[ARC]Aruka

Cave Adventures – Mishaps of an Evil Babysitter

On one peaceful afternoon, the employees of Cave Ad Sitters were startled by the sudden ringing of the phone on table number thirteen. Although phone calls are common within the office, this one phone call was extremely out of the ordinary. At table number thirteen sat the fiercest, uncanny and volatile woman you could ever see; she was Miss Ryu- she preferred being addressed as that.

The loud hustling and bustling soon went into a ceased moment, as the young woman picked up her phone. Everyone stopped from moving as if time had stopped on their tracks- all heads were turned to her, breaths on hold and eyes bulging in fear.

Whoever chanced up on getting on her phone line is sure to be in for it; there was never a time that Miss Ryu left a client without driving their children in fear- she was that horrible. If anyone could describe her, all would only nod and say- she’s out there. Miss Ryu had the looks to launch a thousand nuke bombs, but her attitude and nerves could also be said as mentioned bombs.

With a couple of nods and scribbling on the paper, Miss Ryu pursed her red lips and smirked, “Don’t worry Madame; I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Putting the phone down, Miss Ryu glared at her officemates and slowly got up her seat, picking her purse and coat as she glared at them coldly.

By the time she closed the door behind her back, only did the employees gasped and moved from their spots. Their boss had his jaw dropped and his coffee spilled on the floor at the sight of Miss Ryu leaving the premises.

Hiten Sage

OOC:Sorry I had to cut some parts out..the next post I will come to your place or job thingy...right now I am on the phone with you.^^ If its too long,sue me XD lol

IC:
Awaking from a tranquil nap, Hiten sage tossed and turned on his bed. He causally rubbed his eyes, stretched his arms, and was followed by a deep, obnoxious yawn. The man glanced around carelessly, lagging his topaz eyes to a snoozing alarm clock. The atmosphere was gripped by the never-ending lock of silence, or so he thought. Hiten sought to get up, but was always tempted endlessly to lie back down. Time was drawing near, and Hiten resented the thought of ever being late. It was neither his way nor his motto. He was a professional fellow and displayed those traits perfectly. Extravagant Suits, proper etiquette, and well charm for the ladies, a lot of charm. However, at the moment he was totally unkempt and trashy looking. His hair was black and had small waves that protruded in a gentle flowing pattern. He was fairly tall having a light caramel hue to his skin, being 6 ft with topaz eyes that glistened viscously, as the morning light reflected upon them. From his position, an individual could hear the sweet melody of the birds chirp and the tender breeze that was administered to the towering trees outside the window. He enjoyed it.

Until he began to drift back into the seductive claws of a beauty sleep, his alarm went off. The sound was unbearable, and coming from a tiny object too. The ear-splitting noise sent the reclining birds’ aflight, filled with terror to this uncanny sound. He quickly sat up. Eyes were lined with red veins, teeth clenched, and as he grabbed the clock his cell phone started to interact with the racket.

“AHHHHH..I hate this clock”, he said yelling at the top of his lungs, while raising his hand outward and taking a firm clutch around the clock.

With one hand on the clock, he raised it behind his back in a series of fluent motions. What was the next move? The answer was simple, he was going to throw the clock at his wall, with a lot of his strength pushing it on. His eyes were in a narrow slant and eyebrows bending downward, revealing numerous amounts of veins and facial expression. Suddenly time stopped –as it often does- his arm flung out, as the clock trailed along the disturbed threads of air. Soon after the strident object was airborne and away from his reach, the feeling of anger lifted transforming into a confused idiom.

“Noooooooo…”,he leaned forward with both arms out like the classic movies of drama, ”Oh well”, he said grimly, but the clock scattered into miniature pieces. The damage was extensive, as the once chattering clock made its last echo and died down in a resonance of twisted tones, seconds later.

The thought of money clouded his judgment, it circulated around every fiber of his being and roused the chemicals in his brain. Hiten placed his hand by his mouth in the form of a fist, and unleashed a faint cough.

“I’ll buy a new one”

Unfortunately for most, that clock was a new touch screen,$500 digital, with a portable computer integrated with the system. He didn’t mind. He slowly got up from the gentle, king-sized bed and stretched once again, causing him to situate upright on his tippy toes. He had already washed thoroughly and ate breakfast, now the clothes part came. Hiten’s closet was positioned on the far-side of his bed at its opposite end. It was held by two gigantic marble pillars, and arrayed with precious stones; the doors were made of transparent glass which was very clean, and glimmered with the radiance of the moonlight.

Hiten made his path there, and sauntered leisurely from his bed. The floor was covered in a vibrant red carpet on one side, the other area –where the TV resided- was metal for some reason. Finally regaining his composure, he opened the glass doors by the golden handle bars.

“The life of luxury”, he briefly murmured under the gallows of his breath to himself.

There inside the colossal closet, hung a large accumulation of fine tailored suits, ranging from custom-made to name brand. Always dress to impress, his former motto that he used last week. What makes a man, is it the size of his stature or the countenance of his personality? Well whatever the answer was, Hiten had both essential attributes. The man pulled a custom-made pallid suit, snow-white tie, and sallow wingtips. While tying his tie, he noticed a card on the dresser next to his bed by his gray cell phone. Ambition rose greatly, as the curiosity nestled deep within his persona began to spring up with profound rage. The card was laminated, and very tidy with the words: Cave Ad Sitters and Miss Ryu.

“Miss…Re..yu?”,he tried to sound the name aloud out a couple times to make sure it was right, and there was a phone number printed in black ink on the small card at the bottom. Hastily he grabbed his cell phone, and dialed the strange number. How did he get the card, is the only contemplation that left him in utter bewilderment. The phone began to dial with a harmonious tone, as a mystifying voice answered.

“Hello I am Hiten Sage, here to speak to”, he paused slightly”,..Miss Ryu please. Thank you”, he responded in a dull, yet business-like tone.

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[ARC]Aruka

Upon arrival at her client’s house, Ryu settled down next to irksome child on the living room, sitting languidly as she turned on the huge LCD screen and put on ‘Barneys’ and forcibly had the kid wear headphones for reasons of solitude and quiet on her part.

She looked down the kid and smiled dryly, “Nice, isn’t it?” Ryu gave off a fake laugh as the young boy kept muffling words from the duct tape she plastered on his mouth.

“Did you say something?” she neared her face towards the kid, hovering over him with a poker-face, “oh yeah, you have duct tape in your mouth; here, let me help you…”

As she reached her fingertips upon the ends of the tape, she pulled it away, making the child scream in pain, “Oops, my bad,” the lovely lady began to ruffle and pat his head, keeping on the same expressionless look on her face, “if you be a good boy for the rest of our stay together, I promise, I’ll let you watch an extra ten Barney episodes tomorrow.”

“I’m gonna tell mom!”

Shaking her head, Ryu pinched his cheeks, “Tsk, tsk, whatever.”

Pushing the kid back on the couch, Ryu’s phone began to play an eerie tone; howls and screeching of bats. Glancing down the gadget on her purse, she picked it up and saw it was an unregistered number.

“Yeah?” she greeted coldly, cocking her eyebrow as the person on the other line began to talk, “Hmh, yes, speaking.”

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