Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

It seemed as though Wexler was scarcely aware that Jonta had stepped into the building, and he was looking at the box of candies with a bizarre, wide-eyed focus, his hand so big that the box could barely be seen around his long fingers. Of course, that lasted up until Jonta waved a small, dark hand in front of him, and he made a small noise of surprise, and dropped the box onto the counter, where it landed with a dull thunk that seemed to echo through the otherwise empty building. He didn't look down at the box, or even move his head instead, it was more like the box had simply moved out of his line of vision, and now the lamplight blue eyes were on Jonta by default. I've been selling those things for years - did you know they don't seem to have any actual food in them? he asked the actual timbre of his voice was deep and smooth, but it was saturated by a bizarre accent that sounded vaguely like it had started out as Welsh, and had eventually been mutated by years in Miami, likely from speaking Spanish or Cuban. It's just sugar and oil. he added, And this box 'ere is three years old and apparently not expired. It's like they've figured out how to mummify foodstuffs at what point does it stop being food and start being an artifact? I think most of the things 'ere have been 'round long as I have and even the roaches don't seem to want them - except for the giant one that hisses at me every week. It eats anything. He turned then, looking around himself as though to try and locate the enormous cockroach just to prove it, but came up with nothing.
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

What an odd... response. He definitely seemed well endowed when it came to his work. The woman peered upward at the abnormally tall man with mildly uncertain eyes, the length of her fingers feathering over the half-crushed box of Junior Mints and collecting it. Next her chocolaty gaze thoroughly examined the boxes content while Wexler spoke, though she hadn't necessarily comprehended completely what he was talking about. Partially, but not completely. She wasn't quite particular to speaking. It was rare she did, but only if she wished to voice her opinion. And, that wasn't very frequent. It's obvious how long some of this junk has been lying here, she commented wryly, still giving the tattered box a once over. Wexler may have been an odd-ball but he really didn't phase the woman in the lightest. Yet people still purchase them. It's a whole part of the 'movie theater' experience. Her tone seemed very dry and sarcastic, though it was only a ginger vehemence directed to the assortment of the theater's patrons. Why would they eat food infested with cockroaches? And everyone knew that the cockroaches here in Miami were nearly as large as the ones in New York. Nonetheless, Jonta could care less if they wanted to eat dry insect droppings then by all means. She had no say, her only job was to give them their concession with a feigned grin. Slowly she advanced behind the counter and regarded the floor--full of sticky cotton candy, popcorn, butter and small pastel colored candies. Jonta lifted her foot, a large wad of pink gum connected to the soul of her new sneakers and the sticky content of the floor. Disgusting, she groaned half-heartedly, clearly revolted by the well done cleaning job of the previous workers. Firstly she reached for an old, cracked broom, bending fully downward to pluck it from its positioned as it was wedged between the popcorn machine and nacho-cheese dispenser. In the process she pricked her finger in a jagged piece of metal protruding from the spoiled popcorn machine, clearly angered in the process. Fuck, she cursed, pulling her digit into her mouth, drawing the rich, sanguine fluid from the fairly large wound. Do you know where... there are any band-aids?listu
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

Wexler couldn't disagree with her opinion of the floor, and he glanced down at it, frowning at the sight of the sticky flourescent candies and popcorn kernels clinging to his otherwise ridiculously clean, huge white and red sneakers. It had always amazed him that he would carefully scrub down the entire concession area on his shift, and the next night when he came in, it would be like nothing had changed - somehow nearly an entire candy store seemed to end up on the floor, and some days he suspected the day shift employees had candy fights. Licorice jousting. he said out loud, and didn't seem to realize how random and ridiculous it sounded, and he picked up a discarded bit of cardboard from the counter and used it to try and knock a bit of peppermint candy from the sole of his shoe, but it stuck stubbornly, only moving millimetres at a time and sort of rolling along the sole instead of falling off. He was focused on this for a long few moments, apparently with intense concentration, up until the point he heard Jonta curse, and he looked up from his important mission, eyes instantly fixing on her bleeding finger as though he'd known what part she'd hurt before even looking. He was completely silent for a long moment, still half bent with a bit of cardboard in his hand, one foot lifted, still poised as though attempting to knock away the candy, and after a little while, it seemed as though he might never reply, or as though he had died in that position and would fall over any minute. Finally, his brows furrowed as though he was forcing himself to think, and he finally nodded, Um, yeah, he said, and straightened up then, moving around her, but giving her a very wide berth as though he thought he was much wider than he actually was, or as though there was some radius around her that he wouldn't step into. He pulled a small red case from beneath the counter and removed a strip of bandages from it, Do you want Scooby-Doo or Batman? It's just that Mr. Mendez sent me to get the bandages a few months ago and the only convenience store around here doesn't stock up very often so - it's the scoobster or batsy. he said, offering out one of each.
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

