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Re: "Look" ( Series? Chapter 1 is up)
Ok....thats cool. One fan is better than none. I'll put Chapter 2 up anyway.
"Better hurry before it gets late in the day."
Looker ran towards the stairs, zipping by an elderly woman watering the wall plants. Just as he was about to walk down the stairs, a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Greetings, my friend!"
He spun around to look at the adult halting his advance. He was in a suit coat that could of dated back to the 80's, it's red color fading. His face held a thick mustache, a few silver hairs poking through the black ones. He must of been around forty or fifty years old, as he was starting to bald.
"I'm the Superintendent here, and on my watch I'll offer 24 hour -yawn- ser-se- -yawwwn- service. And you are?"
"I'm Looker. I just moved in here."
"Whuzzat? I'm a looker? Why thank you, but whats your name?"
With an annoyed tone, Looker switched to his "understandable" wording.
"My name, it is Looker, that is what they call me."
"Ah, pleasure to meet you Lookar. Please, make yourself at home."
"Yeah, thanks....."
The Superintendent turned and walked to the older woman, allowing Looker to continue on.
"Is everybody in this Region like that?" he thought, exiting the Codominiums.
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The bike shop smelled of metal gears and grease. The floor was littered with spare parts of every kind- Brakes, pumps, pedals, tires- Everything.
A man was in the middle of the mess, hlding a clipboard.
"Excuse me sir, I'm looking for a job."
The man whipped around, scattering the assorted accelarators around his feet.
"Huh? Oh, a job?"
"Yes sir."
The man scrathed his bald head a moment, rapped his greasy fingers on the clipboard, and nodded.
"Sure buddy. Can you count? Take inventory?"
"I sure can."
"Great. You can start tomorrow by organizing my bike parts."
"Awright! Thank you!"
"Oh, and leave the slacks and office shirt at home. Wear some casual clothes that aren't too big. Be here 9'o clock sharp."
"Yessir."
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Looker may of got a job, but he still had a few problems.
-He didn't expect to bea grease-monkey at a bike shop when he left home, he wanted to stop crime.
-He was a stranger in a strange land, and nobody could really understand him.
-And he didn't pack any "Casual clothes that fit". He had only threw in a couple of his father's suits. He didn't even have normal shoes.
"What can I do?" he thought, truding back up the stairs to his room.
"If only I planned things out...."
He passed the same old lady as before, only this time walking. She must of took notice of his worried face.
"Whats wrong, sonny? Why the long face?"
He was suprised she had talked to him.
"O-oh, nothing."
"Herm, something is allright."
"No ma'm, it's fine."
"Why don't you come have some tea in my apartment?"
Looker was still uncomfortable with all this.
"Ok...."
Once seated at a small table, the lady brought two cups of tea.
"Now- What has you worried?"
He sighed, may as well tell anyway.
"I just moved here. I got a job at the bike shop down the street, but I didn't pack the right clothes to work in." He had forgotten to word his sentance diferently.
The lady's wrinkled face smiled slighty.
"You're not from around here, are you? So you need more clothes, eh?"
"You can understand me?"
"Of course. I've been all over the world...when I was younger, that is. Now, to the problem at hand..."
She got up and went to a back room. He was amazed that somebody actually understood what he was saying. Who was this woman?
She returned, with a bundle of clothes.
"These belonged to my son when he was your age."
She the "casual wear" down. twenty shirts, a bundle of jeans, a pile of socks, and even a great load of underwear.
"I want you to have them. My son was going to give them to his child, but he and his wife had a daughter instead. In fact, she's about your age if memory serves...."
"Oh wow, thank you so much!"
Looker felt like a Wailord had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Your very welcome young man. Now go and rest up."
"Yes ma'm. Thanks again."
He left with his new wardrobe, grinning ear from ear. They may be hand-me-downs, but they were better than nothing.
Meanwhile, the sweet old lady was still sipping tea, thinking.
"What was that grandaughter of mines name again? Hm...blast! I just saw her at a Contest....."
She continued to sip tea.
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NOTE: 25 points to whoever can guess who the mystery girl is.
