The area that feeds into Aurora High is representative of the ethnic and economic diversity that makes Seattle so unique. The architecture is varied, illustrating the growth and expansion that the city has undergone. Turning a corner can lead you from townhouses and apartments to quiet tree-lined streets of modest single-family homes, while the next turn might lead you to areas of much higher or lower property values. The unifying sight in the area is the herds of students who trudge to and from the school daily.

No Waiting On Checkstand Three

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January 16th, 2012, 12:33 am #1

"Thank you sir, see you around."

The procedure was always the same. But that was just the way he liked it.

"Hi, how can I help you today?"

Greet the customer, establish rapport. Swipe and bag anywhere from a small stick of lip balm to a full cart of groceries including the "Bottom Of Baskart" that needed to be checked every time they carried that much. Key in the four or five digit codes for produce. Double the heavier bags, ask customers if they wanted to stuff their reusable bags. And remind them that the plastic bag ban was just a few months away except for produce bags, etc.

"That'll be $41.37."

Some of them swiped their cards and entered their PIN right away, others wrote checks or paid in cash. In the former case he had to kindly remind them when they asked if their stuff went through, just so he didn't overcharge them or anything. If they didn't have their store card, then he could always offer one for free.

Either way, an order was an order. There were a few grumpy old folks, but nothing that ever really got out of hand. After that, give their receipt, thank by last name if it was printed on it, explain gas rewards or other information, and if they didn't want someone to help them carry out, bid them goodbye. And he did sometimes forget their change, but was definitely reminded to pass it to them with a little apology.

Though he did take care exercise caution around the occasional creepy homeless guy. Seriously, I fucking swear one of them's gonna try to take me out back and molest me.

At 9 bucks an hour before taxes and dues for just reading off the company script, Carlos Lazaro couldn't complain. In his company uniform, he blended right in, with nobody deliberately trying to piss him off (or intimidate him into selling wine at a discount, he was still quite genuinely nervous over that). The staff didn't know him from school, which was also a big plus, though he tried to stay out of their conversations or politely decline. It wasn't like was a registered sex offender, but he always figured the less people got to know him the better.

Why he didn't apply that outside the store was really none of his business. As far as double lives went, there were plenty of worse ways to go about it. And the only thing he really bemoaned about his job was not having enough hours to go around now that the November-December peak season was pretty much done.

Contemplation aside, he was still slated to keep going for another hour or so till his break, so there were customers to be had.

"I can help you over here!" he began with an almost genuinely cheery smile, as he waved over to the first customer he could spot by the aisles.
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January 16th, 2012, 1:19 am #2

Lars had been standing in that aisle for five minutes. At least it thought it was five minutes. Then again time was relative, so no matter how long it was to someone else it would be five minutes to him. That sounded pretentious, though. Plus, wouldn't existing on the same plane as the other person make it the same? Sure they didn't sense it the same, but that doesn't make the effects of time different. Right?

No, he couldn't do this. He had a schedule to stick to, and shit to pick up. Looking at the grocery list written on his arm in black ink he made sure he had everything.

Sour cream and onion chips, pineapple soda, a pound of red apples, a pound of flour, and a pound of coffee w/filter. It was written down his arm in his mothers cursive writing. Most people would be surprised to learn she supported Lars' habit, but, as she said,

"What works, works." and left it at that years ago. As for why she felt it necessary to write it herself, Lars was still confused. Still, they needed (well, "needed") some things, and Lars had some christmas money left over from his grandparents. So he volunteered to pick them up, and his parents promised repayment on their next payday.

Anyways, all the items were in the basket. So he needed to find a check out lane, and get to the bus. Hopefully he hadn't waisted too much time on metaphysics, or he'd miss the bus again. He heard a voice offering help, and Lars walked over towards it. The kid looked familiar, but Lars couldn't place him.

