Post by adlai on Feb 14, 2012 1:33:01 GMT -5
It would seem Marcel lacked one thing on his break, a break. Oddly enough he seemed to still be working. "Damn idiot, can even keep track of the dates." He was good at developing and learning complex systems in which to do things, the right way. It wasn't as hard as it seemed, actually it even looked easy. The old shit up front and the new stuff in the back. How could such a system be considered so complex. He had no idea, none whatsoever. Surprises lurked around every corner, donning nothing more than an apron a red t-shirt and black skinny jeans with what would be black vans he simply put himself to further work, due to the fools he worked with didn't seem to have a grasp on any concept. He wish he could just go on break and smoke pot or do whatever it is teenagers do, though remaining under the radar seemed best for him now.
He stood up though, it seemed all was done, for now. Slowly making his way to the break room he had opened his locker and reached for a pack of red cigarettes. Pulling one out and then placing them into the front pocket of his shirt he grabbed the lighter out of his pocket and made his way to the back passing the others. In the managers room, it would seem they were writing in the request of sheet. What bullshit...As if they needed a day, freaking morons. He clenched his lighter tightly and made his way to the back door which he had flung open carelessly. Now just outside paradise centre, he began his favorite part of the day...indulgence. There was nothing better to him than a cigarette when he was on the brink of sheer frustration or ready to punch someones face or....rip their face...off of their face.
"Finally..." He said under his breath throwing himself against the wall behind him. As he propped up he watched the trucks move in and out, and the idiots go back and forth. He was hoping he could pull a JFK and have 'em go back and to the left, though all in the world were never that lucky...or unlucky. Marcel continued to smoke, and pushing up his glasses he watched. He heard someone talking about a catchy song, he squinted slightly. It was some valley girl type..She probably had half a freaking brain and it was probably inactive for the most part of it's existence, or even unaware of it. 'I don't know the songs really catchy I guess..but I don't know why I like it.' Marcels eyes spelled rage "Cause. It sucks..."
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