Foreword:
This is Moptop: The story of a Janitor...as if you didn't know that already. This started as my attempt to create happier characters in order to make myself feel better, as I was kinda depressed at the time. It was also inspired by the films of Kevin Smith and a fair bit of Douglas Coupland's work...oh, and a Matt Good video. When it started I thought it would be just another serial I would work on while the Eddie Graham saga (http://10thousandmonkeys.blogspot.com/) was on hiatus. Currently I think it will end up as a script for an indie film...but that's what most modern writers hope their work will be. So, to see what people think of it, I've decided to post it to the interwebs. Tell me what you think in comments.
"There ain't room in this town for the two of us.", Matt says as he reaches for his gun. Of course, this isn't a real gun. It's a taser. He's just the night shift security guy. I reach for my own gun. Once again, not a real gun. I'm a janitor, and most of the janitorial staff aren't allowed to carry firearms. If it was a real gun, I would have caught Matt dead between the eyes. We laugh at our little display and get back to work.
I step into the elevator to hear Matt call to me. "JAMES! You left your keys!", he informs me. I run back to get them, propping the elevator door open with my trash bin. The massive ring holding every shining key to every door in the building. Better get started.
1
I meet up with Chris in the food court. He's got his MP3 cranked, and he's dancing on a table. I get out my cell and film him for a solid minute and a half before he sees me. When he does, he jumps and falls off the table. "This is so going on youtube."
"How long have you been here?" He asks, voice cracking like a teenager who's parents have caught him masturbating. "Long enough", I tell him. "So you like the milkshake, do ya?"
Chris claims to be a metalhead. This makes the dancing while singing Kelis' Miilkshake so much funnier.
"Where's Kirst?" I ask.
"I think I locked her in the freezer at Churley's"
"How long ago was this?"
"Bout half an hour ago."
"Were you planning on letting her out?"
"...yeah"
"Like, soon?"
"...yeah"
"I think we should get on that"
We leap over tables and counters, knowing that we only have...ok, I think we have a decent amount of time before she freezes to death, but I'm more interested in rushing in like a white knight and saving her from the icy hands of the Churley's freezer. No reason...I just feel like being heroic. I push a pile of empty boxes into Chris's way, causing him to trip and lose precious time.
I open the heavy steel door to find Kirsten huddled in a corner, nibbling away on frozen fries. "What the hell are you doing?" I ask. "Oh, James, I'm so happy that you came for me!" She explains. Doesn't exactly answer my question, but it makes me feel better to see Kirsten's fresh face light up. "Chris, you are such a fucking asshole!" She screams. Her cursing turns me on a bit...not that I'd ever tell someone that.
She walks over to him, grabs the baseball cap off his black-curtained head and smacks him like Moe slaps Curly. "I'm keeping this." She tells him.
"Some people don't take well to initiation", Chris whispers to me.
It's gonna be a long night.
