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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 13, 2012 23:25:48 GMT -5
The woman seemed satisfied at the claims, eager to buy one as the baby looked delirious in her arms. It gargled and babbled incoherently as it waved its arms around, as if it was trying to join in the fun on this insane crowd. "I'll take two!" The woman cried, in a hurry to mob Adam with all of her girth. She wasn't the only one, as soon Adam started to drown in a sea of hungry customers, all too wild and crazy to keep up with. At least the trainer was able to move his hands enough to release four random Pokemon; all of which struggled to fight off the crowd as they went at it in an epic match for the booty pillows.
It appeared to be up to Camila, because no police officers even bothered to come onto the scene to settle down this raging crowd. Perhaps the TGW crew left it that way on purpose; specifically to allow the drama to unfold in the most exciting way possible for its viewers. Camila held the fire extinguisher in her hands as Adam's Pokemon continued to fight, not necessarily caring if they got in the way. If they were trained well, then they'd just ignore the blast like good little Pokemon. "Out of here. Scat." She said firmly, unleashing the spray as she blew the highly concentrated white fluff onto everyone, making them gasp and cough as they started to back off. She had to turn the darn thing on and off to make sure it worked right, but it was doing the trick and scaring a majority into submission.
"Hey, you! Who said you could write 'Succulent Snot Cannon' on there?!" She glared at a nerdy adult man that was holding a permanent marker, completely guilty in all aspects. She chased after him next, growling in annoyance because she wanted them all to pay, dammit. If the po-po wouldn't take them away, then she would herself! She sprayed the hell out of him, spray spray spray. He was running in absolute terror, leaving the mob to watch on in bitter amusement as some spread out to clean up. What hell did they just make?
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Post by Sheepy on Jan 14, 2012 13:39:01 GMT -5
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[/i] Adam began to say, before Camilla decided to chase someone away for writing some weird sentance. Shaking his head, he continued with his speach. "The first 10 people that clear up this mess the quickest and at the front of the que will recieve a 25% discount on the pillows." The crowd just sttared at him as if he was speaking in an alien language before one old lady decided moving rather rapidly for her age. "Well, loks like only one person will be getting a cheap pilllow" That sentance set them all off, with some people shoving and pushing just to clear up the mess. [/center] Notes: xD Talk: Honk honk
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 14, 2012 22:13:21 GMT -5
Crowd was definitely calming down a little now, which made Camila believe that Adam had control of the situation. Then again, it probably wasn't smart letting someone under 18 manage an entire crowd like that on their own. As she finished punishing the pulp out of an annoying graffiti artist, she tossed the fire extinguisher on the ground like the useless empty can of metal it was. Walking towards the crowd, she expected to make sales now that people were starting to get tamed by the beastly salespeople. She had to admit; they were scary, frightening, and badass. Or maybe they were loony, messy, and chaotic with no chance at blending in with society. Both were fine with her though, crossing her arms as she stared at Adam.
What he was doing seemed to draw their attention as they looked up with him with the eyes of sheep, following the herd and jumping on the band wagon as they all bombarded each other to clean up the mess. They really must've been impressed with their booty pillows if they were fighting like this; rolling her eyes as she watched them fight each other. Again. "Ok, children. Are you serious?" She grunted, having no idea how to settle with Adam's bargain. How could they tell who was the fastest? Ah, she'd just pick the ones that looked poor. Then the rich ones could come around and buy more with their healthy green dollar bills when the discount was over.
"Math...right." She frowned as she took out her calculator and tried to figure out the 25% difference. Was Adam even thinking about this, or did he just pick a random percentage? Ugh, the lack of funds, even though they were getting stuff done. Some stuff done. Gross.
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Post by Sheepy on Jan 15, 2012 9:07:07 GMT -5
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[/i] He said, before the crowd began surging forward slowly as one customer each came forward with the lovely green notes in their hands. If Camilla wanted to get any fame now, then now was the chance to shove Adam out of the window and take over. [/center] Notes: xD Talk: Honk honk
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 15, 2012 13:53:00 GMT -5
The place looked clean, oddly clean. Camila wasn't even sure how these pedestrians managed to clean it all up in such a fashion. It was as if they were using more than their bare hands to complete the job, with concerned her a little. She sighed as she finished the calculations, a bit irritated about it all as she had to interrupt what Adam was doing. They were all giving him the wrong amounts--no no no! "Hang on." She huffed, moving in front of him to handle the proper cash balances as she collected the money from the eager customers.
Adam was in charge of handing out pillows; motioning for him to get to work as she continued giving the discount to the first 10 people in line. Who knows if they even cleaned at all; she could hardly tell, though some people were bickering in the back. "People, calm down. They worked just as hard as you did." She called out to them, glaring at them as they shut up and grumbled quietly to themselves. With that out of the way, things looked just about done.
The deadline was ending; she was pretty much done with this event, and was ready to call it quits. "Yep, I'm done. Adios, child." She sighed when it appeared that no one else was going to offer to buy anything, even if Adam's charm struggled to get their attention, the deadline was approaching much too quickly. She was done, and she really wanted a nap. The saleswoman could only nod at him, giving him a casual wave of her hand as she wandered off. The results would probably be posted soon, so she was interested in seeing which team managed to win this one. Vaginas, go!
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