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Abram clutched the edge of the van as the driver made a sharp turn, it seemed like this driver was a lot more sharp with his turn then the female drivers. ”Great.” he mumbled under his breath as the correspondent in the van was informing everyone about the competition. ”So, when we get out there. It’ll be a boy versus girl competition. You will each have a special item you need to sell to the lovely people of Verona. Although we have a special mission for you guys, your item is too big too carry so if you walk next to the ice cream parlor, your special item is waiting right there for you to try to sell. Got it?” she let them know with a smile as Abram nodded although he wasn’t sure where the ice cream shop was.
Abram got out of the van and was a little discombobulated as he tried to gather his composure, he walked over to the shop and there was a huge sign Hawaii Chair: $49.99: Enjoy taking the work out of your workday. Abram had to laugh a little bit, is this really what they had to sell? He shook his head and was extremely embarrassed but he wasn’t one to give up a challenge. ”Hm. I might as well try this out as I wait for the other ones.” Abe said as he sat on the chair and it began to swivel, and his ass was starting to get extremely sore. ”What is this.” he mumbled as he stood up and rubbed his butt, it was a weird feeling. Abram looked around to see if any of the camera caught him and he was lucky, if only he had any idea of how his team would try to sell this contraption.
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Post by Aly on Dec 14, 2011 10:27:42 GMT -5
[bg=ebf9f9][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top] "What? Huh!? HEY!" Akki yelled out as he started being moved from his rather comfy seat in the waiting area. As bad as this was it got even worse, he was then shoved into a car filled to the brim with people chattering and cheering so loudly he had no clue what the people were trying to say. As soon as the vehicle stopped moving he forced his way out of the car and looked around, rage pulsing through him over this apparent kidnapping. He stopped for a moment as he began recognising buildings, at least they weren't too far from the places he knew, Verona city had a few very identifiable buildings.
Still grumbling about having no clue what the hell was going on he turned and found another male sitting down in a rather...ridiculous looking chair. It appeared that the seat was actually swivelling around..was it a design flaw or was it simply broken and the idiot couldn't stop his butt from moving it. Either way Akki recognised him from the car, and seeing as he had no clue what to do, his best bet would be to stick by someone who did. Seeing as there was no one like that he'd have to settle for this joker, who by now had jumped up and was looking over the chair with great confusion "What exactly are we meant to do here?" Akki asked the male, looking directly at the chair he had been sitting on and trying to find what was so odd about it. He noticed a small motor underneath, obviously it was the reason for the chair rotating, but still, why would someone want to sit on something that would dislocate their hips?
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Dec 15, 2011 18:19:06 GMT -5
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Nevoa had listened silently in the lobby to the host explaining the first event and a smile appeared on the twenty years old's face when they said it would be a gender war. The female trainer's brown eyes glanced around at her fellow gals, seeing who might be best to team up with. Sierra was there so she at least knew someone. As everyone was starting to stand and leave two of the host's assistants approached her and practically dragged her from the others.
No time was given to say anything before they informed her that she would be playing for the boy's team. The brunette was baffled and rendered speechless at what that meant. No Sierra. No one she knew. She'd have to crossdress. Her name was Buddy. "Eu nem sequer. Você tem que estar brincando comigo."
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Post by jay on Dec 16, 2011 6:54:46 GMT -5
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Abram just had to laugh, it was so silly what they had to do. ”I think we need to sell these people of Verona? I figure best way to do is sit on the chair and try it out. No? It’s surprisingly comfortable, for a chair that jiggles your ass.” he said as his body was being turned around by the extreme speed of the chair. ”Oh shit. Oh shit.” he said as he almost fell off, ”fuck.” he mumbled under his breath as he stood back up once again. ”So I’m Abram. Might as well introduce each other no?” he said as he looked at the chair and wondered how to make it more exciting.
As they were talking or silently staring into each others eyes, a very husky male walked towards them and crossed his arms. ”What the fuck is this? Some kind of contraption to clean my ass. Looks dumb and like a piece of shit. Ha Ha Ha.” he made some kind of remark as he nudged the chair with his foot. ”This is dumb. But really, what is this?” he asked slightly intrigued, as if he wanted to take a ride on this chair.
”Well sir, this is the Hawaii chair. Best time of your life guarantee. It takes the work out of your work day! Try it out. Have a seat. Promise you’ll feel your ab muscles toning just by sitting down for a few minutes. What do you say?” Abram asked as he looked at his teammates hoping they had some kind of fancy idea.
