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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:29 am
|| Grandmas and their baggage. || " Ey Friday! Feel free to head on home after cleaning up the counter. I already took care of the rest. Consider this as a thanks for taking care of my shift the other morning." Sally, Friday's co-worker at the bakery, announced from one of the backrooms. Things being placed here and there could be heard.
" Oh yeah? Thanks Sally! Saturday is still happening right? Cuz I cleared my schedule just for you. " Friday moved over the the other room's entrance, peeking in to spot his female friend moving everything to it's rightful place. " The Boss for the Cafe joint was more than willing to give me the day off. I rather not spend the day all cramped up. I'll suffocate! "
" Hardiharhar Friday. Dun worry about it foo'. We'll dance the night away Saturday! Till mornin'! " Sally took the nearest broom and displayed the sort of dancing she had in mind.
" Ohhhh Sally! Save it for the boys, kay? I'll be leaving now. Make sure to close up the place. See ya! " Friday moved as he spoke, his voice raising as his distance from his friend increased. By the time the last words were spoken the twenty year old had already exited, welcomed into the calm streets of Aimes. The sun was setting, a chilly breeze now giving the skin a quick chill over. Night was making it's way! This mostly meant the citizens were on their way home but for the younger folk it brought excitement for the night life.
Bars would draw in it's customers with live bands playing invigorating tunes. Everyone would drink and dance till the early hours of the morning. Laughing, wobbling, and smiling they'd make their way home to catch up on the sleep they had missed out on. This is what Friday was expecting to happen the night of Saturday. " Hahahaha! Can't waiiiiitt! " Friday exclaimed, the excitement obviously present in his voice.
Smiling brightly Friday's glistening eyes looked on forward, though his imagination prevented him to truly realize the scenery. This was normal for just about anyone! Walking the same route over and over. Eventually the passing trees, benches, bushes all became rather boring. So the imagination usually kicked in to keep the walk to the destination a bit more fulfilling. Thoughts of wielding a blade soon entered the young adult's mind and off we went on some grand adventure ( Imaginary of course ).
" Friday! "
A elderly voice drew him back into realizing what was in front of him. It belonged to short and puggy grandmother. She stared at the young man before her with hopeful eyes, placing the two large bags she had been carrying on the floor. Friday blinked a few times in curiosity before acknowledging who the woman was. " Oh hello Marjorie! Hope you enjoyed the bread you came to pick up this morning. Did the grandson enjoy it? " Friday spoke with familiarity. This woman stopped by frequently to the bakery and even the cafe! Marjorie was obviously a fan of his.
" Oh yes yes! Derwin loved the sandwiches I made using the bread. Ahhh...He is such a cute young man you know! Maybe you two could meet up? You know? " Marjorie winked and gave a quick nudge. She had been trying her best for the past few weeks to set up some blind date between the two. Friday managed to declined every time. The though of dating anyone, especially younger, was not so appealing at this point of his life. Freedom is all he wanted. To do whatever came to mind without having to answer to anyone!
" Ohohoho Marjorie you silly woman. " Friday forced out a laugh in response to her suggestion. " You know very well that I have no intentions of meeting up with anyone! Now let me help you with your bags. " Friday made sure to end the topic quickly with offering his assistance.
" How sad. I'll pass on the message then. He looked forward to meeting you one day you know. " Marjorie spoke while handing over the bags to the much stronger fellow. Her old bones could barely handle the weight any longer! Even if her home was across the street. Friday seemed to appear just at the right time! " Thank you Friday dear. You do not realize how grateful I am to you. Everyone should be! I ever met anyone as kind as you. Which is why I want you to meet my Derwin. You two would hit it well. I'm certain. "
Friday rolled his eyes as the pair made their way across. Maybe it would have been a good idea to have ignored her. She was so damn close! Not like she needed the help. " Yes yes yes Marjorie. If only I had time to meet up with your lovely Derwin. Sad thing is that I am very busy. Work is all I do you know! Gotta pay the bills. " Friday sighed, placed the bags on her front steps, and turned to make his way. There was a limit of how much he could handle. Marjorie was surely crossing that limit by now.
