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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 12:59:53 GMT -8
"Aaron?" Melrose could hear his voice cutting through her grease fighting concentration. She whipped her head around to see him wave and pass by. Quickly she waving back with the squirt bottle in her hand. "Aaron. Hey."
Suddenly one of the dumb brooms decided to slide down the wall she had propped it up against. Melrose leaped to save it, dropping her squirt bottle as well as knocking over the mop. Geez. Smooth. And right in front of Aaron too.
She scrambled to reorganize the mess. Melrose though continued, trying to act like it didn't bother her, "Yeah, the um, one of the managers promoted me to cleaning. They gave me an actual list too." She called, as Aaron made his way over to the counter.
True story, though. After her humiliating job of greeting people, one of the managers had suggested she pick up the cleaning tasks. Maintenance duty was rough, but at least it wasn't down right torture. It was simple too. Just mop around the place and try not to look like idiot. Simple.
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Aug 9, 2010 13:08:56 GMT -8
"Maintenance duty, eh?" Aaron looked over across the counter from her. He left the area after his shift manager told him what to do. From the cart of cleaning supplies, Aaron propped up the yellow "WARNING: SLIPPERY WHEN WET" sign and put it near Melrose's mopping area. He hoped she didn't see, he knew Melrose would feel silly about forgetting such a thing. "It's a pretty easy job," Aaron said, "don't forget about the tables, especially the ones with little kids," Aaron said. Those tend to be the messiest tables. "I'll be right back, Melrose," Aaron said, "have to lift some boxes." Aaron waved to Melrose and went to the back.
Aaron was the first pick to lift the heavy boxes of supplies, whether it was food, cleaning supplies, cooking supplies, or the office supplies. For most people it took effort but it came naturally to Aaron. He didn't need to think about it, the strength came at ease. Although Aaron was always sure to put on a face of attempt as if it took effort to lift the heavy boxes and push them around, just to fit in.
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 13:28:44 GMT -8
Melrose blushed. Aaron was so helpful.
She was finally able to tame the wild cleaning supplies. She noticed some sort of icky slime seemed to get on her fingers. Well now that's just nasty. "Thanks, Aaron. You're too kind. Really." She wiped the mystery goop on her pants and watched him float off into the back to carry out his own tasks. Looking down though, she spotted the "WARNING: SLIPPERY WHEN WET" sign propped up by her feet.
More blush. Both from embarrassment she had forgotten and also because, once again, Aaron had saved her. He tended to do that it seemed. He was her Superman.
Melrose looked back at the rebellious stain on the window, contemplating if she should, well you know. She looked around stealthily and recognized that no one was looking. She quickly gave the stain another squirt and rubbed over it with the wash rag. Only this time she began zooming through the scrubbing motion, up to full speed. Back and forth and back and forth. Wha-la. The stain was gone. And in a Flash.
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Aug 9, 2010 13:49:45 GMT -8
After bringing heavy boxes to their proper spots, Aaron was done with his lifting job. He was told to serve pizza- after doing the dance of shame. It was his turn. God he hated this part of the whole job. He went into the dressing room, putting on the robot-like costume that smelled like sweat and ass (not that he knew). Dammit when was this thing last washed? 18th Century?
"Will all the Earthlings celebrating t heir birthday come to the center spaceship stage?" The audio tape played. Workers whose turn it was to perform went on stage. A space-like song started to play and the workers sang along with the audio. Aaron in his robot-like-spaceman outfit came out of the space ship door. He started to do the silly birthday dance with his coworkers who sang along to the audio tape. The birthday song and dance was over. Aaron now had to take pictures with the little kids. It was only for ten minutes... ten minutes. But it was a rough one. Kids always wanted his attention, they hugged him, jumped on his leg... gah. Luckily nobody knew it was him. His appearance time was over and he got to change out of the costume. He sprayed his deodorant body spray to mask the smell and washed his hands. That costume was gross.
He exited the dressing room and went to the kitchen to pick up the pizza that needed to be delivered to Table 18. "Great job," Aaron said to Melrose, complimenting how she got the handprint marks off.
