Chapter 1-The Average day of an average man
A/n Well the re-write on this one is done...sorry for getting all your hopes up for new stuff on this by the way. There will be little sections done over better, added bits here across the chapter and such. Again, same stuff as last chapter, OC's are welcome, and also, I need the art! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and keep on charging. -Haven
As Jack re-filled a few cups for some customers, handed them out, and watched them walk away he sighed inwardly and thought, "Just another day in paradise...". All of a sudden as he thought to himself he heard someone clearing their throat behind him and say, "Daydreaming again Jack?" He turned, expecting to see his boss but instead he saw his best friend and co-worker, Nicholas. Though he preferred to be called, 'Nick'. Jack gave him a embarrassed smile and said, "Nick. Man am I glad it's only you. Thought the boss had caught me wool-gathering..." Nick gave a lopsided grin and responded, "He just might one of these days! What has you moping about like this?" Jack sighed and leaned back against the wall behind him, his hands in his pockets, and quietly said, "I dunno. I just feel...Ah it will sound crazy..." Nick nodded, smiled understandingly, and said, "You're stir crazy man. It's natural at our age when we stay in a job like this for a while." Jack shrugged and replied, "Maybe. I just feel like there's more to life than just working at a shop like this..." Nick nodded sagely and put a hand on Jack's shoulder saying, "Not for average Joes like you and me my friend. For us, this is all we can have, at least, with our kind of training. Anyway, we had best get back to work." And as they were about to turn back they heard someone from behind them saying, "Yeah you should. Otherwise you will find yourselves looking for new jobs." Jack and nick turned around to see their boss Desmond behind them with his arms crossed. He then extended one hand, pointing towards the counter where a line of people were standing waiting to order and said one word, "Move!" Jack and Nick sprang to work. And the day continued on as any other average workday did.
*3 Hrs later...*
Jack walked down the street, Green Backpack slung over his shoulder, passing through the neighborhood adjacent to his and wondered at how all the buildings he passed always were completely spotless and gleaming, with shining displays in every shop. But then he arrives at his block. Compared to the neighborhood he had been in before, his was much, much worse. It was full of dilapidated and run-down buildings with boards over the windows and graffiti tags sprayed across the walls on every building straight to the end of the street. As he approached the door to his apartment building he muttered, "Home sweet home..." He then unlocked the door and re-locked it behind him. As he walked up the stairs to his floor he heard the normal noises of the building around him, People yelling and arguing in some rooms, Rock music blaring from others. After a few more moments of walking he arrived at his floor. He entered his apartment, Setting down his backpack on his sofa he sat down and leaned back on the plush seat with a weary sigh of relief. Yet another day in the life of an average Joe... just like always...