Post by Eno Redrum on Mar 27, 2010 14:06:12 GMT -5
"Next in line please!" The girl at the counter sounded like it was of the utmost importance to the have the line gone. Its not like she had anything else to do while she was at work. It was only a matter of time before she didn't have anyone left to wait on.
"Next" She called out again, the same tone of urgency still within her voice. The line slowly crawled to extinction. With only one person working the registers it was a miracle that the line moved at all.
"Aw, jeez," I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around to look at the person only to find that seven more people piled into the line right after me. The little kid in last place had a red face showing pure rage – a dumb fucking youth rage. He stamped his feet to show that he didn't like long waiting times. Normally I tell people to calm down with a resounding "Shut your trap and wait your turn asshole," but this was a little kid; nor was I in a talking mood...not yet anyways.
My attention focused back onto the girl at the counter. She noticed me and gave me a smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. Retuning the smile was almost instant, waving was a close second.
"I've got this. Next please!" A small, portly fellow walked up to the registers and began helping new customers. He looked at me and acknowledged me, but I turned my head not wanting to give him any attention. Its not that I don't think he's friendly or that I'm a jerk – I am, but that's not the point – its just that I don't like letting people look at my face except for a select few; sunglasses help.
The sun was bright out, but the sky was covered with plenty of white fluff, giving off the appearance that it was a nice day to all the bumbling masses. Too bad the actual scenery wasn't much with the ugly building crumbling with decay and looked like they came out of 1940's shanty town, graffiti all over the sides and windows broken in. If it weren't for the fact that this were a decent shopping district, I'd assume that this was the slum part of the city.
"You ready sir?" I heard the voice but didn't care – it wasn't the voice I was listening for, so I continued to look outside. Further out from the sidewalk across the street I noticed a bum lying down on a bench clutching his chest. I felt compelled to keep staring as it looked like he was having a heart attack. Squinting I realized he was clutching his chest tighter by the second. A few teenagers – at least that's what they looked like from afar – walked by and pointed. I swore one of them laughed; that wasn't very nice.
"Sir?" Again, I didn't care. The bum fell off the bench and didn't get back up. More people walked by and stared, not doing a damn thing.
"Buddy! You gonna keep standin' there or am I gonna move ya?" I sighed. Why couldn't people be more patient?
Without facing the unattractive woman – I could tell simply by the smell of rotten perfume – who sounded like a old man, I said "I'm sorry sir. You can go on ahead. I'm waiting for the pretty lady to be done." Through peripheral vision on both sides I saw the girl at the counter blush and the woman behind me scoff.
"I'm no man! Watch what you say!"
"Then start acting like one! Don't forget to brush up on the voice too Scruff Mcgruff. The only thing that you have the even remotely connects you to being a woman is the fact that you are incredibly impatient." Once again, through peripherals I saw the girl and other customers laughing and snickering. "I also said you may go ahead of me, provided that you will change your attitude in the future....starting now."
Stepping aside, I let the she-demon pass. She grunted when she reached the counter – she smelled like moldy cheese – then paid me no more attention. The plump clerk began his short spiel about how to save money by acquiring some sort of card that lowers the price of all items by a certain percentage. I'm not much of a believer in that sort of thing, having to pay in order to save; it seems pointless to save more by spending more.
"I'll take you when you're ready." There the voice I've been waiting for. Turning towards her direction, I slowly walked to her register, silently playing my own theme song with each step. Her smile seemed to get brighter with each one that I took. This wasn't going to be hard.
"Hey there Kayla," I said with a grinning face. "How's your day going so far?" Kayla smile some more.
"I'm okay. Busy day as you can see." The pretty girl batted her eyelashes slowly. "So what are you getting today?" She gestured toward the items in my hands. I nearly forgot about them.
"Oh, just a few things for my trip. I'm leaving soon."
"Where to?"
"Away." Slightly awkward silences I've gotten used to; I've actually welcomed them since it helps me move things along in any direction I want to. "I'm not coming back. Work is calling me away to a new location." I placed my stuff on the counter. "This'll be the last time you ever see me." Another pause to let her brain register that fact. Realization finally sank in and spread across her face.
"That seriously bites," she whined. "You're the only person I looked forward to seeing ever other day."
"Aw, cheer up. At least I'd be in your thoughts when I leave."
She started scanning my boxes.
"So you're just going to buy things and leave? Only saying goodbye? That's it?" Excellent, these are the emotions I was looking for. It looks like I really got to this girl.