The woman seemed slightly disturbed by the small variety of bandages she was offered. What..? No Hello-Kitty, no My Little Pony? Her voice seemed so horribly monotonous that if had actually sounded as if she was serious. It was a no-brainer when it came to choosing a band-aid--Scooby Doo, of course. She had grown up watching that television program. She gingerly plucked the Scooby Doo band-aid from his long, lanky fingers, gingerly peeling away the adhesive protective wax paper and pampering her constantly stinging wound, if one were to call it a wound. Her brother would most likely call her that evening and ask her work went. She'd simply reply, I got into a fight with the popcorn machine. Oh lord. I do believe I am regretting not choosing the Batman band-aid. A choice that will haunt me for the remainder of the evening. After her small cut was primped and set, she recollected the broom which was missing tons of bristles and began sweeping away at the floor, accumulating tufts of raspberry cotton candy and half-crushed jub-jubs. Most of them had stuck to the broom but Jonta paid no mind, grasping the dustpan on her trek behind the concession counter. After that job was done--and it didn't take too long--she grappled the dustpan and tossed the junk into the overflowing garbage can then regarded the still sticky floor. This is ... debauchery, she uttered lucidly, dragging her feet over to a small closet beyond the counter where she collected a mop and a bottle of soap. Um... Peter? She glanced at the man with a chocolaty gaze, motioning towards the garbage can. Could you empty that? Her leer was redirected to the doors that opened in the main foyer, a group of teenagers--no older then sixteen--looming inward. They looked like little hooligans to Jonta, but then again, she wasn't genuinely the kind to stereotype. They were dressed casually, one of them boasting several facial piercings in unusual places. They did have a bit of a mischievous vibe to them, but Jonta paid no mind. Oh, joy. Potential customers.listu
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

No, they were all out of My Little Pony, Wexler replied without missing a beat, watching as she stuck the bandage onto her finger, I think they might have Dora the Explorer though. I can totally get some of those for you next time. He looked down at the single Batman bandage in his hand and it struck him as unfair that the dark avenger should be crammed back into the first aid kit like so much unwanted garbage, so he wordlessly opened up the bandage and stuck it to his forehead, calmly stating I'm Batman. Before continuing the job he had been doing before Jonta had arrived, and continued stocking the candy counter - though, it didn't need a lot of effort. He made short work of it, and put the stock boxes back in their original place, and when he heard Jonta say his name, just half of his head appeared above the counter from where he was crouching, the big blue eyes fixing on her like a submarine periscope. Yeah, sure, he replied, rising then and lifting the garbage can in one hand, and giving it a frown when it began to drip brownish ooze from a crack in the bottom of it he glanced over his shoulder at the small group of teenagers coming in - usually not a good sign in Miami - and noted that one of them seemed to be carrying a small weapons supply on his face. Be right back, Wexler added before making his way out the side door and around to the dumpster, leaving a trail of garabage water along the way and looking displeased with it out at the side, he chucked the contents into the dumpster and did his best to ignore the smell - the things humans ate were pretty nasty sometimes. And, inside, the group of teenagers all hesitated in the doorway, each of them looking around the place with varying expressions of amusement. A heavy-set white girl with an up-do on the side of her head was the first to speak, Yo, you work here? she asked, What's goin' on? This place is so ghetto. The second to speak was the guy with a faceful of piercings darker and wearing a sideways baseball cap, Nobody even in here. This place is a fuckin' mess. he said, eyeing the cracking walls and sticky floor before looking over at Jonta, and making a show of looking her up and down, You workin' alone? You the only one here? Your boss around - or are you the boss? Judging by the way the kid was talking and flinching, he'd already taken a deep dive into some cheap drugs, an easy thing to do in that area of Miami. 'Cause, I can totally hook you up with some grade A dope, baby, if you wanna join me and my, uh, he glanced back at the quartet that was backing him up, consisting of two miserable-looking girls and two guys who looked roughly the same age, Compadres.
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

No, 'luv, I'm sure you don't even know what ghetto means. Jonta warily eyed the full-figured girl approaching her, though didn't seem to pay much attention. These teenagers weren't necessarily worth her time, though it wasn't as if she had believed they were beneath her. Equality and that nonsense. However, she felt as if she was being made a show of by the first young man, the one with the face full of titanium piercings. Jonta did indeed have a tongue piercing and a labret piercing but that was when she was rebelling at age 14 though she was not allowed to wear them at work. Eventually she just stopped wearing the tongue stud altogether. Still, she was unperturbed by the teenagers. Most people her age were scared half to death of a pack of the hormonal, acne-ridden adolescences, but the was one of them at a previous point in her life. Why would she be scared of some math-failing pizza faces that relied on weed to get by? Suddenly a thought rushed back into her head. Batman? Wait, did he truly say that? Her thoughts were interrupted by another curt voice, seemingly struggling with voice cracks. I love when they pretend they can speak Spanish. She completely by-passed their wry comments, gazing at the leader of the pack square in his beady little eyes. Tonight we have a special, two tickets for the price of one. Now, can how may I be of service? She rested a well manicured hand upon the transparent class countertop, standing straight and tall. I take it you're pretty hungry, too. So would you like the number four? Two large popcorns, two large drinks of your choice and a candybar. My personal favorite are the Wonderbars nougat is always a pleasure to the pallet, but you can choose whatever you'd like.listu
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

