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Post by Chloe Green on Feb 19, 2010 19:43:13 GMT -5
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Pale fingers gently tapping against the table to the beat of a soothing song by Zee Avi. Long, bright blonde locks of hair resting just so slightly on the table, their peaceful position being disturbed as the woman behind the hair moved her body to pick up her mint smelling drink.
Placing the rim of the white mug to her slightly chapped lips, Chloe smiled with the taste. Mint hot chocolate, the café at Blackstone had regular hot chocolate, and white, nothing that had the taste of her mint hot chocolate. She had become a frequent regular at the coffee shop, where she would simply request hot chocolate with milk on the side. As soon as she would receive it she would open a lipton peppermint tea bag and gently drop it into her drink. Placing the mug quietly on the table, Chloe picked up the thread attached to the bag and spun it around in her drink with a sigh.
"Why did I have to blow all my money? I could have simply just bought more and be happy and relaxed in the park." Chloe whispered to herself, rolling her eyes with her decisions on how she spent her money recently. Her supply of 'happiness' as she so called it had run out.
"Maybe I should find someone cheaper..." If you were eavesdropping on her conversation with herself you would almost instantly assume two possible things, she has a sex addiction and is trying to find a male prostitute, or that she wanted some kind of 'drug' to intake. The second option being correct, but you wouldn't expect it from the short blonde hair, blue eyed girl sitting there in front of a large crowd of people. Her black little flats rested on the floor, the bright blue ribbons on the toe of each shoe still vibrant and clean. For someone that would be judged immediately by the preps and A-listers if caught for her guilty pleasure, she wouldn't fit the stereotype perfectly.
"Maybe I should just stop for a long ti- that's a bad idea. " Chloe did indeed talk to herself a lot, even in public places where it wasn't exactly considered appropriate, but she still did. Today however, the talkative girl, didn't seem to be enthusiastic, which was quite questionable for most, unless well. You ere her best friend, and she uses her best friend all the time until they are all gone, and she has to buy another one.
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Post by Jackson Hardy on Feb 20, 2010 9:16:50 GMT -5
It had been a quiet morning in the café that day, with only one or two customers in at a time, leaving the staff with little else to do but surreptitiously slide as many cakes as they could into their pockets. The manager left early, leaving the shop in Jackson's "capable" hands; which were currently making more brownies in the kitchen, to replace the one's he had already eaten, which the old man on the stool in the corner then decided he wanted one of. It was irritating, but you reap what you sow.
He looked around quickly, to make sure nobody else was in the kitchen, if he wanted to make working alone any less boring he would have to spice things up a bit,
♪ 'Add all the ingredients and mix the batter'.
So I pour in some chocolate, then do the latter.
My arm's getting tired, the batter's so thick,
But I'll soon have brownies and a spoon to lick! ♪
He was pretty sure the door was soundproof, too, so he wouldn't have to worry about bursting people's eardrums, or driving the people studying in the library next door any more insane.
♪ There's nobody near, good times are abound,
Everyone's thankful, when green is around! ♪
He really needed to stop singing in work, if his manager came in to hear him he wouldn't be able to look at him in the eyes again, to save them from the shame.
He slipped his old breath mint box from his pocket and removed a small plastic bag from inside it.
"It's a lot to use, but it won't work otherwise."
He looked into his separate pan, full of simmering water, covered with a glass bowl. It took him a while to master this, but it worked like a charm now, and barely even made a smell, thanks to the extractor fan. He poured some oil into the bowl and began to tear up the contents of the plastic bag into it, letting them heat in the warming oil.
"That old man's going to fucking LOVE these."
His singing may not have got through the kitchen door, but his booming laugh was guaranteed to.
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Post by Chloe Green on Feb 20, 2010 16:40:24 GMT -5
The mess of blonde hair sorted itself out as Chloe quickly pivoted her body assuming she had heard her name be called. Her bright blue eyes sped around the room looking for familiar faces, only to simply be let down by her own expectations. Friends? Well it wasn't like Chloe didn't have friends, so much as she didn't have friends she could bestow all her trust upon. Trial and failure had often proved her wrong, except for the odd few that she did find and ended up leaving.
