by Sindrya » Wed Nov 30, 2016 6:01 am
by Finsternia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:14 am
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by North Arkana » Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:31 am
by New Antonalia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:56 am
by North Arkana » Wed Nov 30, 2016 9:55 am
New Antonalia wrote:Robert Blair
"New town, now school, new job." Robert said, as he walked into the the Glutton's Diner. Several people were already there, but he doubted that they'd last long. "With this many people, it must be a highly competitive job, or at least a good paying for a part-time job." Some of the people he saw at school, others were completely new to him, but he couldn't let that stand in his way. This was too coincidental for him, considering his brother applied for the same job back in Sunset Gates, and for there to be another job with the same title here in Hunter's Woods, all sorts of alarms were going off in his head. That and the fact that he got this weird vibe while trying to find the place put him at a greater unease.
Despite the comfortable temperature inside, he decided to keep his jacket on and walked and grabbed a cup of coffee, pouring milk and a lot of sugar in it, before walking over to one of the booths. "So, how long do you think the owner is going to keep us waiting." He said to the other occupant, a slender girl who looked about the same age he was. "And what do you think the owner means by soul reaping. I mean my brother had a job with the same title back in Sunset Gates, but I had no idea what he did before he disappeared."
by Finsternia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 10:13 am
North Arkana wrote:Silvia Cole
"It's a part time job. I don't expect it will."
If one hadn't been walking through the diner and checking the booths for occupants, one would have missed the slim female sitting in one of the booths, barely sipping at her coffee. Her clothes were reminiscent of a school uniform from some formal school, yet with enough alterations to make them acceptable for wear even after graduation. Silvia stood, picking up the blazer style coat and bag in the booth with her, and walked with her coffee out to a more open seat in the diner.
"I didn't think there'd be other people showing up. I mean, 'soul reaping'. One wonders who's crazier, the employer, or the willing employees."
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by New Antonalia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 10:25 am
North Arkana wrote:Silvia Cole
"I don't know. The job could just be some joke, or could be exactly what it says it on the box. Might even be a cover for human trafficking. No way to tell when a job is advertised for something absurd in a serious manner."
Silvia takes another sip of her coffee, frowning slightly as she seems take the time to taste it carefully for an extended period of time. After swallowing, she looks at the newcomer in her booth with cold eyes.
"You don't seem to worry too much about giving the wrong impression by walking up to a girl like you are. Don't even bother to introduce yourself."
by Kazarogkai » Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:05 am
by North Arkana » Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:12 am
New Antonalia wrote:"Wasn't going to, though you're right, I don't give two shits what anyone thinks of me, casually or professionally. But since you're acting like a little bit of a bitch, I'm going to introduce myself. Robert Blair, that's the only thing you need to know about me." Robert said, sipping his coffee returning her coldness with sarcasm. He was getting mixed vibes from her and didn't know what to make of her, so he sat there in silence, trying to get a reading on her. "I take you had a rough childhood?" He finally said after a few moments of silence, a hint of sympathy in his voice. "And I take it your school life wasn't very pleasant either."
by WaRtArIa » Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:19 am
by Finsternia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:31 am
Wartaria wrote:Clad in a royal blue blazer, a white shirt, and a black khaki skirt, Renee walked in front of the diner, feeling the creeping feeling of dread rising up.
”Do I look professional enough? Am I going to stutter? Will I get the job?
Pushing the door open, Renee glanced around, noticing the lively atmosphere of the diner. The strong aroma of entrancing and delectable coffee wafted into her sensitive nose. On the other side of the table, there was a concoction that looked remarkably like hot chocolate. Although it was tempting to drink the delicious-smelling coffee, Renee shook her head at the thought. Renee was attempting to shake off her coffee addiction, and the sight in front of her wasn’t really helping. She poured herself a cup of hot chocolate, and tiredly rubbed her eyes.
The sugar made Renee more awake, more energetic, and happier in general. A thought came to Renee’s head. There was an unusually large amount of people in this unassuming and quaint little diner. It was likely that this job either paid well, or that there was a lot of competition in this area. Sighing, Renee realized that getting this job would be a bit harder. God, if she didn’t get a job soon, her parents were going to kill her.
