Nazz walked into Chipotle after requesting a favor from Nat. Due to the teal-haired fun-starter obliging the butter-blonde soon arrived home for a quick change of attire and then at Chipotle. The gold-sphered Nathan came into what was established after Nazz and after she was guided away to a room in the back did Nat proceed to the counter ready to complete his order. Which success he was issued a veggie-lover's spicy-piquant chicken and rice wrap with beef and cheese. Prior to sitting at his seat and savoring the potent aspects of his meal he found it to be a delightful success.
In the back room Liam, the hiring manager, took his seat in the sage-green office chair before lifting his bent head to conduct proper body-language.
His captain smiled, "Where's Cecelia," Nazz asked, staring straight ahead at his bright-green eyes.
"She's out today for a toe injury," Liam supplied before breathing out a disparaging sigh.
Nazz abruptly wore a shocked-appearance, "What happened," she asked, her concern naturally being expressed through her voice.
His poker-face was neutral, "She'll do just fine on Friday," Liam assured.
Nazz wasn't exactly convinced. Due to her doubt she was uncoaxed and unencouraged to see an optimistic outlook. Would she really be wholly recovered by that Friday. She could feel her dread seeping through her unmarred composure.
Liam lifted his hand, the blonde's eyes moved over to see one flat palm, "She just stepped on some metal, really," he assured her firmly, "I sent her off to get it examined by medical personnel. Alright, let's get down to business," He stated, giving command while he clicked the stack of papers clasped in his hand against the coated wooden desk.
The paper were a resume Nathan had had one of his hired help assist Nazz with. Someone had called her over the phone and had simply went over numerous questions with and a detailed Nazz-inspired resume was typed, copied, and faxed out to multiple companies thanks to a few Russian brides.
Nazz nodded, ready to begin the interview.
"First, do you currently have the option of possibly working for another company anytime soon?"
Nazz shook her head and then watched as Liam checked off a category on the front page he was holding with a black gel pen.
"How soon would you be willing to start," he asked.
"The day after tomorrow will be fine," Nazz replied, "I'm off of school that day and the day after, too."
"When will you be able to provide necessary information that is necessary for the company to gain your employment?"
"Tomorrow," Nazz tells him with a nod.
"Ooohkay," Liam replies with a smile and brighter green eyes which really painted up his distinctive face, "Be ready to receive your gift of employment tomorrow when I'll be ready to sign you with our company," Liam expressed his enthusiasm before promptly standing and professionally ambling towards her. He shook her hand and she couldn't wipe away the grin that was plastered to her face.
"The pleasures all mine," Nazz squealed and her grin dug into her cheeks at the realization that she'd be able to comply with her choice of seeing her mother this Christmas, "You won't regret this, I swear!"
Nazz quickly pulled him to her and hugged him sharply due to her evidently swift and successful movement to do so.
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Edd was sighing a weighty sigh where he was currently positioned, outside of the phone store. Thanks to the misconduct of Ed and Eddy, who were gleefully tossing objects that did. not. belong to them through of their living space, his phone's screen had been shattered to pieces whilst he tried to lose the day to solitude and sanctuary in his overly heated shower.
"He-hey, don't tell shovel-chin okay," Eddy said with his hands up and defensive written all over his face. Edd had stood in front of him, glowering, as droplets of of water grouped together in a liquid-mass on the floor beneath his feet. A grim frown had been on his face.
Indeed he had most likely been correct. The redhead would've totally flipped.
At the moment his pressing matter was concentrating on finishing the unique set-up of his new phone. Oblivious due to being restricted from his routine attentiveness Edd failed to fathom that an unknown stranger was lurking not too far from behind him. Suddenly, Edd was grasped and rushed through the air. Edd gasped before making his grip encasing the phone more firm and began to squirm before he started to to fight against his restraints for freedom by lashing around. His mouth was covered and an arm was held against his throat to cut-off sound, he'd tried to scream various time already. It was something admirable really. The brash movements he'd involved with the stronger individual turned into thrashes as Double D's mouth was pried open and a balled to zip lock bag was inserted into his mouth before alleged and evidently taller male duct-taped his mouth shut.
The intellectual sharply twisted his arms forward, trying to get out of the other's solid arm-hold. It did no good, the weaker man was thoroughly confined. The captor shook him a bit roughly before he stopped him solidly and held him in place before the rest of the roll of duct-tape was taped around his arms. He was raised into the air again before he was bombarded through the open backseat of a grey car where Double D discovered someone who could perfectly relate to him all bound, incapable of coherent speech, and blind-folded.
