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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 9, 2010 0:55:13 GMT
It was four-thirty on a Tuesday evening, the whole day had been warm and sunny, and now the sun was beginning to dip down in the orange sky. Most people were out with their friends right now, having fun, chilling out after a long day at school, but not Kiara. No. Even on a wonderful day like today, Kiara had to drag her tired little body down to town to work as a waitress in Moo Moo Cafe. The fifteen year old sophomore turned the corner and entered the cafe which overlooked the beach and the setting sun. It was a pretty sight, all Kiara wanted to do right now was go out and enjoy it. Instead, she walked into the kitchen, grabbed her white apron from the hook, and put it on, carefully tying the straps behind her back and smiling at the thirty year old cook, who was always cheerful and friendly. After asking how his day was, she exited the kitchen, notepad and pen in hand and headed toward the closest table, where an elderly couple were sat.
This is what it was like every day she worked here, she'd go round all the tables, have a small conversation with the people, take their order, walk to the kitchen to give in the order, come back out to do the same thing over and over again. She wished she could have one of those jobs where you could just listen to your iPod as you worked, but no, Kiara had to listen to do this job. After taking the old couple's order, she almost ran to the kitchen to give in their order, and picked up a tray which held two plates of toast and two coffees, to give to a younger couple, around the age of twenty or something. She allowed herself a quick look at the clock, which she usually avoided because she always ended up being disappointed in the amount of time she had left, and saw she still had one and a half hours to go. She started work at 4pm and finished at 6pm, the time was currently 4:30pm. Great.
She hurried over to a table where a solitary male sat, she thought she recognised him, but he was a year or so older than her, so they never really spoke. He had blonde hair a bright blue eyes, and was quite tall for his age. Probably post six foot or something. "What would you like?" Kiara asked, a little out of breath already from all the work she'd been given so far. He answered in a low voice, telling her he wasn't ready to order yet, so Kiara turned and left his table. Smoothing down the skirt of her dress as she did so. Kiara had always felt a little self conscious, around all boys, whether she knew them or didn't, or if she had a crush on them or not. It was just boys in general.
"I wish I could have a break." The dark haired girl sighed, leaning against the counter to talk to the friendly chef as she entered the kitchen. He laughed at her, though not in a mocking way like the other people did at school, "Don't we all." Was all he said in response before turning away from her to get on with his work. Kiara sighed and left the kitchen for what seemed like the 100th time today already. She scanned the area for any newly occupied tables and found only one, but didn't see who was sat there. She couldn't care less any more to be honest. She just wanted to go home. The only reason Kiara worked here was because no one else was going to give her money. No one else cared if she was rich or poor, so the sophomore had to take care of the situation herself. She had to work for her money, even if it did exhaust and depress her.
As she reached the table, she stared down at the floor and asked in a soft but dull tone, "Can I take your order please..?"
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Words: 688
Tags: Open
Lyrics: Heard It All -- Emilie Autumn
Listening To: Euphoria -- Collide
Outfit: Click!
Notes: Kiara's overworked. xD
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Post by andy on Oct 10, 2010 1:20:04 GMT
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AWAKE AT NIGHT YOU FOCUS
EVERYONE WHO HURT YOU.
