lost boy

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rlyfletcher:

Cold, unfeeling products of capitalism? Fletcher couldn’t have summed it up better himself. There’s a snort as he’s pulling himself up to lounge along the counter of his booth— something he’d been told not to do, several times. “Don’t stress yourself about it, having kids isn’t exactly a priority of mine.”

Fletcher receives a sigh of pure relief, at that. “Thank god. Uh... No offense. I’m sure your kids would be... bundles of joy. Really. Perfect angels, even.” They wouldn’t. They would be demons. Hugo’s sure of it. Hell, they’d probably be worse than minions.

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mcryjcne:

        “It happens more than you’d think, Concessions.”

“... Really?” Hugo just couldn’t believe it. He’d stolen plenty of things in his life but... a fish? “What’s even the point? You can get one for like... ten bucks tops at a pet store. It’s not like you’re stocking rare exotic creatures.”

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omlpenny:

Penny was pleased to hear that. At first, she’d applied for a games job, but had also considered concessions as well. It was only because of her inability to handle things under pressure that she decided it wouldn’t be the right place for her at Astroland. Now she wondered if it might’ve been better. “Hmm, that does sound pretty… chill, to say the least. I wonder if I’d be able to ignore a customer, though. Aren’t you afraid of them becoming hostile or something? I mean, yes, the prospect of someone spitting in my food might keep me quiet, but I’d be afraid of hotheads. I guess you have the right to refuse service to anyone, though. I wouldn’t call it tragic, per se. I wouldn’t have the heart to argue with anyone, let alone the courage.”

Hostile? Damn. Penny had dealt with some rough customers, apparently. Hugo had never really felt in danger when dealing with angry customers, but... he also typically didn’t entertain their tantrums, so. Maybe that really was the proper method for dealing with them. “Eh. None of them have ever really gotten that mad before. Probably keeping it toned down so they don’t get kicked out of the park for assaulting an employee. Arguing with them isn’t that bad, really. It’s not even arguing, more... sticking up for yourself. View it that way, and I think you’ll do just fine. We don’t get paid enough to deal with customers treating us like shit over rides and pretzels, y’know?”

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carleymathis:

Carley grimaced. “But… they’re mean.” She gave her best impression of a sad puppy dog, though let it fall after a moment. “Fine. I’ll just tell them it’s broken. They can’t be mad at me because the stupid thing got busted.”

Hugo would never be swayed when it came to the puppy dog eyes. At least, not when it involved trying to convince him to do work. “Sorry. Just keep your chin up, yeah? I’ll step in and flex or something if any of them try to give you too much trouble.”

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omlpenny:

She nodded. She could understand that; mistakes happened after all. “Errare humanum est,” she agreed. One of her favorite Latin quotes. “To err is human. I suppose it could count as an extra break, but it can also be fairly nerve-wracking, especially when you have to explain to the people who’ve been standing in line for hours that the ride is no longer working. Sometimes, they yell and threaten to talk to a manager, which can be very stress inducing. But I’m sure working in concessions must be just as bad, really.”

Customers? Hugo didn’t know them, honestly. He’d made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t be dealing with any attitude related problems when he applied, and he stuck to that. The instant a customer raised their voice at him, they were refused service (from him, at least). His job was not so valuable that he was willing to take verbal abuse to keep it. “Concessions is pretty chill, normally. If anyone makes a fuss I just start ignoring them, and they probably give me less trouble because they think I’m gonna spit in their food. You don’t really have that line of defense, tragically.”

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carleymathis:

Sometimes the weirdest shit just pops up on your Facebook newsfeed. Carley had spent her last fifteen minutes before work reading a news story a friend from high school had shared. Apparently, there was a freak accident at some county fair in Arkansas, and the cotton candy machine had ended up spraying molten sugar right at this guy’s face, and now he was blind. 

And now, slowly pouring sugar crystals into the floss machine, all the young woman could think about was losing her sight to gobs of rogue pink lava. Stepping away from it, she looked at her coworker as they stood at the window of the Sugar Shack, and she shrugged. “I hope you don’t want any, because the demon machine is staying off.”

Hugo couldn’t blame her, really. The cotton candy machine had never caused him anything but trouble. “That’s cool with me. But, ah... you’re gonna have to be the one to explain why it’s off to customers. I’m not dealing with screaming brats today, sorry.”

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mcryjcne:

          “Someone tried to steal Niall – again,” MJ said, pouring a goldfish out of a soda-turned-water cup and into its bowl. “What’s so hard to understand about no free stuff?”

“... Someone tried to steal a fish?”

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rlyimogen:

“Good.” Imogen spat, smirking at the sight of his pout. She always felt a sense of achievement when she managed to get under Hugo’s skin. “I hope you’re not lying to me, cause I’d be super disappointed, but I’ll take your word for it.” 

Hugo couldn’t believe these accusations being thrown his way. He’d never told a lie in his life, honestly. “Imogen, please... when have I ever lied? To you, especially?”

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drew-kennicot:

“Overall productivity?” She questioned with a laugh. “Maybe you should just tell them new shirts helps with that, see what they think.” She teased, “Smart though, I may just have to join you in this new shirt system.”

