Beezus Delabri

23. Laundromat Clerk.

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“Welcome to the laundromat...”

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accordingtoharrie:

Hearing Beezus coming, Harriet stepped aside and let the professional take over. She watched her climb the chair and strike the machine in just the right spot, the goods tumbling down after two hits. “You’ve done this before, huh?” she said, brows raised as she took her prize, genuinely impressed. She smiled at her and unwrapped the candy bar. Half of it was gone in seconds, her eyes closing in pure bliss at the chocolaty deliciousness spreading across her tongue. “Thanks, Bee. I was seriously this—” She held her thumb and index finger millimeters apart. “Close to passing out.”

Watching the girl grab her chocolate bar, she laughed a bit before walking around to one of the washing machines to make sure those weren’t in need of her magic fists. “Nearly everyday.” She nodded, before actually looking up at the girl. “You know, I could just keep a bunch chocolate bars behind the counter with me.” Beezus opened a washer, nearly talking in to it as she worked. “Have you not ate anything today?”

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“Hi, my name is Hattie and I’m going to be your nurse.” The brunette said with a smile, adjusting her scrubs and stethoscope slightly as she stood in front of her new patient. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help you - sometimes I will probably have to poke and prod you,” a laugh escaped her mouth, interrupting her usual speech, “but you’ll be warned about it….now is their anything I can get you?”  

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“Just water please, and lots if tissues.” Beezus sat down on the bed, turning to give the lady one more smile before adjusting her tank next to her and setting her hands on her lap. “I can feel my nose getting all clogged up again.” Beezus coughed into the crease of her arm before sniffing. “A whole box of tissues would be better actually.”

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“Welcome to the laundromat...”

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rcmik:

“Oh, shit. This is a laundromat?” A hand lifts, long fingers carding through short curls as he lets the door swing against his shoulder, not seeming to be holding anything that even remotely belongs in an establishment like this. Like a basket. Or a bag of clothes. They’ve got a washer and dryer back home — it has its own room right next to the (Remik squints just thinking of it) basement. “I just come here for the snacks.” He continues, movements jerky as he steps out of the doorway and lets it swing shut, letting his palm brush over the tops of the machines as he walks past them. “I mean, you don’t mind, right? It isn’t as if you’re exactly booming with business here. Who was the last one to come in to do actual laundry, the crypt keeper?” Mik reaches a hand up to rub at his nose as he talks — a bit too fast paced to sound natural — and makes his way over to the vending machines. His tone isn’t unkind, but it does sound brisk, busy. Like he doesn’t have time for this. Of course, the reality of it is that he’s got the night off, and he has all the time in the world. Lucky him.

          As he began conserving with her, she closed her book before leaning onto the counter. She noticed he wasn’t carrying anything of the washing sort, and her shoulders dipped as if she was expecting him to make use of the washing machines she tended to all day, but, she’d better be grateful people were coming in and out at all. If they weren’t, she might of lose a fight against her own morals and left the place unattended. For a moment, she wished the world didn’t progress with convenient technology, just so she wouldn’t sit here for so long just to welcome in the people here to use their crummy vending machines. Beezus nodded at the boy, not sure how to react to him. “Mhm, it’s a laundromat.” The girl sat up from the counter and started tapping her fingers against it, looking down at her book and back up to the visitor before her. “Oh, no. I don’t mind.” She quickly stated, “But, I’m warning you, that machine likes to steal your coins. You’ve gotta kick the bottom after you’ve picked your snack for it to give it to you.” After giving that speech for the 5th time this morning, she walked over, leading on the door. The term ‘the crypt keeper’ was stuck on her mind as she waited in case he needed some aid with the machine. People usually do. “What’s the Crypt Keeper?” She asked, crossing her arms in thought.

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☠️ Beezus is 23 year old who works at the laundromat. 

☠️ She has cystic fibrosis. It’s an inherited life-threatening disorder that damages the lungs and digestive system. It’s very natural for her to cough, or need to sit down much more then the average person but it doesn’t stop her from going on adventures. 

☠️ Beezus wears her nauals cannula all the time. The tubs sent in what she needs to breath properly. However, She can take it off to do certain things like swimming in calm water, bowling and other small tasks that won’t require the full use of her lungs since they don’t know how to do their one and other job. 

☠️ Bee is all about mysteries, as long as her past isn’t sucked into it all. Everyone has their hidden demons, and she’s got some she’s hoping to bring to her grave. 

☠️ Sweets don’t usually catch her attention until they are given to her. It’s not like her to go out and buy any for her self if she isn’t in a bad mood. 

☠️ B is super curious and is easily entertained. She thinks she’s a total dork, so if anyone gives her the time of day, she’s happy. 

