No Manners, No Service
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Apr 27, 2012 13:56:38 GMT -6
This was all far too much for Koji. He didn't regret standing up and doing what he did. He didn't expect his fellow students to rally so quickly to his side. Was the whole stigma behind being a Westerner really so bad that the masses would stand up for a troublemaker?
Still, he stood his ground, even as the girl rose up a needly finger, staring icily at him. As intimidating as it was to hear her ramble on about harassment. Now he was almost glad he didn't find Shou. It would've devolved into a barbaric David vs Goliath. Koji quickly corrected himself. "Vs" implied that a struggle would take place. For that, he was very thankful.
Yet, before he could try and talk some sense into the tall young girl, he found something wrap around his arm, clinging tightly. It appeared to be two other arms, belonging to a young woman.
”Hey, are you messing with my boyfriend?”
Like magnets, the teen's eyebrows shifted in opposite directions, trying to get a firm grasp of what had just transpired. His eyes started to suddenly water as something began... Compressing down on his innocent foot. Stifling an utterance of pain, Koji kept silent as the new arrival rolled out a explanation.
”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.”
"I'm not a pervert..." Koji whined quietly. By the way the two girls were glaring at each other, he doubted they were listening. He'd honestly made a terrible slip of the mind that should've remained as but a thought firmly in the back of his head. Left alone between this heated battle, Otomo could only watch as they traded verbal blows.
“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.”
Flitting off about her own business, Koji was left feeling quite foolish and flat-footed. The young girl that had parasitically latched on to him, and left his foot with a light throb, was still there. Only now, they'd attracted more attention. Another person.
"I may be a bit late, but I could hear a commotion whilst I had my head down."
Koji did not think commotion was the best word to describe the situation. Something along the lines of unnatural disaster or crisis better fit the bill. Commotion just wasn't dismal enough.
"It was her, wasn't it..."
Koji nodded. And that was that. Before things really got out of hand. Before the cafe lost it's customers, and before teachers showed up to reprimand everyone. Gently releasing his arm, and wiping the dejected look from his face, Koji approached the table, currently seating three. An older man, a native, and the live wire girl from before. He swallowed hard, and descended into English, hoping that no-one else understood. He didn't even wait for an acknowledgment. He was already bent over, with his eyes glued to the floor.
"i'm sorry Miss W... V-Vander... Bilt," he started, struggling with the pronunciation, "I'm sorry I was rude before. But could you please apologize to Narukami-san for pushing him over?"
Much as he wanted to simply leave, his principles told him he should clear up the mess, since he started it. Even in the presence of the girl's father, who surely would have reduced him to a fine jus d'homme had he been there earlier. His very life flashed before his eyes as he straightened up, which in themselves reflected terror. Both his academic life, and his natural life could quite probably be over very soon.
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Post by Sakamoto Mitsuko on Apr 28, 2012 23:05:49 GMT -6
Oh, this was starting to get rather fun. As the conversation between them ensued, it was becoming pretty obvious that the blonde-haired girl was suffering from all eyes being put on her. Apparently Little Miss Spotlight didn’t like the attention after all, especially when it was starting to become all negative. Even when she tried to act all tough in her rebuttal, one could tell she was getting fatigued from the whole ordeal. Whatever was going on in her head, Mitsuko felt like it was a rather just reward for her earlier actions. Granted, she was feeling a little sorry for it, and it may have gone a little too far, but there was no backing down now. The lines were drawn, and this girl needed a good humbling to get her priorities straight. By this point, Mitusko was in such a Knight Templar mood she pretty much forgot about the boy she was clinging herself too, completely missing his comment about not being a pervert and instead just focused on the blonde, who was named Avery Vanderbilt apparently.
Huh, that must have made her a foreigner then. In that light her being rude made some sense. Most likely she was overcompensating for being all alone in a new place by being overly rude and aggressive towards people. Her statements about her wealth, popularity (which had to be untrue), and looks suggested she had quite the ego, which was probably being broken quite nicely by this little incident (though in time it would repair itself, unfortunately). This didn’t change Mitsuko’s mind though; foreigner with a psychological excuse or not, that didn’t give her any right to act the way she did.