" I understand sweety. Before you go please accept something I just purchased. My plans were to place it somewhere in the house since it was so pretty but....I feel you should have it. Having something nice in your home would surely be pleasing to the eye! You know they say a nice home takes away all stress? Even makes you live longer! " Marjorie let out a laugh, believing her own made up 'facts'. She dug into one of the bags, shuffling a few things in order to remove something wrapped in newspaper.
An awkward smiled formed on Friday's face. A reward! Heck yes! Listening to the old lady's crazy thoughts was useful after all. Brown eyes focused on the item held in front of him as it was slowly unwrapped. Inside was quite a eye catching bottle. What seemed like paint could be seen decorating the entire inside of the bottle. It even seemed to give off it's own light. In other words...it was beautiful. Friday's eyes widened in surprise of what was being bestowed upon him. Taking the bottle into his own hands Marjorie spoke. " You don't have to say anything. I can tell by your expression that you like it! I'm glad. " She laughed out loud once again before waddling over to her belongings. Turning she spoke one final time. " Hope this persuades you into meeting up with Derwin. "
Friday blocked her off no longer needing to listen to her. The reward was handed over and he was free to depart. Which was what he did. Though the entire time Friday walked home his eyes never left the bottle. The colours were just oh so appealing. 
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 2:21 pm
|| Role Play Entry ||Oh me Oh my.
.:Summary:.
Friday and Sally go out to run some errands after a night of dancing. The two friends split up and Friday enters a seamstress's shop in order to patch up one of his favorite shirts. Inside the young man meets Haru, the seamstress, and the two begin to chat about their bottles that are oddly similar in shape. Suddenly Haru's bottle begins to perform a magical display of cyan lights and water. A sudden gut feeling has Friday leave the shop in a hurry after acquiring his shirt.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 5:08 pm
|| Volcano of Colours! || The odor of fish Friday had become accustomed to filled his nostrils. The scent alone indicated that home was not too distant. Yet it did his current state of mine no good. The glass back at home could be conjuring all sorts of DEMONS in his absence. Friday needed to be there to see if it would display the same enchanting performance Haru's bottle did back in the shop. His heart felt like a cornucopia filled with emotions which had his feet moving at such a quick pace. The sooner he arrived the sooner his mind would finally come to peace. Or worsen. It all depended as to what was behind the wooden door of his cozy home.
At last! There it was.
Friday escalated the sturdy stairs that led to the second floor, the first floor belonging to the elderly couple who rented the place above. They were the most kind most generic couple Friday could ever imagine. Supposedly the two met in their younger years and were inseparable ever since. Load of bull s**t. He could safely assume one of the two held some sort of dark secret. The old man could have had a dark haired mistress who showed him the proper way to love. The grandma on the other hand could have met a sailor way back when and performed sinful things on a boat. The possibilities were endless. Though they would have to wait until after examining the glass work.
All five digits of Friday right hand enveloped the discolored doorknob. Anxiety soon took over. What would his eyes see beyond the entrance? Rainbows and Unicorns? Possibly a leprechaun clasping a pot 'o gold? Or...a colossal blob of colour waiting to open it's mighty jaws at the sight of dinner walking in at any moment. Would Friday's life really end so tragically? Being eaten alive by an amorphous creature? No! Friday's soul was from from it's expiration date. There was plenty of things he needed to accomplish. Buying a home, finding love, owning a cow! Oh so much!