"Well, I did have one thing to do before I left. I actually wanted to stop by and talk to you specifically." She stopped scanning and listened intently.
"Kayla," I was about to lay this on thick. "For the past couple of weeks, I've been holding back." One of the boxes dropped behind the counter. Shrek leaned down to grab it but I stopped him. "Don't bother. I didn't want it anyways." With a snort he went back to helping Janis Joplin. Back to Kayla, "Anyways, I've been holding back."
"Figures," she muttered. "Most guys do." Moping doesn't get you anywhere, but I was going to play along and "toy" with her.
"No, that's not what I meant. I just never found the right time until now." Of course, last minute timing is always crucial when the objective deadline is nearing. Save the best for last, as some say. "I actually find you a very....alluring person. Beautiful is the word." Shock crept in; I love how people react to what I say, it makes me feel all giddy inside.
"Really?" I nodded as her face went red on her olive skin. "You don't mean that."
"Oh, but I do. I think you're incredibly beautiful. I've never seen someone who radiates with so much beauty as you do." In all seriousness, she really was attractive. Oh look, I'm already thinking in past tense; I might as well keep thinking that way, it'll make things easier.
"I radiate...?"
"I hate explaining things, but in this case I need to. Yes, you radiate beauty. No, its not because of your body – although you are quite attractive from that alone – its because of everything about you.
"Next in line," Jabba The Hutt called out. He gave me a dirty look for holding up the line. My peripherals didn't know how to glare, so I ignored him. Kayla stood frozen, waiting for me to tell her more. If I didn't know any better, she looked like she was getting off on this.
"The catalyst to this entire attraction is the fact that you are genuinely friendly. Every time I come in I have yet to see you act rude or vile to anyone that you meet. All I see is niceness rising from you like a pure aura."
A few people in line coughed, signaling to me that my time was up...but it wasn't, not yet. I was actually just beginning. At least it wasn't my time time ending. "If it weren't for your sunny disposition," yes, I said that, "I wouldn't feel a thing except for a physical attraction." Kayla's entire body looked like it went red. "But what really gets me is your face."
"Can you finish up and move please?" The kid was begging to be smacked. "I gotta get back to my raid!" Great, the kid was addicted to online games, he'd make a fun target, just sitting there...waiting...not moving...easy. "Now move! Move! Move!"
Without turning around to face the kid, and my eyes still locked onto Kayla's, I said "Why don't you run outside and play fat boy! If someone doesn't kill you, your damn video game will! Take the advice." He shut up. "And you," I turned slightly to the Peter Griffin lookalike, "take customers faster. Line's only getting longer." He wanted to say something, but he gave up and continued working.
"You were saying?" Now she's getting demanding; such a shame, I like demanding. "About my face?"
"Yes, your face." I stood silent for a moment to increase her desire for more compliments. "As I said, you radiate beauty. Your face is what causes your beauty to project. All of your features complement each other. The olive skin, the blue contacts, the short but curved nose, the small reddish-brown lips, everything is perfect." After every sentence uttered, she closed her eyes to take in all my words. As I let things stew, I turned to see the line was empty. I slowly turned back to her and continued.
"Its your hair that drives me wild," I continued. "Your hair practically stirs my heart afire."
"My...hair." A statement, not a question.
"I have a certain preference in women. I only really like dark-haired women. It can be a dark color that's been lightened, sure, but I prefer the darkest of the dark." Kayla has dark black hair...perfect.
"When its the darkest is when it shines the best. I don't mean grease shine, so don't be offended," not like it mattered if she was or not. "Shine comes from pure beauty. Granted, you do take good care of your hair – and your body in general – and that's admirable enough, but when you let your hair down and it crosses your face and touches your skin, you look absolutely stunning." I looked at her chest to see that she was breathing heavily.
"When I see that happen I see an extra shine just pour out from your body. Your aura. It shows me that your beauty is nothing but perfect." Tears welled up under her eyes. I looked around one more time to see nothing but emptiness. We were left alone as if we were stuck between to black walls and there was no way in or out. She was nothing less than perfect. Tears welled up under her eyes.
"If you're leaving, then why tell me these things?" Bingo, finale. At that moment I pulled my right arm into the air an wrapped it around her body, placing my hand on her back and pulled her towards me. It appeared from any other perspective that she was leaning into me for comfort. I could hear her sobbing. Final wording will now commence.
