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Something im doing for a friend and a story he's writing.
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Wish Cup Idea and Drawings By Kojiro Highwind, written by Drybones.

The clanking of the fidgety wheels echoed through the back halls of the Westfield Mall. Behind the glowing signs that the customers see, these were the tunnels of the malls storeage. Chuck and Nel walked down casually chatting about their social lives while trekking towards the storeroom of “Kojiro’s Super Cool Imports”. Chuck pulled along the dolly, Nel was along to help stack up the extra stock.

Chuck was a tall guy, in his early 20’s, he had a small pot belly and short black hair. Nel was tall and slim herself, 5’11 and about to turn 19, she had hardly a bust to speak of sporting perky A cups and a modest figure. Her brown hair bounced down to her shoulders as she walked. She was happy with the way she looked, and in her tight jeans her rear end did get more then a few guys (and some girls) to give her a second look. They both were sporting the stores uniform even though the place had closed for the night hours ago. A red polo with the stores poorly stitched on the left of the chest, with a pair of khakis.

This holiday season was the best in the small stores short history. It was the first of December and the storeroom halls were drafty from the cold winter air. Both Chuck and Nel were excited to get the last of the Santa Super Mario Plush toys so they could go home.

“God its freezing down here.” Nel stuttered rubbing her arms for warmth.

“I know, I hate retail this time of year!” Chuck complained. “211, here was are.”

Chuck stopped the dolly between himself and Nel then pulled out the storeroom key. He started to open the door when Nel interrupted him. “Hey, look, whose store room is that?”

Chuck looked up and turned to the far end of the hall. Sure enough one of the doors was open. He stepped over the dolly and walked towards it. “uh, 762, I think that’s the antique place that closed last month…”

Nel trotted up to him and peered inside. Everything was piled high inside the tiny storeroom.

“Come on Nel, let’s get this crap and go home.” Chuck groaned heading back to the dolly and their storeroom.

“Sure sure.” Nel grumbled before taking another peak inside. Glancing around something caught her eye. A purple and green glass bottle, it was tall and thin. It was dirty but seemed to twinkle in the florescent light of the halls. She quickly plucked it from the junk pile and shut the door to store room 762.

Chuck meanwhile opened the door to Kojiro’s storeroom and looked back to see Nel carrying the bottle.

“Your not really taking that are you?” He asked in a cynical tone.

“Whose gonna miss it the store closed!” Nel retorted. “You gonna tell on me?”

“None of my business” He sighed backing off the issue.

In a few minutes the two had loaded up the dolly and were on their way back. They walked back through the halls, to the freight elevator then back to the mall, and finally back to the import toy store. In less then 30 minutes the shelves were stocked and they were getting ready to leave.

As they headed out Nel was still clutching the gaudy purple and green bottle. Chuck shut and locked the glass doors.

“Night Nel, see you tomorrow right?”

“Yep. See ya then!” She replied nodding her head as the two went their separate ways for the night.

Nel walked through the empty, dimly lit food court to get to where she parked. She examined the bottle with childlike curiosity. She couldn't wait to get home to add it to her collection! She loved toys and knickknacks. To her stuff like this was to die for! She pushed the malls doors open and faced a stiff chill of air as she trotted to her car, eager to get home to clean it up and place it with her other curios. Tossing it on the empty passenger seat of her old silver Ford Torus she buckled herself in and headed home.

She kept glancing at the on the drive home, stupidly grinning with excitement. She pulled into her reserved space in a particularly sloppy manner; she was to excited to park properly, she snatched the bottle and ran up to her apartment. She threw the door open and closed it quietly. Tossing her winter coat on the couch between her Pikachu pillows and grabbed a rag and began to clean up the old bottle. In no time it was shining like Christmas.

Nel held it out triumphantly beaming with pride when she felt the bottle grow intensely warm. Looked it at it in awe, jumping back when the bottles cap shot off across the room, knocking over her poor Metal Sonic figurine. Her hands remained stuck to the bottle at it spewed smoke throughout the room. Poor nel began to cough and sputter on the strange smoke. But what she heard next made her blood stop cold. Her eyes locked forward her ears twitched when she heard a woman laughing joyously. Nel slowly turned her head as the smoke cleared.

A shapely woman stood before her. Grinning proudly at Nel. She was of average height but couldn’t look stranger. She looked like she was torn right from Aladdin, she wore pearl pink top over her ample breasts, and matching puffy pants. And on her feet were pointed red shoes. Her hair was as blue as a sapphire, wrapped just below her head into a thick ponytail that nearly stretched to the floor! The girl appeared to be clearly of Arab decent. She bowed to Nel and said.

“Greetings Mistress, I am Shillan. Genie of the bottle!” She proclaimed. Lifting her head she grinned wickedly. “And for summoning me, I am here to grant you a single wish!”