It seemed to be a long morning for Andy. He was an insomniac, so all mornings were ling to him, since he only needed about four hours of sleep to be able to function well through the day. Having said that- he had worked as a bartender until the ungodly hours of the morning, then arrived home and slept for two hours, before he got up and started his studies for his class that would start around noon. Upon staring at the book and drawing for another hour, he found some inspiration to write a little- the studies were then pushed off the table and scattered across the floor, replaced with a guitar,a leather bound notebook, and a bottle of Bacardi. That took up four hours, and when he was finished it was around that time things started to open- so he took Scotti out for a walk, to which the Labrador replied enthusiastically by dragging Andy from street to street as he continued to ready from the lyrics book he had in his hand. As soon as he got home, he was forced to go to another lecture, having missed the last one since he was out of town. Three hours later he found himself at a cafe, hoping to get something to quench the hunger and get rid of the dry taste in his throat. He was frankly surprised that he was drunk when he attended class, seeing the amount he had consumed. However, the pot that he was smoking half an hour ago left him slightly stoned, and he found himself out of his game today. With little notebook was still in his hands as he entered the little place, taking a seat nearest to the window, he set his pack on the chair next to him, looking around at the empty seats that surrounded him before looking at the menu. Steel, icy blue eyes scanned the items on the menu before sighing. He didn't know what to get, usually there was a special each day around, right? Maybe he should get that, and two shots of coffee. Since he didn't sleep that much- he liked to have a lot of coffee to compensate for it. For some people, he was sure that two shots would just kill them, the amount of caffeine in it; but Andy needed something strong, and, as he glanced at the clock, he noticed it was about about four; and he had work at elven, he needed something to occupy his time with- maybe someone would approach him and talk to him. But from the looks of the particular cafe, the chance was unlikely, and if that wasn't enough to support of hypothesis, the way he dressed wasn't exactly friendly and charismatic either. With another sigh, he flipped open the bound book, pulling out a pen from the pocket of the pack sitting next to him. The pen had only touched the paper before a voice called out to him, a young voice. A voice of a little teenager, but she worked her, from what he could tell by her words. Looking up, he eyed her, confirming that she wanted to take his order. 'I'll have two shots of coffee, and do you have a special?' he asked her, his tone tired and a little worn. It was the same voice he used when he wasn't singing or anything. ( OUTFIT)
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 10, 2010 11:34:25 GMT
Kiara lifted her eyes from the floor and fixed her gaze on the ordering customer who, by the looks of it, was just as tired as she felt. She scribbled down notes on the paper she had in her hand, and then shoved it back into her pocket, her movements a little lazy for someone who had to at least pretend they wanted to be here, doing this job. Specials... Specials... Kiara tried to remember what it was today, if she had looked at the small chalk board outside with today's favourites. She rattled her memory, but couldn't recall stopping to read the sign, she sighed, taking a look around her for some sort of clue as to what it was, but there was nothing, and she couldn't just leave this guy to ask someone, because that would be completely rude of her to do so.
The dark haired sophomore put one hand on the table and leaned on it, moving her dark green optics back to the male, who looked like he was in college or something. She couldn't help but notice his eyes. She always seemed to look at people's eyes, and this guy had the nicest she'd seen in what seemed like forever. Of course, she wouldn't date him, I mean, he was... What? Seven years older than her? It was even against the law! So no, she wouldn't go out with him, even if he did have a style she liked. She was only complimenting him wordlessly. Was she not allowed to do that? Remembering his earlier question, she finally spoke, after what seemed like a long time.
"I'm not sure to be honest, I didn't check the sign today. I'm sorry, I suck at this job. Do you want me to ask the cook to surprise you?" She found that her Yorkshire accent stood out in this conversation for some reason. Maybe it was because her voice was lazier than she thought. It was quite embarrassing, if anything. She didn't like to stand out in any way at all, not any more. When she was younger, yes, she did like to have a lot of friends, she did like attention sometimes... That was five years ago. Now, all Kiara wanted to do was get on with her life, and make sure it couldn't get any worse than it was now. Which, she had to say, was just about impossible.
She hadn't met that many nice people in Bluewater Bay, only one guy who she sat next to in Chemistry; Riley Kimura. He stood up for her against the bullies who turned and laughed at her in the middle of class. The other people she had met in this place didn't like her that much at all. They either hated her, or ignored her. Out of both of those, Kiara would rather it be the case of them ignoring her. She hated it when people bullied her.
What was this guy like, really? Kiara didn't have a clue. It was highly likely that he was just going to forget about her after this short meeting and get on with his own life, and she was okay with that. Leaving her thoughts behind, she returned her eyes to the guy and waited for his reply.
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Words: 548
Tags: Andy Prowl
Lyrics: Heard It All -- Emilie Autumn
Listening To: --
Outfit: Click!
Notes: --
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Post by andy on Oct 10, 2010 15:10:16 GMT
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AWAKE AT NIGHT YOU FOCUS
EVERYONE WHO HURT YOU.
