So they weren't kicking her out of Fandom. Yay for that.

On the other hand, Charlie now was going to have to deal with Kerrigan not only in her class, and her office hours, but also...well, more. She wasn't sure of how much more, but the woman was going to be keeping an eye on her. Or something. She was just oddly happy that she didn't have to leave.

Then why the fuck was she on the graveyard?

Charlie had no idea, actually. Perhaps it was the peacefulness of the place, perhaps she didn't feel as comfortable as the average teenager inside of a room for too long, or perhaps she was just weird. Perhaps. The graveyard itself looked rather...charming, with the snow all around the graves half covered on it. It almost didn't look like a graveyard. Like what it looked like, she had no idea, but certainly not a graveyard. She didn't care. She was just going to stare blankly at the gravestones, seeing without reading.

[[Yes, she's weird, but I sort of love writing it. And yes, this is an open post]]

Current Mood: good

pyromanyac.livejournal.com

Her second time at the store was, to put it in a way, less enthusiastic than the first. She was still thrilled with having a job and what-not, but in all honesty, the events of last Wednesday were still heavy in her head. And the realization she needed to either listen to some adults that perhaps did care about her was a bit unsettling. Because, really, adults. Either way, Charlie arrived early, as she would need to leave for classes later, and go the store set. Which basically meant turning on the computer, slouching on the chair behind the counter, and picking maybe a song she wouldn't hear in any other circumstances. Yeah, fuck you very much, world.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Current Mood: listless
Current Music: Oasis - All Around The World

pyromanyac.livejournal.com

Cool, quiet graves said hi to Charlie as she wandered in.

On the back of her head, a song had started to work its way into her brain, earworning her to no end and wanting her to just set something on fire for the sake of just release some steam. Or fire, not steam, she wasn't a steamstarter, after all. "And I'm going crazy", said to the air, and perhaps she was stating the obvious now. When had she started to chew on her fingernail? Before she entered the graveyard, or after she had sat by one of those average creepy angel statues you found in graveyards? Or back at the time on her room, when walls started to close up on her? Did it matter?

"No it doesn't", said as she frowned. "But I can deal with this." No, she actually couldn't. She would break down. "No way." Yes way, and then something horrible would happen and she--

"Shhhh." She closed her eyes and tried not to mutter the song. Much.

She was going to stop fighting with ~~the narrative~~ her inner monologue now.

[Open Graveyard, sure. Beware the crazy girl though.]

Current Mood: Best. Moodtheme. Ever.

pyromanyac.livejournal.com

She was not excited. Not even smiling to the point she could hurt herself just because she was out of practice.

...Alright, so she was a bit excited, fine. It was a job, and it had music, and she had earned it herself...sort of. Jono had said he would give the job to anyone, so all in all, she had been lucky enough to go to the right place at the right time. Now all she had to do was her work; she could manage that, she liked music anyway, and had made a living out of it for a while. "I can do this", said as she entered the store and inspected it before opening. First of all, she needed music, as it only made sense there would be such thing for the customers to enter and not get hit with a wall of silence --and perhaps her immediate indifference before she remembered she had to be nice and stuff.

After a bit of messing with the computer on the counter, Charlie had a growing playlist going on; she would of course not touch whatever anyone had put in there, but her list? It was starting to look totally awesome.

Clicking play, she got comfortable on her spot behind the counter, and tried to put her best 'The Customer Is Always Right' face on; she had classes on the fifth period, which meant she had some hours of work coming, and then she would come back and stick for a little longer, as she actually didn't mind the place.

Groovy Tunes is open, and loud!

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: Muse - Stockholme Syndrome

therewaslife

Bod's second week of work was a little quieter than his first. He'd had a rather difficult week and while he'd gone about greeting every single member of the staff, he hadn't done much else. They'd started cooking and he'd started making sure the diner was ready to be opened and patronized.

Earlier in the day, he'd called Jacob and then, just because he'd felt productive, sent a message to Ariel and Puck. He hadn't had a single thought to that the voicemails wouldn't be received properly.

Today's Specials
Hash Brown Casserole
Baked Shrimp Scampi
Chicken Chili

Luke's was open and Bod was there to help as needed.

Current Mood: anxious

pyromanyac.livejournal.com

So she wasn't sleeping there anymore.

That was no reason not to visit the place. She actually liked the quiet and peace of the graveyard. It was a good place to not care about her situation and actually manage some inner peace. Some, at least. And hey, even to accept she might have a chance at having a life, if she ever managed to man up and explore the mainland. She was going to, really, but not just yet.

Leaning on a gravestone, Charlie considered smoking a cigarette for a moment, until she realized she had none on her, of course. It would probably look bad if she smoked on a graveyard anyway, she wasn't sure of who it worked. Was it the same than being in a church? About then she realized that, indeed, she had been leaning over the gravestone of a dead guy, which prompted to jump to the side, perhaps freaking out a bit more than necessary.

"Sorry", mumbled at the gravestone, fully aware of just how stupid she sounded. Good thing she was alone there.

[Open Graveyard for your early Charlie or...graveyard-y needs.]

Current Mood: guilty

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One of Shelley's resolutions for the new year was to be a better employee, which in addition to making sure she was up to date on all the trends, included occasionally picking up a broom and sweeping the store. "Hello, Mr. Dust Bunny," she said to the fur ball forming on the floor. "I'm sorry to say I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises."

She swept the pile into a dustpan and dropped it in the trash. "Don't worry, I'll be sending some friends along for the journey," she said reassuringly and turned to go sweep up another section of the store.

Pixie Dust is opened for business!

pyromanyac.livejournal.com

After the picnic, she had spend the whole day wandering the island. Checking the places, wondering what to do next. It looked safe, even felt safe, in a way. That hadn't stopped the Shop for screwing with her before though.

"They...they have a graveyard." Yeah, she hadn't seen that one coming. Still, it was deserted -without considering the graves- so it was safe. For now. She hadn't had any sort of flash or vision or anything, which was getting her on edge. So she would spend the night there, in the graveyard. She would examine the place she was expected to sleep later. As in, later. She didn't need a bed; she didn't know if she could sleep in a bed anytime soon.

So staring at the stars between two graves it was, at least until she found somewhere...cozier.

Her hopes weren't high.

[Open, sure~ This is what happens when Life Attacks.]

Current Mood: blank

senor-chado.livejournal.com

So, Chad didn't come in to open the store and work his shift until later, but he figured meeting his new little sis and some other people was a viable excuse for tardiness. Of course, this was Chad assuming that Melody even ever noticed any of this stuff, or was bothered by it, which, despite the track record that she didn't and he was still probably the most dedicated employee in this store's whole history, it was still a deep-seeded concern.

Either way, Groovy Tunes was open. The kittens were playing Chase the CD and the CD player was playing some J-Rock.

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin hadn't set up for a birthday party since she'd started this job, and she wondered if she should have brought a gift. Maybe booze could be her gift? It was what she would have brought, anyway.

In any case, Robin was there, everything was set up for Xander's birthday party, and she was just going to hide behind the bar.

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