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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 4:20:10 GMT
Keith got ready for a day of work, today he was actually going to stay at his shop and work. Walking in from the back, he placed the sign from closed to open and started stalking the shelves. He had many items, whoopie cushions, sink bombs, fake mustaches, and much much more. He even had some pop rock candy, but that was only because he enjoyed the popping sensation. As a customer came in to his store he smiled at them with his big grin and they nodded.
Keith made his way up to his register stand to stalk the pop rock candies. The man was completely bored and really wanted something fun to do. The man came up to him and bought his items and walked out of the store, Keith found a chair and pulled out a comic book and began to read it. The comic was about a female hero who would roam the land, accompanied by a cat and a few other friends. He quite enjoyed the comic and found it quite funny. Placing the comic down as someone came in he smiled. "Hello."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 5:49:23 GMT
What was worse than having the world's biggest chip on your shoulder? For Meg, it was... not knowing why she had it. Meg wasn't a cruel person, but she was cynical, sarcastic, and seemed to care little about what daggers the world threw at her. But why... that was the question. She had no idea what made her that way, but something did. Every morning she woke up feeling like there was a big hole in her heart, that she needed someone... or something.
Whatever the heck was happening to her, Meg knew she still had a job to do. In the village, she was a handywoman, a Jill of all Trades. From odd jobs to big home jobs, she did it all. The woman had some skills, that was for sure. She took pride in her work as well, and hey the money she got was nice to. She didn't have to pay a lot of taxes living alone, but she still had to pay them.
Today's job was at the Meow's Mayhem... a joke shop. She didn't know much about the owner, but she hoped he wouldn't pull some gag on her while she worked. She could handle the occasion amusement, but being the butt of a joke... someone was asking for a punch in the face.
Meg walked into the shop and looked around. Her attire was not like many ladies in the village. She wore a purple shirt, black pants, and black boots. Over her shoulder she carried her satchel with her tools.
"Anyone here?" she asked. "Heard you needed something fixed."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 23:16:29 GMT
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music | Keith - others Keith set the comic down as he saw the girl walk in, she must have been the one to answer his request for help. Truth was the fixing was not to do with anything in the front of the shop, he kept that pretty good and everything was fine in the front, but in the back he was having some hard core issues with flooring in his extra room. Normally he wouldn't care, but his extra room was going to be turned into a bedroom incase he had visitors who needed to stay the night. Keith had even moved all the empty boxes into a different room. He still didn't know why he was keeping those boxes, but he couldn't part with them. Walking over to the woman he smiled. "Welcome, I'm Keith. Thank you for answering my Request. Can you fix flooring? I have all the supplies that are needed and I would be more than happy to help." The man really did hope she could help him fix her floor. Had she accepted he would then lead her to the back of the shop where the more house like stuff was. Keith would admit, he did live in his shop, and he was happy about it. In the back there were boxes filled with jokes and stuff, then a kitchen and three doors, one room was his, one the extra room and one storage room for his empty boxes, He really should move all the boxes in that room after all it WAS a storage room. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 2:30:15 GMT
Meg waited until the guy walked out. He certainly wasn't what he was expecting. When she thought of a joke shop owner, she thought of some goofy looking old man in a tacky suit who acted far younger than whatever his age was. But this guy was young... and handsome. And wasn't playing some gag on her or telling some lame joke. Other girls might go gaga over a guy like this, but she wasn't most girls. She couldn't get close to any guy. She just knew she would be hurt if she did.
"Yeah thanks, I'm Meg," she said when Keith welcomed her. She then listened to his request. She also raised an eyebrow when he offered help. "Yes I fix flooring. And why would you help? If you could do it, you would have and you wouldn't have hired me. Show me where you need me to start." She was glad he had the stuff to use for it. She had the equipment too, but if she could save a few things for a later job, so be it.
She looked around as she walked.
"So... a joke shop, huh?" she asked. "What made you decide to open one of these?" The reason Meg asked was because... well... she didn't know how she became a Jill Of All Trades. She didn't know a lot of things... like why she was such a loner. Maybe others did know things... but what if they didn't as well?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 17:29:36 GMT
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music | Keith - others "It's nice to meet you Meg." The man smiled a rather big smile. When she said the things about him helping, Keith laughed, it was true, he didn't know how to do flooring and well by helping he meant that he could get things for her and just be a delivery boy. He knew she could do it on her own, but that wouldn't be fun for him, he wanted to help. "I meant that I could get things for you when you need them. I may not be a man of fixing things but I am strong." The man started off towards the room he needed fixed. "What made you decide to open one of theses?" that question, he was still trying to figure it out himself. Why did he open a Joke shop? Why did he choose to be in the village instead of the forest? Why? Why, was a question that needed an answer and well, no one seemed to have any of those anymore, but Keith didn't let it keep him down, he quite enjoyed life and was glad he got to meet wonderful people. "I Don't know. I guess I just wanted to see everyone smile, or perhaps I wanted something else. I wish I could tell ya Meg, I really do." Keith really wanted answers to those questions, but he figured in time he would know and that is what mattered to him. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 6:08:03 GMT
Keith seemed nice enough, but Meg couldn't settle for "seemed". She had a strong distrust for people in general, but had a particular one for handsome men. She felt that most, though not all, would only hurt her if she ever got close to one. So far it had been enough for her to not even give one a chance. Granted, this guy hadn't tried to make a move on her... so far. Still, she would get this job and then get out.
Meg sighed as the guy said he would just be a sidekick of sorts. She supposed he could help if it ensured that he would leave her alone for most of the time.
"Fine," she said. "But don't do anything until I ask for you. Just go... work on your whoopie cushions... or hand buzzers... or something." Meg hoped she wouldn't need to ask for anything, but she had an odd feeling that wouldn't be the case.