And then apparently her father entered the picture, and from the look on Avery’s face, that would bring a whole new level of embarrassment to the girl. But at that point Avery had walked off and seemed to be doing her best to get out of the situation, and so it seemed that there was no point in pushing things further. The damage was done, and everything at this point was just going to be a bonus. Before she got a real chance to enjoy it, however, another girl seemed to just walk up to them and started talking. Well, now here was the downside of getting herself involved in things she didn’t fully know; she was out of the loop.
”You call that just a commotion? I’d hate to see what a disaster is to this girl
Hoping that she would finally get a chance to relax and just get herself something to drink, Mitusko let go of the boy and was about to sit down when….he ran off to confront the girl. About a second after that, one could probably hear a loud thump as Mitsuko just smacked her head on the table in a sort of face fault, mumbling to herself.
”What the hell is wrong with that kid? She backed off humiliated, and just went and started a new problem.”
This time she wasn’t going to bail him out with the girlfriend act; he was on his own this time. She was willing to help a guy once, but if he was stupid enough to go and throw himself back into the oven again, well, she was just going to let them get burned. Maybe after that he would learn…
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2012 17:46:21 GMT -6
Now that the atmosphere of the room was slowly dwindling back into a state of mild activity, the American girl sat dully at the table while her childish father spoke erratically with Kyoko, about his own knowledge upon the subject of the Founder’s Festival. Every once in a while, the meek woman had to correct him but she obviously found his great keen interest in Japanese culture rather charming, letting out a soft laugh at a few pauses but she kept her body rigid; as if she was afraid to show too much pep or fervor. Everything about her irked Avery, from her soft, little voice to her soft, little clothes and her soft, little brain.
Snort.
However that last bit probably didn’t hold very much weight, as Kyoko was quite intelligent and annoyingly so. She knew she didn’t want her to wind up marrying her father; that would be unacceptable. But there was another reason that Avery didn’t want her around so much, eyeing her from afar or making “sweet” little gestures, usually disingenuous to try and make her feel comfortable but she was only doing the exact opposite. That secret reason was exactly that; it was secret from herself as well. It was somewhere deeply-seeded inside of her, and it irritated her whenever Kyoko was around. Such as now. It was the way she’d glance quietly over at Avery, whether it be expecting her to answer something her father said (something Avery most likely had no interest in) or just studying her. Like she was looking for her faults, her flaws and her falls. The ones I try so f*cking hard to hide –
What?
The unbearable chatter of her father and his lover were plaguing her thoughts and she wanted nothing more than to escape. She wasn’t hungry or thirsty. The sickeningly-sweet smell of the brewing tea was wafting in and out of her nostrils, and giving her a headache she promptly believed she didn’t deserve. Brushing a band behind an ear, she looked directly behind her to be faced with the midsection of a boy; her gaze quickly shot upwards and was met with the strange eyes of the same boy who had the gall to request breasts.
What nerve! I’ll sue –
[/i] "I'm sorry Miss W... V-Vander... Bilt,” he’d apologize meekly and Avery noted how he could barely keep his eyes on her. Immediately, the blonde’s expression scrunched up bitterly as she stared at him, piercing her eyes into his. This was a habit of hers; she knew the ability she possessed and how she could pour dislike into someone with a single gaze. “I'm sorry I was rude before. But could you please apologize to Narukami-san for pushing him over?"An awkward silence. Eventually a scoff broke the air, as Avery straightened herself in the chair. Her grip tightened momentarily but her anger was arguably neutral for now; a speculating Kyoko lingered over Avery and the latter’s father continued to babble on about his interests. He seemed to barely notice his special other was only semi-listening to him. She enjoyed chatting with Mr. Vanderbilt, but she liked to keep an eye on Avery. She considered the girl was troubled in some way, and she wanted to reach out to her. Boundaries was what kept them apart and it didn’t take a genius to see she didn’t prefer being around the woman in love with her father. ”In case you didn’t notice, pervert, we’re on two entirely different social levels. You… down here,” she demonstrated with a hand that lowered near the ground. ”And me up here,” she finished with a hand high above her head. ”Surely you’re getting at what I’m saying? Or are you too busy thinking of me nude? Pervert! I won’t apologize to him or acknowledge your own. Just stay out of my way and I won’t press charges… this time.” Immediately, the woman couldn’t just sit back and decided this would be a valuable time to pinpoint her errors; to correct her. ”Avery.” Immediately, Avery looked to Kyoko with a bewildered expression, almost surprised to hear her butt in, but it turned to spite. She turned a quarter in her seat, her own father sipping his newly-arrived tea and viewed the situation over the edge of his cup. ”The boy here is trying to apologize; letting his guard down –“”I’m like, completely aware.””