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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 3 2005, 03:06 PM (313 Views) | |
| Jocelyn | Jul 3 2005, 03:06 PM Post #1 |
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Dressed in her own 'Sunday Best', Harlequin would be wearing a sauce-stained apron, wich was supposedly white underneath, but it was hard to tell. Her sombre locks were held up in a hairnet as she served the mush to student who actually even ate it. Stupid idiots. Paying for food they're just going to throw out anyway. Muttering and sometimes speaking comments to the people who passed by with their trays every now and then. "Pile of trash your eating", she said to one kid in the ninth grade. He totally ignored her, like she wasn't even there. But that was what she thought she'd call it. I'm just putting the trash away. This isn't lunch duty It's garbage duty. Pile of shit people eating the schools waste, disguised as actual food. Man did Quin feel bad for them. At least garbage duty saved her from eating it. Heh. It wasn't that bad actually, when she took her boredom and madness out on the student though. "Have a nice fricken day....", she'd say almost constantly. Sometimes she gave the more popular people the pile wich looked the lumpiest, and oldest. After the line died down, she would sit back and not give the late students their pile of slump at all. They were the lucky ones at least. All they got for food was veggies and such. |
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| Medivh | Jul 5 2005, 02:40 PM Post #2 |
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Furion and Illidan sat in a corner of the lunchroom, nursing sodas and talking. neither was at their best, wearing simple clothes. Illidan: "wow....since that big fight down at the lake a few weeks back things have been suprisingly quiet." Furion: "yes, almost makes me wish it had never happened. I was looking foward to being nuked." Illidan: "only you, man....only you." Furion: "what? don't tell me it wouldn't be intresting. and you'd at least be able to get some if the world was going to end." Illidan: "now that was just uncalled for." Furion: "but true." Illidan: "be that as it may, I don't need disasters to attract women." Furion: "really now? when was the last time you had a date?" Illidan checked his watch. Illidan: "about fifteen minutes from now. speaking of which I gotta roll. mabye you should find someone...might make you less crazy." Furion merely grinned at him as he got up. "I can find someone anytime I want." furion said. "really now?" Illidan replied, looking back at him. "try the smart-ass chick over at the lunch counter." with that, Illidan walked away. furion sat there for a bit....mulling his brother's suggestion over. he was getting bored....and that girl did look like she could be a bit of fun... Furion walked up to where Harlequin was stewing in her seemingly foul mood. "you know most people would be throwing that gunk by now." he smiled. |
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| Jocelyn | Jul 5 2005, 04:32 PM Post #3 |
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Harlequin looked confused as the boy approached her. She sighed, wondering where his plate was. "Thought people like you actually looked forwards to slop being dumped on their plates", she said sarcastically, looking the boy up and down for a moment afterwards. She would have held out her hand, but she didn't want to get the orange-brown slop all over her gloves, on his. So instead she offered somewhat of a wave and her name. "Hey... Harlequin Jariette." |
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| Medivh | Jul 5 2005, 05:01 PM Post #4 |
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"anyone who looks foward to eating that byproduct of a waste treatment plant is even less sane than I am." Furion frinned at the comment about the food. it was true of course that most people thought it edible. yet most of the smart ones ate something or somewhere else. "call me Furion" he grinned. "so what are you doing in such an unglamourous position?" |
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| Jocelyn | Jul 5 2005, 05:02 PM Post #5 |
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Harlequin shrugged, lowering her scooper back into the slop. She glanced back up at him and looked around, leaning in towards afterwards. "Can you keep a secret?", she'd whisper to him in curiosity, slight smirk or smile upon her lips. (Sorry it's kinda short, I had to rush) |
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| Medivh | Jul 6 2005, 05:23 PM Post #6 |
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"I can't think of a reason why I couldn't." furion grinned back. this girl truly seemed intresting....a bit sane for furion's tastes, but he could change that. what so few people realized was that controled madness was actually quite fun. it gives one a.....diffrent perspective on life. |
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| Jocelyn | Jul 6 2005, 05:28 PM Post #7 |
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Harlequin grinned back, whispering her answer. "I like the glamour.". Odd, but true perhaps. Whatever it meant, she probably made it up to get back on his nerves or just get him away so she could do her job. Now the bad part came next. Cleaning out the slop pots. |
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| Medivh | Jul 6 2005, 08:06 PM Post #8 |
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furion simply smiled and shook his head. "well, if you ever get tired of your dream job, let me know. I'd like to get to know you a bit better." he smiled. Furion walked back to his table and simply sat there....nursing his soda again and watching students walk by. more than one of them gave him an odd look, not suprising as he was somewhat known to be a madman. |
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| Jocelyn | Jul 7 2005, 07:00 PM Post #9 |
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Halrequin watched him walk off, turning to face the dirty pot before she could even notice the odd looks he was recieving. She walked over to one of the elderly employees and poked her on the shoulder. "Dorris, could you get these pots for me, please?", she'd ask her innocently, folding hands behind her back. Dorris began mumbling beneath her breath and pacing around Harlequin, throwin g her hands up in the air every now and then. "Lousy teenagers, Can't do anything for themselves this day of age! What a lazy generation they all are, breaking my back to do theirduties and -...", The rest was unheard by Halrequin becuase she had by them took off her hairnet and apron and was beginning to walk over to the boy, snatching up a yoohoo on the way to his table. She took a seat and opened the can, taking a sip and looking at him for a bit in silence. Then she decided to say nothing, as he current situation was obvious, and boring. She smirked, studying the people who passed her by with curious eyes, staring down awkwardly at the two as if they were aliens... And all Harlequin did was stare right back. |
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