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 Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:08 pm
It hadn't taken Graham very long to learn how to do his ' job' well. The small curio with his wispy mop of rainbow coloured hair would sit outside out side an eating establishment, in today's case a lovely cafe complete with patio and striped awning, and whimper while looking miserably around for help. When rescue came Graham would snuggle up to the person and babble that he didn't know who or where he was nevermind. where he'd come from.
Then the nice person or people would take him inside and get him something to eat. Graham would only nibble at the food though becuase he wasn't allowed to eat on the 'job'. next there's be some sort of loud noise or explosion or scream and people would get up and be all panicky especially when smoke filled the room even if it didn't do anything but make it so you couldn't see.
Graham would then grab as much carry-able food as he could find and then wait for Sonya or one of the others to come pic him up and carry him from the magic smoke filled building.
The boy wasn't entirely sure why it had to be that way, just that apparently that's where food came from and if he wanted any he had to help get it, even his mother had said so. Unused to the concept of stealing or trickery yet Graham was content to play the job game as long as he got to eat afterward.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:56 am
Michael wasn't hungry, and he wasn't thirsty. The boy, in fact, is very low maintenance in the replenishment department; he just needs to find a good outlet and let himself recharge a bit. Today, he decided to plug himself in at a cafe, thinking it perfectly normal for him to be able to enjoy the place as well as the next person.
"Excuse me, uh, kid..?" a waitress croons, putting a hand on her hip and raising a perplexed eyebrow. "The facilities here are for paying customers only."
Michael's face jerks between his neutral one, through a loud burst of screen snow, and to the face of a western deviant, black moustache and top hat to complete the look. "My apologies, mistress, but I haven't any use for anything from your here cafe."
To make a point, he taps on the screen right at where his mouth is projected, the hollow "tink!" causing the picture to ripple a little. Needless to say, the waitress doesn't look to be amused.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 2:42 pm
Graham peered inside at the strange scene unfolding within the cafe. The toddler was good at playing the job game normally but this was too interesting to ignore. Crocodile tears and sniffles were put on hold as Graham stared at what was truly the strangest person he'd ever seen. Sure his mom had a second head on her arm and sure he'd seen a spotted lizard with with funny neck flaps and sure his current best friend could have a fish tail in water. Still, none of them had tv's for heads, that was special.
Graham got carefully to his chubby little legs, wiped his face of tears and toddled into the cafe itself for a closer look. "Do you get lots of channels," he asked the black haired boy. Interrupting other's conversations was sort of normal for Graham, privacy and personal space still just words to him. Besides this was a tv person, it was important, as it was the toddler didn't see a lot of tv never mind on a person's head.. with hair !
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:12 pm
The waitress looks between the two boys, and shakes her head, turning tail and heading for the back room, presumably to retrieve a manager, or maybe to blow off steam. Either way, Michael assumes he's bought a couple more minutes.
"Yes!" Michael chimes, and forces the face that was once conveying his expression to die out in a loud fuzz of snow. The picture rapidly flips through scenes, as many as he can think of, all in black and white and all looking like they were filmed back in the fifties. From news anchors to families eating dinner to a vintage commercial and a classic western.
Michael's glad he's plugged in, because this sort of display severely depletes his "energy" or whatever it is that keeps him going on a day to day basis. (Truly, him "sleeping" is about the creepiest thing one can witness, so he takes to recharging throughout the day, too.)
"Who're you?" Michael tilts his head and replaces the picture with his face, that of a boy resembling the Beaver kid from, you know, that show. "Why, it'll be bad news for us if that dolly gets frosted. You got any bright ideas for us fitting in? I didn't really come cruisin' for a brusin'."
When he's not imitating a cowboy, a news anchor, or any other character from the shows stored in his.. head.. Michael slips into a 50's slang heavy dialogue that, usually, no one can decipher. Whether he does it consciously, to annoy, or out of the only instinct he has, is debatable.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 3:01 am
Graham didn't have the slightest clue about most of what Micheal has just said. Partially becuase the toddler was still in awe of the other's abilities to get so many different channels with such interesting things on them. The rest was mainly that Graham had never heard of frosted dolly's before and didn't even know what cruising was. The curio did however know their own name which had also been asked of them.
"I'm Graham," he announced, blue and orange eyes gleaming with pride. Indeed he knew who he was and that some sort of challenge had been issued in an oddly worded way.
The goal; avoid fighting with the waitress and other people. Stuff in the way; waitress is gone now, people are staring, someone is going to want money.
Solution;
Graham dug the small side pockets of his shorts and came out with two gold coins sticky with melted sugar on them from who knew what. " We can give her this and smile a lot." Smiling was his key trick, it got Graham what he wanted more often then not annnd right now he was giving up precious monies as well as smiles. The tv headed boy was both a stranger and an outsider but Graham was too impressed with him to just let him get in trouble and hurt, what if his face broke!
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 3:44 pm
"Well, Graham, we're in business!" Michael takes one of the coins as he stands up, subsequently unplugging himself from the precious outlet. Oh well, he'd be right back.
He saunters on up to the counter and orders pretty much the cheapest thing on the menu, a croissant, along with a glass of water, and manages to get back a silver coin in change. Awesome. He slips back into his seat, sets the croissant in front of Graham, and the positions the water in front of himself, making it look like they're actual, paying customers.
"You do eat, right?" he asks over his shoulder as he plugs himself back in. "Bit of a downfall for me is, I can't. S'why the lady g-"
The waitress returns with a burly looking dude in a too small collared uniform shirt, presumably as her muscle, or maybe the manager. She stops short when she sees that there's food on their table, and lets out a distraught noise, looking between them and her superior, who just grumbles and bumbles back into the back room.
She shoots them a dirty look, and returns to clearing tables.
Win! Michael straightens up, his face grinning widely on screen. "Nice! I owe you one!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:01 pm
Graham giggled in response, out witting adults was always a fun thing to do. "S'okay" he assured the other the concept of being owed something to an outsider he might never see again was strange. Instead the toddler focused on ripping apart his croissant and stuffing it into his mouth. He might be breaking the no eating at work rule but hey this was a break yeah it was a break. Plus if he didn't eat the waitress might come back or something.
When his mouth was not filled with a chunk of flaky dough he gestures with crumb covered hands to the outlet Micheal was plugged into. " Does it taste good?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 5:21 pm
Taste. Taste is something Michael has absolutely no concept of, and nothing to compare it to. He rests his enormous head on his fist and leans a little on the arm of his chair.
"Guess you can say that. It sure charges me up good. When I'm beat, it picks me back up, an' I'm booted."
Enough about him! He swirls his glass of water, having nothing else to do with it. "What're you hanging about for? You waiting for someone, or you trying t' mooch, like yers truly?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:02 pm
Graham understood being charged, at least he understood that food made him feel better and gave him energy especially..cake! Sadly he did not detect any cake in the area. What was he here for? Oh! What should he say he couldn't tell the truth but he didn't want to lie to this outsider friend. The toddler shrugged a little "Not working?" That was honest to a degree " maybe waiting." Sonya was probably going to leave him here all day for being bad or something, or maybe she'd come rescue him like in the plan even though he hadn't actually gone in with anyone. It was hard for Graham to know for sure, his world was still very complex and confusing.
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