"Because I wanted you to feel good before you died." With that said, hey eyes widened as a hole opened on the tip of my glove where my index finger should have been and fired a soft, but piercing bullet straight into her heart. She went limp. My job was finally done. Looking down, I noticed blood slowly oozing onto the carpet. That was going to be hell to clean up. Her body became heavier and started to drop, so I let her slip from my fingers to crash onto the desk, but changed my mind mid-fall and gently lowered her to the counter, re-positioning her to make it look like she was sobbing.
"Simply beautiful." I didn't like. Even in death she radiated beauty. I turned around, put my hands in my pocket, and walked out of the store unnoticed.
Slowly, I walked out of the store and disappeared in the moving crowd.
Another job complete. Another ghost to now haunt my me in teh darkest of hours.
Last week's match served as a prelude to the upcoming match. Krunch vs Eno. it was epic and lived up to its billing.
This week should be even more outstanding.
Now add Saber and Krenshaw to the mix and it promises to be one for the ages. But it doesn't stop there. No, it gets even better.
The Tag Team titles are on the line. the chance to be the very last people to hold those belts before they are retired.
Another chance to make history. just like I did with the Enforcer title before it was taken from me and retired.
Jamie has been a thorn in my side for several years now and to take what he holds so dearly from his hands would be nothing more than pure delight.
Then to train and guide the young upstart, Saber, and help him rise to the top and knock off Jamie and take his other belt would just add injury to insult. The opportunities in this match and the upcoming PPV our endless. They almost make me giddy like a little school girl.
But wait, it gets even better.
I told you I had a card up my sleeve and I was waiting to show it at just the right time. However, it seems I slipped and one of my Aces fell to the floor to reveal itself.
That Ace is none other than the Bad Boy himself.
Marcus T.
That's right, you heard me right, Marcus is back and the Alliance has one more member to add to its ranks.
Now all you fans don't fret, this isn't the JENT days of old when we ran over anyone and everyone in an effort to do whatever we felt. No, this is a new day and a new JENT.
Like BlackSmith and I told you, JENT has moved in a different direction and the addition of Marcus T doesn't change that. He has changed his ways and together we will continue to build JENT/The Alliance into a household name that the fans can be proud of.
Just one more to watch my back as well as the backs of the others in the Alliance. Just another to ensure things finally start getting done right around here.
Marcus may still be the same brash, smart mouth guy he has always been, but he has a new goal in mind now and we are all on the same page.
Makes you wonder if Marcus is back, how far behind him can Kingpin be. If he is, could he too possibly be on the same page and on the same team with the rest of us?
Only time will tell.
"Next" She called out again, the same tone of urgency still within her voice. The line slowly crawled to extinction. With only one person working the registers it was a miracle that the line moved at all.
"Aw, jeez," I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around to look at the person only to find that seven more people piled into the line right after me. The little kid in last place had a red face showing pure rage – a dumb fucking youth rage. He stamped his feet to show that he didn't like long waiting times. Normally I tell people to calm down with a resounding "Shut your trap and wait your turn asshole," but this was a little kid; nor was I in a talking mood...not yet anyways.
My attention focused back onto the girl at the counter. She noticed me and gave me a smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. Retuning the smile was almost instant, waving was a close second.
"I've got this. Next please!" A small, portly fellow walked up to the registers and began helping new customers. He looked at me and acknowledged me, but I turned my head not wanting to give him any attention. Its not that I don't think he's friendly or that I'm a jerk – I am, but that's not the point – its just that I don't like letting people look at my face except for a select few; sunglasses help.
The sun was bright out, but the sky was covered with plenty of white fluff, giving off the appearance that it was a nice day to all the bumbling masses. Too bad the actual scenery wasn't much with the ugly building crumbling with decay and looked like they came out of 1940's shanty town, graffiti all over the sides and windows broken in. If it weren't for the fact that this were a decent shopping district, I'd assume that this was the slum part of the city.
"You ready sir?" I heard the voice but didn't care – it wasn't the voice I was listening for, so I continued to look outside. Further out from the sidewalk across the street I noticed a bum lying down on a bench clutching his chest. I felt compelled to keep staring as it looked like he was having a heart attack. Squinting I realized he was clutching his chest tighter by the second. A few teenagers – at least that's what they looked like from afar – walked by and pointed. I swore one of them laughed; that wasn't very nice.
"Sir?" Again, I didn't care. The bum fell off the bench and didn't get back up. More people walked by and stared, not doing a damn thing.
"Buddy! You gonna keep standin' there or am I gonna move ya?" I sighed. Why couldn't people be more patient?
