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 Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 6:18 pm
Naomi"Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone."Naomi had tried to control herself as he led her through his history, one scar at a time. By the time he kissed her the second time though, all hopes of any control on her part seemed to disappear. The woman closed her eyes and shied away from any thoughts that could link physical pleasure to an emotional pleasure. Her body, put off balance by his placement of her hands, eased down to lie next to his on the cot. When her mind was drifting in a very unprofessional direction though, Naomi pulled away and tried to catch her breath.
"I, I can't do this. That was very inappropriate and rather untimely. I'm sure that Vas is already downstairs, organizing my Cafe and taking care of my sister when I should be." She shook her head but while getting to her feet, it was realized that her fingers had intertwined with his. Naomi narrowed her eyes at the sight and quickly removed her hand before standing to her full height. She looked back down at him. "I'll see if I could get some painkillers for you and well, food." At this, she shrugged, kicked his foot and made her way out into the Party Hall.
She shouted behind her, "And don't you dare try to make a run for it. I won't be as gentle as the first time." On her way to the Cafe, Naomi permitted herself a quick touch of her lips. It was different with that scar right there, almost like kissing his past and yet not quite. The woman shook herself sternly. She had a business to run, employees to pay and a sister for which to care. Relationships in their totality were not welcome at the moment.  [Yay! The "sigh" was just that I was disappointed to see her go. She's my co-manager of this RP after all. Ooh, what do you think of the post styles?] Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:56 pm
Vassili
Vassili smiled ruefully as Sal stopped him, her lips just as soft as he had imagined. He was already in the kitchen when she sat and he brought out a mug of coffee and a veritable smorgasbord of food for her enjoyment. It was basically everything that they could serve and then some that he could cook.
"Cream? Sugar?" He held up a little china pitcher of cream and very delicate looking tiny vase full of sugar. He had put on an apron, a long sleeve shirt and had a bandana on that didn't quite cover up the black of his cancer.
"Or some other kind of sugar?" He chuckled leaving the two dishes and unlocking the door. The neon turned on as he flipped the switches and the open sign glared to life. Four or five people changed course and made there way in, all exclaiming about the party last night.
"Sit anywhere, I'll be around in a moment to take orders." He was back in the kitchen, moving faster, using no protection as he brought scalding hot pans out of the oven, laden with fresh scones and pastries.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 11:07 pm
Vincent
Vincent was already up as she left. He was cracking his knuckles as the computers around him began to boot up. It was time to see what Vas was keeping in his closet. He had that guy laid out with a single shot. No normal person could manage that. Naomi's warmth was still about him and for a moment he glided back to those golden moments. The a ping and Vincent was brought of his thoughts.
"Password? Why the hell would you keep a password when no one can get to this damned terminal except you." Vincent just pressed enter and it worked. "I feel dumb then." He chuckled at the cleverness that man had. Most would lock themselves out trying random passwords. He just didn't need one.
Vincent began roaming the files and brought up financial statements. He gasped at the numbers. How many digits, nine, no more. that was ten almost eleven across. Who in the world was this guy. He owned a large piece of nearly every major corporation on the planet, under a hundred different names. There was an added one too. Naomi's, and that peaked his interest. So she really didn't need his money. Well didn't matter to him, he was loaded, not like them though.
He opened the door and began roaming the large hall, wincing as every left step sent a sharp shock wave through his side and back. He knew what would happen if she came back up here and he wasn't lying around, but he couldn't it would just get to boring. He pulled out his cell and began making calls, arranging for some of his stuff to be dropped off by the hotel.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:33 pm
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪  Sal smirked at the apron. He had worn one yesterday, she knew but that did not take away from it still looking oh so funny. Her eyes strayed from the man to the few people that bounced in almost immediately through the open door. His little joke had not been lost on her and she watched as he returned to the kitchen. He was fast but then again, he was not exactly human. The young woman sighed while pouring a bit of cream into her coffee. Sugar did not appeal to her in coffee but in other instances, it was okay.
