NotAfraidToHope
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Hi everyone! We're ready to start! :smile 2: If everyone could just check in so that I can approve you to join before we start, that would be great.
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Nirvana
Two Thousand Club
Starting... now?
NotAfraidToHope
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Yep! As soon as I approve you, you can start. Just try not to make the plot move too fast, that way when others pop in they can catch up easily. :smile 2:
Nirvana
Two Thousand Club
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NotAfraidToHope
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"Mom, dinner's ready!" Maddie called out to her her mother, who was sitting in the living room reading a magazine.
"Oh, thank you, sweetie. You didn't have to go to all that trouble for me," she called back.
"It's no big deal..." she insisted to he mom, but it kind of was.
Her mom was pretty frail for her age, with a very bad immune system, so Maddie didn't want her exerting herself. She tried to do everything for her mom. She hadn't told her about that new virus she'd heard about on the news, because she didn't want to frighten her.
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)"Mom, dinner's ready!" Maddie called out to her her mother, who was sitting in the living room reading a magazine.
"Oh, thank you, sweetie. You didn't have to go to all that trouble for me," she called back.
"It's no big deal..." she insisted to he mom, but it kind of was.
Her mom was pretty frail for her age, with a very bad immune system, so Maddie didn't want her exerting herself. She tried to do everything for her mom. She hadn't told her about that new virus she'd heard about on the news, because she didn't want to frighten her.
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Nirvana
Two Thousand Club
(I tagged you...)
NotAfraidToHope
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((You didn't have to do that :tongue: Basically all I mean by "approved" is just that I've made sure you're on the sign-up.))
Nirvana
Two Thousand Club
(Yeyy)
Naomi sits at the table in her and Amanda's small kitchen, working on a story in a black 5 subject notebook. Her handwriting sprawls out on the pages, in green ink. She pushes her semi-long hair out of her face, and rereads what she wrote. She draws a line through most of it, and sets the notebook down. She reads the paper, and her eyebrow furrows, "What do they mean, new virus?" She murmured to herself, and ran out of the house to find Amanda.
Naomi sits at the table in her and Amanda's small kitchen, working on a story in a black 5 subject notebook. Her handwriting sprawls out on the pages, in green ink. She pushes her semi-long hair out of her face, and rereads what she wrote. She draws a line through most of it, and sets the notebook down. She reads the paper, and her eyebrow furrows, "What do they mean, new virus?" She murmured to herself, and ran out of the house to find Amanda.
~OneHellofAButler~
One Thousand Club
Rui stood there and simply looked down at the man who covered in blood and moaning in pain. Although he felt bad he had to do this he couldn't afford not to. Sergio was paying more than usually for this and he couldn't just pass up the opportunity. He kicked the man in the ribs. "O-okay..I've g-got his money." the man said and begged Rui to stop. Rui sighed. As long as the man stayed true to his word then it would be fine for Rui to leave him be. Rui nodded and just silently walked away.
He walked over to the club Sergio owned and went upstairs to get his money. The bodyguards at the door stopped him. "Hey, this ain't a place for a kid like you," they said. Rui rolled his eyes.
"I got business with Sergio." he told them.
"Your name?" they asked.
"Rui Mazuko."
The one guard nodded and went inside. It only took a few seconds and then he came back out.
"Kay, go ahead."
Rui nodded and walked inside. Sergio was sitting at his desk as usual surrounded by a couple cute girls. Rui smirked. "Job's done. Where's my pay?" he asked. Sergio chuckled.
"Always forward and straight to the point. I like that about you." he said then eyeing one of the girls he added, "Selene go get the money for me. Two thousand, okay?" the girl nodded and went and got the money, he counted and handed it to Rui. "There you go kid. Good work"
He walked over to the club Sergio owned and went upstairs to get his money. The bodyguards at the door stopped him. "Hey, this ain't a place for a kid like you," they said. Rui rolled his eyes.
"I got business with Sergio." he told them.
"Your name?" they asked.
"Rui Mazuko."
The one guard nodded and went inside. It only took a few seconds and then he came back out.
"Kay, go ahead."
Rui nodded and walked inside. Sergio was sitting at his desk as usual surrounded by a couple cute girls. Rui smirked. "Job's done. Where's my pay?" he asked. Sergio chuckled.