Meg then groaned to herself when Keith's answer about how he came to own the joke shop wasn't a strong one. He couldn't remember either. This was driving her nuts.
"You don't know," she said. "The girl at the book shop doesn't know. The people at the school don't know." She turned and looked at Keith. "Is it just me, or is something crazy going on around this village?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 2:25:16 GMT
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music | Keith - others He was quite happy when Meg said he could help, he showed that through a big bright smile that would creep most people out. "Alright you got it, I can work on my other stuff." He smiled, a good amount of his stuff was hand made but others came packaged and was delivered, but he guessed he could unpack them as well. After he told her, he didn't remember it seems it made the girl mad. He didn't know that no one knew about their own memories. That thought slipped his mind in a short time and he shrugged. "I guess, but I don't really care." that was the truth, Keith didn't care as long as he was having a good time anything could happen and he might care, but the whole memory thing didn't really bother him. "As long as I can keep doing what I do, I don't care what I did." Then again his personality didn't really change, so he didn't care if he knew things or not. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 19:25:46 GMT
Meg nodded to Keith when he said he would work on his own stuff for now. She doubted she would need him. Meg wasn't one who seemed to need anyone. She certainly didn't seem to need a man. Well... at least not this man. She turned and began to work.
She listened as Keith said he didn't care about not knowing why he was doing what he was doing and how he came to do it. What a foolish thing to say. He was content with all this? With having questions that weren't answered? She just didn't get it. Then again, others she had been around didn't seem to care either.
"Well... I care," she said. "It drives me crazy. And it's not just my job either. I want to know why I don't like being around others. I'd like to know why I live by myself without so much as a hamster to keep me company. You don't think about it at all?" He darted him a look, suddenly interested in talking to this guy.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 1:40:07 GMT
Keith listed to her, he did think about his old life, he wondered who he was, if he had family, where he was from what did he use to do. Looking at Meg he nodded.
"Your right I do think about it. I think about it when I am laying in bed at night, because my bed doesn't feel like the place I should be. It feels like someone else bed. I think about it when I am at the tea shop because I know their is something else to me being there I just don't know. I also think about it when I'm in the woods in the abandon house, I feel like I belong there. You see meg, If I think about it then I would drive myself crazy with what ifs."
Keith watched her. he wanted to know but he knew that it was best not to ask questions but just roll with the waves because he knew asking questions only made you a target and well though he played both sides of the coin he knew that he liked to find the answer to his questions then to ask them of others.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 13:38:16 GMT
Maybe the guy had a point. Maybe Meg was going to drive herself crazy thinking about it, just like she drove herself crazy convincing herself that a life alone was the perfect life when she was clearly making herself miserable. But really, when one lived alone and usually worked alone, all one had was one thoughts.
"It's probably easy for you not to think about them though," she said. "I mean, you seem like you're popular and... nice looking... and have a lot of friends. All I have is what goes through my mind twenty-four hours a day. But yeah, I guess I will end up driving myself nuts if I don't stop thinking about it all. Probably best to focus on my work."
And that's what she did for a bit. She had to focus on her job. It was the only other thing she could think about, besides what can of soup to open for dinner, and then that was usually tomato, tomato, or tomato. Finally, Meg looked over at the guy.
"You know I have this one good dream though... weird but good," she said. "That I lived in some ancient time and place. And there was this guy named... well I forgot his name, but he was like this guy who... if I ever wanted to date... would be the kind of guy I would like to date. He was goofy, but also sweet and really loved me back. You ever have dreams that were like that... I mean not exactly like that, but really pleasant ones that you swear must have happened."
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 0:59:44 GMT
Keith watched her, she was something special that was for sure. She listed off some things about him and he listened, he did agree he was quite the looker and well he got along with everyone for the most so he guessed she was right.
"All work an no play Is a very sad day. Perhaps one day you will have to let me show you some fun." He said meaning only the sincere joy of just having friends. He then pulled out a paddle ball from his back pocket and started to play the game. He listed to her talk about dreams and he took his attention off the ball but kept smacking it with the paddle.
"That is a nice dream, I guess." Keith was all for the whole ancient time and all that adventure but the love stuff was a whole new realm for Keith. "Love is a powerful thing I hear, Perhaps you are seeing Mr. Right. who knows maybe he will come around and sweep you off your hard working feet."
She then asked him if he had dreams and he turned a bit red. Dreams he had, plenty of dreams. Dreams of tuna fish, catnip, crazy tea parties and a blonde girl who was always their but could never see her face. "Well actually I do. It's odd but I have dreams where I have superpowers, and its really neat because I can vanish." He smiled his wide creepy smile.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 14:46:46 GMT
When Keith offered to show her how to have some fun, she tensed up. Was he being genuine or trying to pick her up? She was never sure with guys. So she gave him a half smile in response.
"Um, I'll get back with you about that," she said. She probably wouldn't, but she was in his shop. She didn't want to be all that rude.
Meg shrugged about the dream being about Mr. Right. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps it was just messing with her head because she thought she had no interest in finding Mr. Right.
"There's another dream though," she said, her voice sounding grim. "It's not that pleasant. I'm in this dark place, really scary. Lots of hideous creatures are there... lots of suffering. And there's this other man... at least I think he's a man. His monstrous and evil, and I want to get away from him, but I can't because... well I'm like his slave or something. He makes me do things I don't want to, like hurt others, trick others. The guy from the other dream is in it too. He makes me try to hurt him."
Meg then listened as Keith spoke of his good dream and gave a creepy smile. She backed away a bit.
"That sounds nice, Keith," she said. "I'm going to finish this job now."
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