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Post by darryl on Jan 9, 2016 8:21:25 GMT
Outside the cafe, a young inkling who was rather tall was sprinting as fast as they could. A thin line of sweat beaded down their face as they ran, hoping that their boss was going to be forgiving of them being so late. I can't be late- I can't be late on my first day! They thought, dashing into the cafe in a panic.
Wearing the cafe's uniform was Darryl, a 16 year old inkling who had recently gotten a job there to help their father pay bills. Their dark red hair went into spikes towards the back of their head, darkening at the edges. Golden earrings dangled from their ears as they looked around the place, swishing back and forth. The uniform they wore was similar to Cerise's, albeit without the heels since they would most likely trip and fall the first step they take in them.
"I-I'm not late am I...?" they asked, trailing off after seeing all the customers at the counter and tables. Whispering a curse under their breath, they bolted behind the counter and began nervously babbling to Vinny.
"I-I'm sorry for being late! My alarm got cut off because the power went out and my dad couldn't take my sister to daycare and I don't have my drivers license yet and-" they hoped they wouldn't lose their job on the first day, job hunting wasn't easy and paying bills was only going to get harder if they were fired.
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Post by Cerise on Jan 9, 2016 10:47:41 GMT
"mmmm...only if your sure." she said somewhat reluctantly,letting go of his face and letting one of her hands trail downward, gently gripping near the end of his vest, giving it a gentle tug. Cerise hoped he wasn't just down playing how exhausted he was, she wouldn't put it past him to do so either. She affectionately fixed the collar of his shirt and reached up, giving him another small peck on the cheek, but this time on the right, brushing away the tentacle slightly covering his eye.
"you know you can always take a nap back here if you really need it, I can always cover for you." She remarked, suddenly remembering something, more accurately a someone. "hey...Darryl hasn't come in yet ha-"
She was cut off by sound of loud hurried footsteps and the appearances of just the person she was thinking about, Except she did not expect their overly dramatic entrance. She let go of Vinny's vest, and crossed her arms, giving the young teen a smirk.
"well will you speak of the devil."
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Note to self: stay fresh and focused. Frocused...? No, no, no, that just sounds weird...
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Post by Jackson on Jan 9, 2016 15:24:24 GMT
"The name's T- ... Odd Winslow..." said the inkling, offering his hand. Jackson took it and gave a firm handshake, then laughed.
"Haha! Okay, T-Odd Winslow. Uh--glad to meet you! You can call me Jackson. Jackson Mantamute... do you--um--come to the Base often? I'm not sure I've seen you before... uh... You play Turf War?" He coughs a bit. Maybe I should've asked about the food...
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Post by Todd Winslow on Jan 9, 2016 22:39:12 GMT
Okay! There HAD to be some drug in the air or something, cause as his hand was shaken by this newcomer(a bit stronger than he had expected!), he couldn't help but feel more and more comfortable with himself. When this counter-companion talked though, it sealed the deal. He seemed nervous, like himself! His previous enthusiasm began returning and he answered back, now finally warmed up to this wonderful place.
"Jackson Mantamute! Hehe... Mantamute... That's a cool name! Well, I haven't been around for a while..." Actually, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been here... He paused for a few moments. Really? I mean, he knew this place existed! But for whatever reason, no memories came to mind about it... He shook himself, realizing he was lapsing again, and tried to move on to another subject, looking up past the inkling in a thoughtful manner.
"Uhh... Yeah, I can play! I can hold my own with the best of 'em! Or at least I try to." He said in a somewhat audacious tone, trying hard not to think about his previous lapse or why he had lapsed. "That's my new job actually! Starting tomorrow, I'm going to be a "Freelance Splatter". It's kinda like a substitute teacher, but waaaay cooler." He looked down to view Jackson, finally taking a good look at his new aquaintance...
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Post by Jackson on Jan 9, 2016 23:45:32 GMT
"A 'Freelance Splatter', huh? So when you say a substitute teacher it'd be like if a team needs a player and you fill in for them and get money for it, right? So what kind of weapon do you use? I use New Squiffer."