"Always forward and straight to the point. I like that about you." he said then eyeing one of the girls he added, "Selene go get the money for me. Two thousand, okay?" the girl nodded and went and got the money, he counted and handed it to Rui. "There you go kid. Good work"
NotAfraidToHope
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"I'm not really hungry," Maddie's mom said quietly.
"You're always hungry," Maddie said, grinning.
"I know..." her mother said worried, and Maddie realized she wasn't being sarcastic.
She remembered what they had said on the news, something about looking out for loss of appetite. Instantly, she grabbed her mother's hand. It was drenched in sweat.
"Mom." Maddie said quietly, "Cough."
"What? Why?" Her mom said, confused.
"Just do it."
So she did, and Maddie heard a dry, barky cough. Just like the doctors described it. Maddie put her hand on her mother's forehead, and found that it was hot.
She swore, which she had never done in front of mother.
"Eat, Mom, you need strength, drink as much water as you can. I'm going to look it up, see what else to do."
"About what?!" Her mom called after her as Maddie raced to her laptop, "What's happening?"
Maddie turned slowly and said softly, "H1N2."
"You're always hungry," Maddie said, grinning.
"I know..." her mother said worried, and Maddie realized she wasn't being sarcastic.
She remembered what they had said on the news, something about looking out for loss of appetite. Instantly, she grabbed her mother's hand. It was drenched in sweat.
"Mom." Maddie said quietly, "Cough."
"What? Why?" Her mom said, confused.
"Just do it."
So she did, and Maddie heard a dry, barky cough. Just like the doctors described it. Maddie put her hand on her mother's forehead, and found that it was hot.
She swore, which she had never done in front of mother.
"Eat, Mom, you need strength, drink as much water as you can. I'm going to look it up, see what else to do."
"About what?!" Her mom called after her as Maddie raced to her laptop, "What's happening?"
Maddie turned slowly and said softly, "H1N2."
~OneHellofAButler~
One Thousand Club
Rui took the money and counted it himself. It was $2,000 exactly. He glanced over at Sergio before walking out. As he walked through the club he looked at some of the pretty girls who tried to dance with him. He knew he shouldn't stay, he was underaged and he also had to get back home but he decided to linger anyways. He smiled charmingly at the girl he was dancing with. She was really into him, he could tell, and her looks weren't bad either. He eyed her body as she twirled and twisted around him. She noticed and smiled. "Like what you see?" She asked. Rui laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, you're hot." he said. It was true she was hot, but she wasn't really his type. Maybe he'd play around with her for a while but, to him, she wasn't even worth giving his number to. He didn't like girls like her. The serpent like ones, with a beautiful skin but a deadly bite, were the ones you had to watch out for. All she wanted from him was money and nice gifts and maybe a little bit of fooling around but sooner or later, when she'd had enough, she'd move on to the next guy.
"Buy me a drink?"she asked, proving his thoughts right. He flashed her a smile.
"No, don't think I will." he said and turned and walked off. He didn't even have to look behind her to know she was pissed off. He left the club and walked home, reluctantly walking down the same alley way he'd beat up the man in. Though he didn't like the memory that came up, still fresh in his mind, it was the shortest way home. Rui walked in to their apartment and said "Guys I'm home." Suki almost instantly came running from her room, giving him a huge hug.
"Rui I missed you! You were gone so late again!" Rui smiled down at her.
"I know kiddo, sorry. I had an extra job to do today." He glanced up and saw his mom and his other sister Miyu.
"How much money did you earn today?" his mother asked. He grinned widely.
"Lots. Two thousand." His mom and sisters were wide eyed but then they smiled.
"That's wonderful!" they said.
Of course they had no idea what he'd done to earn the money. Rui didn't really ever discuss the details of his odd jobs with them. He didn't want them to worry or be ashamed.
"Yeah, you're hot." he said. It was true she was hot, but she wasn't really his type. Maybe he'd play around with her for a while but, to him, she wasn't even worth giving his number to. He didn't like girls like her. The serpent like ones, with a beautiful skin but a deadly bite, were the ones you had to watch out for. All she wanted from him was money and nice gifts and maybe a little bit of fooling around but sooner or later, when she'd had enough, she'd move on to the next guy.
