Post by Zack on Jun 3, 2006 15:23:35 GMT -5
Zack left his crappy room from an equally crappy nap.
“What are you still doing here? Did you forget?”
“AH!…Oh…please don’t surprise me like that!” Zack nearly fainted. The woman that was his guide from before stood behind the door. “Actually, this is my room. Remember?”
“No, not anymore. I was informed that you accepted, and your new room is through that hall.” She motioned behind her.
“Hm. Well, I still need my stuff. One sec.” Zack shook his head a few times, and started back inside his room, if you could call it that.
“No, I’ll have someone pick it up. Here, I’ll escort you.” She grabbed Zack’s arm and pulled him into his new hallway.
“Ah! I’ve got to go to the bathroom! Eeek! It burns!” Zack yanked himself out of her grip, and ran around the corner. “…Well, that wasn’t too bad.” He slowed a little and left for the training yard, hoping for some normalcy.
<Sniff!> “Ah…training, where the air is…horribly sweaty…this isn’t any better…” Zack passed the guards on post, through the first hall, and the checker (Fat guy in a booth).
“STOP! And just where do you think you’re going?” Came a voice so horrible, that it’s agonizing to mortals.
“Oh heya Moe. How’s work?” Zack knew Moe wasn’t a very mean person.
“Eh…it puts food on the table. Sometimes. But anyway, don’t ever try and get me fired again! Take your training gear.”
“?” Zack was thrown a few pieces of clothing, though they were as heavy as him. “Wha…is this?”
“Don’t play dumb. Word’s gotten out. You’re our little mighty man. That’s your required gear. Now go have fun.” Moe wasn’t playing today.
“Gear? Fun? Wait…how did word get out this fast?” Moe started reading his magazines.
“Ay…thanks Moe.”
(OOC): No pain no gain! Buyin’ some weighted clothes (I‘ll need today‘s training first). Whew….8k gil down the drain.
“What are you still doing here? Did you forget?”
“AH!…Oh…please don’t surprise me like that!” Zack nearly fainted. The woman that was his guide from before stood behind the door. “Actually, this is my room. Remember?”
“No, not anymore. I was informed that you accepted, and your new room is through that hall.” She motioned behind her.
“Hm. Well, I still need my stuff. One sec.” Zack shook his head a few times, and started back inside his room, if you could call it that.
“No, I’ll have someone pick it up. Here, I’ll escort you.” She grabbed Zack’s arm and pulled him into his new hallway.
“Ah! I’ve got to go to the bathroom! Eeek! It burns!” Zack yanked himself out of her grip, and ran around the corner. “…Well, that wasn’t too bad.” He slowed a little and left for the training yard, hoping for some normalcy.
<Sniff!> “Ah…training, where the air is…horribly sweaty…this isn’t any better…” Zack passed the guards on post, through the first hall, and the checker (Fat guy in a booth).
“STOP! And just where do you think you’re going?” Came a voice so horrible, that it’s agonizing to mortals.
“Oh heya Moe. How’s work?” Zack knew Moe wasn’t a very mean person.
“Eh…it puts food on the table. Sometimes. But anyway, don’t ever try and get me fired again! Take your training gear.”
“?” Zack was thrown a few pieces of clothing, though they were as heavy as him. “Wha…is this?”
“Don’t play dumb. Word’s gotten out. You’re our little mighty man. That’s your required gear. Now go have fun.” Moe wasn’t playing today.
“Gear? Fun? Wait…how did word get out this fast?” Moe started reading his magazines.
“Ay…thanks Moe.”
(OOC): No pain no gain! Buyin’ some weighted clothes (I‘ll need today‘s training first). Whew….8k gil down the drain.