A glasses-wearing man in a bright-colored purplish coat was next to Renee. He seemed like a quiet but eccentic-looking guy. He was one of the few candidates that seemed open to some small talk to pass the time, so it couldn’t be that bad to socialize with him, right? “H-hi there... I’m Renee, it’s nice to meet y-you.”
Crud. Renee was already stuttering, and the interview didn’t even start yet. She sighed to herself.
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Sindrya » Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:37 am
by Finsternia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:50 am
Sindrya wrote:The door behind the counter creaked open. A mop of rainbow-colored hair popped out. Moving down, the hair seemed to be fixed on top of the head of a bespectacled man, whom judging from his face, probably was aged somewhere between 19 to 20 years old. He wore what seemed to be a black chef's coat, with both sleeves rolled up. From the waist down, behind his white tapered apron, one could see that he was sporting black trousers. A pair of black sports shoes covered his feet. Obviously he was the cook in this diner, and the lack of stains on his uniform clearly signified that today was a slow day at the diner.
"Cazzo", the rainbow-haired man said under his breath with a distinct Italian accent, scratching his scalp continuously. He glanced back at the kitchen area, where he emerged from, before closing the door. When he turned, his eyes grew wide in confusion.
Wait a minute, he thought. This is past the closing hour. There should be no more customer inside the diner at this hour. He narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar bunch of people gathered inside.
"Who are-"
His words were cut off when he saw the sign on the window. Then it all came back to him. "Oh, right.", he said. "Please wait a min- whoa."
He was distracted by the sight of one of the only fair maidens in there. Sitting inside a booth, drinking a cup of coffee, with a posture so prim and proper, wearing such a formal uniform. She gave off such an aura befitting the type of senorita I've categorized as "Ice Queens". So elegant, beautiful....
The rainbow-haired cook quickly broke free of his fantasies. Cazzo! Giorno, why are you always like this?! He coughed nervously, trying to go back to his previously serious tone. "Ah, please wait a minute here.", he said, before quickly stepping back inside the kitchen. A few knocks and a resounding "Padrone! They're here!" later, he stepped out again, this time bringing a slightly older man along.
This man, aside from his slightly spiky hairstyle, looked like a proper businessman. Just the kind of man you'd expect to run a place like this. Classic suit-and-tie, with dress pants and black loafers. His gaze was intense, almost like he was scrutinizing something all the time, just like he was right now, scrutinizing the candidate for new employees.
He was expecting more people than this much.
"Ah, you must be the new applicants.", he greeted them. "I was expecting more people to come by. Ah well, let's wait for a while. And- wait a minute."
He looked at them, dumbfounded. All of them are already drinking. Oh God.
"Please don't tell me you've already drank from the beverages from either pot."
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by WaRtArIa » Wed Nov 30, 2016 12:00 pm
by New Antonalia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 12:16 pm
North Arkana wrote:New Antonalia wrote:"Wasn't going to, though you're right, I don't give two shits what anyone thinks of me, casually or professionally. But since you're acting like a little bit of a bitch, I'm going to introduce myself. Robert Blair, that's the only thing you need to know about me." Robert said, sipping his coffee returning her coldness with sarcasm. He was getting mixed vibes from her and didn't know what to make of her, so he sat there in silence, trying to get a reading on her. "I take you had a rough childhood?" He finally said after a few moments of silence, a hint of sympathy in his voice. "And I take it your school life wasn't very pleasant either."
Silvia Cole
"I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, and wanted for nothing," Silvia said with a straight face. "Then I threw it away all away on a whim, burned my bridges, learned how to live for myself, and never looked back, even when it nearly ended my life along with my family's."
She stated everything in a matter of fact manner, displaying no emotion one would normally associate with talking about a dead family.
"My school life was average though. Silvia Cole, by the way, is my name."