"Buy me a drink?"she asked, proving his thoughts right. He flashed her a smile.
"No, don't think I will." he said and turned and walked off. He didn't even have to look behind her to know she was pissed off. He left the club and walked home, reluctantly walking down the same alley way he'd beat up the man in. Though he didn't like the memory that came up, still fresh in his mind, it was the shortest way home. Rui walked in to their apartment and said "Guys I'm home." Suki almost instantly came running from her room, giving him a huge hug.
"Rui I missed you! You were gone so late again!" Rui smiled down at her.
"I know kiddo, sorry. I had an extra job to do today." He glanced up and saw his mom and his other sister Miyu.
"How much money did you earn today?" his mother asked. He grinned widely.
"Lots. Two thousand." His mom and sisters were wide eyed but then they smiled.
"That's wonderful!" they said.
Of course they had no idea what he'd done to earn the money. Rui didn't really ever discuss the details of his odd jobs with them. He didn't want them to worry or be ashamed.
~OneHellofAButler~
One Thousand Club
Rui sat down on the floor and switched on their small tv, turning on the news. Everyone seemed to be in a panic about some flu epidemic going on. Pictures and videos of the poor souls who had unfortunately caught the virus played on the screen. The images were horrible, almost unbearable to look at. "Whoa," Rui mumbled. That was some scary stuff. There was a list of symptoms to watch out for and a few that Rui saw worried him. The man he had beaten definitely had a harsh cough and had also so said something about monsters coming to get him. Had he been infected with the H1N2 virus? Had Rui been exposed to it? Rui cringed at the very thought. It's probably nothing. He tried to convince himself. Just a metaphor and he was probably coughing from being out of breath when he ran from me.
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"Twenty-bucks, pay up." Josi slapped a receipt to the bar-top and slid it across the surface, staying it there before the inebriated fellow. He frequented the bar often, coming only to drink his cares away, and stare at the rim of his glass for hours on end until finally it was time for the doors to close. Josi often wondered what it was he thought about, what, if anything, was going on in his life. Or perhaps he was just a sorry old soul with nothing going on, and that was his reason for such lonely nights. She couldn't recall him ever taking a girl home with him, despite the ample amounts of women that stationed themselves in various places, always looking for that one lonely guy to take advantage of. Some of them were desperate for love. Any love, even if it was really disguised lust. Others weren't desperate, but rather, digging for dollars.
She gave an indifferent glance as he pulled out his wallet, fumbling with fat fingers to produce the cash. He was a regular- or was becoming one, and Josi doubted it would be long before he'd come spilling one night with some sob story for a life, and she'd have to escort him out for a public display of emotion. She took his glass, putting it beneath the counter to be washed later, and pulled a white cotton rag from the ebony shift apron tied to her waist. Wiping down the space before him, she waited.
The customer laid the bills on the counter, and mumbled something incoherent. Probably about how he paid the bills in the place with how often he was here. Or as much as he drank. "An' don't drive, y'hear?" She laid her hand over the cash, and jerked her chin in the direction of a pay phone stationed on the wall near the double-glass doors. "Call a cab, leave y'er car here for the night."
The man rose, pushing off the barstool with a tipsy hand gripping the counter for support, and made his way out the door, passing the phone on the way to his car. Josi watched, unamused, and shook her head, turning toward the register. She wouldn't be held responsible. Wouldn't feel responsible if he never made it home that night. She often wondered where his wife was; he had a ring on his left hand, a titanium band with some sort of inscription etched into he surface, but she never was interested enough to read it. Too many customers, all wanting some sort of shoulder to lean on, some semblance stability in their tipsy lives. Someone to just care for them the way they wanted to be cared for. Josi never made herself available to be this substitute for counsel, but every once in a while she got roped into standing boredly by the counter, listening to some joke's drunken ramble about how his wife left him, and all he had was his dog. She usually tuned them out, and gave an 'uhhuh' where any soundless spaces needed filling, while busying herself with various counter-duties, giving them the illusion hat they really had her attention.
