Jesse Bryan Holmes (jackedupwere) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-04-19 17:23:00 |
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Week Eight. Monday Afternoon. Open!
Who: Jesse and ANYONE!
Where: Puck's Ice Cream Paradise at the mall.
When: 6pmish, Monday
What: Jesse's first real day at work.
Jesse sometimes like to think of what hell was when he went to church for special occasions he found himself that bored. He thought of it as a machine based torture chamber where flames constantly licked your feet and cartoon devils poked at you with pitchforks. He also thought of the room of irony so to speak like if someone was greedy, they'd be in a room of food but never be able to eat any of it. Both those images caused him to get a smile to form on his face which would get him an elbow in his shoulder from his mother to get him to behave. No, Jesse began to realize what hell truly was and it involved being in a white uniform with a triangle soda jerk hat and a pink apron with pink cups and utensils and a sign with glitter on it and annoying cartoon faerie on most of the merchandise. Ice cream was a plenty with a variety of flavors including classics like chocolate and vanilla but there was also the supernatural flavors like blood-flavored and pixie dust which was just vanilla with a little bit of sparkles in it for show. Blood-flavored made not only the werewolf curious but also hungry. He noticed the intensity when he growled slightly at it which reminded him that it was the week of the full moon. D'oh!
Jesse's new boss was a constantly cheerful fey named Puck. The resemblance of Puck and the fey on the merchandise was astonishing! Jesse had to bite his lip to keep from laughing his butt off at his boss's manner. He did give Puck credit, though, training was simple. The most difficult bit of the job was operating the blender which Jesse already made a milkshake over the wall. Next time, he'd remember the cover. Within an hour, Puck left Jesse to his own devices as he went off to pick up a delivery.
Since it was a Monday night around dinner, Jesse found himself quite bored. Leaning against the wall, he stared hard at the blood-flavored ice cream. He was so curious! What did it taste like? Would eating a bit of it be stealing? Finally, he told himself that he should taste it so he could "sell" it properly then silently congratulated himself for being so into his job already. Looking for a sign of anyone around who would turn him in, he scooped a bit of the strange flavored ice cream and plopped it into a dish. Returning to his leaning spot, he attempted to look cool as he ate the half a scoop of ice cream. Oh, now he just wanted a nice rare stake. He was hungry and didn't have time to eat dinner before he came to work.