[Juneberry]

This is a one on one for Evil Tink and me. So please don't post if you're not one of us, okay?

My Character Is:
Name: Chloe Kitski
Age: 16
Female

Want to know more? The rest will be found out throughout the RP! Speaking of, time to start!

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A groan escaped her lips as she walked into the restaurant, blond hair draping her shoulders and part of her eyes as she tried to keep from being noticed. Her steps were swift as she made her way to an empty table, leaning her head on her hand as she looked around at classmates gathered from various grades from their school, enjoying their time at the school's special party. While a few people speckled the area without wanting to be there, Chloe felt like she was the only one who hated it.

She hadn't wanted to go at all, but her boss at the bakery had kicked her out when he found out about the function. Since she lived in the apartment upstairs from the bakery, she couldn't just go home, either. So, she'd gone against her better judgement, still wearing regular school clothes as she stared around the lively and frustrating room. "Why does he make me go to these things anyway? Is he trying to get me to advertise or something?" She sighed, trying to find something that could catch her attention.

[Evil Tink]

~My Character is:~
Name: Nicolai James Vindore
Age: 393 [But of course, he only looks 19 or so]
Male of course
Reference Picture:
Nicolai J. Vindore
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A soft, quiet sigh escaped the man's lips as he peered through the double doors. Being one of the many waiters, he often hid in the kitchen when events like this occurred at the restaurant. He pulled the watch from his vest pocket, it was only a little after 6 o'clock pm. He snapped it shut and replaced it in his pocket as his eyes glanced out the little windows once more. Suddenly, he felt someone behind him and with a disheartened look, he turned around, "Yes Phyllis?"

The brown haired woman glared throwing him a small booklet and a pencil, "Go out there, and take their dinner orders. The place is rented till close, so I suggest you find something to do. You can't snake your way out this party."

With a glare, he turned sharply and headed out, asking any teen he passed if they wanted anything in particular that wasn't already set out on the bar table. He placed the stupid book in his apron pocket, not needing to write the orders down. He had a very impressive memory.

[Juneberry]

She noticed when someone asked her for an order, feeling slightly uneasy due to being used to being the one asking for an order herself. She tried to recall what would be on this restaurants menu- she hadn't gone there often, so she didn't really know.

"Do you have strawberry tarts or something?" She looked at the man who had asked her. Her blue eyes were glazed with slight dismay, but it was clear she was still trying to be polite. A smile managed at her lips- somehow, it felt nice to be asked such a thing. Shaking off her curiosity, she thought about a question and pondered it. Finally, she decided to ask anyway.

"When you're done working, why not take a break? You may not be allowed to leave but I'm sure you can get a break to just relax with the others here. I don't know if you want to be here, but I know it'd be better to talk to someone then just be bored the entire time. Though taking orders can be fun..."

[Evil Tink]

"A strawberry tart? That does sound good right about now." He muttered silently about the sweetness of strawberries for a moment before 'coming back to reality' The waiter smiled slightly, his red-brown eyes glancing around for a moment, then back to her. His tone was relaxed and sweet, "It's almost as if you could read my mind my dear. We'll see what happens once all the orders are out. Hm?"

He gave her a sweet smile before turning away and heading back into the kitchen. With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair, relaying the orders to the chefs. None of the employees were particularly happy tonight, due to the party.

As each request was finished and set to be delivered, Nicolai took them out quickly and quietly. Of course, he wore a smile every time he entered the dining hall, and was pleasant to all the students. After the last plate, he told his boss he was going on break.

He removed his apron and set it on one of the many counters back there then headed back out to the dining hall. With a quick hand through the hair, he grabbed the girl's strawberry tart desert and headed to her table. He set it down quietly, placing a fresh fork next to the plate, "Pardon my curiosity, but if you're the one who doesn't want to be here, then why come? Is it mandatory?" He was not trying to be an ass, but was simply curious of the matter.

[Juneberry]

"I was locked out from my home and my workplace..." She responded simply, in a slight mutter showing her frustration without lashing out. "I work at a bakery nearby as a secondary chef and a cashier. I live in the upstairs apartment... But when my boss, who rents the apartment to me, found out, he actually held the door closed when I tried to get in, saying that until he called the people in charge of this thing and was told I was here, he wouldn't let me in. I don't know if it's even legal but...He's practically my dad. And I know he has his reasons..."

She let out a sigh, before shaking it off. Her eyes glanced at the strawberry tart, her hand carefully taking the fork so that she could cut a piece of the pastry off and take a bite. "The main difference between these and at work is the sugar content is higher. Granulated sugar I think...The strawberries are fresh though, and it was well sifted flour too." She giggled a bit before looking at the man with a more easy smile. "Why don't you get a second fork and try some? Food is meant to be shared after all."

She took another bit meanwhile before adding, "You can tell the chef was a tad frustrated when making these... I think he added extra sugar because, while he was concerned that teens would want it sweeter, he was also trying to make sure no one would eat more then one so he wouldn't need to make much more. Everyone's being worked hard due to this event, aren't they? I feel sort of bad... Work should be fun too, after all."

[Evil Tink]

The waiter laughed softly as she rambled on, "You're very observant, Chloe." He shook his head at her offer to share the tart, "I don't really like dessert foods. Especially ones made by George back there, because you're right. He added way too much sugar. Not to mention, he doesn't put enough strawberries on top. I used to love eating strawberries..." He trailed off, not really realizing how he stated that.

