knife it up.

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kilvasraven

Scientists, eh? Not that he was a particular stranger to the word, but it didn’t have a good ring to it. He wandered off as far as wandering would lead him, rather far from his designated housing but he likes traveling after all. The distant scenery and the obvious difference in culture could be observed in every corner, allowing him to feel somewhat at home. Somewhat. The lack of familiar faces rendered him momentarily appalled, yet he made certain to himself that he’ll get by no matter what. After all, this isn’t the first time he was brought in someplace odd.

Thoroughly distracted by the amount of people passing by, he failed to notice how violently the other gesticulated and inevitably got slammed right in the face. Depending on senses, he leaned backwardly with gloved hand rubbing his nose ever so frustratingly. It hurt. It goddamn hurt.

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oneeyeghost

Got hit by some random truck passing by and for some miraculous reason, he survived and was brought into the nearest general hospital. He wasn't the only one who got into the accident though, there were five more people but the three didn't make it. The doctors didn't seem all that concern which was only normal since unlike him, they were aware that the city has a respawn system that gradually brings back the dead the next day like nothing ever happened. It worried him to a fault. Was it because death was normalized in this place?

Saving himself the trouble, he called for the nurse who was just passing by and asked her to change the channel on the television only for said nurse to look at the person in the hospital bed next to his and say the channel was currently entertaining another and the remote control was not in her possession. Dumbstruck he was, the nurse left and he glanced upon the other patient, then to the remote control with eyes barely menacing. He's just wondering if...

"Hey, think you can change the show?"

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bubbledenvy

There were a lot of things in Hive city that he couldn't decipher, like the shifting of the numerous places he was so certain was at one position at some point, the sudden deaths publicized in the television, some inhuman creatures he'd rather pretend they don't exist for comfort. They were all weird in their own respective ways but not enough to pull a teeth or two. Still, there was something far odder than the previously mentioned queerness: like the smudged misspelled words written at the weathered brick walls of the vast city's unhygienic public restroom.

Most of them were unreadable though. Fewer bits entertained him such as fack, pussi, peenus and bajaynuh. Using the equally weathered rock on the ground, he attempted to correct the failed attempts with his own hand. All of them were unbelievably atrocious, making him a bit embarrassed at what he's currently doing. The things that boredom do to people.

No one would suddenly walk in, right? Place looks abandoned.

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staplerer

And job...

The immediate plan was to send a resume to various locations but since the manager of the coffee shop he first submitted a form in liked him, he got the job and suggested that he's available to work for today. It was a fast process which made him a bit glad considering how new he was in the city. He'd need money to support himself after all and that should be a responsible person's priority, right? To find a decent job? Barista was more than decent. It's actually an enjoyable and stress relieving job.

Been three hours and so. Customers come and go and the clock ticks but the sound of it never audible with the noise the coffee shop crowd created. Chanting glasses and furniture movement-- tranquility in all honesty and the smell of brewed coffee only made it more relaxing. Grabbing a mug and wiping the side of it, his eyes caught glance of a woman who'd been in the shop since he arrived. It's been a long time already and she's still there, sitting as if she's anticipating for someone to arrive. Must have been a stood up? Stupid date though. Who wouldn't want to date someone like her.

Sighing heavily and serving the espresso he mixed just moments ago, he left it atop her table and went back to the counter. A sticky note was attached to the plastic cup and along it was some stupid bear smiley with a short message.

'Hey, cheer up a bit.'

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craneintown

"Nah-ah, buddy. I got here first."

Last pint of ice cream at the supermarket and he's desperate because it's his favorite flavor, alright? Avocado. He ain't letting this random dude just get it though, he was here first after all. Why does he need to be the one to do the eventual sacrifice? Sighs. The container was in the other's possession so how could he possibly just leave? He just placed some junk in his push cart and before he knew it, some unknown person already grabbed the only serving left. This is making his head ache.

"I mean, come on. It's the only flavor I like."

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shinrakishitiny

Working five days a week was never a problem. He likes his job after all. The only everyday annoyance was the futility of his effort to wake up earlier than he usually does. Every single damn time he gets on the train, someone had already taken the corner seat by the window and what infuriated him all the more was the fact that the same person's been occupying the position every day, almost as if to connote they both favored the same seat. He sighed when he entered, accepting his defeat for the nth time. At least the opposite corner was available though.

Then again, he couldn't help but glare helplessly at the person before him. He couldn't find it in himself to voice his frustration though, the other probably didn't mean to irritate him or anything.

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