The teens exchanged looks amongst themselves, though the pierced one kept his eyes on Jonta the entire time, clearly letting his hormones take the wheel he tongued the corner of his mouth lewdly, and the movement showed another piercing. He shifted his mouth a little, and then looked back at his friends once more before approaching the counter, coming closer to Jonta now he smelled like sweat and weed, and the skin around his nose was an angry red that indicated marijuana wasn't his only habit. I can tell you exactly how you can be of service, he said then, putting one of his hands on hers, and grabbing his crotch with the other to indicate what his drug-addled teenage brain was thinking, and the angry-looking blonde suddenly came up, laying a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him away from Jonta as she recognized trouble was brewing. Hey, dude, no, she said, and looked at Jonta, He's like, really high, he totally doesn't mean it. Fuck you, he snapped, closing his fingers around Jonta's wrist, and shrugging away his friend's gentle insistence, Fuck off Marla, I know what I fuckin' mean, get your hand off me. Come on, Rich, seriously, this isn't cool, she said, trying again to tug him away, and he suddenly turned and backhanded her with enough strength to knock her back. I told you to fuck off you little bitch! Rich shouted at the stunned girl, You think you own me? Fuck you, you touch me again and I'll fucking kill you! And suddenly one of the other guys, latino, shorter and built broad, was in Rich's face, jabbing him in the chest with a short finger, What's wrong wit'chu man? Hitting girls, you need to chill, dawg! he said, and Rich shoved him back.
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

Matters not to me, as long as I make a sale. She had the true tone of a hustler, or at least, a hard-working employee. When his hand jerked back she retracted her own, carefully smuggling it into the depths of her tight pants. It was always entertaining when friends tried to vouch for their friends, especially when they were clearly under the influence of some sort of narcotic or drug. She glanced spaciously at the quartet, clearly interested in their bout until she felt the intoxicated teenager clutch her wrist. Feather fingers over her hand was one thing... but having that sort of hardcore contact with her? No, no, Jonta would have none of that. Before she could even react, one of the more handsome boys of the group seemed to step up. Perhaps it was the best thing. Jonta was renown for her extremely nasty little temper from time to time. It was best this young Latino boy put his friend in check before she stepped out against her will and started crying with a vehement tone at the boy. Even as the two comrades were arguing, Jonta took an initiative to interfere. She stepped beyond the counter, in the center of the mess, purposely stepping in front of the young woman who was so clearly assaulted by a supposed friend. Peter, where are you? It doesn't take that long to empty the garbage. Unless you fell in the bin... or found a cockroach to play with. She advanced closer to the man that so provocatively approached her he was an inch or two taller, but height made no difference to her. It's none of business what goes on within your circle of friends. But is my business if you're causing a scene in the middle of the theater, whether it's empty or not. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.listu
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

Rich had only just shoved his friend back, and looked ready to take a swing at him until Jonta stepped between them, and he hesitated, looking her over again with the same hormone-driven purpose, up until the point she told them they would have to leave, and then his studded teenage face twisted into an ugly expression of anger, his eyebrow piercing sticking out on a strange angle from the change in expression. You don't get to tell me what to do either, you fucking bitch, he snapped, and his right hand was clenching into a fist that went white at the knuckles, and he cocked his hand back, clearly just as prepared to strike Jonta despite his apparent interest in her. However, something bizarre happened then, because somehow, Wexler was standing right beside them without having made any noise, and without anyone having heard him come back in, and along the way, he had managed to grab hold of Rich's wrist. Rich looked down at the big hand on his arm, and then up at Wexler, clearly shocked by the man's sudden and silent appearance. Hey, Wexler said, and Rich's face twitched, and then Wexler stuck out a long finger and shook it at Rich, and spoke to him like he was talking to a dog that had just wet the carpet, No. Bad. And Rich made a move, digging into his pocket with his other hand, and he yanked out a butterfly knife, the blade springing out and glinting with sharp promise in the dim light, but before anything else had happened, Wexler's other hand shot forward like a striking snake and drew back again. It was unclear at first exactly what had happened, but Rich had dropped the knife onto the ground, and he was clutching his face in his hands. And that was when Marla looked at Wexler's hand, and recognized something glinting between his fingers, and he promptly dropped it onto the ground, where it clattered to her feet. Oh that's so nasty. she gagged, and Rich's shorter buddy took a look. He ripped out his fucking piercing, dawg! he said, and Wexler pointed in the direction of the door, which the teenagers followed as quickly as they could manage, yanking Rich along with them.
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

