Hey, most of this I had written but then I lost it a few times and yea...so
the second half is made up...again.
Review and say what you want to happen to the Ishtars.
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Ryou:
20 miles later, Ryou found himself in front of a building that had the words Second Chances on the front. It looked ok, small in the front but went back a bit and had a cheery looking neighborhood. Grabbing his backpack (which held his papers), out of the backseat, he started towards the friendly building with pictures of various animals on the wall. Passing through a set of electric, glass sliding doors, he spotted a bored girl with black hair, reading a teen magazine with scantily clothed women featuring items, while she unattractively chewed her gum with her mouth open.
The minute she spotted him, she perked up, stuck out her chest, and greeted him with a fake smile, "Hey cutie, can I help you?"
"I believe you can," Ryou calmly replied, "by showing me where to start." The girl, eyes shining gave him a look full of lust.
"Start what?" she asked in a husky tone, taking his innocent question as a flirt. Color rushed to her cheeks as he reached into his backpack and pulled out his papers.
"Oh," she said, and led him down the hallway situated next to her desk. The hallway was hospital-like, with a continuous pattern of red, white, and green tiled lining the floor. Scattered on the white walls were black doors from which produced indistinguishable animal calls. After walking for what seemed for hours in Ryou's head but minutes on his watch, the teen stopped at a door titled 'Dr. Hanson' with black paint on letters.
The girl knocked on the door and turned to Ryou in her lustful voice. "If you need anything, I mean anything please do not hesitate to ask, by the way, my name's Mandi," she said, shaking his hand and discreetly passing him a slip of paper. Then, she turned on her heel and with one last look, mouthed 'call me'.
Just then, the door opened and a blonde haired, blue-eyed man in his early 30's walked out. He was 5'9 and seemed cheery, dressed in a white lab coat and a stethoscope hanging around his shoulders.
"Ryou Bakura?" He addressed Ryou. Ryou nodded. "I've been expecting you, grab a coat and stethoscope and follow me," was all he said as he continued down the endless hallway.
Meanwhile on the other side of Domino
After getting lost three times as a result of keeping his perfect stubborn masculine image unmarred by refusing to ask direction(), Bakura finally stopped in front of a 20-story building with mirror windows.
"Wow, I wouldn't want to be jumping from this thing," he said to himself as he entered the building.
Past the revolving doors, unlike the calm exterior, the inside of the building was raring with life. More than twenty people were walking in circles chatting away on their cell phones, pausing every few minutes to make sure whom ever they were calling was still there, still more were behind desks typing 100wpm on their computers and still more were fiddling with electronic devise way beyond their intellect. Noticing he was staring, Bakura sought out someone who could help him.
All of a sudden, he spotted a slightly larger desk with a woman who was facing the doors with a headset on. Deciding that this was the person to ask, Bakura wandered over to the secretary's desk and patiently -he did not want a bitchy response- waited, or stared out the window, for the young woman to finish.
In a matter of five minutes, Bakura was brought back to reality when the woman began addressing him.
"Sir?"
"Urrrrrrrrrr," Bakura began awkwardly was she caught him off guard, "Oh, yes, I am here for a telemarketing position for school." He began sifting in his backpack for his papers. After a few seconds of rummaging, he came up with the rumpled paperwork and handed it to the secretary. And then...
Hell broke out on this person's desk; phones were ringing, pagers were vibrating, the computer was beeping and many hand-held devices began performing various operations and made an assortment of sounds. Bakura was so startled; he squeaked and jumped back a step.
Sigh. The employee looked sadly at the chaos in front of her; she had not even flinched at this occurrence.
"Common, follow me, you're doing me a favor by giving me an excuse to leave." She began to walk towards the elevator. Bakura quietly shuffled after her.
Once inside the elevator, the woman, whose name was Amanda, turned to Bakura.
"Don't worry," Amanda assured him, giving a slight smile "Your job is nothing like that."
"Whew, I thought I was gonna have to jump."
Minutes later they arrived at the desired floor. Various one sided greetings and conversations were heard from the giant room of cubicles and they passed by what seemed like a mouse maze of them before they came to a glass room. Amanda led Bakura inside. No one could be seen for the only occupant of the room besides its newcomers was in a high-backed leather chair facing the window away from the door. Slowly the chair began to turn as the click of the door was heard. And much to Bakura's dismay, its occupant was none other than
Seto Kiaba.
'Gods kill me now'
SM- dun dun dun please tell me if u want me oto continue with this pair or switch to the Ishtars. Any telemarketer jokes? Good burger jokes?