Accumulating the meager amount of courage inside Friday twisted the knob and rammed the door dramatically. What awaited him inside was the familiar household set up. Everything was intact! The bottle remained placed in the center of the table, glowing ever so brightly. Friday chuckled at first then busted into a fit of laughter. " I-i hahahaha! I can't be-be ahahah believe I was thinking all of that! " He planted both hands on his stomach as to bring an end to the uncontrollable laughter. How silly of him. To be convinced by his own mind that there was a deadly blob ready to end his life on the opposite side of the door.
" WOOOO. Deary me. That was a good laugh. Now let me head back to Sally. " Friday continued to giggle as he began to depart.
wigglewaggleclinkclankboom
A lightning fast, wide eyed, stare resulted from the unanticipated clatter. What was taking place before Friday had his jaw dropping. The bottle was trembling fiercely on the table top. Colours were now erupting from the inside, splattering on any surface visible. Oddly enough the splatters immediately took the colour of whatever object it landed on. Yet it clearly was another colour before it landed. This was going against the laws of the universe! In a forward dash Friday attempted to cover the top of the volcanic bottle with his hands. The reds, blues, green, purples, yellows instantly converted to his skin tone on impact.
" What the ******** is this!? " The queerness of the situation was finally hitting him.
The tanned coloured liquid dripped off Friday's hands as he removed the bottle from where it was originally placed. The liquid reverted to it's original colour while midair, until it once again came in contact with another surface. The bottle continued to shake out the liquid from within as if it would continue to squeeze out it's everlasting substance. This of course was no good for Friday. Not matter how wonderful the object made him feel previously it had to be taken care of. Friday could do without such a thing but 'something' inside pushed aside the idea of tossing it away. It had become precious to him, this bottle. No longer was it just a object. It was HIS bottle.
" But come on! I can't keep you if you are going to act up like this! " Friday stomped his foot with authority, honey brown eyes glaring at the overflowing mess.
Just as quickly as it all began the glass stopped.
Friday stood still for what seemed five to ten minutes, staring at the bottle wrapped in his hands. A constant but moderate amount continued to flow. Definitely more desirable than the amount formerly. Had the bottle listened to his command? What sort of liquid was emerging from the bottle? It certainly was not as thick as paint, yet it was just as bright. What about the taking colour of whatever it came into contact with? At least Friday would not have to worry about stains.
" Guess I can put you on some towels. Should take care of any over flowing. But you gotta promise me no more stunts! "
The young man did as he said and made a bed of towels for the glass bottle to sit on. This time Friday kept it near the kitchen sink, in case the problem ever occurred, for easy clean up.
" Kind of upsetting...I wanted a unicorn. "
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:45 am
Monochromatic.
(Dust Spin --> Child Quest*)
With the study scolding of natural parenting skills Friday managed to prevent his brightly coloured bottle from erupting colours all over the place. An impressive accomplishment - getting an inanimate object to obey you! However, kids - or in this case, bottles - don't always learn their lesson first time round and now, about a week after the vibrant volcano incident, Friday has woken to find that the entirety of his house drained of colour! What horror has inflicted the happy-go-lucky character with this cruel attack on his interior decorating? The answer is pretty obvious - sitting on the coffee table is the bottle; an incriminating pool of colour dripping from it's vibrant surface. What does Friday do? Another scolding? Or will he carry through with his original threat and really get rid of the bottle?!
*Please note, there's a minimum word requirement of 500 words for this quest.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:29 pm
|| Take on Me ||
White as far as the eye could see.
Empty. Friday was all alone in this odd world. No colour whatsoever.
A sudden flash of light did not allow him to adjust to the odd scenery.
Particles illuminating various colours began to cluster before Friday.
A tiny figure no more than half his height eerily formed before him.
It extended an arm, a blurred hand beckoned him to come forward..
Friday refused.
" Come on and play! " The figure commanded. Childish laughter soon followed.