As she rotated her body back into place, her eyes caught attention on the old man in the corner and with that they left his presence with a roll. Always there, always making employees lives difficult, and just being a general pain in the ass. She would never be able to apply the general saying, "the customer is always right." as it would be more likely to fall under a saying more to the lines of "you will put up with what I say as the person serving you, or I will most definitely pull a Mike Tyson on you.", and that would be how she would word it nicely.
Calmly grabbing her mug, Chloe approached the counter and slammed her hand on the bell, continuously doing so until she received service. Today hadn't been a good day for her from the very beginning, her roommates alarm clock malfunctioned and went off blaring some crap band, and was then forced by that very same roommate to take her "calm" pills. To top things off, when she went to reach for her baggie, it was empty. Her spices had run out of stock and she had no big change to spend... Except on her morning drink, but that was absolutely important too her., besides her spices. "Is anyone back there!" letting her hand fall one more time on the bell frustrated, she shot the old man a dirty look that would make the seemingly friendly and innocent girl seem like she was Satan. Hearing a muffled laugh come from the kitchen of the building she rolled her head back to the back door. Taking the courage to walk back there herself with mug in hand, she pushed the door open as her short figure seemed powerful as she stormed into the kitchen. Her eyes fixed on the only figure there was other then her own.
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Post by Jackson Hardy on Feb 22, 2010 6:44:03 GMT -5
Everything was coming together nicely, all that was left was to mix in the secret ingredient and place it all in the oven.
Then the door began to slide open.
Jackson froze, a bead of sweat dripping from his hairline as he fearfully swivelled his eyes toward the door. If his boss came back now he would be fired. More than fired. He had no idea what to do, a split second to react and not a moment to think.
He threw the oil into the batter, the bowl with it, and it sank into the middle of the mixing bowl, oily bubbles rising to the surface. An arm reached carefully around a door, allowing Jackson one more quick movement; he grabbed the pot of simmering water and threw it in the washing basin, it wasn't hot enough to crack when it submerged, so he may just have saved himself yet. He turned back towards the door, heart racing, and tried to remain calm, fruitlessly.
A girl walked in, a small, innocent looking girl. Jackson sighed heavily, relief forming in the place of any terror that was there only a blink ago. He recognised her, not well, but enough to know he'd seen her around the campus more than once. She was a pupil here. He looked quickly at the burbling batter behind him and back at her. It wouldn't matter if she saw what he was doing: most people know almost nothing about cooking, and with so many methods to make one recipe it would be very unlikely for her to realise what he was really doing.
"Oh, look what you made me do." He said, as realisticly as he could, reaching into the mixing bowl to pull out the small bowl the oil used to be in, hurriedly scraping out any batter that had slid inside with a wooden spoon,
"You gave me a fright!"
He looked at her again, wooden spoon still at work, as if to say So what do you want?, but in as nice a way as possible, of course. He needed tips.
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Post by Chloe Green on Feb 22, 2010 17:17:43 GMT -5
Throwing her arms behind her back, interlocking her fingers together and walking with her feet placing directly in front of the other. Chloe gave him a little smirk as she began to let out a child-like voice. "What was that all about?" slowly approaching him step by step. "Did I just see... 'parsley'?", she knew what she saw and when she saw it her eyes had lit up. That little baggie he had, that was potentially her want and need.
She could see how tense he was, she was peeking through the door on her way in and saw the panic, That had to have meant he was either trying to make himself look busy or he was doing something inappropriate with that little baggie. But perhaps that was all in her imagination, and all she could do was make it seem, like she had witnessed everything. Her eyes closing for a moment as she considered the many threats and options she could have given him. Seeing as how, she wasn't completely sure on what he was doing she would have to let it slip somewhat.
"I did that? I made you do that? You shouldn't be doing questionable things back here when someone is calling you at the counter." Shooting a death stare at him as well before rolling her eyes and letting it go. "I don't think you should blame a paying customer for your problems." Spinning her body to the door, Chloe quickly walked over and made sure it was firmly shut. Turning her head over her shoulder, winking at him with a large smile. "Now I would like to know what was absolutely so shocking that you had to hide what you were doing from me." Bringing her body fairly close to his, looking up at his face. If only there was a stool nearby for me to stand on... Damn being short!
Looking at the wooden spoon, she almost wanted to grab it to find out what he had put in it. "Also, I'm back here because I wanted to demand another hot chocolate, and to possibly buy a baked good of some kind. But this seems to be more interesting then out there."
