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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 9:22 am
The building seemed completely empty, though Aludra's well-trained eyes could pick up on the few people within the bar, cleaning up after the day's customers, putting chairs on tables. As he had heard, there were not very many people doing the work; only two or three, though he was fairly confident that there were more employees when the building was actually open for business. At this time, which was quite late at night ( or early in the morning, if you prefer, Aludra had taken to being a bit of a night owl ), the place was vacant of dancers and drinkers, leaving only their sticky messes and empty glasses as a reminder of where, exactly, he was about to apply for work. With a shake of his head and a softly murmured prayer asking forgiveness, he stepped beyond the threshold and into the building itself.
Once there, he froze, as he usually did. Humility as all-consuming as it was, he was kept from saying a single word as he stood just inside the door, red-rimmed eyes passing over the few employees milling about, having a few quiet, well-spaced conversations. The tip of one of his long ears twitched softly, absorbing the sound without intent to do so. Without even realizing it, he lifted a hand, tugging gently at the ring in his right earlobe, frowning softly at his body's unconscious will to eavesdrop on these strangers. After a few more minutes of simply standing in a corner, he finally decided that his nerves were established enough for him to approach someone.
Learning where the manager was to be found, he nodded his thanks to the person who had answered his question, slipping off to the door that led into a background part of the building, being sure to hold his too-long tail up off of the floor and thusly avoid anything unsavory that it may have otherwise had the chance to be pulled through. With an idle tap on the door he'd been directed to, he took a deep breath, clearing his throat softly and willing away the stammering ( though it seemed to have disappeared on it's own over the past few weeks ). "He-hello." On second thought, maybe it hadn't. "I believe that I spoke with you over the phone earlier today - well, yesterday, at this rate. I'm Aludra By'arre. You must be Litural, right?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 1:09 pm
When going into business for yourself, you try to predict everything. Insurance fees, supplies, hiring employees...you know, everything. Sadly, there's always going to be something that throws you for a loop. In this particular case, Lit had not expected the late night bartender to up and decide he wanted to be a brain surgeon, quitting right before the biggest Friday rush Lit had yet to experience in Neutral Territory's history. The call was put out, with co-workers asking friends asking family. There was one ad in the newspaper, but it's amazing how many applicants you can get from word of mouth and one ad. Some people showed potential, but schedules were a b***h. Others...others Lit had to forcefully escort off the property.
Who knew with this next one. The availability worked well, but he had no experience. There was also something about the name that struck a note of familiarity with Litural. So while he waited for the potential employee to show up, he'd look the application over and over trying to put a face to the name. It wouldn't be until there was a knock at the door to the kitchen - Lit's "office" - that made him stop and look up. This had to be someone new; regular employees hardly knocked unless they knew he was in a mood.
At that moment, he knew who this "Aludra" was. He recognized the boy, now a young man probably his own age, from that day in the mall with Ryn. The details were hazy, having been so very long ago, but he definitely remembered the brawl that had almost broken out between the two of them. That, unfortunately, was all it took...a single memory of anger and Lit's third eye twitched with annoyance. It locked onto Aludra with absolute hatred, and if it had a mouth it would have snarled. To go with it, something nasty tugged in his stomach, and Lit could only sigh.
"Yeah...yeah, that's me," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his forehead. He could feel the eye darting around behind the eyelid he'd forced closed, only to snap open again when he moved his hand away.
"Look, don't mind me, ok? Just try to ignore that," he offered with a motion to the eye which was currently wishing it was a Death Beam.
He fully believed that as sentient beings, Spawn could be more than the some of their parts. That's why he'd started the restaurant in the first place; it was a chance to show what they could do with their lives outside of the Facility. But how are you supposed to conduct a serious business endeavor, when there's a part of your very DNA that's gearing up for a right?
"Come on in, have a seat." There was a set of metal folding chairs off close to a corner. Thankfully, the kitchen was quiet...they'd never be able to do this during the daytime.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 10:49 am
Like Litural, Aludra did have the momentary remembrance of the man who sat before him. However, having been younger than the one sitting before him, his memories had taken a bit more of a beating to this point, and the only thing the memory gave him was a vague sense of deja-vu. What supported the idea that it was a little more than that was the way that the third eye in the other spawn's forehead glared at him in a way that made his heart pound like a wild cat's prey; he may not have remembered Lit, but Lit apparently remembered him.
The words that came forth in place of some kind of anger, however, certainly put the greed spawn at ease. Locating the offered chairs, he retrieved one and awkwardly unfolded it in front of the manager's desk, just as nervous as anyone going in for their first job interview. What made it rather odd was Aludra's being a young man, while such nervousness usually suited gangly teenagers much better.
Aludra's short stature was only made more obvious when he took a seat on the small metal chair, making a point to keep his feet on the ground ( as though they were able to touch it easily ). Despite that certainly being brought to his immediate attention, Aludra did what he could to ignore both that and the eye that was trying to bore a crater into his skull; unfortunately, both enjoyed staying at the top of his mind after that, but he did what he could to not make that point obvious to the man who would hopefully be his future manager.
"Nice to formally meet you, then," Aludra stated a bit awkwardly, giving the man a lop-sided smile as he silently cursed himself for even opening his mouth. After all, wouldn't it have been a better idea to just wait before saying anything? 'Do not speak until spoken to', or something like that? Wasn't that what managers liked in their employees?
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