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Post by Rotzi on Jul 21, 2004 2:32:44 GMT -5
Papa Rotzi's photo shop sat between two huge sky scrapers on the south west side of Steel City. This cute little building used to be a private house of a family living in this part of town back when it was mostly farm.
When one entered into the front of the store, they saw a short staircase leading upstairs, a blue door to their left which lead to Rotzi's assistant's appartment, and straight ahead was a quaint little waiting room in colors of yellow and blue. A waist high bar was set up to one side where business was conducted. Behind that was the heavy blue velvet curtains which sectioned off the dark room from the rest of the place. A large cat bed was in the bay window on top of quite a few checkered pillows, framed by vibrant lemon yellow curtains with the same blue and yellow and white checked trim.
A cute little business place...just don't pet the cat unless you wanna lose a finger
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Post by Rotzi on Jul 21, 2004 2:51:07 GMT -5
"Oi! Centon-kun! Get yer arse up here! I need you to run the shop!" No answer came from below.
"...Squee!" The said orange cat demon looked at Jessi from his bed.
"What?" he growled. Obviously he was taking one of the many naps he usually took.
"Where's Centon?"
He gave her annoyed look. "Sleeping off the headache you gave him. You shouldn't throw boots at people." He skillfully dodged a boot hurled at him, but failed to spot the high heel.
"Shaddup, cat."
Jessi sighed and resigned herself behind the counter. "I wanted t' go shopping today..." the human whined.
"You could leave me in charge," suggested Squee. Her reply was another highheel to his head. This time he expected it and ducked.
"Bitch..." This time it was a paperweight and she didn't miss.
"I told you t' shaddup. We may have customers here in a bit."
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 8, 2004 21:12:39 GMT -5
After a few hours of doing nothing, Jessi went up to her room. A few minutes later the blue banged girl game down with a dart game. "Squee, wanna play?"
The demon raised a furry brow. "My paws don't function that way, kid." He watched as she pouted. "Don't even... I will NOT play darts with you." Tears formed at the corner of her bright blue eyes. "...I said.. NO.." Squee growled. "...damn human. Fine.. FINE!"
"No need Squee," came a baritone. "I'll play."
Jessi grinned maniacally. "Heh. Think you can beat me, Centon?"
"...strange human..."
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Sept 17, 2004 14:05:26 GMT -5
Leanon ran into the shop, looking slightly windswept and a little perplexed, her tophat askew.
"Erm...Jessie? Is everything fine?" She inquired, stammering slightly and fiddling with the hem of her coloured robes.
"We were a little worried when you left so abruptly, Remmington allowed IT to analyze the situation and..." She trailed off, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Well...We thought someone may have broken in here.." She looked around, feeling slightly stupid. "..But it doesn't seem like it." leanon scritched the back of her neck, grinning slighty, the salmon calmly blubbed in the background.
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Post by Star_Traveler on Sept 17, 2004 14:40:27 GMT -5
The little bell on the door rings out loudly as Professor Remington, a medium built human man, dressed in a silvery grey cloak full of pockets crammed packed with odd scientific stuff, burst into Rotzi Photo, on the heels of Leanon. Slightly out of breath, he pants, “Jessie! Are you ok!”
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Post by Rotzi on Sept 17, 2004 15:09:03 GMT -5
Centon quirked an eyebrow. "Did Squee get mad in town again?" He watched the human nod slowly. Then the elf turned his attention to the demon. "Squee..."
While those two talked, Jessi approached the two new comers. "It happens when Squee gets really mad. He's ok now that the cake is off."
She looked back at the Centon and Squee. "I just don't like to see him lose control... Last time he ate someone." Rotzi chuckled.
"Oh well." She noticed the darts still in her hands. "Any good at darts?"
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Sept 17, 2004 17:01:39 GMT -5
The corners of Leanons mouth twitched upwards slightly, as did her long elven ears.
"So glad the two of you are fine!" She smiled happily, flailing her arms in a joyful way, knocking Sir Salmonkins in the process.
"Erm...Darts you say? I've yet to try my hand at them but I'll give it a go!" She gave a small cough and her eyes darted around the room, taking it all in.