Description
Something im doing for a friend and a story he's writing.
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Wish Cup Idea and Drawings By Kojiro Highwind, written by Drybones.

The clanking of the fidgety wheels echoed through the back halls of the Westfield Mall. Behind the glowing signs that the customers see, these were the tunnels of the malls storeage. Chuck and Nel walked down casually chatting about their social lives while trekking towards the storeroom of “Kojiro’s Super Cool Imports”. Chuck pulled along the dolly, Nel was along to help stack up the extra stock.

Chuck was a tall guy, in his early 20’s, he had a small pot belly and short black hair. Nel was tall and slim herself, 5’11 and about to turn 19, she had hardly a bust to speak of sporting perky A cups and a modest figure. Her brown hair bounced down to her shoulders as she walked. She was happy with the way she looked, and in her tight jeans her rear end did get more then a few guys (and some girls) to give her a second look. They both were sporting the stores uniform even though the place had closed for the night hours ago. A red polo with the stores poorly stitched on the left of the chest, with a pair of khakis.

This holiday season was the best in the small stores short history. It was the first of December and the storeroom halls were drafty from the cold winter air. Both Chuck and Nel were excited to get the last of the Santa Super Mario Plush toys so they could go home.

“God its freezing down here.” Nel stuttered rubbing her arms for warmth.

“I know, I hate retail this time of year!” Chuck complained. “211, here was are.”

Chuck stopped the dolly between himself and Nel then pulled out the storeroom key. He started to open the door when Nel interrupted him. “Hey, look, whose store room is that?”

Chuck looked up and turned to the far end of the hall. Sure enough one of the doors was open. He stepped over the dolly and walked towards it. “uh, 762, I think that’s the antique place that closed last month…”

Nel trotted up to him and peered inside. Everything was piled high inside the tiny storeroom.

“Come on Nel, let’s get this crap and go home.” Chuck groaned heading back to the dolly and their storeroom.

“Sure sure.” Nel grumbled before taking another peak inside. Glancing around something caught her eye. A purple and green glass bottle, it was tall and thin. It was dirty but seemed to twinkle in the florescent light of the halls. She quickly plucked it from the junk pile and shut the door to store room 762.

Chuck meanwhile opened the door to Kojiro’s storeroom and looked back to see Nel carrying the bottle.

“Your not really taking that are you?” He asked in a cynical tone.

“Whose gonna miss it the store closed!” Nel retorted. “You gonna tell on me?”

“None of my business” He sighed backing off the issue.

In a few minutes the two had loaded up the dolly and were on their way back. They walked back through the halls, to the freight elevator then back to the mall, and finally back to the import toy store. In less then 30 minutes the shelves were stocked and they were getting ready to leave.

As they headed out Nel was still clutching the gaudy purple and green bottle. Chuck shut and locked the glass doors.

“Night Nel, see you tomorrow right?”

“Yep. See ya then!” She replied nodding her head as the two went their separate ways for the night.

Nel walked through the empty, dimly lit food court to get to where she parked. She examined the bottle with childlike curiosity. She couldn't wait to get home to add it to her collection! She loved toys and knickknacks. To her stuff like this was to die for! She pushed the malls doors open and faced a stiff chill of air as she trotted to her car, eager to get home to clean it up and place it with her other curios. Tossing it on the empty passenger seat of her old silver Ford Torus she buckled herself in and headed home.

She kept glancing at the on the drive home, stupidly grinning with excitement. She pulled into her reserved space in a particularly sloppy manner; she was to excited to park properly, she snatched the bottle and ran up to her apartment. She threw the door open and closed it quietly. Tossing her winter coat on the couch between her Pikachu pillows and grabbed a rag and began to clean up the old bottle. In no time it was shining like Christmas.

Nel held it out triumphantly beaming with pride when she felt the bottle grow intensely warm. Looked it at it in awe, jumping back when the bottles cap shot off across the room, knocking over her poor Metal Sonic figurine. Her hands remained stuck to the bottle at it spewed smoke throughout the room. Poor nel began to cough and sputter on the strange smoke. But what she heard next made her blood stop cold. Her eyes locked forward her ears twitched when she heard a woman laughing joyously. Nel slowly turned her head as the smoke cleared.

A shapely woman stood before her. Grinning proudly at Nel. She was of average height but couldn’t look stranger. She looked like she was torn right from Aladdin, she wore pearl pink top over her ample breasts, and matching puffy pants. And on her feet were pointed red shoes. Her hair was as blue as a sapphire, wrapped just below her head into a thick ponytail that nearly stretched to the floor! The girl appeared to be clearly of Arab decent. She bowed to Nel and said.

“Greetings Mistress, I am Shillan. Genie of the bottle!” She proclaimed. Lifting her head she grinned wickedly. “And for summoning me, I am here to grant you a single wish!”