Despite the ups, downs, and severe lack of bullets in horribly filthy toilets, everyone managed to survive the first day in their new home. The night was short, however, and it wasn't long before the alarms they would have set had anyone the budget to afford one went off and it was time for the first day of their new jobs.
Friday was the fi
rst to wake up for her dutiful employment. She had only left herself an hour to prepare before the carpool was coming, however, and that left her precious little time to get in everything she needed to face the day. Being female, she of course declined the chance to eat and instead spent the full hour, plus another thirty minutes with her ride waiting, in the bathroom trying to pretty herself up. Changing into her new military gear, she dashed out the door before she missed the chance to get to work. Not that she would have minded jogging.
Most of the others else got up around the same time just after Friday left. There wa
s a long line at the bathroom waiting for their turn to shower while D.N. took a long, leisurely shower in his preparation for doing absolutely nothing that day. Zara seemed frustrated at not getting the chance to clean himself up for a good first appearance, but O. Hakubi was more than happy to have a very well thought out and meaningful discussion about the greater good he could do for the world in his new position with himself. Doom, working later than the other housemates, did his part in cleaning up the place from dinner the night before. At least, he did what little he could since the only sink to wash dishes was in the bathroom, which still had the long line.
Zara got ove
r the inability to shower and, once again being the only one to think ahead, had some leftovers from the night before to hold him over until lunch break at the lab. O. Hakubi finally came down ready to leave, assuming that since wearing his exercise clothes and cursing at invisible figures had done the good job of getting him employed, he might as well try it out again today. Three cars pulled up together in front of the house, the last in line being Brentai's new no-holds-barred fuck-the-world rookie partner who didn't really seem to care what condition the government car was in when they showed up at the precinct, nor did he really seem to care what condition any of the other cars were in. The three waved hello and goodbye to each other, and one to himself, and headed off for work.
Fred fell out of bed a little later than the rest, immediately shouting up at God f
or allowing him to drink as much as he had the night before. Then seek pity for the new, horrible headache he received as punishment for the blasphemy. While Fred did his best to make the bed back up and get himself down the stairs, Guild jumped out of bed and ran down to the car that was arriving to pick himself and Doom up, not caring that he hadn't bothered to change from the clothes he had worn yesterday and to sleep, nor had he showered. Doom was over-all having a pretty good day so far. Having such a late start time at work g
ave him enough time to do some cleaning, get a shower in, and still make it with time to spare. He really couldn't figure out why he felt so wrong, though. His finger kept missing the mark, but something about this day just felt wrong to him, it didn't feel like this would end well. Guild, however, was quite happy with not a worry in the world he was ready to start taking over at work, with nothing on his mind but how awesome it would be if the house burst in to flames and how he could strive to make that happen.
Fred took a nice long shower which really helped perk him back up. Not just to the point of not wanting to die, it also inspired him to clean the shower out, then clean the horrid toilet that none of the o
thers had touched, and finally to finish cleaning all the dishes Doom had to, and all the others chose to leave behind. Looking at the clock that would be there if only anyone had any money to buy one, he instantly regretted the way he had spent his day, since it was now time for his dish washing job to start. Meanwhile in town, a major heist was going down, but the police were on to it. The 1904 Chevy Malibu sped down the block in one fluid motion towards the bank. Brentai's new partner noted that the culprits of this heist were obvious. This was the work of vampires. Brentai just nodded along, too busy thinking about the bed he had left unmade at home to care about what his new partner was saying. Meanwhile, Guild burst back into the office of his new boss, force of the door flinging open knocking out the maintenance worker who was replacing the lock from the day before. Guild screamed something about the big job for the day, and God Damned Vampires. The boss knew with was the 
work of Simo Belmo and called his men immediately. Brentai left the car slowly and strolled down around the back of the bookstore, nodding to a woman and her baby while Simo Belmo, in one fluid motion, jumped from the 1904 Chevy Malibu and went to burst down the front door. In one fluid motion, the crooks inside got the call from their boss and unloaded on said front door. Simo Belmo and his 1904 Chevy Malibu were shot to hell in one fluid motion. Brentai opened the back door to find the place empty. Shrugging, he took off back to the offices. Thanks to his hard work of having a random outburst that saved the day, Guild was promoted, given a bonus bigger than any of the other house mate's pay check, and let go early. He used this time wisely, screaming into the air for three hours.
