No Manners, No Service
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2012 20:43:36 GMT -6
Date: [May 11th 2003]Time: [1:00 PM]
The afternoon was warm with a breeze that swayed and danced through the air. With no clouds to hide the beautiful blue that looked down upon the town, it was quite clear that this was the day of the Founder's Festival: the celebration of the town's founding. A time when the citizens all came together to a common place to celebrate what they have and what the future would bring them. A day of appreciation, and simply a day for what the town had become and what it meant to them. There was practically nobody in Hikarizaka that didn't enjoy Founder's Festival and what it offered, cultural enrichment or otherwise.
Well, except one person.
"I think I'm going to just die."
Hikarizaka's streets were barren of life as many of its citizens were either home or at the school (mostly the latter), bundled together in groups to peer at many of the surrounding "booths", or set-ups were differing activities could be partaken in.
Inside however, the hallways were bundled with students, teachers, adults and other surveyors who came to see the plays, dine at the student-run cafes and refresh their knowledge on the town’s roots. It was the same every year, just with different ideas and ways to tell the story of how it began. The cafes were for nourishment, such as drinks and food. They also allowed the much-younger to get a look at traditional Japanese behavior, especially around the time of founding.
As such, the class of 2-D had its own booth: a café, but a maid-café at that. Emphasis was placed on honor, respect and mealtime manners. The entire classroom was filled with a faint albeit alluring haze creating from the brewing tea at the back of the room, with elaborate decorations hung from the walls, such as scrolls with Japanese phrases and quotes and wouldn’t be completed so professionally without the “tower” of floral fans lining along the walls. To make room for the shiny, glossed dark-oak tables and chairs layered throughout the room, the desks were all lined up at the sides and front of the classroom, where upon porcelain cups and plates were stacked neatly on silk-like fabric of a cranberry color. The scent of the tea was sweet and uplifting. Prepared in hot water at the front with a face-visor protecting it and confectionaries from germs and prying hands, it was incredibly popular and seem to attract many citizens as the addictive scent trailed down the hallways. The tea itself was green, most likely Sencha, where a choice was given between chilled and warm. Due to the unexpected high demand, many of the students working as the butlers and maids (complete with their respective get-up) had to work fast and orientated. Each one seemed to be doing their fair amount of work, with different personalities to add charm to the dining experience.
Well, except one person.
Avery Vanderbilt, American foreign-exchange student, stood disgruntledly and angrily (as usual) amongst an open window where haze was lazily drifting outwards into the fresh, spring air. Noisy commotion could be heard outside and below while she narrowed her eyes at the scene. It was bad enough she would be dressing up as a domestic, but she was dressing up as a Japanese VARIANT of a domestic, the slightly-poofy dress with its frills and bows, the hem ending just below her slender knees. Even her hair wasn’t spared of this heinous and usual crime, pulled up into what she termed it as “two, weird, dumpling ball thingies” while her bangs were left default and frayed at the sides of her face. Two thick locks hung at the back which seemed to sway with even the slightest jerk of her head (basically img855.imageshack.us/img855/5527/averyhair.jpg ). To top it all off, a maid’s “cap” was lined horizontally along her crown. She herself attempted to call the cap a tiara, in some vain attempt to make herself feel better and more in terms with her own “element”.
It didn’t work.
Her rebelliousness (and perhaps reflection of her Japanophobia) was furthered by refusing to wear the traditional, low-heeled black mary-janes that went with the maid’s uniform. To her they were clunky, so instead she opted for sleek, 5” black pumps. When the decision came for it to be a maid-café, the blonde of course protested but was met with over-ruling by her peers. Eventually, it came down to how she appeared now, with the shoe ordeal being a last-minute approved plea, to get her to cooperate.
“I should be the one being served.”
Snapped from her callous, self-centered thoughts, a sing-songy male voice called her name. At first it seemed as though she were being teased, but she looked to see one of her classmates giving her a flirty, playful gaze complete with a perfect smirk. Resisting the urge to smack him Avery stomped his way as he gave little laughs of endearment.
“It’s your turn to deliver. Try being nice for once. Might see where it’ll get you, yeah? Sides’, you’re much cuter when you’re smiling.”
“I rarely do that like, at all, you dork.”
“Making it all the more exotic”, he chortle as he looked he over. She swiped the tray from his hands with a single grab, almost toppling them over but quickly catching herself. Closing her eyes, (as she was sure he was resisting laughing even more at her inability to help others) she turned on her heel with her nose high in the air. She only took a few more steps before turning her head around and giving him a death glare.
“Laugh it up, pervert. Because soon my foot will be up your…” she mouthed the last word before jerking her head skyward and continuing on her way to the table of three, where a small boy and his parents sat. Shaking the laughs of the boy out of her fuzzy head, she stared at the family as they stared back. They seemed pleasant enough, which only made her stomach churn more. It was difficult showing her mean side to little children, but she was in a vicious-enough mood as it is, so it wouldn’t be too much of a challenge. Upon placing their plates down carelessly with loud clangs, she sneered to the little boy with an upturned lip. “Bon Appétit.”
“That’s like, American slang for ‘Stuff your face with food because you’re a piggy.’” Content with the way her poison dripped, she turned back away from the family where she was sure the child was about to start crying and be consoled by his nervous father while the mother would shoot her a scornful look. It wasn’t until she was back at the window, looking out below onto the crowds of people and their excited banter and enthusiasm. It all seemed to stab inwards at her, like cruel mockery so she averted her darting gaze to random spots throughout the class with crossed arms. “Feh. Service.”