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 14:15:28 GMT -8
Oh my.
Melrose watched from afar the most frightening thing take place. Singing. Dancing. And dressing up in a robot costume? Melrose had absolutely no clue who the poor soul in the awkward outfit was, but Geez. Her heart went out to him. As well she prayed the day would never come that she'd have to take his place. She wanted to look away so badly. It was almost painful to watch. But she couldn't. She just couldn't. Her eyes were glued. It was almost like watching a horror film. You know you want to look away, but at the same time you're dying to see what happens next.
After the "entertainment" was over, Melrose looked back at her now squeaky clean window. Spick and Span. Just the way she liked it. 10 bucks though said it'd be back to its greasy self by tomorrow. Great.
And then Aaron's voice came around again. A compliment, a compliment!
She did something right. Finally.
Wait. Did he see though? Tari had once told her that it was highly not recommended to use one's powers off campus, in case one was caught. What if Aaron saw? He seemed like a good employee, but was he good enough guy not to turn her in if he found out?
"Thanks!" She smiled, "Good job, um, carrying pizza." Melrose added, trying to be sweet.
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Aug 9, 2010 14:29:28 GMT -8
Aaron made a clicky noise with his teeth and winked at Melrose at her compliment. He set the pepperoni pizza down and walked back to the kitchen, carrying two pizzas. It wans't heavy, it was just... the balancing part that was the trouble. Aaron delivered the pizzas to the table and went back to Melrose since the pizzas were getting made. "How's the cleaning?" Aaron asked Melrose.
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 14:45:05 GMT -8
"Cleaning is... um, well, good." Melrose was afraid she'd somehow mess up in front of Aaron.
She dropped the squirt bottle and rag into a pouch on the cleaning cart, quickly grabbed the mop, dunked in the bucket of water, and began mopping up around Aaron and herself. Her heart racing in utter fear of screwing the task up.
But she wouldn't let Aaron see it. No way. Melrose refused to come across as some weak, confused, and clumsy schoolgirl. Despite the fact, she of course was one. She kept her composure and tried to keep it cool. "Cool like Siburis", as she commonly likes to refer to it as.
"So, if you don't mind my asking, what else is it you do besides work at this lovely establishment?"
That was good. Keeping it cool. "Siburis cool".
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Aug 9, 2010 15:23:50 GMT -8
"You mean... my hobbies?" Aaron asked Melrose, his voice deeper than usual. He coughed. Silly random voice changes even though he wasn't in middle school anymore. "I, uh," Aaron held the back of his neck. What did he do? "I walk, go on the computer, and read." Aaron replied. Smooth. Real smooth. He obviously lead the life of an exiting young man, a life everyone wanted to live. But who knew the answer to what did they like to do when they were asked that? Did he even answer the question correctly?
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 15:38:24 GMT -8
"That's cool." Melrose dunked the mop into the bucket again and continued her mopping.
Aaron seemed like a regular guy. By that she meant he was a good guy. Like, he came across as the kind of guy that did his homework when he was supposed to, stayed out of trouble, listened to his parents, did what he was asked, and such. Which was without a doubt a good thing. Melrose hadn't many guys as well put together as Aaron was. He almost reminded her of her cousin, Miles. But then again that's simply how he came off as. Melrose didn't know Aaron well enough.
How she wished she could speed up this dumb mopping process. It was tedious without a doubt. Melrose, being on autopilot, started to speed up her mopping motion. Her hands moving back and forth almost in a blur. Oh shoot. What was she thinking?!
Melrose turned her back to Aaron, slowing down her hands and pleading to herself that he hadn't noticed. She miscalculated the turn on the heels though and ended up slipping on the wet floor. What goes up must come down. And Melrose did. Hard.
Her back slammed down on the restaurant floor, getting completely soaked by water. As well, she smacked her head on the yellow sign, knocking it over altogether. How ironic! How embarrassing! Melrose wanted to scream at herself, but all she saw were stars.
