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Post by hyori on Aug 28, 2009 20:08:23 GMT -6
Jyongri looked awkwardly at her friend. "S-say what?" she blurted out, clearly unsettled, strands of hair sticking out from schock. Her hands where straight out on her sides, her face in total disbelief and staring open-mouthed at her friend, Hikari. She simply stood there, with a sign of approval on her face and her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "Got a problem with it? I already signed you in, so you shouldn't be so worried." Her cheeky smile widened, suddenly snatching Jyongri's arm and dragging her to the student-running cafe'. Jyongri, though in disbelief, couldn't ignore the fact that she was indeed amazed at all the work put in. It was just like an actual cafe, except...
The customers.
Jyongri knew it was an inevitable fact, and that it had to happen. The majority of the boys were... well, practically drooling over the girls in maid costumes. Just thinking of that happening to her, she freed her arm of her friends grasp and slapped her own cheeks. Dream, just a dream. But when she opened her eyes, it was all still there, with her friend looking at her like she was some crazy psycho. "Look, don't you like attention? Besides, it's just for fun. Nothing better like this great event!" Some kind of a cheerful, happy aura arose from her, but Jyongri sure didn't like it. What are you, crazy? You actually WANT some pervert drooling over you? she wanted to say, but held her tongue. This wasn't time to ruin her friend's happy moment. Sighing in utter defeat, she was taken to the nearest locker room. "Come one, the uniforms are sooo cute!" her friend exclaimed once more. Jyongri, biting her lip, was pushed to a locker. "Here's the outfit! Come on, enjoy yourself. I've got a customer to tend to, so ta-ta~" Jyongri, with a shaky laugh, waved goodbye to Hikari. Come on, Jyongri! Step it up! You wore outfits like these all the time in Korea. Scared you'll get carried away and start posing or something? Don't kid me! she argued with herself. Pulling a weak smile, she opened the locker and held the outfit out in front of her. It really was cute, she decided, but the thought of perverts just sent a chill down her spine. Clearing her mind, she quickly got undressed and tried the maid outfit on. Jyongri looked in the mirror once, with a little twirl. Wow, they really are cute. I should give compliments to whoever sewed this. She clicked her heels as a joke to herself, and trotted out the room with a sudden improvement of mood.
I'm all set. Bring it on! she thought, determined, entering the cafe'. Jyongri skipped up to the representative of it, and quickly asked what her job would be. "Oh, nice to see another enthusiastic volunteer! You can tend to any open customers, or check on people who are already doing their eating duty. Thanks in advanced!" he smiled, turning around and doing "serious talk" again with someone else. Jyongri, putting on a more confident smile, skipped along to the nearest table.
"How may I help you?" she asked, as sweetly as possible.
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Post by andy on Aug 28, 2009 21:46:51 GMT -6
A pack of hyenas, these guys. Kouta had finished putting up some signs for the festival. Not many people favoured the idea of standing on a rattly ladder hammering up a sign for the festival. Kouta couldn’t blame them. The first time, he had been confident, until he got to the top, where the slightest wobble would leave him clinging to the top of it like some cat stuck in a tree. A few tries after that, Kouta got used to the sight. After taking off his overalls and giving the tools back to the school, Kouta walked around the festival for a bit, and met up with his friends. They had already stuffed themselves when they got to him, and were immediately trying to drag him off to some place.
”Hey, I heard at the café the waitresses are…
He made a typical male gesture which sparked interest in the pack. A couple of them turned to Kouta, whose face showed far from an expression of interest. His arms were folded together and his arms were clamped to his chest, he looked rather off compared to his friends, acting like monkeys set loose. They embarrassed him sometimes, yet they were still his friends, guys too, they needed lee-way.
”Hey, Kouta. You haven’t landed a chick in ages, how about we go check them out eh?”
An elbow was nudged into his ribs and Kouta sighed. Their faces changed as they could tell what his answer would be.
”I’ve seen it all, and after that work, I’m pretty beat. Probably going to go back home.”
Kouta jerked a thumb in the general direction of his home, and his expression changed as the males began to mock him, bent double and scratching their ‘aching’ backs, grabbing onto walking sticks and sucking in their cheeks, creating mock wrinkles, making all sorts of elderly gestures.
”Sure, we’ll head on without you, Ojiisan.”
”You must be dead on your feet, Jiji.”
This irked Kouta, as well as giving him some sort of realization. He could easily have a good time, check out some cute girls. Was he really turning into some sort of old man stuck in a teenager’s body? Ever since she had left his life, Kouta had lost interest in doing anything a typical teenage male would do. Maybe he should move on. There could be better for him, someone who was more suited. Well, he would like to believe that. Some sort of alleviation. His friends noticed Kouta’s face turn into that of thought, and they moved in, waiting for a response. Eventually, through a lot of joking around, and turning Kouta into Ojiisan, maybe they had broken through his barrier. Kouta heaved a sigh and let his arms fall limp at his sides, showing defeat.
