If someone had told me a week ago, that in a weeks time I'd be fighting a giant (the anthropomorphic form of the common cold mind you). Along side a boy my age brought straight from the 1970's with a Walkman attached to his hip, while listening to Mr.Blue sky on repeat(in the parking lot of a fiesta foods no less). I would've first asked you who you were and how you got into my house, then I would've told you that kind of thing only happens in books.
Well apparently I happened to be the main protagonist, so yay. Not only have I been dragged into this world of gods and monsters, but I ended up dragging some of my friends into it to, could things get any worse for me at this point!? All I wanted was to get breakfast.
It was at the beginning of the week, in my home town(a small SMALL town in north east Oregon shoved between a desert, and endless fields of wheat). There aren't exactly many places from cool hip happening(as my older friends put it) teens to hang out, so one might find it odd to see a small group of friends spending time in an old pizza shop.
The building was at least two stories, and was painted with dry peeling crusty yellow paint, the awning on the room a faded green. The wooden sign hanging above the door depicted a knight holding his lance outward as if riding into battle. Only rather than a horse, he sat upon a large pizza. Which at first seemed funny, until you realized how many jokes you could make about the salami being made of horse meat. Inscribed below it were the now beloved words
"Ye old pizza shoppe"
words I had grown quite fond of I must say, it was 102 outside today. Which only honestly made me more eager to get there. It was reletively hard to find ,though in the middle of downtown it was crowded on both sides by a Chinese place on the right, and a motel 6 on the left.
I swung the door open without much though as I ran inside to Meet my friends, who as usual were probably somehow beating my high score on the pinball machine.
Well apparently I happened to be the main protagonist, so yay. Not only have I been dragged into this world of gods and monsters, but I ended up dragging some of my friends into it to, could things get any worse for me at this point!? All I wanted was to get breakfast.
It was at the beginning of the week, in my home town(a small SMALL town in north east Oregon shoved between a desert, and endless fields of wheat). There aren't exactly many places from cool hip happening(as my older friends put it) teens to hang out, so one might find it odd to see a small group of friends spending time in an old pizza shop.
The building was at least two stories, and was painted with dry peeling crusty yellow paint, the awning on the room a faded green. The wooden sign hanging above the door depicted a knight holding his lance outward as if riding into battle. Only rather than a horse, he sat upon a large pizza. Which at first seemed funny, until you realized how many jokes you could make about the salami being made of horse meat. Inscribed below it were the now beloved words
"Ye old pizza shoppe"
words I had grown quite fond of I must say, it was 102 outside today. Which only honestly made me more eager to get there. It was reletively hard to find ,though in the middle of downtown it was crowded on both sides by a Chinese place on the right, and a motel 6 on the left.
I swung the door open without much though as I ran inside to Meet my friends, who as usual were probably somehow beating my high score on the pinball machine.
I smirked, hitting the pinball expertly as I attempted to beat Stephanie's high score. Shouting with joy, I high fived one of my friends, looking at the new highscore. "The king of Pinball has returned, ladies and gentlemen, bask in his greatness!" I boasted, looking over to see Stephanie. "Welcome to my kingdom, Cherry Top," I joked, bowing deeply at her.
"Move over, Brat," I joked, and not in that way that makes it hard to tell if someone's joking or not, it was obvious. Brat was what I usually called Donnie, since Brat and Brant are alike in spelling. "Let the Queen take her turn." I started curling my grey hair around my finger-it took forever to color it this way (which, mind you, it had been grey for a week) and style it into these curly pigtails every day, but it was so worth it-with a smirk on my face. "Viva la revolution!" I exclaimed, fully ready to beat his newly acquired high score.
Janine was on standby as she appeared to absentmindedly glance over the two crowd over the pinball machine. She was quietly and peacefully chewing against a slice of pizza. "Eh, really? Congrats," she said, casually high-fiving her friend. She wasn't typically the type to waste any money, which was reserved for pizza, on pinball. She took yet another bite of her pizza, as she went over to see Chiyoko begin to play, seeing this obviously intense competition for the highest within this small machine. She guessed if they were able to get such a high score with it, it probably not have been that hard of a game.
((Ooc: my replies will be spotty for the next few days as I'll be out of range.))
"Aww are the peasants attempting to dethrone their empress. How very cute."
She spoke as she slowly entered the room, striking a pose as she stepped in the doorway.
"Now emo wants to see a real player?"
Honestly and knew she
Could beat them, she had been coming to this pizza shop for many more years than Shs ever knew them.
She spoke as she slowly entered the room, striking a pose as she stepped in the doorway.
"Now emo wants to see a real player?"
Honestly and knew she
Could beat them, she had been coming to this pizza shop for many more years than Shs ever knew them.
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