#says this in real life and the cashier gets all grave and serious with me and tries to lead me to yhe entrance

[church-of-crayak]

You ever want to try the "I want a happy meal with extra happy" to see what happens?

i fear the result of doing this in real life will just be mild to moderate embarrassment and confusion for the poor guy taking my order. because if somebody said that to me at my job i'd be like huh? Can you repeat that. what do you mean? Also i havent set foot in a mickey dees since like three years ago so

ideally they'd put an extra bag of apple slices in there or some extra fries. worst case scenario it works as intended and now i've got a new brain accessory

[kessielrg]

[Kingdom Hearts] Painted Lines

Summary: By far, Ven’s got the most boring job at the flower shop; the cashier. Sitting day in and day out for someone to browse along the rows of flowers and gardening tools, then probably walk right out again. Sometimes an interesting thing would happen- but they were few and far between. [flower shop AU focused on UX kids][Part 7 in a series of oneshots][VenxOC][EphemerxOC/F!Player]

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,929 words

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Ventus had about 15 minutes before his shift was over. It was a fact that he was increasingly aware of because of the person near him.

Sabrina had been forced to sit at the wooden table behind the main counter. She cast daggers at her brother as he talked to her- a rather smug grin stretched across his face.

“It’s the perfect job for you, Wabi-Sabi.” Brain told her. “You get to paint to your little heart’s content, and get some of your inner frustrations out. Then we let the whole world see your darling creativity. Doesn’t that just sound swell?”

“Right.” came the dry response. “Because I just love decorating perfectly good gourds just so they can rot.”

Brain leaned in rather close to his sister before suggesting, “I’m sorry, would you like to string fake leaves together instead?”

“No.” she grumbled under her breath. She then looked at him before using her hand to shove his face away from hers. “But I don’t even work here. You do. Decorate your own stupid pumpkin for the window display.”

“I’m inspired by Ephemer’s decision to let his kid decorate a pumpkin.” Brain told her with a shrug.

“His kid is two. I am eighteen, brother.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” he continued to grin. “Remember, even if you paint it all black, you’ll still have to see it every time you visit until late November.”

Sabrina let out a noise of disgust just before Brain gave her a kiss on the head.

“Love you!” he even teased before heading to the backroom. Sabrina’s attitude did not let up- if anything, it got worse.

“Maybe I just won’t visit again until late November.” Sabrina grumbled under her breath. She reached for one of the small paint bottles and looked it over. “Hell, might as well make it December. Or January.”

The idea sent a shock down Ven’s spine so severe that he accidentally whacked his knee against the counter. It hurt hard enough that he even let out a squeak of pain. The noise didn’t go unnoticed, to his regret, earning Sabrina to turn around to look at him.

“You alright over there?” she asked him, despite not sounding like she cared all that much.

“Y-yeah…” he mumbled in reply. He knew she was still staring at him because he could feel the glare in her eyes. It might have been that pressure that made him turn around to face her. “Actually, no,” he decided, “It’s not alright.”

The little eyebrow raise she gave him almost made him run away. Now feeling like he was digging his own grave, Ven tried to think of some way to save himself from this mess.

“I’m going to join you.” he decided- his mouth talking before his brain could realize what he was truly saying.

Sabrina blinked.

“You’re still on the clock for another 10 minutes.”

“It’s only 10 minutes. It’s within the margin of error.”

For a moment, you could see a flicker of approval in Sabrina’s eye. She looked back at the paint before Ven could recognize it. Sabrina thumbed the top of the paints before her fingers fell on the color she was looking for. A smirk curled across her lips as she took a hold of it.

“Start with this color.” she told him, tossing the paint his way. Ven just barely caught it, but when he did, he looked at what color in particular she wanted him to start with.

Light green.

Huh.

Ventus looked back up at Sabrina in bewilderment, then a wide grin stretched onto his face.

“Challenge accepted.” he agreed, even giving a small fist pump with anticipation. It lost him his street cred with Sabrina- she rolled her eyes while letting out a disgusted scoff. But he did catch the small grin she had as she picked up a paintbrush. For that, Ven only smiled wider.

. . .

