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jimlingss · 7 years ago

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The Deli Diaries [3]

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 [Finale]

➜ Words: 2.7k

➜ Genres: Fluff & Cuteness, That good ol’ slow burn, Slice of Life

➜ Summary: Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

➜ Warnings: Mundane-ness that might make you bored to death

➜ Notes: The slow burn continues....

You hate your job — thus, it’s only natural that you want to stop…..and by stop, you mean close it down early. (You can’t afford to quit right now. Literally. You still need money).

When you first arrived and trained with your coworkers, they taught you all the in’s and out’s of the closing process. Typically, at nine fifty, ten minutes before the grocery store kicked out all customers, you’re supposed to open up the glass display case and throw clear plastic over the meats, signaling that you were closed. Well, now that you’re the only one around during closing and every single shift of yours is a closing shift, you always close down at nine.

An hour before you’re supposed to.

Because you can.

But sometimes….sometimes the world fucking hates you and all your plans of standing behind the counter doing nothing goes astray.

“Um, excuse me!” A man calls out by the salad bar, right as you’re pulling the cart over, in the process of bringing the bowls to the overwrap machine. “Are you still open?”

A muscle in your cheek twitches and you twist around with a tight-lipped smile. “Yes, what would you like?”

Today, for some goddamn reason, everyone decided they needed deli meats and chicken cheddar broccoli salad. Today. At nine pm. Because god forbid, why would people actually go to the grocery store during the daytime?! WHY WOULD THEY COME WHEN YOU’RE FREE AND NOT TRYING TO CLOSE DOWN AFTER A EIGHT-HOUR SHIFT?!

“Do you need help?” Your smile jerks with tension as you stare at the old senior citizen boring their eyes at the hams. They don't hear you, so you raise your voice. “Do you need any help?!”

“Yes.” The old woman with her walker nods, and she lifts her hand, pressing her dirty-ass finger all over the clean windows, poking the surface over and over again like an elevator button. “I’ll take five hundred of the honey ham…”

“Okay.”

“Wait, no.” She shakes her head. “I mean black forest ham.”

“Alright.”

“And make that six hundred….wait….yeah…..six hundred,” she croaks out and begins to lurch away, down the other section. Before you can even throw the ham on the slicer, you find her staring at the salamis and sausages.

A thousand curses ring inside your head.

By the time you’ve finally caught a break, you immediately rush to open the glass case and throw the plastic over the roast beef and hams. But as you’re bending over the lower displays at awkward angles, you fail to notice a stranger rushing over; docking themselves in their spot beside you, standing completely still, facing the wall motionlessly like a thief in disguise.

You feel your blood pressure spike and slowly, your neck cranes over. “Do you need help?”

The lady smiles. “Please.”

Part of you wants to break down and start sobbing. But you really shouldn’t waste your tears on such a shitty job...and it’s not like you have the time to cry. You still need to get a shitload of tasks done and breaking down won’t get them finished any faster.

“Customers, the time is now nine fifty. We will be closing in ten minutes at ten p.m. We open at eight tomorrow for your earliest convenience. Thank you for shopping.”

The intercom blares above you and panic rises inside your chest, making your palms clammy and your already sweaty-self even more sweaty. All you want is for this to be over. You want to eat a proper warm meal, rip off your disgusting apron, scrub yourself from the sanitizer scent clinging to your skin and the little crumbs of deli meat that somehow fell inside your shirt.

But alas, if you left now, who knows the amount of shit you’ll get into tomorrow.

Mount Everest exists in the form of cardboard boxes by the cooler door. You pack them onto a cart, some folded neatly while others remain in their full form since you hadn’t had enough time to disassemble them. After throwing them on haphazardly, three full trash bags and a bucket of grease join the party. There would be fewer things to throw out had your mid-person not been such an asshole and actually did their portion of the job to make your closing easier….but things never work out the way you want them to, do they?

With time ticking — precious seconds slipping from your grasps — you begin to push the cart through the grocery store, making your way to the back, feet scampering along at a frantic pace.

And at the produce section, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the skyscraper of cardboard boxes wavers in front of your eyes and by the time you reach your hand out to catch its balance, it’s crumpled.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

No one hears your endless streams of curses and you quickly drop to the ground, picking up tens of boxes that have fallen over and scattered across the floor, hurling them back onto the cart.

A few more meters are made and as you approach the two doors, you scan the premise for anyone to help you hold them open. Unfortunately, there’s no one around and you decide that risking it is better than wasting more time. Thus, you push the cart forward, letting it shove the doors open…..and all the cardboard boxes come tumbling down for the second time.

The old grease sloshes in its bucket, spilling on the cart, one of the garbage bags comes rolling off and the plethora of oversized boxes have slid on the ground, skidding half-across the room.

Now you really want to cry.

“Are you okay?”

A voice out of nowhere has your head shooting upwards. Your eyes blink hard, trapping the tears from spilling all over your cheeks, and an exhausted exhale leaves through the seams of your lips. “Yes, please.”

The boy offers a kind, timid smile and somehow, your anxiousness and turmoil quiets down.

He helps you pick up the boxes one by one, marching over to the chute and opening the latch, throwing them in to be crushed later on. “These are a lot of boxes,” he comments and you nod.

“Yeah….”

Once the boxes are all thrown away, you move to grab the garbage bags, but the boy beats you to it. “Here, I got this.”

He clutches onto all three at the same time to hurl them into the trash chute and your eyebrows raise, secretly amazed. It’s hard to admit but you’re impressed. They’re heavy, industrial bags that are filled to the brim, having been used for the past eight hours and earlier, you could barely tie them up. Holding one has both your arms already shaking, and he holds all three like it weighs nothing.

What you don’t notice is how his teeth are clamped, his forearms are quivering and how red his face has gotten.

