Hereafter [Open] Jan 2, 2019 23:45:13 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 23:45:13 GMT -6
May's PL: 6000
Another quiet morning in Satan City to be had, at least as far as May had been aware. Chaos in this town usually didn't wait until breakfast was finished before rearing its ugly head it would seem. Though for the past two weeks it felt unnervingly quiet. Though here it was almost noon, and not a peep of those with malicious intent. May stood behind the bar of the coffee shop she had found employment with, cleaning a set of small glasses. It was just a simple part of the morning shift she had taken up as routine, after confirming interest to Mr. Sheng regarding the job offering she had been offered. Not exactly a dream job, but it was putting tip money in her pockets. She felt the closer she kept her ear to the ground, the more clues regarding Liu’s associates would turn up. He might have probably cut ties with the dangerous group, but May had a hunch that those kind of people weren’t the type to simply leave things cut and dry. The leader, that flamboyant pimp, was sure not to leave the vengeance box unchecked for his new year resolution. The best idea she had to go off of, instead of wandering aimlessly looking like some buffoon tourist. It gave her a much better use of her time than baby sitting her newest acquaintance.
The newcomer Oliver was a nice kid, but May found herself admitting she could only handle so much time with him on any given day. Perhaps it was how unaccustomed to city life he seemed? Perhaps it was his inexperience, lack of spent time among people different than woodland villagers like himself? She had never been to Jingle Village, but the way he described his stories, it sounded like a backwater place in the middle of nowhere. Though May feared she might've been too strict with him when she mentioned it, as she had yet to see him since earlier that morning. She cast a glance out the window, wondering where the young man had wandered off to today. May guessed he would rather explore the town, rather than stay cooped up here with the likes of her. The girl would let out a sigh as she finished the last of the glasses, moving on to start another brew for any potential customers that might come in. As of this time she had not seen Terryn, or Liu, for over a week. She hoped the Captain was having some luck with whatever had been ailing him, and at the very least that he was keeping out of trouble.
She found herself thinking back to the night she met Terryn, reflecting on how standoffish she had been when first he spoke to her. It wasn’t by any means how she imagined meeting him, in fact her ideals were more akin to silly fantasies more obnoxious than plausible reality. He didn’t exactly look much like the posters that had found shelter in her school locker, in fact he looked rather worse now that she thought back on it. Whatever the ailment was that afflicted him, the idea was starting to concern May more than she wanted it to. It wasn’t like her to dwell on the safety of others so much like this, though when it came to the captain, May was finding it a tad hard not to. Water continued to boil amongst the radio’s chatter in the background. All the while she stared out the window to a brilliant sky, the amber of her eyes illuminated by the rays of the sun creeping in the window. The sight uplifted her spirits if only slightly, her thoughts wandering aimlessly in a daydream over the events before the holidays. She should have said something to him.
Sit around, and hear your stories, wishing I were somewhere else. How I wish I could find the words to save this...
”I should have said something…” A sigh to follow, nothing more. Her thoughts shifted focus upon the events over the past several days, as the sound of a man talking over the radio could be heard. Helping show Oliver around the city, she didn't have a chance to catch herself up on the happenings. All that time spent playing tour guide had really kept her out of the loop with what was going on. The usual news, nothing ever good, which was something that she had come to expect as part of the routine. Mr. Sheng had advised her not to dwell too much on it, but she couldn't help feeling disheartened. With all the efforts that benevolent people like the Pride Troopers, and the SCPD continued to make on a daily basis, she wondered why things didn't seem to be getting better in town. "Guess we should be lucky the holidays were quiet," she mused out loud to herself, taking the kettle of boiling water off the hot stove. News regarding the pair of recently deceased security guards then came on the radio, the voice proclaiming there to be no developments regarding the identity of those responsible.
"Tch- go figure. New year, same old shit," she would state wryly, casting a disapproving look to the small talking box on the shelf. Returning her attention to her duties, she poured the hot water through the filter. The familiar gurgle would fill the machine, and within a minute the brown drips would begin to fill the glass pot below. May would lean back against the inside of the bar, eyes closing with a sigh, listening to the sound of the coffee being made. The audio of the man talking had ceased entirely, and gone on without her notice for a few minutes, until she finally realized what had happened. Opening her eyes to give the talking box a curious look, finding that it was still on, but nothing was coming out of the speaker. "What in the world?" she'd ask herself out loud. May would walk over to the radio, and pat it lightly with a hand in hopes to fix the reception. Static followed, before the broadcast would return shortly after.
May would cast the radio another disapproving look, concluding that Sheng needed a replacement of some kind the near future. Maybe she would head down to the old pawn shop off Satan Boulevard later to look for one. The report carried on to another story, possibly the more bigger and excessively covered one regarding the recently elected President. ”…whom will be sworn into office later this month…” She didn’t really care, nor pay much attention. May had chosen not to vote, finding that neither candidate was really in it for the people, which adequately met her expectations of politics. Shaking her head with disapproval over the news’ ability to cover what she felt was actual news, May tossed the dirtied rag in her hand onto the counter. The bell above the door would chime almost on cue, prompting the disgruntled girl to force a professional smile for the entering customer. Embarrassment vaguely evident in the tone of her voice.
”Hey, welcome to Bean of the Brew…”