Post by kaden on Jan 4, 2012 19:53:43 GMT -5
we just got the feeling that we're meeting
for the first time
Darien was exhausted, as usual. As soon as class let out he had to go to his first job at the café, and now he was here at the mall for his second. He was just glad that he was off from his third at movies, or else he wouldn’t have gotten home until late into the night. Either way, he didn’t think the time spent at his current job could move slowly enough; he was bored out of his mind. He had costumers to deal with, but unless he decided to breath down their necks, his time spent with them was short. Besides costumers and purchases, the only real interesting thing that happened was when the occasional, sticky figured person decided to fill their pockets with stolen goods. But that didn’t happen often, on account that the most valuable and expensive jewelry was protected by glass cases. He half hoped that someone would suddenly develop the case of sticky fingers, for he was questioning his sanity.
Darien was dressed in a nazy dress shirt pushed up to the elbows, black shoes, and black dress pants. He wore a silver chain that rested on his collar bone, and compared to the other workers he was dressed for a cook out. The other employees wore heels, suits, and ties, since the job at the jewelers required a business casual look. Darien didn’t bother with style often, and had a very rockish look about him (though he didn’t try to achieve such a look). The silver chain he wore was the only thing he bothered with, since it had been his fathers, and often got asked if he wore eyeliner, since his eyelashes were so thick. His mother cursed him for his kind brown eyes, and absolutely hated the fact his eyelashes were so dark and full. Darien tried to act like he didn’t care of his, now deceased, mothers opinion, but in reality, she controlled his life.
Darien worked hard for his mothers approval; now he worked to somehow build up his own self-worth. And despite the look he gave on the outside; he was truly a good guy on the inside. He was didn’t do drugs or drink, smoked rarely, and was compassionate and good natured. But at the moment, he was just bored. He was truly grateful for the job, but as he peered around and observed the walking groups of teenagers, excited children, and overall cheery crowd, he considered quitting the job he managed. Yeah right, when pigs flew. Darien worked hard not for the money, but the self-worth that had been broken down by the one person that should have encouraged him the most.
Darien may have bit of a tragic story, but he was able to continue on with life with caring and a smile, despite his insecurities. Especially right now, as a costumer walked into the jewelers “Can I help you?” he asked, a smile on his face. Not one of those cheesy, business smiles either, his (although professional) had a hint of exhaustion, and was somehow good natured. Though working at the jewelers could make anyone grumpy.
for the first time
Darien was exhausted, as usual. As soon as class let out he had to go to his first job at the café, and now he was here at the mall for his second. He was just glad that he was off from his third at movies, or else he wouldn’t have gotten home until late into the night. Either way, he didn’t think the time spent at his current job could move slowly enough; he was bored out of his mind. He had costumers to deal with, but unless he decided to breath down their necks, his time spent with them was short. Besides costumers and purchases, the only real interesting thing that happened was when the occasional, sticky figured person decided to fill their pockets with stolen goods. But that didn’t happen often, on account that the most valuable and expensive jewelry was protected by glass cases. He half hoped that someone would suddenly develop the case of sticky fingers, for he was questioning his sanity.
Darien was dressed in a nazy dress shirt pushed up to the elbows, black shoes, and black dress pants. He wore a silver chain that rested on his collar bone, and compared to the other workers he was dressed for a cook out. The other employees wore heels, suits, and ties, since the job at the jewelers required a business casual look. Darien didn’t bother with style often, and had a very rockish look about him (though he didn’t try to achieve such a look). The silver chain he wore was the only thing he bothered with, since it had been his fathers, and often got asked if he wore eyeliner, since his eyelashes were so thick. His mother cursed him for his kind brown eyes, and absolutely hated the fact his eyelashes were so dark and full. Darien tried to act like he didn’t care of his, now deceased, mothers opinion, but in reality, she controlled his life.
Darien worked hard for his mothers approval; now he worked to somehow build up his own self-worth. And despite the look he gave on the outside; he was truly a good guy on the inside. He was didn’t do drugs or drink, smoked rarely, and was compassionate and good natured. But at the moment, he was just bored. He was truly grateful for the job, but as he peered around and observed the walking groups of teenagers, excited children, and overall cheery crowd, he considered quitting the job he managed. Yeah right, when pigs flew. Darien worked hard not for the money, but the self-worth that had been broken down by the one person that should have encouraged him the most.
Darien may have bit of a tragic story, but he was able to continue on with life with caring and a smile, despite his insecurities. Especially right now, as a costumer walked into the jewelers “Can I help you?” he asked, a smile on his face. Not one of those cheesy, business smiles either, his (although professional) had a hint of exhaustion, and was somehow good natured. Though working at the jewelers could make anyone grumpy.
