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Post by ashley on Sept 25, 2012 20:07:07 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;]  [/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]—THE MEANEST THING HE EVER DID[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]HE WENT AND NAMED ME "SUE"[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]The gray haired young man stood quietly, his usually flat face reflecting his inner annoyance. Eyes scanned the small crowds of people walking the pier as they went about their good times. Every now and then a small grumble would slip out from his lips, only to be followed by an exhausted sigh. What exactly was he doing there? Any curious eyes would likely figure it out after but a quick glance. A tray of stuffed oyster shells was clutched in his hands, shoulders burdened by a sign that hung down over his front, reaching all the way down to his knees. The sign advertised 'Cody's Clam Shack', the words' free samples!' stenciled in underneath. However tempting that may have sounded at the time, Ashley's unwelcoming expression turned away many of the customers. Damn Clam Shack. Why did he have to be the one to draw the short straw? It was just his luck, really. At the same time, at least he was getting paid the same wages for just standing there doing nothing. And so that's exactly what he did. Watching the happy men women and children walk by, occasionally casting a glance in his general direction. Only to turn away when he looked back with hardened eyes, unaware that his lips had formed a scowl. A few seemed rather confused by his presence. Perhaps the exposed skull and crossbones tattoo on his left bicep and the silly paper chef hat on his head just didn't mesh well for them. At least the guys were right. It did draw a bit more attention. ...But did he really want that? Eyes glanced down at the nearly full tray he held in front of him, only a few of the morsels missing. Mumbling grew louder for a moment, turning into more of a growl. "Damn people aint hungry..." |
[/b] Worst of all, he wasn't supposed to come back until he got rid of all the samples. Or until they closed. He looked up at the sky for a moment, squinting at the clouds as he tried to guesstimate the time of day. It couldn't any later than one o'clock. An annoyed grunt rumbled out from his throat, attention returning to the crowd. This just wasn't working... It was beginning to seem like more drastic measures would be needed if he wanted to take this stupid sign off any time soon. It was then he finally became aware of his facial muscles, making the effort to conceal his frustrations. Though the blank expression to replace it wasn't much better. With a deep breath, Ashley moved towards the clusters of people, clearly forced steps leading him up to his first group of...customers? "Free samples." While he managed to keep a straight face, there was a hint of annoyance and frustration in his otherwise monotone voice. It appeared to make the family a bit uncomfortable, as they simply shook their heads and nudged their children forward. Eyes followed as they made their way off, watching them until they got lost in the clusters. "Damn it." With another annoyed grunt, he continued to search for...anyone really. TIMESTAMP: 3/29/2012[style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by william on Sept 25, 2012 21:39:49 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ YOUR SILENCE WILL NOT PROTECT YOU ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Still full from a decent-sized lunch in the dining hall, and with no classes until later that evening, William had decided to take a trip off the college campus, to someplace other than his place of work. He took the bus, standing in the aisle and holding onto a pole to avoid having to share a seat with someone, all the way down to the beach. Now, it was still not quite hot enough to make use of the water and its waves, though there were some adventurous souls out there anyway. Instead, Will walked down across the long wooden planks that made up the Santa Monica Pier.
Finding what seemed to be a satisfying spot, he settled himself onto one of the many benches that lined the pier. He sat on the very end, setting his backpack next to him on the bench to make sure no one would be tempted to sit next to him. Though that never really ended up being a problem anyway, Will didn't like taking his chances. Taking his notebook and pencil out, he brought his feet up onto the bench and started looking around for something to sketch. He settled for what was right in front of him.
Pencil making its way haphazardly around the page, tracing and lightly etching, lines appearing, being erased, and then appearing again, shapes began to take shape on the page before him. In the background, one of the roller coaster was starting to make its initial decent on the very first hill. He had to keep coming back to work on that one, waiting for another group of people to make it to the top of the climb. The foreground consisted of vague outlines that were probably going to end up looking like the small bait and tackle fishing shops set up in front of him. A lone fishing pole leaned against the railing of the pier in the far corner, the line disappearing off the page where it entered the water.
But to him, one of the main elements of his picture, wasn't what one would call the most picturesque of moments, compared to the rest of the drawing. A man a bit to the left of him, with a sour, blank, uninviting, and at some times, desperate face, holding a tray of oysters, wearing a sign for some local food shop. He was clearly trying to peddle off the free samples, probably wouldn't be allowed off work until he did so, but no one seemed to want them, or to be near him. It was a rather sad sight to William, and he felt compelled to draw it.
He had just finished sketching the straight edges of the sign and tray, and when he looked up again, he found that the man was starting to move. Now that wouldn't do! He couldn't finish his drawing like that, and he hated not finishing something. He contemplated what he could do about this situation for a very long time, watching him unsuccessfully try to go up to groups and get them to try the oysters. He tapped his chin thoughtfully with his pencil. Maybe, if he were to take some of the oysters, other people would be less intimidated and want some as well? Then the man would be forced to stand still while he served them, giving him more time to work on sketching out his features.