“Th...thanks…”

You know him. Kind of. Or at least that’s what your brain reminds you as you watch him. He’s the produce guy that you sometimes make eye-contact with behind the deli counter. He’s caught you snacking more than once and you have yet to get in trouble for it. You talked to him in the staff room once.

He’s Jimin...?

“Can you hold the door for me while I dump the grease?”

He flashes another little, polite smile that has you staring for a second too long. “No problem.”

There’s no time to waste and you quickly move to complete your job.

“Ugh, I hate this part.” You cringe as you grip the heavy bucket, walking carefully to not let it spill all over the floor. The produce boy follows behind you as you punch in your code at the number pad, successfully letting it beep and pushing the door open to the outside. The suffocating heat of summer hits you all at once, the sun beginning to dip over the horizon, and you trudge over to the dumpster.

“Yeah.” Jimin holds the door and wrinkles his nose, observing you open the lid of the grease dumpster and stepping back. “It’s not fun.”

“There’s so many flies.” You wince, moving your face away and absolutely disgusted at the swarm of humongous flies circling around and climbing inside the dumpster. It doesn’t help that the hot sun continues to beat down on it. “Ugh.”

This is a part of the job you’ll never get used to.

“Fuck!” You don’t mean to swear in front of the stranger but it stumbles out as you go for it and dump the entire bucket all at once, not wanting to dwell around the reeking bin for long. The orange-brown liquid splashes all over, some spilling on the ground, and hitting your apron, but the majority gets inside and you close the lid before the horde of flies can go nuts.

The moment you get inside the building, Jimin closes the door and another announcement is made.

“Shoppers. The time is now nine fifty-five. We will be closing in five minutes. We re-open at eight a.m. tomorrow for your earliest shopping conveniences. Thank you.”

With the cart vacant of boxes and garbages, you chuck the empty bucket onto the cart, already preparing to get a move on. But the produce boy speaks up before you can wheel it away and disappear. “Do you need any more help?”

“Is...is it okay?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty much done what I need to do anyways.”

“Okay.” You don’t linger or talk much, too constrained by time. You run, pushing the cart frantically out from the back, through the produce section and returning to the deli in the corner. Jimin follows you diligently, never once faltering or abandoning your side. “Stay there.”

The produce boy is a bit lost, opening his mouth before closing it, surprisingly obedient. He stays where you told him to, right in front of the glass display cases, unoccupied. You grab a spare cloth from the drawer, soaping it up, wringing it out thrice in a frenzied manner before you chuck it at him pass the counter. He catches it in both hands and awaits your instructions.

“Can you wipe down the windows? I still need to put the slicer back together and pull the chickens.”

“Alright.” He nods and then gets to work, bending over the lower displays of packaged spinach dip and guacamole to wipe the windows of the meat case and salad bar. Your nice supervisor can be absolutely psychotic about having no smudges or watermarks on the windows. You’re not sure if you can entrust such an important job to this dude but at the rate time is ticking, you’ll take your chances.

It takes two minutes for you to put the slicer back together, having washed the removable parts earlier. It takes another three for you to mark down the leftover rotisserie chickens on the hot case, load it up on a smaller cart and push it into the back cooler. You turn off the case, the overwrap machine and by that time, Jimin stands awkwardly by the sink. You grab the cloth from him, chucking it in the laundry hamper.

“Customers, the time is now ten p.m. We are closed and open tomorrow at eight. Thank you for shopping with us.”

The announcement is made and you turn around to Jimin, lifting your index finger and making a single promise. “One more thing…”

He helps you put plastic over the olive cart, standing on the other side and tugging on it to cover up the food. You shut off the light, rushing over to rip off your gloves, scrubbing your hands with soap in the sink, and taking your bag.

“Alright.” A sigh leaves your lungs and for the first time that night, you smile. “God, today was super busy.”

Finally. It’s over.

Jimin steals a glimpse of your profile and smiles to himself. “Yeah, it was.”

The manager on duty by the front doors nods his head in acknowledgment as the two of you pass. You take your name card, swiping it on the machine, clocking out, and Jimin follows suit.

The pair of you leave the grocery store, lingering outside the main doors for a moment.

Bracing yourself, you finally turn to face him. “Thank you.”

Luckily, it’s only about five minutes past ten. You’re sure that if he didn’t offer to help you, you would’ve still stuck inside and left on your own for another ten minutes while your stress levels would’ve hit through the roof.

“Yeah, no problem.” His smile is warm, eyes crinkling slightly into crescent moons, mouth drawing upwards into his chubby cheeks. Suddenly, you feel a bit self-conscious. You’re certain you look like one hell of a mess — your oily, rat nest hair still tucked back into your black hairnet, a few fallen strands sticking to your sweaty forehead and skin, the scent of deli meats and sanitizer stuck on your flesh, disgusting stains marring your red apron. You feel gross.

You’re not sure just how gross you look.

But as your insecurity consumes you from head to toe, causing you to avoid eye-contact with the good-looking fellow, you fail to realize how he doesn’t notice your devastating state. Rather, Jimin is staring at you with a fairly endeared expression that would have your spine melting if only you would look back at him.

“I really appreciate it.” You clear your throat in a tense manner, trying to convey your gratitude sincerely. “Like…….actually.”

The produce guy is super kind. To the point where you’re pleasantly stunned and a bit caught off guard. You never expected him to offer such a helping hand to you, especially considering when you don’t know him at all and he’s pretty much a stranger to you.

“It’s really not that big of a deal.” He scratches the back of his neck, also deflecting and diverting his vision towards the other people leaving the store and marching through the parking lot to their parked cars.

You swallow hard, cringing at the awkwardness. There’s no point in loitering in front of the grocery store when it’s closed and you’re running out of things to say. So, before you bid goodbye, you decide to actually look at him one last time; locking your eyes with his as the dim yellow light from inside the building casts onto the sidewalk and onto the profile of his visage.

