JACE SPENCER
MALE
BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Feb 22, 2013 23:37:11 GMT -5
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Jace had done nothing but deal with bitches and dicks left and right today. As soon as he had walked in, around nine in the evening, he could tell that the night wasn't going to be a kind one. He had first been assaulted verbally by an overweight man, forty-five minutes into his shift. The roly-poly had claimed that one of the chargers for his PS3 wasn't working correctly-- or at all, really. Jace calmly explained that they didn't give refunds without the actual product in return, which set the fuse for the customer. He then went on a rant about having to drive all the way back to the mall, and how he had wasted more than enough money on gas. Jace watched, his lips twisted into a scowl as he witnessed this mini-tantrum. Attempting his best to appease the man, the orange-haired employee assured him that in-store credit could be assigned until the product was returned, but there was nothing else they could do.
Apparently that wasn't enough. The man, in a fit of rage, sputtered a weak insult directed toward Jace's alternative appearance, before storming out of the store, rolling passionately through the mall, tossing his arms this way and that. Jace couldn't help but smile as he watched the guy stalk off. Of course, it was difficult to put on a front for customers like that, but it was always hilarious afterward. None of the people realized how ridiculous they look. Working at a place like this definitely gave Jace a new outlook on society, as well as the low guys on the job totem pole-- if that was actually a thing. The night had continued with much of the same, customers bitching, throwing their hands into the air and shaking them for emphasis, and insults left and right. Jace, having been trained for such treatment at times, stared blankly every time, offering potential opportunities when he could. The customers, needless to say, rarely took these offers.
Rolling his tongue against the flat bases of his lip jewelry, Jace stood, pushing his rolling chair back a little harder than he had to. Oh well. He released his ear, now preferring to run a pale hand through his tousled orange hair, shaking his hand from left to right as he walked up to the front of the store. So far, no one had entered for what seemed like an eternity-- it was more like an hour, but who was counting?-- although Jace couldn't really complain. The less customers that ventured through those doors, the less he would get yelled at tonight. The lightly-colored male edged his way to the counter, absently fingering the edge of the tabletop as he looked at the register, his green eyes drifting ever-so-slowly to fall upon the merchandise adorning the walls. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be in his apartment right now, playing a good game. His entire body yearned for it pitifully. He could feel his excitement rise as he realized how close his shift was to over. |
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Post by alice1 on Feb 23, 2013 17:35:04 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/tDUqI.png); border: #999999 1px dotted;] ; 'CAUSE I DON'T CARE FOR YOUR FAIRY TALES ONCE UPON A TIME IN A FARAWAY KINGDOM, MAN MADE UP A STORY SAID THAT I SHOULD BELIEVE HIM. GO AND TELL YOUR WHITE KNIGHT THAT HE'S HANDSOME IN HINDSIGHT, 'CAUSE I DON'T WANT THE NEXT BEST THING. SO I SING AND HOLD MY HEAD DOWN AND I BREAK THESE WALLS AROUND ME. CAN'T TAKE NO MORE OF YOUR "FAIRY TALE LOVE" ---- If there was one thing Lisa loved, it was shopping. Lisa views shopping as a luxury in life, and back in high school, she would go their with her friends at least three times a week. To go out to eat, to see movies, to shop- ah, how she missed those days. They weren't the best days of her life, but life was most certainly easier for her back then.
This was one of those rare times though, where she would shop for someone else rather than for herself. (Well, okay, that might be a bit of a lie. She might've bought a really cute pair of flats that were on sale.) That person being, her father- his birthday was coming up soon, and the other day when Lisa was visiting for dinner, she overheard her dad talking on the phone about a certain video game. She thought it to be quite weird for him to be talking about and playing video games his age, but if it makes him happy, then Lisa would buy it for him, she guessed.
Now... what was the name of that game again? Lisa thought to herself. She had it on the tip of her tongue. Far... something. Far Away? Far From You? She couldn't remember. I guess I'll just ask the guy who works here... She thought. She looked towards the cashier desk, and her face brightened up to see a cute guy with orange hair and piercings at the desk. "Um, excuse me~" She said in a cutesty voice, walking towards the cashier. "I need ah... a little help finding a video game, you see. Do you mind helping, please?" ; TAGS so and so
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NOTES: idki'msorryitscrappy
LYRICS: fairytale by sara bareilles
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JACE SPENCER
MALE
BROOKSTONE : MULT #1006 STUDENT & GAME STOP MNGR[M:0:]
Posts: 13
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Post by JACE SPENCER on Feb 23, 2013 18:28:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:B7C6B1; padding:5px; border-bottom: solid 10px E5EDC1;,bTable][atrb=valign,bottom] it feels like the dawn of the dead the bombs going off in my head | | [cs=2] Touching his fingers delicately against the edge of the counter top, Jace scanned the walls adorned with various types of merchandise. His pupils dilated slightly every time he noticed something that he wished he had in his own possession. The scene might have appeared as a jealous employee, plotting the next time he would make off with a game console, but it was nothing like that in reality. Jace hadn't gotten the position from stealing things from his workplace. He dutifully paid for anything that left the doors in his hands-- it wasn't like he couldn't afford it, either. His paycheck had a tendency to be quite nice. Sometimes the sum after taxes was a little on the weak side, but Jace never really found a reason to complain. The moment he was promoted, his income nearly tripled, as his pay increased, as well as his hours.
Startled by the small voice tainting the air, Jace started, his face darkened a few shades as he looked around for the perpetrator. His green eyes widened as they landed on a small woman, one that appeared near his age. He cleared his throat, awkwardly, but loud enough to hopefully deter the memory of his previous daydreaming. "A-ah, yeah." He stuttered, shoving his hands in the beige pockets of his slacks. "Do you know what kind of game it was? The title? What the cover artwork looked like?" Jace tilted his head slightly, his friendly demeanor shining weakly through his tense actions. "I won't be able to help much without a bit of a guideline, y'know..." Skirting around the edge of the counter with a strange amount of grace, Jace began to approach the racks of games before he stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't even know the console, so there was no way he could even begin looking without sorting through thousands of games. Sighing slightly, Jace turned back to the girl, his pierced eyebrow rising as he awaited an answer. |
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