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Post by Aly on Dec 16, 2011 7:18:48 GMT -5
[bg=ebf9f9][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top] 'Sell this' Akki through to himself, holding his chin as his mind wondered on about the odd chair. 'How the hell would they sell this, hell that guy almost fell off it for god's sake.' As his mind wondered the male stated his name, and feeling it might make the situation less painful Akki decided to follow social protocol. "Name's Akki." He said blandly, nudging the chair softly with his foot as though to test its stability. Thankfully it didn't jiggle on the ground, but that was probably because it was heavy as hell. Even if someone did buy it how would they carry it away! Suddenly Akki stiffened up as he noticed a presence near by, a hooded figure had simply strolled toward them, was this a customer or another team member? His eyes bore deep into the darkened features of this new person for a moment before his attention was wrenched by Abram's voice. With a quick spin Akki was now facing the rather annoying first customer, mocking git before he knew it and then still asking what it is, was he honestly that brick-headed? No he mustn't be hostile, this was a challenge after all and he had managed to act in the past, so he flashed on his most believable business man smile and joined in on trying to convert this guy into a buyer. "Why sir, how can you not know!" Akki said, gesturing rather dramatically to the chair, he had learned a few things about sales from tv and his best bet might be to immetate and hope his partners would follow suit. "Why, have you not seen the adverts, the millions of happy customers! We are here with a limited offer." He said, now actually struggling to keep his over friendly smile on as he felt more and more passers-by pausing to watch either with interest or with annoyance. 'God what have I been degraded to that I'm forced to do this' He thought as he forced on another spurt of over excited yammering about the product. "Why this is a chair like non other! A chair like never before that will revolutionize your life! As you will see if you take but a moment to test it!" Akki called out, inviting the husky male to take a seat. Rather reluctantly the large male took a seat on the chair, shifting around a few times and pulling rather odd faces as he tried to get his ass to fit just right. "Now as you can feel the powerful motor is kicking in." Akki said as the chair began to slowly rotate the man's pevis 'god why, god why' Akki thought as he felt he truly couldn't carry on any long, perhaps waiting long enough would mean that his partner might take over the demonstration as a small crowd had gathered due to his purposefully loud talking.
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Dec 16, 2011 22:13:34 GMT -5
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The first male didn't seem to notice her or care that she was there so she was fine there. The second male eyed her heavily, as if questioning her, but she didn't have the nerves to say anything to him. Instead she gulped rather audibly and looked anywhere but at him. What the hell was she suppose to say to him?... Introduction of their names? Shit. Nevoa knew her code name was "Buddy" but her voice! It was so obviously female. Think quick!
When eyes fell on her she immediately raised an arm and did the letters of "Buddy" in sign language. She proceeded to point to her mouth, gesture outward as "sound," and then cut across her neck as "dead." Aka she bullshitted that she was a mute. Pointing to where her ears would be under her hood she then proceeded to do thumbs up. She could hear fine. Yeah... This would work.... Maybe
Hopefully they wouldn't have time to question it as a male, their first customer, approached the chair. Akki seemed to have convinced the male to sit in the chair and get him to try it but now seemed lost on what to do. Well not like she could speak since she was acting mute... Errr. Brown eyes searched the others blindly for an idea.
Nevoa was at a loss. She didn't have the slightest clue as of what to do. Taking a shaky breath she smiled as brightly and as friendly as she could to the male in the chair and then quickly walked to the large advertisement sign they had. She lifted it as high over her head as she could and pointed it towards the growing crowd. It was the best she could do for now.
Hopefully the others just wouldn't find out she was a girl and she'd be safe.
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Post by jay on Dec 17, 2011 23:28:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS: 303 OUTFIT: CLICK TAGGED: OPEN NOTES: LET'S DO THIS Abram looked at Akki and smiled, ”Nice to meet you.”, he then looked over to the deaf guy and said ”useless.” How were they supposed to pull this off if they only had two actual people who could help out with this assignment. Abram watched as the customer took one last look at the chair and walked away quickly from their terrible selling strategies. ”Well. That was a fail. I have an idea, Deaf dude. Sit on the chair.” Abram said putting it on the highest level and waiting for him to sit down. ”So the plan is that he’s going to sit on the chair because he’s mute, he won’t speak and will show the idea of being able to work. Then we can show them that it’s working out your abs by showing it to the customers, I know it’s cold but I think this will work. I don’t know. Any other ideas?” Abram asked as he turned his chair off and looked for a customer.
