Post by Orion on Nov 7, 2014 0:42:55 GMT
"Shameful. A Saiyan, me! Being degraded to where I must be subject to a puny Earthling in order to attain the Earth currency. Insects are lucky I have grown attached to this spiraling stone.." A deep voice spoke aloud. The owner of the voice being a moderately sized Alien. The male leaning against Ginger Town's largest hotel. Arms crossed and facial expression serious, conflicted and annoyed. The male's posture hunched forward. His pockets especially empty. Not a single zeni to his name. It annoyed him that on this floating rock, Humans absolutely needed money to keep themselves going on. Greedy insects..
"And it seems I need an occupation. Degrading. Simply degrading. The most I can hope for is to find something in this small village worth my time and effort. Other wise, it's no..what was it; Zeni? It's a must. It'll be my..second priority." Orion continued. His dark pupils searching for something near. Nothing..nothing..never..no..nothing- the variation of "No" was all that Orion thought to himself upon viewing his options.
Inhaling and giving an heavy exhale, Orion bounced off of the hotel's side. Walking out toward the entrance of the establishment. A sign was plastered against the large and wide glass doors of the building. Brows furrowed, the male read carefully. Easily making it out to be a WANTED sign. But for what role would it pertain to? Further reading would make it say,
Help Wanted! In need of new Bellhop! Will pay by end of week! See manager for details...
Orion wasn't sure of what a "Bellhop" was. His brain immediately brought the idea that it was a form of Hoplite but pushed the thought quickly, as Earth wasn't battle smart enough to boast grunt forces like such. Shrugging his broad shoulders, the Saiyan ventured inside of the hotel, a large electric sign illuminating the dark ceilings. Reading out in large, yellow and green lettering,
"GINGER TOWN BRIEF HOTEL"
With how long the Saiyan had been on earth, he was well aware of what the Brief family was- well, he had a clue. A rich family with a technological prowess that carried on through the many years of their beginning. While it seemed they were extinct, their legacy seemed to live forward and did not die. Good for them. As the slim alien made his way for the hotels counter, many touring residents looked at him funny, some pointing out his black suit and some commenting on his spiked hair. His attention was dissolved soon, as he flipped many the "Bird" as the humans called it.
"Er..I would like to apply." Orion sheepishly looked at the brown, stone table he leaned against. A manager standing tall, his crimson red vest and hat defining his role in the workplace. A smile across his face, most likely required, gleaming. Off putting at first, but it was to be dealt with. "The..the bellhop offer." The Saiyan went on.
"Is that so, sir?" The manager raised a blonde brow. "I'm so glad someone applied. We're in bad need of one, too. You're hired, bellhops don't need security checks or fancy trash like it."
"Really? Then it's a..er..agh..pleasure to work here.." Orion said aloud. Offering his hand, only to be shook and given his uniform on the spot. He was shooed out to the changing room for employees, the door being locked on the inside and leaving the alien to be alone with his thoughts for a moment.
"This was almost too easy..feh, oh well." Shrugging, Orion refused to shed his sleek jumpsuit and equipped the uniform. A crimson vest, red and gold lined baggy trousers and a bellhops hat. This looked..absolutely silly! Alas, he'd need to deal with it,lest he'd be out a job on his first hour. Sighing, Orion exited the room and hopped aboard the cart in which transported residents bags and items.
Kicking off, his superhuman strength bolted him off. Each bag, a total of fifty bags, had a tag on which room they were to be given out to. Orion traveled up the second flight of stairs, onto the second floor and delivered three bags there. Only two residents giving a tip. He'd travel up the next ten flights, on the twelfth floor and give out seven bags there. Nine residents giving a tip, this time.
Next up was the thirtieth floor, where a good ten bags was given. Another nine giving him his tip. Them came the fortieth floor, where another ten bags was given, but only four residents giving him some complimentary zeni for his work. Finally came the fiftieth floor, were the final ten was given and all ten gave him a few zeni.