A good while in to Guild's senseless calls out into the sky, Friday and Zara both got out of work, while Doom attempted to escape his captivity. Despite their best efforts, neither Friday nor Zara had any success
meeting any new friends at either place of business and / or war. Friday had a horribly stressful day of hard work, trooper that she is, though, she quickly turned that mood around by jogging around the base for two hours. Zara was stopped on his way out the door. They had an important job for him and they needed it done by the next day. No one else was able to do this and they came to him, it was time to prove himself. He too the three vials they handed him and waiting for instructions. His mood quickly dropped when informed that they were being used to test new horrible
, incurable viruses and they didn't want to risk pouring the contents into any drains on-site, so if he could do it at home, that would just be amazing, oh, and he really shouldn't lick, touch, or generally be near any of them. Doom's chances of escape were foiled as a group came in as he tried to leave, pointing him towards a Chevy Malibu full of bullet holes with instructions to dispose of it, and not look in the trunk. Crying to himself and trying to go to his happy place of Iron Chef America, he did as they asked.
Brentai walked h
ome, appreciating his job more than ever. Despite the fact that there wasn't anyone at the bookstore the department thought was being robbed, and his partner missing, everyone was telling him how sorry they were, how he should take the day off and maybe he'll start to feel a little better. They were right, there was unfinished business that needed to be attended to. He pushed in the door to the house and blew past Zara yelling at Friday to get out of the bathroom so he could shower. Brentai went straight upstairs and walked to his bed, he had to get even, and he was ready to. Grabbing one c
orner of his sheets he pulled them back. In the one fluid motion his partner had shown him so many times, Brentai's bed was made and all was right with his world once again. The group settled in, finishing cleaning, showering, having more conversations, or just playing a game of tag with their best bud. They all had interesting days, exciting days, or at the very least, stressful days.
Life would keep being hard for now. The walls needed painting, the floor was exposed planks, and there was still tension in the air. Still, there was nothing they could do but their very best, spending their days working jobs, and their nights cleaning up. This group would make it as long as everyone put their all into it.
rst to wake up for her dutiful employment. She had only left herself an hour to prepare before the carpool was coming, however, and that left her precious little time to get in everything she needed to face the day. Being female, she of course declined the chance to eat and instead spent the full hour, plus another thirty minutes with her ride waiting, in the bathroom trying to pretty herself up. Changing into her new military gear, she dashed out the door before she missed the chance to get to work. Not that she would have minded jogging.Most of the others else got up around the same time just after Friday left. There wa
s a long line at the bathroom waiting for their turn to shower while D.N. took a long, leisurely shower in his preparation for doing absolutely nothing that day. Zara seemed frustrated at not getting the chance to clean himself up for a good first appearance, but O. Hakubi was more than happy to have a very well thought out and meaningful discussion about the greater good he could do for the world in his new position with himself. Doom, working later than the other housemates, did his part in cleaning up the place from dinner the night before. At least, he did what little he could since the only sink to wash dishes was in the bathroom, which still had the long line.Zara got ove
r the inability to shower and, once again being the only one to think ahead, had some leftovers from the night before to hold him over until lunch break at the lab. O. Hakubi finally came down ready to leave, assuming that since wearing his exercise clothes and cursing at invisible figures had done the good job of getting him employed, he might as well try it out again today. Three cars pulled up together in front of the house, the last in line being Brentai's new no-holds-barred fuck-the-world rookie partner who didn't really seem to care what condition the government car was in when they showed up at the precinct, nor did he really seem to care what condition any of the other cars were in. The three waved hello and goodbye to each other, and one to himself, and headed off for work.Fred fell out of bed a little later than the rest, immediately shouting up at God f
or allowing him to drink as much as he had the night before. Then seek pity for the new, horrible headache he received as punishment for the blasphemy. While Fred did his best to make the bed back up and get himself down the stairs, Guild jumped out of bed and ran down to the car that was arriving to pick himself and Doom up, not caring that he hadn't bothered to change from the clothes he had worn yesterday and to sleep, nor had he showered. Doom was over-all having a pretty good day so far. Having such a late start time at work g
