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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:26 pm
A quick way to pick up some easy cash was to wander by the demon dorm's board. The lazy jackers tended to look for other people to do what they didn't want to do all the time, and were willing to pay for it. With Rikki still out of town, Roch was out of luck when it came to working the casino, so he found himself staring blankly at the help wanted ads for a long, long moment.
Then he turned and headed back to his dorm.
Ten minutes later the punk boil was coming back to the dorm, a little black wagon behind him, squeaking merrily along its way. He checked the piece of paper he'd taken off the board again and headed for the room in question.
"Yo!" he called as he knocked on the door. "Here for the transporting job!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:12 pm
A few days to move in and look about the school soon taught the imp that the campus was not only large, but did not entertain the idea of private drivers or selective transportation. While he did enjoy the separate dorm buildings and that the demon dorms were higher than the rest, which was appropriate, with having shorter legs, everything became twice as far away. Not wanting to be winded or looking faint for the entirety of the semester, not to mention inconveniencing himself with having to wake up early just to make it in time for class, he did what any decent demon would. He set up at ad to find some hired help. Why was HE doing all the work?
When the knock came, TG was laying on his bed, the fireplace turned up on full blast to a sauna sweet temperature and playing Angry Crows. Looking to the door, he was about to ask someone to get it when he had to remind himself that, here, he had no one to fetch the door. Sighing at the world for making him go to his own door, he hopped down and opened it.
He took a look at the boil who looked like, at first glance, a reaper. This confused him. The ad for help had him thinking some undead or monster would be arriving, but a reaper. "You want the job?" He asked. TG had to be sure the reaper just didn't have someone under him he was volunteering first.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:17 pm
"Sure, I've transported a lot of stuff in my life--most of it illegal, of course--so where's the stuff and where do you want it delivered to?" he asked, looking over the little guy's head (FAR over the guy's head) for some sort of package. "Is it in the back or somethin?" he asked, moving and revealing the little black wagon behind him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:23 pm
TG looked at the boil for a moment, noticing not only how open he was to admit he wasn't a good boil by any standards, but that he was okay with admitting it to a stranger. This spoke a lot about his character, and then it twisted when he thought he was delivering a package. TG stood by the door, blocking the boil from entering his room just yet. Annabel, his cockatrice, was puffing up on her perk and was watching them, territorial of the room after settling into it after a few days.
"Not a package. I need the transportation. Someone who could either become a way to travel or a chauffeur position..." And then his eyes went to the little wagon. ".....what is that?" He pointed, as if he had seen some black cat walk in and honk up a hairball.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:28 pm
"Little black wagon, it's awesome for pop runs for parties," Roch said, frowning slightly at the little guy. "But I figured this would be a one time thing," he admitted. "You need to find a different way to get around," he went on with a shrug. "But hell, I've got a free day, maybe I could help you find somethin," he said, looking at the little demon thoughtfully. "If you're interested, that is."
Then he broke into a grin. "Let's go to Boneic's!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:43 pm
Pop. He was going to drive him around in a - a cart, that was used for grocery shopping. He wasn't some cheap soda picked up from the local store. This just would NOT do!
However, this boil was the only one that had answered his ad, and not only that, he was a reaper. This amounted to him listening, and inspecting the tip of his tail a moment, he sighed. "I suppose if you know of alternatives, then spending one day to find another source of transport would be better than wasting time and money either hiring someone else for a long duration or just waiting for someone else that would be less reliable. You at least look like a decent applicant." He moved to grab his jacket, buttoning it up and grabbing his phone before he headed to the door.
"How far is Boneic's? Are we walking there?" Ugh. This was the exact problem he had been wanting to hire someone for. "Do you have a ride there?" He hoped he knew of a taxi service.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 7:50 pm
"Get a pillow and hop in," Roch said. "This place is totally worth it, hot chicks in bikinis and skates, but more importantly, the MOST AWESOME shakes in the jackin' world," he said. "And it's almost dinner time! You can pay me by feedin' me!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:30 pm
TG would not have considered sitting in a wagon like this in any other circumstance but being promised that he was being taken to a local hot spot for hotties had him reconsidering. Not only that, but it required no walking on his part, and paying the reaper the price of a meal. A hobo's wage in the end, and with a reaper. That in itself was enough to have him pursing his lips before walking over and looking over the mound of pillows on his bed and selecting a large, black one and walking over. He flopped it on the wagon and made sure it was covering the wagon nicely. Riding it was one thing, but actually touching it was another thing.