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Post by Jackson Hardy on Feb 22, 2010 17:42:27 GMT -5
THE BAG. That was so much more of a give away than a pot of simmering water. How STUPID am I?
It was too late now to grab it, going near it now would just draw more attention to the fact that he shouldn't have it in the first place. He took in small breaths, through the nose, and out the mouth. Being out of breath and panicked would not help this situation in the slightest, especially with such an intrusive girl jumping down his throat at every oppurtunity. She was cute, young looking, and far too curious for his liking. He'd seen girls like her get asked by police to investigate in shops before; usually about alcohol being sold to minors, but still. He couldn't let her know anything, he had to maintain a strong visage.
"I'm sorry, we're understaffed right now. But you still can't come back here. If you're interested in baked goods containing 'parsley', then I'm sure there's still some breads with herbs cooked through them left. The ciabatti's my favourite. I'll let you take one for free if you let me finish up my work here."
Free food usually got him tips, and always got rid of oddities like her sniffing around where they shouldn't. Plus the ciabatti was the best bread on the whole campus, who could turn that down? She looked determined, though, and he had to make sure she would leave,
"Heck, I'll even make you a hot chocolate, on the house. But I have a lot of work to get done right now, so would you mind letting me get on with it for ten minutes first?"
He gave her a smile, and put a hand on her shoulder, gently trying to turn her around to nudge her outside. Surely she wouldnt grudge a little rudeness if she was getting all this free food?
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Post by Chloe Green on Feb 27, 2010 14:57:36 GMT -5
The smirk on her face went into a full blown smile as she began to giggle a bit. "Wow... You actually think I believe it's parsley, no, no. I am pretty damn sure I know what that is, the panic is obvious. Don't worry though. I won't report you right away." Perhaps if he took this bluff, she would get away. Then again who actually said it was a bluff? Chloe knew her specialty plants like the man that could tell you where a cow was form, based off of the sound of it's moo. She wasn't perfect with guesses but parsley and weed don't exactly look the same so to say.
Considering the offers she was given, Chloe gave her head a quick shake as to decline the offers he had given her. Feeling his hand on her shoulder her arm immediately flung up her hand now tightly squeezed around his arm. A serious look spread on her face. "Now, now. I really would love the hot chocolate, so I'll accept that but don't be in such a rush to get such a young girl out of here, sir. I'm only in here to see if I can get whatever you were just about to make there." A wink given, smile flashed, she spun her body back toward him. Her back now to the door as she waited patiently to see what his reaction would be. She wasn't a bad person after all. It just seemed like that because of her mood, but that little package of happiness would make her so much happier. "Anyway, you're short on staff? I could... help out I guess, if you need it." easing up on him a bit, she had nothing better to do with her time, so why not spend it helping the person that made her wait, she could sped things up and get what she originally wanted and possibly more.
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Post by Jackson Hardy on Apr 18, 2010 16:15:07 GMT -5
Jackson screwed his eyes into slits, staring the girl down cautiously. He put a hand to his mouth, pensievely, rubbing the beginnings of a moustache that he knew would never fully grow in, looking at her small frame, anxiety lining every nerve of his body. He pulled his hand away after a moment and said, as sternly as he could manage,
"Choose. A free hot chocolate, or unpaid work, in a claustrophobic kitchen, with me."
He could see in her eyes that she had already made up her mind. But she scared him. She was too determined for him to trust her, but it was that same determination that gave him no other choice. He turned his head to face the wall, and sighed heavily, unable to mask his defeat in any way. He pointed to his managers apron, hanging against the door, continuing to face the wall, eyes held closed.
"Right... Get an apron, then."
He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to face her, giving a short second for his words to sink in, but not enough for her to move.
"We need to get this done quickly. We need to get this done quietly. And we need to get this done properly. Can you handle that?"
He may have lost the first round, but this battle was far from over.
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Sorry about this being so short, and so late... But it's better than nothing, right?
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Post by Chloe Green on Apr 21, 2010 21:40:12 GMT -5
Chloe twisted her body uncomfortably to where he had pointed, and began he cautious approach. Her hand reaching out for the apron and missing. She threw her hand back up and grabbed the apron failing at her attempt to make it seem like she had purposely missed it. Squeezing her head through the neck-bit, and tying the back, Chloe gave herself a quick nod of approval and walked back over to 'him'. Who was he even? Did that matter? Perhaps not.