“You’re….Jimin, right?”

His name tag is clipped at the top of his own apron. There’s no need for you to sound so unsure of yourself when it’s printed right there. But in a way, your question allows you to acknowledge him directly, letting him know that you won’t forget in the future.

“Yup.” He smiles again. “And you’re Y/N.”

“That I am.” You match his smile, allowing the tension in the atmosphere to naturally alleviate. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“No.” Jimin quirks his head to the side. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” You exhale in exhaustion, taking a peek at the sky that’s now completely dark with the moon setting up high. “Another closing shift. Hopefully it’ll be better than today.”

“Hopefully,” he agrees.

It’s still a bit awkward, your small talk not doing much to drive the conversation forward. You don’t know him that well and contrary to your customer’s beliefs, you aren’t a good conversationalist. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around some time, Jimin.”

“Okay.” He begins to pull his car keys out of his pocket, eyes lingering on you for a second longer than necessary. “Goodnight.”

You smile politely before spinning around, treading in the direction of your home. “Night.”

He stares at your backside becoming smaller and smaller, your legs moving fast down the sidewalks and cutting through the parking lot. A tiny smile is placed on his lips, grinning to himself, and he sighs wistfully before turning around to his car.

Meanwhile, you don’t look back, too happy to finally leave your ‘glamorous’ job. Though typically, as you would be filled with a sort of resentment for working at such a damn place, instead, another emotion overwhelms that, one that you cannot quite describe.

Jimin.

Jimin….Jimin….Jimin…

You chant his name several times in your head on your way home, making sure you won’t forget.

#Jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #jimin fluff #jimin slow burn #bts scenario #sorry if there's too much grocery-talk #promise in upcoming chapters they'll be less!!

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the-uptake · 6 years ago

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The Uptake, The world was beginning to fluoresce into wounds. Book 2, Chapter 3. Go to previous. I never said ‘Choly was a rational creature. TWs: Poisoning, attempted lust suicide, symphorophilia minutiae, hard emeto, joint trauma.

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Leaving Cecil to sleep, 'Choly rolled off the mattress into the floor, and stood again. With damp hair, he walked on his knees over to the microwave perched on a cardboard box. From one of the food boxes in the floor, he pulled a food-meal bar. In his horridly over-loved armchair, he peeled down the wrapper and ate quietly, washing down the pebbly, vaguely flavored junk with the rest of his room temperature vodka coffee from earlier. His face soured. Neither the bar nor the coffee revolted him individually--but those of more frail constitutions should not consume them together. But, he persisted toward polishing off the easy-access, high-protein substance that would help soak up a bit of his encroaching hangover without waking his boyfriend.

While he snacked with the reader in his lap, legs up with his feet up in the seat with him, he continued browsing for more Wolfrin information. He’d most likely find Wolfrin in the Quarter somewhere on Level 1, since Levels 2 and 3 saw less chemical dumping and more solids. And he could most likely slip past EPA’s barricades near where the buildings functioned as support columns for the downtown off ramp from the Bayonne Bridge.

A morsel fell off the bar down his tank top, and he fished it out and ate it absently.

Drafting a mental laundry list trapped him in a loop of thought for a spell. No matter how much either of them wished it, ‘Choly genuinely had almost zero experience with chasing verbot--or truffling, for that matter--and this whole thing smacked of ridiculous parody. He tossed the bar wrapper in the waste bin under the TV tray. It had crushed him in a very real way that night, to finally admit his financial infirmities to Cecil, and despite Cecil’s supportive response to the confession, in this forming illicit act existed an opportunity to prove that 'Choly deserved his admiration.

His peculiar spontaneity had attracted Cecil, hadn’t it? The dreg glanced down at the fresh tattoo on his right forearm, a simple clean monochrome style, a triangular sigil divided by an inverted ray of swords. He took another drink, and sighed. Ink excited his boyfriend, an indicative tongue of rebellious fire which imparted its language upon the skin. He’d gotten the design at encountering Cecil’s enthusiasm (the librarian himself porting two intricate tattoo sleeves), and had come close to touching up his dye job. It felt so... fake, as though he couldn’t trust his identity to hold up to scrutiny should it meet any. He’d lived his life surrounded by verbot, but he wasn’t really a chaser.

But he could chase. Couldn’t he? Certainly a sorter could wander off the cadre floor in pursuit of the black market lifelines that pulsed out from it. That’s how he found the hard drive in the first place, after all. Sorter 101: test all data technologies for improper disc wipes. But, to step out of the cadre and into the yards... That was another creature entirely.

He checked his messaging service one more time for Revenant. When he still found his friend offline, he hovered over the username to see he’d last logged in thirteen days ago. Rev usually stayed logged on, bare minimum away or idle, and ‘Choly took notice just how long it had been since his friend had last logged on. He reassured himself with the affirmation that if Rev couldn’t be raised to join in the fun, that he’d just have to play catch-up later. But...

You’d never really do that.

‘Choly shifted to slouch to one side in the chair, then immediately to the other. He bit at his centred labret ring. The thing is, he would really do that. Abandon help him, should he ever locate any of the Geek’s... elephant’s feet he described in coitus not an hour before. In the past, only the barrier of reality and proximity had ever stopped him from acting on any of these impulses. Substances which could transfigure someone beyond the human condition simply had not existed, and now they existed, and they existed in his city. A twisting radiochemical kismet had manifested a new and unexplored realm of potential metagenesis, and he couldn’t deny her.

There was a chance he could, in the attempt to mod the system, brick it. But, the risks that came with unprecedented payout only heightened the appeal. Everything about the attempt, he calculated beforehand, arcane and obscene in its own right. Every article, every action, held in it a certain power over him. In that moment of machination, the fantasy-becoming-reality seized him to his core.