Silvia's final line was delivered with nothing to indicate she was attempting to set up some sort of joke using the story she had told. It was delivered with the same cold tone.
by North Arkana » Wed Nov 30, 2016 12:58 pm
Sindrya wrote:The door behind the counter creaked open. A mop of rainbow-colored hair popped out. Moving down, the hair seemed to be fixed on top of the head of a bespectacled man, whom judging from his face, probably was aged somewhere between 19 to 20 years old. He wore what seemed to be a black chef's coat, with both sleeves rolled up. From the waist down, behind his white tapered apron, one could see that he was sporting black trousers. A pair of black sports shoes covered his feet. Obviously he was the cook in this diner, and the lack of stains on his uniform clearly signified that today was a slow day at the diner.
"Cazzo", the rainbow-haired man said under his breath with a distinct Italian accent, scratching his scalp continuously. He glanced back at the kitchen area, where he emerged from, before closing the door. When he turned, his eyes grew wide in confusion.
Wait a minute, he thought. This is past the closing hour. There should be no more customer inside the diner at this hour. He narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar bunch of people gathered inside.
"Who are-"
His words were cut off when he saw the sign on the window. Then it all came back to him. "Oh, right.", he said. "Please wait a min- whoa."
He was distracted by the sight of one of the only fair maidens in there. Sitting inside a booth, drinking a cup of coffee, with a posture so prim and proper, wearing such a formal uniform. She gave off such an aura befitting the type of senorita I've categorized as "Ice Queens". So elegant, beautiful....
The rainbow-haired cook quickly broke free of his fantasies. Cazzo! Giorno, why are you always like this?! He coughed nervously, trying to go back to his previously serious tone. "Ah, please wait a minute here.", he said, before quickly stepping back inside the kitchen. A few knocks and a resounding "Padrone! They're here!" later, he stepped out again, this time bringing a slightly older man along.
This man, aside from his slightly spiky hairstyle, looked like a proper businessman. Just the kind of man you'd expect to run a place like this. Classic suit-and-tie, with dress pants and black loafers. His gaze was intense, almost like he was scrutinizing something all the time, just like he was right now, scrutinizing the candidate for new employees.
He was expecting more people than this much.
"Ah, you must be the new applicants.", he greeted them. "I was expecting more people to come by. Ah well, let's wait for a while. And- wait a minute."
He looked at them, dumbfounded. All of them are already drinking. Oh God.
"Please don't tell me you've already drank from the beverages from either pot."
by Kazarogkai » Wed Nov 30, 2016 1:15 pm
by Free Empire of the Low Isles » Wed Nov 30, 2016 3:19 pm
by Imperial--japan » Wed Nov 30, 2016 3:50 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:44 pm
by Finsternia » Wed Nov 30, 2016 10:29 pm
Wartaria wrote:It seemed that Sigmund liked to do personality flips a lot. Seemingly an asshole one moment, a nice guy at another moment. This person would make for an interesting conversation partner, that’s for sure. Renee assumed that he was an eccentric person, and thus the generic small talk conversation starters couldn’t work too well with him. “I’m here f-for the i-interview, as I-I’m going to go get a j-job here. S-soul reaping sounds like a s-stretch, but i-it’s one of my only c-chances to get a job. I a-assume you’re here for the same t-thing?”
The accursed stuttering was still there, to Renee’s ire.
Suddenly, a rainbow-haired man in an apron walked in the room, and he probably did not expect the somewhat large company in the room. Looking surprised, he walked back inside the kitchen, and he came back, bringing a more professional-looking man back in this room with him. Renee didn’t really like the man’s look. He looked like the guy who would stare at you and in an insultingly polite manner, state “you’re a stupid piece of shit, get outta here.” To sum it up, he looked scary, dammit.
Renee cussed under her breath, a slight French accent under her voice. Well, she’s a Frenchie speaking French, is she not? Of course there’s a slight French accent. “La vie est un fils de pute. Just my luck.”
Random stuff here. Random stuff there. Bla bla bla. Whatever I don't care.
Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
by Sindrya » Wed Nov 30, 2016 10:36 pm
Finsternia wrote:Sigmund Brandt
"If you have some better eyes than I do, then you can probably deduce that we are indeed drinking from those prepared pots. Is there something that we should be worried about?"