Friday woke up bewildered, hazed over eyes looking about frantically. A dream? A odd one at that. Most dealt with floating pieces of cuisine such as roasted chicken, oven baked ham, PIE. Certainly not about ghostly figures ordering him to play. Play what exactly? There was nothing in the scenery except a landscape of white. Plain white canvas. " The hell...Must have ate something weird yesterday. " Sally was partially to blame. Her cooking adventures never ended well. Yet Friday always participated even offering his taste buds for her 'meals'. That's what friends are for after all......right? Whatever the answer was Friday needed to roll out of bed and begin his day. Goldenrod Bakery was part of today's schedule. Sally needed as much help as possible when baking sweets.
Using the bed as a trampoline Friday landed feet first on the wooden floor. It creaked irritably at the man, was that necessary? No matter! Wooden floors had no feelings. Or did they? Why was his mind already trailing off into such a odd route so early in the mourning? That damn pasta! No longer would Sally's meals pass his plumped lips. He'd have to finally learn how to prepare dinner on his own, besides baking cakes. That was certainly not a fit dinner for a growing 'boy'. " Yesserybob. Time to man up and cook for my....self..." Friday's jaw remained open, a odd sound resonating from deep withing his throat. The normally brown bedroom door was white. Not painted, but as if...if it was drained from colour. The details of the door were black outlines. Very similar to a comic book. A COMIC BOOK. Certainly not suitable for real life.
Rage filled Friday's body as he yanked the door open and was sweetly welcomed by a colourless room. The flowers, kitchen sink, cabinets, table, everything that he had so perfectly chosen for his tiny home had all become dull. Accusing eyes glared at the culprit, a colourful glass bottle happily shaking in place. " I knew it. I knewwwww it. We were fine all week you know! Best of buddies even! " Friday paced back and forth from the 'bleached' part of his home to the lively lit bedroom. " You leaked all over yet I treated you with respect but this is how you repay me? " Friday stopped to toss the villain a pained glance. " Betrayed. That is the best word I can use to describe this situation. I loved, cared, homed you! Is that even a word? HOMED? " Was it!?
The bottle spluttered it's colours in response.
Friday gasped.
" Did...did you just spit at me!? " Eyes widened in a mixture of emotions.
Being disrespected in his own home? Friday certainly did not approve. Out with the bottle. This was it's punishment for being completely naughty. A naughty naughty bottle! The two could have worked something out if it hadn't slobbered defiantly. With that mind set Friday stomped forward, his hand hands ready to grasp the bottle's neck. It would be tossed outside for someone that was not himself to deal with. A wild dog could urinate on it for all he cared. " Yeaaah. You'll regret this day. " Friday announced with a cynical smile.
drip
Something had rolled down his cheek. Friday looked down to see what it was. A caramel droplet was ever so present, glowing due to it's white surroundings.
dripdripdrip
A puddle began to accumulate by his bare feet. " Oh no you didn't! " Friday glared once again at the glass. It was now rattling, even moving away from it's placement on the table. Friday was now suffering the same fate as this room. His own colours were now cascading down his body. The multi coloured puddle continued to enlarge until Friday was completely blank. Slowly the colours began to maneuver their way up the table and towards the scoundrel that called to them. It absorbed them quickly, twirled, and continued to splutter. " Why? Why are you being so cruel to me? " Friday finally teared up under the pressure. Why had life suddenly become to odd? Everything was going so well! Wonderful job, amazing friend, fun nights, great food! This is how Aveh repaid all of his good deeds? With a demonic object that just finished having his 'NESS' for breakfast!?
The bottle ceased it's joyful movements.
It began to bleed out a thin black stream. The stream curved and swirled 'writing' a message on the blank table top. Friday read out loud through watery eyes.
" Play with me "
Play? To play with it? How did someone go about joining in playful activities with an inanimate object? No, it wasn't just any piece of glass work. There was obviously more to that especially if it was able to pull off such stunts. Friday's tears dried up with determination. He was going to play with this bottle until it 'screamed' for mercy. They were going to have the greatest time in history. In this apartment. In this country. In this continent. THEY WOULD POSITIVELY BE THE ONLY TWO HAVING THE GREATEST MOST GRANDEST FUN OF ALL TIME!
