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I'm kind of wondering if it's a running gag for Adrienna to get inconvenienced by somebody when she sets foot inside a Walmart supercenter.
This story has multiple choice, although only one of them is canon to the chronology I'm writing.
It was the year 2011. Adrienna, was in a Rush gymnasium in Walker Springs, in Knoxville, Tennessee. She had just finished the last of her weight exercises, and was now headed for the aerobics training room.
Adrienna was 25 years old. She was average female height. She was slim, but extremely athletic. She was very profoundly trained in the martial art of Ninjutsu, and far more skilled than a typical ninja. Her hair was long, straight, and naturally golden. For the duration of her exercises, it was tied back in a bun. She was 95% white and 5% native American. The native American aspect came from her mother's side of the family. Adrienna was dressed in a black one-piece fully body unitard. On her feet, she was wearing white socks and white fitness shoes.
Adrienna entered the aerobics training room, and walked to the center of the room. She stood still with her eyes closed and her fists tightly clenched. Tension built inside her. She then vented the resulting rage and every other emotion she was feeling into her moves, which she executed with profound grace, precision, and power. Although her mentor, Grandmaster Hiroshi, had always taught her to always maintain a peaceful state of mind, all the warfare and bereavements she had recently been through made that a very hard thing to do. She practiced intensely until she was too tired to continue. The emotional pains in her did not let up though. She left the room, and went to the locker room. She went to the locker she had picked out, turned the combination on the lock she had left on the door. She retrieved her beige khaki pants that she had left in the locker, and put them back on over the lower half of her unitard. She closed the locker's door, and put the lock in her left pants pocket. She pulled her phone out of that same pocket, checked for any missed calls or messages, and found none, so she put the phone back. Finally, she removed the hair tie from her hair, and put it in the same pocket as her lock and cell phone. In her right pocket was her wallet and keys. She then headed out the front door.
Adrienna was on her way to her motorcycle, a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy. She was near her motorcyle when memories of her experiences in Afghanistan swarmed everywhere in her head, including things that now had her riddled with guilt. "Please, God, help me!" she whimpered, clutching her head with both hands. "Please!" she continued. She then looked at her surroundings; no war battles, just a section of the civilian sector. She wasn't sure about trying to drive home in this emotional state. She felt it would be a good idea to at least try to let of some emotional steam by taking a walk.
"Jesus died for everyone's sins," Adrienna thought to herself, "Surely, that includes mine. I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior."
Adrienna started to cry, but pulled herself together.
Adrienna walked west, to Walker Springs Road, and went north, over interstate, and turned right onto the left shoulder of Walbrook Drive. She went east until she came across the Walmart supercenter. She remembered the time she took an aimless walk inside the Walmart in Fort Myers, and had an argument with a Bible-thumping fundamentalist in the parking lot. What were the chances of Adrienna encountering another one this time, in a different place?
Adrienna went to the store, and entered through the "home and pharmacy" entrance. The last time she had ever set foot in this store was back in 1992, with her parents. She was 6 years old at the time. This store was bigger than the one in Fort Myers. Adrienna explored the place. She came across the alcoholic beverages section, but stayed away from it, because of her staunch beliefs against alcohol use.
"Hey!" a voice called out.
Adrienna ignored the voice, and continued on.
"HEY!!!!!" the same voice angrily yelled loud enough to echo all over the store.
Adrienna turned to where the voice was coming from, and saw a thuggish black woman looking angrily at her. The woman was wearing a black t-shirt, on which was sloppily written with bleach, "BLACKS RULE".
"Where the Jack Daniel's at?!" the woman asked in a hostile tone.
"I don't know," said Adrienna, "I don't work for Walmart."
"Well, get somebody who does!" the Jack Daniel's seeker demanded.
What do you think Adrienna should do?
A: Obey the Jack Daniel's seeker, and seek an employee
B: Offer to seek an employee for a monetary price
C: Directly refuse the Jack Daniel's seeker's demand
D: Pretend to seek an employee, and sneak away
E: Tell the Jack Daniel's seeker why she shouldn't consume alcohol
This story has multiple choice, although only one of them is canon to the chronology I'm writing.