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Iwashima Yuki
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Post by Iwashima Yuki on Apr 10, 2012 19:06:32 GMT -6
Yuki had never been to a 'Founder's Festival' before. Heck, she'd never even heard of anything like that until recently. Now, at the current moment she wasn't doing anything in particular; her class didn't need her for what they were doing. She'd heard that it was a play of sorts that had been in production looooong before she'd arrived at the school. Yuki was never really one to want to intrude and possibly ruin anything that had been in the works for a long time, as it was quite disrespectful.
But to say she didn't feel left out would be a lie. In fact, perhaps the very reason that she was trudging down the corridor alone right now, just thinking of things, was probably a testament to the fact that she felt left out and pretty lonely. Everyone has their sad days, true. But to happen on the day of the Founder's Festival, where everyone was supposed to be happy? It was sort of odd, and because the girl was terrible (absolutely awful) at hiding her feelings sometimes, she stuck out from the horde of students walking up and down the corridor like a sore thumb.
"Hey!" An energetic-looking guy stopped in front of her. He was obviously one of those people advertising a class-event, or whatever you called them. "You look down. That's not good!" The boy made a point to stay cheerful throughout the conversation. Not a 'cheerful because of the aforementioned fact' type cheerful mind, just general happiness. It was... inspiring, really. It was just a shame that it was wasted on Yuki right now. She just felt down, and for some reason (she herself thought it was pretty pathetic) being excluded from her class activities had hit her fairly hard. That made her different from Avery then, as Yuki was positive that if she was allowed to join in on the event that her class was doing, she 'd have lots of fun.
"...Eh?" Came Yuki's answer. She was more surprised that this total stranger had just come over and asked if she was alright than anything. Naturally, he must have an ulterior motive. Not many people were that nice these days. Especially not boys, they usually just wanted one thing. At least, that was what she'd been taught back in England. These two places were so different, she found it hard to adapt... "Come to the Class 2-D Café! It's great, and I talk from experience when I say that as soon as you have something there you'll feel more cheery than you ever have done!"
Lacking the resolve to actually say no in any way, shape or form, Yuki agreed, and just nodded. She made her way over. Well, to say that she wanted to say no was a lie. She had been known to comfort-eat in the past, and for all she knew this could just bs that arising again. Either way, it should make her feel better. Food always made her feel better, be it just an apple, or be it a meal that she cooked herself. Hey, who was to say that her current mood wasn't because of hunger? It was difficult to tell sometimes, so it very well could be.
As Yuki entered the restaurant, little did she know of the waitress that was serving. Heck, the waitress was far from the stereotype. There's something that attitude was good for! For instance, Yuki would never look at Americans the same way again after her school data were over, effectively destroying the original stereotype for the girl. So keep doing what you do, Avery Vanderbilt!
...or maybe not.
But regardless, if Avery remembered Yuki from the library, she may hold some sort of grudge for getting her kicked out; Yuki had absolutely no idea how easy a target she was with the mood she was in. Yeah, if Avery went over the top (and by over the top, I mean normal attitude over the top; Avery's normal attitude towards other people counts as over the top) the girl may just crumble and give in. The chances of her making another stand like in the library were fairly slim given the mood she was in, so any sort of attack would not meet any defence.
With that, Yuki sat down at an empty table for one. It wasn't like she had company, so who cared? And the waiters/waitresses were supposed to come and take your order, right? Yes, if she remembered correctly that was how it worked. Of course she wouldn't be rude, but... yeah, she was hungry.
The English girl looked around at everyone. They all looked so content, eating away... except one family, who looked upset and horrified. Why could that be...? Yuki had not seen the stunt Avery had pulled with them, and even if she had she wasn't in the mood to stick up for them. They could fend for themselves, right?
Oh, waaaaaiiiiiitreeeeesssss~!
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Post by Sakamoto Mitsuko on Apr 10, 2012 21:09:49 GMT -6
Finally, she was free from the bondage that was the ramen noodles, and she was finally free to do something important like getting lunch for herself. Hands lazily resting in her pockets, Mitsuko walked through the halls of the school trying to see if there was somewhere to eat. The outdoor booth foods made her sick to her stomach at this point after working in one for the last few hours. Besides, her feet were tired and she wanted to sit down and relax herself, maybe pull up a second chair to use as a footstool. Yeah, that sounded rather nice to her right now.
Walking through the halls, she soon noticed an advertisement for a maid café sponsored by classroom 2-D. Oh, well, that would work out just perfect, now wouldn’t it. She could get some tea and snacks, relax at a table with chairs, and poke fun at the waitresses wearing maid outfits, which could be of varying levels of fun depending on how the girl’s reacted. Hopefully, the reaction would be either flustered from some of the more introverted girls, or getting some anger out of some of the more tsundere persons…or people who just didn’t like maid outfits. Either way fun times were ahead.
Eventually finding the café after being harassed from a way too excited male student who needed to calm down if he didn’t want to scare people away, Mitsuko soon took a seat at one of the tables for a single person. Glancing around for a waitress who wasn’t busy, she couldn’t help but notice one particular waitress serving a small family. She couldn’t hear what she said, but from the way the kid started to cry a little afterwards, Mitusko guessed that it could not have been a very nice thing at all. Her eyebrows sloped downward as she glared at the girl, even if she doubted the girl could see her. While normally she didn’t mind people in the service industry being rude (her experience from the last few hours showing her why they could be), that didn’t give her the right to be rude to a little kid who wasn’t doing anything wrong. Leaning back in her chair a little, she noticed another student coming up to her.
”Hello miss, is there anything that I can do for you today?”