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envics:

❛ or i could just … not smoke it? ❜ he raised a brow, watching her with careful eyes —- movements seeming over-exaggerated in his eyes.  ❛ i probably shouldn’t, anyways. i’m not really much of a fan of lung cancer.  ❜

Realizing her actions, she took a moment to breath. “I’m sorry..” - “I get a little antsy around all this stuff,” She began, “-.. but, I agree, I’ve never been a super big fan of it either.” Bee joked, her eyes momentarily dropping down to her cannula. “You can smoke it though-.. I just read this book, and it scared the living shit out of me. This is a public area anyway.”

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“Welcome to the laundromat...”

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wilderaldrich:

Wilder was tired, sore and ready to go for a nap but he knew if he didn’t do his laundry it would just keep piling up. He walked into the classic-looking laundromat and glanced over at the front-desk woman. Wilder waved at her and made his way over to the washer, pouring his bag of clothes in. Once everything was set up and running he stretched out his long limbs and yawned. He sauntered up to the counter with a small smile and inquired, “Got a long shift ahead of you? Seems pretty dead in here.” He ran a hand through his hair, not wanting to bother her much but pitying how bored she must be.

Her eyes looked over the guy, well, not entirely- just the things in his hand. Clothing. Finally, a customer not trying to beat the snacks out of the vending machine. It made her feel a bit better since she’d be able to say at least one person actually showed up to take advantage of it’s services and that her open to close shift wasn’t in vain. With that, she smiled faintly and put her eyes back on her book, her feet slowly kicking to the sound of the fan and the translucent rhythm in her head. It was when she turned the page and lifted a hand to rest on her neck did she see the man approaching, and she adjust her attention. “Hi.” - “-..Oh, yeah.” Beezus smiled, looking around the place, grateful by his attempt to talk to her. “Always. It’s always dead in here, besides from the people to come in for the vending machine.” 

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“Welcome to the laundromat...”

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accordingtoharrie:

Harriet half assed a wave as she fed the vending machine and selected C4. Drumming her fingers against the glass, she watched her candy bar move a mere inch before it got stuck. “Come on,” she said under her breath. All she wanted was an after work snack. She gave the machine a good smack—nothing. She shook, punched and kicked the ever-living shit out of it, but it still. Wouldn’t. Budge. She whipped her head around to face the clerk. “Your machine sucks like five, maybe six buttholes.”

Once she heard the smack against the glass across the room, her eyes had already been locked on the customer. Mainly, she didn’t mind the beating on the machine because this struggle was all to familiar to watch. Beezus jumped up from her seat and walked around the counter to help, her free hand reaching for a near by chair before setting it next to the machine- the other was dragging along her nasula cannula, the sound echoing in the morning silence. “It does.” She agreed, “But, it usually helps if...” Beezus got on top of the chair and hit the top of the machine twice, “-..you punch it from the top, or kick it from the side-bottom.”  After that, her desired snack came tumbling down. Beezus bent down inside of the slot and grabbed her snack before handing it to her with a sheepish smile. She wanted to explain that she’ll been trying to get the owner to replace it, but then she’d be out her 30 seconds of entertainment everyday. 

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he was a nervous man, perhaps too nervous for his own good. hands shook unwillingly as he pulled the lighter from his pocket to light the cigarette he held between his lips, but really, he knew that wasn’t why he kept it there. he panicked, and dropped it, of course, at the feet of a presumed stranger. ❛ fuck ——— shit. ❜ he caught himself cussing, and stopped himself. he looked up & muttered a quick apology.

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            Beezus looked down at the cigarette and the man reaching for it, her eyes wide as he scrambled. Her own body stepped back, dragging her cannula behind her. For some reason, the ‘excitement’ in her chest seemed to escalate. “If you’re going to smoke that, I have to leave.” Beezus once read in a book that there is a very possible chance that girls with her condition could explode when in close enough proximity of a lit cigarette, or fire for that matter. It was common sense, but reading it with the add on with intense detail made it seem a bit more serious. 

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“Welcome to the laundromat...”

                  Beezus wasn’t one to say no, especially when they lock their eyes on hers and smiled the way they did. It was just something about rejecting a request that made her feel like she’s the one causing the inconvenience. Today, she’s facing the consciences of giving in, working the opening/morning shift at the laundromat. It seemed to be quiet though, so she tucked herself away behind the counter with a book grateful that the small, and oddly gloomy town wasn’t morning washers. Beezus made herself comfortable, her hand resting on her cheek and the other holding down the pages of the novel. It was then did she hear the bell ring, and her eyes and shoulders perked up for just a moment to check on the first set of customers. In a nervous habit, her hand went up to tug on her ear. “Welcome to the laundromat.” Beezus’ eyes drifted back down to her feet, she wasn’t sure if the person was here for laundry, the vending machines or just a place to loiter. ‘I’m buying a ‘no loitering’ sign after today.’ She thought, turning a page. 

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“i don’t like this weather.” she says with a bit of a pout, her eyes cast downward. “summer is the worst season. i like winter best.”

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Beezus wasn’t sure if this girl was serious or just, crazy. She’s always thought of the summer as the best. She needed nothing but her outfit and her trusty cannula. Coats, scarves and the season of winter all together seemed like an big inconvenience to everything.