To Insure Prompt Service [Kjarr/OPEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] ❝ S carlet had taught the sisters several rules to live by, and chief among them was self-sufficiency. They robbed, pillaged, pilfered while the younger ones shoplifted if need be to keep with the spirit of their more daring sisters, and were general experts in paying the iron price for anything they so much as briefly considered wanting for themselves. How she would sneer to see the proudest among them be the first to take up a position of honest paid labor that didn't somehow involve bounty hunting or mercenarism. A service worker, no less, wholly dependent upon the good will of others to survive. There was nary an opportunity for mayhem, not unless she decided to take the crème brulee torch to a diner’s pomade greased hair. Dressed in a neat white shirt with a black vest and knee-length skirt, any trace of the ferocious bandit of the sky looked to have been completely ironed out of her. Scarlet would have an infuriating quip on this whipped and tamed version of her sister prepared for this sorry sight, though it'd be the hateful bowtie around Arion's shirt collar that would have cinched it. The lone aspect of this job that she took to with anything other than disgust or loathing was the expectation to look at snooty as possible. That was something she managed effortlessly on a day to day basis, even when she was walking back to the run down, half-gutted single room apartment she shared with Kjarr. Further still, when the two of them were tucking untouched breadsticks under their aprons and surreptitiously dumping half-eaten entrees into cardboard containers to take home for themselves, they managed to strut about the dining room floor with an air of impenetrable arrogance. The one time Kjarr had thought to combine the dregs of the night's almost-finished-but-not-quite wine bottles, it was their mutual acknowledgement that they were far better than their current circumstances would imply that they made a toast to. The little games they had come up with made time pass much more quickly, things like "Count the Toupees," "Her Jewelry is Fake," or "That's Not His Wife." They had all been warned that most of the restaurant tonight would be reserved for a large party of invariably needy people, which should make for a stirring round of whatever combination of disdainful games they had settled on playing. ❞

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Kjarr May had been to a lot of places once he left the clutches of his old owner. After he thought about it for a little while, he was sure that the woman had even taken him to a restaurant like this one before. However, he had never really enjoyed places like this...The portions were small, and the uniforms were never interesting, or colorful. It wasn't loud enough for him...but when Arion had insisted upon working somewhere that didn't involve flashy buttons, or skimpy outfits, and with a decent amount of pay...This was where they had ended up. Catering to the obnoxious Death City upper class.

When they first looked around their slightly depressing apartment, and decided that they needed money,(specifically from an actual job) Kjarr had immediately suggested that they search for a Hooters in the city, but Arion swiftly, and harshly punished him for the suggestion, with a method that he would rather forget. The albino was mostly put off by the fact that they were working in a restaurant at all. For the most part, restaurants didn't really let the waiters to perform, or doing anything extra...Which was Kjarr's trade. Being an attention hog, and a magician only made this drab, unexciting, and uneventful job even worse. The only benefits was the food that they got to lift from the kitchen, or tables when no one was watching. There were also the fun little games that he played with Arion to pass the time. The first day on the job, the peacock had went as far as to bring cards from home, and attempt to show the customers some card tricks...This immediately caught the attention of his boss, and definitely did not become a habit.

After Kjarr understood the concept of "proper manners," and demonstrated that he could stick with the "mood" of the setting, he began to run into problems with the people that he was serving. One of the days a family had come to the restaurant, which was a rare sight, and their ill-mannered child said something that almost made Kjarr lose his mind.

"Mommy...That man is covered in flour...Is he pretending to be a ghost, or is he just an idiot?" The child's "observation," itself made the albino's eye twitch...but the last part took the cake. One thing that constantly bugged him, was when someone stared at him, or made fun of him for his condition...This was about the time that Kjarr had realized that he was serving a bunch of ignorant, rich, narcissists who had probably never seen a hardship in their life. If it wasn't for the fact that they needed to make a living, then he would never put up with it, and he let Arion know how much he wanted to steal everything from these people...Which he wished that he had done with that family. But these things would have to wait until later.

The peacock waited patiently as a group of chefs were doing preparations for the party, and had been sitting back there, hoping that he could get away with not working for a little while. It was almost funny how serious, and determined they were, though he had gotten a couple of them to check out his card tricks...Though he hadn't succeeded at getting one of them to gamble just yet. In due time. Before the inevitable tattling occurred, the peacock slowly walked out of the kitchen, and up to the podium near the door. Hopefully his coworkers would believe that he was actually waiting to direct people to their seats, when in reality he was hoping that no one would step in. At least not until Arion came around, so that they could pick more fun.

