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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 2, 2011 14:14:14 GMT -5
Eleanor sighed as she turned the steak over. She'd been caught trying to steal a baby Spoink from its nest. She supposed the rules of Pokemon capture didn't quite extend to grabbing a baby Spoink and running so quickly it almost died from lack of bouncing.
She grimaced as the smell of roast Tauros filled her nostrils, along with a healthy dose of steam which made her have to resist the urge to sneeze.
God-dammit this didn't feel very glamorous at all. When she had been told she would be doing her community service in Chez Jones, she had assumed that she would be working in some high tier restaurant. Of course, it was community service, and the quality hadn't quite lived up to the fancy French name.
She coughed as she inhaled another cancer's worth of smoke. Her clothes were also totally inappropriate for the situation. It was a white dress that nicely revealed her cleavage, now rather inelegantly sweaty from the hot kitchen and the running around that came with it.
The dress came to her knees, so her legs at least had some relief, though the purple flower pinned in the chest was starting to prick at her torso, and it was just plain obnoxious tottering around the kitchen in her Cinderella-esque shoes.
Not to mention the fact that kitchens were not six foot tall person friendly. She was consistently banging her head on the pots and pans hung around. This was just fucking irritating.
Woe betide anybody that pissed her off tonight. She was in a mood for murder.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 2, 2011 14:16:37 GMT -5
Hahahaha...! How much food was he going to eat in one night? Susumu didn't know, stumbling out of Club Verona as he was exhausted from the crazy crowds and drugs. It was such a whirlwind of events, but that was fine. He was lured closer to the smell of food, recalling a rather decent looking restaurant in the area. Some of the less obnoxious Halloween crowd was slipping inside, so he figured why not.
Getting himself a seat at a booth mostly for his lonesome self, he glanced through the menu. Oh god, they had steak? "Grilled Miltank Steak, and I'll have a Dr.Pepper with it." He responded to the waiter the moment the well dressed man (with devil horns on his bald head) came by. With a curt bow, the waiter scuffled out into the kitchen, suddenly looking very informal as he glared at Eleanor.
"Order UP! Grilled Miltank steak, get to it." He demanded, before getting the damn customer his fucking Dr.Pepper. Turns out the waiter had some anger issues and spent a few nights in jail recently, so this was his community service. He scowled as he wandered back to Susumu, eyes twitching as he gently rested the pop on the table. "Ah, thanks." Susumu mused, flipping through his phone out of boredom as the waiter felt like kicking the fucking wall.
ooc//Outfit
Waiter can be controlled by anyone~ it's just...for fun, haha. And yes I'm buying the damn Miltank Steak for 6500 PD. I'll have to ask f what it is again.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 2, 2011 14:48:17 GMT -5
The waiter was ordering her around like she was some kind of slave. She bristled with indignation but restrained herself. She would rather neither of them ended up outside the restaurant with multiple stab wounds, and she had the feeling one of them would if she picked a fight with him.
She heard a familiar voice as she tipped the steak onto the platter with a little salad. and carried it out towards the customer. The steak and its platter were both huge, but she carried it one handed towards the designated table, ready to fake politeness, when-
"Oh. Whale boy." She smiled at him as she placed the platter on his table with a clang, stretching inelegantly as the waiter glared at her, clearly wanting her to get back into the kitchen where he clearly thought she belonged, but she ignored his gaze.
Little did she know that, upon seeing Shamu, she had relaxed and refrained from the careful instructions drunkenly given to her by Jones on platter placement, and didn't notice the extremely large, extremely hot steak and platter were beginning to slide off the table.
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Post by freeziepop on Nov 3, 2011 12:30:49 GMT -5
Freaks. That's what they all were, freaks. The people of Verona City had been normal enough, but one wrong turn later and Reese was surrounded by drag queens in Madonna costumes, a down-on-his-luck pimp and what looked to be a purple frog with a very impressive erection.
As Reese sat down at his table he glanced around the restaurant. Most of the snooty people inside didn't seem to be dressed too oddly. His face tightened slightly, brows furrowed as he caught sight of a red-head and her impressive bosom. He gulped as a reflex, suddenly sweaty and nervous. He tried to catch the eye of a male waiter and look as inconspicuous as possible. Fumbling with his napkin, he skimmed the menu and kept changing his mind on what he wanted. Not in the mood for Miltank, he flipped to the dessert menu. Rare candy tart? Now that sounded delicious.
