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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 6, 2009 10:21:35 GMT -5
Sid was surrounded by boxes full of pills. He was stocking the shelves of his beloved second home; the Q-town pharmacy. The pharmacy was a decent-sized building composed of three rooms. The first was the main room where all of the over the counter drugs are sold. Currently the Advil section was near empty and the cough syrup section was running low.
About a quarter of the way into the main room was a large, black and white granite counter behind which there was some space to walk. Along the back wall there is a door and many more shelves that hold all the prescription drugs. The door leads to the second room, it is slightly smaller then the main room, this is where all the supplies are kept. It is also where all other materials are kept that are not directly related to the main part of the pharmacy. Lots of boxes all organized in a matter that only those who put them there new what where anything was. Within the second room is the third room which houses a washroom.
There is also a back door for quick escapes it sports a doorbell from the outside. The doorbell is interconnected with the main switchboard of the building dedicated to the lights. When the doorbell is rung the lights turn off until the doorbell is released. This is very handy when late night unconventional customers drop by to pick up their items. Sid’s music is usually blaring so loud he would never hear a knock or a regular doorbell tune. The same mechanism was applied to the front door only it used a sensor instead of a doorbell and the lights flickered rather then turned of and on. It only worked at night on the front door, the doorbell was always connected. It was rare to see people walk through the front door at night.
Tonight the music was blaring so loud that the windows were rattling in sync with the bass. No matter, there was no one around these parts except hooligans at this time of night. “God I love this song. I love this job. Life’s good” he said to himself between loud shouts of chorus lines.
He supplied most of the towns’ older population with all their prescription needs, the general public with their general needs and the teenage population with their recreational needs. He was also the man to go to if you needed something snuck in from the outside, a letter or two, a newspaper, or something a little harder to get. He was the guy with connections. It helped feed his egotism.
It was a busy day today, lots of customers. The night was a different story. There were a few customers, the regulars, but apart from that it wasn’t a profitable day. Oh well, tomorrows a new day; enjoy the night as best as you can, he thought to himself.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 7, 2009 0:45:49 GMT -5
With very little to do in her spare time, Mojo was stuck wondering around the streets trying to find things and people to amuse herself with. Working as a bartender in a night club meant that she had absolutely nothing to do during the day walkers time. To her time seemed to slow when she was up and about during the day, where as at night it flew by. The life of someone who's usually up at night had a lot of perks Mojo liked. She found that you can meet the best people out at that time even in a town like this where the word crazy means something completely different.
Hair down, wearing only a pair of skinny jeans, a white undershirt and a pair of warn out converse, Mojo made her way towards the pharmacy to pick up a few things she needed. She had on a pair of old headphones, held together with duct tape, and a first generation ipod clutched in her palm as her head bobbed up and down to one of the many songs she had stashed away on the small device. Currently, she was listening to the Safety Dance and moving to the music not caring what anyone thought or said about her as she passed them.
Being a free spirit and very odd individual, Mojo couldn't care less what anyone thought, hell she would even put on a performance if she wanted to. Stepping into the pharmacy she blinked as the lights flickered off but kept going, unaware there was music blasting thought the whole store. Her own music was loud enough to cause her ears to bleed but she didn't care. After working in a night club for so long she was used to it. Making her way thought the aisle, she moved and sang to the music.
"I say, we can go where we want to a place where they will never find... and we can act like we come from out of this world..." she sang, stopping at one of the racks to try on some sunglasses. Why not, she had nothing better to do with her time then waste it by trying on some new shades.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 7, 2009 7:20:33 GMT -5
As the lights turned off and on double time, Sid stopped dead in his tracks and stood up. The shelves were high so his head didn’t pop up above them.
“Hello?” He called out, he wasn’t sure where the late night client was, and they seem to have come in through the front door. That was strange. He hustled between the aisles looking for the culprit that made his lights flash.
His bald head was currently gaining some fuzz due to his laziness in shaving it daily. It seemed to be a good thing seeing as he no longer reflected the store lights like a human light bulb. He passed one aisle and noticed a girl trying on glasses. He observed for a few minutes. Nope he didn’t know her.
He made a mad dash to the backroom and lowered the volume of the music, then quickly returned to tend to his new customer, and potential friend. She was wearing headphones so instead of trying with a ‘hello’ again he decided to wave his arms frantically with a huge smile across his face.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 7, 2009 11:29:44 GMT -5
Shades nestled nicely on her face as she tilted her head down towards the crappy small mirror that was provided. Seeing how bad these particular shades looked on her, Mojo couldn't help but laugh when she saw herself. All that was needed now was a huge afro and she could win a prize for best 70's impersonator. Grinning to herself, she took the shades off and noticed out of the corner of her eye a glimpse of movement. With it being this late she really didn't think anyone would be in the store, cept for maybe a very bored sales person. Turning her attention to the guy waving her arms around frantically she laughed and pulled her headphones off once she realized they were there.