Within the past few months, Scarlet's work load had been extremely light. Granted, some of the time was actually spent avoiding it; seeing how she had to see how the little sisters were doing. Each and every single one up to now had been a pain to raise. They were all different… and Scarlet needed to use different ways for each child. All this was initially because she was aiming for the lot of them to be within the same field of work that she herself did. Even to possibly enact some as a group. But in the end, Scarlet saw it as impossible… especially with Livia. Maybe I did mother a favor by taking my sisters from her… Slight doubt crossed her mind. The woman inwardly shrugged it off. What was done, was done.

Thinking of her sisters, the redhead had no news from Arion in, quite literally, decades. It tore her imaginary heart to not receive any kind of word from her, as angst as it could have been. So most likely against her sister's will, Scarlet did some digging around, which brought this successful worker to the ever-famous Death City. To be honest, Scarlet was just a little curious of how her sister was handling life on her own.

And that is how a little bird chanted into her ear, bearing some great news. A sly grin formed upon her lips as a plan came into her mind.



Out of the manager's office the business woman appeared. She straightened her plain red necktie. Black button-up shirt and same colored pants; Scarlet presented a serious expression to the employees. With two claps, she wanted everyone's attention.

"All right everyone. Those who were here earlier today know who I am and why I'm here, but I'll give a reminder and present myself to the ones who came in recently. I'm your boss' daughter, Sarah. Father kindly let me in charge of this important day. I expect everyone to proceed as normal. I am as harsh as your boss. Anything deemed bad for the business will be noted. If I ask of you something, I am expecting your complete cooperation.

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And with that, the woman smiled.

"So let's get this party ready! We don't have much time, so get to it!"

Making sure her golden name-tag was straight; she calmly walked out of the kitchen and started wandering around the restaurant.[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] ❝ S he rolled her eyes as she heard the two claps for an impromptu meeting. In the few weeks she had begun working (the word only left a worse taste in her mouth the more she sad it), it was made more clear to her than ever how much she despised the little throwaway gestures that those higher in the chain of relevance regularly employed to catch their attention. The first time a diner snapped his fingers across the room at her, it took an alarmed glance from Kjarr to remind her that tossing a steak knife in the man's direction was definitely not an acceptable course of action. The sneer Arion had on her face as the woman began speaking, however, carried far more ill will than the ambient dislike she had for just about everyone in the establishment. This was effortful revulsion; from that moment on the red haired woman in the suit was the sole recipient of her conscious antipathy. It wouldn't be too difficult to pick out Arion's scowl from the sea of neutral to bored expressions, and that was the point. The nerve of her. The only reason she'd even be playing this part, as her superior mind you, would be to gloat over her sister's pitiable condition. There was no other fathomable excuse for why she'd even submit herself to something so disgustingly mundane. As soon as the waitstaff was excused, Arion tried to keep as far away from the woman as possible as she began to make her rounds. She was setting the center pieces on the tables when she finally had occasion to end up standing next to Kjarr, whose elbow she snatched. "That bitch is bad news, and we're gonna go out of our way to fuck things up for her before she screws us over, you got that?"

[/color] she said to him. "I mean it. Every last thing you've wanted to do but couldn't. Do it. Tonight.. Last time I checked you're an expert at fucking up so this should be a breeze."[/color]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND [x] WORDS 000 TAGS open NOTES Arion is goddamn melodramatic lemme tell u

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Kjarr felt a little tug on his arm, and turned in the direction that his partner was. Arion was definitely on edge, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was sick of not screwing around with each of the customers, he would most likely take cover, and let her sort things out herself. The woman would surely make a huge scene out of this later on, and if a fight broke out, then it would cause issues for the albino. He would lose his job, and possibly his life. Despite all of that he cracked a smile, and then leaned in so that he could whisper into her ear. "She's very pretty...Perhaps you're jealous of her, Arion? I'm only teasing of course... Anyone who causes you this much distress must be awful. And by everything that I've wanted to do, does that mean...?"

The peacock trailed off as he seemed to finally understand what sort of opportunity that he had. All of the cards tricks...Gambling...Shooting off toupees with his magic...Flirting with the customer's date...Maybe even that. Everything that he could possibly imagine flittered before his eyes as swiftly, but as gracefully as a butterfly. Irony. Though despite Arion's warning, he would have to take it upon himself to become acquainted with this new player...A fresh face to add to his list of "friends" in Death City.