Shouldering his pack, Will hugged his notebook to his chest, stood up, and walked after the man. Approaching him quietly, he tapped the man on the arm with his pencil to try and get his attention. "Uh, excuse me? I'll try one," he stated, trying to keep his voice level and loud enough to actually be heard. He looked between the sign and the tray, never actually looking directly up at the man. He could do that later when he was sketching, and not having to socially interact with someone.
((I noticed you didn't specify a time stamp. Would it be okay to say it happened before Event 01 thread? Because I'd really like to participate in a thread with someone!)) [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ Ashley ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 05px; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px;]❝ Some Words ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Morino/a19.jpg);][/style][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style]
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Post by sasha on Sept 26, 2012 21:30:47 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid;] [style=border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; width: 245px; float: right;]artranturium  She had found herself at the beach, her messenger bag full of homework hung across her chest. Her dark eyes scanned the area, happy faces everywhere, how many were fake Sasha wondered to herself as she stayed on the concrete part of the beach not daring to step into the sand, the particles it left behind annoyed her to no end when she would walk upon the solid concrete once more.
Her gaze then went up and over to a park not too far off, the sounds of joy and laughter echoed to her, her never changing dull gaze gave a slow blink and away she went, observing people and how they acted.
It was just another day.
Walking slowly, her hands in the pockets of her shorts Sasha stopped at a distance watching a man attempting to hand out samples of something to people. Here’s where the real emotions of people come out, no one would go up to him and she couldn’t blame them. He didn’t seem to enjoy the fact he was out here giving out samples and possibly annoyed that no one was taking anything. A sigh left her lips, just as she was about to leave an older boy stepped up and offered to take a sample.
Sasha rose an eyebrow, from what she’s seen, this is typically the spark that gets people to come up and take samples. She looked at people who too were now paying attention as the boy took a clam, what a brave soul. A light tsk left her lips as she slowly walked up. Might as well give people some initiation to get something, get the poor man out of the sun and back to his job, whatever that would be.
”Yeah, I’ll try some as well.” She said as she walked up, Sasha took an oyster looking at it with displeasing eyes. Thinking about it she had never tried anything like this before; bottoms up?
It was just another day, right?
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Post by ashley on Sept 26, 2012 21:53:14 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]—THE MEANEST THING HE EVER DID[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]HE WENT AND NAMED ME "SUE"[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Focus remained on the patrons of the pier as they went about their business, continuing to ignore him for the most part. He really didn't seem to want to give up on his new strategy, as he kept on approaching people. Over and over he bluntly offered free samples while shoving the tray into their faces. Shockingly enough, this technique continued to fail him for unknown to pitiful salesman. The trouble he was having to go to to give out free food left him dumbfounded. His frustrations were slowly building up inside, eyes growing hard once more as he continued his mission. Somehow he was even less successful at this point, some people not even responding to his offer. Though by this point they likely sounded more like demands. The hint of irritation in his voice grew more and more prominent with each rejection, only lowering his already minimal success rate. It was taking every once of his self control not to simply throw the tray in the face of those who declined. Or maybe push them to the ground and shove the oysters down their throats. At least that way he could say that people tried them... Just as the fantasy started to slowly form in his mind, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Despite his inner intensity he manged to keep his cool, turning in a surprisingly calm manner. His words... confused him for a moment. "You... Want one? He stared blankly at William for a moment, gears in his head slowly turning to churn out the analysis of what just happened. When he arrived at his results, his face visibly softened, leaving him with his usual blank expression. "Sure, you could have one. Or three. Hell, take as many as you can carry. I don't give a shit." He held the tray out at arms length, more like he was holding a baby with a full diaper. His tone was much calmer than before, most of the irritation from before having vanished. The exhausted chef looked over his shoulder as he held the oysters out to one of the few people that seemed to want his little snacks. He had to wonder what it was that got this guy over here. It wasn't as if he approached him like he did that last few people. Maybe it was one of the few that would have come up if he had just sat there? Ashley took in a deep breath before turning back to Will, watching to see if would enjoy the food. He seemed oddly familiar... Something about him gave him the feeling that he had seen him someplace before. Head cocked to the side slightly as his eyes narrowed into a squint. The hair, the pencil, the notepad...Even his clothes seemed familiar. It seemed as if he had seen him recently. In fact, it could have been just moments ago. But where? Well, he knew one good way to find out. "Do I-" Once again, he was interrupted by the approach of yet another willing to sample his dish. The combination of his past thoughts and her sudden willingness to come up to him brought about another look of confusion. This one more so than the last, his eyebrows furrowing as his mind boggled. Words were unable to form until she actually reached out and took an oyster from the tray. "Well...Enjoy. I made em' myself." It didn't even occur to him that the oysters would likely have cooled down considerably by this point. While they were of good quality when fresh, the flavor would be slightly diminished. [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]
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Post by william on Oct 2, 2012 14:23:06 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ YOUR SILENCE WILL NOT PROTECT YOU ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]William had to blink a few times as the tray was shoved into his face. The other man's attitude had seemed to take a 180 when he had offered to take one of the oysters off his hands. Reaching out cautiously, half expecting the man to do another 180 spin on him, he took one of the oysters. Just as he was picking it clean, another person came up to them, a woman. His idea seemed to have worked.