”Yeah, if you don’t mind I’d like that girl over there to be my waitress.” Mitsuko replied, pointing straight at the blonde haired who was now randomly looking around the place by the window. The look on the girl’s face at the request told Mitsuko that apparently it was an unusual request, and she looked rather nervous as well. Apparently then the blonde’s behavior towards that kid couldn’t have been that much out of character.
”A-are you sure about that? It’s no trouble at all for me to…”
”No, no, it’s all right, I want that girl specifically. She’s an…acquaintance of mine.”
The other girl gave a nervous “okay” before walking over sheepishly towards the blonde, Mitsuko leaning back in a restful state as she prepared to do battle. This was going to be a fun visit after all…
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Apr 11, 2012 16:11:14 GMT -6
She wasn't there. Not yet anyways. He was looking forward to seeing the hard work his cousin's class had put into their event. Shou had informed him that her class was to be hosting a maid-style cafe. Thus, here the senior boy was, at this maid cafe. He was also looking forward to having Shou pander to him for once. A nice steaming cup of tea without he being the one making it whilst getting an earful. He took note of the lack of males sitting down, something odd given the... Style of maid outfits.
So, with nothing else to do, Koji simply entered, and had himself seated by one of the students, asking only for some water, until his cousin arrived. If she arrived, instead of running away to go goof off somwhere as he suspected. The last thing she would do would be to embarrass herself, dressing up in a ridiculous maid costume and be oggled at by boys, even if she didn't mind the attention.
Where are you? He moped, propping his head up on his hands, pondering on why there wasn't a massive crowd of teens lined up to get in. Perhaps he was early, or perhaps not. He was just longing for those rare fifteen minutes of fun he could have at the expensse of his young relative. And for once, maybe he should act like a guy for a while and enjoy the company of girls.
His thoughts drifted to the Student President. Hopefully Tomoyo was having some fun at least, and not slaving away with the rest of the hardworking Student Council. It would be a shame if his friend, and indeed her fellow council members were forced to work instead of enjoying the fruits of their labor. He couldn't see himself in that position. So he sipped on the water brought to him, and waited until Shou turned up, or he'd just enjoy himself while he could.
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Post by Narukami Akira on Apr 11, 2012 18:15:11 GMT -6
Having this kind of outfit on... is not so bad. Despite having past experience with formal outfits, this butler uniform still feels rather new, but strangely refreshing. Mom always says I look good in a suit, and many female classmates of mine technically pushed me into this probably thinking the same thing, but I wonder what the customers, in other words, the total strangers, will think.
At least I'm not in this alone, though. Some of the better-looking males in my class have to be on waiter duty too, Whitey included. His looks can make him popular even at real host clubs around the country, not just one-shot, small-scale establishments like this.
On the other hand, this job is really worth the trouble. I can witness a spectacle which is usually limited to Akihabara and Harajuku: the maid uniforms being actually worn by the females. I have to admit those outfits are quite well made, and our class have quite a number of attractive girls, too. I have to burn this wonderful sight into my mind, as this kind of situation is very unlikely to happen again. After all, it is my classmates, not some strangers doing this on a regular basis, wearing those costumes.
However, that American girl is quite a handful. Pretty, yes, but somehow I don't really want to get too involved with her. She has a strange hostile aura that can repulse anybody who comes too close. What she just did to the kid over there confirms it.
Then, I spot a new customer, whose face I have seen before. Just once, but I always find it hard to forget any faces. The beaten-up guy at the hot springs. I decide to approach his table.
"Excuse me, aren't you... Otomo-san?"
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Apr 11, 2012 20:00:57 GMT -6
Koji peered into the glass of water, seeing the distorted reflection of his face as the liquid sloshed about inside. He pulled the glass up to his face, and pulling down the eyelid of his left eye, gazed at the pale reflection he saw. He thought he should go see the optician again soon. He'd been putting it off for a few weeks now. He knew he'd recommend the surgery again, but to go blind completely in that eye horrified him to no end.
Setting down his glass, he peered around the room. The males dressed up like restaurant waiters, and the females dressed up in the typical maid outfit. Both purposely designed no doubt to be alluring. Girls would come to stare at the suits hugging the male form, and guys would come to see the girls dressed in cute maid uniforms. Koji wanted to tease Shou about the latter and turn the young girl into a furious ball of rage. That would have to wait.
Suddenly, Koji's eyes widened in disbelief. So... That was the foreigner girl some had whispered about. There were many foreigners in Hikarizaka High School. It didn't bother Koji since he was fully fluent in English. What was bothering him now was the dilated pupils in his eyes. He was mentally scolding himself for staring at the girl's voluptuous curves. Clearing his throat sharply, he jerked his head back to the other direction, short of causing a neck injury from whiplash. He reminded himself that it was pretty perverted to stare so nonchalantly at a girl's body like that. Even if it was 'completely natural for a guy'.
"Excuse me, aren't you... Otomo-san?"
Koji's head launched up with speeds to rival that of a space rocket. His head had almost come clean off his shoulders and ascended into low earth orbit. Once he had collected his composure again, he sat up straight, only now processing the question asked to him by the newcomer. Dressed in the waiter's outfit, was a face he recognized from the hot springs.
"Oh... Yes. Yes I am... Naru... Narukami, right?" Koji asked, gulping down his water. Shou didn't seem to be about. Perhaps her job hadn't started, or had already concluded. Either way, one cup of piping hot tea wouldn't kill him. He could always have another later if Shou did decide to face the music and turn up for tormenting.
"If you're serving, I'll take two sugars with my breasts." Koji requested cheerfully. That is of course until he choked on his own air, realizing what he'd just blurted.