Hey, if you want to call fucking names don't get into my face-- A pause, followed by a lapse of silence. Jonta's face had went ghost white on account of Wexler just reappearing materializing as if he had came from the thin air itself. Was he even tangible? She wanted to touch him just to make sure but clearly this wasn't the moment. All that had been going on afterward seemed like such a blur. She noticed the knife glimmering within the light of the fixtures hanging warily above. Jonta's mind tended to twist things. She had believed it was maybe a deer-knife or one of the types her brother had carried around with him. However, it was not she remained unphased though clearly upset with the situation. She watched Wexler intently, her chocolaty gaze giving him yet another once over the young man, as well as her assailant, was clutching his lips, guarding them from the vampiric, lanky man standing before him. At first she was unsure. But when she had noticed the spare dollops of a thick, viscous, sanguine fluid stain the sullied floor, she knew just what hat happened. Her gazed reached up and she raised a finely curved eyebrow at the tall man, unsure if he had actually just ripped the boy's piercing from his lip. But, it was the truth, and he had indeed done it. After the throng of spooked teenagers fled off, Jonta was left to stand aside this man with serpentine reflexes. It was astonishing, actually. Peter.. did you... She swiftly grasped the man's large hands, struggling to pry his furled fist open. Though when she did, there it was--the silvery lip ring resting in a small smidgen of blood in the center of his gargantuan palm.listu
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

It was a little difficult to put it together, the idea of the lanky, doe-eyed movie theatre attendant doing something as disturbing as tearing a piercing out of someone's face - but there he stood, in his uniform and maroon vest, with a Batman bandage on his forehead, holding a piercing with a bit of someone else's blood on it. Maybe. Wexler said, in response to Jonta's stunned half-question, and then he looked down at the piercing in his hand, and corrected himself, Yes. Definitely. I did. But to be fair, he had a knife and all I had was a dust bin. He looked up at Jonta then, but didn't seem perturbed or even vaguely worried, and he frowned at the piercing as it sat in his palm, flexing his fingers around it and watching the bit of blood smear on his skin, What should I do with it? he asked finally, as though there were multiple options - framing it, for instance, You know what, I'm just gonna throw it out. And wash my hands. And he proceeded to make his way back around the convenience counter where he threw out the lip piercing, and washed his hands in the sink with soap and hot water, watching as the blood turned pink from the water, and then ran slowly off his hand.
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

I think I need a new job. She followed the man warily, insuring that he didn't have some sort of odd tick in his arm, or that there weren't any wires visibly protruding from his pale flesh. He was an odd man indeed but it was a breath of fresh air. She enjoyed his presence, believe it or not. It was an entertaining one. A colorful, otherworldly one. While he lathered his hands in the titanium sink, she took her own initiative and plucked the band-aid from his forehead, careful not to disturb any hairs there. Boss-man will probably be upset if he sees you wearing that. She feigned a chocolaty chuckle and disdained the bandage in a nearby garbage bin that wasn't overflowed, then glanced at the positioned on the wall. It was an hour and quite some minutes behind, this much she was sure of. Though she had just truly met the man tonight despite other odd bumping-into-tos and awkward greetings she was already griping to ask... why as he just so large and lanky? Obviously it was a hereditary family trait, but to be more frank, she wanted to ask if anyone else ever commented on his size. I hope he doesn't cry to his mother then report you, she uttered breathlessly. She sighed softly and stared up at the light fixture, already fatigued from the night's events. The foyer was empty, there was maybe one or two movies playing and there was not even any popcorn popping. She leaned her body, or more specifically her chest against the counter, leering away at the lobby's front doors. I definitely need to get a new job.listu
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

I dunno, it seemed to be Kosher with Mr. Mendez when I dressed as Jason Voorhees for Halloween. Wexler said, lifting his shoulders in a shrug while he shut off the tap, I don't think bandages will faze him after that. It was true that not many of Carousel Theatres' employees really knew Peter Wexler - not just because of the difference in shifts, but also because he never showed up at staff meetings, not because he was unfriendly, but it seemed that he was always otherwise occupied during the day. Mr. Mendez had never bothered to ask what it was that Wexler did in his spare time because, frankly, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. S'okay, I've got the totally snappy comeback that he was gonna stab me. Wexler added, and eyed the ground as a cockroach the size of a small dinner plate emerged from beneath the counter and stopped to give him a filthy look before scampering off again, possibly to eat some human children. You don't like it here? he asked, as though it was a surprise to him that anyone would dislike the job, even just minutes after he had nearly been stabbed by a tweaking sixteen year old.