Then, in a puff of smoke, TG appeared on top of the cushion and adjusted himself. "Alright. I feed you and you take me there. Shut the door behind you." He indicated, now that he was in the wagon, and then leaned back. It was a good thing he was hungry too.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:57 pm
"One thing," Roch said as he looked at the demon. "Try an' look like you know what we're doin, okay?" he said as he headed out the room, closing the door behind him and heading out of the building. There he grabbed the skateboard that was leaning against the outer wall and dropped it on the ground, shoving off and pulling the wagon behind him. It seemed he had done this often.
"Boneic's a fast food joint that specializes in ghouls that can inline skate," he told the demon over his shoulder. "We'll check out the skates and ask some questions, then if you think those will work, we'll go to the maul."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:15 pm
TG only reclined back, closed his eyes, and placed his hands behind his head. "I always look like I know what I'm doing." He pointed out, and gestured for the boil to lead the way. As long as he saw some nice ghouls at a decent eatery, the trip would be worth it. As for skates, hmmm - he wasn't sure about that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:18 pm
Roch almost laughed. Tiny little guy BIG attitude. Ah, man, demons were such a pain in the a**--but interesting all at the same time, he thought as he lazily skateboarded off the school campus and down the path that led into town. He was wearing his jacket, since it was only now starting to warm up, and he hadn't bothered to take the patch off, so his tattoo didn't show.
"What's your name?" he asked abruptly. "You're a first year, right?" He would have remembered this little guy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:25 pm
Now this. This was traveling. That or a car. What he wouldn't GIVE to just be driven everywhere again. However, this was much better than the alternative of walking everywhere as he had been doing days before. Now if only he could just wiggle his way into getting this boil to upgrade the wagon, wearing a uniform, and agreeing to drive him with little to no cost to him.
As he mused about how this could be done, he opened his eyes to look up at the boil from his cushion. "TG. What's yours?" It was a good thing he was a reaper or else he wouldn't have bothered to ask his name.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 9:31 pm
"Roch," Roch said. "Roch Scythe," he added. "I'm a grim reaper," he went on. "Just in case it ain't obvious. Got the scythe and everything!" He seemed to know exactly where he was going, because he turned down the fork that led AWAY from the maul and into a different part of the town. "My granddad owns a place out here, so I wind up coming to this part a lot," he explained as he headed down a slightly shadier street.
Then he stopped in front of the strangest thing. It looked sort of like a cafe, but all the tables were outside. Ghouls of all types, but all cute and in great shape skated around on four wheels, carrying trays. The bikinis weren't in appearance, but they were wearing short shorts and stockings that went up to mid thigh. Their shirts were skin tight, as well.
"Roch!" one of them said with a bright grin, waving at him. "Hi! Did you come to play for us again?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 11:49 pm
"TG. Demon. Imp, though I'm no where close to being from around here. We tend to live in ...warmer areas." More near volcanoes, where it was actually NICE outside instead of this bitter weather that was a constant here. What he wouldn't do to have a nice piping hot crack in the ground right now to vent some nice heat around here. It was a good thing his room at least had a fireplace or else he'd be buying heaters left and right to make up for it. As for Roch Scythe, he supposed having a local around these parts was a good thing. That way he could find the best places for whatever he may so desire. Certainly a contact to have in his back pocket.
Roch certainly was a boil of his word. When the wagon slowed, TG sat up and saw more delicious entries walking about than being carried on any tray. Smiling, he looked about and then jumped off the wagon, making sure to straighten his jacket and fluff the fur around the hem of his coat. There was no way he was going to hit on any ladies when he was in a wagon. TOTALLY not cool.
Walking alongside the boil, he noticed the ghouls and then made a very clear 'ahem" for Roch to do some introducing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:20 am
"I might! If you're willing to pay for it," Roch said shamelessly. He glanced down at the "Ahem" and grinned at the sight of the demon. "Shelly, this is TG, he's really interested in finding a faster way around our jackin' huge campus," he told her. "So I thought of you guys first!"
The little reaper ghoul looked down at the imp, then leaned forward, her hands on her knees--it was a condescending pose, in a way, used for children and pets--but it gave a wonderful view, so Roch didn't see the demon boil complaining. "You're interested in inline skating?" she asked TG. "Oh, it's so much fun!!"
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