The sound of the door clicking shut, and the timed lock bolting from the inside ricocheted in the empty bar, empty save for the handful of those still working. Some cleaned the floors, rearranged couches and pillows, and chairs, while others windexed windows, and brought half-empty glasses to the bar where Josi gathered them, checked inventory, and put dishes into the dishwashers hidden beneath the lip of the counter. The TV was still on, its volume cranked up after-hours so everyone could hear. No one really paid any mind usually, just wanting to finish their work and head home for the night. But tonight, a news reporter spoke over the small noises of brooms and clanking glass:::
:::"BREAKING NEWS! There has been wide-spread illness..." The scene changed from that of the reporter, to those who were infected with sickness. One could practically smell the sickness just from the photos and video clips. Josi, and the other employees all stopped their work to turn and look at the TV hanging over the bar. She leaned against the counter, her palm flat against the cool surface of the bar, her other hand on her relaxed hip, and watched intently.
"Doctors are not yet certain how this disease is spread, but some symptoms to watch for are---" A list then popped up, naming the symptoms, and then the news reporter came back.
"Wash your hands after touching any surfaces, or people, and stay home as much as possible. This is Ann----":::
Josi stopped paying attention, turning her gaze, then, to the people that she worked with. Everyone glanced between each other, panic written across the contours of their faces. There were no words for times like these, only thoughts. Only feelings. Only silence.
She gave an indifferent glance as he pulled out his wallet, fumbling with fat fingers to produce the cash. He was a regular- or was becoming one, and Josi doubted it would be long before he'd come spilling one night with some sob story for a life, and she'd have to escort him out for a public display of emotion. She took his glass, putting it beneath the counter to be washed later, and pulled a white cotton rag from the ebony shift apron tied to her waist. Wiping down the space before him, she waited.
The customer laid the bills on the counter, and mumbled something incoherent. Probably about how he paid the bills in the place with how often he was here. Or as much as he drank. "An' don't drive, y'hear?" She laid her hand over the cash, and jerked her chin in the direction of a pay phone stationed on the wall near the double-glass doors. "Call a cab, leave y'er car here for the night."
The man rose, pushing off the barstool with a tipsy hand gripping the counter for support, and made his way out the door, passing the phone on the way to his car. Josi watched, unamused, and shook her head, turning toward the register. She wouldn't be held responsible. Wouldn't feel responsible if he never made it home that night. She often wondered where his wife was; he had a ring on his left hand, a titanium band with some sort of inscription etched into he surface, but she never was interested enough to read it. Too many customers, all wanting some sort of shoulder to lean on, some semblance stability in their tipsy lives. Someone to just care for them the way they wanted to be cared for. Josi never made herself available to be this substitute for counsel, but every once in a while she got roped into standing boredly by the counter, listening to some joke's drunken ramble about how his wife left him, and all he had was his dog. She usually tuned them out, and gave an 'uhhuh' where any soundless spaces needed filling, while busying herself with various counter-duties, giving them the illusion hat they really had her attention.
The sound of the door clicking shut, and the timed lock bolting from the inside ricocheted in the empty bar, empty save for the handful of those still working. Some cleaned the floors, rearranged couches and pillows, and chairs, while others windexed windows, and brought half-empty glasses to the bar where Josi gathered them, checked inventory, and put dishes into the dishwashers hidden beneath the lip of the counter. The TV was still on, its volume cranked up after-hours so everyone could hear. No one really paid any mind usually, just wanting to finish their work and head home for the night. But tonight, a news reporter spoke over the small noises of brooms and clanking glass:::
:::"BREAKING NEWS! There has been wide-spread illness..." The scene changed from that of the reporter, to those who were infected with sickness. One could practically smell the sickness just from the photos and video clips. Josi, and the other employees all stopped their work to turn and look at the TV hanging over the bar. She leaned against the counter, her palm flat against the cool surface of the bar, her other hand on her relaxed hip, and watched intently.
"Doctors are not yet certain how this disease is spread, but some symptoms to watch for are---" A list then popped up, naming the symptoms, and then the news reporter came back.
"Wash your hands after touching any surfaces, or people, and stay home as much as possible. This is Ann----":::
Josi stopped paying attention, turning her gaze, then, to the people that she worked with. Everyone glanced between each other, panic written across the contours of their faces. There were no words for times like these, only thoughts. Only feelings. Only silence.