”Sure, whatever. Let’s go.”
The rest of the pack cheered and began dragging him along to the café, talking about who was working there and the like, the better ones. There was talk about a model come actress, who had ignited exited talk between the boys, about how she was working there, and how cute the uniforms would be. As the rest were bubbling over, Kouta was still slightly detached from the rest, willing to get his heart into things, which lately, he obviously lacked lately. Seemed like people were having fun, and Kouta would try his hand at some of the games. It did look entertaining. It was a silly idea for Kouta to just go home and laze in front of the T.V…
The group entered the bar and plonked themselves down in the nearest seats to where the girls were carrying drinks, commenting on each of them. Kouta rolled his eyes. Typical. They were pretty, actually. There was no denying that. Kouta’s attention shifted as a member of the group poked his cheek with the menu. Kouta pulled a face.
”Youre paying.”
He knew that was coming. As soon as he gets money, he was always paying. They picked out the most expensive drinks to try and irk Kouta, grinning as they said the amounts out loud and gave him stares. Shrugging, Kouta waited for a bit, when a waitress came over, complete with smile. Instantly, the group began shuffling and nudging each other, looking her up and down. Kouta had to look away for a moment himself, as yes, she was very pretty. Looking up again, he motioned to his friends, who had cheesy grins plastered on their faces. He faltered for a moment, and looked at her with an apologetic expression. They ordered their drinks, and Kouta scanned the menu, choosing a coffee. He could use the caffeine if it meant keeping this up tonight. He only prayed it didn’t offend her, though, a good smack round the head probably was what these guys needed, and Kouta himself would probably deliver it if they couldn’t compose themselves. He really was thinking more like their parent than their friend. He mentally sighed, oh well. [/size]
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hyori Guest
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Post by hyori on Aug 28, 2009 22:24:41 GMT -6
Jyongri instantly had a chill run down her spine as she realised what group she had gotten contact with. Her body and face froze as they commented on her and made strange gestures, then ordering. One boy, though in particular, seemed to be enjoying this day dramatically less. Though he still seemed somewhat interested in her, it definetely was a backdrop of his little 'gang'.
You're paying, her ears picked up. She felt a little sorry for the guy, he seemed like he was the loner of the group. Her eyes rested on him with a sympathetic look, then turned them back to the general table. Her hands all the while, subconciously were writing down notes of their orders with much of the scratching-like noise. Gradually, her mouth turned more of a frown as her hand started to hurt a little. Though it was orders she should expect, she wasn't used to writing so fast, and it caused her wrist to grow stiff and even her head to ache.
What have I gotten myself into... Suddenly, she picked up a couple words from their unusual mumblings. Model. Actress. A vein would've popped in her head, but that just didn't happen with Jyongri. How the hell did they know about that, know?! Of course. How could she have been so brain dead? Though it all happened back in Korea, business lately have been good between the two. Maybe her popularity had leaked outside the country.
Jyongri had been so stupid this whole time.
It was going to get spread around sooner or later. It was the unavoidable truth. But for now, she had something to deal with. These idiots. Suddenly, she slammed her hand on the table, causing the salt and peper shakers to jump up a little. Eye twitching, fury rising, she was sure her personality could scare them away. After this, i'll just do some small work. I admit, I like this uniform. I'll just do some stuff in the back or something, after I deal with these guys. Her voice grew threatening, as she fixed each of the boys a cold, heartless stare. "Look, I think we have a problem here. Stop ordering so quickly! My hands about to break for gods sake. Also, stop mumbling like that like a bunch of creeps! I'm barely seconds away from poking those perverted eyes out of all of you. And I forgot t say. Shut the talk about my former job. Humph."
The other customers around her seemed to give her a scared look, obviously about to make a dash for it. Scary maid they had here. Though, the boys seemd to be having second thoughts as her appearance would say otherwise. ...Crap. I forgot about the other people here. If they get scared away, i'll seriously get suspended or get a week long detention. I'll retreat for now... Her eyes closed apologetically, bowing politely, with a back step. "I'm so sorry... I got carried away. I'll get those orders up right away, sirs." Biting her lip once more, she walked away and looked at some of her classmates also working there. "Here's the drinks they ordered," she coughed. Hikari seemed to look over her shoulder to look at her, but just gave an encouraging wink. Sighing, Jyongri apologized with her co-workers again.