Brain looked over the dried corn stalks, tilted his fedora up a bit, then let out an exhausted breath. As far as he knew, they were real stalks too. A bundle of cage wire sat next to the corn stalks. The project in question was for them to create little teepees (for lack of a better word) using the stalks, with the wire as a base. Off to the side was some baler twine to wrap it all up in. It would have made for a pretty nice display on some front porch somewhere- if only it was the customer who had to do the assembling.

“Skuld, you mad woman.” he mumbled to himself.

As he thought over whether to call an assembly line for this, Brain heard the most peculiar sound; his sister’s laugh. Always one to let his curiosity do the talking, Brain put the corn stalk teepee project on hold to see what had brought mirth into his sister’s life. He didn’t even make it out of the backroom before quickly getting out of eyerange again. The hilarity of peeking around the corner not lost on him, Brain was still able to have a rather good view of Sabrina and Ventus as they painted their pumpkins.

For the most part, it almost looked like they were done. Sabrina’s pumpkin had a simple scene of a dark sky with a full moon. She even managed to sprinkle white paint around to look like stars. Ventus’s pumpkin had a large green maple leaf painted onto it. There were some minimal details added, but it was clear that neither teen wanted to put too much work into the paintings. At least it was a clear picture of something- unlike the pumpkin painting Luca had made, which was just splotches of whatever color the toddler had felt like using.

What had made Brain duck out of sight again was what Ventus and Sabrina were doing. Ven had a paintbrush in his hand, well dipped in a bright yellow, and was attempting to smear the color onto Sabrina’s pumpkin. She wasn’t having any of it. Sabrina had made sure her pumpkin was well out of Ven’s reach. Her face still looked rather serious as she tried to keep it away from him, but the corner of her mouth hinted at the faintest of grins.

“You’re gonna ruin it!” she told him.

“No I’m not.” Ventus playfully informed her. “I’m just gonna make a few improvements.”

“It’s an autumn moon, Ventus. Not an autumn sun!”

“You need a little balance. Come on. Everyone needs a little sunshine.”

“No!”

Ven laughed as he leaned closer in. His hand was right by Sabrina’s face- a fact she hated as she eyeballed the paintbrush. Thinking quickly on how to get rid of the potential eye-poker, Sabrina gave Ven’s hand a quick peck. The gesture came to him in such a surprise that he nearly dropped the paintbrush right into her lap. Instead, he dropped the paintbrush onto the table at full force. He stared at Sabrina with widening eyes. She looked back at him with a glare that demanded a challenge. Ven looked away from her- his face flushing a bright red.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t think you cared that much.”

“I don’t.”

Ven flinched. He used a hand to rub the back of his neck. Just a minute ago they were both having fun. Why did things always have to switch so suddenly when Sabrina was around?

“Well…. I didn’t mean… I’m sorry that I-”

“You need to man up.” Sabrina told him. She set her pumpkin back down on the table. After giving Ven’s now discarded paintbrush a hard glare, she dunked it into a cup of water to get the paint off. “Grow a spine and stop apologizing all the time.”

“I want you.” he told her. He hadn’t caught what he said until too late- Sabrina immediately whipped her head to look at him. Ventus could feel his brain scream in terror as he tried to correct himself with incoherent stammers, “I mean, I want to. But you’re too… you’re intimidating. Very, very intimidating.”

Sabrina continued to stare. If anything, she looked like she was trying to make a choice.

“That just means that I get to lead. Right?”

Ven was certain that his heart stopped beating for a second. She wasn’t saying what he thought she was saying- was she? The moment he stopped to rewind and decipher her words, it was the same moment that he realized just how close they were to begin with. While he had been playing with her, he had moved his seat as close to hers as possible. Their knees brush against each other. Being so aware of the small things still shocked him in finding that she was staring him down now.

She was waiting for him to make up his mind.

“You… you want me to stand up for myself, right?” Ven then asked. His voice was shaking, but at this point he figured it was justified. “Then that means I have to lead instead. Traditional, too.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. She even crossed her arms as she sat a bit straighter.

“You’re so-” she started to say, but was cut off when Ven kissed her. The sudden gesture caused a shiver to run up Sabrina’s spine. Suffice to say, she really didn’t think he actually had it in him.

She was even more stunned when he got up just to cradle her head in his hand, further deepening the kiss. Probably wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it worked. He was almost as good a kisser as she thought he’d be. Drat.