Jackson was getting really into this conversation. It's not every day he talks to strangers, but he's glad he did this time. The power of the special day is not to be underestimated.
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Post by Seymour (Mora) on Jan 10, 2016 5:31:11 GMT
T he doors to the café opened, revealing a young Inkling with neatly parted hair holding a book, who looked around to observe the establishment. This is a nice place, he thought, eyeing the decorations and the furniture. |
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Post by Todd Winslow on Jan 12, 2016 0:34:55 GMT
He winked at his counter companion, his confidence now rising by the minute...
"That's about the jist of it! I haven't played in a bit, so I might be a lititle rusty... But my weapon of choice is a splatling gun! The heavy splatling deco, that is."
He slowed down a bit, beginning to think about the reality of his self-proclaimed profession.
"I haven't actaully... Well... Worked a day of it yet... I'm planning to start tomorrow." He began to look at Jackson questioningly... "You must have a team... Right? If you don't I also do private lessons!" He joked, playing off his previous explination of his to-be occupation. He began to get curious as to when the patrons would be back, those waffles wouldn't order themself! And what WAS with that panicked inkling who had rushed past to join the others in the back room?
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Post by Jackson on Jan 12, 2016 3:56:25 GMT
Jackson sat forward on the counter.
"A team? ... oh, no, not me. People've asked me about that before, I just don't think I could be committed enough for a serious team... I'd have viola lessons and school to work around. AND even then I'm not even that good, I miss a LOT!"
Okay actually I hit quite often, but not often enough for my weapon of choice...
MAN I could really go for some chocolate.
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Post by Ervin on Jan 13, 2016 14:09:29 GMT
[break] ervin Serons-nous détestables ?
Serons-nous admirables ?
Des géniteurs ou des génies ?
Dites-nous qui donne naissance aux irresponsables ? [attr="class","scroll-light"] Begining to blush again, he sunk a bit into his collar. "Heheh, I know, I know. I will be ore careful with my sleep, I promise."
He wrapped his arms around Cerise in a hug before taking a deep breath and getting ready to go back out on the floor. Vinny grinned, especially at hearing a familiar, although quite panicked voice. Waiting for Darryl to slow down, he gave a reply.
"You were supposed to be in 3 hours ago, Darryl." His tone was a bit playful, he wasn't being serious, but wanted to see if the young employee would catch on to that. "I don't know what I am to do about this, that's a long time with no prior notice, you see..."
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Post by darryl on Jan 13, 2016 23:46:00 GMT
Hearing Vinny's words, Darryl's breath hitched in their throat. Since they were nervous, they hadn't noticed the joking tone in his voice, causing them to panic. Looking off to the side, they struggled to think of a reason why they didn't give a notice, but their brain was nothing but blank.
Standing there rather stupidly, they looked down at the floor, wanting to avoid looking at Vinny as much as possible. They could feel the tears welling up in their eyes already, starting to shake. Good job, you managed to go and slip up on the first day. What a great first impression, Darryl, Mom would be so proud of you. Ervin's going to give you the pink slip and you'll be jobless, you won't be able to help dad pay the bills and possibly be evicted.
They gave a shuddering breath, one tear already starting to slip down their cheek.
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Post by Ervin on Jan 14, 2016 4:36:43 GMT
[break] ervin Serons-nous détestables ?
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Dites-nous qui donne naissance aux irresponsables ? [attr="class","scroll-light"] Quickly realizing what might have been going through their head, Vinny scooped Darryl into a tight hug and ferociously patted their back.
"Ah--! D-Darryl it was a joke it was a joke, you aren't late at all! You are EARLY! Oh gosh I'm sorry, don't cry don't cry, I'll buy you lunch today, ok?How does that sound?"
Feeling awful about what just happened, he frowned, holding the young employee like a concerned mother and sort of rocking from side to side, panicking internally.
