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Post by nate on Jan 10, 2009 17:24:12 GMT -5
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I hate this hellhole even more than I had before the day started. If this entire place went up in flames, it would probably be beneficial to society at large. The entire d**med country would be improved if they simply sank the middle and brought the two edges together.
Clutched in Nate's hand was a crumpled sheet of paper. Just visible between fingers were a few letters:
"He-- --nt--"
"One would think that a town placed so near a school would have someplace for someone to work. Besides fast food. My God, these Americans and their d**m fast food. It's no wonder they're all so fat. Cramming their gullets with cheeseburgers and grease."
The English born student continued to mutter and rant, shoving his hands into his pockets. Nate had been to several stores that day, and had been turned down at each of them. His resume, flawless piece that it was, hadn't even looked at by some of the employers.
Bloody hicks. They listen to their banjo music and songs about how their dog ran away with their wife. Most likely a hotbed of inbreeding.
His dark mood probably didn't make him approachable, as he stalked down the streets. Honestly, Nate didn't care.
However, as he was passing a corner, he saw something that made him stop and stare for a few moments.
What the...
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Post by tawny on Jan 10, 2009 18:58:01 GMT -5
There were many things that Nate could have been staring at as he rounded the corner. For example, the traffic was especially bad that day; there was a never-ending and never-moving line of cars stretched across the street. Several cars were stuck in the middle of the road, and the changing lights were confusing the drivers so much that no one moved, for fear of hitting another.
Or it could have been that a very short man holding a fresh baguette that was nearly bigger than he was seemed to be trying to break down the door to the bakery. He was red-faced, waving the loaf of bread threateningly at the baker, who had locked the door. It appeared that he was trying to calm the man down with a series of waving motions.
Or it could have been the girl who was running around giving everyone flowers, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding around her. She found the flowers near the fountain, a colorful bouquet forgotten by a hopeful lover who was entirely too rushed to see whomever he was seeing. Delighted at her discovery, she thanked the fountain for the gift by leaving it a daisy, and began her gift-giving quest.
"Happy...day!" She told everyone, aware that people seemed to think there must be a reason to give gifts. They were only for very special times...and she didn't even know what day it was! She figured they'd get the gist.
A purple flower went to a business woman chatting on a cell phone, who raised a brow at the eccentric brunette as she skipped away. The next, to a elderly lady, was happily received, and she smiled and twirled down the street. Giving people flowers was so much fun!
The flower after that went to a young child, who tried to eat it. Mystified, the young girl watched the child with wide-eyes. Were flowers for eating? She thought they were just for smelling! She'd never seen anyone eat one before!
"Good idea! I try...later!" She told the child with an approving nod, and approached the red-faced, bagguette-weilding man.
"Happy day!" The girl told him, holding out a large, bright yellow flower, an enormous grin on her face. But the man disagreed; he was not having a happy day.
"Happy day? Happy day?! What's so happy about it?! DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU?![/b]" He shouted, batting the flower to the ground. "I HATE FLOWERS! I HATE THEM!"
"Aaah! M-monster! Flower...killer!" The girl whimpered, clutching her remaining flowers to her chest and scurrying backward.
The man was not looking any happier.[/color][/font][/size]
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Post by nate on Jan 10, 2009 23:10:19 GMT -5
Wonderful, a crazy person causing all kinds of craziness in the middle of the town. Doesn't she know any better? Who am I kidding, she doesn't look like she even knows where she is. What is going on her...
Nate dared take a few tentative steps closer, looking around nervously. A few people glanced over at him, but most were far too busy dealing with the flower girl and the chaos around him. Then the shouting began.
Jeez, some people... I can't believe these people would yell at the girl though. Sure, she's, well, she's probably causing all kinds of problems. I'm betting this is her fault. Still, it's not like she knows any better. You can't just.
Stupid f**king people.
"Gah," Nate shook his head, "this is just... well, it's none of my business, whatever it is. I just need to get around it."
Nate started for the edge of the incidents, making certain to stay far enough away from everything to not get sucked in. After all, it had nothing to do with him.
He who interferes finds himself in over his head.
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Post by tawny on Jan 11, 2009 22:54:58 GMT -5
Tawny made a mad dive to save the yellow flower from being trampled, and, clutching it to her chest, ran from the Angry Short Man. If he wouldn't take her flower, she'd keep it, and take care of it. She'd hide it away from Daddy so he wouldn't know she got out, and she wouldn't let anyone throw it at the ground or stomp on it.
"Poor flower..." She muttered under her breath, patting it's flowery head gently.
The Angry Short Man was as glad to be rid of her as she was him, and he prompty resumed trying to break down the door to the bakery. "I WANTED FRESH BREAD! DOES THIS LOOK FRESH TO YOU?! I DON'T THINK SO![/b][/i]" Apparently, Tawny had nothing to do with the man's foul mood at all; she just tried to give the wrong man a flower, at a wrong time.
But that was past now, and soon enough, her flower-giving quest resumed! A flower for a teenage girl, who rolled her eyes and passed it off to her friend. A flower for a rather confused teenage boy, who accepted it bashfully. By the time he found the words to say 'Thank you,' Tawny was handing a flower to a depressed-looking woman, who embraced her. "Oh, that's just what I needed!" The woman sniffled, and Tawny held her breath until she was set free. "You welcome?" The flower-giver squeaked, and scurried off to find someone else who'd like a flower. Preferably someone else who didn't touch her so much.
"Happy day?" She said to Nate, holding out a rose for him to take.[/color][/font][/size]
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Post by nate on Jan 19, 2009 18:01:20 GMT -5
Flower girl looked to be spreading smiles and cheer all throughout the streets.
Now all she needs is to fart rainbows and poop sunshine.
Nate continued to hurry along the edge of the street, purposefully avoiding all things that could possibly ensnare him in this mess. apparently he didn't do nearly as good a job as he had hoped, for he soon found himself pestered by the flower girl herself.
"It's a day," he offered, taking the flower. A better reaction then Mr. Baker, but not nearly as pleasant as the grateful woman.
She's annoying, she's not malicious or anything. No reason to tear into her just yet. Let herself dig a grave first. Maybe if I'm lucky she'll just leave me alone. Make things easier for me.
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Post by tawny on Mar 9, 2009 22:55:47 GMT -5
Tawny first smiled, pleased that the boy liked her flower, but soon her expression was that of confusion. She stopped walking, knitted her brows together in thought, and pouted. She didn't understand Nate's smart-alecky reply. Of course it was a day! She just said that! And not only was it a day, but it was a happy one!
She trailed after Nate like a lonely, lost puppy, not saying a word for a long while, working hard at trying to decode his words, as if they held some great meaning. Eventually, she gave up, moodily blowing at a thick piece of hair that was obscuring her vision.
"I know is day! A happy day!" She pressed, fiddling with the flowers she still had.[/size][/font]
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