He smiled as he placed his items for they checker to scan, and asked,

"How're you doing?"
Lars Nylund "Shit, I was here for something."
Shopping -> Shooting
Edith West "Who the hell is editing my posts?"
Flirting
Caleb Matthews "Don't worry, Bro. We're still cool."
Refereeing

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Sean "I want to watch sensual, gentle porn. He wants to watch a woman with no legs being spun on a 10 inch rock hard cock with her arms out like a helicopter."

SpiralAgnel You've never lived until you've pounded on the lid of a garbage bin to fit over a dozen dead chickens and geese into it, and each time you do it it honks at you.

KilmarnockSHUT UP MY DICK IS REAL

Rosiee(pfft air holes water. she could have stored oxygen in her vag)

Mimi I'M THE QUEEN OF BAD WORDING.
DrRoy ME TOO MIMI

Mimi Dom >:c
Mimi be nice to Barney
Mimi go shit on his lap

Jacksoncan't handle what you just said mimi
A journey of a thousand miles ends with one,
"Fuck this, lets play video games."


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January 16th, 2012, 2:08 am #3

"How're you doing?"

Oh jesus.

Okay, so maybe there wasn't a 100% chance that his career would be fully free of classmate intervention. At least Lars Nylund - famous for his forearm scriptures - wasn't one of the jocks or mean girls. Not that he had any particular chainsmoker insults to give...nor was this exactly a ripe opportunity to do so.

"Oh, hi L-"

He stopped himself. No way was he going to say Lars' name out loud even though he was required by store law to wear a nametag with "CARLOS" stamped on it. Then again, now that he was probably exposed, there was nothing stopping everyone else from coming on down here and seeking him out.

At least he had the manager and his immediate supervisors on his side in case of harassment.

"Not too bad, you?" he began, a clenched jaw visible underneath his scripted smile as he started to take the items. He tried to avoid eye contact as he got to typing the digit code for the apples, though it wasn't hard to notice the sweat starting to bead on his forehead.
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January 16th, 2012, 5:29 am #4

"Oh, I'm cool." Lars replied, and missed his first greeting. Hoping to avoid conversation, Lars decided to let the man do his job. Getting his own wallet out to retrieve, what he hoped, enough money that would cover the food.

Three ten dollar bills, and a five. This should cover it, right? He wondered, looking in his wallet as if it would reveal the answer. Maybe if he shook it, the message would be,

"Ask again later." No, money would fly everywhere and this guy would have a funny story to tell his coworkers and friends.

Plus, the guy looked like he had a hard day. So the sooner Lars was out of his hair, the better. Lars looked up, and began to hand the money over when he recognized who his checker was.

Carlos Lazaro. Lars had never had a personal run in with the guy, but he's heard of him. Seen him around school.

Okay. Maybe if I act like I still don't know him, then I can just get out of here.

"So, how much is this gonna be?" Lars asked, raising his eyebrows in inquiry.
Lars Nylund "Shit, I was here for something."
Shopping -> Shooting
Edith West "Who the hell is editing my posts?"
Flirting
Caleb Matthews "Don't worry, Bro. We're still cool."
Refereeing

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Sean "I want to watch sensual, gentle porn. He wants to watch a woman with no legs being spun on a 10 inch rock hard cock with her arms out like a helicopter."

SpiralAgnel You've never lived until you've pounded on the lid of a garbage bin to fit over a dozen dead chickens and geese into it, and each time you do it it honks at you.

KilmarnockSHUT UP MY DICK IS REAL

Rosiee(pfft air holes water. she could have stored oxygen in her vag)

Mimi I'M THE QUEEN OF BAD WORDING.
DrRoy ME TOO MIMI

Mimi Dom >:c
Mimi be nice to Barney
Mimi go shit on his lap

Jacksoncan't handle what you just said mimi
A journey of a thousand miles ends with one,
"Fuck this, lets play video games."


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January 17th, 2012, 5:11 am #5

"Twelve fourty five," Carlos replied, his jaw slowly loosening.

He hadn't had quite a hard day. This wasn't exactly Black Wednesday (because nobody Black Fridays a grocery store). The presence of one of his own classmates was a bit of an unpleasant surprise though, to say the least. Somewhere between that one guy that asked to buy alcohol on a voucher or the one grouch that couldn't read the damn coupons.

