Bald Ape
June 20th 2003, 11:40 AM
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<narrative> = Narrative (duh)
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(feel free to make up your own tags as needed)
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<narrative>The ticking of the small clock in the corner gives the otherwise silent room a serene atmosphere - allowing Bald Ape to forget, temporarily, about the doubts that have plagued his mind all morning. The sudden, deafening roar of the church bells from next door, then from across the street, and soon coming from every direction, snaps him back to reality... </narrative>
I must be crazy. What kind of idiot opens a grill for freethinkers in the middle of a theocratic aristocracy? Even if it works, surely the powers that be will take a great deal of pleasure in shutting it down.
<narrative>The church bells have awakened both Bald Ape's doubts, and his realization that the time has come... it's 10:30, and time to open for HH's first ever lunch rush. He walks over to the door, turns the lock, and flips a sign around, announcing to the world that, for the first time ever, Heathen's Haven is open for business.
His mood is further dampened by the mixture of hymns, preached sermons, droning incantations, and a indeciferable slew of other religious noise that wash over him as he props the outer door open. Dejectedly, he notices the "Help Wanted" sign is now almost illegible - covered from top to bottom with various bible verses and promises of prayers to come.
As he walks back into the bar, though, he's struck by a thought. A smile forming on his lips, he walks over to the jukebox, pops in a quarter, and makes a selection.
One can't deny the bounce that has returned to his step, as he steps behind the bar, gives the countertop a quick wipe, and looks up to the door, seeing the approaching form of his first customer.
In the background, the jukebox begins to blare the introduction to AC/DC's "Hell's Bells"...
</narrative>
Welcome to Heathen's Haven! What can I get for ya?
<narrative> = Narrative (duh)
No tags = Spoken aloud
(feel free to make up your own tags as needed)
*********************************************
<narrative>The ticking of the small clock in the corner gives the otherwise silent room a serene atmosphere - allowing Bald Ape to forget, temporarily, about the doubts that have plagued his mind all morning. The sudden, deafening roar of the church bells from next door, then from across the street, and soon coming from every direction, snaps him back to reality... </narrative>
I must be crazy. What kind of idiot opens a grill for freethinkers in the middle of a theocratic aristocracy? Even if it works, surely the powers that be will take a great deal of pleasure in shutting it down.
<narrative>The church bells have awakened both Bald Ape's doubts, and his realization that the time has come... it's 10:30, and time to open for HH's first ever lunch rush. He walks over to the door, turns the lock, and flips a sign around, announcing to the world that, for the first time ever, Heathen's Haven is open for business.
His mood is further dampened by the mixture of hymns, preached sermons, droning incantations, and a indeciferable slew of other religious noise that wash over him as he props the outer door open. Dejectedly, he notices the "Help Wanted" sign is now almost illegible - covered from top to bottom with various bible verses and promises of prayers to come.
As he walks back into the bar, though, he's struck by a thought. A smile forming on his lips, he walks over to the jukebox, pops in a quarter, and makes a selection.
One can't deny the bounce that has returned to his step, as he steps behind the bar, gives the countertop a quick wipe, and looks up to the door, seeing the approaching form of his first customer.
In the background, the jukebox begins to blare the introduction to AC/DC's "Hell's Bells"...
</narrative>
Welcome to Heathen's Haven! What can I get for ya?