He placed his hands in his pockets glancing out to the crowd, "I understand where the man is coming from, but forcing you into such situations can only backfire. You cannot force someone to be social, they have to choose to be. Take myself for example, I did not originally work tonight. Phyllis called me and asked if I would like to drop by for a few hours. I thought, 'Why not? Maybe this party will have a del-..'" He abruptly stopped his sentence then picked it up after a short second, "..'have some interesting points to it'."

[Juneberry]

"A del...? Like a delicacy? Was the cook going to make something special for the party? To be honest, all the dishes set out on the bar stand are things I make at home all the time, so I thought they were pretty normal..." She laughed it off, smiling still. She hadn't really been phased by his trailing off or anything like that.

"I came hoping for some good food when I had to come here. And...I like more strawberries too. Strawberry tarts are significant to me. So I always get one when I can. But to be honest..." She took one last bite, not even finishing it. "This is far too sweet. I don't think even a small child with a sweet tooth could handle more then a bit of this..."

[Evil Tink]

The man chuckled softly, "A delicacy...yes...something along those lines." A dark, devious smile came across his lips for just a brief second before shifting into a charming smile. Feeling harsh eyes on him, his gaze shot towards the kitchen where the brown haired woman could be seen. He shot her a glare right back, pulling his hand out of his pocket and giving her a good-bye wave. The woman huffed from behind the window and sharply turned around to go yell at someone.

"I don't blame you at all...I can't even stand the thick, sugary smell coming from that..thing. That man in there is purely obnoxious through his food, and completely unbearable in personality." The air about them suddenly had a different feel to it. It was..heavier, 'darker' feeling. After a few minutes of seething, he suddenly became all charm and smiles again. He turned his gaze back to the blonde haired girl before him, "Well then, shall we go?"

[Juneberry]

"Well, not everyone in the world is wonderful...And even those who are will have their bad points." Chloe smiled simply to the man, chuckling slightly despite the darker atmosphere. She didn't bother to cover her mouth, as both hands lay firmly in the fabric of her plaid skirt.

However, his last sentiment seemed to confuse her, as she let her sapphire eyes gaze at him with her head leaned on her shoulder. "Go? Go where? I can't go home yet unless they've already taken attendance or Richard won't let me in until closing time...Though I suppose that isn't the end of the world either."

[Evil Tink]

"Attendance has been taken, I heard him muttering names to himself." He held out his hand for her to take, "Besides, I will be sure to emphasize that you attended until the bitter end. I work here, he should believe me, right?" He gave a charming smile, eager to get away from this place.

He glanced to the door, no good there was a teacher there. "We'll have to go out the employee entrance. As to where we're going, who knows where we'll end up. A little walk through town couldn't hurt right?"

[Juneberry]

She thought about his offer. They did both want to get out of the place, it seemed, and walking was always more fun then just being bored at a party. So likely, doing so wouldn't hurt. "As long as we don't get too close to the bakery I suppose it should be fine. But is it alright for me to sneak out the employee entrance when I do not work here?"

[Evil Tink]

"No one will notice. It'll be fine." He took her hand and led her through to the kitchen. He walked slightly in front of her, keeping an eye for for Phyllis until they were safely out in the back parking lot. "See? No problems at all."

He gave another smile, then let her hand go, then shoved them into his pockets as he walked down the block with her. "So if your boss acts like..your father..what happened to your birth parents? If you dont mind..my asking."

[Juneberry]

"Mom died from terminal illness back in middle school. I never met my dad, so I don't really know how to talk for him." Chloe smiled weakly, trying to pretend it was fine- after all, she'd always done that.

"Mom was sick for a while so no one was necessarily surprised. But... It was still a shock all the same. But I'm doing alright on my own. And I've been working at the bakery since mom first got ill, so I'm pretty used to how Richard acts by now."

Shaking her head, she glanced at the man again, smiling a bit more easily as she pushed the thoughts aside. "But my family likely isn't a very interesting topic either way. What do you do when you're not busy with work? Something tells me that's a far more interesting story."

[Evil Tink]

He couldn't help but chuckle a bit, "Now if I didn't know any better, I would say you're a psychic." Now his story was very interesting indeed, but he couldn't just go and tell it freely. She was a stranger after all and such information scared strangers, even close friends.

He looked up at the cloudless sky with a soft smile, "Well where should I begin? How about, you tell me what you want to know? I suppose that's the easiest way to do things." He shrugged slightly, looking back down to her.

[Juneberry]

"I basically asked what I wanted to know though," She replied with a laugh. A smile tugged at her lips as she watched him curiously, noticing that he'd looked at the sky, which made her curious. "What sort of things do you do when you're not at work? You know, just things you enjoy doing."

She smiled a bit more, nodding. "It's good to have things you enjoy doing, after all. Though if you enjoy what you do at work it's all the better, I suppose. That is why I still work at a bakery after all." Her laughter reigned the air around her head for a moment, but only briefly. She didn't want to talk too much- it would be rude. And she would rather make a good impression on the stranger that just got her out of a place she didn't want to be, didn't she?

[Evil Tink]

"When I'm not working? What a broad question. More often than not, I find myself at home reading. It may or may not be obvious, but I do not like dealing with hu--people. I would much rather prefer to sit with a book and some..wine." He raised a brow at her, giving her a glance before watching where he was walking. "If I'm not reading, I suppose I find myself buying and selling various works of art from around the world. Each piece is it's own book in it's own way."

A soft smile could be seen on his face, thanks to the street lamps. Talking about art always made him smile. Art and literature. His two favorite pastimes. "It's very dangerous for me to go to an auction. So many priceless items to be bought and studied..." His head tilted slightly to the side as he closed his eyes, awhile the while walking in a perfectly straight line down the sidewalk. Soon, he began to hum a soft calming melody.