Ok....thats cool. One fan is better than none. I'll put Chapter 2 up anyway.
"Look"
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"Better hurry before it gets late in the day."
Looker ran towards the stairs, zipping by an elderly woman watering the wall plants. Just as he was about to walk down the stairs, a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Greetings, my friend!"
He spun around to look at the adult halting his advance. He was in a suit coat that could of dated back to the 80's, it's red color fading. His face held a thick mustache, a few silver hairs poking through the black ones. He must of been around forty or fifty years old, as he was starting to bald.
"I'm the Superintendent here, and on my watch I'll offer 24 hour -yawn- ser-se- -yawwwn- service. And you are?"
"I'm Looker. I just moved in here."
"Whuzzat? I'm a looker? Why thank you, but whats your name?"
With an annoyed tone, Looker switched to his "understandable" wording.
"My name, it is Looker, that is what they call me."
"Ah, pleasure to meet you Lookar. Please, make yourself at home."
"Yeah, thanks....."
The Superintendent turned and walked to the older woman, allowing Looker to continue on.
"Is everybody in this Region like that?" he thought, exiting the Codominiums.
---------------------------------------
The bike shop smelled of metal gears and grease. The floor was littered with spare parts of every kind- Brakes, pumps, pedals, tires- Everything.
A man was in the middle of the mess, hlding a clipboard.
"Excuse me sir, I'm looking for a job."
The man whipped around, scattering the assorted accelarators around his feet.
"Huh? Oh, a job?"
"Yes sir."
The man scrathed his bald head a moment, rapped his greasy fingers on the clipboard, and nodded.
"Sure buddy. Can you count? Take inventory?"
"I sure can."
"Great. You can start tomorrow by organizing my bike parts."
"Awright! Thank you!"
"Oh, and leave the slacks and office shirt at home. Wear some casual clothes that aren't too big. Be here 9'o clock sharp."
"Yessir."
------------------------------------
Looker may of got a job, but he still had a few problems.
-He didn't expect to bea grease-monkey at a bike shop when he left home, he wanted to stop crime.
-He was a stranger in a strange land, and nobody could really understand him.
-And he didn't pack any "Casual clothes that fit". He had only threw in a couple of his father's suits. He didn't even have normal shoes.
"What can I do?" he thought, truding back up the stairs to his room.
"If only I planned things out...."
He passed the same old lady as before, only this time walking. She must of took notice of his worried face.
"Whats wrong, sonny? Why the long face?"
He was suprised she had talked to him.
"O-oh, nothing."
"Herm, something is allright."
"No ma'm, it's fine."
"Why don't you come have some tea in my apartment?"
Looker was still uncomfortable with all this.
"Ok...."
Once seated at a small table, the lady brought two cups of tea.
"Now- What has you worried?"
He sighed, may as well tell anyway.
"I just moved here. I got a job at the bike shop down the street, but I didn't pack the right clothes to work in." He had forgotten to word his sentance diferently.
The lady's wrinkled face smiled slighty.
"You're not from around here, are you? So you need more clothes, eh?"
"You can understand me?"
"Of course. I've been all over the world...when I was younger, that is. Now, to the problem at hand..."
She got up and went to a back room. He was amazed that somebody actually understood what he was saying. Who was this woman?
She returned, with a bundle of clothes.
"These belonged to my son when he was your age."
She the "casual wear" down. twenty shirts, a bundle of jeans, a pile of socks, and even a great load of underwear.
"I want you to have them. My son was going to give them to his child, but he and his wife had a daughter instead. In fact, she's about your age if memory serves...."
"Oh wow, thank you so much!"
Looker felt like a Wailord had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Your very welcome young man. Now go and rest up."
"Yes ma'm. Thanks again."
He left with his new wardrobe, grinning ear from ear. They may be hand-me-downs, but they were better than nothing.
Meanwhile, the sweet old lady was still sipping tea, thinking.
"What was that grandaughter of mines name again? Hm...blast! I just saw her at a Contest....."
She continued to sip tea.
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NOTE: 25 points to whoever can guess who the mystery girl is.
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