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Zachary Pinton

Zachary missed his hat. He really wished he was allowed to wear it at work, but apparently there were sanitary concerns. That may have been true (the thing hadn't been washed in a month, and he wasn't about to clean it now) but at least if he had that hat he could throw it to the ground in frustration. The plates were too fragile, and not his property.

"Yeah, alright!" A slew of descriptive expletives came to his throat, but Zach forced them down. No need to piss off the bosslady. He walked over to a nearby waiter that hadn't been left a coughing mess. "Okay, what the hell am I doing?"




He didn't spill the drinks, at least.

The woman had been sitting on her chair, waiting with waning patience for a waiter to arrive with her food. Opposite her was a young boy - her son, presumably. They both had the same brown hair, at least, though he had seemed very preoccupied with his iPad and not at all impatient.

Then Zachary arrived, placed the drinks - two orange juices - on the table, and then somehow tripped on something. Food - fries, ketchup, Caesar salad and some weird pasta he didn't recognize - coated the woman, whose obvious impatience had turned into shock.

"Oh my God!" she'd said, standing up wide-eyed. "Oh my God!" Her son, who'd noticed his mother's predicament, seemed to be taking a video. He was trying - and failing - to contain his mirth. "Oh my God!" the woman repeated.

The rest of the restaurant seemed to have gone silent, watching the debacle in what was probably anticipation.

Zachary filled the air, in this almost-silence, with one word.

"Fuck."

The kid gave up any pretense of calm, bursting into full-blown laughter.
@Kenny1
I really don't think Zachary could be considered 'hard working' by anyone. Efficient, maybe - he'd have to be something in order to clean those plates so damn fast - but not hard working. Otherwise he'd have actually passed in school.

Working on my post, by the way. How long is this going to go on for, do you think? The hiding in a kitchen, waiting for stuff to go down.
Not that I have anything against character development and the like, but what drew me in was the secret demon society being bosses.

EDIT: Zach dun f*cked up!
:D
How do you guys feel about swearing, by the way? I put an uncensored f-word in my post, but if you want I can change it into a censored one. The swearing itself is necessary - the point was that there was a kid to hear it - but I'll keep it to a minimum if you don't want it in this RP.
@Kenny1
One: Should we worry about turn order? I won't be able to post a reply immediately, but if, when I'm able to reply, Mugin still isn't ready, should I wait for him to post? Or are we just going to do this in a post when you can thing, and just don't post TOO much so that others aren't left out.
Two: If you're going to be posting multiple characters, may I recommend writing the names of the characters you play as on the top as a heading? To make it completely clear what's going on? I kinda thought Mugin had been the one who'd posted the second one, and was very confused as to why there was mention of demons there.
Three: Ah hell, Zachary's screwed. He has no idea how to wait people.
Assuming your MXF rule is only in regards to romance (and if it isn't, I'm not opposed to playing a girl, maybe), I'm very interested in RPing a non-romance post apocalyptic RP. In my head is an idea of a world wherein, having been 'slighted' by a human, various members of the fae (I'm thinking Alicorn-style fucked up Fae) do magic and torment him. On camera. Leading to a war between Humanity (with WMDs and a penchant for hatred and passion and loyalty) and the once-unknown faeries, eventually leading to a post-apocalyptic hell where neither beings of fantasy nor simple man lives unscathed.
Or something like that. The details aren't fixed in my mind.
@Anlu I'd rather not derail the topic, but I'm off to San Francisco from Hong Kong. Assuming, of course, that travel plans pan out - which is becoming less and less likely, since I was originally going to leave yesterday.
@Anlu
That's fine. I might be busy for the next few days anyway, actually - I'm off to another country! Maybe. If the travel plans don't fall through, like they look like they will.
If nobody's available to RP soon, I'll just make some solo RP posts once every week or so until they are. Or I'll just cut, deus ex machina, to Bob falling from the sky and leaving a blinded Pidgey behind him, dropping coincidentally and happily in front of a predatory Ekans and her Chikorita friend.

(EDIT: Forgot to add the @Anlu thing. If you didn't get the notification, that's why.)
Zachary, having done his good deed for the day by passing whatshisface the inhaler, went back to ignoring the commotion. Some waiter - Ash, that was his name! - having an asthma fit was fun and all, but it was no reason to put his job on hold. He went back to the still-large stack of plates that needed cleaning and started scrubbing them one by one. He silently wondered why they hadn't invested in an electric dishwasher, but he supposed that if the bosses had he wouldn't have this job.

Not that it was a very good job. He'd only gotten this because it was the only one with work hours that worked for him, as a student in the nearby community college, and he wasn't getting a particularly large paycheck for it either. It fortunately wasn't a job with inhumane working conditions - he'd heard horror stories about those sorts of places - but it wasn't exactly accommodating to its employees either.

Scrub, scrub, scrub went the plate. Inhale, exhale, cough went Ash the Waiter. Eventually they left - taking those distracting coughs with them - to what he figured was the break room, and Zachary was rather happy about that. Coughing was almost as annoying as the sound of styrofoam rubbing styrofoam, and though it wasn't like there was much to distract him from, he still found himself irate when he worked while Ash coughed like that.

He wondered, idly, who would pick up the slack while Ash was sick. It was a rather busy day today, and they needed every hand available. He just hoped he wouldn't be asked to wait people. He probably wouldn't be - he wasn't trained in waiting (waitering, he wondered?) and he wasn't exactly ideal, being so asocial. Still, the plate stack was small enough that it could be left alone for a few minutes, and he wouldn't be surprised if his boss came up with the bright idea to delegate jobs to those without much to do.
@Anlu

Aaah shit, sorry. I was really sleepy and forgot to read your IC posts. Didn't realize you were already in Treasure Town.
Dun worry. I'll just find a way into twisting the scenario into something fun. You don't have to steer your character into meeting mine.
Two things.
First, shouldn't the tag be apply? As opposed to 'Jump In'
Second, is there any information about the restaurant Ash works in that I can use for my post? All we've seen is the kitchen.
I kinda figure it might be a good idea for us to begin near each other.
Sorry for the really half-hearted introduction. I'd started with something completely different from what I eventually went with, and it took me hours of writing and rewriting from different perspectives to realize it wouldn't work, and my frustration might show a bit.
By the way, why isn't the CS of Anlu (and myself, now that I think about it) on the OP of the character thread? I don't want to look through 78 pages to find Anlu's ekans character who I might be RPing with soon.
EDIT: oh, that's the number of posts. Not pages.
Alright, I think I can look for the CS.
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