He outright lacked compunction for any real safety in the endeavor--only ritual and circumstance had a home in him tonight. The only industrial gear he owned was his BLT, likely his most expensive belonging. Inlaid with backlighting and translucent digital display, the curved clear acrylic full-face visor-tech provided its wearer a customized vision aid and variably hands-free Web access. Sorters predominantly had them for jotting invoice notes, and some models even had edges outfitted with inline respirator film which could filter e-waste dust particulate. His visor and cutout work gloves would suffice to brave the hazardous waste quarantine. Not that any of that mattered once he got to the prize.

A subtle rummage through the pile of clothing beside the bed netted him a black t-shirt, his hybrid denim skinnies, and a pair of socks. Donning the change of clothes, he swallowed his nerves, then slicked down his bangtails to either side of his face and put on his BLT halo over them and pulled down the glass. Cecil had not yet stirred a bit, and as the pale chartreuse visor calibrated to his prescription, ‘Choly smiled to himself in a distant ache that crawled into anticipation.

With the visor running, he could then strap on his black work boots and confirm the contents of his clear sidebag: his glasses, in the off chance the visor acted up, and chapstick, wallet of cardkeys and cred, and his reader. A variety of smuggling vessels had graced his fantasies, but carried off-site in a see-through bag, no success seemed so viable as with his tippling cane. He shivered as he put on his slim knee-length coat just thinking about following through with it, and grabbing his cane from the umbrella stand, slipped out of the apartment unnoticed.

Not many buses ran this late at night going down from Level 5, and he appreciated the bone conduction nodes in the halo of his BLT to burn the good next half hour waiting at the bus stop with music. Favoring the organic shoegaze loaded in his reader with cubes, he resisted the compulsion to stream music to save bandwidth. Once his ride arrived, the lonely transit passed quickly with no stops along the way, and he continued scheming and re-scheming the exact minutiae of his task uninterrupted.

He got off on Level 3. After a certain hour, the free public lifts charged a third-cred per level, and he happily resigned to waving his toll pass upon entry to the empty lift to fork over the full cred it would cost. Upon stepping foot off the lift at Level 1, he turned off his music and focused fully on his errand.

The residential sector of the Quarter came alive at sunset with the typical ambient discord of various yelling. It struck an unusual chord in the stalker, to descend to ground level by lift to find the stalking yards themselves so eerily silent, accompanied only by the sound of his limp gait. Bustling traffic aped distantly above him against the solipsistic dimensions of the area. Passing by some blocks, he heard the occasional dripping, or the echo of vehicles in reverse. Subconsciously, he knew the latter meant more waste dumping belied the quarantine, for its inhabitants to discover come morning.

‘Choly savored entering a space the federal officials had declared unsafe, and that his low-grade BLT filtration would likely only do so much. No accounting for air quality in a place like this, after all. Stalkers had reasons they didn’t even eat in their own homes, and only dined in the commercial district abutting it. Yet, federal bullying had instated this quarantine, this exclusion zone. The stalkers hadn’t asked for this. They’d never asked for any of this. Even just a year ago, he’d have met no resistance venturing where he did now; but tonight, he remained vigilant for EPA employees who might try to stop him.

First, the government had to deny him the right to grafting by banning the splicing drug Vekarix before medicine had advanced far enough to permit more than just mammal, marsupial, and reptile compatibility. Bullshit insect politics. He still sometimes regretted trying to be patient, now that he couldn’t even settle on something lesser. But now, with the Wolfrin, the government sought to deny him the right to knot up his genetics like some kind of saccharine, fractal klein bottle. They were his genes, and he wouldn’t have it to let them tell him what he could and couldn’t do with them.

The dreg did his best to skirt a different path, anytime he noticed generator spotlights or vehicles that stood out as non-native. At a dead end just Southwest of the residential area fashioned from abandoned factory buildings, he glanced out over the waterfront reflecting the lights of higher levels, and steeled himself. The loose quarantine of all three lowest Levels started at 87th Street and extended just past 99th down through the foundations of the Bayonne Bridge, from the shores of Newark Bay to the West all the way East to Route 440. Almost the entire Quarter, but not quite. He embarked across the street, and with buildings only to one side, not even the sound of his cane accompanied him, replaced by the waterfront current. A yard cordoned off with caution tape greeted him. Unlike the typical chemical dumping yard, rather than scattered unceremoniously, hundreds of drums had been arranged neatly, as though sorted by contents. Two figures in white hazmat suits guarded the locked fence, so he wandered the perimeter until he found a point at which the rust of fluctuating water levels had peeled the chain-link wires from the support pipe. He could not feasibly scale the fence, so through the narrow gap in it he went.

He had a lot of reasons to avoid truffling.

Only limited but effective use of generator spotlights illuminated this particular yard, set on key haystacks of drums. He looked side to side in awe. A combination of water and a saturation of leaking chemicals thickened the damp soil, which possessed an ungodly industrial stench that cut through even the BLT filters and thrilled ‘Choly wild. The elements had rusted off the labels of many of the drums, their contents now unknown without cracking them open. These contents, for many of them, had trickled from cracks and crusted upon their exteriors. He licked his lips eagerly with a knitted brow, at the thought of the technicolor landscape this must have been by broad daylight.

Distracted by near-synesthesia, his cane sank in too deep in the slurried soil and compromised his footing. He stumbled and planted face-first in the noxious mud, and his cane resounded against a drum. The two on-duty EPA workers immediately approached to investigate the potential for an intruder, and he panicked at hearing the gates open. The muck smearing his visor blinded him, and though he grappled for his cane and kicked at the mud in vain, attempts to stand only successfully doused himself further in noxious muck. Tears streaking hot, he planted a filthy gloved palm flush to his mouth under his BLT at the awareness he’d hyperextended his knee in the fall. Adrenaline propelled him to a hiding place in the middle of an arrangement of drums. A stink that reminded of battery acid enveloped him. Deer-eyed, he raked mud from his visor and crouched in a mixture of agony and intensity, and watched as the beams of two flashlights cased the area. One guard ultimately informed the other that the sound must have been a drum giving into chemical pressure, and that they’d investigate more thoroughly once they had the daylight, and then they returned to their post outside the gate.

