I found myself amongst the Barton Regulars at the South Gate. It would be cool to protect the Gaians! I thought.
And the uniforms are cool too! So I decided to join.
Apparently with all the Animated running around they were taking all the men (and women) available. So I was being fitted for armor.
"Boots: check! Pants: check! Shirt: check! Gauntlets: check! Helm: optional! Armor: ...." There was a pause. Some measurements were taken and then I was told that the Armor didn't come in my size.
Disheartened, I wandered North, out of Barton, only to find myself at G-Corp HQ! It was worth a shot.
Luckily there was a Glitch in the system and I got a desk job handling beakers. Which in retrospect didn't make much sense anyway.
At the end of my first day, my Boss came to my desk and told me that they were letting me go because I was "a distraction to the other employees." Which is really odd since I had never talked to anyone except my Boss.
Thoroughly confused, and with no where left to turn I went to the Job Pole/Board. As I was looking over the crinkled help wanted ads a brown-haired girl, about my age, walked up and started looking over the ads too. I thought I might at least get to know my competition.
"Looking for a job, too?" I asked.
She grimaced. "Yeah.... After Hatsya fired me I've never been able to hold a steady job." She laughed.
"Ha, ha! I've been everywhere, and either I get fired within a day, or something strange happens and I'm laid off. Ha, ha, ha!"
"Wow! That's pretty bad. I'm Kanoko."
"I'm Konton."
To be continued...
"Hey! Our names both start with the letter K!" Kanoko exclaimed.
"Really?" I pondered, a look of doltishness on my face. Kanoko stared at me. "Oh yeah! You're right!" I laughed. A bead of sweat ran down my neck, just as I noticed a particularly flashy flier for a Co-Host position. Kanoko noticed it too.
There was rigidity in the air as we sized-up our opponents. Standoff. To make the first move was fatal. The ominous wind blew at our skirts as the sun beat down upon our heads. Then--!!
The flier was snatched! Details available at the Television Studio, it read. Without letting go of the flier for an instant we rushed to the TV Studio and burst into the Lobby.
"I'M HERE FOR THE JOB!!" Both me and Kanoko yelled, presenting the flier to the startled receptionist.
"Uh--ummm...." she blubbered.
Just then a beautifully tanned woman in a Safari suit appeared the front desk. "Oh! You must be here to replace Timmy!" She smiled.
"Timmy?" I blurted. "Who's Timmy?"
"I'm Dr. Singh, Timmy's legal guardian. However, due to some...impending circumstances, Timmy is now in Jail. And so we need a replacement Co-host for the EI Report."
"Oh...." I still had no idea. I noticed Dr. Singh staring at my chest with a look of irritation. Reporter-types, I mentally heaved. Always need to be the prettiest in the room. I resigned.
"Kanoko, you can have it." I smiled.
"Wha--?!"
"You're perfect for the job! Your natural, perky personality is sure to win audiences the world over!"
"But, I--...!"
"Great!! See you on Friday!!" I waved, walking leisurely through the turning doors.
"But, I'm not...!" her words were lost in shock.
When I was out of sight of the Studio Building, I broke down and sighed.
"Ugh...! Now what?" As an aroma drifted sweetly through the air.
To be continued...