"I-I mean tea. I'd like two sugars with my tea please!" He corrected, slinking down in his seat trying to hide his embarrassment.
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Post by Yasuda Erina on Apr 12, 2012 4:28:54 GMT -6
Visibly trembling, Erina clung to the sleeve of her upperclassman, knuckles turning white as she clutched the fabric with a ferocious grip that belied her small frame. Meeting Densetsu at the Haunted House had briefly calmed her nerves after the terror the attraction had inflicted upon her, but once he'd left, a tap on the shoulder from a ghostly student of class 1-B requesting the time set her off again, and she'd bolted down the hallway with Okazaki in tow. She hadn’t even been given the reward she was promised! Her stomach complained noisily, as if mocking this fact.
“Okazaki-sempai~!” she whined, shaking his arm. “There weren’t any gumdrops or ice-cream, and I didn’t stop being hungry!” Another low growl emitted from her abdomen as the pair ascended the staircase to the second floor. She frowned, now starving on top of being jumpy and terrified. “So you really did trick me, then?”
Her eyes gazed up at him questioningly, but Okazaki didn’t have to answer. The girl’s attentions were as fickle as ever, and as soon as the scent reached her, she turned, releasing the sleeve from her deadly grip to look curiously over at the entrance to class 2-D.
“Okazaki-sempai! Look, look~!” she exclaimed, her terror subsiding to make room for her usual enthusiasm, which was quickly returning. “Let’s eat there!” She pointed at the makeshift café, her hands now trembling with excitement rather than fear. “It smells like… tea! And cake! I like those~!” She hurried over and peered inside.
“Uwaaaaa~! It’s so pretty in here!” she squealed, hopping in place a few times to release her increasing energy. “Can we go in, please, please, please?” She grasped Okazaki’s arm once more, tugging on it as she pleaded. He had to agree, right? After all, she hadn’t yet bought him the food she had promised. Surely, he was hungry too…
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Post by Okazaki Tomoya on Apr 12, 2012 4:30:10 GMT -6
With both the lackluster events outside and the disappointing thrills from the Haunted House, he had yet to be entertained, or impressed, by any of the booths the festival had to offer. His companion, on the other hand, provided more then enough entertainment for him, bouncing around from place to place, her emotions ranging from happy, sad, to now completely, and hilariously, terrified, clinging to his side as if she had lost all faith in the world.
"I thought for sure you would lose your appetite though..."
He answered absentmindedly, his mind wandering yet again as he expressed little concern for her lack of well-being. If he were to pick one person to attend a festival with, he was glad it had been her. Perhaps he had finally found a replacement for Sunohara...
Her sudden, enthusiastic call broke his stream of thought as she ran off ahead of him, taking particular interest in a classroom that seemed to waft the smell of tea and cake, teasing his nose, taste buds, and stomach all at once. While he was certainly hungry, something about the, what he assumed to be, cafe left him wary. He quickly returned to her side, his caution fully realized as he had a full view of the room inside. It was a maid cafe. While a relatively harmless and fun variation of a normal cafe for all to enjoy, the discernible lack of a line at the entrance was his first warning sign that all was not quite as it seemed. Places like this were usually packed. Ten to fifteen minutes wait time at the minimum. The blonde maid was the first thing he noticed when he looked inside - foreign, presumably popular, and an air of overconfidence that immediately turned him off - she dawned a very visible scowl on her face as she serviced those around her, her customers beckoning for her alone to serve them...both males and females...clearly admirable service and clientele.
The young girl's pleas were, however, hard to ignore, and despite the less than encouraging signs, she had managed to already get his foot through the door. Then he heard the words. "I'll take two sugars with my breasts". The announcement had been loud and proud for all to hear. Locating the source of the familiar voice immediately, he noticed it was the very same boy who had stalked him once before. Asking for breasts. To a male student his age. In an educational facility. A private high school with a reputable history of preparing students for college. Surrounded by students, parents, and yes, even teachers.
Walking away from the classroom now, Yasuda's hand firmly in his own, he regretted nothing as her pleas fell on deaf ears. Determined to forget the disgusting imagery now plaguing his thoughts, as well as protect her innocence, he allowed his curiosity, and imagination, to wonder as to the contents of the floor above them. Seniors didn't run any booths as a class...but the class rooms were usually given to clubs and other interested parties to use for booths. Though he was hesitant to seek refuge in the same place he spent nearly every other day anything had to be better then what he had just witnessed. Anything.
[ooc; Tomoya and Erina have now exited the thread]
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Post by Narukami Akira on Apr 12, 2012 17:13:17 GMT -6
Eh? What on Earth did he just say? "Take two sugars with my breasts"? What was he thinking??! Do "oppai" and "ocha" sound similar that much?
"Er, ok, tea with two sugar cubes, right? Would you like anything else, Otomo-san? Some cake to go with it? Oh, but... you probably don't like sweet stuff like girls do, don't you?" I decide to jab him a bit for his earlier "request". I've heard of the term "Freudian slip" before in a British movie my parents bought. This is the first time I've seen someone actually making a blunder like that in real life.
Well, at least he only got one word wrong, and he's not a comical foreigner who spouts out nonsensical or unintentionally offensive Japanese sentences like "My hovercraft is full of eels" or "I am no longer infected".
"Oh, right. How are your injuries, Otomo-san... or should I call "senpai" instead? You were in rather bad shape back then." I realize that I have to divert from this "slip" topic, or it will probably get more awkward. Especially since we are both males. Besides, it's rudimentary etiquette to ask about someone's health, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2012 23:35:17 GMT -6
Avery knew what she was into -- she couldn't turn back; not even literally. The classroom soon began filling up, mostly other students but some teachers could be seen, probably schmoozing each other and going over paperwork. Rather boring, mundane things (she assumed).