Once alone again, ‘Choly tried to stand back up, this time forced to rely on his cane with a fully bad-off leg. He unzipped his coat a bit and took a mouthful of fabric between his teeth from the shoulder of his shirt, and bore down hard on the leg to reset it. Stifling a scream into a viscous nasal sputter, he ended up biting through the garment. He only consciously ignored the taste of mud, shock-induced drooling joining the mess of substances splattered and smeared on him. Vacuously he wiped his mouth with the back of his glove, and continued onward.

He stopped at one cordoned off haystack of drums, eyeing how the leakage glowed a furious antifreeze green in the moonlight. Though the precise and biting stench of rotten flowers, he couldn’t pinpoint the metallic odor. He stood there for some time in slack disbelief how easily he had arrived here. Surely this substance had caused all the media chaos. Trembling, he held up the tape with his cane and skimmed the faces of the drums for what little details remained. He squinted at faded white ink on glossy black surfaces. 1,4-dimethyl-2,3-fluoro-dieldrin. Before tonight, he’d known it only by a handful of trade names. Drinaflux. Wolfrin. Fluxeldrin. Though it did not appear notably caustic, the drums leaked from bluish iridescent crystalline scabs. He couldn’t read the warning diamond save the 4 on the blue health field.

He whet his lips and in both hands gripped the lever-locked ring poorly securing the lid to the open-head drum. He nearly doubled over it, enraptured by proximity, and licked at his teeth with a sneering, ragged breath. He hinged up his visor in favor of leaving as little between him and the experience of the prize, and he wafted readily of the nauseous and overwhelmingly metallic bouquet of the corrosion-halo. The stuff pooled around his uneven footprints from other adjacent drums. He frowned to unstick himself from the soft shoreline sediment so he could begin his work with surer footing.

‘Choly unscrewed the handle of his cane and tucked it in one coat side pocket, then carefully shook out all four glass vials it could carry and deposited them in the opposite pocket. He did not think to bring mechanical tools with him, and no amount of prying dislodged the lever of the corroded lid-ring. The attempt did, however, coax a crack to leak more readily, and he hurriedly unscrewed a vial to catch the liquid serendipity as it dripped out. Once filled, he slid the resealed vial into the cane, then followed with another.

Caught up in the delirium of success and fumes, he lost reality long enough not to recognize the workers approached on another perimeter scouting. Frantic at the wet smack of their heavy footsteps, he cried in desperation that the chemical wouldn’t pour any faster. He couldn’t leave without a full empty--he couldn’t. The two guards grabbed him and dragged him back as he shakily reaffixed the handle of his cane.

“You punk! Abandon you doin’ in here?”

“I--”

“This place’s giftwrapped with yellow tape for a reason, kid.”

“I-- I’m not--” He modulated his breathing. “I had t’see for myself the slag’s goin’ on. That’s the stuff, yeah? That’s what’s makin’ everybody sick as sin.” He tried to wag a finger at the haystack, but met silence as each guard hooked one of his arms in one of theirs, insisting his exit. “Hh-- hey! Answer me!”

The two workers tossed him out into the street. His cane clattered to the pavement and his bag crunched beneath him. He curled into himself after impact, and stared at his cane as dead-still as he could from where he lay coddling his knee and seething through his teeth.

“Abandon’s wrong with that kid.” The two of them returned inside the fence and locked it. “Obviously got health problems. The cane and all. Still climbing all over a yard like this. In the dark.”

“That’s a Stalker for you, man.” The other scoffed at ‘Choly, but after that their conversation fell too distant to overhear.

He sniffed away the mucus and twitched, aching all over and encrusted in chemical-saturated mud. Once he’d recovered enough from the fall, he reclaimed his prize. Disbelief stole his breath, of what he’d managed, his eyes thrown wide with delight. Holy slagging shit. It worked.

With bated breath, he sat up and pulled into his lap his cane, and his bag from under him. Unzipping the bag, he inspected the reader with relief, only to learn the crunch had been his glasses. A detached grope at his BLT pulled the visor back down with lighthearted resignation. He stood again to limp away before the workers had second thoughts about just letting him walk away. If the glasses were the only loss tonight, he’d succeeded in spades.

As he shambled along the dilapidated block, ‘Choly gawked at the cane he carried rather than used, in too much shock from his stupid success to ease his horrendous limp. He slipped into an alleyway once outside the quarantine proper, and leaned against a brick wall to catch his breath and rest his bad leg. If he ever slagged up a knee, it was the left one, wasn’t it. The sheer rush of the experience alone dampened the pain--but without fail, he’d more than feel it come morning.

He slid down the wall and sat. The impact of hitting the concrete might have shattered any of the flasks, and he scrambled to unscrew the handle back off to expose its contents. This expedited consequence agitated his aches to the surface at last. He shook out the vials one at a time, and set them in his lap with each confirmed in tact. Most of the chemical’s bizarre glow had faded, the stuff now more resembling the glaze of antifreeze on pavement. He gritted his teeth with a ragged breath and sniffed what had escaped the threads of the cap, to a gag reflex. The bouquet of rotten cut flowers had only intensified. He put the cautious tip of his tongue to the edge of the cap, and recoiled in a delighted revulsion at the mere taste.

Here and now, ‘Choly had to follow this idiotic series of bad ideas through to completion. He couldn’t take it home, to partake in private. Cecil would try to talk him out of it.

