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 Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:53 pm
Kess happened to like her job. Both her jobs. All her jobs. A lot. Work should be pleasure, they said, and what was better than wandering around the city all day, handing out stuff to people that really want what you've got? Delivering pot was really no different than delivering a videogame or something, except the latter seemed to last longer, and it was also the mission she was on, today.
The box was large, but not too large, and judging by the label, it was some sort of replacement gear for one of her favorite things in the arcade: the laser tag arena. She'd already shook the box enough to determine that it was either guns or vests [or both, since often they were attached], and now she wound her way though arcade games and awkward boys until she reached the counter that she knew the owner, Corey, would be either behind, or around.
"Yo, BOONE!" The playful shout carried, despite the noise level, she smacked the top of the box. "I need your autograph!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 1:52 pm
 Corey and Kess were kindred spirits in a lot of ways. Personable, fun loving, extroverted. But perhaps the most strong similarity was their shared love of their jobs. Anyone that knew Corey knew that he lived and breathed the arcade. In fact it was kind of strange to think that he actually did live someplace else and not just in some backroom. Certainly he spent more hours at the arcade then his shitty little house.
He was busy wiping up a sticky puddle of soda underneath the soda fountain and behind said counter when the call sounded and it took him no time at all to pop up, his expression something like a young starlet, his hands coming together as he responded in singsong. "Anything for my adoring fans!"
Eww.. sticky soda rag.
Glancing at the sizable package, he was quick to draw near, trying to dechiper just what goodie had arrived today. Kess had been right, it was a vest that had been so far gone he'd had to send it off for repairs.
Digging out a pen, he was quick to oblidge in her request. But not before teasing her a little, quoting something he'd probably said to her more than a dozen times by now. "Kesssssss baby! You've been handling my package gently right? You know I'm not into the rough stuff"
It was a good thing he looked and in the end really was so damn harmless. It meant he usually got brushed off or eyerolled, not punched or maced.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 2:20 pm
"Oh, I may have dropped it a few times, but I reckon it's still intact." As intact as her innocent expression, that is, which was cracking as she grinned at him. The electronic pad and pen were extended to him, as the lanky blonde turned to rest against the counter, arms propped up as she examined the arcade floor.
"Get anything new in for me to try?" If not, she could at least give him a run for his money at laser tag. She couldn't beat him, one-on-one, but it was still fun. When teams were involved? That's when it got interesting, since they made more mistakes than the arcade owner, and it could balance out in her favor.
Her gaze shifted over, landing on his hands, and she helpfully pointed out, "You've got sticky on you." Ah, the glamorous life of a small business owner!
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:22 pm
There was a look on his face briefly. Like a puppy that had been kicked.. or like an internet emote it was so pronounced in his distress. Of course she was joking, he'd known her long enough and could read it off of her. But that didn't mean he didn't blanche at the thought of his delicate equipment being rattled around. He deserved it of course, but he couldn't help but giving it back as well, he grasped the pen and board, signing it before wiggling the pen back towards her.
"And now your pen has sticky on it too" So there! Big meany!
Only after a few seconds a smile split his face, and he motioned back over his shoulder. "Let me wipe it off for you real quick" He was that considerate atleast.. to not send her off with a sticky pen for the rest of the day.
His hands were rinsed quickly, a half assed job for the moment, before he followed up with the pen, rubbing it dry and clean before he set it once more onto the counter. "New....."
"We've got a new shooter over on the left wall. Ohhh! And a pretty badass new Tron pinball machine. Space Invaders just got fixed though too" If she was feeling nostalgic. He hardly doubted the later was up her alley though.
Corey was in no rush to run her off, but he was in a rush to peek at his prize. Stabbing the taped section of the box with a pen he made quick work of it. Bubble wrap and a sea of packing peanuts, his hands fished in curiously.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 2:02 pm
"New shooter?" The blonde flashed a grin. She could do those in her sleep, and often, when in the mood to zone out, could be found in the basement of her house, murdering the countless denizens of FPS-land.
Still, she gravitated toward the refurbished Space Invaders machine, since one could never turn down a classic. A brief glance was spared for Corey as pulled his new vest for the box, and she slipped a quarter into the machine.
There was something about the repetition of the game, the focus and simultaneous spacing out it took to be really good, that relaxed her. In fact, time ceased to exist and she moved through the space backdrop of the old game. They'd done a good job fixing it, since it broke every so often, as they were wont to do.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:18 pm
He looked like a kid at Christmas as he inspected his new prize, checking it over with soft scrutiny before he carried it back to the supply closet. Later he would have to recharge it and get it ready for action again, maybe even take it for a test drive. But for now he had company, even if she was pretty engrossed with the game and probably couldn't have cared less.
"She's a beaut, huh?" He grinned proudly as he stepped in near enough to watch her play for a few minutes. "It took a bit of research and effort but I resoldered it all myself."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:37 pm
"You've got a gift, sir," She laughed, as her last life was destroyed in a pixelated explosion, and released the controls. Turning, to eye Corey and lean against the machine, she raised her brows at him.
"Been ordering a lot of parts lately, haven't you? I'm starting to think you're just making excuses to keep me around." If she was serious, it wasn't clear, and the freckled girl winked at him before pushing away from Space Invaders.
"I'd better get on with my route, though. See you next week, no?" She shot him a thumbs-up, before heading for the front door. "Have a good one, Boone!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 3:48 pm
If he weren't such a cheapskate it might not have been a bad idea. But even as cheap as he was.. maybe he did justify purchases and repairs a little more frequently then he used to... It would be a total lie to say he didn't fancy the mail lady just a bit. So he didn't try to defend himself against the playful accusation, simply grinning all the wider with a cryptic "Maybe."
Corey's hand was lifted in a soft farewell as he called out to her and returned to his own work. "Take care of yourself Kess" Luckily noone was close to hear him humming the old "Blues Clues" mail song to himself as he cleaned up the last of the packing peanuts and tape.
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