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Post by brokendownmemory on May 25, 2009 13:15:27 GMT -5
Elie had settled himself into chair, as if the chair was his mode of transportation for the adventures awaited in the book he was scanning so fervently. When Elie gets into a story, he excludes the world away from him just to get every detail painted without distractions. Barnes and Noble was like a dream vacation getaway for him.
Reading gives him inspiration for his literature. So he would spend hours out of the week just getting ideas of what the people wanted from a good story. What he had gotten out of his research was that the 2 major things you need in a best-seller is bloody conflict and sadness.
You could call Elie the ultimate bookworm. Elie just sat there, randomly taken sips from his now luke-warm coffee, and flipped the pages of his so called happy-crack.
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Post by elijah on May 26, 2009 11:20:17 GMT -5
Varick Addler Roein, or better known as Varick or King, walked into the Barnes and Nobles. He was fascinated by the amount of books that detailed the serene building. Fiction and Nonfiction alike were spread out in different aisles. The atmosphere of the place was quite soothing and the building's air conditioner brought him relief from the clamoring heat of the outside world! Oh how wondrous fun he would have in this establishment.
As he perused the many sections of place, a wonderful thought came into mind. Why, with his money, he could buy the place for himself! He would come here whenever he pleased and do anything he wanted! Oh how fantastic! How fun! Varick was sure he had at least a large sum of money in his savings to buy off this great place! Varick trotted along towards a sales clerk and grinned his stupid grin at her. The woman, of course, was taken by his presence but resumed her business-like smile and asked for what he needed. Varick asked to see the manager.
Now, when one asks to see the manager, it should be noted that it doesn't seem like a good thing. However, Varick was unaware of such commoner mannerisms as he sent his servants to get him what he wanted. Now that he no longer had any, Varick found it exciting to do everything himself! Oh such a rich (in spirit) lifestyle the commoners had! Of course, the sales clerk looked at him oddly but nonetheless called for the manager.
The manager appeared from a backroom, and at first, he looked to be a cuddly grizzly bear. He was way taller than Varick and had ruffled, brown hair with a fierce beard to match it. Not intimidated by the man's appearance, Varick greeted him charmingly with a nod and a smile.
"Good day to you sir! I have come to purchase this fine establishment!"
The manager raised one eyebrow and noticed Varick's faint European accent. "Do you mean to say, to buy a book from here?"
Varick, who had learned several languages, chuckled lightly. "Oh no sir. I wish to buy this entire building myself!"
"Can't do that."
"Why not?"
"I don't own the place."
"But you're the manager!"
"You can't buy the place."
Varick fumed! What insolence! He wanted to make this place his. If he was not a gentleman, he would have cursed and moaned at the man. However, such actions were beneath the third child of the Roein Conglomerate. He took out a cellphone and dialed his mother's phone number.
"Oh mother! I wish to buy a place called Barnes and Nobles."
He shot a glare at the sales clerk and the manager before spinning around to talk to his mother.
"Wait. What do you mean I can't buy it? Why? Oh. Wait. So you're saying that it's a chain store. Another company owns it? So to own it, I need to buy out the company? Daddy won't buy it will he? Oh yes, that's right. He still needs to do that deal. I see. I should apologize to them for my ignorance. Ta ta mother. I love you." He kissed the phone and then hanged up.
Varick then turned around and faced the two people. He smiled charmingly at them before taking a little bow. "Ha ha. I'm sorry. Excuse me for my lack of knowledge and my behavior." He chuckled merrily before walking away. Since he couldn't buy the place, it was best to once again, investigate the fine establishment.
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Post by brokendownmemory on May 26, 2009 15:15:25 GMT -5
Elie got pulled out of his fantasy world by a babbling idiot that was a about a meter away. Elie scoffed at the man who was wanting to buy a bookstore. What would that gain to own an almost public library? Just grab a book and leave.
Interrupted, Elie downed the rest of his cold beverage and decided to grab some manga or a comic book to read instead. The pictures would better satisfy his hunger for make-believe adventure.
He walked over to the graphic novel section and grabbed some reading material, he didn't care for what the title was, and began cramming his mind full of what was in store.
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Post by elijah on May 26, 2009 16:14:26 GMT -5
Varick, having gotten bored of searching through the non-fiction aisle, decided to read the graphic novels. He had heard of such devices before, but never got in tune with it much. The rich man loved the feel of the corse paper of graphic novels! He also loved the stories it told to him in pictures rather than words. Mind you, Varick isn't illiterate, he is just too busy to read entire novels made out of just words!
He skipped merrily to the graphic novels aisle and took a random book to read. Varick happily skimmed through it, taking in as many information he can from it. However, he found it better to slowly read it instead for the enjoyment. As he read the novel, Varick coudln't help but make weird sound effects of his own reactions towards the book. One moment he would sob, the next moment he would express joy! It was a roller coaster ride of emotion for the young lad!
However, Varick came across a certain part that was unfit to be seen by a gentleman. His cheeks turned red, and his face felt hot. His sweat dripped down from his pores. Then, he slowly turned the page. The moisture of his hands getting stuck to the paper. Then, on the next page, he came across the picture. He yelped in fright and flinched. The graphic novel he was reading flew upwards and then descended down. It landed on the hand of the black-haired bystander that was reading a book as well.
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Post by brokendownmemory on May 26, 2009 16:51:25 GMT -5
Elie sighed as he saw blondie walk over to the section he was at. He better not have tried to buy the whole column of books. Then all her heard after he got back to his reading was laughing and crying. Elie had stepped a few feet away from the dramatic man and just stood against a corner, and flipped a page. After awhile, Elie was curious why he all of a sudden became quiet after the fits of giggling and tears he was shedding for a book. Then he got hit with the book that got flung towards him by the loud-mouth guy who practically flew back a few feet by a novel he was reading.