A very flamboyant gay guy was walking down the street with a rainbow scarf hanging to his waist and a ring that said fierce on it that fit on four of his fingers. ”Can I interest you in a chair, sir?” Abram said as he tried to move the guy closer to their stand.
Ooc – derp.
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Post by Aly on Dec 18, 2011 12:17:55 GMT -5
[bg=ebf9f9][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top] Apparently sitting in the chair did the random male no good because he was out of there faster than Akki could even imagine a guy of his size could move. Akki turned to glare at the person who had claimed to be mute, if he was mute then why the hell did he need the stupid hood on, something didn't seem right, and why hadn't he at least tried to do something to keep the guy here. ow they had to deal with a crowd that was slowly thinning out, leaving behind only some rather odd looking patrons. The first one to come forward was something Akki rather did not want to need to deal with. God all this dude needed was to be carrying a Lillipup in a sweater and it would be Akki's worst nightmare. Then worst of all his idiotic parter went and invited him forward, why, god why! Akki glared at the ground for a moment as he tried to compose himself, this was just great, just too freaking great! No way was he going to hold up that act with the gay guy who had reasponded. "Oh maaai, it does look interesting!" and sat down with enough ass pushed out that he had to realign himself to fit properly in the chair. Akki actually cringed as he saw this, but he took a deep breath, he had to, he simply had to get this retarded chair sold! And maybe even get the hooded menace to be of a little more help. Akki took a deep breath and braced himself before striding over to the chair and flashing the gay guy a very wide smile. "Well a man such as yourself obviously takes care of his body! So this here must be the perfect purchase for you! A fat trimming muscle building machine that only requires you to sit!" God, he sounded like someone in an obnoxious commercial, and he hated them to pieces, always yelling, waving their arms about, acting like nothing could be better than their piece of junk. Of corse Akki had to act like that, how else would he get this thing sold! "My partner here," He said, gesturing toward the hooded character, "Will be more then happy to show you how to work it, once the hood is dropped of corse, wouldn't want to seem creepy now would we!" Akki said with a grin, his eyes lingering on the figure for a moment, now how was he going to get out of this. The little giggle of approval from the gay man helped his plan along nicely, nothing would make him be able to say he couldn't drop his hood, even if he was horribly disfigured, he'd have to tell them that, but apparently...he couldn't talk, so showing would be the only way...
Mwahaha cmon kimmie we promise not to kill her XD
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Dec 18, 2011 14:33:46 GMT -5
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Useless? A frown appeared on Nevoa's face and she was glad for the hood that put a shadow over her face. People who were mute were not useless. This show should have been a social experiment to see how inconsiderate, rude, and self-centered people are. Mutes had difficulties doing somethings but that doesn't at all mean they are useless. If only she could give this pathetic excuse of a person a piece of her mind. The brunette's fist clenched inside her hoody sleeve as she watched the first costumer run away.
Ugh. Now she had to test and show off that abomination of a chair. How the hell was she suppose to use it. Begrudging she sat down in the chair and watched as Abram turned it on and ran to get some flamboyant male to see the chair in action. Nevoa however didn't get the chance to see if he got the male to come over because as soon as the chair started moving she went flinging around in the chair every which way. Hands lunged out and grabbed the arm rests, brown eyes wide in fear. What the hell is this thing? Better question: how were they suppose to sell a chair that was trying to teach her how to be a rodeo cowboy? This is impossible.
Unclenching one hand from the arm rest she started pressing all the buttons she could to turn the chair off. Finally, when instead she found the off button, she leaped from the chair in terror. To make matters worse apparently Abram succeeded in getting the gay male over. Maybe the male didn't see her almost die but he seemed content at sitting in the chair now that she's vacated it. Eye flickered over to Akki when he started to speech and her jaw dropped. She couldn't drop her hood! Cover would be blown! Technically though Akki never said she was male when he said that she should drop the hood. He just assumed she was male.
Taking a shaky breath, she attempted to place a friendly smile on her face and dropped her hood and untied her hair. No point for it to be in the pony tail now. Should she still act mute? No. Male cover is blown so she might as well just be herself. "I'd be happy to show you if you'd just allow me to demonstrate."