Without facing the unattractive woman – I could tell simply by the smell of rotten perfume – who sounded like a old man, I said "I'm sorry sir. You can go on ahead. I'm waiting for the pretty lady to be done." Through peripheral vision on both sides I saw the girl at the counter blush and the woman behind me scoff.
"I'm no man! Watch what you say!"
"Then start acting like one! Don't forget to brush up on the voice too Scruff Mcgruff. The only thing that you have the even remotely connects you to being a woman is the fact that you are incredibly impatient." Once again, through peripherals I saw the girl and other customers laughing and snickering. "I also said you may go ahead of me, provided that you will change your attitude in the future....starting now."
Stepping aside, I let the she-demon pass. She grunted when she reached the counter – she smelled like moldy cheese – then paid me no more attention. The plump clerk began his short spiel about how to save money by acquiring some sort of card that lowers the price of all items by a certain percentage. I'm not much of a believer in that sort of thing, having to pay in order to save; it seems pointless to save more by spending more.
"I'll take you when you're ready." There the voice I've been waiting for. Turning towards her direction, I slowly walked to her register, silently playing my own theme song with each step. Her smile seemed to get brighter with each one that I took. This wasn't going to be hard.
"Hey there Kayla," I said with a grinning face. "How's your day going so far?" Kayla smile some more.
"I'm okay. Busy day as you can see." The pretty girl batted her eyelashes slowly. "So what are you getting today?" She gestured toward the items in my hands. I nearly forgot about them.
"Oh, just a few things for my trip. I'm leaving soon."
"Where to?"
"Away." Slightly awkward silences I've gotten used to; I've actually welcomed them since it helps me move things along in any direction I want to. "I'm not coming back. Work is calling me away to a new location." I placed my stuff on the counter. "This'll be the last time you ever see me." Another pause to let her brain register that fact. Realization finally sank in and spread across her face.
"That seriously bites," she whined. "You're the only person I looked forward to seeing ever other day."
"Aw, cheer up. At least I'd be in your thoughts when I leave."
She started scanning my boxes.
"So you're just going to buy things and leave? Only saying goodbye? That's it?" Excellent, these are the emotions I was looking for. It looks like I really got to this girl.
"Well, I did have one thing to do before I left. I actually wanted to stop by and talk to you specifically." She stopped scanning and listened intently.
"Kayla," I was about to lay this on thick. "For the past couple of weeks, I've been holding back." One of the boxes dropped behind the counter. Shrek leaned down to grab it but I stopped him. "Don't bother. I didn't want it anyways." With a snort he went back to helping Janis Joplin. Back to Kayla, "Anyways, I've been holding back."
"Figures," she muttered. "Most guys do." Moping doesn't get you anywhere, but I was going to play along and "toy" with her.
"No, that's not what I meant. I just never found the right time until now." Of course, last minute timing is always crucial when the objective deadline is nearing. Save the best for last, as some say. "I actually find you a very....alluring person. Beautiful is the word." Shock crept in; I love how people react to what I say, it makes me feel all giddy inside.
"Really?" I nodded as her face went red on her olive skin. "You don't mean that."
"Oh, but I do. I think you're incredibly beautiful. I've never seen someone who radiates with so much beauty as you do." In all seriousness, she really was attractive. Oh look, I'm already thinking in past tense; I might as well keep thinking that way, it'll make things easier.
"I radiate...?"
"I hate explaining things, but in this case I need to. Yes, you radiate beauty. No, its not because of your body – although you are quite attractive from that alone – its because of everything about you.
"Next in line," Jabba The Hutt called out. He gave me a dirty look for holding up the line. My peripherals didn't know how to glare, so I ignored him. Kayla stood frozen, waiting for me to tell her more. If I didn't know any better, she looked like she was getting off on this.
"The catalyst to this entire attraction is the fact that you are genuinely friendly. Every time I come in I have yet to see you act rude or vile to anyone that you meet. All I see is niceness rising from you like a pure aura."
A few people in line coughed, signaling to me that my time was up...but it wasn't, not yet. I was actually just beginning. At least it wasn't my time time ending. "If it weren't for your sunny disposition," yes, I said that, "I wouldn't feel a thing except for a physical attraction." Kayla's entire body looked like it went red. "But what really gets me is your face."
"Can you finish up and move please?" The kid was begging to be smacked. "I gotta get back to my raid!" Great, the kid was addicted to online games, he'd make a fun target, just sitting there...waiting...not moving...easy. "Now move! Move! Move!"
