~ Organization XIII In WalMart ~

OOC: Clipboard... So that's the word I was thinking of but couldn't think right... Thanks!

Leon Dials 325536-26435 (Textify the numbers on a phone, and you get "Fallen Angel".)

Not able to get a hold of the manager, Leon hangs up and dials "6" on speed dial (6="M")

talking into the phone, Leon hears a high-pitched voice over the other end.

"Yes, Your Majesty? * Yeah we're short on stock..* Ok, I'll get Cid on it...* Thank you...*Hangs up.*

(* either equaled an action or a pause to let Mickey talk.)

Leon puts his phone in his pocket and gestures over to Cid, standing by his lifter nearby.

(Wait, Who's gonna be Cid. I'll volunteer for the moment and let somebody else take over when they want if that's ok.)

 

Roxas lifted his head. "Huh? You say something Saix?" Roxas asked. His face was all beat. He had a late night.

 

OOC: I'll be a Cid stand in, until someone else picks him up.. By the way, you could make decisions like that on your own. No need to call Sephie of Mickey... unless they tell you otherwise. You are after all the Merchandise Manager.

*A little embarred to be caught standing around*

Hey Leon, I was just checking over the lift, making sure she's running fine. Smiles confidently, looks like its running great.

*Pulls the straw out of his mouth to look a little more profesional.*

*Saix spoke calmly*Hey new guy. *Squinting to read his nametag* Uh... Roxas. How are you adjusting. And why are your eyes so bloodshot.

 

Leon merely shakes his head, can't really reprimend a friend, can he?

"Go get Tifa at customer services and see if she has any returned, unwrapped soap boxes." Leon matter-of-factly says to Cid, pointing to the door. He can't leave the inventory room unchecked after all and there's still more inventory to be checked.

OCC: Don't really need a Tifa Rp here if nobody's picked her yet. I suggest Cid just either come back empty-handed or with the soap. Doesn't matter, you pick of how you do!

 

Roxas ended up dozing off snoring a bit since no one was showing up for the meeting. "zzzzzz...." Roxas began muttering softly.

 

Alright chief! *Puts on his work vest then pulls out his walkie-talkie. Making sure to show Leon hes only a buzz away*

If I'm not back in 5 call the police! *It was a joke. He knew Leon usually took everything too serious.* Its only SOAP!

Roxas. I would have expected more from you. How did you get past the interview. *His montounous voice was very belittling*

Coming back. Sorry Squall. Checked around, asked her, no dice. What should we do?

 

"Saix, one suggestion to get rid of them? Why don't we just...umm..." Xaldin starts.

Seifer secretly spies on Leon. Then he sneaks up on him with a mop.

 

OOC: LOL!!

*Turns to Xaldin*
I know what I'm doing.
*Snaps his fingers in Roxas face*
Wake up. Its mourning already.

 

Roxas jolted awake. "Sorry I was up all night with my grandfather. He's mortally sick." Roxas fibbed. "I was so worried that's why I'm so tired. I'm a very hard worker. By the way, great shirt your wearing!" Roxas said sucking up a bit. He knew if he could get away with this he would be safe today.

 

If i can, could i please be Zexion, if not, choose someone for me.....(i REALLY WANT TO PLAY ZEXY!!)

 

The mention of "Police" made Leon put on a serious face, as Cid left.

After Cid hadn't come back, Leon again reached for the cell-phone in his pocket. Getting ready to Dial:
1=Police (speed dial)

Cid walks in without leon noticing.

Leon, not knowing Cid was right behind him, grabs the GunBlade, almost Shooting Cid right in the throat with a fireball.

Leon slowly retracts the Gunblad and looks grimaced at a statue stunned Cid.

Leon turns the Gunblade hilt over in his hands, pointing it down and away from trouble, but not holtered just yet. "Thanks...you can go goof off-" Leon shakes his head "Get back to cleaning the lifter now..." leon mutters.

 

OOC: Trulove... Your bringing Zexy back. (To the beat of that justin timberlake song)

*Saix seen all the tricks before. This wasnt a new one*
How sad... did you go visit your sick father in the hospital?

 

"It was my grandfather. He is at home resting." Roxas stood up and brushed himself off. "So what is my first duty?" Roxas asked putting his apron on.

 

Leon, disappointed there was no soap, was silent. Yet in this silence he heard fottsteps behind him. Instinct gave him a good guess.

Leon makes a grab for surplus toothbrushes on a shelf nearby and back-hurls them in the direction of Seifer.

Then Leon sent a weak powered fireball at the direction of Seifer's mop. The fireball may be weak, but it's large enough to break the handle, or give Seifer a twinge of pain.


OOC: sorry, graxe, but your at a dead end here: Either deflect the firebal with the mop and get it broken or save the mop to deflect the toothbrushes and get a twinge of pain. Nothing much of pain, not even a real burn. But it will hurt for a second like when you put hot wax on your face or something similiar.

