just something fun ;D may add more later >> <<

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Clock tapped.

And he tapped.

And he tapped.

He tapped his finger against the counter of the convenient store. There was absolutely nobody there. No one in the parking lot. No one pumping gas. No one lingering around inside deciding on buying either Powerade or Gatorade. In front of him were little paperclip statues he had made in his boredom. One was a knight, sword drawn and shield ready. Another was a ghost, flailing its arms in the air. Another was a man with a whip made out of staples. That one was his favorite. They stood so delicately that if you misplaced your foot, one of them would fall over. He decided to go under the counter and grab some tape.

He drew out some little strips of tape and positioned the little statues how he wanted them. Clock squinted his already squinty eyes as he carefully taped over the feet (or rather the tail, when it came to the ghost), finally keeping them solidly on the counter. The young man smiled at his meager accomplishment.

It was not what he wanted to do this weekend. His coach called in sick, so his Cross Country meet was cancelled. Not to mention all of his friends were gone to some concert that he couldn't afford to go to. Dorm kids. Some get all the luck. So he was stuck working today. At least he would make some money.

It was then, he decided, that he would pull out some homework. It was only Spanish, it wasn't too hard. He pulled out a little pencil and started scribbling on his paper, meanwhile singing a silly tune softly.

Hunt, hunt, hunt!
He's the Huntsman,
"Into action!" is his cry!
From the forest to the city
He'll be there within a jiffy
To sock evil in the eye!

Marty Pheeb was a poor hunter,
Hungry without... something...
'Till one day, he saved a chunky elf
From being eaten by a crow.
The elf rewarded Marty Pheeb
With a magic sack of corn.
He gain power
And speed
And shiney teeth
And as the Huntsman was reBOOOOORN!

Hunt, hunt, hunt!
He's the Huntsman,
"Into action!" is his cry!
Summon the Huntsman...
"Into action!" iiiis his CRYYYYYY!

Hunt...

He smiled at the little tune, but he couldn't remember where he heard it. He never realized he had gotten louder as he went along, and that a costumer had come in just in time for him to stop. He brushed his long, dark bangs out of his eyes to help the bewildered costumer.

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A sweet smell was in the air. Tropa blustered into the candy shop with an ice cream cone in one hand and a phone in the other. She licked away delightfully at the frozen treat before noticing her co-worker at the counter, covering for her break.

"Tropa... You're crazy. You're eating ice cream in winter?"

Tropa blinked, then giggled, "Sorry, can't stay away from the stuff, I don't care how cold it is!"

The guy behind the counter sighed and went back to work. Tropa shuffled behind the counter and into the back room, where all the store-bought candies were stocked. She looked around, confused, Why did I come in here? She exited, and hung around the counter, making obnoxious licking noises just to bug the other guy.

"When you're finished with that," the guy started, "Shelly wants you to make some more cattails. We're running low."

"Already? They seem to go fast in winter..."

"It's chocolate, what do you expect?" He smiled, getting back to arranging some things behind him.

Tropa quickly chomped up her ice cream, suffering from a few periods of brain freeze, and went to the kitchen in the back. She started up a burner and added a block of chocolate to a special melting pot. She took out a few molds in the shape of cattails, and set them on a counter. Once the chocolate was melted, she poured it into the molds, and added another block to make one more batch.

Tropa sighed and smiled. She loved her job.

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more later. maybe now, i dunno, i have an hour before our next period XD <3 oh by the way, that Huntsman song is from Freakazoid XD