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Post by Cerise on Jan 14, 2016 10:50:00 GMT
[break] Cerise She has stars in her eyes
[attr="class","scroll-light"] Cerise watched the little confrontation that happened between the two, instead of continuing on with the teasing she walked over to Darryl becoming concerned.
"Darryl Relax it's okay" She patted their back, giving it a good rub. She definitely didn't expect for them to take the teasing too seriously. Seeing how concerned Vinny was, she also gave his back a rub to relax him.
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Post by Seymour (Mora) on Jan 14, 2016 13:04:37 GMT
[nospaces] [googlefont=Gentium Basic][googlefont=Signika] H is clothes and sniper rifle-shaped ink gun were slightly bedraggled with ink, its colors halation-inducingly vivid. After a look around, he decided to seat himself away from the conversation that he could hear, but close enough to be a vantage point from where to scrutinize the whole café. He leaned his Splatterscope against an empty chair, unoccupied by nobody but the backpack that Mora had been carrying, containing some books written in a foreign language.
H e looked around for a menu, but since he had failed to find one, much to his chagrin, he decided to take out one of his books, and began to read. The book dealt with the topic of a young Octarian soldier whose troop had been sent on a mission to mutiny against, and ultimately to oust, a dictator.
«T he commander, holding a dossier of the enemy (or so the files were ostensible), explained the operation to his troop,» the book read. «“ Now, some of you may not be thrilled at the idea of this operation,” reinforced the commander. “This will be no easy amble, but an intense, lengthy trudge. Some of you may be even slightly considering leaving our group. Well, sucks to be you, coward!” He emphasized this part with some quite undue emphasis and disdain towards the hypothetical “coward”. “This is peremptory. You are not allowed to refuse, unless you are willing to be considered a disgrace by every one of our fellow man. You will serve for our fellow Octarians and Octolings until, no, even after, every single one of you turn as haggard as a tortured man's eyes.”» BTW, «these» mean that it's written in Octoling, not Inkling |
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Post by darryl on Jan 14, 2016 18:24:51 GMT
Feeling Vinny's arms wrap around them, Darryl was gently enclosed into a warm embrace. They closed their eyes, feeling the firm pats and rubs of the two adult inklings trying to comfort them. Eventually, subtly wiping their eyes, Darryl reluctantly backed out of the hug.
"I'm-I'm relaxed now, don't worry." they sighed, rubbing their neck, "Sorry for overreacting, I didn't notice you were joking around and thought you were being serious about letting me go."
They smiled weakly, "I'm early...? I must have gotten the time wrong, I could've sworn I was running behind." they shuffled their feet, "Thanks for offering to buy me lunch, Ervin, especially with the fact that I...forgot mine at home." they facepalmed, face reddening just a tad.
Giving an awkward smile, they looked towards the two inklings in front of them. "How about we just get to the customers? When I came in the place seemed to be getting fuller by the minute, so who knows how many people are in now."
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Post by Kayla on Jan 15, 2016 19:45:44 GMT
Kayla was having a great day. Whether it was her SO HAWT vibe, or getting a rank up, or her huge amount of coins, she felt overjoyed. The only problem was that she didn't know what to do. Her squad, after their first loss, decided to wrap up for the day, and went off in their different directions. But now Kayla failed to think of something that she was in the mood for. Go home...nah, too early...go to the mall...nope...ummm....Aha! She suddenly realised; She was starving! She hadn't ate anything since her breakfast almost twelve hours ago, and even then she only had a few berries and half a cup of orange inkberry juice. She remembered her friend saying something about a cafe near the lobby, called Loui Chandelier or something. She quickly spotted it and dashed over. Not too busy yet...might as well go in then...She charged into the doors and managed to quickly skid on the polished floorboards before landing in a heap on the floor.
"Woo! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to-"
She looked around for some staff, but no-one there was wearing a uniform or even a name badge. Strange...usually a cafe has an owner! Maybe they're in the back...She sauntered up to the counter and started bashing the service bell.
"Helloooooo! Is anyone heeeeeeere?"
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