Despite her better senses, Avery felt herself start to be lulled by the sweet senses. She had to admit the tea smelled heavenly and she was a bit hungry which only added to her irritability but she wouldn't be caught off-guard getting a cup or even a slice of confectionery. If she did, she would be teased; put on the spot and of course she couldn't have that. What she wanted above all, was to completely bolt out of there; get dressed in some normal attire and maybe go shopping downtown. Her mind drifted to fashion, the thrill of trying on clothes and completely indulging in one's selfish desires. Why should she care about what others had to offer her? They were only there to oppose her -- yes, that's why she had to take the necessary steps. One must build a wall for defense, right?
I don't think that's the right saying, or whatever.
Immediately, thoughts of buying that adorable knitted sweater flooded her mind, and a crease came to her lips, developing into a coy little smirk. Sure it was Fall Fashion, but it was only available for a short time and if she bought it this early, she would be the only one to wear it by Fall! Sure, it was expensive but all the more to buy it. She certainly had the money and it was all bragging rights from there. She teeter-tottered against the wall, seemingly in a cheerful (but selfish) mood. This was noticed rather quickly, as the blonde threw herself away from the wall with flushing patches of red along her cheeks.
She composed herself accordingly, her scowl returning. So what if she was a bully and didn't like to associate herself with others? It wasn't her fault if she was forced to come to a country she was practically tricked into agreeing to. Hikarizaka was a growing city but despite that, it still had that small, land-locked feeling to it. Like no matter where you went, you ran into the same people and everything affected something else in some way... and practically everybody would hear about it. Sometimes, she thought about escaping to the nearby forest for some relaxation and maybe, just maybe if she were away from the town and it's culture, things would feel less foreign?
But of course, all those bugs and dirt. Ick.
Approaching timidly was one of Avery's classmates. She could never remember her name (much less cared to) but she was quite honestly one of the few students who didn't irk her, probably because around her, she tended to do everything she could to prevent one of Avery's verbal eruptions.
"Uhm, A-Avery?"
"What, ... um, classmate?"
"It's just, that girl over there wants to served... by you. I don't know why she request -- or, probably because you're so pretty!" The girl, with her short, layered brown hair, pointed over to another girl. She sat alone at a table with a bored, almost cynical expression on her face. Like if she came here expecting some big moment to satisfy her expectations.
Ugh. One of those.
"Avery?"
"Yeah, fine. Just give me the pad n' pen. I swear ... classmate, it'll be on your head if something goes wrong, which like, it probably will. Just look at her." The blonde nodded over to Mitsuko with one hand on a slender hip. "She's probably going to try n' ruin my reputation." She gave a snobby laugh that she usually always trailed off into thin-air to leave a lasting impression, but this chortle was short as she snatched the notepad and pen away from the girl. As Avery turned to leave, the girl grabbed her arm, causing her to swat it away. "I don't like to be touched. What is with you --"
"Please Avery. Please. ...J-Just, try to get along. Try to smile! If 2-D's booth goes down in shambles, ...I-I just don't know what'll happen. My grades! I've worked so hard. Oh by my mother's grave --" The girl seemed as if she was going to weep; break down and most of all, in front of her. This caused a rather... odd feeling within Avery who didn't want the girl to cry. She didn't want to be embarrassed and certainly didn't want to have to deal with comforting her.
"Like, okay! Okay. God. Don't wail on me now. I'll do my best, okay?! But she looks like a stupid little snarker, so if I retaliate, you know whose to blame. HER."
Before she departed, Avery gave the smiling girl a soft little smirk before turning her nose to the air. Something however, completely curved her satisfactory mood. "...with breasts."
[/b] Whaaat? Breasts?! Pervert! I should SUE.While she didn't know exactly who the boy was talking about, Avery (quite confidently) knew who had the largest breasts in the class and room (and arguably, the school) so she assumed quite boldly she -- or rather her assets, were what he was referring to in his freudian slip. However, instead of completely flipping out on him, she thought she'd add a little... humor. After all, it was for the room's entertainment, right?~ She passed by the table at which the sheepish boy sat, being catered to by another one of her classmates: Akira. Akira was nothing but a loser to her and often preferred ignoring his existence completely. Today would change, at least for the time being. With a evil grin suddenly brewing upon her pretty face, Avery slammed her hip into Akira's bottom, which due to her height, would most likely send him tumbling over the table and onto Koji."Oh-HOHOHO! Looks like you got your breasts; the only ones you'll ever be getting! Ahahaha! She laughed so scornfully that her cheeks began to redden once more but out of sheer joy, practically bouncing to Mitsuko's table. She strutted, more-like, with her nose slightly in the air. Still trying to hushen her laughter and mirth, her thigh bumped into the table lightly, in which she looked down at an unimpressed and slightly-frowning Mitsuko. Immediately, the girl's thoughts came into her mind and she took a gentle breath. "Aha... I, ahaha. Uhm, yes? Like, can I take your order... or whatever?" she inquired this with a fake smile that almost seemed convincing due to the genuine smirk that sugar-coated it entirely. Notepad at the ready, she eyed the raven-haired girl before her with a raised eyebrow. Suddenly, the fact she was dressed up like a silly, Lolita doll didn't bother her and sufficient feelings of pride flushed throughout her chest. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Narukami Akira on Apr 16, 2012 16:27:39 GMT -6
Oi, what the... Shit, I'm losing balance. By reflex, I managed to hold onto something and not to fall flat or the floor on land myself on the table. But wait, what did I grab anyway?
