Scuffle-Scuffle.
Swissshhhhh.
Click.
Scuffle-Shuffle.
Shuffle.
Swissshhhhh...click.
Shuffle.
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Immediately, we step in and contemplate the interior of the furniture store. Nothing less greets us than rambunctious excitement.
Above us, a horribly bright pink-orange banner proclaims a 28.5% off sale, followed by a scribbled proclamation of "The Faktori--we make your furniture for you!"
Yeah, lame, huh?
I swivel my gaze back down. To one side opens an aisle through rotting, crooked antiques, complete with peeling paint and maggots. On the other, tackily painted shelves, tables and lamps stand out boldly, sickeningly colored. All kinds of gaians mill around, a crash piercing through the low roar of the crowd periodically.
Could it get any better?
Of course not. C:
Immediately, we head down the middle aisle. It's filled with the remnants of things several decades old. You know, that stuff that looks the worse because it just fell out of the fashion lines? Hmm...I think we can afford it.
"Hey, a vending machine!"
"Dang...2250 g? I don't have that!"
"Yeah. Talk about it. 1050 g. I have...hmm...275 g, currently."
"There's no way I'm wasting my precious gold on this ugly stuff. What about those neat shoes? Come on, let's go over there."
So we head off to the next section. It's filled with DVD players, TV's...all the stuff we could never afford. Oh, and several tables showcasing the kitchen furniture. It is there that I spot two familiar shocks of blue and black hair.
"Hey, is that...?"
"Really...?"
"SAR! YUNSI!"
The turn around, dropping a few things and looking rather guilty as we approach them. They beam at us.
"Hey, guys!"
"Yo!"
"What are you guys doing here? A furniture store?" As far as I'm concerned, LO is at no lack for furniture.
"Shopping for household stuff," Yunsi replies.
"For shizzle!"
-_-;; "Sar!"
"Okay, okay, I'll stop."
"But why, exactly, do you guys have a bag full of glasses?"
We all peer into the bag. It's filled with those strange plastic cups you see at all furniture stores. You know, the ones that are meant to go this way or that and look like they have beverages or whatnot in them or spilling from them?
"Erm, guys...those are fake."
"They are?"
"Ha ha, we knew that."
I sooo believe that.
"But why are you guys here?" Sar pipes up.
"Umm...Des' office flooded." We begin looking at some of the tables nearby. Man, but these are expensive.
"Nooo! What about that armchair? You know, the purple and yellow one?"
"It bounced off the hill."
"No way. No way. I must go save it!"
Sar dashes off, her latest obsession apparently being that armchair. I look to Des, who shrugs.
"Made a nice accent to the trash dump, but we can manage without it."
It's silent for a while as we all meander around the store, picking up this, inspecting that, muttering occasionally. It's...strangely quiet.
"Hey, I think Sar's back."
We all turn to watch her flailing down the center aisle.
"NOOO!!!"
"Think she misses her lover?"
"WE'RE LOCKED IN!!!"
Oh.
Wait.
We're locked in??? o.o
"No way."
"You're kidding."
"No, you're lying."
"Uhh...guys...?"
We have no chance to say anything more before the lights flicker off.
It is now pitch black. Five collaborative voices sound as one.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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Author's Notes:
I realized I should've made it halloween based, but I have a nice storyline going. Sorry. xP
Comment and get candy! (Pst, not really, but you know... >.> wink
SnowPheonix · Mon Oct 30, 2006 @ 12:51am · 9 Comments
