#empostarter

“i just saw some couple practically fucking on some park bench.” meg spoke to to the person next to her, just needing to share her disgust and annoyance. “like can’t you do that anywhere else? i’ve never understood couples that are so obsessed with pda like that, it’s just gross.”

mabel, since getting to emporia, had been in her own little world. she worked, which was fun, and she went to class, which was not always so fun, and in her free time, she tried to party or mingle to the best of her ability. right now, though, she was just trying to unwind. she had her headphones on, blasting her tunes, and bobbing at first. the bobbing grew to swaying and the swaying evolved into full on dancing, bouncing and singing. “super trouper beams are gonna find are gonna find meeee, shining like the suuuun, smiling having fuuuun, feeling like i’m number on--” she had spun while dancing and found she wasn’t alone, jumping out of her skin as she pushed the headphones off. “oh! hey! hi! i didn’t know someone else was here.”

michael shivered as he stood behind the counter in his uniform, both from the cold radiating off the ice creams freezer and out of shame that he was actually working. he’s worked since he was a child, never a moment unemployed, but never like this. he had never been so embarrassed, already dreading what would come of it if someone took a photo and posted it online, or if people began to see him differently. this was all a new phase in his life, as if he was going backwards in life, from success to menial work. nonetheless he tried to wear his uniform with pride and stand tall, that way no one would see the way he felt. “welcome to olaf’s ice cream parlor, what can i get you?” he asked, a different type of line he had to memorize for work.

getting off work pacifica felt gross, even if all she did was fold some clothes and ring some people up. she had never had to work a day in her life, never had to fold clothes until she got there and had to go through proper training for it. she feels lesser then, inferior doing this, and there was nothing she hated more then feeling that way. walking back after her shift she saw she wasn’t the only one walking down this street, and while she usually didn’t just talk to some strangers on the street she needed someone to complain to. “don’t you just hate working? it drags on for so long and it’s so boring. i kept getting yelled at for being on my phone even though like nobody came in. it’s such bullshit.” she ranted to the stranger, as if they’d care.