two quarters for gum, it was Thomas Richard Roosevelt. The guy hates him for simply enforcing the rules his manager told him too, and Noel can't help but be bitter back. There are rules that employees have to obey, not that Tommy knew anything about that. He's a rich mogul who probably hasn't worked a day in his life and is too cheap to spare two quarters.. just not Noel's kind of person. Seeing the same sign telling people to call a number because Thomas is either too cheap to hire a receptionist or too lazy to disgrace himself with presence of peasants only further asserts his preconceived notions about the guy.
Regardless, Noel served him as he would any customer, not really trying to incite something with anyone, before going back to waiting for the next.
"So, refuse to let anyone into the bathroom recently?"
"...Only two people today, so far." Noel said, blinking a few times. It took him a couple seconds to realize Thomas was trying to talk junk.
"I mean! I d-don't know, sir. Perhaps you should try asking the Sheriff."
Noel grabbed his glasses by a corner and adjusted them. He wouldn't say such things normally, and would normally be terrified of retaliation but the conditions within the Gas Station allowed him a bit of bravery. The same cameras that were used for security reasons provided him with some comfort in that all they would see is a fully grown man beating the shit out of some asian kid, all audio recordings suggesting the quintessential good employee provoked him being nonexistent.
"Um, excuse me? I'm new here, may I ask for some help? I'd like some directions to the local graveyard, I've got some things to say, then I'll be heading on out." Some new guy asked after he walked into the gas station.
"Of course, sir. You just keep going straight until you see the jail, then take a left and a right afterward. If you see the mayor's house you're on the right track. Keep on following that trail until you're along the road that leads to the hospital. The cemetery is right by it." Noel reached into his back pocket and retrieved his map. "Here. You'll need it more than I do, sir. By the way, we're having a sale on gum, just 48 cents."
I'll probably get my post up by Wednesday.
My b. I took a long ass nap and it screwed up my schedule n shit. Probably wont finish today.
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