The copper cast of the nearest street light lay too far away from him for benefit. In the dark, he pulled out his reader and initialized his flashlight again to survey the site of his metagenesis. At this point he realized his battery had sunk to a sliver--he’d written for some time before coming down here. Too, he’d inadvertently left on his data all the while he’d researched his crown-stuffs--checking his usage statistics, he’d run out of non-Web data altogether, including minutes. He’d soon have no artificial light in the privacy of the alley, and if this went badly, he couldn’t call for help. He hadn’t even told anyone where he’d gone. Not that he had any reception from where he sat in the dank space between the two once-warehouses. The possibility he’d be helpless to the chemical’s aftermath only excited him further. It would have full control over him until it finished with him.

He swallowed hard, the oiliness of the glass tube an entirely too-pleasant sensation. It felt bitter. The chemical adopted that strange characteristic glow again, presumably from the temperature of skin contact. He emptied his splints and gloves into his bag along with his reader, allowing the dim glow of the metagen in his lap to light his endeavor.

Metagen. His mind reeled with the thought of his body wrecked asunder and rebuilt in another design. He wondered how instantaneous metagenesis might be, what method most fast-acting. From the start he hadn’t planned on having enough of the stuff to go with skin contact, so he proceeded with ingestion. He’d be the first to undergo metagenesis by drinking Wolfrin. Would he turn out as well, or even better than, the Geek? How many metahumans had this stuff even created? He’d soon join them. He unscrewed a flask and pocketed the cap, locked in metaskepsis, then let his nostrils drink deep of Wolfrin’s suppurate stink. He held it to his lips, and licked what the wet threads had transferred onto them, and he choked a bit on the potency of the rotten, metallic taste of the stuff, even more biting than the smell. His nose crinkled at the initial experience to steel himself, and he went bottoms-up.

Reflexively, he flung the flask across the alley. It shattered on the concrete. His hands shot to his mouth, eyes and nostrils watering as he immediately choked on vomit. His writhing echoed in the empty space, and he grew delirious on potential consequences. The entire length of his throat burned. He barely managed to down a second flask. The Wolfrin now coated his stomach lining. Another attempt at upheaval seized him up, and a moan shook deep in his lungs. Rhetoric only spurred him further, and he blindly grasped to cup himself through tears, his grip so weak between infirmity, illness, and exhaustion. Stifling a third dry heave, he drained the third flask, and the fourth chased quickly after. He blacked out as the toxins took hold, the delirious onset of an Erebus of nightmares. He dreamed himself melting to all abandon to soak into the asphalt, that he dissolved in entirety before reduced to atoms then recompiled by the catalytic substance he’d imbibed.

The city awoke before he did. After daybreak he sat up, shaky, and rubbed his head scruff with a groan. Clammy all over, he shuddered from a coating of morning mist and dust. He eventually noticed the blood splatter on the ground beside where he’d laid, and automatically wiped his nose and mouth. He didn’t pair the observation to the action until he saw the back of his hand, and snapped awake in arousal. Though his head reverberated with a lead-deep ache, his entire body throbbed to its tempo, and he writhed.

He knew Cecil would be livid with him for this--but he’d acclimate to having a meta around, wouldn’t he? The notion had him face-down in his blood spill in an instant, running his fingertips through its dark, still-damp stain.

“Oh slag--” he ground even more insistently against the ground, “--his meta. Gonna be-- hiS META--”

Nausea overwhelmed him again, and he coughed a spatter of blood. The clamminess, he realized, came more from a sick sweat, but this only aroused him further. The last thing he imagined before passing out again was his body in wretched, retching upheaval as it rejected everything it had rendered obsolete.

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3 Places To Get Free Moving Boxes

Moving boxes are important every time you’re shifting. Regardless in case you’re transferring in the equal metropolis or to every different of you want to have enough supply of transferring bins to movers and packers in Chandigarh move all your valuables. If you don’t use any of those robust boxes in emerge as compromising the fine and circumstance of your valuables. You’ll emerge as having damaged or damaged objects, specifically in case you’re making plans on bringing fragile gadgets. Fortunately, you don’t want to revel in any of these due to the fact there are simply numerous methods on you can discover free shifting boxes – and this newsletter will display you the manner.

People flow into from one place to some other due to awesome reasons. Some could likely do it for their careers even as others, to offer higher training to their youngsters. But regardless of the cause for your upcoming flow, you will however want to use moving containers. If you’re someone who's thrifty and may constantly want loose shifting components, here’s how you can get free transferring bins:

1. Liquor stores

Liquors are normally transported in durable cardboard bins from the manufacturer to the stores which sell the goods. Once the ones products hit the cabinets, those bins will not be used. If there are any liquor stores near your region, call each of them and inquire if you may have their used bins. Inform them the manner you’re going to use these movers and packers in Hyderabad packing containers and after they agree to offer you their vintage packing containers, schedule a select out-up with them.

2. Grocery stores

Similar to liquors, different products available in the groceries are also transported the usage of bins. This is a less complex and price-powerful manner of transporting several products at the same time. Once personnel from the grocery dump these merchandise into the shelves, those transferring boxes might be useless to them. As one way of maximizing those packing containers, ask if you may have them for use as your moving bins. Since groceries are usually busy, it’s exquisite in case you visit the popularity quo in my opinion and let them apprehend your intentions.

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3. Recycling middle

A lot of human beings throw away bins because of the truth they don’t want them anymore. However, since you’re shifting soon, those containers are very vital to you. These are basically key with a view to have a trouble-unfastened flow into. If any recycling middle for your city, inquire if you may have some used boxes. Since their previous proprietors already disposed those bins, you’ll have better probabilities of having them and the use of them to your very very own. Asking shifting boxes from a recycling is like hitting birds with one stone – you’ll be getting your moving resources without cost whilst decreasing the trash for your community.