" Bottle! Lets do this! Spit me out some navy blue! " The sketchy human walked forward with courage, no longer afraid. The bottle complied! Dipping both index fingers Friday began to doodle on the table itself. " I had this weird dream this morning. A little...figure asked me to play. Just like you! So in the spirit of all that is play I figured I'd make a quick sketch of what it looked liked. " Friday surprisingly remembered a few important details. It's torso was adorned with a lovely raincoat while a umbrella towered high above it's head. On second thought Friday did not recall much. Hair and eyes were included for the sake of it looking some what human. " What do you think? Pretty cute, eh? " Friday chortled.
Much to his surprise (colourless rooms, and own self obviously not teaching him to expect anything) the doodle became animated. With a pop the little guy had risen from it's canvas and waved at the larger sketch, Friday. An awkward smile formed on the man in reply, unsure of how to feel exactly. Though the doodle remained flat even after escaping it's 2D prison it managed to move around rather easily. It's first destination was the bottle where it collected various colours with the umbrella. A tiny hand signaled for Friday to keep at a close distance. " So little guy...what do you have planned for the three of us to do? " It went on it's knees and began to draw.
More drawing? Not that Friday cared, just seemed so childish to do. Obviously their definition of play had it's differences. He took in a deep breath as to sigh but quickly had himself remember the determination that invigorated his body less than two minutes ago. Fun must be had in this household! Especially if Friday wanted it and himself to regain their missing colours. Dipping all five digits into a forming puddle he dove right in the the picture the doodle had initiated. The doodle decorated the bottom of their image with grass while Friday included a large tree. Apples were then added by the doodle and Friday decided to give the grass some yellow flowers. A neon yellow sun was created by the two and even some fluffy clouds. Friday leaned back to take in the image. Perfect work for a child. Ignoring the fact that he was twenty years of age allowed him to feel accomplished.
The doodle did not seem as satisfied. It continued to work on something in the middle of the field they had created. It stepped back for Friday to examine. A little him. A adorable drawing of him! Friday's heart warmed at the sight, a large smile now very visible on his face. The glass bottle and doodle danced in sync. Obviously they were happy with the human's expression. " I think it is missing something. " Friday leaned back into the image, covering any chance of viewing what was being created with his free arm. One, two, three minutes passed before he pulled away. A similar doodle as the one moving about was now holding hands with the Friday drawing. The two objects approved of the new addition. Though silly looking to any other person who were to glance at the piece of art it already took a certain place in Friday's heart. Not just the duo creation, but the entire experience.
" Bottle! I'm sorry for what I said before. To be completely honest this whole comic book theme isn't half bad. I can work with it! Though I would personally enjoy my own colours back. Need to work after all. " Friday admitted before straightening up. He wondered if it would do him the favor. They played after all.
The doodle took it's umbrella and wrote out a reply.
" I had lots of fun! I hope we can do it again! "
" Any time! Well...a warning would be nice! " Friday laughed nervously, unsure if another morning like this would be healthy. Stressful it sure was.
Friday's response triggered a violent reaction from the bottle. The shaking was nothing like he had witnessed privously. This round was violent, tipping over on the table and rolling slowly towards the edge. It fell, clanked against the wooden flooring, cracked, and erupted. The knob on top shot off with a intense force, zooming across the room from wall to wall. Colours ferociously poured onto the floor. His apartment literally was flooding. Flooding in all sorts of ways! Once the liquid dominated the ground it reached for the higher placed objects. Unicorn rainbow throw up now coated every inch that was once white. Even his body! Collapsing onto his bum Friday stared at the thrashing bottle. Had he answered wrong? Was it angry? Would he ever make it to work on time!?
A accelerated burst of brilliant rainbow light was the last thing Friday. witnessed.
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