…then perhaps you could show a little bit of respect and try to work things out. You’re a human being, dear. You’re bound to make mistakes. Nobody is always in the right.” This was all ended with an encouraging smile, but Avery perceived it as exceptionally catty and it seemed to flick the right switch in Avery’s subconscious. She stood up directly, pointing a slightly-shaking finger at Kyoko, which made her usually clueless father glance at her with disapproval. ”How about you some show respect and remember that you’re not my MOTHER! Keep your own ill-guided advice to yourself and stop trying to tell me what to do. You won’t win. You won’t!””Now, Avery, that’s really –“”NO! And you stay away from Daddy’s money too.”This blunt, rude remark was aimed at Kyoko who clutched at her chest slowly; blinking several times. Avery’s father leaned forward a bit, glaring at her with disappointment but the blonde was already out the door. Her outburst wasn’t loud enough for the entire room to hear, but the table nearest to them (and of course Koji) probably got a few earfuls of the conversation. ”I profusely apologize, dear. She just gets like this! Ohoho. Still some… adjusting to is all. Don’t take it personally.”His nervous laughter was his own way to combat the awkward mood of the entire ordeal. ”No, it’s fine. I should’ve known better. Personal… yes.” Kyoko swept a loose strand of her hair aside, and looked to Koji and mustered a reassuring smile, most likely her way of apologizing to the boy for having to witness what had just transpired. As soon as Koji had left, Mr. Vanderbilt planted a tingling kiss upon the mousy woman's silky cheek, the mustache against her skin perfectly meshing to cure any ailments she had. She couldn't help but snigger at his affection, impressed with the way he showcased it so eagerly. Most men (and women) in Japan didn't display the same amount of fondness in public, as it was often considered disrespectful. But he was a Westerner, and despite his extreme interest in the country, he seemed to be all too oblivious. "You're my weyfu, love.""That's waifu, Mr. Vanderbilt," she teased with a gentle prodding of his nose. "And I don't think it's an appropriate term for now."Suddenly, the blonde man was reminded of his daughter and released a little sigh. She noticed this, and shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to calm his nerves. Who could be so unhappy with such wonderful tea?!
Vanderbilt Jr., that's who. Outside of the door, Avery huddled self-assuredly against it before throwing herself forward. She wasn’t exactly aware she was alone in the hallway but she could feel it. More than anything, her hunger was bolted right back up and she suddenly remembered there was supposed to be a ramen booth outside. It was a bland food she believed, and rather… cheap. Still, she’d rather not risk going back into the Café; not after what she had said. With a sniff and a wipe of her eyes (really, those stupid damn tears), she stuck her nose lightly in the air as she flounced down the hall. Everything would be fine; as it always would be. Vanderbilts fall but they always get back up. [/blockquote][/size] (Avery has left the thread.)
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on May 28, 2012 23:04:45 GMT -6
OC: Zombie thread! Sorry if it was supposed to be dead. X.XI'm... late for my shift. Ugh.
As the white-haired boy entered the classroom, he spied... from the other door... a certain blonde classmate. She's... Vanderbilt... he presumed. He hadn't... had the chance of... interacting with her (and he did not necessarily wish to)... but she had sparked up arguments in class at times... she wondered why someone as... proud as she, seemed to be... fleeing.
You don't have time to worry about others, worry about yourself first, Ayumu...
Having dismissed, for now, the observations of a quick glance, he proceeded to go inside. He was already appropriately attired, as one of those who were to offer their services; he had preemptively changed in the restroom, with the clothes in his locker beforehand.
What greeted him, while it seemed... normal enough, much like its condition in the morning when he had dropped by to check... it seemed like... an aftermath, or something. He wasn't exactly sure what was telling him that; perhaps it was that subtle hesitation prevailing in the air, both on the parts of the servers and the served. Still, it was slowly dissipating... an aftermath, after all.
Perhaps I am late in more ways than one.
He strolled towards the desk-rows, where the people preparing the food and beverages were busy. Maybe somebody could tell him what had transpired... if his inference that something had transpired was right, and it was not necessarily problematic to know...
...or maybe somebody could chastise him for idling, even just a little bit, and urge him to go join the crew and get an order, even if he had just come, and the general haste of his classmates had decreased...