After her first sip, she concentrated on the group that had just arrived. The eating area of the Cafe was very spacious and varied in its seating furniture. There were single couches, booths with coffee tables, individual chairs and dining tables for different sizes of groups. One or two persons stayed together preferring the couches whereas the others scattered themselves across the other options. However, every one of them steered clear of the normal individual chairs. She would have to talk Naomi about that. It was weird to have single wooden chairs dotting the area with no adjoining tables. Sal made a note of it and continued with her coffee. Next on the list was their orders. What would they be having? Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:53 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." Naomi walked down the rest of stairs, hearing the busy noises of Vas already in the kitchen just as she had predicted. Sal was by the first booth as you walked through the door. The two had already opened the door and people were inside. The manager nodded sheepishly and made a dash for her room for a brief bath. Once she was washed, Naomi headed for the kitchen where she found Vas.
"Hey Vassili, how are we this morning?" Her nose took in all the wonderful scents of the man's cooking. "Damn, you know your way around a kitchen. My mom's cooking has nothing on yours where pastries are concerned." She checked the ovens and pots for anything to flip or which to give a good stir. "Anyway, I was thinking that since we are working on no sleep right now, we can close up shop early and go half-day tomorrow. Sunday, no work. What do you think?" While she waited for his reponse, Naomi stole a few rolls off the pan and poured a cup of hot coffee.
"Uh, is it okay if I go with this? Vincent is probably on the move even though I told him to stay put and there's always the problem of feeding him. Oh and I forgot to ask about how last night was for you before the whole...shooting thing, of course." She shrugged at the memory of it because honestly, it had not hit home as yet. "Did Sal give you any trouble?" Her face wrinkled slightly with concern as she eyed the younger version of herself, sipping coffee. Naomi turned to the past soldier for an answer, resting the pastry package and coffee for Vincent on the counter. Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:44 pm
Vassili
"Sure, sure take whatever you need. I can handle the place till say three. I'm fine without sleep. Though I'll feel it later. Can you bring my duffel down, I never got a chance to take my medicine." He turned and was holding a tray of pastries straight from the oven, the metal was steaming in his hand.
"And your sister is fine, or she is holding together quite well. We talked and whatnot and she seemed fine. Though I'm not a good judger of women." He placed the pastries on the middle counter of the kitchen.
"And Sunday off sounds great, I can take you and your sister out for a good dinner. Italian or maybe Mediterranean." He grabbed one of the pastries barehanded and ate it in one bite. Twenty seconds and it was swallowed.
"Go take a nap, or whatever, I got this handled. The party was great and the customers out there are basically from the party, only been wandering around for the two hours after the rozzers let them go. No one squealed on us or me or Vincent. Yet. They loved the party to much. A lot of rumbling about no boozes, but enough brought their own that I think they didn't care." He chuckled and took a swing from a thermos and smile at her.
"I gotta go, customers to feed and cups to refill." He was out of the kitchen, a bolt of lightening hard pressed to keep up with him. He managed all that and juggled a large tray in each hand, one with coffee and the other with people's orders.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:50 pm
Vincent
Vincent was at the vacant bar looking at the trash that littered the dance hall. Most had managed to get into the oversized trash cans, really barrels. He had a piece of paper in his hand and had a list of improvements. He was sitting, cause he had managed to reopen the small hole and was sitting trying to bandage it one handed. His exploring had come to a door the led to the fire escape. What he noticed that it was about three times bigger than a normal escape, redesigned maybe, and could fit a dozen people on it, a smoking area for the parties. He had even smoked a stick while out there before coming back in. Also on the list was booze, and guest DJ's. Not saying Vas wasn't good, but you could always get other taste and talent in there. Maybe even host a couple of bands. He wasn't entirely sure. Vincent looked down, realized he wasn't going to be able to do it himself and just pressed into the hole to stop the slow bleed. He grunted and got to his feet heading for the door.
((Sorry for not posting sooner. I have sorta been out of it today, just brain dead and what not. Well tomorrow is the first day of a new job and I don't know when I get off. Wednesday is orientation for college and so I'll be at school and work. Expect my posts to be later in the day.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 11:14 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." "Thanks," Naomi shouted over her shoulder, grabbing up the coffee and pastries. She smiled at the few customers that they did have before making her way up the staircase. Oh crap, she had forgotten the painkillers. The woman turned immediately, ran to her room, rummaged till she found an old bottle and headed back up the stairs. During her conversation with Vas, she had picked up on some movement beyond the cot. Stupid boy. On the landing, she almost crashed into him and would have spilled hot coffee dow his front.