He tried not to make eye contact as he swiped and typed each of the items on the scanner and placed them into the bag. But his arms looked like they were trembling. As much as he could turn to the manager in case he got harassed, there would be hell to pay in the other direction. If he was going to get something out of this before hell was paid to him outside of work, he'd have to be subtle.

Before he took the cash though, 'subtle' hit him like a slippery fish.

"By the way...did you find everything you need?"

Of course. Use one of the store script lines. Maybe he'd want a certain brand. Carlos could certainly excuse himself to get the stuff from the cigarette cabinet.
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January 17th, 2012, 4:33 pm #6

Lars had been sure he had everything. Absolutely sure.

Then Carlos asked for confirmation, and just like that Lars was questioning himself. Maybe his mother had forgot an item, and told him to remember it. Or cigarettes? No, he just bought a pack the other day. Sure it was half empty, but he wanted this to be short as possible. Frowning slightly, he thought if there was anything else. He could afford to get something else, maybe a candy bar?

Lars looked at the candy rack examining the selection of sweets, nothing he really liked. Did one of his parents ask for one? Well, if they did, too bad. He thought reluctantly. He spent enough time wondering, didn't he? Could one ever wonder too much?

Shaking his head out of that tangent, Lars then separated a ten and the five, and gave it to Carlos.

"No, this is everything."

((Edit 'cause I fail at maths forever))
Lars Nylund "Shit, I was here for something."
Shopping -> Shooting
Edith West "Who the hell is editing my posts?"
Flirting
Caleb Matthews "Don't worry, Bro. We're still cool."
Refereeing

[+] spoiler
Sean "I want to watch sensual, gentle porn. He wants to watch a woman with no legs being spun on a 10 inch rock hard cock with her arms out like a helicopter."

SpiralAgnel You've never lived until you've pounded on the lid of a garbage bin to fit over a dozen dead chickens and geese into it, and each time you do it it honks at you.

KilmarnockSHUT UP MY DICK IS REAL

Rosiee(pfft air holes water. she could have stored oxygen in her vag)

Mimi I'M THE QUEEN OF BAD WORDING.
DrRoy ME TOO MIMI

Mimi Dom >:c
Mimi be nice to Barney
Mimi go shit on his lap

Jacksoncan't handle what you just said mimi
A journey of a thousand miles ends with one,
"Fuck this, lets play video games."


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January 18th, 2012, 9:56 pm #7

"Okay, out of fifteen..." Carlos continued, taking the money and keying in the usual buttons.

Ka-ching! Well, more like a ka-chunk. These newfangled electronic registers didn't have bells anymore, though by the look of how they'd yellowed out they were probably older than he was. What was new were those definitely new-fangled coin dispensers to take care of what wasn't whole dollars.

"That'll be two-fifty-five change, Mr..." Carlos then checked the receipt, after plucking out two singles. Standard store procedure went that he had to address customers by their last name whenever their name got printed.

Which it wasn't. Good thing he knew the guy personally, right?

"...Lars. Take care now!" One last smile for the road as he handed Lars the bag of stuff.
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January 18th, 2012, 10:33 pm #8

Shifting in his feet while Carlos was running the transaction Lars wondered about the tales he was told. Were they really true, or just some mean spirited rumors that high schoolers made up? They could have been all over the spectrum. Didn't someone say the truth worked like a spectrum? Lars tried to flip through the pages of his mind, but no names were popping up. This was gonna bother him until he found it in a book or forgot again.

He looked up as Carlos handed him his bag and money, telling him to take care using his name.

Startled the Carlos knew his name, Lars sheepishly smiled as he took his change and bag. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought. He shouldn't have taken people's word from mouth, but sometimes they were right. But what if he offended Carlos? Shit, should I say something?

Not wanting to be late for the bus Lars settled for a smile and said,

"Thanks, Carlos. See you at school!" Before taking the bag, money, and receipt. He walked out of the grocery store shifting through the contents of the bag.

