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Post by Milk on Mar 28, 2009 23:34:46 GMT -5
Colby twirled a tooth-pick between her lips, brown eyes focused intently on her shoes. She was in that stupid fifty's-diner sort of outfit, striped dress with a big name-tag that said in obnoxiously colored letters COLBY. For decor to keep from blinding the victims of this restaurant, all the waiters and waitresses kept their clothes lined with quirky, sarcastic, and 'cute' little pins that said things like, "Cute but Evil," "The voices tell me I'm not Insane," or "Imagine,'' or other stupid things like that. Colby had pins that were sarcastic and cute too, to fit in and to appease her irritable boss who insisted on 'pleasing the customer.'
She brushed her auburn hair back and pulled it up into her messy pony-tail. Not a full-time trade-mark of hers, but she always had it up at the diner. At the other business...Well...Another story. She looked over to Sue, one of the other waitresses that although she had a strong distaste for, was easy to talk with. "Like, OMG, did you see that guy last hour? Oh, my, god!" she squealed. Colby grinned and nodded, but looked in pain. It was getting to be around eight in the evening, which meant that the amount of people coming in for food would slow. While Sue went on and on about the hot guy, Colby prayed to get a table to wait on.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 29, 2009 13:19:49 GMT -5
Walking into the Diner, Zhadist and his friends made their way over to their usual table, clearing its occupants with just one glance. Him and his group of friends seemed to do that often. The whole diner hushed as the man with the scar across his face and his friend who was covered from head to foot in tatoos made their way over to the table at the far end of the room. Pushing his light brown hair out of his face, Zhadists silver eyes scanned the room, seeping in the looks of fear and horor on everyone's faces. He personally found it more amusing than anything else. They seemed to have a sort of morbid fascination with him- the humans. They were entranced by the forboding danger he emitted, yet unable to flee to save themselves. They sat there, dumbfounded, waiting for the fate that he was to deliver to them to come. Pushing the sleeves on his cream sweater up to his elbows, his tanned skin complimented the cream color of his shirt well. He was immensley attractive, even with the scar that crossed his face. His features were highly defined, with prominent cheekbones, peircing eyes, and a strait nose. Unlikek his friend, the only tatoo on his body was on his right upper arm. His muscles were defined and prominent, standing out even with the thickness of the sweater. Taking a seat opposite to his friend at their table, Zhadist took a menu in his hand, pretending to read it more to comfort the human eyes gawking at him and his friend than anything else.
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Post by Milk on Mar 29, 2009 13:24:08 GMT -5
Sue immediately shut up and prodded Colby in the side. "You've got a table; I'll be in the back..." she said and practically ran into the kitchen. colby made a face in her direction, then turned towards the table that was filled with the fearsome men. She knew them from somewhere...Maybe she sold them drugs at some point. Sighing as she pondered that possibility, she approached the table and said in her waitress perky voice, "Hi, I'm Colby. How are you folks today?" She smiled big, and made sure to seem truly interested in these people. Not that she wasn't, the guy was the scar was...well...HOT. Like, jaw-dropping hot. But she had to serve them food and drinks in a short striped dress with stupid pins. I look like a moron, she thought.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 29, 2009 13:35:29 GMT -5
Turning his head towards her, a slight smile spread across Zhadists lips. Folks wasn't a word most people thought of when looking at him and his friend. Ex-convicts maybe, but certainly not folks. "How much do they pay you to say that?" Zhadist asked, knowing how they were today was the last thing going through her mind.
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Post by Milk on Mar 29, 2009 13:38:51 GMT -5
"8 bucks an hour," she answered, still grinning although now it was more sincere. "What can I get you two to drink?" she asked, looking between them.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 29, 2009 13:50:12 GMT -5
"We'll both have waters." Zhadists friend said. Laughing slightly at the girls literal interpritation of his question, Zhadist said, "How much did they pay you to say that to us, Colby?" Reading her name tag, he mused to himself how ridiculous her outfit was. What were they trying to do, blind you so thay you wouldn't be able to see the bill? That sounded just like humans, believing their intelligence to be greater than those around them, when in actuallity they were just too ignorant to realize the utter stupidity of their race.
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Post by Milk on Mar 29, 2009 13:53:47 GMT -5
"Two waters, and how the he- how should I know? I'm not a calculator," she said and turned and walked away to go get the two waters. Colby walked into the kitchen and said the order, and waited a few moments before the water was set on her tray. She walked out again, balancing the two glasses on the tray as she approached with another grin. She set the waters down in front of them and pulled out straws so they could drink the water. "So have you two decided what you'd like to order yet?"
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 29, 2009 14:24:23 GMT -5
"Yes." Zhadist replied, flashing her the same fake grin she had plastered on her face. It almost hurt his lips to move them into that shape. "I would like the steak." he said, handing her the menu. "And I'll have the same." Zhadists friend replied, snickering as he handed the menu back to her.
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Post by Milk on Mar 29, 2009 14:26:15 GMT -5
Colby grinned and took the menus. "Two steaks. How do you want them, and fries or mashed potatoes for a side?" she asked, smiling still while thinking about when her shift ended.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 29, 2009 14:59:33 GMT -5
"Surprise us." Zhadist said, the smile dissapearing from his face. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked, his eyes focused on hers in concentration.
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Post by Milk on Mar 29, 2009 15:01:47 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Dunno. I was wondering the same thing though," she answered and turned to go to the kitchen. She handed the orders to the cook and said medium, then went to see if there was anymore people that had come in for her to service. Seeing none, she went back to the kitchen to wait on the steaks.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 29, 2009 16:00:11 GMT -5
Zhadist leaned in towards his friend, talking in a hused tone, "I think I now that human." he said, motioning towards where Colby had dissapeared into the kitchen. "How?" his friend scoffed. "I'm sure if it was during one of your usual activies, she would remember you." "No, not that..." Zhadist said, trying to concentrate. "From somewhere else..." he said, his eyes resting on Colby. "You think we'll go hunting again tonight?" Zhadists friend, Michael, asked. "Maybe." Zhadist said, a crooked smile creeping across his lips. "If the boss says no, you and I could just go out." "Yeah...." Michael agreed, uneasy about the idea of there only being two of them. "Look, she's comming back." Zhadist said, eyes focused on Colby.
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Post by Milk on Mar 29, 2009 16:01:49 GMT -5
Colby walked back with the two steaks, both with fries on the side. She set the plates down in front of them and glanced at the water. "Can I get you guys anything else? And I'll refill those in a moment," she asked/said and smiled at them.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 29, 2009 16:10:04 GMT -5
"Yes, actually." Zhadist said, standing so that he was about 5 inches taller than her. Taking a step towards her, he said, "Your drug habit- is it an extraciricular activity of yours, or a profession.?" he said, his eyes searching hers.
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Post by Milk on Mar 29, 2009 16:11:58 GMT -5
Colby stared at him, flabbergasted. "Wh-what?" she asked, voice a whisper. "Look, if you're looking to buy, come find me after my shift, jesus! I need this job," she growled, eyes flashing a dark look. "Enjoy your food, sir." She turned and walked back into the kitchen on the double, cheeks aflame. He's a client! Oh! That's how I know him! she thought as she smacked herself repeatedly with a tray.
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