Something fluffy, full of hair...
Then I suddenly realized. My left hand is on Otomo-san occiput, and his face is technically stamped onto the table. At least it's just the table's surface he's hit, nothing else. But, what the heck? I just slammed a customer's face onto the table!!!
"Otomo-san!!! I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry!" I quickly jump off him, and bow as low as I can. Shoot, I make a blunder. First that blonde bimbo, and now this. Will this drive the customers away? Lots of effort have been put into this café, but it can be all for naught just because of a few inappropriate actions.
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Apr 16, 2012 17:13:51 GMT -6
"Oh-HOHOHO! Looks like you got your breasts; the only ones you'll ever be getting! Ahahaha!"
He didn't quite hear it, as his head was now firmly kissing the cloth, the faint smell of hardwood rushing up into his squashed nose. If he hadn't caught everyone's attention with his unintentional slip-up.
In the past handful of minutes, Otomo Kojiro had three things of his struck. What was hit first was his dignity. Second, was his face, descending downwards in a catastrophic smash that introduced his orbital bone to a hardwood desk. Last, but not least, was his sense of equilibrium. Dazed, the boy, groaning, blinked his watering eyes away like a hummingbird.
His unintended slip of the tongue had cost him thrice. Koji rolled his head to the side, his eye socket visibly swollen, and slowly starting to redden from a light pinkish hue. A little out of it, he sat up, all eyes on his Maitre d' and himself, with a chipper waitress skipping off happily. His hand slid down from the back of his throbbing head, and pressed lightly against the tender eye socket, delivering a sharp pain that made the lad hiss through his teeth.
With the fleeting gait one might expect from a frog, Narukami Akira leaped up off of Koji, and was bent over in a furiously-delivered apology.
"Otomo-san!!! I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry!"
With his hand covering his bruised eye (and perhaps his ego), Koji moaned from the pain of it. He sat himself back, and waved off his fellow student, wishing to dispense with formalities when the aftermath of an accident was afoot.
"Don't worry about it," he repudiated, clenching the left side of his face, "it's not your fault."
It was partly his fault. He'd admit to that of course. That wasn't the problem. The root of it lay with the fleeing young woman. She was supposedly a wealthy girl sent to private schooling, and that school happened to be the one with the best reputation in Hikarizaka, maybe even the entire prefecture. Regardless of her upbringing, ramming the innocent party in this was both unprecedented, and unacceptable. Still with a hand to his face, Koji stood up, with a highly annoyed look upon his face, the one visible brow furrowed.
"I don't know who you think you are, or how things are in America..." Koji began, briefly hesitating, remembering his stepfather's threat to remove him from private schooling if he were to return to his old ways and cause trouble again. As influential as this pampered westerner's family might have been, this was a matter of principle.
"But however much money you have, wherever you're from... It doesn't give you the right to treat people like this. I'm sorry for whatever comment I made, but Narukami-san didn't deserve that."
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Post by Sakamoto Mitsuko on Apr 19, 2012 23:07:13 GMT -6
Oh boy, it seemed that everything was starting to fall apart rather fast as more and more people entered the café. More importantly, the people who did entered seemed rather lost and confused as one boy, in a little Freudian Slip, said something about “sugars with his breasts.” Mitsuko simply had to let out a little snicker. Sure she probably should feel insulted the guy was being perverted and so easily distracted by the female form, but since the target of that slip was most likely the blonde girl who was yelling at the kid earlier, she’d let it pass. After all, being put to some shame herself, or at least having the embarrassing knowledge of some perv being distracted by her, would serve as karma.
Also, it would be interesting to see what kind of reaction would occur in this situation. The boy’s reaction was rather underwhelming, just slinking into his chair; hopefully the girl would put on a better performance. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a boy and a girl walk in and walk out at the same time. There is a good chance that might have to be the course of action she would take depending on how things went.
For now, all she did was watch. There was a slight smirk on her face as she knew by now the girl had noticed her presence (after all, she had just requested her as a waitress) and so would probably at least glance at her as she moved to confront this Freudian slip. By now a glass of water or something would be nice, but the other staff was now being distracted by whatever it was that was about to happen as the girl walked up to the boys and…knocked one of them over onto the other one followed by some snarky and rather rude comment.
Now Mitsuko enjoyed teasing people and trolling people who were a bit on the stupid side of things, but she didn’t enjoy bringing in innocent parties to that sort of thing (well, maybe if they were willing to get involved such as if they enjoyed a good prank). Furthermore, her behavior was in order to try and educate and improve the person; it was obvious this was girl was just trying to be spiteful. Here she was hoping to get a good laugh, maybe see a little snob get humbled, and instead things just got worse. Taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh, she contemplated just leaving now and not dealing with this when some boy stood up and started to chew out the girl. Now that was rather interesting…wait, wasn’t that the same boy who said the thing about breasts that started the whole mess? Hmmm….so either she could get involved and defend the boy, or she could let him just fend for himself. The latter was tempting, but from just watching this girl so far, she seemed like a shark, and the poor boy didn’t deserve to deal with that over just being a perverted little guy (at least he hadn’t tried to grope her or anything like that). She’d try and rescue him…this time. But maybe mess with him a little. Yeah, that would work.
”Hey, are you messing with my boyfriend?”
Getting into the conversation when no one was hopefully looking, she snuck up next to the boy and reached to try and link arms and hold onto him like she had seen some girls do. To ensure compliance, she put some “pressure” on his foot with her own.
