Perplexity
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He sat on the desk being bread-like. He emitted a bread-like smell. None of this was voluntary, as he was bread. His silent demeanour almost said "buy me", but it didn't. He had no thoughts, he was bread.
Tough bread.
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The sun was still bright in the sky, spinning around itself there like usually.
Sophy woke up by an unpleasent surprise: a fly had flewn into her mouth.
She was trying to cough it out, but it seemed hopeless. Now, the fly would never see the sun again. Poor thing.
Sophy stood up from the grass, watching around with her bored and misty eyes.
It was the perfect time to get the bread. Or was it?
As Sophy opened the door of the bakery, she could see a bread behind the glass-display thing.
"Woah, only a few dollars", she said aloud.
Sophy walked quite fastly to the desk, ignoring once again the two (or three) bread makers.
Her another eyebrow lift up. The bread seemed kind of molded and white, hard cored and all.
Sophy shook her head, watching out of the nearest window. An apple tree stood on the other side of the road, waiting for someone to pick the apples.
Sophy looked at the bread seller, her eyes fully open now.
"Hello", she said. "I suppose you must be the seller, then. Why haven't your staff baked an apple pie, if the bread business' not going so well?"
"By the way", she said, after starting to watch at the nearest chair now. "What is the faith of that poorful bread? It's not good to be eaten anymore."
Sophy watched around a bit. She opened the smaller door or obsticle for the bakery's staff side, goin' in. She wasn't scared, that people would say "No, don't go there". She opened the real door to the staff's side of the bakery, goin' into the kitchen.
She went in, seeing lazy workers there. "Great...", she thought to herself, somewhat to the workers, too.
Sophy woke up by an unpleasent surprise: a fly had flewn into her mouth.
She was trying to cough it out, but it seemed hopeless. Now, the fly would never see the sun again. Poor thing.
Sophy stood up from the grass, watching around with her bored and misty eyes.
It was the perfect time to get the bread. Or was it?
As Sophy opened the door of the bakery, she could see a bread behind the glass-display thing.
"Woah, only a few dollars", she said aloud.
Sophy walked quite fastly to the desk, ignoring once again the two (or three) bread makers.
Her another eyebrow lift up. The bread seemed kind of molded and white, hard cored and all.
Sophy shook her head, watching out of the nearest window. An apple tree stood on the other side of the road, waiting for someone to pick the apples.
Sophy looked at the bread seller, her eyes fully open now.
"Hello", she said. "I suppose you must be the seller, then. Why haven't your staff baked an apple pie, if the bread business' not going so well?"
"By the way", she said, after starting to watch at the nearest chair now. "What is the faith of that poorful bread? It's not good to be eaten anymore."
Sophy watched around a bit. She opened the smaller door or obsticle for the bakery's staff side, goin' in. She wasn't scared, that people would say "No, don't go there". She opened the real door to the staff's side of the bakery, goin' into the kitchen.
She went in, seeing lazy workers there. "Great...", she thought to herself, somewhat to the workers, too.
Perplexity
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The bread sat there hoping with all his bread that this Sophy person would come nowhere near him. However, hope as he might, he was just bread and could do nothing about it. Bread.
name: timothy
age: undisclosed (he is paranoid about identity theft)
role: concerned customer wondering why it's taken like 8 months for these ******s to make some goddamn bread and sell it to him as a bread enthusiast and patron of bread salesmen
Tim entered the shop and asked, "Yo, when can I get some ****in' bread in this joint? Time is money!"
age: undisclosed (he is paranoid about identity theft)
role: concerned customer wondering why it's taken like 8 months for these ******s to make some goddamn bread and sell it to him as a bread enthusiast and patron of bread salesmen
Tim entered the shop and asked, "Yo, when can I get some ****in' bread in this joint? Time is money!"
tinkerbell21
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Name: Liz
age: 22
role: cop, walking down the street
Liz is carefree spirit, but sadly has the mundane job of being the cop that walks up and down the streets to keep the people in line. As she was walking, whistling her favorite tune, she sees someone running out of the bakery.
"STOP!" She yells, only to see that her attempt was thwarted as the no good doer ran on and on. Time to run she thought. Liz pulled up her pants so they wouldn't fall, and chased the thief down the road.
The thief ran on and on, Liz finally gave up. There was no way she was going to catch him for now.
Damn those doughnuts! why do they have to be soo effing good? She sighed, called for back up. "I've got a man running down my street here, carrying a loaf of bread. I can't seem to catch him, I'll need assistance, over" The dispatcher of the walkie sounded very very bored, "Roger that, we'll send a car your way, over"
age: 22
role: cop, walking down the street
Liz is carefree spirit, but sadly has the mundane job of being the cop that walks up and down the streets to keep the people in line. As she was walking, whistling her favorite tune, she sees someone running out of the bakery.
"STOP!" She yells, only to see that her attempt was thwarted as the no good doer ran on and on. Time to run she thought. Liz pulled up her pants so they wouldn't fall, and chased the thief down the road.
The thief ran on and on, Liz finally gave up. There was no way she was going to catch him for now.
