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on Sat Jan 12, 2019 4:41 am

Faye shifted weight from one feet to another, standing stiff behind a low wooden counter. Below, Hana held a pair of tongs in her wooden hand, looking every bit lifeless as she is except for a little shake of her head every now and then. To the side stood the owner of a fried chicken stall –the place Faye was currently working in- glancing intermittently at the little puppet on the water mage’s right hand. He raised a brow as if he had a lot to say, but took one look at Faye’s cold indifferent face and swallowed his words. It was probably the first time he saw an employee with a puppet on her hand.

On the other hand, Faye was in it for the experience. Fried chicken was popular these days and the amount of people that came to get some was not little. Basically, it was the perfect place for some people observing. The little stall was situated right in the center of the marketplace, making it the ideal viewpoint to watch other establishments and people that went there. Right next to where she worked was a clothing store and an old wares shop selling miscellaneous goods.

“Uhh, young lady,” the owner finally spoke drawing Faye’s attention to him. “Perhaps, you could, uhh, not stare at people so much?” He looked anywhere but at her as he spoke, looking very flustered. She understood why. Faye was a very friendly person once you get to know her, but her facial muscles have a mind of its own and liked staying frozen. Not to mention the way she stares at people can be unnerving. But that’s also where Hana came in.

Without giving the owner any particular answer, Faye dropped to her knees behind the wooden counter, sticking Hana out in the open for people to see instead. “FRIIIEEEDD CHICKEN!” She called out in her dollish voice. “Fried Chicken everyone!” Her wooden hands flailed around, attracting people to the stall. The doll on that particular day was especially dressed to fit the role with an apron and a tiny scarf tied around her head, hiding some of those platinum blonde curls.

#2Aleksandr Sokolov 

on Sat Jan 12, 2019 11:08 am

Today had been one of the 'regular' days. Nothing interesting ever happens. It's just a continuous cycle of work, food, and sleep. With the hope that something interesting will happen or any interaction at all, Aleksandr had set out after work. Maybe he'll find someone to talk too. The other more likely alternative was him getting something to eat then go home and jerk off and go to sleep. As the evening neared its end, the latter seemed more and more likely with every passing second. By now, his stomach was screaming at him to end it's torture and put something in it.

That was when he heard a toyish voice screaming about fried chicken. 'Might as well get some.' It's as good as anything, why not?

He had been retired to a bench for most of the evening, looking for interesting people to talk to, like the idiot that he was. It was only now that he came to regret and understand that he had been a fool all evening just sitting around. Thus, It was no wonder anything of note ever happened. Well, as they say, learn from your mistakes. Never again. With that thought in his brain, he would search for the source of that voice and found it to be a doll in a chicken-stall. Wack. He would then proceed to walk to the stall and noticed the person working on it was a pink haired girl. Well, not the first time he was gonna get served by a girl. "One fried chicken, obviously," he said to her and followed it up with a question. "But, do you serve anything else?" He hadn't seen many pink-haired people in his life, but it was always a pleasure to see one.


on Sat Jan 12, 2019 9:27 pm

Faye was still kneeling behind the counter when he arrived. A long shadow fell over her; she looked up with Hana still sitting on top of the counter. Sticking half her face above the counter, Faye gave him a onceover. He looked decent enough but at the same time seemed to be the impatient sort who gave importance to his whims and impulse than reason. Of course, she could be wrong. That’s one thing Faye learned from experience –almost nine or ten years’ worth-. You couldn’t instantly judge a person with what you see. Not all men are ever completely honest with themselves. Some had certain tells that revealed a person’s true character, but some hid it too well. Those that lived in carpe diem, for the sake of it, tended to be more honest as they rarely cared for others’ opinion.

“Fried chicken,” the owner coughed seeing Faye drifting off with her thoughts.

Hearing him, Hana instantly sprang into action with her usual peppiness. “Hello there!” She waved at him with a wooden hand. “Just one fried chicken?” She tilted her forever smiling face to one side. “We are famous for our spicy chicken fries! Having just one sounds too sad!” Hana chirped.

Meanwhile, Faye had already stood up and tucked her hair back. When he asked whether they served anything else, Faye resisted the urge to sass him with Hana up his face. Did they not say it was a fried chicken shop? Besides chicken, all they could serve was drinks but that was, from what the owner told her, an occasional thing. The Orchidian market was a huge place with all sorts of shops crowding around in one place. He had to take three steps at max to arrive at the fresh juice shop right across from their stall. As a result, the fried chicken owner rarely sold drinks or anything else with the chicken. It was also, as Faye guessed it, probably a cooperation strategy between all the stall owners. Having worked alongside for so many years, it didn’t seem impossible that they were all close in some ways, unless they were rivals.

“We only serve chicken, Mr!” Hana kept her usual energy while Faye’s countenance stayed as stoic as ever. As they talked, Faye grabbed a piece of chicken, dunk it into the egg wash, rolled it around bread crumbs, seasoned it and placed it inside the already hot fryer. While they waited on it, the young puppeteer seemed to be contemplating something until she held Hana up and asked. “Where are you from?”

#4Aleksandr Sokolov 

on Tue Jan 15, 2019 5:19 am

While he waited for the girl to give him an answer, he noticed the girl who was serving at the counter looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. Wow, A girl just looked at him. Achievement accomplished. Was she judging him? Maybe. Did he care? A little bit, but he tried not to be affected by it. Others' opinion of him didn't really matter to him now. Weirdly, it was the doll still doing all the talking, rather than her presumed owner. Was she mute? Maybe. Maybe she just didn't want to talk. Apparently, him ordering just one fried chicken was sad. However, it was pretty obvious the doll just wanted to take more of his money. A strategy as old as time. Well, he did have money to spare so he thought might as well try their 'famous chicken fries'. "Well, then give me some of your fries too." Why not?

The doll then answered his question and said that they only served chicken. "Makes sense, I was just asking if you serve anything apart from just 'fried' chicken or like, soda." Meanwhile, the girl started readying the chicken. He was getting hungrier by the second, so that was a relief. Then the doll asked him where he was from and while he did not understand why she would want to know his origin, he saw no harm in answering her. "Well, I'm from Bosco." and then followed it up with "What about you?"

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