"Ah." Elie flinched as the book made contact with his hand. The book landing front-side up, the "18+ and over" label flashing in red on the cover made it clear why the expressionist had recoiled. Elie pinched the bridge of his nose, picked up the book, and handed it back to the blonde man showing him the label. "This is for mature audiences only. 'Ch." Elie's thick japanese accent over lapsing his broken English.
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Post by elijah on May 26, 2009 17:04:07 GMT -5
Varick caught the book, only to scramble to get a grip on it. Then, he forcefully pushed it back into the shelf. With his strength, he somehow managed to push the shelf down with it. The books fell with the shelf along with it. The young blond looked at it and chuckled nervously. He turned to his partner in crime and grinned stupidly, "Why...you...HE DID IT!"
He yelled out as he pointed to the Japanese man. Before Varick knew it, he started running towards the kids section. He expected no one to follow to the children's place! Varick laughed like a mad man as he ran, earning him the glares of the other people. The once seemingly peaceful place now turned into a chaotic war zone all thanks to the rich Varick!
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Post by brokendownmemory on May 26, 2009 17:42:31 GMT -5
"Eh... NANI?!" Elie responded as the book shelf fell and the blonde guy ran away from the scene. Everything was just toppled over, the shelf even had broken into two from the sheer weight of the books and gravity taking over.
Elie didn't know what to say. Some of the store clerks and the big bad manager appeared and glared toward the blonde guy as he hid in the kiddie book section. The manager took out a walkie-talkie calling for "reinforcements" and soon enough, some cops came over to bring that idiot into justice.
Elie just stood there watching the spectacle. He kinda felt sorry for the guy, I mean, he must of been a clumsy foreigner. The way that he acted and talked made him fit that description. Elie sighed. He walked over to the moron and said to the two cops that it was an accident (which it was) and that he would escort him out immediately. The cops agreed thinking that this man might of been a little "off".
Elie just patted him on the back, motioning him out of the doors of Barnes and Nobles.
"Ugh... What is your deal?" Elie asked the ditsy blonde.
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Post by elijah on May 26, 2009 18:15:51 GMT -5
"MEIN FREUND"
Varick yelled in German as he pounced on the young Japanese boy as they reached outside. He wrapped one arm around his shoulders and started to skip in circles. He was truly sincere about his joy, you could tell from the sparkle of the rich boy's eyes. They spun around a few seconds more before Varick stopped. He stood right in front of Elie and gave him a huge grin and held both of the Japanese man's wrists.
"I am Varick Addler Roein. My father owns the Roein Conglomerate! I thank you from helping me escape from the law!"
He let go of his wrists and extended his hand towards his new friend. Varick intended to shake hands with the man. His savior. His new compadre! Oi! Varick should invite him to his parents' mansion for dinner as thanks. Or...wait. No, he moved out. Oh yes! Varick should invite him to his new apartment and have popcorn. Yes? YES! He continued to smile, his gaze fixated on Elie's face.
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Post by brokendownmemory on May 26, 2009 18:34:58 GMT -5
"Ara... Elie Howell" Elie responded and shook the eager man's hand with a firm grip. Elie saw the true bliss that Varick graced onto his face. Elie couldn't help but smile at the stupid grin. Hold on. This situation reminded him of a manga he had previously read about a blonde boy being blessed with ignorance and his right hand man being of his polar opposite. Oh well.
"Well... I should be going now..." Elie stammered looking around trying to hunt down a taxi.
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Post by elijah on May 27, 2009 15:28:53 GMT -5
"Gehen sie nicht! Do not go! Wait mein freund!"
Varick called out in his native tongue of German. He rushed towards Elie, his new friend, worried that he would leave before the kind, rich boy could thank him. Fortunately, he was in tip-top shape physically and managed to catch up. Varick crossed his arms to show his seriousness, but it was trampled by the grin he always wore. "Before you leave. Allow me to thank you! Come, come to my apartment and I shall...have a commoner dinner!"
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Post by brokendownmemory on May 27, 2009 15:40:05 GMT -5
Elie had whipped his head around to see Varick running up towards him. 'What could he possibly want now?...'
Elie furrowed his brow and frowned a smirk at his term for a bite to eat. "Couldn't you just say let's have dinner? Dinner is already "common" already" Elie said crossing his arms in a sort of mocking way. Elie realized he must be one of those Richie Riches. He's like Paris Hilton who questioned what a Wal-mart was.
"Uh... I dunno..." Elie said itching his elbow. "Me and you just met. You really don't need to be treating strangers to dinner in your home."
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Post by elijah on May 27, 2009 15:50:16 GMT -5
Varick looked at Elie oddly. They were not strangers. They knew one's name after all! They were friends! Yes! Friends! And dinner is not common. He knew commoners had to eat foods that they cooked for themselves or microwaveable dinners that lack any form of delicacy whatsoever! Why, to him, a dinner is a majestic event of epic proportions. The chef will create the finest of exotic foods of all! Why, that was the definition of dinner!
"Mein freund, you are my friend already. You saved me. So let me treat you."
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Post by brokendownmemory on May 27, 2009 15:57:56 GMT -5
"...fine" Elie said accepting Varick's offer. I mean, this wouldn't be a total bad thing. Hell. This guy must have a 5-star restaurant probably built into his own house! Elie could be gorging himself on some lobster and steak in a matter of minutes! This definitely wouldn't be an offer to pass up. Elie had been working all-nighters and been surviving on cups of noodles and instant coffee.
"Domo." Elie said shaking his hand in gratitude.
Just in time, a taxi pulled up and took the both of them to Varick's humble abode.
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