ave him enough time to do some cleaning, get a shower in, and still make it with time to spare. He really couldn't figure out why he felt so wrong, though. His finger kept missing the mark, but something about this day just felt wrong to him, it didn't feel like this would end well. Guild, however, was quite happy with not a worry in the world he was ready to start taking over at work, with nothing on his mind but how awesome it would be if the house burst in to flames and how he could strive to make that happen.Fred took a nice long shower which really helped perk him back up. Not just to the point of not wanting to die, it also inspired him to clean the shower out, then clean the horrid toilet that none of the o
thers had touched, and finally to finish cleaning all the dishes Doom had to, and all the others chose to leave behind. Looking at the clock that would be there if only anyone had any money to buy one, he instantly regretted the way he had spent his day, since it was now time for his dish washing job to start. Meanwhile in town, a major heist was going down, but the police were on to it. The 1904 Chevy Malibu sped down the block in one fluid motion towards the bank. Brentai's new partner noted that the culprits of this heist were obvious. This was the work of vampires. Brentai just nodded along, too busy thinking about the bed he had left unmade at home to care about what his new partner was saying. Meanwhile, Guild burst back into the office of his new boss, force of the door flinging open knocking out the maintenance worker who was replacing the lock from the day before. Guild screamed something about the big job for the day, and God Damned Vampires. The boss knew with was the 
work of Simo Belmo and called his men immediately. Brentai left the car slowly and strolled down around the back of the bookstore, nodding to a woman and her baby while Simo Belmo, in one fluid motion, jumped from the 1904 Chevy Malibu and went to burst down the front door. In one fluid motion, the crooks inside got the call from their boss and unloaded on said front door. Simo Belmo and his 1904 Chevy Malibu were shot to hell in one fluid motion. Brentai opened the back door to find the place empty. Shrugging, he took off back to the offices. Thanks to his hard work of having a random outburst that saved the day, Guild was promoted, given a bonus bigger than any of the other house mate's pay check, and let go early. He used this time wisely, screaming into the air for three hours.A good while in to Guild's senseless calls out into the sky, Friday and Zara both got out of work, while Doom attempted to escape his captivity. Despite their best efforts, neither Friday nor Zara had any success
meeting any new friends at either place of business and / or war. Friday had a horribly stressful day of hard work, trooper that she is, though, she quickly turned that mood around by jogging around the base for two hours. Zara was stopped on his way out the door. They had an important job for him and they needed it done by the next day. No one else was able to do this and they came to him, it was time to prove himself. He too the three vials they handed him and waiting for instructions. His mood quickly dropped when informed that they were being used to test new horrible
, incurable viruses and they didn't want to risk pouring the contents into any drains on-site, so if he could do it at home, that would just be amazing, oh, and he really shouldn't lick, touch, or generally be near any of them. Doom's chances of escape were foiled as a group came in as he tried to leave, pointing him towards a Chevy Malibu full of bullet holes with instructions to dispose of it, and not look in the trunk. Crying to himself and trying to go to his happy place of Iron Chef America, he did as they asked.Brentai walked h
ome, appreciating his job more than ever. Despite the fact that there wasn't anyone at the bookstore the department thought was being robbed, and his partner missing, everyone was telling him how sorry they were, how he should take the day off and maybe he'll start to feel a little better. They were right, there was unfinished business that needed to be attended to. He pushed in the door to the house and blew past Zara yelling at Friday to get out of the bathroom so he could shower. Brentai went straight upstairs and walked to his bed, he had to get even, and he was ready to. Grabbing one c
orner of his sheets he pulled them back. In the one fluid motion his partner had shown him so many times, Brentai's bed was made and all was right with his world once again. The group settled in, finishing cleaning, showering, having more conversations, or just playing a game of tag with their best bud. They all had interesting days, exciting days, or at the very least, stressful days.Life would keep being hard for now. The walls needed painting, the floor was exposed planks, and there was still tension in the air. Still, there was nothing they could do but their very best, spending their days working jobs, and their nights cleaning up. This group would make it as long as everyone put their all into it.
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