((Lars Nylund continued in Set Lasers to Fun))
Lars Nylund "Shit, I was here for something."
Shopping -> Shooting
Edith West "Who the hell is editing my posts?"
Flirting
Caleb Matthews "Don't worry, Bro. We're still cool."
Refereeing

[+] spoiler
Sean "I want to watch sensual, gentle porn. He wants to watch a woman with no legs being spun on a 10 inch rock hard cock with her arms out like a helicopter."

SpiralAgnel You've never lived until you've pounded on the lid of a garbage bin to fit over a dozen dead chickens and geese into it, and each time you do it it honks at you.

KilmarnockSHUT UP MY DICK IS REAL

Rosiee(pfft air holes water. she could have stored oxygen in her vag)

Mimi I'M THE QUEEN OF BAD WORDING.
DrRoy ME TOO MIMI

Mimi Dom >:c
Mimi be nice to Barney
Mimi go shit on his lap

Jacksoncan't handle what you just said mimi
A journey of a thousand miles ends with one,
"Fuck this, lets play video games."


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January 25th, 2012, 9:38 am #9

(Naomi Bell: Start)

Naomi was watching her little sister that day. Normally the nanny could take care of it, but it was her day off and Naomi volunteered to look after Maria. She was alright with it. As far as six-year-olds went, Maria wasn't that hard to handle.

The only problem was that she liked to chew on things. Naomi had faced this problem before. Such as when Maria went through her drawers and ate every piece of lip-gloss she owned. And some of the tables still had bite marks in them from when she was younger.

Compared to that, chewing on the wrapping of a bag of chips was normal. But it was still problematic, because 1) it was a bag of chips almost as big as Maria herself and 2) it was a bag of chips that belonged to the store they were currently standing in.

"Maria, stop chewing on that. It doesn't belong to you," Naomi said sternly. She tried to tug the bag away from Maria. "Give me the bag. We're not here for chips, we're getting what we need for dinner. Maria, please give me the bag."

Maria had strong teeth. She wouldn't let go of the bag. Naomi frowned and tugged harder. Still nothing. Naomi tried pulling just a little bit more--

Then there was an explosion. And suddenly chicken-flavoured, crinkled chips were raining from the sky. Maria, terrified by the sudden explosion, had tumbled backwards and was now sitting on the ground, looking shell-shocked and clinging to the remnants of the torn bag of chips.

Naomi looked around at the mess, now frowning a lot deeper. Well, that was going to make this trip a lot more... awkward. Not that she couldn't smooth it over. At least Maria hadn't set a fire or something that would have given an impression of delinquency.

"M'sorry," Maria mumbled.

"So you should be." Naomi's voice stayed level as she brushed loose chips off the groceries she'd already picked out. Though she was irritated, she'd practiced for too long at staying friendly at all times to let a little thing like this bother her enough to shatter the illusion. "Now, Maria. I know it was an accident, but you're going to come with me and we're going to find someone who works here. And you're going to apologise, alright?"

"But I apologised already."

"Yes, you apologised to me. But I don't work here. You have to apologise to whoever has to help clean this up, okay?"

"Okay."

Naomi grabbed Maria's hand and half-dragged her towards the register, carrying her groceries with the other hand. She arrived just in time to see another customer leave. The boy working at the register looked familiar. Carlos Lazaro. A boy from school that she'd never spoken to, but that she knew in passing. While she tried to speak with as many people as possible, she'd avoided Carlos on purpose because he was apparently rather vitriolic towards anyone who tried to talk to him.

Hrm. These hadn't been the sorts of circumstances that Naomi had wanted to talk to him in. But it couldn't be helped. Naomi walked up to the register, ignorant of the fact that there were chicken-flavoured chips still stuck in her hair.

"Excuse me, Carlos. My little sister accidentally tore a bag of chips over there." Naomi let go of Maria's hand to point back at the aisle. "She would like to apologise. And I'll, of course, pay for both the product she ruined and the inconvenience. I hope it's not too much trouble."
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(Sprites courtesy of the awesome Fenris.)