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Post by jay on Dec 19, 2011 6:16:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS: 303 OUTFIT: CLICK TAGGED: OPEN NOTES: LET'S DO THIS The gay male clapped his hands excitedly as Akki was explaining the ideas that went along with the chair, how it was an exercise at the same time as a comfortable chair to actually do work on. ”That’s so convenient.” he commented as he began to think how useful this chair could be in one of his many activities. ”Hmm.” he said without thinking as his mind then began to think about how gorgeous the male was, and then he took off her hood. ”Oh. My girl, Do you look fabulous! Don’t let a hood hide your pretty face.” the gay guy then turned to Abram who had to pick up his jaw from the floor.
”Oh shit.” Abram was just slightly taken aback as he had to regain his composure and he looked back at Akki and shrugged, ”I guess this will work.” Abe wasn’t one to question the idea of trying to hide her identity; maybe she wanted to be a boy? He didn’t like prying. ”Care to tell us your name, silence?” a really lame nickname he came up with because he couldn’t think of anything else. As Nevoa moved to the silent music in her head, she was really showing how fun this chair could be. ”So as you can see, she’s able to do all of this without breaking a sweat. And it’s only $49.99, so as you can see. It’s definitely worth the buy.” Abram chimed in as he tugged at the bottom of his shirt and biting his bottom lip, wondering if we’ll make the sell.
”I’ll definitely buy this from you guys but I’ll give you an extra $20 if you get that guy to show me his abs.” the gay guy giggled as he looked at Akki and winked, and licked his lips and made a very suggestive face gesture. If he wanted to get off, he now had a regular customer on the Akki train.
All Abram could do was laugh, ”It’s up to you bud. Just remember, this is a competition.” he chuckled as he walked away trying to find more customers for the trio to find.
A very busy woman walked past as she sweats from all the layers she had on. ”Excuse me man, if I could interest you in a way to revolutionize the way you sit. Please, give us a second of your time.” as he brought her to their little setup, this time he would let Akki and Nevoa to all the talking, he wouldn’t mind demontrasting.
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Post by Aly on Dec 20, 2011 0:51:34 GMT -5
[bg=ebf9f9][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top] Well, Akki knew that he could get the character to remove its hood, but when it happened he actually had to pause a bit, he hadn't expected at ll that it might be a female, he paused for a moment, thinking that this was a competition and she was on the other side, but right now they needed some help in getting these things sold, so she'd just have to stay. She seemed to pulled through when she started demonstrating how to use the chair, she didn't look too comfortable but the expression was mistakable for someone in the middle of a good workout....kind of. Either way, Akki now heard the gay man from before offering to not only buy the chair, but give a bit extra as well, he just wanted....wait....WHAT Akki turned away quickly, and rubbed his hand over his face and tried very hard not to scream out his reply. 'Fuck this, fuck it straight to hell' He thought as he rubbed his temples, there was no freaking way in hell that he was ever going t- ”It’s up to you bud. Just remember, this is a competition.” The guy's words caused Akki to stagger in his thoughts, why, why the hell did it have to be him, why not ask to see the freaking chicks boobs are something... Akki shut his eyes and breathed very slowly, trying to calm himself down...the guy did say twenty bucks...that was nearly half the price of their product...it would need to be done. Letting out a little sigh Akki turned around slowly to look at the gay guy, who by now was licking his lips in anticipation. "Yeah okay fine..." Akki said, his voice seeming dry and his face wiped clean of all expressions. He simply grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up till just below his pecs, showing his belly in full view. His eyes were turned to glare off at anything but the gay person, and after what he thought was an acceptable time to stare at his lanky, yet built body he dropped his shirt before stretching out his hand. "That'll be 69.99 Thank you very much." He said to the guy, he was now trying hard not to let the man see him grinding his teeth, he would not soon forget this...
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Post by jay on Dec 21, 2011 19:40:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS: 303 OUTFIT: CLICK TAGGED: OPEN NOTES: LET'S DO THIS This was the best part of it, ”Wait. Where are you going?” Abram asked as the girl ran out in a hurry, it was now only Abram and Akki trying to sell these stupid Hawaii Chairs, ”Well fuck, this is going to suck.” he mumbled under his breath as he looked at Akki and shrugged, he really had no idea of what they were going to do next. The woman sat there as Abram smiled and tried to flirt with the woman to try to sell this chair. ”Hey, so. I’m Abram and this is the Hawaii Chair. So, you want abs like these?” he said as he pulled his shirt up and showed his muscles, ”well. You know how I get these bad boys?” he said with a wink, ”With the Hawaii Chair. Now, Akki. Show him how it works.” as his hand mentioned to his subordinate to demonstrate it for them.
