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Post by Kyle Rooney on Jan 21, 2009 11:02:36 GMT -5
 Thank fucking god, Kyle thought to himself as he came out from the back room of Slices. His part time job there was becoming a full time pain in the ass. If he never saw another piece of shredded cheese again it would be too soon; but of course, he would see one - or a million and one tomorrow when he came back for his shift after classes. It was hard to admit not having enough money to just go to Bullworth like so many of the other people there; his first week in class had made it pretty clear that there were not a lot of other people there like him, enjoying the ride of a scholarship.
What scholarships didn't cover was things like cell phones, computers, gas money; the bells and whistles of being a teenager. Also, he was pretty sure that his scholarship wouldn't help him get a car when he turned sixteen and that was right around the corner. So Slices it was, for the time being. Kyle threw himself into one of the stools at the bar-like counter top. It was late and there wouldn't be too many people coming in, so the boss didn't mind if he ate before he went back to school. He took a ravenous bite of pizza, wiping his face with his apron afterward before chucking it toward the laundry bin. A mouthful of soda later, he started to relax. It could be worse, he repeated to himself over and over again. At least his boss let him hang out in the kitchen in the back where there was little chance of anyone from Bullworth seeing him.
Much to his surprise, the bells on the door jingled, signaling the arrival of what had to be the last customer of the night - a pick-up order was waiting for an owner... Kyle remembered the pizza well: mushrooms, olives, green peppers, onion, fresh tomatoes, and sausage. Quite a combination; he was curious who had placed the order and couldn't help but turning around to see.
OOC: So, it gets a little specific, but I thought someone might have fun picking this up. Cheers.
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Post by Chris Gordon on Jan 25, 2009 18:35:58 GMT -5
 Things would be so much better once he finally had a car. It was a pain to have to figure out where everything was by foot and how to get to places in a town he'd literally just arrived in. The lady in the office was nice enough to tell him that he could get something to eat at Slice's, a local pizzeria that she told him was a favorite of Bullworth students. Whether this was just good promo for a local business or a true sentiment, it was unclear but he'd ordered a pie with a mix of his favorite toppings. Since he'd be taking it back to his dorm room and eating it alone, he went ahead and ordered sausage without the guilt that usually came from Katie's disapproving glance. The vegan bit of their friendship was kind of annoying, but at least before she had left New York she was doing better at not having him feel guilty about not following in her footsteps.
The bell clanged over the door, announcing his arrival. "Hey," he said, to a guy situated at the counter, kind of awkwardly. He seemed to be a younger guy, maybe a student grabbing a late night bite to eat. There was no one else around, or at least no one that appeared to be in charge of anything. He didn't want to bug this guy, but he couldn't help it. "Uh, do you know who I could talk to about a pizza? Chris gave him a kind of pained look. He felt bad about bothering this guy in the middle of a slice, but there really wasn't any other way around it and he couldn't wait. He still had to figure out where his dorm room was.
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Post by Kyle Rooney on Jan 25, 2009 19:29:46 GMT -5
The kid who came in for the pizza couldn’t have been that much older than Kyle, maybe the same age. But he even looked like he was a bit better off than Kyle. His clothes were nice, but they weren’t anything special. It was kind of hard to tell. With the back of his hand, Kyle wiped off his mouth and shook his head. “We’re actually closed, just waiting for this last order to come in,” Kyle explained. While he probably could have handled throwing in another pie, he really wasn’t in the mood and didn’t feel like it. The boss had left him with the keys to lock things up and that was what Kyle planned on doing as soon as the waiting pizza had left the restaurant.
The kid who entered was skinny; not really the athletic type, though admittedly Kyle wasn’t a whole lot to look at, muscularly speaking. But this guy looked like he could be 125 pounds soaking wet wearing every piece of clothing he owned. Kyle wondered if this was one of his Bullworth classmates that he hadn’t met yet. There were very few locals that Kyle didn’t know, so he figured this guy was shipped in from somewhere. There was the slightest trace of some kind of accent that sounded like… Well, Kyle wasn’t good with accents; but it wasn’t from around Bullworth, that was for sure.
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Post by Chris Gordon on Jan 26, 2009 21:02:24 GMT -5
"Uh, I'm pretty sure that's mine," Chris said, simply. Evidently, he didn't look like the kind of guy who got fresh tomatoes on his pizza, or maybe he did. It was hard to tell and he got the general feeling that this guy was trying to size him up. It was weird and almost kind of threatening in a primitive way; like he was being sized as an opponent, the prize of the fight being the reward of pizza. Arguably, the guy even had a prehistoric look to him, which would be believable with the way he was acting. He also gave no appearance of being employed by the pizza place; maybe he was just getting messed with.
Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill that looked like it needed to be dry cleaned and ironed. All of his money looked that way. He'd gotten a very nice wallet from his dad for Christmas this year, but of course neglected to use it. Maybe now that he had a student ID and some other little cards and things it would be worth taking out and inspecting; tonight however, the small, black leather men's accessory was tucked away in one of his bags. "It should be a large pizza with mushrooms, olives, green peppers, onion, fresh tomatoes, and sausage..." Chris added, hoping that would convince the guy to hand it over already.
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