I guess I really was too loud. Her mind was unsettled, but seeing her friend enjoying herself so much, she felt guilty inside. She's a precious friend. I have to work as hard as I can. After taking plates in both hands, she walked on over back to the group. "My apologies, again. Here's your drinks." she placed the cups on the table, giving that one boy a particularly sorry look. Come to think of it, he looked like... possibly, Kouta Mazaki? He was in their grade, wasn't he? Yes... come to think of it, she had seen him in the hallways a couple times. They never really conversed, though. With another small sigh, she stated simply. "Enjoy your drinks. Tell me if you want anythinh to eat."
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Post by Sakamoto Mitsuko on Aug 30, 2009 16:05:20 GMT -6
Wonders How She Got Roped Into This ”I seriously hate my life right now…” Mitsuko groaned as she looked over herself in the mirror.
She still wasn’t too sure how she had gotten roped into this mess. A while back the class had decided they wanted to do a café for the school festival, and Mitsuko had originally planned on skipping that day or at least getting a position in the back cooking. Anything to avoid wearing that waitress outfit. She knew exactly why the girls wore those, and it wasn’t to make the atmosphere more ‘café like.’ More likely, it was so all the guys could get some nice eye candy to look at while eating, and the girls to be able to comment on how cute and adorable they looked. It just made her feel sick just thinking about it.
The Founder’s Festival eventually came, however, and for the most part Mitsuko looked as if she was in the clear. She had been wandering around the booths and goofing off, but suddenly someone grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her away. Yells of protest were made before she was informed that she had to help serve at the café, and in silence she followed. Not because she wanted too, but more from the shock that she was going to have to do it. Eventually she snapped out of her disbelief, and tried to make a break for it. The class, however, was prepared, and soon their overwhelming force had taken her hostage and shoved her into the changing room.
After a failed attempt to break out, Mitsuko had simply glared at the cursed waitress outfit. Oh how she loathed it, and simply wished she could just escape and run free like a bird (or fly, whatever metaphor catches your fancy). She wasn’t stupid, however, and knew that the rest of the class probably planned on such a reaction from her. Her fellow classmates were probably standing guard right now, waiting for her to come out all dressed up. They caught her once, they could do it again. The taste of defeat was bitter indeed, and so she reluctantly put on that outfit.
As she looked herself over in the mirror, she shook her head. Sure, she looked rather aesthetically pleasing (a fancy way to say she looked ‘hot’ as the guys would say), and it wouldn’t be hard to catch any guys eye with it. That, of course, was the problem, but it may not be one for long once she was done. Any guy who so much even glanced at her pervetedly was going to find himself with nice cup of hot tea ‘accidentally’ spilled right on their lap. A mischievous grin filled her face as she exited the changing room, though it changed to a wince as she heard fangirlish squeals from the rest of her classmates.
”So then, what do you want me to do first?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip as she waited for an answer.
”It’s a café, so it’s simple. Find a table and wait on them. Get them drinks, possibly food. And please Mitsuko-chan, try and be nice to the customers. We want them to stay here, not run away in fear…” one of the girls replied.
Before Mitsuko got out a reply, there was the sounds of a commotion coming from the main room. Another girl was going all out on this one group of guys, who from the sounds of it were just the kind of people Mitsuko wanted to spill hot drinks on. She grinned as the place grew silent in terror before glancing at the girl.
”Apparently that girl has got it covered. Good for her though because some of the perverts in this school can get rather annoying.”
With that over and done with, Mitsuko grabbed a tray and started to see about getting some orders filled. The rest of the girls just stared at the scene, wondering why exactly they had decided to drag her, and now that other girl, into this.
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Post by sunohara on Aug 31, 2009 9:32:45 GMT -6
'Here we see the Sunohara in its natural habitat...' Sunohara drew in a long, long breath as he approached his target destination. Obviously he had skipped out on the decoration and building phase and was now only coming to reap the benefit of others' toil. Not that anyone -really- minded... the teachers hardly considered Sunohara a real student of the school anyway. Might as well be a visitor. After drawing the breath in, Sunohara let it out in a long, luxurious sigh that sounded a lot like: "MMmmmmmmaid cafe..."As if he'd be anywhere else. After the fiasco at the restaurant Sunohara's wounded pride and manliness required buffering. And where better to do it than at an event where the girls had to act subservient to the customers? That was the whole point of the maid cafe, right? Well, besides the costumes. Actually, it was a bit of a debate and Sunohara had to stop and think about it. What -was- the best part of maid cafes? The costumes, or the docile girls saying 'master'? He couldn't figure it out. So, he decided to put practice before theory and just go see it for himself. However, upon arriving he looked in and saw not the maid outfits he had been expecting but instead ordinary (admittedly cute) waitress outfits. Huh? He noticed a teacher keeping track of it all since it was a school event so he grabbed her and pointed in the direction of the cafe. "Where's the -maid- part of this maid cafe?"The teacher looked at Sunohara as if he had crawled out from under a rock. "I don't know what kind of male chauvinist fantasies you were having, but I suggest you keep them to yourself," she said, resisting the urge to step on him like a cockroach. "B-but maid! Maid cafe!" Sunohara whined, as the teacher turned her back and stalked off. Defeated, he let out a sigh. Oh well, at least he could enjoy the waitress uniforms. However, just the thought of waitresses brought to mind the one that had so recently beat him up. Well, maybe this time around would be better. It didn't take Sunohara long to regain his confidence. Maybe they wouldn't be maids, but he could still at least take a look. So, with his chin up, he went into the room and found himself an open seat.