Without turning around to face the kid, and my eyes still locked onto Kayla's, I said "Why don't you run outside and play fat boy! If someone doesn't kill you, your damn video game will! Take the advice." He shut up. "And you," I turned slightly to the Peter Griffin lookalike, "take customers faster. Line's only getting longer." He wanted to say something, but he gave up and continued working.
"You were saying?" Now she's getting demanding; such a shame, I like demanding. "About my face?"
"Yes, your face." I stood silent for a moment to increase her desire for more compliments. "As I said, you radiate beauty. Your face is what causes your beauty to project. All of your features complement each other. The olive skin, the blue contacts, the short but curved nose, the small reddish-brown lips, everything is perfect." After every sentence uttered, she closed her eyes to take in all my words. As I let things stew, I turned to see the line was empty. I slowly turned back to her and continued.
"Its your hair that drives me wild," I continued. "Your hair practically stirs my heart afire."
"My...hair." A statement, not a question.
"I have a certain preference in women. I only really like dark-haired women. It can be a dark color that's been lightened, sure, but I prefer the darkest of the dark." Kayla has dark black hair...perfect.
"When its the darkest is when it shines the best. I don't mean grease shine, so don't be offended," not like it mattered if she was or not. "Shine comes from pure beauty. Granted, you do take good care of your hair – and your body in general – and that's admirable enough, but when you let your hair down and it crosses your face and touches your skin, you look absolutely stunning." I looked at her chest to see that she was breathing heavily.
"When I see that happen I see an extra shine just pour out from your body. Your aura. It shows me that your beauty is nothing but perfect." Tears welled up under her eyes. I looked around one more time to see nothing but emptiness. We were left alone as if we were stuck between to black walls and there was no way in or out. She was nothing less than perfect. Tears welled up under her eyes.
"If you're leaving, then why tell me these things?" Bingo, finale. At that moment I pulled my right arm into the air an wrapped it around her body, placing my hand on her back and pulled her towards me. It appeared from any other perspective that she was leaning into me for comfort. I could hear her sobbing. Final wording will now commence.
"Because I wanted you to feel good before you died." With that said, hey eyes widened as a hole opened on the tip of my glove where my index finger should have been and fired a soft, but piercing bullet straight into her heart. She went limp. My job was finally done. Looking down, I noticed blood slowly oozing onto the carpet. That was going to be hell to clean up. Her body became heavier and started to drop, so I let her slip from my fingers to crash onto the desk, but changed my mind mid-fall and gently lowered her to the counter, re-positioning her to make it look like she was sobbing.
"Simply beautiful." I didn't like. Even in death she radiated beauty. I turned around, put my hands in my pocket, and walked out of the store unnoticed.
Slowly, I walked out of the store and disappeared in the moving crowd.
Another job complete. Another ghost to now haunt my me in teh darkest of hours.
Last week's match served as a prelude to the upcoming match. Krunch vs Eno. it was epic and lived up to its billing.
This week should be even more outstanding.
Now add Saber and Krenshaw to the mix and it promises to be one for the ages. But it doesn't stop there. No, it gets even better.
The Tag Team titles are on the line. the chance to be the very last people to hold those belts before they are retired.
Another chance to make history. just like I did with the Enforcer title before it was taken from me and retired.
Jamie has been a thorn in my side for several years now and to take what he holds so dearly from his hands would be nothing more than pure delight.
Then to train and guide the young upstart, Saber, and help him rise to the top and knock off Jamie and take his other belt would just add injury to insult. The opportunities in this match and the upcoming PPV our endless. They almost make me giddy like a little school girl.
But wait, it gets even better.
I told you I had a card up my sleeve and I was waiting to show it at just the right time. However, it seems I slipped and one of my Aces fell to the floor to reveal itself.
That Ace is none other than the Bad Boy himself.
Marcus T.
That's right, you heard me right, Marcus is back and the Alliance has one more member to add to its ranks.
Now all you fans don't fret, this isn't the JENT days of old when we ran over anyone and everyone in an effort to do whatever we felt. No, this is a new day and a new JENT.
Like BlackSmith and I told you, JENT has moved in a different direction and the addition of Marcus T doesn't change that. He has changed his ways and together we will continue to build JENT/The Alliance into a household name that the fans can be proud of.
Just one more to watch my back as well as the backs of the others in the Alliance. Just another to ensure things finally start getting done right around here.
Marcus may still be the same brash, smart mouth guy he has always been, but he has a new goal in mind now and we are all on the same page.
Makes you wonder if Marcus is back, how far behind him can Kingpin be. If he is, could he too possibly be on the same page and on the same team with the rest of us?
Only time will tell.
