Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 12:46:15 GMT -5
Jun 4, 2014 12:46:15 GMT -5
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The doors where locked and all she had to do was finish counting and writing everything in its place on the computer, seriously she was going to kill Aubert when she found him. Calling off sick? The man wasn’t allowed to get sick not when she was paying him so much money to do her job for her! What was the point if she was just going to get stuck doing all the work herself anyways because he couldn’t whip his immune system into shape like a good little boy and close the shop for her like always. Why did it have to be tonight of all nights anyways she was going to go party her ass off and forget about the day or well year if she could but no she was stuck being a worker bee like all the other poor peasants that were closing up shop now to. She was even dressed up so cutely that she wanted to squeal at her own self for just how adorable she looked, well and slutty and older and everything she wasn’t which made the dress and the event even more perfect for her!
Honestly thought she was just having a life crisis and couldn’t pull herself from out of the waters after he ship had sank, so instead of spending money on a person to talk to she found that drinking underage and parting with men who didn’t want to know her name sounded better instead. She found herself instead sitting on a table in the hospital late at night with blood covering the majority of her clothing, one police raid and she had been knocked to the ground and gashed open from knee to ankle. If it hadn’t been for the blood loss Zakuro was pretty sure she would have been pissed off about the whole event. But since she could barely tell the doctor or the cute little male nurse her name she doubted that she was going to care about anything else. An iv and a blood bag later Zakuro had been left to sleep it off and to let the cutie of a nurse clean up her mess of a leg for stitches, which she wasn’t going to feel until the morning. Her phone had been smashed so calling anyone on her contact list was impossible which an awake Zakuro would be thankful for in the morning.
She twitched slightly when the pain of pulling from the nurse at her leg caused her to gasp lightly, her eyes began to flutter before she found herself staring into the shadow cast by the dull light of bulb above her bed.
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The doors where locked and all she had to do was finish counting and writing everything in its place on the computer, seriously she was going to kill Aubert when she found him. Calling off sick? The man wasn’t allowed to get sick not when she was paying him so much money to do her job for her! What was the point if she was just going to get stuck doing all the work herself anyways because he couldn’t whip his immune system into shape like a good little boy and close the shop for her like always. Why did it have to be tonight of all nights anyways she was going to go party her ass off and forget about the day or well year if she could but no she was stuck being a worker bee like all the other poor peasants that were closing up shop now to. She was even dressed up so cutely that she wanted to squeal at her own self for just how adorable she looked, well and slutty and older and everything she wasn’t which made the dress and the event even more perfect for her!
Honestly thought she was just having a life crisis and couldn’t pull herself from out of the waters after he ship had sank, so instead of spending money on a person to talk to she found that drinking underage and parting with men who didn’t want to know her name sounded better instead. She found herself instead sitting on a table in the hospital late at night with blood covering the majority of her clothing, one police raid and she had been knocked to the ground and gashed open from knee to ankle. If it hadn’t been for the blood loss Zakuro was pretty sure she would have been pissed off about the whole event. But since she could barely tell the doctor or the cute little male nurse her name she doubted that she was going to care about anything else. An iv and a blood bag later Zakuro had been left to sleep it off and to let the cutie of a nurse clean up her mess of a leg for stitches, which she wasn’t going to feel until the morning. Her phone had been smashed so calling anyone on her contact list was impossible which an awake Zakuro would be thankful for in the morning.
She twitched slightly when the pain of pulling from the nurse at her leg caused her to gasp lightly, her eyes began to flutter before she found herself staring into the shadow cast by the dull light of bulb above her bed.
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