Restocked and Out of Order
Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 3:12 pm
Right second written thing I have posted. This is going to be a small series type deal, I don't quite know where I want it to go yet, but I am sure I will figure it out as I go. I always tend to do that.
Anyway if you like it, tell me, if you hate it tell me.
If you want me to burn in hell fire for my portrayal of a character you hold dear, is slightly different then most, tell me.
But please don't be mean for the sake of being mean, I know that doesn't really happen on this forum, but I am just asking for people not just to spew insults at me for no reason, or each-other. Just be nice XD
K My ramble is done, onto the story by bro's!
Festival day, the day our school throw’s a massive party for the mass of parents of the student’s and bored old people alike, and it is a day I despise.
Why must I be forced to work this stall? I have no bloody interest in doing so… It’s not even my stall, it’s just a friend of mine begged me to help out here, even though I hate this type of thing.
Too many people and way too much noise. And yet I gave in to her begging, so here I am ladling out spoonful after spoonful of noodle’s to feed to the hungry crowd around us.
Why are they all so bloody hungry? And why would they come to this stall of all places? The food is horrible. It smells like vomit after a particularly nasty hangover.
Ahh well at least I don’t actually have to talk to any of them. I am just here spooning this shit into bowls. If it smell counts for anything, I doubt it even tastes good; it’s just fried garbage in my opinion. I mean who would even want this? It’s just a heart attack in bowl.
But it is kind of funny; they have the one handed chick handling the food. Get it handling… Ha, I hate my sense of humor sometimes. I have a love-hate relationship with (bad) puns…
“Yo Miki, Order up two bowls, chop chop” Micro Cock shouted at me. Breaking me out of my inner monologue, god I hate it when people do that. You would think I would be used to it by now, yet I am not. And I Still have a burning desire to dunk his fat head in the fryer.
“Calm your tits Micro Cock, they’re coming.” I shout back, while desperately trying to get back into the irritating rhythm of spooning this bile into bowls for the hungry masses.
“I Said I hate that name Miki!” Micro Cock angrily shouts back at me. “If you don’t stop, I’ll start calling you Stumpy!”
Did he just threaten to call me that? Ohh boy, now it’s personal. “Ahh that’s why you are so sensitive then, I never knew micro cock was a good enough reason to get into Yamaku, glad to finally know your disability!” I Shouted sardonically back, attempting (And failing) to hold back my laughter.
“I hate you so much Miki” He shouted back, while desperately trying to give back the right change for a man who gave him a thousand yen note. He was always horrible at math, which makes this so much more amusing for me.
Jerchio Markli A half Russian half Japanese guy from three one, and a self-centered prick if there ever was one. I should have known this was Kie’s reason behind asking me to help. Granted I suppose working with your ex would be allot worse, than your friend who hate’s your ex just as much (if not more) working with him.
Sighing with displeasure I look over the crowd of people with disdain. So many people are here, I doubt all of these people are parents of kids here. But if they aren't why are they here then? (They are here because we are different; we are like a fucking zoo to them!) No Bad Miki, don’t think that way; they are here to support us. Stop being bitter, not everyone has bad intentions. Just most people do.
“I wonder what Kie is doing right now” I think aloud, I mean this is her stall, plus she was and some other guy were supposed to take over by now.
“Don’t know” Micro say’s back while attempting to deal with a practically mean group of twelve year olds.
“I wasn't asking you” I say back irritated, all the while still looking over the crowd, hoping to see maybe at least on familiar face in this sea of people. Ohh fuck, I didn't want to see them. As I spot a pink streak rushing through the crowds towards us… Oh boy here comes Little Miss Dick Taker, and her irritating minion Pink Drills.
A “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” hit’s me full force as they approach the stall.
I wonder what they want; they can’t possibly want the slop here. Or they could, anything is possible with those two, also considering the amount of people that came by already. Whelp time to face the music I suppose, or rather Misha’s boom box of a voice.
Anyway if you like it, tell me, if you hate it tell me.
If you want me to burn in hell fire for my portrayal of a character you hold dear, is slightly different then most, tell me.
But please don't be mean for the sake of being mean, I know that doesn't really happen on this forum, but I am just asking for people not just to spew insults at me for no reason, or each-other. Just be nice XD
K My ramble is done, onto the story by bro's!
Festival day, the day our school throw’s a massive party for the mass of parents of the student’s and bored old people alike, and it is a day I despise.
Why must I be forced to work this stall? I have no bloody interest in doing so… It’s not even my stall, it’s just a friend of mine begged me to help out here, even though I hate this type of thing.
Too many people and way too much noise. And yet I gave in to her begging, so here I am ladling out spoonful after spoonful of noodle’s to feed to the hungry crowd around us.
Why are they all so bloody hungry? And why would they come to this stall of all places? The food is horrible. It smells like vomit after a particularly nasty hangover.
Ahh well at least I don’t actually have to talk to any of them. I am just here spooning this shit into bowls. If it smell counts for anything, I doubt it even tastes good; it’s just fried garbage in my opinion. I mean who would even want this? It’s just a heart attack in bowl.
But it is kind of funny; they have the one handed chick handling the food. Get it handling… Ha, I hate my sense of humor sometimes. I have a love-hate relationship with (bad) puns…
“Yo Miki, Order up two bowls, chop chop” Micro Cock shouted at me. Breaking me out of my inner monologue, god I hate it when people do that. You would think I would be used to it by now, yet I am not. And I Still have a burning desire to dunk his fat head in the fryer.
“Calm your tits Micro Cock, they’re coming.” I shout back, while desperately trying to get back into the irritating rhythm of spooning this bile into bowls for the hungry masses.
“I Said I hate that name Miki!” Micro Cock angrily shouts back at me. “If you don’t stop, I’ll start calling you Stumpy!”
Did he just threaten to call me that? Ohh boy, now it’s personal. “Ahh that’s why you are so sensitive then, I never knew micro cock was a good enough reason to get into Yamaku, glad to finally know your disability!” I Shouted sardonically back, attempting (And failing) to hold back my laughter.
“I hate you so much Miki” He shouted back, while desperately trying to give back the right change for a man who gave him a thousand yen note. He was always horrible at math, which makes this so much more amusing for me.
Jerchio Markli A half Russian half Japanese guy from three one, and a self-centered prick if there ever was one. I should have known this was Kie’s reason behind asking me to help. Granted I suppose working with your ex would be allot worse, than your friend who hate’s your ex just as much (if not more) working with him.
Sighing with displeasure I look over the crowd of people with disdain. So many people are here, I doubt all of these people are parents of kids here. But if they aren't why are they here then? (They are here because we are different; we are like a fucking zoo to them!) No Bad Miki, don’t think that way; they are here to support us. Stop being bitter, not everyone has bad intentions. Just most people do.
“I wonder what Kie is doing right now” I think aloud, I mean this is her stall, plus she was and some other guy were supposed to take over by now.
“Don’t know” Micro say’s back while attempting to deal with a practically mean group of twelve year olds.
“I wasn't asking you” I say back irritated, all the while still looking over the crowd, hoping to see maybe at least on familiar face in this sea of people. Ohh fuck, I didn't want to see them. As I spot a pink streak rushing through the crowds towards us… Oh boy here comes Little Miss Dick Taker, and her irritating minion Pink Drills.
A “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” hit’s me full force as they approach the stall.
I wonder what they want; they can’t possibly want the slop here. Or they could, anything is possible with those two, also considering the amount of people that came by already. Whelp time to face the music I suppose, or rather Misha’s boom box of a voice.