"Trying to land planes or trying to fly?" she asked teasingly the smile from her shades epiphany still gracing her face. She was the kind of person that wasn't afraid to tease anyone even if she didn't know who the hell they were. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed the very warn out and beat ipod shutting her music off so she could at least hear the others reply.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 7, 2009 22:22:31 GMT -5
“I’ll land planes while I fly if that’s what it takes to get your attention” Sid retorted, hoping not to sound too offensive.
“Nice shades, although I think they’re a few decades behind” he added smiling. Sid should probably have gotten her to buy those shades. Every little bit counts when it comes to sales but that just wasn’t his style. He considered himself pretty down-to-earth usually and didn’t feel it necessary to attack people with sales jargon. He found that he could make more money with friends, then with lies and hatred towards buying pressure. He had stopped waving his arms and took a few steps closer. Nope she was definitely not someone who came in often.
“I’m Sid the owner, anything I can help you with?” Sid asked both out of courtesy and because he had programmed himself to say that whenever someone came into the store. Hey, it kept business up, so why not?
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 8, 2009 17:00:20 GMT -5
Mojo couldn't help but burst out into a laugh at the other reply to her statement. "Well you've got it, although I would have been more impressed if you had actually achieved lift off." she told him and turned her head back towards the small mirror to look at the shades again. Sure they were kind out of fashion but in this town who really cared what you looked like. At least Mojo didn't, her closet was full off the oddest things anyone could find.
"You're right they are out of this decade. Think I can pull them off at 70's night?" she asked turning his attention back to the guy to see what he would say. Maybe next week she would actually dressed up for work and be part of the theme. With her messed up wardrobe tastes she could pull any decade off, except maybe this one. Stuffing her ipod into her pants pocket, she tipped the shades down her nose so she could actually see the guy in front of her properly instead of in a tinted colour. "I'm Mojo, potential customer.." she offered and tired to remember what it had been she needed in the place. Her mind tended to wander when shinny things came into view. "Right now I'm browsing but at some point I might remember my reason for coming in her."
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 8, 2009 22:13:36 GMT -5
“I definitely think you could pull it off, you’d be the boom at boom nightclub” Sid replied grinning. He liked that this girl had a sense of humour; someone with a sense of humour was always a nice change from the monotone, over dramatic general population of Q-town. He took a pair of purple, John Lennon style glasses of the rack.
“Maybe I can join you for some drinks and dancing, we’ll be the coolest cats around” He added with a sly smirk and raised eyebrow. He always enjoyed a good dance and frankly drinking made his hips move more freely.
“As for what it is that you’re looking for, let me tell you…anything you need I’ve got it. And trust me, when I say anything, I mean it. Although some things might take a little longer to deliver then others” Sid stated tilting his head back and peering at Mojo from under his glasses.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 9, 2009 0:45:59 GMT -5
Mojo laughed and struck the corny 70's disco move with one hand point into the air and the other on the ground. "Boom boom baby!" she said another burst of laughter escaping her lips with the words. She watched him take the glassed and grinned at the silliness of the whole situation. Best way to make a friend is be as silly and stupid possible without seeming like a nut.
"We'll rock the dance floor." she told him still smiling. "Gotta go full out costume though. Mojo added quickly. Keeping the glasses on before she made her way down the rest of the aisle. Advil was defiantly something she needed to stock up on no doubt. This town and the people made your whole body hurt, in her opinion though. Hearing Sid's offer of getting anything, she turned around facing the other slowly walking backwards from him.
"Anything I need...I might have to take you up on that off if I ever remember what I am in need of." She needed to stop stealing sips of drinks at work, her brain cells were slowly going. Maybe alzehmers hit this place earlier then the rest of the world.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 9, 2009 13:31:54 GMT -5
Sid laughed, ohh silliness what great fun it was. “I’ll wear my silver jacket with my yellow skinny jeans and maybe I’ll find a shirt to complete the ensemble at the thrift store” He said still smiling. He figured Mojo would consider the fact that he had such articles of clothing a joke but embarrassingly enough he did own and wear them. He had to express his eccentric side in one way or another.
He followed Mojo towards the pain meds. It looked like she was in need of some good old fashion Advil. Good thing he stocked up on those, as mentioned earlier Advil was one of the most popular items.
“Watch the boxes” he said quickly “the last thing I want is my potential customer tripping over some open boxes. Then again maybe it’d be good for business. On third thought I’d be missing a dance partner, so I’ll stick by my first statement, be careful” he said moving the glasses to the top of his head then kicking the boxes out of the way.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 9, 2009 14:53:07 GMT -5
Mojo raised an eyebrow at the others mention of a silver jacket not believing someone like him would own such clothes. "Really, I can't wait to see it. I'll try and put something together from my clothes pit of a wardrobe." While she said that, Mojo was already mentally flipping through the clothes in her closet to come up with something retro. She already had the pants she wanted to wear now the hard part a shirt to match.
