Post by darkiron on Apr 6, 2012 12:00:30 GMT -5
The neon "open" sign gave a dull buzz outside the shop. A sign squeaked in the slight wind that blew through. The wood sign simply read "The Modest Invention. Solving your problems so you don't have to!" This tiny shop wedged between a clothing store and a solicitors office seemed dilapidated, run down, and abandoned besides the glowing sign. The curtains were drawn and nothing sat in the displays. It wasn't until you walked into the dim lighting of the store itself that you actually saw some semblance of a life form that exists. Pizza boxes, doughnut boxes and discarded soda cans littered the front counter. On the shelves sit odd contraptions, making the shop almost seem like some sort of novelty store where one could pick up fake poop to get a rise out of their mates.
The still of the shop however was interrupted by a sudden eruption from the back of the shop. A curtain that covered billowed with smoke rushing out from the bottom. A hacking cough of a woman came as she rushed out. The white tank top she wore was covered in soot along with her fair skin. Her short pink hair was frizzed out, looking like the sort of thing one gets from a pillow that spent too long in a dryer. Her pink pajamas with sheep all over them suffered the same fate as the rest of her, blackened by soot. Looking down at herself, the bedroom shoes she wore still intact, she attempted to brush off the soot. Shaking her head, she looked back at the curtain, a sigh passing her lips.
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Locking up her shop, Haruko Isodo spun around and looked into the night. Her duster coat flapping behind her slightly before she took off down the street in a hurried gait. Her hands jammed into her coat, she grumbled slightly, buttoned white shirt and waist coat clinging to her body much like the shorts and long brown socks she wore. He flat worn out black boots tamped against the pavement as she took to adjusting the aviator goggles resting on her forehead. She looked, odd, to the common man, but she never did seem to give a care. Her demeanor chased off most passers by, looking grouchy with whispers in the crowd saying "that mad woman" and "the crazed shopkeep." They were but so much smoke in her nose as she continued towards a small shop on the strip she worked on. Unfortunately to her, it was closed.
She jiggled the door as though she were trying to break it down, growling as she did so. Scratching her head, she took out a small phone from her pocket and took note of the time. It was one in the morning, and it was Wednesday! When did Wednesday happen? The last she looked it was still Thursday...of last week! She palmed her forehead and thought about heading back to her shop before her stomach growled. The last time she'd even considered eating was a mystery to her as well, and all the proper shops to get groceries were closed. She frowned, now considering her predicament before turning to look at a still open diner. It seemed rather empty though the prospect of getting any kind of interaction with another person made her cringe.
With no real choice however, she moved across the empty street and towards the diner. A cheerful ding of the bell above the door caused her to pause as well as the flooding of light into her eyes. Rubbing them, she began pondering why florescent lights were so blasted popular if they offended the sense of sight. Perhaps it was just her she thought, seeing others in the diner merrily engaging in conversation. The front area had stools over looking the cooking area as well as various pastries in glass holders. As she sat down, the man behind the counter reluctantly approached her.
"What'll ya have?" he asked, with a look about him that something would invariably explode should he get too near. Haruko set her green, hungry eyes to the cake that lay behind the glass next to her.
"Coffee, and whatever that cake behind the glass is," she responded quite curtly. The man nodded, shuffling off to retrieve the coffee. Bringing it back, he set it down and offered her sugar. She tipped the container over, spilling it's contents into the swirling black liquid. Though to most it would only take a second to get the proper amount, she held the container upside down for nearly half a minute, just watching the grains fall. Quickly, she tipped it back upright and set it down, grabbing the sthingy next to her hand and began stirring the coffee. The man fumbled over a few words having watched the specticle before thinking better of it and getting the cake the woman requested. Setting it down before her with a fork, he moved away once more to tend to the other customers, leaving Haruko to stare at the coffee and the cake.
Her green eyes glazed over it seemed as she took in the coffee, as though she were deep in thought. Time slowed at least to her as she continued to stare, her cake remaining untouched. This was, of course when she decided to take the fork out and start bending it in odd shapes, staring at it as she continued bending it. The man behind the counter simply went about his day, though his face twisted almost as though he were the one behind bent about by the woman.
The still of the shop however was interrupted by a sudden eruption from the back of the shop. A curtain that covered billowed with smoke rushing out from the bottom. A hacking cough of a woman came as she rushed out. The white tank top she wore was covered in soot along with her fair skin. Her short pink hair was frizzed out, looking like the sort of thing one gets from a pillow that spent too long in a dryer. Her pink pajamas with sheep all over them suffered the same fate as the rest of her, blackened by soot. Looking down at herself, the bedroom shoes she wore still intact, she attempted to brush off the soot. Shaking her head, she looked back at the curtain, a sigh passing her lips.
......................
Locking up her shop, Haruko Isodo spun around and looked into the night. Her duster coat flapping behind her slightly before she took off down the street in a hurried gait. Her hands jammed into her coat, she grumbled slightly, buttoned white shirt and waist coat clinging to her body much like the shorts and long brown socks she wore. He flat worn out black boots tamped against the pavement as she took to adjusting the aviator goggles resting on her forehead. She looked, odd, to the common man, but she never did seem to give a care. Her demeanor chased off most passers by, looking grouchy with whispers in the crowd saying "that mad woman" and "the crazed shopkeep." They were but so much smoke in her nose as she continued towards a small shop on the strip she worked on. Unfortunately to her, it was closed.
She jiggled the door as though she were trying to break it down, growling as she did so. Scratching her head, she took out a small phone from her pocket and took note of the time. It was one in the morning, and it was Wednesday! When did Wednesday happen? The last she looked it was still Thursday...of last week! She palmed her forehead and thought about heading back to her shop before her stomach growled. The last time she'd even considered eating was a mystery to her as well, and all the proper shops to get groceries were closed. She frowned, now considering her predicament before turning to look at a still open diner. It seemed rather empty though the prospect of getting any kind of interaction with another person made her cringe.
With no real choice however, she moved across the empty street and towards the diner. A cheerful ding of the bell above the door caused her to pause as well as the flooding of light into her eyes. Rubbing them, she began pondering why florescent lights were so blasted popular if they offended the sense of sight. Perhaps it was just her she thought, seeing others in the diner merrily engaging in conversation. The front area had stools over looking the cooking area as well as various pastries in glass holders. As she sat down, the man behind the counter reluctantly approached her.
"What'll ya have?" he asked, with a look about him that something would invariably explode should he get too near. Haruko set her green, hungry eyes to the cake that lay behind the glass next to her.
"Coffee, and whatever that cake behind the glass is," she responded quite curtly. The man nodded, shuffling off to retrieve the coffee. Bringing it back, he set it down and offered her sugar. She tipped the container over, spilling it's contents into the swirling black liquid. Though to most it would only take a second to get the proper amount, she held the container upside down for nearly half a minute, just watching the grains fall. Quickly, she tipped it back upright and set it down, grabbing the sthingy next to her hand and began stirring the coffee. The man fumbled over a few words having watched the specticle before thinking better of it and getting the cake the woman requested. Setting it down before her with a fork, he moved away once more to tend to the other customers, leaving Haruko to stare at the coffee and the cake.
Her green eyes glazed over it seemed as she took in the coffee, as though she were deep in thought. Time slowed at least to her as she continued to stare, her cake remaining untouched. This was, of course when she decided to take the fork out and start bending it in odd shapes, staring at it as she continued bending it. The man behind the counter simply went about his day, though his face twisted almost as though he were the one behind bent about by the woman.