Ventus had been the one to pull away- he earned that right at this point. Seeing Sabrina’s daze at the kiss placed a new round of butterflies into Ven’s stomach. He really hoped no one else had seen this side of her before. He wanted to keep it to himself now.

“So even if the pumpkin looks bad,” he mused, “Was that worth still coming around before December? Or January.”

At first, Sabrina just blinked at him. When she realized what he was referring to, she let out a noise of absolute disgust.

“Why do you always have to ruin things with dumb questions.” she said as she got up. Watching her leave made Ven realize that he had messed up.

“W-wait, Sabrina!” he tried to call out, but she was acting like she couldn’t hear him. Even from where he was, Brain had to facepalm at the flub. So close.

Ventus wasn’t able to stop Sabrina before she left the flower shop. The charming little bell twinkling like a cruel laughter. Unsure of what to do, Ven remained in the store, cursing himself under his breath. He let out a frustrated yell as he paced back and forth. If he wasn’t going to go after her, he needed to do it before she left the outdoor mall altogether.

“Fuck this!” Ven shouted at the top of his lungs before barreling out the door.

With the confirmation that he had left as well, Brain finally came out of the backroom. A wide grin was on his face as he leaned against the frame boarding the backroom and the main shop.

“You go Ven.” he approved with a short chuckle. He laughed some more before returning to the corn stalk project. If Ven was able to not only kiss Sabrina, but to go after her when he accidentally made her shut everyone out, then Brain could arrange these corn stalks just the way Skuld wanted them.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

"Will i bus or keep you guessing?" Smalls rented 19 charter buses holding roughly 230 people each.

"Walk out" then get on a bus to be transported to a hidden meth lab underground. To make poisonous gases to poison me and other innocent victims.

But I was the Target the CIA tells me.

"Cause bitches like you are bad for my health"

"Dropping bombs on your moms"

"Doing foul crime"

So had the Amazon workers -- over 4000 of them decided not to be kidnapped to make poisonous gases they would been beaten and raped until killed. Both men and women.

No food nor water. Beaten and raped until death.

If I were evil I would say you deserved it for being stupid.

But i can't say that in good conscience. Because if they refuse then it is in essence to protect my life. Or just to defend their own.

In all my factories i have CIA and FBI undercover. Any police agency wishing to work undercover is allowed.

At least 2 CIA agents were going to go and called in back up. Which means trained assassins would have infiltrated the buses and went along for the ride.

All you have to do is drive to the location and park a car and mix in with the crowd.

In these cases in 15 minutes a CIA agent can get back dated work badge filled with false information on their record. 9 had gotten badges before this morning. On one team. There were 7 teams. An extra 700 unidentified non listed to walk out "workers"

So this could had been handled exclusively and the public would Never had known.

So they go in and about 1 day of looking around and seeing what is what. Preventing abuse and so on.

Or they would prevent boarding and done something different. We prefer the experience of stupidity. When you make the wrong choices you can see it in your face.

So start thinking for yourself.

Another 75 vehicles were in position to follow these Charter buses for their safety while on board. In case of a motor vehicle accident. Crazy driving. Any random shit. And of course eye witness verified location.

My bust since I took over... The charter bus was able to give location of destination. And previous history of his use.

I prevented harm and lectured harshly. But my lecture is real life.

And now instead of using time to help the stupid.

They are now risking their lives to save people already in serious and grave danger. Innocent people.

9 times he's gotten away with it. Which means every time Smalls kidnapped the undercover CIA didn't request back up. They thought they could handle ot themselves. They are probably dead.

Teamwork. The CIA. Y'all call back up. Every fucking time. That is why i post shit. If i post and y'all read it makes more danger sometimes.

But there's already danger that is too much because the danger i alert knows to back down. If i don't alert they will attack who is helping.

So, it can provoke them but they know strict punishment will occur.

But if i announce any CIA not busy will lock on at least 61% lock on every single time i post an issue.

This continues their training. Compassion. Competition. Sympathy and understanding their way may not be the only simplified way of doing things.

And makes them aware If back up is needed.

Locally 85% will prepare to duty. Dressing. Eating. Having coffee. Staying awake. Fueling their cars. Doing chores they put off. Watering animals early.