Damn those doughnuts! why do they have to be soo effing good? She sighed, called for back up. "I've got a man running down my street here, carrying a loaf of bread. I can't seem to catch him, I'll need assistance, over" The dispatcher of the walkie sounded very very bored, "Roger that, we'll send a car your way, over"
tinkerbell21
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When Liz caught up to the thief, she realized he had taken a hostage. She carefully unholstered her police issued pistol, and aim for his right leg. Before she could get a shot off Drew, as the thief is called, sped off in the other direction towards the airport. :curse: she thought, as it's inappropriate for cops to say naughty words, well at least in public, what kind of example would that set? She shook her head, and had to focus on the task at hand. She went after the thief again. When she saw what plane he had boarded, Liz let out a sigh. "Well, damn, looks like I have a ton of paper work to fill out when I get back to the office," she said to herself. She walked out of the airport and to her car starting it up to leave to her normal post. When she got there, she noticed something in the bakery window, a wonderfully looking loaf of bread. How her mouth watered at the sight of the bread, her stomach rumbled in agreement. She walked in, and sat down, waiting for someone behind the counter so she could place her order.
tinkerbell21
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Liz finds in her mailbox a couple of days later a letter from someone called Kayde. it said:
"Ms. Cop Lady that couldn't get the person who kidnapped me,
I am in a strange apartment, forced to make gross gluton free bread.
H E L P M E!
love Kayde"
Liz was horrified! This just isn't right. She looked for an address on the envelope, but could find none. She sighed, lovely. This is going to add the mountains of paper work I already have to do, she thought. Oh, why couldn't he just robbed a bank? Why did it have to be that new bakery that makes the most delicous bread?? Liz slumped in her comfy chair in front of the TV. She picked up the phone, and called the precinct, letting them know of the situation. then she called the bakery, "Emma, dear, can you make me some more bread? I've seem to have run out."
"Ms. Cop Lady that couldn't get the person who kidnapped me,
I am in a strange apartment, forced to make gross gluton free bread.
H E L P M E!
love Kayde"
Liz was horrified! This just isn't right. She looked for an address on the envelope, but could find none. She sighed, lovely. This is going to add the mountains of paper work I already have to do, she thought. Oh, why couldn't he just robbed a bank? Why did it have to be that new bakery that makes the most delicous bread?? Liz slumped in her comfy chair in front of the TV. She picked up the phone, and called the precinct, letting them know of the situation. then she called the bakery, "Emma, dear, can you make me some more bread? I've seem to have run out."
I'd like to join, even though it's been years since the last post. I want to be the cat who is always at the bakery. I'm 2 years old - not in cat years. In cat years I would be 35 - and the bakers call me Natalie.
Natalie sat with her fluffy grey tail curled around her front paws, staring at the commotion around her as she had done for months, taking everything in with her unblinking large eyes. Most employees knew she wasn't at all one of those "mangy strays", didn't much scratch or bite, and wouldn't "misbehave" on the floor. So usually she was allowed in, except when a customer with an allergy came in. Natalie was quite familiar with the building, and liked it because it was warm inside. But there was something even better under the roof. She knew that every once in a while the place would get a new baker, and sometimes, (you can imagine how much Natalie longed for this) if one of the bakers were kind of heart they would lower their large fleshy hands in front of her snout, and there would be a small piece of bread in the center. Gosh, those bits tasted delicious. She loved the seedy loafs best, although there was no way of telling this to the humans in the bakery. Natalie now sat facing a human with pretty blonde hair. The cat's ears perked up, hoping she would have a piece of those spongy white loafs. Natalie mewed shyly, hoping, hoping, hoping...
Instead she received a pat on the head. That was always nice too, but it was disappointing not to get anything to eat. She purred nonetheless, and resumed her position, waiting for another possibility.
Natalie sat with her fluffy grey tail curled around her front paws, staring at the commotion around her as she had done for months, taking everything in with her unblinking large eyes. Most employees knew she wasn't at all one of those "mangy strays", didn't much scratch or bite, and wouldn't "misbehave" on the floor. So usually she was allowed in, except when a customer with an allergy came in. Natalie was quite familiar with the building, and liked it because it was warm inside. But there was something even better under the roof. She knew that every once in a while the place would get a new baker, and sometimes, (you can imagine how much Natalie longed for this) if one of the bakers were kind of heart they would lower their large fleshy hands in front of her snout, and there would be a small piece of bread in the center. Gosh, those bits tasted delicious. She loved the seedy loafs best, although there was no way of telling this to the humans in the bakery. Natalie now sat facing a human with pretty blonde hair. The cat's ears perked up, hoping she would have a piece of those spongy white loafs. Natalie mewed shyly, hoping, hoping, hoping...
Instead she received a pat on the head. That was always nice too, but it was disappointing not to get anything to eat. She purred nonetheless, and resumed her position, waiting for another possibility.
BlackLivesMatter
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Name: Graham43
Age 43
Role: I will come in and rob the bakery of all its money and edible products then shoot the employees.
Age 43
Role: I will come in and rob the bakery of all its money and edible products then shoot the employees.
twinkle toez
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hahahahahaha! need say nothing :lol::grin:
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