The ravenette looked over at the only other passenger visibly emitting a mix of shock and confusion upon acquiring knowledge of the other situation existing in the back. Upon realizing the gingered carrot-top did it dawned on the intellectual that his eyes were to be quite useful for the upcoming premeditated occurrence, quite beneficial indeed. In order to aid the other, the ravenette had concocted a plan and then was reminded of one of the many bobby-pins he kept within his hair to tame the otherwise unmanageable follicles. Making quick note that he was hindered from relying on his arms Edd threw a look to the apparent owner of the grey trash-heap and threw back his head and began to rub it up, down, back and forth in a particular pattern before the bobby pin no longer had business with his hair. Loosely laying, hampered above the fabric of his trademark beanie, the bobby pin eventually was released from under the man's cap thanks to Double D sliding the back of his head down whilst pressed to the head and then the neck rest of the seat. It cascaded down, through the air, and luckily plopped onto his lap. Keeping his posture while the passenger next to him continued to slouch Double D bent over and lifted the bobby pin with his teeth.
Finally, the ravenette used the bobby pin to pull the blind-fold down, away from the unfamiliar ginger's eyes which revealed his rectangular glasses.
Kevin stuck his foot out and kicked the seat in front of him once he realized what was going on and an advantage to regain liberty for himself and the recognized overachiever. The kick made the dark-haired driver a jault and he resorted to throwing an aggressive glare pointed straight Kevin's way. Bullseye, Kevin was scared. Double D fought to wriggle the duct-tape from covering his mouth. They were stuck in the drivethru of a Harris Teeter, the napped two had heard the owner of the vehicle order three different bottles of alcohol and a plate of food from the food court only moments ago. If they could just get noticed their situation would be examined by a worker of the providers and, with all the police in the city, once more confronted with disregarded freedom.
Kevin kicked the seat again whilst Double D continued tiredly fidgeting his tongue against the duct tape. The car-owner whipped his head towards Kevin again and with grit teeth and a look of sheer anger took hold of the ginger's leg and quickly jerked it away from himself in one fluid motion.
"Quit it," he implored with agitated frustration lining his tone. Hearing heels clacking against linoleum the ginger yet again took his chance and kicked the seat much harder than the first two times. Somehow, the woman handing him, whoever he was, his requests with a smile and a customer-appropriate tone that had her appearing to be satisfied with the occurrence of new company. The green-eyed carrot-top kicked the seat again and still the cashier failed to tear her eyes from their captor and switch them over to his and Edd's captive situation.
Sweat had broke out on Double D's brow, he had to break from trying to aid with assistance. Kevin cursed as the driver finished up his social duty and drove off.
"Hey," an acerbic voice boomed from the back, intruding the state of silence and phasing away involved peace, "What are you doing," the ravenette exclaimed, hitting a nerve of the driver, Jake Walace, "End this at once. Return us back to where you so rudely abducted us."
Double D gasped within as he pondered whether or not the angry punk was the town's killer and if a dangerous situation would soon be the end of them.
Jake shook his head and sighed, ignoring the blaring noise coming from the back seat and just spun his volume to a less likely to ignore frequency. Double D kept protesting, leading Jake to really wish he'd never had any hearing that day. Suddenly the car came to an abrupt stop and each man looked over, eager to scan their surroundings. Jake pushed the car door open before pulling Kevin out by his shoulders, his butt slid across the seat on his way out.
"P-please reconsider," Edd begged with a loud scream. The ravenette practically flung himself towards the other side of the car, his temporary elude wasn't quite enough to complete his task, though. It was then proved that the punk contained an astonishing amount of strength after he grasped Double D his shoulder, "Nooo, noooo, Noo," he hollered as he was dragged across the seat, "Nohehnooooo aah!hehaah hehhehaaahh," Double D cried during his fit due to being so frightened because he had then been hoisted over his kidnapper's shoulder.
Streets completely cleared of all other human life, Jake waddled towards his designated direction as Edd continued to loudly cry and a thrash back and forth in order to get himself dropped to the ground, "For the love of- For God's fucking sake will you quit!?"
Jake unexpectedly stopped and whilst curving the side of his body that Double D was held on in and stomping hard on the asphalt solidly jarred the ravenette with his action, "Stop, goddamn it."
Jake was fortunate enough to carry the two upstairs and into his room without disruption.
A girl could be heard supporting an idea of a Mexican Takeover as they were entered into a large dorm room, "I mean if they would just takeover and reform their government and systems then maybe we wouldn't have this problem in the economy today," Edd heard her say as he's searching eyes loomed around, curiously. The undertone blending with her voice was astringent and he couldn't help but notice it, "I mean it wouldn't even be a bad thing, beneficial, actually. Not only that, buh-" and then, with wide-eyes she stopped. She stared straight ahead at what had stunned her. The auburnette stared at him, obviously astonished. Jake and Kevin who was turned to face her understood that she was oblivious to exactly what was going on, "Oh my god, what did you do?"