Andy could already tell that she had no idea what he was talking about. At first he thought that there was no special, and he was sitting there looking foolish. That was until she admitted that she had no idea what it was. She didn't know? What kind of waiter is she? Though the offer wasn't bad, he didn't know what to get to begin with.Andy hummed for a moment, thinking about the offer, he wasn't really a picky eater, but there were things that he wouldn't eat; most of them were meat. Usually, when he went to buy any meant be it pork or chicken, he had to always check to make sure it wasn't riddled with chemicals.Or he could just order his coffee and dig something out of his fridge when he came home today- though the thought of going home meant that he had to do his work, and wash the dog. How undelightlful, he was twenty one, knowing him, he would ever get it done anyways. He turned to her after a moment, snorting. 'Yea, I know how that is; sometimes I just hate my job,' he agreed. On the contrary, he was good at being a bartender, but there just days that he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, he didn't want to work, and on occasions he would mess up his orders and his boss would have a fit with him. That was pretty rare, Andy usually was mellow, and he enjoyed his job, he met friends, and newcomers become frequents, and frequents would become roommates (until roommate moved back to New Jersey). But everyone has a day where they just want to lay in bed and sleep, he was pretty sure it was one of those days for her, even if she hated her job or not. 'That would be fine- but I'm a vegetarian,' he said after a moment of thinking about it. He turned to her with an easy going smile, the pen he was holding absently drawing lines on the top corner of his notebook; he wasn't even thinking about it until he looked back at the paper and noted the abstract art that was on the paper, the sharp lines cutting the corners and the curve ways accentuating the overall... thing. He turned to her after a moment. 'I think that would be it for me,' he said with another smile at her. He also didn't each much- whatever the cook made, chances are that he wouldn't even finish it. ( OUTFIT)
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 28, 2010 13:35:06 GMT
At first, Kiara thought she'd annoyed him so much that he wasn't going to answer her. She felt a little stupid, actually. Just standing there, not saying anything. The sophomore wasn't sure whether to walk away or wait. Maybe he'd get up and walk out on her, whatever, she didn't want to just leave, because then she wouldn't be doing her job, but then she couldn't stand here all day, could she? After a few moments of waiting, he finally answered her, agreeing that sometimes he hated his job, too. Whatever that was. Kiara almost sighed a huge sigh of relief, but managed to hold it in. Instead, she nodded, and said, "I feel overworked today. There's just too much to do." To what she was feeling right now, overworked was an understatement. She still had loads more stuff to do when she got back to her dorm room, oh the joy. Kiara was beginning to realise that living alone, with no family was harder than she thought it would be. If she could go back in time...
But she couldn't. Forget about that. Snapping back to reality, she noticed the customer, who she didn't know the name of, seemed to be thinking about her offer. She waited, at least standing here, she was getting a rest from everything else. Kiara was aware of the fact she might even look tired. Worse than she felt, if that was possible. Her eyelids felt heavier than usual. She was a complete wreck. With her free hand, she rubbed both eyes, hoping to wake herself up a little. If this is what she was going to feel like every week then she'd better get used to it. She couldn't go in this way, in fact, she was beginning to consider not doing any of her homework tonight, and just going straight to bed. That sounded so great to her, but she knew she just couldn't. Now that she was alone, she had to work, because no one else was going to help.
"Okay, I'll tell 'im that." Kiara said, "Anything vegetarian." She paused for a moment, making a mental note. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes with your order." Saying that, she turned away into the kitchen, giving the cook the order, and then went back out to serve more people. She felt like she was getting weaker and weaker as she went around the tables. She'd never been this tired before, but she pushed herself to get her work done. After a few minutes, she turned back to the kitchen, giving the cook some more orders from other people, and picked up the surprise meal that the cook had prepared for the customer she was talking to earlier. She looked up at him as if to say, 'what is that?' he grinned at her, before cheerfully replying with, "Greek Salad. 'Tis nice!" Kiara tried to laugh at the friendly guy, but she found that she didn't want to waste energy on something like that, so she only smiled and walked out to the dark haired male she'd seen earlier.
"Greek Salad." Kiara said flatly as she reached him, placing it on the table, "Hope you like it. Is there anything else you would like?"
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Words: 545
Tags: Andy Prowl
Lyrics: Heard It All -- Emilie Autumn
Listening To: The Only Hope For Me Is You -- My Chemical Romance
Outfit: Click!