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Post by Aly on Dec 22, 2011 11:39:37 GMT -5
[bg=ebf9f9][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top] Akki grabbed the money quickly as the gay man paid him and tottered off, dragging the rather heavy chair behind him, probably doing more of a work out moving it than he ever would actually using it. He turned suddenly though as loud footsteps rang around, his eyes glaring into he direction as he noticed the hooded female running off, apparently not wishing to take part in this any more. Oh well screw her then, more profit for him. His glare suddenly turned the the other male though as he asked Akki to demonstrate...was he seriously going to order him around like a fool? Then again...this meant he had to speak less to people...Abram could do the selling and all he'd need to do is be a display...this could work... "Right then." Akki said as he strode over to the female sitting in the chair, flashing her what he thought was an acceptably friendly smile before hunching over and looking at the chair controls. "You see this dial controls the speed, might want to start slow." Akki said, looking up at the female with a believably concerned look before continuing. "This button starts, and this one stops, easy." He finished before standing back and watching as the woman fumbled with the controls a bit. finally she started the machine up at the starting speed, it wasn't moving fast, but not exactly slowly either and she seemed a little...well it looked like a mixture of shock and pleasure. "You didn't say it vibrates too." She said in a slightly higher voice than she had used before. Akki blinked slowly at her...was she really going to be like this...honestly in public... And to his disbelief she actually put it higher, her face contorting even more with the pleasure of it. Akki looked away quick, adjusting his glasses slightly then let out a sigh. "So, will you be buying one, only 49.99" He asked, sincerely hoping she would want one of these daft machines.
Profit so far: 69.699PD
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Post by jay on Dec 26, 2011 6:47:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS: 303 OUTFIT: CLICK TAGGED: OPEN NOTES: LET'S DO THIS The young lady nodded her head wanting that chair in her house right this very minute, it would be her personal chair, of course and all she wanted to do was ride that chair all night. She handed the money to Akki and with a very perverted smile on her face, walked her chair home as quickly as possible.
”Goodjob bud.” Abram said with a smirk as he was doing a wonderful job advertising and showing off what the chair was able to do. ”Let me go and grab a few other people.” he said as he left Akki alone for a little bit as he tried to draw a crowd.
As he left, a bunch of security guards appeared with a very smug look on all of their faces. ”Do you have a permit to sell these chairs here? You need a permit, or else you’re going to mall jail. You do realize this stays on your record forever right? This is serious, even though you may think we’re just mall cops. We can do a pretty little number to your face, boy.” It was obvious they were angry old men who wanted this job to redeem their sad mediocore lives, but for Akki, he was now their punching bag.
Abram had a bunch of teenage girls to check out the chair, seeing how women seemed to love the vibrating sensation, but with the cops there he stood in his track. ”Wait a little bit as my partner handles a situation, but we’ll get you to these chair that are almost guaranteed to get you the boy that you want. With this chair, it warms you up and it works your core. The most you could want from a chair, right?!” he said occasionally looking at Akki wondering how he would handle the situation at hand.
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Post by Aly on Jan 3, 2012 11:47:01 GMT -5
[bg=ebf9f9][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align:top] Good the female took the bait better than he could have hoped, he grabbed the money almost too quickly. He was in the process of counting it when a number of shadows suddenly fell on him. He glanced up slowly, thinking it must be Abram back with new suck- um customers, but when he looked up the burly shapes were all glaring down at him, speaking rather pigheadedly about permits. Akki paused a moment as he considered the situation, his eyes glanced around quickly as fresh faces were now scrutinizing him, this was definitely not going to be good for their business, he'd need to fix this...quickly. He straightened up, stiffening his jacket and clearing his throat slightly as he gazed at the mall cops, his eyes cold but his face void of any true emotions. "Well you see officer," Akki called out, his voice taking a highly professional tone he had become akin to after dealing with a lot brighter police forces than these clowns. "Me and my friend," He gestured toward Abram who was standing chatting away the a ground of girls...nice...but ignored the obvious unfairness. "We are taking part in a competition, I'm sure these camera men," Akki gestured once more, but this time to a member of the camera crew who had been following them around, the male simply looked slightly dumbfounded at being brought into a conversation. "I'm sure they have the necessary paper work, now if you don't mind, I have more customers to deal with." Akki said finally, giving the blue clad men a slight bow before signalling Abram to come to him once more, hopefully the police would just leave him be for now...
Profit so far: 119.98PD
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