It was the year 2011. Adrienna, was in a Rush gymnasium in Walker Springs, in Knoxville, Tennessee. She had just finished the last of her weight exercises, and was now headed for the aerobics training room.
Adrienna was 25 years old. She was average female height. She was slim, but extremely athletic. She was very profoundly trained in the martial art of Ninjutsu, and far more skilled than a typical ninja. Her hair was long, straight, and naturally golden. For the duration of her exercises, it was tied back in a bun. She was 95% white and 5% native American. The native American aspect came from her mother's side of the family. Adrienna was dressed in a black one-piece fully body unitard. On her feet, she was wearing white socks and white fitness shoes.
Adrienna entered the aerobics training room, and walked to the center of the room. She stood still with her eyes closed and her fists tightly clenched. Tension built inside her. She then vented the resulting rage and every other emotion she was feeling into her moves, which she executed with profound grace, precision, and power. Although her mentor, Grandmaster Hiroshi, had always taught her to always maintain a peaceful state of mind, all the warfare and bereavements she had recently been through made that a very hard thing to do. She practiced intensely until she was too tired to continue. The emotional pains in her did not let up though. She left the room, and went to the locker room. She went to the locker she had picked out, turned the combination on the lock she had left on the door. She retrieved her beige khaki pants that she had left in the locker, and put them back on over the lower half of her unitard. She closed the locker's door, and put the lock in her left pants pocket. She pulled her phone out of that same pocket, checked for any missed calls or messages, and found none, so she put the phone back. Finally, she removed the hair tie from her hair, and put it in the same pocket as her lock and cell phone. In her right pocket was her wallet and keys. She then headed out the front door.
Adrienna was on her way to her motorcycle, a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy. She was near her motorcyle when memories of her experiences in Afghanistan swarmed everywhere in her head, including things that now had her riddled with guilt. "Please, God, help me!" she whimpered, clutching her head with both hands. "Please!" she continued. She then looked at her surroundings; no war battles, just a section of the civilian sector. She wasn't sure about trying to drive home in this emotional state. She felt it would be a good idea to at least try to let of some emotional steam by taking a walk.
"Jesus died for everyone's sins," Adrienna thought to herself, "Surely, that includes mine. I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior."
Adrienna started to cry, but pulled herself together.
Adrienna walked west, to Walker Springs Road, and went north, over interstate, and turned right onto the left shoulder of Walbrook Drive. She went east until she came across the Walmart supercenter. She remembered the time she took an aimless walk inside the Walmart in Fort Myers, and had an argument with a Bible-thumping fundamentalist in the parking lot. What were the chances of Adrienna encountering another one this time, in a different place?
Adrienna went to the store, and entered through the "home and pharmacy" entrance. The last time she had ever set foot in this store was back in 1992, with her parents. She was 6 years old at the time. This store was bigger than the one in Fort Myers. Adrienna explored the place. She came across the alcoholic beverages section, but stayed away from it, because of her staunch beliefs against alcohol use.
"Hey!" a voice called out.
Adrienna ignored the voice, and continued on.
"HEY!!!!!" the same voice angrily yelled loud enough to echo all over the store.
Adrienna turned to where the voice was coming from, and saw a thuggish black woman looking angrily at her. The woman was wearing a black t-shirt, on which was sloppily written with bleach, "BLACKS RULE".
"Where the Jack Daniel's at?!" the woman asked in a hostile tone.
"I don't know," said Adrienna, "I don't work for Walmart."
"Well, get somebody who does!" the Jack Daniel's seeker demanded.
What do you think Adrienna should do?
A: Obey the Jack Daniel's seeker, and seek an employee
B: Offer to seek an employee for a monetary price
C: Directly refuse the Jack Daniel's seeker's demand
D: Pretend to seek an employee, and sneak away
E: Tell the Jack Daniel's seeker why she shouldn't consume alcohol
