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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 2:43:46 GMT -5
Rick shook his head and smiled. "Nothing." He said. "Just your eyes." He added.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 2:50:02 GMT -5
Rick gave her another kiss on the forehead. "You have a great smile, by the way." He added, somewhat awkwardly.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 2:55:59 GMT -5
Rick sat his chair by her and smiled.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 3:06:39 GMT -5
((Okay, night!))
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Post by smorey on Sept 10, 2017 6:23:43 GMT -5
Hope would look at jax "Awwww...!"
Wait a second... whats a dog doing in walmart XDD))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 20:49:44 GMT -5
((Oh, someone brought in a Chihuahua on Saturday. He was too cute to get mad though. X3))
Rick was putting a shelf onto the fort. It was very long and heavy, so he couldn't quite get it installed overhead. It fell to the ground with a loud clang as he moved out of the way. He muttered a few choice words before retreating to the break room to smoke and get some water. He read an "I Own Safety!" Poster. He never knew what the heck that meant. How do you "own" safety? Why do you need a catch phrase for that? Why not just say, 'Hey, be safe and don't do ******ed stuff?' He snorted in laughter and frustration and kept looking at the poster. The picture below the Safety guidelines showed a man in a hard hat and orange vest driving a forklift. He touched the bandage on his face gently, regretting his outburst, but feeling justified nonetheless.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 21:01:59 GMT -5
((D: Why would you that? Jk. What happened? Not feeling like rping today?))
Rick had an idea. Use a forklift to raise the shelf! He didn't have to search long to find one and he started it up...
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 21:50:05 GMT -5
((Well, hope you feel better soon!))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 23:23:24 GMT -5
((It's okay. You feeling any better??))
Rick blasted Sweet Amber by Metallica through a speaker he set on the forklift and burst through the door in the forklift. He smiled somewhat mischievously. He always kinda wanted to drive one of these.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 23:44:02 GMT -5
Rick positioned it to pick up the the large platform. No Leaf Clover by Metallica came on when the song ended and he knocked over a shelf of dog food. "Oh, s**t." He ignored it for now and lifted the platform, bumping the structure, nervously singing along, "Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel..." He bumped the structure. It wobbled a little, but it seemed fairly sturdy. As long as no one rammed a forklift into it, it should be fine. Rick was satisfied. "was just a freight train coming your way..." Another bump into the structure from a wrist twitch. The structure didn't fall apart, but it gave it a good shake...
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 10, 2017 23:55:54 GMT -5
Rick began looking a bit concerned, but carried on anyway. This thing was more difficult to handle than he thought it would be... He got the rack positioned where he wanted carefully, with his tongue out as he concentrated. Once it was where he wanted it, he got out and stood on the fork to lift it into place. He then lowered the forklift. the platform stayed in place. He made bulls horns with both hands and admired his work. "One down, a whole bunch to go!" He said aloud.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 11, 2017 0:29:03 GMT -5
Rick tripped and nearly fell, but caught himself and snapped around to face her. "Excuse you?"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 11, 2017 0:43:03 GMT -5
Rick was red in the face. "Bec... Becca... How do I say this... Last night wasn't... I... We aren't... You're not my girlfriend. Okay?" After that, he turned and walked through the black doors into the back of the store. He took a seat in the break room to smoke again. Girlfriend? He thought, How can she possibly think that?! He inhaled the smoke deeply. She's nice enough, but... Before he knew it, his cigarette was gone and he was alone with his thoughts.
((Haha... Rick isn't a happy camper. He's a more experimental character that's a more negative variation on my typical character. He's malleable at this stage though. XD))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 11, 2017 0:51:22 GMT -5
After a few moments, Rick made his way out to the floor. "Hey, Bec?"
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 11, 2017 0:57:32 GMT -5
((Tf... Why did you just go through and like all my posts...? XD))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 11, 2017 1:05:08 GMT -5
"Sorry about earlier..." He said. "I..." He pressed his lips together and thought for a moment.
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