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Post by Lin Yamada on Sept 13, 2011 0:10:36 GMT -5
Late nights at work were never fun unless it was meant to be a party. The most boring out of these late work nights could be described in one word. Inventory. As much as Lin loved books, taking inventory late at night was one of the most uninteresting things she had to do. Not only was this job boring, but she also had to also keep track of other staff members who were known to be slackers. The entire staff starting taking inventory as soon as the bookstore closed which was around five in the afternoon, and it took them a good four and a half hours to finish the job. Despite the fact that most of the staff showed up to take inventory, at least half had to leave an hour in because of "important" plans leaving the rest of the staff with more work.
It was now extremely late at night now and the streets were still relatively busy. Lin had just finished locking up the shop and was off back to her apartment. Honestly she would have enjoyed this walk a lot more if it were raining. Not really paying attention to where she was going, Lin took some turns that she thought was the right direction to her apartment. While walking she thought of things she needed to do such as picking up some groceries and green tea from the mini-mart near her apartment. By the time Lin took a moment to look around, she realized that she had completely wandered onto unfamiliar streets.
This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that it was late at night and there were very few people around. Any people that were present in those streets looked like they were part of gangs or some underground business. This was not the ideal situation Lin wanted to be in right now. Any normal person would turn around and try to retrace their steps back the way they came while trying to not look suspicious. However Lin felt that turning around and walking back would make her look lost and therefore vulnerable to any eyes that noticed her. Lin always disliked how she easily became lost and silently hoped that she wouldn't be in any more trouble than what possibly awaited her already as she continued to walk forward. |
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Post by Asako Kojima on Oct 28, 2011 22:35:04 GMT -5
Whereever it was where Asako was, the place was dark and had a horrible stench. Consciousness came around slowly for Asako while she took a look at what was around her. The surface was made up of different types of textures that fascinated the young girl with the large amount of variety. Wait, she thought, this is the dumpster, isn't it? Right at that moment, Asako knew that she had fell asleep in the middle of no where ... again. Not to mention, someone saw her and decided to mess with her ... again. She was aware that she needed to be more careful, but this seemed to be one habit she couldn't quite get off of. It was just too tempting to just close her eyes for a bit when she felt her eyes droop.
Asako raised her hands upwards to feel the lid to the dumpster and raised it slowly. She blinked her lowered eyelids as she began to yawn, completely unaware of her messy appearance as her head poked out of the dumpster. A little garbage was stuck in her hair and her school uniform was in a wrinkely mess. Black permanent marker ink above her upper lip was in the shape of a sloppily drawn mustache that was most likely drawn by the pranksters that put her there. Night had settled in by the looks of it. It was dark and no one was around save for the ...
"Its a ... little lady ... all alone." There was a young woman she saw some distance away from her all by herself. What's a little lady like her doing all alone here, Asako wondered, someone might be getting some ideas out of no where and no one would help her. Asako could imagine something interesting to happen to the person that was all alone. She imagined things like random monsters from story books coming up and surrounding the person attacking her. That would never happen, Asako thought in the middle of her daydream, those monsters don't exist ... maybe that weird and mysterious dark figure everyone seems so found of talking about may come behind her and attack her. Of course, I'd watch her struggle instead of help her, Asako thought with a small giggle.
The lone figure was interesting though, which caused the other figure in the dumpster to be curious about her. Who stays alone in the dark with all sorts of surprises and mischief, Asako thought, mischief like that of a ghost. After looking at her in her usual tired like daze, Asako said to the person,
"Hello there... little lady. I heard ... there's a bunch of weird ... things at night...I could be a demon... for all ...you know. So what ... brings you around here?"
Asako's speech still had short pauses to it. Japanese was, after all, not her native language. However, she appeared not to care if the wording had cuts to it. She continued to look at this person while hanging her arms to the side of the dumpster in front of her.
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