”I know he can be a bit of a perv sometimes, but that’s no reason to act like some spoiled brat straight out of a bad anime. Even worse, you brought that unrelated guy into it. What are you, a virus? I don’t know if you’re just on your off week or something, but it’d be better for everyone if you just back off.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2012 15:15:20 GMT -6
The air in the café was deathly tense, building up thickly as the obnoxious foreigner stood there with the pad, staring down at Mitsuko who only seemed to cast tempting, semi-amused looks at the blonde. The girl didn’t respond, but Avery noticed her pale gaze eventually zoomed towards the boy she humiliated moments before, resulting in Avery turning around swiftly with her hands slammed down on her sides. She expected a rebuttal and a verbal war would be set. It was time for another battle of snark!
“I don’t know who you think you are, or how things are in America…”
[/color] Avery only sneered in dislike, her nostrils flaring upwards as she delivered a rather condescending look in Koji’s direction. "But however much money you have, wherever you're from... It doesn't give you the right to treat people like this. I'm sorry for whatever comment I made, but Narukami-san didn't deserve that."[/color] Taking a deep inhale with her eyes closed, Avery prepared herself to respond. This was customary, of course. She knew what was coming and despite her promises to the awkward girl beforehand, she wouldn’t stand for such shredding of her reputation. For shame! Before she could even utter a single vowel, a few rounds of approval erupted throughout the room, mostly showing encouragement towards the boy. “Yeah, you tell her!” “Such rudeness. Apologize at once!” Now, Avery of course, was blushing at this point. She tried to overpower her gushing of embarrassment by making a sour expression, her lips pursing as she threw metaphorical daggers Koji’s way. Throwing her pad down, she quickly brought up a finger towards him while her tone was incredibly vicious, her orbs of blue squinting in scrutiny as she glowered over him. “Perhaps if you were actually aware, then things would be like, more clear. You know, where I come from, those who receive such humiliating treatment usually deserve it. I don’t appreciate being gawked it by some pervert! It seems to happen a lot in this country… ugh, I simply can’t tolerate it! K-Keep your eyes on your own business or else I’ll sue you for harassment!” By now, Avery’s Japanophobia was kicking in and the appropriate tingles were shivering and flickering up her backside. It was only made worse when the girl she was supposed to be servicing intervened, bounding up to the boy. She looped her arm inwards with the boy, causing Avery to give a little shriek in terror, her hands prying upwards at her face. ”Hey, are you messing with my boyfriend?” Avery stuttered at this, her expression much more demure and showing signs of letting her guard down. Her cheeks were blotchy and red and her eyes revealed weakness. Arms flat at her side, she breathing became more rapid as all eyes were firmly planted on her, and subconsciously brought her hands up to cover her large breasts, her knees locking while she struggled to keep her gaze on the two. She was having a slight mental breakdown in truth, but her instincts fought valiantly against her mind’s surging pain. ”I know he can be a bit of a perv sometimes, but that’s no reason to act like some spoiled brat straight out of a bad anime. Even worse, you brought that unrelated guy into it. What are you, a virus? I don’t know if you’re just on your off week or something, but it’d be better for everyone if you just back off.” The girl raised an eyebrow at Avery, and suddenly the blonde threw her head up. A feat that would be noted by nobody, her instincts were victorious as she straightened her posture, taking a large, rather angry step forward. “SEE! Where I come from, we don’t take our boyfriends peeking so pervertedly at other girls in such stride! Don’t you dare tell me what to do. I am Avery Vanderbilt! The richest, most… p-popular, attractive girl in Hikarizaka High! I demand r-respect and I demand it now.” Her red cheeks remained, though she had her traditional smirk back on her face. She felt like she had silenced them, making her give a little self-satisfied laugh in response. Of course, they were silent. But not out of her hushering them. Oh no. All eyes stood on her, making the foreigner feel so much more… foreign. All this while, she felt they were the freaks but instead, she was slowly becoming the freak. She wouldn’t believe it. No. Freaks aren’t pretty; freaks aren’t blonde, rich nor were they so well-endowed! She was the lucky one. She’d just have to get used to this, was all. Sooner or later, they’d cave in to their delusional-senses and realize how great she was. Her mother hadn’t of lied, of course! She is a lawyer, after all. A few diners murmured, returning to their eating and social businesses. Her breathing slowly returned to its normal pace, and she reached up for her maid cap to which she yanked off, throwing it along the ground. A rush of conflicting emotions, thoughts and images strewed through her rather foggy head. She wanted to remain her confident, superior self but what had just transpired was so unique persistant to peck away at that shell. She wouldn’t have it. She was strong. And as she neared the door to leave, nothing would prepare her what was to come next. Lo and behold, “AVERY-CHAN! My darling!”Oh no. Oh god, like, please. This day is only getting worse and –[/i] It was a voice that was all too familiar. It was slightly low-pitched with a sophisticated drawl to it. The enthusiastic use of a Japanese honorific that made Avery’s skin crawl and collide. She only had to look – and look she did – at the doorframe to see her own father standing there, no, grinning goofily in a getup that made her want to scream. In a black-grey Hakami with a white Hachimaki (which stood for effort and perseverance; effort at humiliating her no doubt) around his head, Mr. Vanderbilt was a rather attractive man. He resembled a male, older version of his daughter, what with the same shade of light-golden hair with bangs that were strongly similar to hers: tufted and spread out at the sides of his face. The rest of his hair was short, and he seemed to be somewhere in his early 40s, with a powerful jaw and a beard that connected over his lips and up to his sideburns. He was tall too, striding towards a nearby table where he sat, kicking off his Geta as he neatened his cloth. Like a mish-mash of Western and Japanese culture, her father