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Moving will require cash from you, and as a home proprietor, you ought to be capable of keep cash on every occasion viable. After all, your function as a proprietor of a house doesn’t surrender the immediate you arrive to your new domestic; you moreover might need to think on how you may in all likelihood pay all your bills within the coming years. Aside from developing with the correct price range for your upcoming circulate, store extra money with the resource of having free moving packing containers alternatively of purchasing them. Follow the suggestions from this text so you can Chandigrah movers and packers in the end experience a strain-loose pass without breaking the financial group!

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WHAT IS CORRUGATED CARDBOARD AND WHY IS IT ESSENTIAL FOR SHIPPING GOODS?

Did you know that approximately 95% of all products in North America are shipped in corrugated cardboard containers?

In fact, corrugated boxes are such an essential part of our supply chain, that packaging manufacturers were able to continue operations through the COVID shutdowns as essential business entities.

Corrugated cardboard is very durable by design and consists of multiple layers: an outside liner, an inside liner, and a fluted layer between the two. The three layers are glued together to create corrugated cardboard.

Also referred to as corrugated fiberboard, the material offers significant advantages over other options when it comes to shipping.

The Advantages of Corrugated Cartons for Shipping

Plain and simple, corrugated cardboard boxes provide the right level of protection for goods in transit.

Shipping cartons can go through a lot from the warehouse to their final destination. Corrugated packages are designed to survive bad weather, bumpy roads, sudden temperature changes, or rough handling–all while keeping products safely intact.

While no corrugated package is completely indestructible, the materials and makeup of these containers are more likely to protect your products in transit.

Your customers are more likely to be happy when products arrive in top condition. If customers receive a damaged or broken item, they will be unhappy. And we all know that unhappy customers are less likely to make a repeat purchase.

Even though corrugated cardboard packaging is very sturdy, it is also lightweight. This can help keep shipping costs down.

Corrugated boxes can be fashioned into a variety of shapes, allowing your company more control over the kind of unboxing experience your consumers will have when your products arrive. This is especially important for e-commerce businesses that ship consumer goods.

And finally, corrugated cardboard boxes are constructed of renewably-sourced materials. Since they are made mostly from trees, a renewable resource, this kind of packaging is very easy to recycle. When recycled properly, corrugated cardboard packaging is processed into paper products and even new boxes.

What’s also great about corrugated cardboard is its multi-use properties. Thanks to the material’s durability, many corrugated packages can be reused multiple times before they even hit the recycle bin.

The sustainability of corrugated cardboard is also what makes this material very affordable.

How Cosmetics Boxes Help Your Brand

Every woman wants to look attractive and beautiful. For this purpose, a variety of cosmetic products are used. Cosmetics, itself is a symbol of beauty. Therefore its packaging should be such that which complements the product. Every day, a number of cosmetic brands are introduced in the market offering a wide range of cosmetic products at more competitive prices. It becomes extremely difficult for the customers to choose among a number of alternates. Packaging plays an important role in this regard. The brands which succeed in creating perfectly designed cosmetics boxes for their product range wins the race. As the packaging box is the first thing with which customers get interacted. So the custom printed boxes should be attractive enough to grasp the attention of the customers at first sight. Moreover, your display packaging plays an imperative role in promoting your brand and making it recognizable for the customers. Below are some of the ways how cosmetics boxes help your brand:

Protect The Products

Using cosmetics boxes for your product range is the best way to protect your products from any damage. When a product is shipped, the chance of damage increases due to various reasons like mishandling, carelessness, stacking or the vehicle may get accident etc. Using perfume boxes for your products reduces the risk of potential hazards. They keep the delicate items safe during transportation, storage, shipment or when placed on retail shelves. Cosmetic are the things which every woman prefer to try before purchase. Cosmetics boxes at TheCustomboxes provide the products from accidental damage, fall or mishandling by the users. They are designed from highly durable cardboard material. It acts as moisture resistant and saves the content from humidity, sunlight or changes in temperature. This increases the useful life of the product. Only if a company ensures safe delivery of its products to the customers, he is able to compete in the market.

Speed Up Decision Making Process

Designing the cosmetic display packaging in an attractive manner is a great way to speed up the decision making process. Heavily promoting the product on media is not only the way to boost up the sales. Rather packaging is a thing which creates a great difference. Well designed custom printed boxes create a positive impact on the minds of the customers thus stimulating their purchase behavior. As it’s a matter of just a few seconds, so customers do not have time to evaluate the pros and cons of a product when they shop. Therefore, cosmetic packaging should be such that it puts a valuable first impression on the customers and speeds up the decision making process.

Attracts The Customers

Shoppers are influenced by the cosmetics boxes which look attractive and different from others. Customers always prefer something innovative. A packaging which creates a great shelf impact has the ability to attract a heap of customers. Color plays an important role in this aspect. Different colors create a different psychological impact on the minds of the customers. Therefore, before finalizing a color for your brand, make an analysis that who are your target customers and which influence them the most. Customers never give a second chance to the cosmetic packaging which looks unattractive. So it’s one time chance to win the race. Many of the brands have changed their cosmetic packaging to attractive gift boxes to fascinate the customers. It’s a useful tactic which proves highly significant.

What is the Future of Food Box

On Monday, March 22, the USDA held a 12-hour listening session to hear feedback from the public about the Farmers to Families Food Box Program. The program was created almost a year ago at the peak of the pandemic lockdown. It was designed to quickly move surplus commodities from farmers to consumers in need and hopefully support some idled workers and distribution systems in the process. The goals were broad, and the rules were loose.

There were many criticisms that the rules were too loose and the cost was too high, and about four months in, the USDA put more structure into place around the program. At that point, the program seemed to shift the balance more toward providing food for people in need rather than supporting farmers or the supply chain. The USDA was providing direct payments to farmers and the media had stopped reporting on crops being plowed under and milk being dumped. Yet, there was plenty of footage of cars lined up for miles to receive the food box. That shift to helping consumers, and the earlier criticisms, led the USDA to focus more on cost per box in the later rounds of the program.