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Post by Star_Traveler on Sept 17, 2004 21:16:20 GMT -5
An expression of relief comes over Remington’s face as he realizes Jessi is ok. “Whew! Thank goodness Jessi.” A frown comes to his face and he looks at IT, “We’ll talk later…”. IT dims and hides in a pocket murmuring about a 56% chance of something attacking the store. “Shhh IT,” says Remington. He looks around the shop at the short staircase, the blue door and the yellow and blue waiting room. “Nice shop, Jessi. Did you say darts? I love darts!” and a gleam sparkles in his blue eyes. “Oh! I have some pictures I need developed, can you develop pictures here?”
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Post by Rotzi on Sept 18, 2004 9:33:21 GMT -5
"Sure I can." Rotzi smiled. "But it'll cost ya."
Squee fluttered over to his cat bed. "Touch me and die," growled the demon as he curled up and fell asleep.
Jessi quirked an eyebrow at the cat before shaking her head. "Okies... I'm gonna go ahead and get these done." She lookekd at her helper. "Centon. Keep them entertained okies?" With that said, the human went into the dark room.
The elf nearly face palmed. "But... I hate darts..."
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Sept 18, 2004 11:30:14 GMT -5
Leanon looked at Squee with the air of someone who is not quite used to these things. her long ears twitched slightly.
"So..." She said hesitantly to the fellow elf. "How exactly does one play...Darts?" She removed the tophat from her head, dusted off the top a little with the tips of her slender digits, then promptly placed it back on.
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Post by Star_Traveler on Sept 19, 2004 20:59:15 GMT -5
Remington smiles a warm friendly smile and hands Centon three darts saying, “Here ya go. Show Leanon how to do it.”
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Post by Rotzi on Sept 20, 2004 12:18:57 GMT -5
Centon growled mentally. The only human he could tolerate being that close was Jessi. However, since he was so shy, he didn't say anything or even hint at it. "Fine..." he said, voice cool and calm.
"Granted, I'm not that good..." He picked up one of the darts and flung it as Jessi had taught him when they first started living together. It hit dead center.
"If you've ever played with shuriken - throwing knives, it's generally the same. Just try to aim for the center." He sent another one flying toward the dart board. This one, however, sunk into the wall a foot above the board. "Oops..."
Squee snickered from his bed. "Rotzi's gonna kick yer arse, ye know. Remember what happened the last time that happened?"
The elf shuddered. "I.. *gulp* remember." With that said he put the other dart on the counter and rushed to the back supply room. "Where's that bloody spackle...?"
From his bed, Squee cackled. Apparently it happened enough to make the li'l demon happy.
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Sept 20, 2004 13:36:30 GMT -5
Leanon winced slightly at the sound of the dart hitting the rough wood.
She toyed with the darts, contemplating wether to throw one of the pointed objects at the board hung upon the wall.
"Hmm....." She traced the point with the end of her index finger.
"I'm sure I'll regret asking this but, Squee, what did happen the last time Rotzie defeated Centon..?" She asked with more than a little bit of curiosity.
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Post by Rotzi on Sept 20, 2004 14:00:16 GMT -5
"Defeated? Oh, you mean the last time he got a dart in the wood?" Squee snickered. "She told me to take care of him."
Before he could finish, Centon came back down, spackle in hand. Luckily it was already the color it needed to be, since it was in the same area as last time. "None o' that, Squee," growled the assistant. "Just let me..." Centon paused. "We may need this for later. Let's just play, ok?"
Rotzi, on the other hand, was just finishing up Remington's photos...
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Post by Star_Traveler on Sept 20, 2004 14:17:37 GMT -5
Remington looks at the hole in the wall, “Maybe we need to get a matt placed behind the dart board.” Remington tosses a dart and it lands on the 12.
IT flits around and says, “You lunged. Keep both feet on the ground in a good stable stance.
Remington tosses another dart and it lands on the 7. IT glows and says,
“You tried to put a spin on the dart. Spinning doesn’t help. The dart board is only 7’ 9 ¼” feet away and there’s not enough flight time for aerodynamic spin to be a stabilizing factor. “
Remington says, “IT this is a game not the summer game try-outs. It’s suppose to be fun.”
Remginton tosses another dart it stickes right in the middle of the 20’s zero. Remington glares at IT, “Don’t say it. Shhh.”
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