Notes: sorry it took so long. i fail so much. x:
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Post by andy on Oct 28, 2010 21:02:05 GMT
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AWAKE AT NIGHT YOU FOCUS
EVERYONE WHO HURT YOU.
Andy leaned back, slumping against the seat as he looked out the window for a moment, sighing as he then proceed to move forward into his original position. He was restless, it was apparent in his constant fidgeting in his seat. He turned to the paper and starting writing again, not lyrics, just words. The pen poised over the blank paper, he closed his eyes for a moment, his mind open to observe the world without looking. Somewhere outside, a kid was crying, a car sped down the street, people chattered and dogs barked. Inside- the cook was making something, the sound reaching his sharp ears without effort, light rock music was playing from the ceiling, and some people typed on their laptop while others sipped their drink. It was a rather uninteresting time of his life- but at the same time, it wasn't that boring. Opening his eyes, he started to write down what he had heard. Everything could be associated with someone; a ballad is the many difference forms of saying 'I love you', and it seemed it helped him think of the words when he took it in from his surrounds. But before he could do much, he arrived again, and being polite, he closed the book and pushed it aside, looking at the rabbit food displayed before him. 'Thanks,' he said simply, picking up the fork that was on the side of the salad and pushing around the food to see what there was. Just basic items really. Looking up at her, he looked around him for a moment, noticing that no one else was needing any attention at the moment- and he wondered if he could spare her a few minutes. 'Yea, company would be nice- I'm sure the girl behind the counter can take over for a little bit,' he requested. It was more of a suggestion, she didn't have to, but he wished he had a break when he was dead tired, and he had worked in a coffee shop before- so he knew if no one was coming it- the workers could chill for a bit- as long as they weren't slumping over a table or something. But at the same time, people run shops differently, can't help him for trying for her sake anyways. ( OUTFIT)
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Post by kiara louise foxglove on Oct 29, 2010 14:33:42 GMT
Well, out of everything this person could've asked for, he asked for company, something Kiara wasn't expecting to hear at all, especially from someone who was so much older than her. She was grateful, though, all the same. She slid into the seat opposite him, sighing her thanks, and covered her eyes with her hand. It felt so good to just close them, clear her thoughts, and take a break. Hopefully, no one would turn up for the next few minutes, and she wouldn't get into trouble for sitting down with a customer when it was her turn to be doing work. Kiara didn't need to do anything at that moment, though, so she guessed it wasn't all that much of a crime sitting down for a while. She uncovered her eyes again, and looked at the dark haired guy. She'd never seen him before.
"So, what's your name, anyway?" Kiara hoped he wouldn't mind her asking. They were still strangers to each other, but hey, it was an innocent question. She wasn't the older one here, and she was being friendly, so the question wasn't stalker-ish at all, was it? She looked at the time, her time was almost up, soon she'd be able to go home and do all the other stuff she had to or wanted to do. The rest of the night seemed plain and boring. She probably wouldn't get anything to eat until tomorrow, due to the state she was in, but she didn't feel hungry anyway, not even when she could see all these people around her stuffing their faces. She had to many other things to worry about, never mind eating, that wasn't important to her right now.
She turned her dark green optics to look out of the window, the one that overlooked the beautiful beach that was set here in Bluewater Bay. The sea looked so nice, glittering as the sun went down, the sand looked soft beneath the little dots Kiara could see as people. The beach was so inviting, if she had the time or energy, she'd want to run down there right away. She couldn't wait for the Christmas holidays to come around, then she'd get a break from school, from everything. She'd just be able to relax, like she wanted to. It all sounded so great to her, yet so far away. Two months. That's all she had to wait for her two week break, then it would be back to her normal routine. She wondered what the whether was like in California in winter. She'd never lived in or been to America in her lifetime until now. Was it cold, like England? Was it hot all year 'round? Did it rain? All of these things she couldn't wait to see. It made the sophomore wonder just how many years she would live in this place... Like everything else, that seemed so far away. She could hardly see herself in ten years time. Where would she be, who would she be with? She'd just have to wait and see...
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Words: 512
Tags: Andy Prowl
Lyrics: Heard It All -- Emilie Autumn
Listening To: A Strange Device -- Emilie Autumn
Outfit: Click!
Notes: --
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