The Truth About Paper Bags

These days, when you hear the question, “Paper or plastic?” the answer is an almost instinctive “Paper!” We all know that plastic is terrible for the environment, and that plastic bags, in particular, are clogging up our oceans, choking our wildlife and generally wreaking havoc on the world.

Because of this, and because the paper bag industry has positioned itself as the solution for decades now, we rarely stop to ask a critical question: Is paper actually that much better?

The truth is, no, it’s not. Paper does a lot of damage to the Earth as well, and every time we unthinkingly grab a few bags at the checkout stand, we contribute to that damage. It’s time to learn the truth about paper bag, so we can start making better choices today.

Because the answer to “Paper or plastic?” should actually be “Neither … I brought my own.”

Not That Much Better Than Plastic

Paper bags just seem friendlier to the environment, right? They don’t have that slick petroleum look like plastic bags do; they’re a cheerful kraft color; they fold up neatly to stack in your cupboard for next time (assuming they didn’t get destroyed this time).

But research, such as this report, makes clear that plastic really doesn’t have much on plastic. To wit:

It doesn’t break down any faster than plastic in landfills. That’s because, while paper breaks down much faster under ideal conditions, landfills are not ideal conditions. The lack of light, air and oxygen means pretty much nothing decomposes, so paper and plastic are destined to spend equal amounts of time there.

Gift paper bags are bigger than plastic, which means they take up more space in landfills. They’re recycled at a higher rate, which mitigates that fact, but that still means they still have a greater per-bag impact on landfills.

It takes four times as much energy to manufacture a paper bag, as compared to plastic, and the raw materials have to come from trees, a natural resource that is otherwise carbon-fixing. Making paper bags not only adds waste to the world, it kills one of our greatest tools for fighting pollution.

Paper bags generate 70 more air pollutants than plastic.

They generate 50 times more water pollutants than plastic.

It takes 91 percent less energy to recycle a plastic bag than it does a paper bag.

Shopping paper bags are very thick, so shipping them costs more fuel per bag.

This report is admittedly biased toward plastic (and reusable bags), but if this is starting to sound like a vote for plastic bags, think again. Plastic leaches chemicals into our oceans and waterways, breaks into small pieces and accumulates in the stomachs of baby birds, strangles fish and collects into great seafaring clumps that become islands and continent-sized garbage patches. The point isn’t that plastic is good; it’s that our unwavering assumption that paper’s okay is wrong.

Here are a few more reasons not to trust that paper bag’s cheerful, eco-friendly-looking fa?ade.

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jinlinktech · 5 years ago

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How to make your market pallet display more attractive?

Summary:Pallet display is the product display rack in market, sometimes one brand one display, and sometimes multi-brands use one combined pallet display. As we know, the pallet is not easy to get even you have to pay a lot of money to market, then how to make your money and pallet more attractive and effective to increase your products sales volume?

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Inexpensive Kitchen Wall Decorating Ideas

Add splash to your kitchen walls without breaking your budget with these inexpensive and unique ideas. Your walls cover a lot of space in the kitchen and you can give it a little redo on a tight budget by being a little bit creative. Whether you have a special theme in mind or just updating your look, these ideas below might be able to get you started Decorative plates are one of my favorite kitchen wall decorations. Colorful plates are much less expensive than prints or painting and can add pizzaz to your walls. You can hang them on fancy wrought iron hangers that cost about $20.00 each or just buy inexpensive spring type hangers for a couple of bucks. If your kitchen has a special theme, you can get plates that match or compliment the theme. If your kitchen is just a colorful mish mash then you can use colorful plates to accent and add interest. You can group plates with a certain theme like plates with birds on them or plates with cats or even plates with scenes of your hometown. In the event you beloved this post as well as you would want to receive more details relating to kitchen design i implore you to visit our own website. Plates can be bought cheaply at yard sales, consignment stores and flea markets. Another great decorating idea for your kitchen walls is family photos. You can put them in frames that match your decor and arrange them on the wall. They can fit into any decorating scheme but if your kitchen is vintage, Victorian or french country all the better! Plus they add an interesting nostalgia to the room and you get to actually display them instead of keeping them in a closet! Wallpaper borders are a great inexpensive way to decorate kitchen walls and they don’t take a lot of time or skill to put up. You can even add them in with any of these other kitchen wall decorating ideas for some added zest. Wallpaper borders can be run at the top of the wall, the back splash, or chair rail height. Measure out how much you need and then try rummaging through the bargain bin at the store. I love to use architectural pieces in decorating and the kitchen walls are no exception! While it’s true some antique pieces are quite pricey you can still find pieces that might not be too old but still have a nice chippy paint look for less than a fine antique. Try hanging out at the dump or driving around on trash day! Depending on your kitchen decorating scheme, you might want to add some iron grates, wooden columns or fancy metal architectural pieces to your walls. Just hang them up like pictures and they make a unique and unusual display. Some old heating grates in fancy designs or those architectural stars that hang on old buildings might be nice for a country look. You can use wooden pieces from old houses, porch railings or even columns (you can cut them in half lengthwise and make them look like they are holding up the wall! Probably the least expensive kitchen wall decorating idea is faux painting. This does take some skill but you can usually get free lessons down at your local paint store or Home Depot. It’s a good idea to practice on large pieces of cardboard before you take your brush to the walls. You can even tack the cardboard up on the wall and use it to decide if that’s what you really want for the walls before you go to all the trouble of painting.

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sere22world · 6 years ago

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Where to get help if cardboard display gets problem during the use?

In-store shelf cardboard display and has grown significantly in the last several decades. Clients are the cost advantages associated with packaging, while at the same time or cardboard display that drives sales and remains true to their own brand as well as increasingly focused on sustainability.

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theforbiz · 6 years ago

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