We Can try again though, right?

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(Perspective changes back to Jezebel, standing infront of a huge building representing the world's biggest toy-store corporation) As Jezebel is walking into the building, she is getting strange glares from all the workers. However, Jez does not seem to mind. She's used to it. After all, her dad's the boss! "Good afternoon, Mila! I really need to go see my dad, can you let him know?" Jez approached the receptionist. "Oh? What do we have here? The spoiled little brat that oh-so seeks her daddy's attention! What are we going to do now?" Mila teased Jez. "Mila, I am constantly trying to ignore your useless banter, but this time something really important happened-" as Jez was broken off "Oh, what? Did you finally start getting your period?" Mila asked with a sly grin on her face "Ehm, no, I was just attacked by three men, rescued by a guy using unorthodox fight strategies, and sung to by what I am sure was a blonde, gazing...

(Continuation of a defeated Isaiah seen entering a broken down and shoddy mansion) "Yo!" was exalted in my direction with a rather deep voice "Hey Sensei..." I exclaimed in a defeated manner "What's the matter Isa? Oh and no need to call me Sensei anymore, just call me Yurl, alright?" I was instructed by my ex-teacher "Oh, I just failed at another job application.. these damned bastards.." "Well, I guess you're here so I can cheer you up then, right? Came to chill a bit now that your mother expelled you from your house?" He questioned in a speculative manner "Yea, chilling sounds good right about now, what have you been up to?" I wondered, as I am unsure how school was working out without me now "Just the usual stuff: teaching, lazying around, getting some new stuff...-" "Wait, hold on! You got some new stuff?! What you got?" I remarked excitedly, but this was a common reaction. I was stil...

(The perspective changes once again, with a view of Isaiaha staring expectedly at a tall and modern corporate building of sorts. His head is held high and he's holding a black briefcase in his left hand. His shoulders are squared to demonstrate his confidence in the job market. Is this what a manly man is supposed to look like!?) The scene cuts to a crying Isaiah being belittled with his hands between his legs, sobbing and pouting, lowering his head towards the interviewers- where did all this confidence from a second ago leave off to? "Did you serisouly expect for us to hire a newbie like you?!!" an older man could be heard shouting at little isaiah from corridors apart within the huge building "I sob thought t-t-t-that I-I'd be sob qualified for this p-p-position " I cried at them, too scared to even look into their faces directly "WHY?! Because you graduated from school a DAY ago?!" They attacked me. With words. Loudly. I think it was ok...

(Perspective changes back to Jez, Isaiah left making his grand "Heroic appearance") I stood there gasping at the situation, trying to grasp what confusing scene just unfolded. "Excuse me ma'am? Are you with us? Could you tell us what happened?" I turned around to see a middle-aged police officer looking at me worriedly, questioning me for answers as to what had happened. "Oh yes, sorry, it seems I am just a little shocked. Well, it appears these three despicable men were stalking me while I was in that dark alley, when this--" "And I saved her!!" exclaimed a blonde boy with a rather shit-eating grin on his face, but fiercesome red eyes showing that he is indeed powerful. "Sorry, who are you?" asked the police officer, doubting the blonde boy's authenticity in a singing manner, as if in a musical: ♪ I came looking for a wench in trouble ♪ It appears as if she was covered in rubble ♫ As the actions of these men caused...