Post by Rosy-Mae Lannon on Nov 17, 2011 0:12:13 GMT -5
What is the point of work when I'm going to die anyway? Rosy-Mae wondered, as she leaned on the crimson colored counter, watching the teen-aged customers meander about, their youthful eyes scanning the miscellaneous t-shirts.
All you do is sweat and work for somebody you hate the moment you meet them. And what is the outcome? Certainly not riches, nor bread on the table; but instead, death! You work your fingers to the bone, and what happens when you are old? You get arthritis - or worse still, cancer. And by that time, you're too fatigued to even care!
Rosy-Mae sighed. Over and over she had explained this to her adopted parents, and still they wouldn't listen. Fools tend to shut their ears to any form of wisdom, the daughter of Thanatos thought grumpily.
She heard the door to the store open, and then close. Rosy-Mae looked at the new customer with loathing, hoping whoever it was would leave soon.
(ooc: Oh gad this is terrible. D: Ugh, I'm too tired to write well...)
All you do is sweat and work for somebody you hate the moment you meet them. And what is the outcome? Certainly not riches, nor bread on the table; but instead, death! You work your fingers to the bone, and what happens when you are old? You get arthritis - or worse still, cancer. And by that time, you're too fatigued to even care!
Rosy-Mae sighed. Over and over she had explained this to her adopted parents, and still they wouldn't listen. Fools tend to shut their ears to any form of wisdom, the daughter of Thanatos thought grumpily.
She heard the door to the store open, and then close. Rosy-Mae looked at the new customer with loathing, hoping whoever it was would leave soon.
(ooc: Oh gad this is terrible. D: Ugh, I'm too tired to write well...)