Where We Were

I started this about two years ago, and decided to pic it back up as a fun side project = )

this is our misadventures that we might have had after college and being seperated from each other. This of course takes place before the Grand story where we all meet up in England, and the point is that although we may come in close contact, we are never actually aware of how close we were to our friends…

The Box factory

(by Jen)

Jen was in a box. She often found herself doing these things, getting in boxes without knowing why, and this was most unfortunate for her, since she currently worked at a box making factory. she'd be able to keep herself out of a box for most of the day, but around lunch time when her defenses were low, the boxes would begin speaking to her. you may think it odd that Jen didn't find it strange that the boxes were talking. but a month ago right after graduating college, she had watched a particulalry scary movie about aliens and the very next day she saw two of her old high school teachers, whom she was convinced were aliens anyway, just right out of the blue. they made some suspicious comments and even asked if she'd seen the alien move. she said no, she hadn't even heard of it, or of aliens either. they didn't buy it, and ever since jen was mortified they would come for her and make her work for them in their spaceship…which, might be fun, but she held an uncanny fear about it so much that Jen no longer slept. she was highly delisional, and so everything talked to her. she'd grown used to it.

either way, the box had pleaded with her to hide in it, the aliens were coming, it was sure of it. so without a second thought and a great leap of what looked like brovado, Jen swung up into the conveyor belt and for the 8th time that week, dissapeard from her post as box counter. Ducking into the box, Jen sat twideling her thumbs and wondering what lead her to such a place. Truth was, she had been delusional when she walked into the place. she was tired..very very tired, and couldn't remember how to sleep. it had been two weeks since she'd done it, and because she couldn't remember she became convinced she'd turned into a zombie. she hated zombies. so she had to stop herself from being a zombie. that's why she walked in to the box factory and applied for a job. at the time, it made absolute sense. working would make the zombie sickness go away. so she counted boxes, and drank energy drinks til she started vibrating, and slowly, minute by minute, the boxes would begin pleading with her to hide.

the managers wouldn't notice Jen was missing until the end of the shift. the first few times they got scared, thought she fell into the great box maker which would surely have killed her. but searched for a full day before they found her hiding in a box and meekly asking for food. they sent her home not knowing what to think, and sure enough, so far Jen had managed to hide on a box everyday she'd worked there. they for whatever reason hadn't gotten around to firing her yet. probably because it was a moral booster to the other workers to play a game of find Jen on their breaks, since there were so many boxes it was never easy to find her.

while Jen sat in a box wondering why she was working in a box factory in the first place and if this did, after all, make her a zombie or not, a familiar face was not far off…

The President of the Social Misfits Karate Club

(by Jen)

She walked in to the box factory, sun glasses gleaming and a cool stride. Smartly dressed though a little eccentric looking, she walked up to the executive director of the box factory himself. "Hello" She smiled, pulling her sun glasses up onto her head and squinted at the Executive. "Sally Gorrill, President of the Social Misfits Karate Club." She extended her hand to the executive who took it with a raised eye brow. They shake hands. "What can I do for you Sally?" The executive smiled broadly though uncertainly at his guest. "I have a friend in the desert who is in need of several large boxes, about refridgerator size, give or take." "oh? What do they need them for?" He asked politely. "My friend needs to make a large card board box house. It's a special event for the social misfits karate club, and they plan on making it a meeting place in the local village." "well, alright sally. We'll load you up with some larger boxes. Then let's handle the amount of cost once we see how many you need…" He put a hand on her shoulder and guided her toward the many boxes they had available.

Minutes later, workers were piling boxes into the Social Misfits Karate Club truck, and of the boxes that were thrown in, Jen's was one of them….

As the truck full of boxes went lazily down the road, Sally watched a moment then hopped into her sports car, a rather dashing looking car by anyone's standards, but Sally had made sure it looked a little different as well. Painted all over the car were paw prints and two epic looking dogs with their paws outstretched and one had a huge dog bone and the other had a tennis ball, and they both looked jealous of what the other had in it's mouth.

Jen wondered why her box was moving. all she knew was that it was dark, and she couldn't get out of the box. "whats going on?" she asked the box. "we've been eaten" The box replied. "is it bad?" Jen gasped. "well,..it isn't good.." The box might have shrugged, but i believe everyone included Jen is in agreement that boxes can't shrug. So it just sat there, and Jen wondered what was going to happen next.

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