It can be days before they return home.

34% auto walks out. And applies for duty. Which means they go And find out what the fuck to do to help. Find critical situations. Apply their skill.

Which means 50% is on back up. We never send them all out. If we have to we began servicing areas nearby. Taking only 1/3 leaving the remaining 2/3 to prepare for their communities.

And at that point the military is on its way or already there.

The military is on Staten Island and Long Island Sound.

14000 victims. Will return home today or to a safe community housing development where the military are also under Quarentine.

So today is a good day.

Because ONE undercover agent called in back up

Only one in the entire factory of 10,000 people. Because he felt fear. Fear exists to warn.

So he listened. And he has saved nearly 20,000 people.

It shouldn't be a miracle. But it is.

It shouldn't be a miracle not solely because it never happened But because MORE should called in back up.

What if the first time they called for backup?

No one from Staten Island Amazon would been kidnapped.

So it's the 9th time. And finally a MIRACLE OCCURS.

We HAVE to call it a MIRACLE and not Just Another Day On The Job. And that is so bad.

I'm not about yelling or disciplining those who failed. Your minds do it your selves.

Those that thought they were good enough and strong enough. "I been in Vietnam" "i been in Iraq"

Baby it don't matter. It don't matter to anyone. Not especially evil.

I can tell you why i hide. Because it's easier to fight. If people don't know who i am. They Don't fight as hard. When they find out who I am or i have something planned for eradication. I am attacked. By 20 and 30 people. In my mind. Esp. Metaphysical violence because of muscle memory allows them to punch me in the face and i can feel It.

I consider myself lucky because it is only metaphysical. But i am constantly attacked. Today I had 12 attacking me and contradicting what i say to fuck up my mind.

There are times i need to call for help.

And it's just in my head.

Being in a bunker situation alone. I know for a fact as a regular human i would die.

Even if i fought

This is why i posted directions on how to attack and kill in certain kidnapping situations.

Because it's impossible to do alone.

We need Team Work.

Its a world we're saving baby. A whole world.

No one can do it alone. Its been proven.

United We Stand. Divided we fall.

I never really honestly loved this statement.

Made me think of the British red coats. They always stood in one line formation. In lines and rows and rows of people. They all died.

Americans who did not fight that way won.

Divided in Unity we Prevail.

I wrote about the golf course in Mississippi. The whole town kidnapped. Alex and i had to physically without weapons fight. I never finished the story.

I used sexual indecency to lure then hid while Alex killed. We were divided. We were unified in the objective.

I knew what he had to do. He had to kill. He couldn't allow me to get hurt. He's always afraid of that. Its s weakness that divided us in a way that can cause failure.

Except i know how to protect him. Lure them to me..

Easiest trick in the book and that is what those Fallen CIA agents attempted to do. But they didn't have back up. No one knew they needed to be saved.

We had 7 other people that knew where we were. We had a plan to lock up in the cashier area where limited golf balls and golf clubs were and fight in a shelter if necessary until our back up arrived

Alex had no back up when he went bike riding. Trust me he's sick. The radioactive Radon is in his lungs and his body is rejecting it as best as it can.

He's lucky I felt the calling to relook at that picture I merely glanced at in a disapproving manner and took the time to care about the man I love although he's on my last nerve.

It was many hours later. Too many in fact. But at least it wasn't days.

You need back up. That is how we are created!

There is nothing I can do about that. To eradicate soulmates means you will become out of control evil and hate others and make them your slaves.

Planets Zulululu and Xion did just that. That is why there is a problem with them!

I fixed their planets. I decided to punish them because as I did here i lectured them. Immensely. And they hurt our precious people. So indefinitely i am opposed to their existence here on Eaerth. Of any alien life. I don't care if it's s drawn cartoon. I don't want it.

Joe Cool is gonna die in those educational cartons just so you know.

Charlie Brown. Linus. Lucy. They're all gonna die. We will keep our old treasured cartoons but we will create cartoons where their death occurs. It is revealed that Lucy is a mind controlling bitch who needs her face punched in. Linus is an abused kid that finally cracks and kills his parents.

And even in this Linus and Charlie Brown team up to kill Lucy.

Call for backup.

Alert your DNA4U Friends List.

Don't do life alone!