"Uhm, excuse me?" he finally managed to summon a waiter and placed his order. Running his fingers through his long black hair, he glanced idly at the red-head again. God she was pretty. His pulse quickened and he tried not to stare, but couldn't help it. He only hoped she didn't look his way.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 3, 2011 14:19:00 GMT -5
Whale boy? Susumu was startled at the nickname as he turned to not only see a familiar face, but lots and lots of sweaty cleavage. Right there. Boom. Why was she dressed like that in such a place anyways? Chef Jones wasn't that fancy of a place, was it? Deciding to forget about clothing for a moment, his poker face cracked a smile at her. Eleanor might've been really cold and odd, but he had taken a liking to her from the few encounters he had had with her. Then again, he was mostly ignorant about the things she had been going around doing while in TD. "Holding such a giant tray like that, I didn't realize you were so bulky and muscular." He teased, not meaning any harm in such a comment as he eagerly awaited food.
Mmm, food. Food was always good, and the steak smelled so rich and delicious as it approached him. Wait, why was it getting closer when she wasn't even giving it to him? Eyes looked at the steak in question as his eyes slowly widened with the realization that it was sliding towards him. "G-God dammit wait---" He started to say when the piping, steaming hot steak landed square on the crotch.
Freeze time. Stop. Look up. Now look down. Eyes seemed to lose the soul within them as Susumu's lips parted to squeak out in pain. He hardly knew how to react until he felt nothing but HOT. He yelped then and slapped the steak off of his crotch, scrambling out of the booth with tears in his eyes as he started to pitifully fan the lower area. WHY. WHY. WHY. This was not how he wanted to spend his fucking Halloween!
ooc//Outfit
::miltank:: Level 10 GET? K. I add this and deduct pd.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 4, 2011 10:09:13 GMT -5
...Bulky? Muscular? She looked at her arms, a little self conscious now. But that self consciousness was soon to be overtaken by pure irritation. HE was calling her MUSCULAR? What did HE know about muscles? HE was the scrawniest little shit she'd ever se-
But her inner monologue, or more accurately, inner rant, was taken over by the piping hot steak and platter damaging Whale Boy's already fragile fertility. Under most circumstances she would have apologized, at the very least half heartedly, and offered to bring him a new one. But he had pissed her off, and she wasn't quite up for letting him off the hook.
Revenge was best served cold, and she planned to serve it very cold indeed. Strutting into the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of second rate but nicely chilled champagne, practically ripping the cork from the bottle and watching as foam flew to the surface.
Unable to resist after the day she'd had, she took a long drink before dousing Whale Boy's roasted crotch with the remainder of the bottle. "Is that better, Sir?" she asked loudly over the fizzling champagne, before putting the bottle on the table, still partially full. "On the house, Sir," she remarked with a smile, before going back into the kitchen.
Looking out the window of the kitchen for any signs of life, she watched like a hawk. A wide variety of Pokémon liked to lurk around the alleyway outside the restaurant, no doubt enjoying the scent of their boiling brethren.
Finally catching sight of something, she stretched her hand out the window and clamped on something, which let out a high pitched squeal as it was yanked unceremoniously into the kitchen to see the murderous glare of Eleanor.
From the dining room. squeals, clattering, and the occasional yell of profanity could be heard. The impatient, frustrated looking waiter stormed into the kitchen, ready to bellow at Eleanor, when a pan flew out of the kitchen and smacked him clean on the head. Stumbling for a few seconds, he went through Chez Jones' window, the shards of glass falling around his unconscious/dead form.
Finally there was a long, drawn out squeal and the sound of blood splattering somewhere, and then there was only the sound of sizzling.
Ten minutes later, Eleanor brought a platter containing something fried, yellow, brown and green. It didn't remotely resemble a Miltank.
"Here, Whale Boy," smiled Eleanor, trying to stroke her now tousled hair back into place, her dress and flower accessory splattered here and there with small but noticeable specks of scarlet. "Your replacement Miltank Steak. Enjoy."
With that, she went over to Reese, her smile once again genuine, or at the very ;east polite, as she looked at him. "Hello sir, and welcome to Chez Jones. Can I take your order?"
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Post by freeziepop on Nov 5, 2011 2:10:52 GMT -5
Reese was frozen with fear as he found himself face to face with Eleanor's sweaty breasts. "I... Rare Candy Tart," he said quietly. "And a cappuccino," he stumbled on his words like he was choking on a mouthful of dicks. He didn't see cappuccino on the menu but he assumed the restaurant had them. After all, it was a high class sort of place.
He tried not to stare but he found himself drawn to her more feminine parts. God what he would do to bury his face in those tits.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 5, 2011 15:08:04 GMT -5
Susumu was starting to ease back into the chair, wincing and tearing up at the bloody hot mark on his crotch that was making it hard to move. He didn't see Eleanor apologize or anything, but he had to wonder if she ever really was the kind to do that even if she did feel bad about it. One glance at her really made him question what was going through her mind just now. She started to do something odd with a wine bottle, then instantly sprayed the cold and tingling substance with first rate aim right on his burn wound. "Gaaaaahhhhh--" Arm banged firmly on the table as his hand repetitively struck the chair as he tried to endure the pain, he did realize that yes, that was cold but it didn't feel like it helped at all.
