Persuasion and New Faces
'Alrighty then,' I thought to myself, 'I need to learn how to make good injera and watt by the end of the day, where can I go to learn that?' It took a few moments before I realized that there was an Ethiopian place nearby and that it would be a simple thing to get some recipes from them. With that in mind I happily skipped over to the Ethiopian restaurant I was going to either black ma- "Convince" them to let me have the recipes or if that didn't work I would just ste-Err, borrow them, yeah borrow them that is what I meant to say, borrow them without permission but fully intending to return them. When I reached the restaurant I went up to one of the waitresses and
-This portion of the story was removed in order to preserve whatever sanity the reader might retain I am sorry for the inconviniace-
I smirked a bit, proud of my powers of persuasion and exited the restaurant with recipes for watt and the guarantee that they would have fresh injara for me when I stopped by later that day.
As I walked down the sidewalk I pulled out my cell phone and speed dialed my next stop to find out if they had anything new for me, I was in luck as they had just gotten a bunch of new "inventory" and it was completely clean. Walking over to the city morgue, or as those who visit it regularly call it Death's Diner. As I made my way through the streets I watched the crowds part to avoid me, most didn't even realize that they did it, but a few knew exactly what they were doing and retained enough of their sanity to know that getting in my way when I was dressed as I was (A blue shirt that at the neck resembled a crop top but instead of being cut off before the fabric reached the waist flowed down further and was given shape by a belt around the stomach right in between my hips and my ribs, and black pants that resembled Hakama but rather than being made from a stiff fabric like most flowed like a skirt.) could be considered equivalent to signing their own death warrant. I found it funny how careful they all were, acting like they wanted to live as long as possible, when in reality they had given up on life when they made the decision to live and or work so close to the River families residence.
I continued thinking like this my entire walk to Death's Diner enjoying the relative peace that one could not find while anywhere near one of the members of the River family, or if you are one of said members, when you are within a mile of another member. When I reached the morgue I looked around to make sure that nobody could see me, when I was sure that I was as good as invisible I rapped my premium members passcode out on the door. At Death's Diner, all people who are regular customers get a personal password. This password is used to let the workers know what inventory the customer has access to. I, like most of the River family, have a "Royal" membership. People with "Royal" memberships get first pick on the inventory and get the best service, we get the best deals and our purchases are the best kept secrets. Today I hoped to find a younger body somewhere in the age range of 20-35, they had to have been relatively healthy before they died, fit but not ripped, they needed to have no toxins in their body, and I hoped that I would be able to find one that was from Eurasia or Africa. Going through the new stock I found several that almost met all of my requirements but none that were quite what I was looking for, I had been looking for nearly fifteen minutes when I heard someone at the front; nobody made any move to hide the good stuff so I figured it was another "Royal" member. You see when you become a "Royal" member you learn who most of the other "Royal" members are so that we know who we can talk to about our purchases. I, as one of the most important "Royal" members, knew everyone on the Spades List, the second most detailed list of members. The most detailed list is called the Hearts List; it is also the most important one, and the hardest to learn. If the ones in charge of Death's Diner decide that they trust you enough to let you know the Hearts List they will contact you and give you a specific set of instructions to follow, if you manage to follow these instructions perfectly you are told the Hearts List. You see the reason it is called the Hearts List is because those privy to its contents must know the entire list by heart after hearing it only once. When two people that I didn't recognize walked in I knew immediately that they must be one of the people that are only recorded on the Hearts list, meaning that they were most likely one of the anonymous donators that provided "Rare" merchandise. The first of the two looked normal enough (disregarding the fact that he was shopping in a morgue) he had red hair, pale skin, and was a fairly regular height, the oddest thing about him (once again other than the whole morgue thing) was his cloths, they resembled a can of Pringles but with a zipper and a tall collar, colored black and adorned with red clouds. They gave no indication of what his build might be or if he was hiding any weapons. The other person wore the same cloths as the first, he was taller and when you looked at him the first thing you noticed was that he had what appeared to be the mouth of a gargantuan venus fly trap growing from his shoulders. Then when most of the shock that he was part plant wore off you noticed this other strange feature, his skin. Now most people when they say that someone is black or white, they mean that someone is African or Caucasian, and tan lines are easy to miss. Not on this man, this mans skin was actually black and white and it wasn't even something that you could just pass off as a skin condition like if he was super pale and had black moles all over his body or he was super dark skinned and had a few places with scar tissue. The skin of the large plant man was pitch black on one half of his body, and whiteout white on the other half and these colors change right down the middle of his body. I did not know what to do, if I should introduce myself or just avoid them at all costs. My gut told me to do the second and my mind agreed with it. So I remained on the opposite side of the building as them and kept to the shadows. Even though my gut told me to stay far away, and for the most part I did, I couldn't help but take a look at what they were doing. To my surprise they now had two shopping carts and were picking out bodies from the tables. After about twelve bodies they pulled out a large scroll, suddenly there was a flash of light and a poof of smoke. I blinked trying to get the spots out of my eyes, and when I could see again there was another pile of bodies' right next to the first one. After that I stopped paying attention, 'it must be their deal,' I thought and went back to looking at my side of the building. When I heard the front door open and close shut I decided to take a look at what they had traded in. When I saw what they had brought I could hardly contain my glee, right there at the front of the pile of bodies was one that fit all of the requirements I was looking for. Immediately I called over one of the workers and told him to ring it up, then hold it till later that day so I wouldn't have to carry it every place I went that day. Feeling quite pleased I paid for the merchandise and pulled out my To Do list checking the first two items off and said, "I hope BB is up to trying something different."
I didnt send that little line about perserving sanity to my teacher, in the orginal there is a huge portion of the story that is just blacked out, my classmates will be reading this so I thought it would be funny. If you want to know what my english teacher gets to see look below, if not skip the next part it doesnt actually pretain to the story.
Hey guys I am sorry if you thought that you could read what I did at the restaurant but if I did all of my secrets would be revealed. In any case I don't want to mentally scar you because of my acts of persuasion at the establishment. I need to continue typing for a bit so that it looks like this part was edited out by the government when it is printed but to be honest if I had actually written this part the entire story would have been deleted before I could say 'Shinigami'. Did I tell you good job yet? If not, good job on your Idea but hey sacrifices need to be made so that the rest of it can get out into the world. Thinking, thinking, thinking got it! I will type in random lyrics and see if you can guess the songs. Hirogaru yami no naka kawashiatta kakumei no chigiri Aishita yue ni mebaeta aku no hana kore no kara saki otozureru de arou subete o dare ni mo jamasaseru wake ni wa ikanai kara. That was the first verse of a song that I don't think you would understand. Please don't say "You are lazy" Datte hontou wa crazy Hakuchou-tachi wa sou Mienai took de bataashisurun desu. (In English it is Please don't say "You are lazy" but the truth is I am crazy the swans, I am sure thrash their legs beneath the water).Do you know this one? With 1000 lies and a good disguise hit him right between the eyes, hit em right between the eyes, when you walk away nothing more to say see the lightning in your eyes see em running for their lives! Alright I think this is long enough, send your answers to (sorry but no only my teacher can see my email, if you want to answer however, pm me or put it in your comment)
