Post by Rick Fader on Aug 17, 2012 13:07:38 GMT -5
It had been about two days since Rick's little scrap with that Bran fellow he had met in the park. And despite the bruises and cuts sustained during their battle, it helped him ultimately get set on the right track to get his shit together. Rick knew that combat wouldn't quite be the same from here on fourth, that he'd have to drop some of his older tactics in favor of newer ones to circumvent his partially paralyzed shoulder. But then, that was fine, as it provided Rick with a challenge.
So for some reason, Rick found himself at Deathbucks again, the second time this month. After their little scrap, the two weapons were met with a familiar face, one belonging to Taffy, one of the people involved with the school paper. The girl intended to interview the Demon Chair about his current condition, but the circumstances ultimately prevented them from having their little chat. So instead, the two of them arranged to have an interview in Deathbucks a couple of days later.
The weapon was dressed in his usual manner. A black t-shirt depicting one of his favorite band's album covers was worn ovr his upper body. No hooded sweater over top of it, but the weapon was sporting his favorite pair of slightly ragged fingerless gloves. Other than that, the usual pair of blue jeans, along with his hiking boots completed the look, his baseball cap sitting on his lap.
While he waited for Taffy at the small table he occupied, a waitress came by the weapon. "Hello, and welcome to Deathbucks! What can I get you today?", asked the young waitress in the cheerful manner they were told to use. "Could I get a large black coffee? No creamer or anything like that.", he asked her, taking his chances with this waitress. "Of course, be right back!", she told him after quick jotting down his order and heading over to get it. The weapon grinned as she simply walked to get the order, no look of confusion as she was writing it down too. He managed to get a waitress that knew what the fuck black coffee was, and that alone put him in higher spirits for the interview at hand.
So for some reason, Rick found himself at Deathbucks again, the second time this month. After their little scrap, the two weapons were met with a familiar face, one belonging to Taffy, one of the people involved with the school paper. The girl intended to interview the Demon Chair about his current condition, but the circumstances ultimately prevented them from having their little chat. So instead, the two of them arranged to have an interview in Deathbucks a couple of days later.
The weapon was dressed in his usual manner. A black t-shirt depicting one of his favorite band's album covers was worn ovr his upper body. No hooded sweater over top of it, but the weapon was sporting his favorite pair of slightly ragged fingerless gloves. Other than that, the usual pair of blue jeans, along with his hiking boots completed the look, his baseball cap sitting on his lap.
While he waited for Taffy at the small table he occupied, a waitress came by the weapon. "Hello, and welcome to Deathbucks! What can I get you today?", asked the young waitress in the cheerful manner they were told to use. "Could I get a large black coffee? No creamer or anything like that.", he asked her, taking his chances with this waitress. "Of course, be right back!", she told him after quick jotting down his order and heading over to get it. The weapon grinned as she simply walked to get the order, no look of confusion as she was writing it down too. He managed to get a waitress that knew what the fuck black coffee was, and that alone put him in higher spirits for the interview at hand.