"Those two people you told me about," he asked and the look on her face wasn't fazed, "The ones you told me to get to fix up the t.v.," he tried again and her look of shock began to dim, "You told me you knew some people who could enhance it for us."
The girl who sat upon her blond boyfriend's lap who was occupied on the bed's mouth closed. The rims of her eyes were slightly squinted and glowering at him, "I told you if you wanted it to be personalized like you want you can go to them and get them to do it for you because they're pretty good at those kinds of things," Blair bitterly stated.
"Yeah," Jake nodded as Edd squirmed. Blair just crossed her arms over her chest, "So I got 'em."
"Tch. Did either one of you two agree to this or is he just messing with me," she asked with a bothered sound.
"No," Edd exclaimed sourly.
"You.. Didn't know.. That I meant to go bring them here by asking them to come along with you and not. Just take them yourself off of your own free will," she expressed her feelings by dressing her words in a calm, lowered and soft voice.
Jake simply shook his head before turning and waddling into the spacious living area. Many occupants were ither positioned in the room or slowly ambling around. Edd could see that, besides themselves, the large dorm which he knew had been reformed back in the early 2000s, contained a total of twenty three people. It was a nice place, living there looked to be alot of fun. There was a bed against the window, obviously hand-sewn Hindu-culture looking bean bags on the floor in front of curtains and a whole side-wall outlined with self-made cushions (look like plush couch cushions). Jake grunted as he heaved the two boys through the arrangement of curtains and hanging beads and onto the plush cushions that more than several people were relaxed on.
Kevin had been dropped onto a cushion closest to two girls who sat comfortably on the seats. The girl with a faded-black beanie, white skin, vivid, long one-length dirty blonde hair, who looked like a model was sitting across several cushions, laptop in lap, legs splayed out. The girl with dreads was who the ginger was closest to but hadn't seen first. She was unmistakable for she had long, dark-brown dreads, a dream catcher tattooed to her wrist, and was obviously native and white. Beside the girl with fine hair sat someone that blew both Double D and Kevin's mind; a middle-aged security guard who worked for the school and was wearing a nametag that said "Charles Belden" was next to a fat plumber with a salt and pepper beard and mustache and a name tag on his chest that said, "Larry". A cuddling couple was sitting next to Larry.
A thirty year old teacher who had also recently enrolled as a student had rich brown hair and a perfect facial hair. Unknown to students and most faculty members the art teacher; Mr. Loring and his wife; Anna, who was wearing a Hollow beanie and dark red lipstick's place of residence was actually a smaller dorm down the hall.
Double D was at a loss for words at what he saw seated in an arm chair, drinking beer.
"M-Mr. Cowin," the ravenette muttered, voice barely above a whisper and blended with the soft sound of shock.
"Hey, Edd," Mr. Cowin stated before he intoxicated himself further.
"What're you doing here?"
Mr. Cowin responded by throwing his brown eyes towards some people in the room, "These guys help me deal with my shit life."
Kevin and almost anyone else who'd heard him say that laughed. Even the seven people in the two dorm bedrooms could be heard laughing. It was something merely too unprofessional to be amusing to Edd who had higher expectations than that.
Other pressing matters include Jake in the kitchen, talking with a hippie dude named Frank who stood beside a guitar that was learned up against a cabinet, a short girl named Benji who was wearing comfort clothes and smoking weed, a hipster guy named Alex, a prep girl named Alyssa Forts who had grey eyes, long eyebrows, long, ashe brown hair, had on a plaid skirt and a cardigan over a button-up shirt, Alyssa's art-prep boyfriend who had short brown hair, was a painter, and was in photography club.
At last but not least there was a Satanic dude who stood by the window, his piercing blue eyes that had depths were staring out the window, darkly. His name was Lukes Bouler who was born into and is an occult member of an underground ancient church on cursed cemetery grounds. He's a member of Southfield Circle, was left-handed, had two dobermen and a doberman pincher on leashes there with him that were very well-behaved. He had a long, pointed nose, a satanic long-finger ring, shiny, long black hair that was perfectly straight and he had a thick tarnished silver chain with a bike of blood attached to his right wrist and the rest of the chain attached to his wrist and fingers, he also wore a satanic necklace which had three bikes of blood attached, each are dark red blood. It is the blood of his twelve year old daughter's and her dead mother's.
Kevin jumped when he saw Lukes while Edd's navy orbs traveled over to a woman who's name was Alexis Plotter. Her hair was dyed purple with blue streaks and was cut into a mermaid-ombre style. She was standing, talking to a French band member who was a black guy named Juan when Edd started whispering, out of abhorrence for causing disruption, for her to come over.