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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 3:08 pm
Who: Olivia Louis (Ka-ray-zee) and Lucette Gagnon (Gekokoko)
Where: Cafe de Magia
When: Late summer! Right before the start of school
Why: because of reasons
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 5:26 pm
Lucette entered the bakery an approving frown on her face. It was very nicely decorated and the smell of pastries was wonderful. She took off her designer sunglasses and put them in their respective case, slipping it back into her bag. She smoothed out the front of her billowy cream top and checked over her black shorts, and with a satisfied smile she approached the displays looking over the many pastries.
Hm...fatty, fatty, too sweet, too sticky, fatty. She waved the hostess away, "No, no I am needing time to think." she said dismissively in her heavy French accent. She didn't bother to look up at the menus, because what was the point? She could barely read English and why would she embarrass herself like that, asking the attendant to read it aloud for her. She tapped a finger to her chin, and decided that she would settle on a croissant. It was a light enough snack before she would have to go home for dinner. She would also bring something back for her fathers when she was done with her snack. Pons would especially enjoy the eclairs and other sweets they had around here.
"Ah! Mademoiselle!" she called out, ignoring the the disgruntled look on the waitress' face, "May I have the...uh, coffee? And um, the...", what was 'almonds' in English?! "The...er, croissant aux amandes..." she finished weakly, pointing at the almond croissant. Lucette reddened slightly, perhaps she shouldn't have spoken and instead pointed at the bread. "What are they called? The...uh, nuts?"
"Almonds?" the waitress replied with a 'duh' tone, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the French girl. She opened the display case, taking out the croissant with a pair of tongs, putting it on a plate.
"Ale-mends." she repeated slowly, finding it hard to pronounce the 'l' and the 'm' right after one another. "I will try to remember that..." she smiled, putting her hand to her cheek. At least the coolness of her hand would get rid of her blush a little.
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Common Daizee Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 10:02 pm
It was as the case door was closed and the young waitress moved to place the plate on Lucette's table that another girl emerged from around the counter; a bag slung across her shoulder as she messily tied her hair up in a high ponytail. She paused once out in the open dining area of the cafe, tapping her shoes against the linoleum to ensure they were all the way on. By this time the rose-eyed teen had noticed her coworker coldly turn away from her guest, and was now strutting past her to loop back around the counter and attend to the cash register.
'Well someone is as huffy as usual,' came a mumble and a roll of her eyes, now stepping forward once again.
Rather than heading straight toward the exit though, Olivia's stride took her to the table where the brunette attempted to hide her embarrassment, where she made a point of leaning down to the girl and assuring in a hushed voice," You don't need to tip her by the way... She's been a real pain all week! No point in rewarding someone for being rude. "
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 10:18 pm
Lucette quietly paid for her snack, muttering a small word of thanks to the waitress. Whatever, she would learn this dull language eventually. Besides, weren't Americans enamoured with Europeans? Didn't they fawn over them? At least that was the impression she got when she had seen how popular European celebrities were in America. Pah! That girl didn't know anything!
She moved to a table by the window, deciding it would be interesting to watch how American people lived their daily life. Were they like how people were back home, or were they completely different? She was quite curious to know! Setting her things down, Lucette pulled out one of the plush chairs and sat down, surprised by how comfortable the seat was. It was a good quality cafe she had to admit. She added some milk to her coffee as well as a sugar cube. Caramel-brown. Just the way she liked the color of her coffee. Pons had complained that if she kept drinking coffee she would never grow. But she was a Parisian! What Parisian didn't drink coffee?!
"You don't need to tip her by the way... She's been a real pain all week! No point in rewarding someone for being rude."
Lucette looked away from the window her eyes widening in surprise, wondering who would even be talking to her. "I-I--yes.", she stammered, setting down her cup onto the saucer with a small clink. What was the girl even saying?! Someone was hurt? With no tip? "Ah...yes..." she said slowly, hoping that this girl too wouldn't stare at her like she was some sort of zoo animal.
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Common Daizee Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 2:43 pm
Olivia straightened herself out once more, looking down at the brunette as she stammered out her confused response, then cocked a brow. It rapidly became incredibly obvious that the girl had little idea of what she was talking about, and the heavy accent only lent more to that fact.
"Oh," the teen blinked, making the realization before flashing a smile," You aren't from around here are you? Are you visiting from some place? Ah-- if that's okay for me to ask."
(( sorry for such a short tag!! ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 10:50 pm
Lucette nodded quickly, smoothing out her shirt as she stood up to face the other girl, "Er...yes, yes. I am from Paris.", she said slowly, letting out a nervous giggle, "Oh! No, it is being okay to ask. I-I am now living here. I am very new to...er...America. And English." She was slightly worried that the girl wouldn't understand what she was saying, and cursed herself for not having studied English better in school. If only she had known she was moving to America when she was in school back in France.
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