All Outta Luck
Disclaimer: I don't own any KH characters or any related areas.
AN: This is a response fic to the request I got from Axel in "Another Generic AkuRoku" by Chronoskingdom. I hope she likes this.
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You ever been down on your luck? I mean WAY down. You're suffering a depression from a constant monotony in the way life just loves to screw you over. That's how low on luck I'm talking. Things just aren't looking up for this cat. My job is low-pay at a run-down chain restaurant that tried to become the next Moxie's and failed miserably. I'm surprised the health inspector hasn't shut the owner down yet; what with all the crap caking the yellowed tiles on the walls and floors around the kitchen. Why don't I work somewhere else? There IS NO WHERE else. I'm living in the middle of no where in a sleepy desert town that almost reaches 40 degrees Celsius during the day and -10 degrees during the night.
Who ever you are, you're going to have to put up with my whining. I'm too fed up to keep it all pent up for the sake of everyone else's sanity.
I got people telling me what to do, and I HAVE to do it. I don't have a choice 'cuz it's my job. People tell me to fly, and I freakin fly. I need the money to get out of this forsaken hell hole, but who knows when that's gonna happen. I'm stuck for life, and I freakin' hate it.
So here I am being a baby and writing for all I'm worth. What else can I do? This is the best I've got. And to who ever reads this, it's your own stupid fault for picking this notebook up.
Axel closed the beat up diary unceremoniously and tossed it across the room where it fell to the floor half open with its pages bending. The young man snorted and rolled himself backwards purposely crashing into the bed causing the desired effect that forced physics to oblige with gravity and force of motion to throw him right onto the bed without him lifting a finger. He lay sprawled out with his face to the old quilt and sighed.
"I want out so bad..."
Axel was 19, single (Only because there was absolutely no one to date in that forsaken town), handsome, and he knew it, was a go getter who always got what he wanted, and was a hard worker, but somehow all these qualities hadn't seemed to be enough to get him the heck out of his predicament.
"Yo, kid! You're needed in the boiler room. Something ain't running down there and we're getting complaints. "
Ah, the hotel manager. Yes, he worked a few jobs for the sake of making as much money as possible. He worked as a bell boy and mechanic for a cheap Bed and Breakfast, where he consequently lived, run by his great, great uncle twice removed or something.
"I'm comin' old man." Axel groaned and got up by first pushing his chest off the bed and slid his lower half off the end until his holey tennis shoes hit the floor. He trudged his way across the creaky wood purposely making noise to blow out some of his frustration.
AN: short and unfinished for now, but it's a good intro. I'll be updating. Thanks for reading.