Post by nakano on Feb 9, 2012 23:56:28 GMT -6
This whole situation pissed him off to the point he wanted to hit someone in the face. All he wanted was some peace and quiet in a secluded location, away from the noise that the Founder's Festival practically oozed from its figurative pores. He hated this; he didn't want to be part of such a 'grandiose' event, like some teachers told him.
"Okay, next." He sounded impatient, already tired of being here. A line was already formed, gathered for what was 'advertised' to be an full-on emotional and frightening experience.
He could've been an author of a Lovecraftian level. He could've had style. He could've had class. He could've been someone instead of an usher for a thrice cursed haunted house, which he had no choice to become! He had to blame those meddling classmates and their silly idea of making "Koizumi-kun actually do something instead of frowning in his corner like he always does."
Indeed. He was stuck with giving out tickets to people who wanted to enter what his class had been working on for the past few days. The booth had been opened for around an hour, and he just got on his shift.
"Next. Take your ticket and go."
Naoki clicked his tongue, his expression oddly unfitting with the make-up the others had sullied him with. He looked like a clown, albeit a scary looking one. It was a complete facial makeover, starting from the glasgow smile (one that stretched to his ears at that) to having his face painted in white. Both sides of his head were now bearing what looked like to be giant screws that could, apparently, be spun like wheels.
Scratch that. Forget the clown. He looked like the friggin' Frankenstein's Monster. Furthermore, his face had that itchy feeling because of the make-up.
~Tap, tap, tap~
The sound of his fingers tapping in annoyance on the wooden surface of the table faintly echoed in his mind, as if trying to drown out the voices of the people in the line.
"Welcome to 1-B's Haunted House."
He just wanted to leave.