“Well, I can’t risk that! You never know, they might wise up and catch onto the scam I’ve been running on them for the past few years.” He took a minute to think, then, before adding - “You should, honestly. After all, I’ve found that us lowly concessions employees are at a much greater risk for shirt-ruining incidents than our coworkers. It’s honestly unfair of the higher ups to not offer us free shirts in the first place.”

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rlyfletcher:

Moving his hands to cover where the toy’s ears would’ve been, if it’d had any, there’s a shake of his head. “He’s got feelings too, dick.” There was barely a second, though, before tossing the creature haphazardly back into the saddeningly large pile. Maybe he could pass some onto one of the girls. “C’mon man, you know it’s nothing personal. I’d try to make a profit off my own child, if I had one.”

Impossible. Minions were nothing more than cold, unfeeling products of capitalism. They couldn’t feel. Fletcher was out of his mind. “Remind me to never let you have a child, then. Using minion related scams on your own spawn. Unbelievable.”

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♔ ❤ ☆ ✆ ☺

♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es)

oscar isaac, because hugo’s a dirty band-wagoner and he also loves a hot dad

❤: what my muse looks for in a person they like

how much weed they can buy him. also like… a good personality, i guess… like… funny or something…

☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous

often shirtless vlogger with a ‘leaked’ sex tape

✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about

OUTGOING CALL: Tony - “Listen, dude, I don’t have your money. You’ll have to tell your supplier to come get my kidney or whatever.”

☺: something that makes my muse happy

getting home from work, stripping down to his boxers, drinking a hot cup of tea, and cuddling with his cat.

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☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year

☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year

definitely winter. he loves playing in snow, loves the cold, loves how still the world gets when everything is iced over. he also doesn’t mind chasing away the cold with a cutie if you know what i mean ;)

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muse headcanons!

send me a symbol and i’ll tell you:

☠: my muse’s biggest fear ☮: when my muse feels the most at ease ☺: something that makes my muse happy ☹: something that makes my muse upset ♫: my muse’s favorite song, band, and/or music genre ✇: my muse’s favorite movie, director, and/or film genre ♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) ❤: what my muse looks for in a person they like ☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year ∞: if my muse believe in ghosts, aliens, etc. ✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like ✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was ♧: something my muse is really good at ✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of ✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about ☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous ✿: what my muse would like to do when they’re older ✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere ✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about ✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said

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drew-kennicot:

“Oh really? I may have to try this plan.” She said with a laugh, management was pretty easy to manipulate, especially when she had known some of them for the whole four years she had been working at the park. Drew burst into laughter, that real laughter not the giggle girly shit that girls did when they didn’t want their laughs judged, the ginger didn’t care. “Your secret is safe with me! Sounds miserable though, having to cover yourself in yuck just to get a new shirt.”

“Eh, it’s worth the sacrifice, I think. It’s only a few hours of suffering tops before I get hit up with some fresh threads. It’s nice. Keeps my shirts from getting too scratchy, y’know? Totally helps my overall productivity too.” Hugo was lying through his teeth. He just really liked the thought of getting new shirts. There was no noticeable benefit to the process.

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omlpenny:

Of course, Penny shouldn’t be surprised to hear that the stand was currently filled with smoke– most of the concessions workers were probably young adults who never worked a nacho machine in their life. Not to mention the state of the food and the devices used to cook the food were simply dreadful. But she was surprised. “What happened?” She questioned, her eyes wide and concerned as she leaned against the wall opposite him. “Well, they aren’t going as swimmingly as usual, but of course that’s more down to the time of year and the weather than anything.” She gave a small shrug, knowing that it wasn’t something she could fix, even if she wanted to. “Not that I mind, anyway.”

He shrugged off her question, adding “oh, nothing major. Just a little mess up, you know how things go.” He wasn’t about to expose himself and possibly allow Penny to think he was bad at his job. He had an image to uphold, after all. “That must be nice, though. It’s kind of like an extra break, yeah? Shit’s not working, you can just kick back and chill until it’s up and running again.”

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rlyimogen:

“Know better than anyone how full of shit you are?” Imogen hummed before taking another bite of her pretzel. “Where are you off to with all of those anyways?” She questioned, nodding toward the handful of pretzels “Going to hand them out to all of the other girls in the park?” 

“I take offense to that.” Hugo shot her a small pout before quickly shaking his head - he would never just hand out his pretzels like that. “Of course not! I was just hungry. You know you’re the only girl who gets pretzels from me.”

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rlyfletcher:

There were many things that Hugo looked like, but at 6′whatever, a toddler, was not one of those things. “If I paid you, I wouldn’t be making a profit, now would I? Besides—-” Pausing to grab one of the bigger minions, he held it out in Hugo’s general direction. “Isn’t he just adorable?”

Hugo’s disgusted gaze dropped to the yellow creature being held out to him. He wanted to spit on it. He wanted to burn it. Tragically, he couldn’t afford any additional cuts to his paycheck, so. The minion would live this time. “No. He's ugly. And I wish you wouldn’t try to make a profit off of me, of all people.”