 

"Your grandfather... right."
*The kid didnt fall for it, so Saix pulled out a trash bag*
"There is a lot of trash that blew into the lot overnight. We cant have our customers seeing Walmart in a bad light. It makes us look bad. Make sure all the trash is picked up before the doors open."

OOC: Bama: Just edit it. Something like Leon takes it seriously. But doesnt shoot the statue, Cid returns empty handed. I'll play off whatever you right.

*Goes into Judge mode* Careful... if Graxe doesnt want that to happen to Seifer, ... it didnt happen. At least not after the backhand towards Siefer.

 

Larxene spun around in her customer service chair, her WalMart uniform on, and with a good enough sized black skirt, all the while filing her nails, bored. It was the morning, and not many people called, since WalMart was opened until night, and some deliver it after work. She also had to take care of internet orders, so she had to work on that later on when she felt like it.

"Larxene, I am hoping that you're waiting for a phone call, or you'll get fired. I hope you know there are cameras, and I know when one is not working, " a low voice interrupted blankly.

She jumped, a bit startled at the out of nowhere voice of her boss...the big boss, whom they call the Superior, because he was just that uptight, and it was someone who didn't mind leaving you without a job. The blonde looked over at Xemnas, who was giving her a stern and dark look, and sighing, she rolled her chair over the computer, getting to the internet orders, knowing she had to be polite in this situation. "We don't have much phone calls in the mornings, Sir, so I'll take care of our...internet shop."

Larxene then mumbled low to herself about what a a** he is as her blue eyes checked the screen.

"What was that?" Xemnas squestioned, narrowing his eyes on his worker. He was used to it, of course, but he wanted to see if she dared say it to his face.

She turned to him with a smile, though really, she didn't expect him to hear anything, "I was just asking, if you were running late, Sir?"

Xemnas raised a eyebrow, a slight smirk appearing in his lips at the predictable move. They were all the same. "Yes, unfortunately, my clock didn't work today, so I had to get here in a hurry. Have you seen Saïx? I need to see if everything is going well without me here?"

She shrugged, a slick smirk on her face as she ratted out, "Oh, I don't know...last time I saw him, he was waking up Roxas...."

"Waking up Roxas? Again? Very well....that's what we get for hiring teenagers..." Xemnas trailed, letting out sigh, and giving a nod to Larxene, went to see where was his assistant manager.

 

Upon seeing the Superior walk towards him, Saix snapped to full attention.

"Ah, Xemnas. What a nice suprise. How was your morning? I was just going over some special chores I've just assigned to Roxas. He was telling me about his dreadfully ill father, and how he was up all night worring about him."

He misquoted Roxas on purpose, to spite Roxas.

"Also, I was just about to start our meeting." Looking at the clock. "I dont know if we will have enough time, I'm not sure everyone is at full attention. Perhaps your arrival will change that."

 

OOC: Think I should take Axel for the while?

Larxene rolled her eyes, but indeed, got back to her work due to the cameras, it wasn't exactly hard, so she had no problem clicking a few mouse buttons as she wrote down the address and payment orders from the customers. One wanted a PS3, another wanted some game, blah, and blah, same thing. Hearing the phone ring next to her, she groaned, and picked up, saying in a monotone voice, "Thank you for calling WalMart, where you save money and live better, customer service speaking. How may I help you?"

The other line was silent, however, and she raised a eyebrow. "Hello?" It was then a bunch of fart sounds, and other noises were going through, hearing a deep young male voice speaking in the background and laughing. Larxene sighed irritatingly. Here they go. "Yeah, real funny, immature sh*t, call when you get through puberty." She slammed the phone back to its place, bad mood already.

Damn prank calls....

"Is that so, Roxas? I'm guessing that's why Larxene has told me Saïx was waking you up? How dreadful, I send my prayers. Since this is dire time in your life when you need to take care of most family, I decided to let you work a bit overnight, a few more hours, it will still be part time, and you'll get paid one more dollar," Xemnas replied, playing along as he looked at his young worker. The joke was over though when he gave the blond a tight and serious expression. "You better hope that your ill father will be healthy tomorrow, or you might get a long, long break where you have to take care of him, and we might have to give your job to someone else. Do I make myself clear?"

Not bothering to wait for a answer, he turned to Saïx casually, "We'll give them ten more minutes, and whoever is not ready by then, is a strike."

 

OOC: Yeah, until someone else wants him.

Siax was impressed by Xemnas prowess with words.
"Excellent. Your skill reminded me. It seems as of late that our 'associates' (that is the official Walmart word for employee, not refferencing Kmart.) have been seemingly less active in approaching us with matters of concern to them."

"I was thinking of reminding them of our Open Door Policy when communicating with managment. We always look forward to hearing idea's or concerns from them, am I correct?"

"Also, I am a little concerned about our competition. There latest commercial campange has been pushing customer service. Do you have an idea for a counter campange?"

"I would like to express concern of some employees giving less than satisfactory service."

 

Wow guys, there was a thread just like this last year, except they weren't working there, they were destroying the place x3.

Can I be Sora?