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Aug 9, 2010 15:59:16 GMT -8
"Melrose!" Aaron's shouting did nothing but waste time. He wished he was fast enough, strong enough reflexes but he was too late. Melrose hit the ground. He could of sworn he felt that in his head. "Melrose!" Aaron quickly ran to her side and scooped his arms underneath her armpits to scoop her up. That fall.. gah he could feel his head throbbing and he didn't even hurt. As he propped Melrose up he kept his hands around her waist to make sure she wasn't going to fall back over. "Are you alright?" Aaron asked, his eyes widen from worry. His breathing was fast and he was afraid she went crazy. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Aaron asked Mel, one hand retrieving away from Melrose's waist, holding up three fingers. Oh god, he hope she was alright. "You can't sleep for another ten hours," Aaron said, "just in case you might have a concussion."
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 16:09:57 GMT -8
"Aaron?" There were like four of him. Which one was the real one?
Melrose grabbed the back of her burning head. It was throbbing like mad. Stupid floor. Stupid Melrose.
Her head was spinning, not to mention on fire. The lower back wasn't feeling so hot either.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled, trying to keep it together, "I'm sorry." She reached her other hand out, trying to determine which Aaron was the right Aaron.
Melrose blindly grabbed Aaron by the nose. What the- Oh my god. She could feel her face turning red and warm. Quickly releasing her grip, Melrose apologized again. How utterly embarrassing. Melrose was sort of wanting to go kill herself at this point.
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Aug 9, 2010 16:27:52 GMT -8
"Ouch," Aaron replied, trying to stay as calm as he could with his nasal voice and Melrose's pinching. He flared his nostrils, his nose free from the grip of Melrose. Aaron wiggled his nose, feeling the nerves tingle. Aaron slightly opened his mouth, fighting the urge to sneeze. He let go of Melrose, directing his attention away so he could sneeze. He sneezed into his arm. Aaron blinked his eyes and looked at Melrose, "don't worry about it," he said. Aaron's named was called to deliver more pizzas to the tables.
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 16:45:03 GMT -8
Wow, Melrose.
She sighed, feeling terrible as Aaron resumed back to his job of delivering pizza. She brushed off her shorts and picked up the yellow sign she had knocked over in her fit of clumsiness. Her back was soaking wet, gross. Oh well, it was just her obnoxious uniform, it's not like she'd be sporting it for a date or anything. But the fact that the murky water was seeping through was a bit uncomfortable. And the fact she had just pinched a fellow co-worker's nose. Aaron's nose for that matter. Yeah, that too.
She hustled back to finishing her mopping, hoping no one had witnessed it. But Melrose knew deep down she had just totally caused a scene.
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Post by Aaron Murphy on Aug 9, 2010 17:11:10 GMT -8
The four hour shift was over. There was no more pizza serving for the day. Aaron set down the last two pizzas, letting the people know who would help them next if they needed anything. Aaron went back to the counter and clocked off. He saw the schedule; Melrose got off at 6 too. Aaron took off the red hat, his hair flat and he ruffled his hair so it wouldn't look that bad. "Melrose, it's time to go," Aaron said, tapping the girl on her shoulder, "they wont like it if you work longer clocked in," Aaron said.
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Post by Melrosie Marshal on Aug 9, 2010 17:20:04 GMT -8
Melrose turned to Aaron. It's over? Really?
Thank heavens.
"Oh, yeah. Sure." She shuffled to put the cleaning supplies back in their respected places on the cart and hurried it into the maintenance closet. Closing that door was pure bliss. Another day done. Another step closer to those new shoes. And not being poor.
Passing my Aaron again as she shuffled to clock-out, she thought she'd thank him once more. "Look Aaron, thanks again. For everything, really. You keep saving my butt and if there's any thing you need, I'll do it okay? I need to pay you back." She took off her uniform cap and felt the sweat and left over mop water in her hair. Nasty. Melrose flipped her hair, hoping to give it more life and volume as it once was four hours ago.
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