But now he was faced with another problem. Like the fact that he couldn't find a way to excuse himself from the man, since it seemed like he'd been trying to ask him something, and the crowd on the pier was making it difficult to move away from him. Plus the fact that there were two people's attention on him. He fidgeted nervously with his sketchpad as he swallowed down the oyster.
With the chef's attention on the girl, William quickly hid his face under his bangs, hoping the man hadn't seen it. The oyster.... really wasn't that good. It must have been sitting out for a while. And the man had made them himself? That just made him feel worse about not liking it. "It's... good..." he managed to get out, avoiding their looks. Now that the other had stopped walking around, he just wanted to go back to sketching. Get some water first, but he needed to finish his drawing before his unknowing model decided to move off again.[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ Ashley ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 05px; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px;]❝ Some Words ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Morino/a19.jpg);][/style][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style]
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Post by sasha on Oct 2, 2012 17:09:11 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid;] [style=border-bottom: 1px #bdbdbd solid; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; width: 245px; float: right;]artranturium After her bottoms up she was impressed, it was actually pretty good for her first trying. Her face even showed it which was kind of rare for her. Of course he was right, it had cooled down slight but the flavor was still there. After the boy next to her affirmed that it was good she decided to put her two cents in.
”It’s good sir.” She gave a reaffirming smile, of course another rare sight. Sasha looked over at the boy, he seemed stuck, well now both are since more people started to stroll over curious about what was being handed out, plus free stuff is free, right? He seemed to be looking down, but it was hard to tell with his bangs hiding him. ”You now, it’s not nice to look down when complimenting someone.” Her brows furrowed together, even if she could be a cold person, she knew her matters.
[ooc: short post, so many sorries out to both of y'all DDD:]
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Post by ashley on Oct 3, 2012 16:48:30 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]—THE MEANEST THING HE EVER DID[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]HE WENT AND NAMED ME "SUE"[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]He nodded slowly as they both enjoyed the treats, eyes slowly switching between the two. Good, they seemed to like it. Attention then slowly drifted down to his tray, eyelids lowering slightly as he stared down. He still had over a dozen of these things to give out. At least he managed to get two more of them out of the way. Without such optimism, he knew he wasn't going to make it through the day. He still had to wonder what it was that attracted these two to him. Maybe if he just stood in the middle of the walkway people would take them. After all, they wouldn't have any choice but to approach him. Then again, they would probably just end up circling around him or just avoid eye contact. Assholes. He looked up at the two before him once again, a brow rising in curiosity as the Sasha addressed the boy.Was his hair in front of his face just a second ago? Eh, probably. It wasn't like he was paying much attention to his face. He just wanted them to eat the damn treats. Ashley glanced towards Sasha, expression remaining still. "Don't bug him about it. I don't give a shit. As long as he says liked the food. |
[/font] Wait, they said they liked the food. That sudden realization gave him an idea... Taking a step back, he curled a finger around his chin, now balancing the tray on one hand. "....Hm." Yes... Yes. This could work. In fact, it couldn't fail! They both looked far more approachable than he ever could. Though the girl didn't seem too happy, she was cute enough to make up for it. And that guy didn't look like he could hurt a fly. The older ladies would probably find him adorable. He stood silent as he examined them, unchanging face hiding how proud of he was of his plan. It was rare that he actually had such a well thought out plan. Maybe the desperation kicked his brain into gear. Hand finally moved away from his face, allowing him to regain his firm two-hand hold on the tray. Even his grip seemed more relaxed now that he finally had some customers. If one could even call them that. He didn't even bother putting thought into how he was going to approach this situation. All that planning from before was more than enough. Instead he opted to blurt it out in the simplest way possible. "You guys are gonna help me."[/font] Why bother posing it as a question? That would only open it up for rejection. This way they wouldn't have a choice but to help him. "Go tell people who good these things are and drag them over here."[/font] With that, he pointed off towards the crowds of people. Yeah. This could work. (I apologize for possible lack of quality. I’m kinda sick over here. =X) [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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