Needless to say, the work alone left Orion tired and feeling rather degraded. As he was serving a bunch of lower life forms for money. Other Saiyans who lived on Vegeta would laugh at his state. Unfortunately for him, this whole situation continued on for the next week, not a single.break being given to him for anything. Although few guests being mind enough to give him zeni as tip. Poor Orion!
"And it seems I need an occupation. Degrading. Simply degrading. The most I can hope for is to find something in this small village worth my time and effort. Other wise, it's no..what was it; Zeni? It's a must. It'll be my..second priority." Orion continued. His dark pupils searching for something near. Nothing..nothing..never..no..nothing- the variation of "No" was all that Orion thought to himself upon viewing his options.
Inhaling and giving an heavy exhale, Orion bounced off of the hotel's side. Walking out toward the entrance of the establishment. A sign was plastered against the large and wide glass doors of the building. Brows furrowed, the male read carefully. Easily making it out to be a WANTED sign. But for what role would it pertain to? Further reading would make it say,
Help Wanted! In need of new Bellhop! Will pay by end of week! See manager for details...
Orion wasn't sure of what a "Bellhop" was. His brain immediately brought the idea that it was a form of Hoplite but pushed the thought quickly, as Earth wasn't battle smart enough to boast grunt forces like such. Shrugging his broad shoulders, the Saiyan ventured inside of the hotel, a large electric sign illuminating the dark ceilings. Reading out in large, yellow and green lettering,
"GINGER TOWN BRIEF HOTEL"
With how long the Saiyan had been on earth, he was well aware of what the Brief family was- well, he had a clue. A rich family with a technological prowess that carried on through the many years of their beginning. While it seemed they were extinct, their legacy seemed to live forward and did not die. Good for them. As the slim alien made his way for the hotels counter, many touring residents looked at him funny, some pointing out his black suit and some commenting on his spiked hair. His attention was dissolved soon, as he flipped many the "Bird" as the humans called it.
"Er..I would like to apply." Orion sheepishly looked at the brown, stone table he leaned against. A manager standing tall, his crimson red vest and hat defining his role in the workplace. A smile across his face, most likely required, gleaming. Off putting at first, but it was to be dealt with. "The..the bellhop offer." The Saiyan went on.
"Is that so, sir?" The manager raised a blonde brow. "I'm so glad someone applied. We're in bad need of one, too. You're hired, bellhops don't need security checks or fancy trash like it."
"Really? Then it's a..er..agh..pleasure to work here.." Orion said aloud. Offering his hand, only to be shook and given his uniform on the spot. He was shooed out to the changing room for employees, the door being locked on the inside and leaving the alien to be alone with his thoughts for a moment.
"This was almost too easy..feh, oh well." Shrugging, Orion refused to shed his sleek jumpsuit and equipped the uniform. A crimson vest, red and gold lined baggy trousers and a bellhops hat. This looked..absolutely silly! Alas, he'd need to deal with it,lest he'd be out a job on his first hour. Sighing, Orion exited the room and hopped aboard the cart in which transported residents bags and items.
Kicking off, his superhuman strength bolted him off. Each bag, a total of fifty bags, had a tag on which room they were to be given out to. Orion traveled up the second flight of stairs, onto the second floor and delivered three bags there. Only two residents giving a tip. He'd travel up the next ten flights, on the twelfth floor and give out seven bags there. Nine residents giving a tip, this time.
Next up was the thirtieth floor, where a good ten bags was given. Another nine giving him his tip. Them came the fortieth floor, where another ten bags was given, but only four residents giving him some complimentary zeni for his work. Finally came the fiftieth floor, were the final ten was given and all ten gave him a few zeni.
Needless to say, the work alone left Orion tired and feeling rather degraded. As he was serving a bunch of lower life forms for money. Other Saiyans who lived on Vegeta would laugh at his state. Unfortunately for him, this whole situation continued on for the next week, not a single.break being given to him for anything. Although few guests being mind enough to give him zeni as tip. Poor Orion!