Seeing the Advil, Mojo grabbed a box and turned around just missing the box. "You set up death traps for shop lifters huh?"' she asked watching him kick the box away from in front of her. Putting the glasses up on her head, she perked up remembering something else she needed.
"Shampoo?" she asked not really knowing where anything was and since the owner was near by she might as well bug him about it instead of mindlessly searching the whole store.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 9, 2009 15:48:12 GMT -5
Sid slipped the glasses in his pocket, with the intent to place them back on the rack, after they had repeatedly fallen off his head. “Shampoo is in the next aisle to your right. I’m just going to put these empty boxes in the back room.” He said as he picked up some of the discarded boxes.
“Did you want anything to drink while I’m back there?” he asked, he tended to be a little overly trusting towards strangers. It never occurred to him that asking someone he had just met whether or not they wanted something to drink was creepy or considered immoral. He spent a lot of time in the backroom so in the corner he had a small two-person couch and a mini-fridge and microwave. He sometimes didn’t feel like returning home so he stayed here. To a person that didn’t know him or his habits, the whole situation might seem a bit sketch. Sid had the best of intentions and would never intentionally hurt another person unless they truly deserved it. However it was definitely in his nature to be creepy.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 9, 2009 17:49:11 GMT -5
Mojo hummed the song that was still running through her head as she headed to the next aisle. She was hoping for a variety to choose from but figuring that Q-town didn't really have variety, she would have to settle for whatever was there. Hearing the others offer for a drink, she found it a bit odd for someone to ask a person they just meet. However, Mojo was usually one of the few people that did odd things like that.
"Ice tea and only if its free!" she yelled from where she was in the next aisle not wanting to pass up a free drink. That and she was getting kind of thirsty not really having planned to be out this late anyways. She had planned a quick trip to the drug store to get some things, however the night had already fallen upon her. Now she wasn't afraid to be walking around Q-town at night but it didn't mean it wasn't a safe time to be on the street. Grabbing two bottles of shampoo she started smelling them to see which was better.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 9, 2009 22:54:24 GMT -5
Sid grabbed a can of Iced Tea and a can of Coke from the mini fridge and headed back to the shampoo aisle. “There you go” Sid said handing the Iced Tea to Mojo. “What’s next on the list?” he asked as he proceeded to fix the shampoo and conditioner bottles. He was moving them to face the forward and standing them side by side just to make the shelf look fuller and neater.
“I have an idea, while you think of what’s next on the list why don’t you tell me some stuff about yourself. Like how long you’ve been in Q-town, where you work, who you were in the outside world, why you’re in hear, hobbies, interests, you know, things like that, the basics.” Sid said. It was becoming quite apparent that he was lonely at the pharmacy when he worked slow nights. He has no one to talk to, only the loud music for company and Sid already knew what the music was going to say.
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Post by Milla 'Mojo' Jones on Aug 9, 2009 23:39:28 GMT -5
Mojo was in the middle of sniffing one of the bottles when Sid got back. She made a face before holding up the bottle to the others nose. "Why in the world would you sell something that smells this bad?" she asked before putting the bottle down. She took the one she was buying and brought it over to the counter letting it sit there since she hadn't got anything to carry it in. Thanks.." she told him taking the can before opening it.
Hearing the list of questions the other threw out at her, Mojo raised an eyebrow wondering why in the world he would want to know any of that. It wasn't really that interesting to say the least. At least not her life. She was still unable to pick a patch and really stick to it. Now it seemed like she was being forced into one by being restricted in a going no where town.
"Alright but for every question I answer you do the same." she offered figuring they would both get something out of this question and answer session instead of one of them just grilling the other. I wouldn't hurt to get to know the other anyways, maybe now she would have at least one friend. Thinking over all that he asked she started walking around the store wanting to see what else he had. "I've only been here a few months, not too long even if it seems like a life time. Currently I work at Boom as a bartender. It was really the only job that would take me. I am still not sure why though.." she told him still quite puzzled by it herself. "In the outside world I was on my way to a world record for most jobs ever had... ever.."
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 9, 2009 23:54:45 GMT -5
“Sounds like a plan” Sid said, opening his Coke. “As for the shampoo, these are last resort things, the better hair products are sold at the grocery store.” He replied as he followed Mojo up and down the aisles listening to what she had to say.
“Good to know” Sid replied smiling. “Ok well I have been here for about six months, as I’ve mentioned I’m the owner and only employee of this pharmacy, I’m a full-time drug dealer. On the outside I was pretty much what I am on the inside plus the education aspect.” He told Mojo, not sure if she actually cared or if she just wanted the knowledge to be even.
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