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Right, it's been quite a while since I have done or seen one of these, so I thought I'd give it a crack to get the ball rolling and throw open the floor.
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TylerDurden sat at the HelpDesk, it had been a long night. So many calls had come in regarding the latest toaster that it felt like_christmas. Every five seconds another stupid call regarding what could and couldn't be placed in the new toast-a-matic 3000 and most of them from Sammy. Tyler was starting to draw a mental image of this nuisance caller. He had him pegged as some sort of Caveman bashing away at the appliance with his Badger-Fist whilst constantly getting distracted by the Sparkles on the box. This bloody call centre. After leaving college 3 years ago this wasn't the Utopia that Tyler had expected. He never should have left Alabama and his one true love. He checked his watch, Marcus had told him he could take a break at half past. It was 27 past now, that was close enough. He flicked the phone to divert and went to have a smoke.
As he opened the back door and stepped out into the late autumn night the wind whipped up around him. Winter was really getting Closer now. He pulled the last cigarette from the crumpled packet in his pocket and tossed the box into the nearby dumpster, unaware that it hit Derek on the back of the head as he indulged in a little night dipping. He took a deep draw, letting the smoke fill his lungs and he watched as a set of headlights drifted in to view up the block. A '27 Ford with a few drunken college kids came speeding down the road. They must have been at the ball game. Tyler wished he wasn't working these stupid shift patterns, he would have liked to have been at the game tonight. The Ford slowed as it passed him, and he lifted a hand in a casual hello.
"GaylordFocker" One one them shouted as he lent out of the window. The car erupted in laughter and he heard a shout of "Booyah" from inside as it picked up speed and carried on down the block. Tyler sighed and wondered over to the bench to finish his cigarette. These days he always felt like the Underdog. He never seemed to fit in anywhere these days. He'd taken to trying to blend into the back ground where ever he went. Plain clothes, a non-expression on his face, a neutral hair cut, and a shuffling walk with his head down so no one would notice him. A right regular JohnSmith. But soon everything would be OK. Soon he'd have the money to return home and be with her. Adriana-Andolini, the only woman he'd ever loved and who had ever loved him. He took another deep draw on his cigarette and looked up at the night sky. There was a full moon out tonight and the sky was full of stars. "Ah, Luchia_De_Luna" he whispered to himself. Was she staring up at you too from a far off place. Sometimes he wished he had some sort of space_pole so that he could climb right up to the moon and look back down at the world below him.
His train of thought was cut short as a car pulled into the parking lot. Callum and Ragnarok jumped out and walked towards him. Shit. The night shift staff. How long had he been out here. He was going to get in some deep shit for this. He uttered a brief greeting to the arriving team as he rushed back in the door to his station. Craig_Kendrick looked up from his desk.
"Where have you been Tyler you asshole? I've been covering for you for ages. The fucking phone hasn't stopped ringing. That idiot Sammy has been on the phone all fucking night asking if you can put items of clothing in the toast-a-matic 3000. I swear that guy must live in a Cave."
"I'm Sorry craig, I got kinda..."
"What ever man. You owe me.
"Yeah, sorry man. I will make this up to you"
Tyler checked the wall clock. His shift was over for another evening. He'd head home now, heat up some supper, read his book on Michael_collins and try to get some shut eye. It was hard to sleep though in the boarding house. Llywelyn_ap_Myrddin kept a close eye on every one coming in and out of his building and when ever TonyCorelli straggled in at whatever hour it was, smashed off his face on three bottles of Cosmo_Lavish there would always be a noisy row between Tony and Llywelyn. Tyler hated the boarding house. Hated his job and hated his life. But he only had to stomache it for two more months. In just two more months and he'd have the money to return home to her.
Tyler drank too much that night. He'd been holding on to a bottle of scotch for a special occassion, but there was never any special occasssions for Tyler these days. He last memory of another shitty day was lying in his single room watching a spider laying it's trap for the night in a corner of the ceiling.
"Shhh, funny little WebSpider the flies might hear you."
Tyler giggled and passed out. The empty bottle rolling off the bed as he did so. 1500 miles away Adriana-Andolini rolled over in bed and put her arms around her husband. She'd never been happier. |
