Farren Summers is not a babymaker (abusingsarcasm) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-12 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-01, farren, josh |
how about a little customer service?
WHO | Farren & Josh
WHERE | Bits & Bytes
WHEN | Morning
Farren had had more than enough of the big pile of nothing that was happening over at the high school. Her little brother and sister were still trapped inside and all the outsiders had learned was that drilling didn't do jack shit to get them out. Not like the drilling bothered her; she wasn't some tree hugging elemental crying over how the drills were giving the earth a big boo-boo. Farren would have barreled through the barrier with dynamite and a tank if it meant that she could get her family out of that godforsaken school. But she couldn't do that. On the one hand, she knew it wouldn't work. On the other, it was illegal and she was short on explosives. The Summers house was in complete chaos with the youngest wolves trapped inside of the school; Farren hadn't seen her parents in such agitated states since... well, ever to be honest. They were all taking turns standing guard outside of the barrier with the rest of Scarlet Oak. The whole thing had Farren feeling restless, abrasive, and oh so easy to set off. Which explained why she wasn't sleeping so well and why she was so desperate to get her thoughts to focus on something else.
Video games did nothing to improve her temper, she realized about halfway through a zombie deathmatch with someone out in Tokyo. Of course, she didn't realize it until a string of Japanese curse words came flying through her headphones. With videogames out, Farren tried to distract herself with her computer -- the one that was bought specifically for college stuff -- but for some reason, the damned thing wouldn't turn on. She made sure it was plugged up, took the battery out and shoved it back in, but nothing worked. Not even slapping it a time or two brought a spark of life. When she finally exhausted all of her resources, Farren began cussing under her breath and pulled on a pair of tennis shoes before snatching up the laptop and heading outside.
She'd never been over to Bits and Bytes, but her mother stopped by the neighboring bakery from time to time, so Farren knew were the shop was. She'd heard about it from someone at one point or another; probably some nerdy customer coming in and whining about the memory on the hard drive or something else that was completely Greek to her. Sure, she liked video games, but it was mainly for the competition. She didn't know anything about RAM or gigabytes or any of that jazz. All she knew was that if it was plugged in, it ought to work. So when she stepped into the shop, the little bell jingling over head, she had a scowl plastered onto her face. She walked up to the counter and slammed her computer against it, glancing around only to see no one there.
"Hey. Excuse me! Anybody working around here?"