"I understand, Arion...Wreck everything in the most graceful, and fabulous way." Kjarr spun out of her grasp, and then began to skip in the direction of the red haired woman. He wasn't lying earlier...She was pretty, but Arion herself shouldn't be threatened by her. Arion was his friend...For the most part...and that meant that he was going to protect her, and if this women sought to harm the Witch, then Kjarr would have something to say about it. Still, his curiosity was piqued enough that he couldn't help himself. "I'm Kjarr May...The handsome waiter, with the fabulous personality...and magic tricks. Since you're in charge today, I figured that I'd check you out. I like what I see~" A cocky, half-grin quickly formed over his chin, as he uttered the last part. Ruining everything wouldn't be enough for him, if he didn't know why...Or if he didn't understand the person that he was doing it to spite.

From the corner of her eye as she walked around she could see her dear sister tugging on a man's arm. A sly grin crept up on her lips on the side that the pair could not see. Aww~. Drama Queen Arion has a boyfriiieeeend~

[/i][/font] She teased in her mind, still walking around the room with a now neutral expression. She had to do like she had not seen it. Right now, would she not be in disguise, (For everyone except Arion's knowledge of who she really is.) she would have probably went ahead and girlishly squealed and bluntly claimed that Arion and her boyfriend made a cute couple; just so that either of the two be embarrassed, or just ticking off Arion. In her current position, the only thing Scarlet could do was to fall in their pace, and turn it into her own.

Once the white haired waiter begun addressing to her, the redheaded restaurant manager turned around. She placed her arms crossed behind her back, hands holding the other's elbow. She stood with a slightly dignified posture as she listened to the male. The latter-half of what he said caused the woman to tilt her head slightly to the side and blink a few times.

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Honestly, she didn't know what to expect, or what to answer back now. Be a harsh boss? Kind? Playful? She had to go along with his pretty wimpy attempts at seduction. Her eyes slowly skid over to look at Arion, but only for a short moment before looking back at the employee calling himself Kjarr. "Umm… I guess… thank you?[/font]" She sheepishly replied. "You said… magic tricks?[/font]" She asked with genuine curiosity, completely ignoring the personality comment. Her hands slid down her arms until her fingers locked one into the other behind her. She started turning her body slightly left and right. Her eyes darted over to a vacant table with cushion seats, and then looked back at Kjarr.

"I do like magic tricks… I have an idea. Perhaps you could show me a few before the party?" She began walking over to the vacant table. Inside her mind, Scarlet could not believe she felt like she was acting like a silly teenaged girl, mentally facepalming. Then again, she had to act like he did something right…

Once she passed the white haired male, Scarlet would for a split second shoot a sly, devilish grin at Arion. Making sure she saw this. Her hands stayed locked in between herself and her giant ponytail as she walked over to the table. Whether or not he did follow, the redhead didn't mind. But if he did: Scarlet would sit down and signal him to sit down in front of her. From her spot, she could see the whole restaurant, and Arion included. If he didn't, Scarlet would have sat down regardless.

"Alright, I'll get straight to my idea.[/font]" She stated bluntly, placing her elbows on the table and locking her fingers together, forming a bridge for her head to rest upon. "If you manage to impress me; I'll let you make magic tricks for the party. After all, what is a party without its share of magic?" She asked him with a gentle smile, pausing to let it sink in before continuing. The smile faded as she sighed. "Father wants me to keep up with the restaurant business. He told me that if I couldn't handle a day like this… I could not handle any other day.[/font]" She said with a worried tone.

"But the thing is: I don't want to. I don't want to take it…[/font]" The woman looked away from the waiter. Sliding her head down to hide her mouth. She only stayed quite for a second before looking directly at Kjarr with the same gentle smile as before. "But… maybe Lady Luck was kind enough to show me you, today. Maybe your talent… If you put up a good performance…[/font]" Once again she paused, without changing her expression this time. "If you can impress me: I'll let you try out with the customers. I'll even go out of my way to promote your talent. And if you're successful enough: I'll offer to be your manager, and you the magician… That is… if you want to…[/font] At the end, she muttered, readjusting herself in her seat, hiding her hands and shyly look away.

Her mental-self had her face burrowed into her hands. She could just not believe how she was acting. This actually was making her sick. For the sake of her amusement of her sister… only she would go this far…

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