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Post by takashi on Sept 1, 2009 16:18:36 GMT -6
"The Rookie is a go" Takashi looked around as the Founder's Festival was buzzing with excitement. He already helped putting his classes booth and the Judo club's booth so he was off until someone actually needed him. There wasn't much to do actually so he decided to look around and see what was going on. He had heard from a pack of girls that they would be working at a Mock Cafe and that they would love for him to go. Fangirls were going to be the death of Takashi but due to his nature he had to go anyway. But he decided to take his sweet time since it wasn't really killing anyone.
Walking through the hallway he was instantly dragged by one of his teammates from the Basketball team. "Takashi you'd think you'd go in that Cafe with all those sweet, innocent, cute looking girls without the rest of us?" Kazuki said. Takashi looked at his best friend Kazu and wondered what got into him. "How much did Hitomi pay you to say that Kazu?" Takashi asked. Kazuki laughed and then a serious face loomed over him. He pulled out 300 yen from out his pocket and then patted Takashi on his back. "Your sister gave me the puppy face but I really wouldn't do that to you Takashi so i got 300 yen" Kazuki said smiling. Takashi sighed and then looked towards the door where they would enter the cafe which for some was a hell hole.
Walking behind 2 other members of the Basketball team Takashi and Kazuki found a group seat of 4. It was near the group where Kouta Mazaki was sitting and it was across from where you would find Youhei Sunohara sitting down. Takashi looked and when he spotted Sunohara he remembered that day at the restaurant. Takashi wasn't the one to hold a grudge and he did begin to get a little friendly with him by giving a wave and a smile. Thinking how Sunohara acted it probably looked like a smile and a wave of death. Takashi sighed and looked at the girls who were serving. Takashi saw one girl that seemed familiar to him. Jyongri Takaha who seemed to be looking great and boasty as ever or at least that's what Takashi thought. He wasn't really looking around drooling like most of the pervs did but he was still looking praying that one fan girl didn't actually scream brining all the attention to his table.
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Post by hyori on Sept 1, 2009 19:18:40 GMT -6
After that unfortunate incident with the group, Jyongri had hurried out to the back. Her mind was filled with worry of getting fired from the job, but the manager was particularily modest and let her off easily. She was used to using her legs for several reasons; sports, modeling, just walking around in school. So they weren't really tired out, but her mind mentally needed a rest. Taking a polite sit on a stool, she crossed her legs and rested her arm on something close to her. Her mouth formed a mini frown, her face blank yet fustrated. She noticed another girl come out to work, though she looked a bit angry, if not unsatisfied. I bet she's in nearly the same situation as I, she assumed automatically, but shrugged off the thought and onto future business.
From the entrance, she noticed the one most famous pervert of all time; Youhei Sunohara. Her eyes widened and her interest wavered, only to find himself a seat with everyone undisturbed. He seemed strangely calm today, Jyongri would think that he'd normally go jumping mid-air at some girls waist, only to find himself a nice little purple bruise to compliment his eyes. Though there was none of that today, and her thoughts lingered on elsewhere to the next pair of visitors. They were somewhat taller than the former, most part of the basketball team. Fortunately, they didn't have cheesy grins that suggested trouble to brew, like somebody. Looking a little closer, Jyongri actually found herself a familiar face.
Takashi?
She had been seeing him confront her several times lately, perhaps a little too much for her liking. It almost felt like he was following her somewhat, though that obviously couldn't be true. With all those fangirls chasing him, no way he had time to slack off. Her frown fading a bit, she picked herself up and walked over to where they had sat themselves. Is my mouth giving itself a workout, or what? she thought grimly, as her eyes nailed themselves into those of Takashi's neighbor. Ironically enough, Sunohara himself. Her face seemed to flow with anger once more, but she swung her head to face the basketball group, and her emotions snapping back into position, turning her back to the pervert.
"May I help you?" it felt as if the same thing were happening over and over, like rewinding a video tape and playing it.
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