She rearranged the things in her hand so that she could slap his shoulder. "I told you not to move," she spotted his finger in the wound, "Damn it, what the hell were you thinking? Come on, let's get you upstairs so I could go back for my medical kit as soon as possible." Naomi placed herself under him so as to carry him back inside. The wound was up against her PJ top. Once inside Vas' room again though, she threw him off backwards into a chair. She glared at him while passing over his food. "Here is your breakfast, the painkillers and a bit of coffee. Is there anything else that you might need other than the obvious redressing of your wound?" [I don't feel like posting for Sal now. Uh okay, have fun at your new job and I wish you the best of luck with school! Teachers are your friends, just saying. No problem.] Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 6:06 pm
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪ The number of patrons had steadily increased over the past hour or so. Again, the single chairs were hardly being used. Sal took note of their orders: mostly coffee and the pastries. This made her wonder if there was anything else to offer the customers or was Nami hoping to become known for her monopoly of sorts. We could have fruit salads and milkshakes. The young woman remembered vaguely seeing milk in one of the freezers. She scribbled down her ideas and scanned the crowd for Vas, working the tables.
Nami had taken a risk by hiring him but Sal found herself happy that she had. Smart and Sexy Square was a very diverse community. It would seem that it was close-knitted as well. Not all cafes could acclaim that they have people waiting for them to open and this was only the third day. All of this Sal made notice of in her book while still drinking her coffee. The heat had left it but it was delicious all the same. The Triple S Cafe was quite the place to be at any time of day for anyone. Sal looked out the window. Maybe if Nami closed up early, she could go outside and enjoy a little fun in the sun.
Inspired, she jumped from her seat and caught up to Vas. "Hey, do you know if Nami is closing early today? I just wanted to know because it is such a great day out and I would love to learn more about this place. I could be calling it home sooner than I think. Oh, um, do you need any help? I've finished my duties for now." Mischievously, she bumped him again slightly when he was not holding anything. [Outside...yay! I'm hyper off no sleep. Don't mind me.] Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:43 am
[*rolls around* How was your first day on the job, SNPR?]
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 5:16 am
((Long. Boring. And I'm going back.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:50 pm
[Have fun! No seriously, have fun. I mean it.]
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:34 pm
Vassili
Vassili turned at her voice and as she bumped into him, his arm moved lightening quick to hold her. He chuckled lightly as he juggled a tray of food at the same time.
"I think she said something about it in passing. Think it will happen after that lot out there clears. Which will be soon. Its what nearly eight and its Friday so people still have work. Then I'll take you out and about. I don't know much, but I am a quick learner." His eyes found hers and he smiled at the thought of going out for the day.
"And yes, you can throw on an apron, wash your hands and start turning those rolls over there. I have been using my bare hands, but you'll need an oven mitt or two." He showed her the hand that left her waist. It was blacken skin, but flaking slowly, pink new skin underneath.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm indestructible, then I see those scars on my chest and back and the black lines of cancer and say no. If you play your cards right you might get to see the scar on my back. I swear it looks exactly like Louisiana." He chuckled as he was off again, now holding another tray with coffee and milk balanced on top.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:39 pm
Vincent
Vincent winced as he was thrown into the chair. He smiled as he looked up. Well she could very well throw him back in bed it looked like. He took coffee, swallowed the pills and drank the scorching coffee black. He off set the burning with a bite of the pastry. It was good.
"Vas cooked this. Is there anything that guy can't do?" He chuckled and lifted his hand off the hole. It started to bleed slowly once again.
"Well maybe a new shirt and some pants. I have a friend bringing over a bag of stuff, but he won't be back for a few hours." He looked up at her and smiled again.
"A little company wouldn't hurt. Would you like to join me for breakfast?" He chuckled seeing as this time he asked he was wounded and basically at her mercy.
((I'll try. My FASFA got selected for verification and so now I have to scramble and get all my paperwork in order. Which I don't know where it all is. I didn't post yesterday cause I was hanging out with my friends, all two of them. stare ))
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