Please r&r
Review and say what you want to happen to the Ishtars.
E-mail me at , I respond to everything.
Ryou:
20 miles later, Ryou found himself in front of a building that had the words Second Chances on the front. It looked ok, small in the front but went back a bit and had a cheery looking neighborhood. Grabbing his backpack (which held his papers), out of the backseat, he started towards the friendly building with pictures of various animals on the wall. Passing through a set of electric, glass sliding doors, he spotted a bored girl with black hair, reading a teen magazine with scantily clothed women featuring items, while she unattractively chewed her gum with her mouth open.
The minute she spotted him, she perked up, stuck out her chest, and greeted him with a fake smile, "Hey cutie, can I help you?"
"I believe you can," Ryou calmly replied, "by showing me where to start." The girl, eyes shining gave him a look full of lust.
"Start what?" she asked in a husky tone, taking his innocent question as a flirt. Color rushed to her cheeks as he reached into his backpack and pulled out his papers.
"Oh," she said, and led him down the hallway situated next to her desk. The hallway was hospital-like, with a continuous pattern of red, white, and green tiled lining the floor. Scattered on the white walls were black doors from which produced indistinguishable animal calls. After walking for what seemed for hours in Ryou's head but minutes on his watch, the teen stopped at a door titled 'Dr. Hanson' with black paint on letters.
The girl knocked on the door and turned to Ryou in her lustful voice. "If you need anything, I mean anything please do not hesitate to ask, by the way, my name's Mandi," she said, shaking his hand and discreetly passing him a slip of paper. Then, she turned on her heel and with one last look, mouthed 'call me'.
Just then, the door opened and a blonde haired, blue-eyed man in his early 30's walked out. He was 5'9 and seemed cheery, dressed in a white lab coat and a stethoscope hanging around his shoulders.
"Ryou Bakura?" He addressed Ryou. Ryou nodded. "I've been expecting you, grab a coat and stethoscope and follow me," was all he said as he continued down the endless hallway.
Meanwhile on the other side of Domino
After getting lost three times as a result of keeping his perfect stubborn masculine image unmarred by refusing to ask direction(), Bakura finally stopped in front of a 20-story building with mirror windows.
"Wow, I wouldn't want to be jumping from this thing," he said to himself as he entered the building.
Past the revolving doors, unlike the calm exterior, the inside of the building was raring with life. More than twenty people were walking in circles chatting away on their cell phones, pausing every few minutes to make sure whom ever they were calling was still there, still more were behind desks typing 100wpm on their computers and still more were fiddling with electronic devise way beyond their intellect. Noticing he was staring, Bakura sought out someone who could help him.
All of a sudden, he spotted a slightly larger desk with a woman who was facing the doors with a headset on. Deciding that this was the person to ask, Bakura wandered over to the secretary's desk and patiently -he did not want a bitchy response- waited, or stared out the window, for the young woman to finish.
In a matter of five minutes, Bakura was brought back to reality when the woman began addressing him.
"Sir?"
"Urrrrrrrrrr," Bakura began awkwardly was she caught him off guard, "Oh, yes, I am here for a telemarketing position for school." He began sifting in his backpack for his papers. After a few seconds of rummaging, he came up with the rumpled paperwork and handed it to the secretary. And then...
Hell broke out on this person's desk; phones were ringing, pagers were vibrating, the computer was beeping and many hand-held devices began performing various operations and made an assortment of sounds. Bakura was so startled; he squeaked and jumped back a step.
Sigh. The employee looked sadly at the chaos in front of her; she had not even flinched at this occurrence.
"Common, follow me, you're doing me a favor by giving me an excuse to leave." She began to walk towards the elevator. Bakura quietly shuffled after her.
Once inside the elevator, the woman, whose name was Amanda, turned to Bakura.
"Don't worry," Amanda assured him, giving a slight smile "Your job is nothing like that."
"Whew, I thought I was gonna have to jump."
Minutes later they arrived at the desired floor. Various one sided greetings and conversations were heard from the giant room of cubicles and they passed by what seemed like a mouse maze of them before they came to a glass room. Amanda led Bakura inside. No one could be seen for the only occupant of the room besides its newcomers was in a high-backed leather chair facing the window away from the door. Slowly the chair began to turn as the click of the door was heard. And much to Bakura's dismay, its occupant was none other than
Seto Kiaba.
'Gods kill me now'
SM- dun dun dun please tell me if u want me oto continue with this pair or switch to the Ishtars. Any telemarketer jokes? Good burger jokes?
Please r&r