"T-Thank god." He managed to croak out when she mentioned it was "on the house", cause like hell he was paying for that. Fucking Eleanor, and he still saw her as a semi-decent person too. Just a very confused and sadistic one. He was trapped twitching in his seat until Eleanor returned, in too much pain to dare to move as she slammed the dish right in front of him.
First, he noticed the specks of red on her normally clean and white dress. Sure she looked awfully sweaty, but he was pretty sure that she wasn't sweating blood just now. "W-White isn't the best color when you're pmsing." He managed to crack out as a joke, mostly to amuse himself since she was being such a bitch, and he started to pick at the Sunkern salad with his fork. Not a Miltank Steak, but at this point he was abused enough to eat anything. He put it into his mouth without thinking and made the most sour and disgusting face.
"Urrrg...bitter." He stated, spitting a little as his free arm bolted for the glass of Dr. Pepper next to him, gulping it down quickly to cover up the taste. Damn her...! Dammit dammit! She was going to pay some way or another!
ooc//Outfit
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 8, 2011 11:19:39 GMT -5
Eleanor smiled sweetly at Shamu from her spot at Reese's table, before turning back and hearing Reese's order. Her smile stiffened on her face, and she almost broke the pen attached to the notepad for taking orders with her bare hands.
"I don't think you've looked at the menu," she said, her voice still perfectly sweet, but now sounding strained and irritated. "If you used those two messed up spheres you call eyes you would see we don't serve cappuccinos."
"But no. Don't bother looking at the menu now," she continued, on a roll at this stage. "You can have your low fat, rich guy cappuccino with all the little chocolate sprinkles there. Does it make you feel intelligent to say a four syllable word or do you just take pleasure in being an ignoramus who orders something we don't have?"
Flinging her apron off and onto the customer's head, she reached into her dress and pulled out a 20 PD bill. "Here. It's on me. We have semi skimmed milk in the top fridge if you want to lose some of that weight your ass is packing."
And with that, she grabbed a chair and dragged it over to Shamu's table, taking great care to smack it into Whale Boy's legs on the way past. Sitting down, she dragged the plate of fried Sunkern to her with a goosebump inducing screech as the plate was dragged along the table. Tucking in with a sullen expression on her face, she looked up at Shamu with a face that was almost pitiful.
"Hey Whale Boy. Got salt?"
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Post by freeziepop on Nov 26, 2011 14:41:29 GMT -5
Reese sat very still. Eyes darted all around the room, finally settling on the back of Eleanor's head. She was pretty even from behind. Especially from behind, he thought with a tiny grin. The way she moved was intoxicating, and there was something sexual about the way she spoke such cruel and filthy words so casually. He had to know more.
Mustering up all of his courage, he slowly got up from his table and yanked his chair to the other table. "H-hi. I'm joining you. I uh, I like the way you speak," he said to Eleanor. Then he glanced at Shamu. "I'm Reese. What's your name?"
What a loser.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 26, 2011 17:31:17 GMT -5
Susumu was glad to have a brief break from Eleanor, picking at his salad with a grumble of distaste. He nibbled at it, not sure what to make of the meal other than 'urrrrggg'. He shivered, giving up on it as he ignored the red head as she tended to other customers. From the sounds of it, apparently she wasn't just being a bitch to him. It was in general, poor guy. He didn't even bother to give them a look, feeling as if looking at the poor guy would only make him feel bad. He gave up on the salad and started mixing things into it in an attempt to try to make it better; sugar (didn't help), pepper (oh god that was a mistake), salt (ewww give up now) and finally some grape jam. This was ridiculous. He gave up on trying to save the meal as he toyed with the salt shaker in his hands, when suddenly Eleanor wandered up to him and tried slamming the chair in to his leg.
Thank god he was sitting far enough in the booth, but the sound startled him enough to inch away from her. "Welcome back." He said dryly, noticing how she took his messed up concoction and started to pick at it, even asking for salt. How pointless to even try to hide the salt shaker in his hands now, and with a nod he slid it over to her. "Good luck eating that mess." He teased a little, before noticing an extremely wimpy looking guy pulling up a chair as well, making this table look extremely weird and awkward.
'Do I smell or something?' He thought, concerned because they weren't joining him in the booth, but blocking his exits with the chairs they pulled up. Well, shit. This was bad. The guy introduced himself as Reese, and he had to wonder if he was a friend of Eleanor's. Susumu gave her a questioning look, prepared to take whatever hints about what she thought about him to heart. "Call me Shamu." He decided, not wanting to be formal here. "Not planning on eating here today, Reese?" He asked more casually when he noticed that he didn't have anything to eat. Join the club.
ooc//Outfit
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