Post by journeycat on Mar 30, 2010 20:50:22 GMT 10
Title: Salesman (II)
Rating: G
Length: 237 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Kel is plagued by a salesman.
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Ding dong.
“Delivery!”
Keladry sighed, tossing the sports magazine she was reading beside her on the ratty couch. It was the only furnishing in her entire apartment, leftover from days rooming with her best friend, Neal (who selfishly kept all the other furniture, that jerk). She had slept and eaten Yamani take-out on it for the past three days, waiting for her bed—a real bed!—to show up.
She opened the door, and blinked to find herself staring at Owen Jesslaw.
“Hi,” she said, awkwardly.
“Hello, there,” Owen said cheerily. “My cousins and I just came to deliver your furniture.”
Behind him, two teenagers peered tentatively over his shoulder and waved. All three of them carried boxes of various shapes and sizes, hopefully containing her bed.
As though he read her mind, he said, “This stuff is all your bed, and we’re here to put it together for you, too.”
“That’s very helpful, thank you,” Kel said, opening the door wider. She pointed toward a door at the other end of the room. “That’s my bedroom over there. If you could set up the bed against the far wall, kind of center, I’d appreciate it.”
“Consider it done, my lady,” Owen said sternly, saluting and whacking himself in the face with the box.
He blushed at her quirked eyebrows, and hastily strode toward her bedroom. He’s charming, Kel thought, amused. I kind of like him.
Rating: G
Length: 237 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Kel is plagued by a salesman.
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Ding dong.
“Delivery!”
Keladry sighed, tossing the sports magazine she was reading beside her on the ratty couch. It was the only furnishing in her entire apartment, leftover from days rooming with her best friend, Neal (who selfishly kept all the other furniture, that jerk). She had slept and eaten Yamani take-out on it for the past three days, waiting for her bed—a real bed!—to show up.
She opened the door, and blinked to find herself staring at Owen Jesslaw.
“Hi,” she said, awkwardly.
“Hello, there,” Owen said cheerily. “My cousins and I just came to deliver your furniture.”
Behind him, two teenagers peered tentatively over his shoulder and waved. All three of them carried boxes of various shapes and sizes, hopefully containing her bed.
As though he read her mind, he said, “This stuff is all your bed, and we’re here to put it together for you, too.”
“That’s very helpful, thank you,” Kel said, opening the door wider. She pointed toward a door at the other end of the room. “That’s my bedroom over there. If you could set up the bed against the far wall, kind of center, I’d appreciate it.”
“Consider it done, my lady,” Owen said sternly, saluting and whacking himself in the face with the box.
He blushed at her quirked eyebrows, and hastily strode toward her bedroom. He’s charming, Kel thought, amused. I kind of like him.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!