seemed blind to his ignorance in how he presented his interest but unlike his daughter, his ignorance was naïve and light-hearted and generally not meant to be hurtful. To Avery, it was disgusting. To the woman who entered the room, it was endearing and… “cute”. “It’s san, Anata”, she corrected Mr. Vanderbilt with her gentle, quiet voice that only existed to irk her. This was of course, Kyoko, her father’s girlfriend or “Kanojo” as it was called. She was a mousy woman, rather young (she assumed) who supposedly worked somewhere in accounting. She was only 5'4, meaning Mr. Vanderbilt completely towered over her. She often wore her dark hair in up-dos and sported little half-framed reading glasses. Avery wasn’t very keen of her, often finding her quips at life and wise advice rather irkful and from what she heard, Kyoko had two other children from a previous marriage and that was simply unacceptable. Most of all, Avery didn’t want her winding up as her new mother. She’d do anything in her power to prevent that from occurring. “Avery, dear, this beautiful Hakami was expensive – OF COURSE! Aha, it just fits me doesn’t it? Makes me seem like a true Hikarizaka native! Oh yes. The festival is lovely, isn’t it dear? Dear?”Avery didn't respond, still gawking in horror at her dad’s unexpected, flamboyant appearance. She gave a quick look back over at Mitsuko but was relieved to at least see in the corner of her eyes that people returned to their own matters. Yes, for once, she was relieved the attention wasn’t on her. “No daddy, you look like an idiot. And really, you’re embarrassing me.”Her father was silent for a second but slammed his hand down against the table and gave a quick chuckle, his cheeks pinching as he seemed stuck on a cloud of optimism which so rivaled his daughter’s pessimism and fear towards Japan. “That’s my darling Avery, quirky and charming as ever! Say, I’m not only parched but I’m starving. I love the food here. Why not give you a break princess, mmm? Waiter! Waitress? Yes…”While her father fumbled with getting the order set, Avery sat down beside them – not necessarily because she wished to be in their company, but only because she wanted to shrink herself as much as possible and it was the only option besides completely escaping from the room entirely. She crossed her arms stubbornly in an attempt to rebel compared to her willing father, who chatted away endearingly and supportingly with a more-than-awkward waitress, who smiled unsuredly at Mr. Vanderbilt’s eccentricity. While usually she appeared either patronizing or angry, Avery’s expression seemed… somber. Her gaze was glossy as she looked upon the wooden table, running her finger in circles along the richly-painted wood. Eyebrows still perched in disapproval, she bellowed out a sigh that made Kyoko study her… which she personally detested. She did this always, as an attempt to probably get to know Avery without crossing any boundaries but in the end it only made the blonde feel like she was being tested for faults. This was of course in vain, as she didn’t have any as far as she was concerned. She couldn’t wait for the festival to be over. While others were having fun and enjoying their time off, she wanted nothing more than to rid herself of the ridiculous costume and have things return to normal. But hadn’t what happened always been the “normal”? She relished this negatively in her head, turning uncomfortably in the chair. It’s only Kyoko’s presence, she decided willfully. What they had said meant nothing. I am who I am and they can take it or leave it! Either way, I’m NOT changing.Except for some much-needed shopping; that would do her some good. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Iwashima Yuki on Apr 20, 2012 17:28:44 GMT -6
"If you're serving, I'll take two sugars with my breasts." This was it. This was what she needed right now. Upon hearing this remark, like a few others, Yuki smiled. Why not; it was a funny statement, after all! Should you be walking around the mall, or Queensgate (English mall), and heard that outside a tea shop, you would burst into laughter. As Yuki played it a couple more times through her head, she began to laugh. She had chortles. It went on for quite a while, and she kept her head down to avoid eye-to-eye stares with the people that found her laughing odd. It made hints awkward. Oh, and those people that thought it was sully and immature, glaring at her. Come on, even a posh-accented person could laugh at immature things sometimes! Killjoys, the lot of them.
By the time she'd looked up, everything had happened. Yes, she had been laughing for that long. It happened, it happened. However sad it may be to laugh at a joke for that long, she did it on occasion and you lot who thought it was stupid could deal with it. Not that any people probably did. Everyone did it at least once in their lifetimes, surely! This wasn't the first time, either; many times had she done so (and a couple to the point of crying with laughter) at jokes she heard in England. Because despite the stereotype (which was sometimes right), most people were pretty funny.
As Avery was looking seriously afraid and Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt were here (not to mention calling her name with all those honourifics that she loved do much) and... well, seemed ready to flee at any second. Problem was that however rude people like Avery usually were, they usually got better (even if only a bit) when their parents were around. Intimidation? Worry? Desire to just impress their parents? She didn't know, having never been in the situation where she has to change her attitude to meet the will of her mother and father. Because she was pretty much a good girl compared to all the bad ones.
Before she even knew it, Yuki found herself standing up straight and turning for the commotion. She didn't know what was happening, but what better way to find out than to ask? It'd help more than just observing, anyway. Besides, compared to doing it yourself, observing was boring. Who found it fun to observe someone else play a video game? Or observe someone else cooking? Not many. Granted, there was always going to be a few who did, but they didn't count. Either way, the main message was: Going over because watching sucks.
Arriving at the area with Kojiro, Akira and Mitsuko, Yuki smiled. "I may be a bit late, but I could hear a commotion whilst I had my head down." She looked to the right. Her right, of course. "It was her, wasn't it..." Looking embarrassed for no actual reason, Yuki chuckled. Oh dear, you had been far too late. Pretty awkward...
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