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Post by Narukami Akira on May 31, 2012 15:11:08 GMT -6
Geez, not the kind of day I had expected. I was supposed to enjoy the work, and the lovely, actually worn, maid outfits. Not to be humiliated in public by the resident arrogant bimbo! And I have to depend on strangers to bail me out. How embarrassing.
Well, looks like she has her own problems to deal with now, so it's even, then. Now that's what we call justice. Even though you are not bad-looking, and I don't want to go physical with the fair sex in general, I will make an exception if I catch you trying to hurt any helpless person (especially a cute, lovely girl).
Then, a certain "buddy" of mine shows up. How perfectly timed it is.
"Excuse me, Otomo-san."
I can't help but grab Whitey's arm and drag him to the back of the classroom, where only the "staff" can see us. I'm just an inch away from unleashing my frustration on my supposed co-worker, and try to suppress to volume as much as I can:
"Where. On. Earth. Have. You. Been?!!"
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jun 3, 2012 2:15:07 GMT -6
Narukami Akira seemed less... composed than usual. The white-haired boy repressed his curiosity a bit; while what had disturbed Narukami greatly interested him, perhaps it would not be normal... or considerate... to ask him directly about it.
Besides, he was late, and that just might be the reason (maybe his classmate had some detailed backstory that lead him to be incredibly strict with punctuality...) and he had a feeling he would know, sooner or later. After the slightest of pauses (as slight as the gradual Mizukami could force himself to), he apologized.
"Err... I lost track of the time..."
While that may not be an adequate explanation, it was more or less the truth; time can swiftly pass away when you end up embroiled in fortunes writing the script of your life so soon. Also, explanations often sound like excuses, and he preferred simpler apologies; they mostly claimed that you were the one at fault, not some intricate scenario, and that was true, in this case.
"I'm sorry I was late." he continued, bowing.
He might have been struck by certain events, but it was still his fault he was late for his duty. It was not like a lightning bolt shot his ankle and crippled him from getting back to the classroom quickly.
"So... you don't look so good."
He hoped that did not sound rude.
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Post by Narukami Akira on Jun 3, 2012 19:31:35 GMT -6
"It's alright. All cool. At least you show up. Better late than never". I respond quickly, without thinking much, realizing that I might bringing things out of control again. I briskly turn away from him, taking slow deep breaths. At least this method is rather useful in restraining myself.
"Still", I turn back to him after the final sigh, "why didn't you come sooner? Our café can use an extra hand. And I think your presence, well, can attract more female customers." I says matter-of-fact-ly. It is true that the majority of our customers right now are males, coming to ogle the female staff, that's for sure. But the American bimbo may even drive some of them away. So, the white-haired pretty boy's presence should balance that out. If I can look good when I suit up, he definitely will, too.
I can't help but give him a small admonition: "Even if you had some plans with a girl, you have to remember to be punctual in everywhere you need to be, ok?"
Hmm, but to think about it, does he actually have a girl he plans to meet in the festival? Maybe more than one? Sure, he doesn't look like the social type, but I think many girls can be drawn to him, like that energetic girl I've met at the restaurant.
"Once you're ready, suit up, alright?" I sound like a leader of a task force or something. The superheroes have rubbed off on me, I guess.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jun 19, 2012 0:10:01 GMT -6
Plans, huh... I didn't really plan anything, but...
"I... can't really answer that. I deeply regret my tardiness." The boy bowed, yet again.
Narukami... seemed to be more rattled than he had previously assumed. Perhaps his earlier assessments were... understatements. Perhaps... he should not tick him off further; he just might have gone through... something incredible. He would... ask him... perhaps... when things have... settled down. Besides... he had some things he had to settle in his mind.
"...attract?" It was mostly said to himself.
Mizukami was unsure what Narukami meant by that... he didn't usually attract attention, much less females. He didn't really... feel that invested with their booth, like he wanted it to succeed a lot or earn a lot or something... he just was doing his duty. Did he have some sort of effect that he was unaware of?
Recent events have made him think that the things he were unaware of were making a hobby out of dancing in front of him... it would have been fine if they did not bother him... but well, if it helped the booth, perhaps that was nice. He'll just have to add that comment to the list of things he would badger Narukami later, when he was in a better mood.
"I'm... already... agh, references."
Ayumu procured a small notepad for taking orders... he might mix up things if he didn't write them down... and proceeded to follow Narukami... and possibly find a customer.
No time like the present.
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