"Quickly, quietly, properly. Got it!" Chloe whispered as she tried to hide the excitement in her voice. She placed her small hand on him arm running it up and giving it a slight squeeze. "You didn't even try to pick me up and carry me out. That's a first" It was likely the idea hasn't even crossed her mind, but he had the muscle to if he wanted to. Even if she would have tried to put up a struggle, she wouldn't have managed. However, he still had the chance of kicking her out, being someone that knows how difficult it is to find work in the area, that would be unfair to him. Retrieving her hand, she ran a couple of her fingers through her bangs, and then pulled them to the side.
"Since, I think this would help. I'm Chloe. Please don't refer to me as little, short, or midget. I will bite you. Now, what can I call you. Seeing as how most of the names I can come up with will probably not be very appropriate or kind." Though the threat was pathetic, you don't realize how bad bites can be until you are bit by another human, after all she wasn't afraid to draw blood when in a bad mood. Other then the biting, Chloe was in fact harmless.
UGH.
FAIL.
X 2000000
Sorry it's dreadful. I'm so out of it lately.
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Post by Jackson Hardy on Apr 22, 2010 11:27:36 GMT -5
Jackson raised an eyebrow, teeth beginning to grind without him ordering them to. He drew a shallow breath, before speaking in a tone dripping with disgust,
" ...Most of the names you can come up with will probably not be very appropriate or kind?"
He folded his arms, and took a step closer to her, bending his head down slightly. She was pretty, but smelled like cheap perfume - and he couldn't get over how irritating her little smile was. Well... he wanted to hate her smile, anyway.
"Look, kid." His inner self smiled, but didn't stop him while he was on a roll. "If I'm letting you do this you could at least show me some respect." He stared her down, the dark rings around his eyes only made deeper by the emotions flaring inside him.
In the off chance she was on his side (which she wasn't making herself out to be) happened to be the outcome, then he'd probably have to apologise for this later.
"For the next short while, I am the boss, and you can refer to me as such." He uncrossed his arms and sneaked his hand into his back trouser pocket; his nametag was still there, so he had the upper hand on the name front. He slid his hand back out and gestured toward the pots in the sink.
"I think, before we do anything else... We need to clean up this mess I've made." He took a step over, past her side, and picked up a wet dishcloth, before draping it over her shoulder. "Let's get to it."
He stood by the sink's metal base, and grabbed a scrubber of his own. His chest was becoming tight, and the first pains of a migraine materialised. She was stressing him out, and work was hard enough already.
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Post by Chloe Green on Apr 22, 2010 21:31:44 GMT -5
Looking up at him, (seeing as he had exactly a foot of height on her) Chloe let out a sigh. Perhaps she should back off as this man had not only height but muscle clearly against her. It was actually quite intimidating. "Sorry..." Chloe whispered, her wide eyes breaking contact as she looked around. It was surprising how she was suddenly sincere just because she was starting to feel terrified of this human being. It was amazing how insignificant another could make someone feel within an instant. "I happen to be a needy, unpleasant, child-like person." Perhaps, that was a better way to introduce herself. It seemed fairly accurate for her mood.
Her jaw quickly dropped down, completely appalled with what he had just called her. 'KID!? Kid! Did he honestly just refer to me as kid? Well this is now war.' shutting her mouth hoping he didn't completely notice and comment, Chloe sighed. Crossing her arms and standing straight hoping to give herself a few more inches to not seem as short. "Fine. 'Boss'. I will get your name though. Whether you like it or not." With that clearly stated and out of the way she could continue on with this game-like situation.
Glaring at him as he placed the dishcloth on her, now leaving a solid wet mark from her shoulder to her chest Chloe had given up slightly. She had suddenly become more concerned with the fact that it looked like she was somehow lactating from her shoulder. "Thanks for that.", Chloe followed him somewhat to where he had went, one step for him was about ten kilometers for Chloe.
Chloe began in the assistance of the cleaning process only to sigh as she cleaned up the remnants of the mixture. "What a waste..." muttering her word sunder her breath, she quickly glanced back and forth between him and what she was doing. The wet mark on her shirt bothering her to no end. "Why, of all places did you put it on my shoulder. You could have just handed it to me. I don't need to look of lactation." Even she knew she was challenged in the chest region, and no one would think that other then herself, it still was bothering her. The mark rubbing up against her flesh making it slightly itchy.
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