B020 - Daniel "Danny" Brooks | Weapon: Portable CD player with batteries | DECEASED
PREGAME - Past: 1 | Present: 1 2 3 | Sadie Hawkins: N/A
V6 - 1 2 3 4

G002 - Lillian "Lily" Caldwell | Weapon: Army Helmet | DECEASED
PREGAME - Past: 1 2 | Present: 1 2 3 | Sadie Hawkins: 1 2
V6 - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

G043 - Clarice Halwood | Weapon: Can of Air Freshener | ALIVE
PREGAME - Past: 1 2 | Present: 1 2 3 | Sadie Hawkins: 1
V6 - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
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B020 - Joe Carrasco | Weapon: Dressage Whip | DECEASED - "All the wishes... impossible. Gun's enough."
PREGAME - Present: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 | Prom: 1 2 3 4
V5 - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

G003 - Naomi Bell | Weapon: Electric Hedge Trimmers | DECEASED - "S-s-stop."
PREGAME - Past: 1 2 3 | Present: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 | Prom: 1
V5 - 1 2 | Meanwhile - 1

G043 - Mallory McCormick | Weapon: Flathead Screwdriver | DECEASED - "Okay... Hospital... Then tennis..."
PREGAME - Past: 1 2 | Present: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
V5 - 1 2 3 4 5 | Meanwhile - 1
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January 26th, 2012, 8:23 am #10

Carlos didn't quite hear the dull explosion, which through sheer coincidence followed-up with the dull thud of the till sliding shut. He handed Lars the bag, money, receipt, and then took a very deep breath as soon as he was sure Lars was out of earshot (which to him could as well have been the moment he turned his back.)

He closed his eyes after inhaling, exhaling and stretching his arms as he turned to face the next customer in line.

"Hi, how can I help-" He cut himself off, having finally put his salesman's smile back on only to find himself staring at yet another classmate as his eyelids opened.

"Excuse me, Carlos. My little sister accidentally tore a bag of chips over there."

Oh jesus. Oh baby.

One classmate visiting him wasn't enough today, the fates had to make it two. Now it was Naomi Bell, with chips in her hair from reasons she was explaining. Little Miss Politics and whoever she was babysitting this month. She was probably more frustrated at the kid for causing the mess, but the hell if he knew. The two were probably as close as they'd ever been for the past few weeks not counting the times they passed in the hallways.

"She would like to apologise. And I'll, of course, pay for both the product she ruined and the inconvenience. I hope it's not too much trouble."

There are worse ways to pose for that photo that'll end your career, babe. Oh, the temptation that he could finally ignite a politician's hot air in front of a hundred strangers that were starting to give their first fucks about election season. And there were so many things he could call her out for right now that would probably end his own career before it even began. Especially with the store's Checker-In-Chief lurking at Checkstand Four.

"Oh, that's no problem," he began, his salesman's smile shaky like the fault under the Cascades. "I'll just...have them clean it up."

Carlos' arm then suddenly darted for the intercom phone that was standard equipment at every checkstand, nearly fumbling the receiver onto the ground. Standard procedure for a dry cleanup was to call the available janitor and have them sweep the damn thing up before someone slipped, fell, and caused an accident that would nullify the company bingo game. It was convoluted, but you had to love the odd freak spawn of corporate bureaucracy for whatever else they took away from "the working man."

"Ja- Jeremiah, dry cleanup on Aisle 2, please, thanks..."

He nearly fumbled the receiver again as he placed it back into its holder.

"Anyway..." The next thing he knew, his head was bowed down in such a way that he was now smiling at the kid she had brought along like he had free candy under the counter.

He bit his lip and returned his gaze to her. If there was one thing he could say he couldn't stand more than encountering classmates at the checkstand - which was moving quickly up his list - it was the sound of a crying child at close proximity.

No. It couldn't be helped.

"People knock things over and...I'm not sure how to go about this..." Carlos stuttered, then finding whatever part of the corporate script he could cling to and belting it out in rapid fire.

"You need any help with anything?"
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