Wartaria wrote:“La vie est un fils de pute. Just my luck.”
North Arkana wrote:Silvia Cole
"If it wasn't intended for us to drink from either pot, then perhaps you should not have set them out on the counter along with their associated sets,"
Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:Jonathon Creed,
Glutton's Diner, Hunter's Woods
Imperial--japan wrote:Valeria Ardenus"Greetings, I don't suppose I'm interrupting anything am I?"
"I am Valeria Ardenus, Charmed. I don't suppose this is where the new applicants are gathering? I know the signed said closed but..." Valeria trailed off and looked on expectantly.
"You don't all look like employees, but then again neither do I." The robed girl thought to herself.
"If I'm correct, I do hope to get along splendidly with each of you." Valeria outstretched her hand in greeting for each person to shake. No need for bad blood after all.
Altito Asmoro wrote:Nagasaki "Naga" WarrenHe knocked a few knocks on the door, before opened it and went inside. There are already several others, including two older men.
"Sorry, hi, yes! I'm Nagasaki Warren, Naga for short. New employee here, sorry for the lateness..." said with much nervousness.
by Altito Asmoro » Wed Nov 30, 2016 10:48 pm
by WaRtArIa » Wed Nov 30, 2016 11:00 pm
Finsternia wrote:Wartaria wrote:It seemed that Sigmund liked to do personality flips a lot. Seemingly an asshole one moment, a nice guy at another moment. This person would make for an interesting conversation partner, that’s for sure. Renee assumed that he was an eccentric person, and thus the generic small talk conversation starters couldn’t work too well with him. “I’m here f-for the i-interview, as I-I’m going to go get a j-job here. S-soul reaping sounds like a s-stretch, but i-it’s one of my only c-chances to get a job. I a-assume you’re here for the same t-thing?”
The accursed stuttering was still there, to Renee’s ire.
Suddenly, a rainbow-haired man in an apron walked in the room, and he probably did not expect the somewhat large company in the room. Looking surprised, he walked back inside the kitchen, and he came back, bringing a more professional-looking man back in this room with him. Renee didn’t really like the man’s look. He looked like the guy who would stare at you and in an insultingly polite manner, state “you’re a stupid piece of shit, get outta here.” To sum it up, he looked scary, dammit.
Renee cussed under her breath, a slight French accent under her voice. Well, she’s a Frenchie speaking French, is she not? Of course there’s a slight French accent. “La vie est un fils de pute. Just my luck.”
Sigmund Brandt
After talking to their probably soon to be employer, he looked at Renee like as if she said something stupid. "What do you think would be my purpose here? To just chill at this hour?" He was supposed to drink from his cup again when he realized that he's already out of coffee. Staring right at the suited man, he reached for the milk and prepared coffee and mixed the two. He slowly lifted it towards his nose and breathed in the creamy aroma. "If ever the soul reaping refers to assassination, I'll be happy to take the job. Can't find a good place to reap some bucks." When Renee started to spurt out some French under her breath, Sigmund just raised an eyebrow and started sipping at his new cup of coffee, his lips slightly stretching into a smile as the creamy substance hit his tongue and once again set his nerves awake.
by Atlannia » Thu Dec 01, 2016 6:40 am
Sindrya wrote:"Si, padrone.", the cook responded. As he turned, he took a brief lingering gaze at the "ice-cold beauty". Noticing this, the manager coughed to catch his attention, making him go double on his task. However, just before he closed the kitchen door, the manager added. "Oh, and please bring 'that thing' as well."
"Will do, padrone.", Giorno responded.
After a few minutes, Giorno came back, pushing something vaguely block-shaped, covered in a tattered olive cloak, by his foot. The manager just looked at him strangely, to which the half-Italian responded "I'm not touching that thing with my hands." He wiped his forehead with his forearm, before looking back and noticing there was still nobody behind him. "Hey, you two! Come on, padrone and everyone is waiting!", he called towards the other two seniors.
Advertisement
Return to Portal to the Multiverse
Users browsing this forum: Lazarian, Reverend Norv, The Empire of Tau
Advertisement