JOSEPHINE ATKINS
Fire Kingdom  
FIRE KNIGHT
Posts: 90
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 30 JULY 1995
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: waitress/student
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Oct 12, 2012 21:43:07 GMT -8
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[/div][/td][td][atrb=style, padding-top: 2px] There were some things Joze chose not to question. The biggest being her current... job. If she could even call it that. No, she sure as hell wouldn't question why exactly she was wearing a maid outfit (with old perverts ogling her in it, no less!), or as to why she would degrade herself to this sort of sick fantasy. But if it weren't for this place, she was sure that her family would be in an even bigger amount of debt than they were in currently. Sure, she didn't make the most money of the family, but at least she was pulling something in, right? Unlike some people she knew... plus, dressing up like this paid better than working at a regular restaurant, with the uniforms high demand for cute girls and the lack of cute girls willing to dress themselves up.
Ah, wasn't she glad there were a plethora of otakus residing in the Los Angeles area? Frankly, not particularly. She wouldn't have to humiliate herself like this if there were less of those stupid idiots running around. The things she did for money, or more particularly, her family. Hell, pretty much all of her income went into the family, since there was no spending money to be spared. And she used and abused her employee discount in the place. Free coffee and tea was always nice. But she didn't extend this to her family, she didn't want her mother or father to see her like this, they'd pull her out of the job for sure (and she wasn't really doing anything wrong. Just dressing up and serving coffee among other rather innocent things). And it was just embarrassing if her siblings stumbled across her like this.
"Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama." She inwardly cringed as she greeted a new customer and sat them down, plastering a smile on her face. All Joze really wanted to do was tear this outfits to shreds and go back home. And she honestly hoped this customer wasn't one of those nit-picky ones that commented on her poor Japanese skills. So what, she couldn't get the language correct. It wasn't like this was going to be her one and only job for the rest of her life. She just had to finish school and get a higher paying job, that's all. Apparently she attracted all the lolicons in the cafe. An exasperated sigh and a self-conscious glance at her rather flat chest made her ask, rather abruptly, for the guy's order. Not earning her any points in their book, but would she even want to, in a cafe full of... well, practically perverts, from what she could tell.
They basically came here to look at them. To look. Or more particularly, their outfits. Pinafore, petticoat, stockings and all. Maybe the dress was a bit too high for her... But the stockings were long too... Ah, screw it. They couldn't see anything either way. She fetched the order of coffee and brought it to yet another customer, who turned her attention to another table. Oh great, he's at it again. Was it just her or was he always doing this. Really, he was setting a bad example for all of the workers here. If he could act this way, who knows what the customers would be demanding for the others. Anger flushed through her as she walked towards him in a rather ungraceful fashion.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Oct 14, 2012 11:24:41 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]To say he wasn’t enjoying his job at the maid café a little too much would be entirely untrue. His current job was crafted of all the things he loved: cute outfits, doting customers who were willing to pay him for a photo or autograph and, best of all, employee benefits. What could be better—short of being a model, of course? Unfortunately, some of the other employees had another idea in mind about the job which his actions didn’t reflect by any means. It was a real shame, really. How could any girl pass up this kind of attention?
Maybe it was just his opinion, but it seemed his fellow coworkers were being quite rude to their valued customers. What was with the distance and the cold treatment? None of them looked like they wanted to be there and it was clear the patrons of this fine establishment were disappointed by this. It was up to him to make their experience worth it. If that meant stepping on a few toes to do so than so be it. Well, pleasing the regulars wasn’t really his true motive. It was having their attention on him that brought him over.
Unlike his fellow employees he never tried to attempt the Japanese phrases that they were required to say, knowing he would just butcher them. “Welcome home, Master,” He greeted. The blonde plopped himself down in the lap of one of the more attractive patrons, meeting his gaze as his as his arms looped around his neck. “How may I serve you?” He said in a low enticing tone. There was little distance between him and the other man, but he drew closer so his lips were mere inches away from the customer’s face.
The eyes of his two companions shot around the café as if searching for maids of their own, but they would only be disappointed. Kittim was the only one willing to go to such length for his precious customer’s attention. He drew back to gaze into the man’s eyes with wide balls of amber. “I’ll do anything for you so please tell me how I may serve you.” He continued, tracing soft circles into the fabric of his shirt. Kittim wasn’t expecting any answer after seeing the stupor that fell over his face. Oh well. He could sit and relax until the man regained himself.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
Bad Kittim is bad. 399. Joze.[/classy]
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JOSEPHINE ATKINS
Fire Kingdom
FIRE KNIGHT
Posts: 90
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 30 JULY 1995
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: waitress/student
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Oct 15, 2012 19:39:03 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][cs=2] it probably exists if you go there true, sure to be true [/style] | [atrb=style,width: 100px; padding-top: 10px;][atrb=valign,top][style=font: normal 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #878787;]APRIL EIGHTH
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[/div][/td][td][atrb=style, padding-top: 2px] Why was she the one left to deal with this idiot? As the other maids scurried away to their own customers, another one picked up her customer and she was left with the idiot. Great. Just another day with him. She gave a bit of an inward cringe when she saw exactly just what he was doing. Really now. It hurt to see someone working here with such little decency. And wow, would it suck to be the customer, because what she was about to do was not only cruel, but guaranteed that Kittim wouldn't get any tips from this stranger. Why should she care, anyways, since it wasn't deducting her pay?
This was giving her more of a headache than she thought - and she hadn't even done anything yet! Just the thought of it irked her. She marched towards the two of them, irritated. Joze even acknowledged that she usually wasn't this bad, but maybe it had just accumulated over time. The example he was setting for them was atrocious - eventually that customer would expect it of the maids, and then he might tell his friends, who would in turn expect it and then tell their friends... the whole chain reaction that she would much more prefer to avoid altogether. The girl of only ninety pounds yanked Kittim out of the guy's lap. Honestly, he had no decency. None at all. That... that attention whore.
She bowed at the customer, apologizing. "I'm sorry, we're not supposed to do that." Then Joze turned to Kittim, a venomous glare in her eyes. Today was not a good day to piss her off, and he had done exactly that. I'll kill him. I'll really kill him.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 10, 2012 13:27:05 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]As he waited for the men to recover from their shock and give their orders, the cross dressing blonde enjoyed the small break. It wasn’t often that he or the other employees had a chance to sit down, especially not on a day as busy as this. Besides, the lap he chose to occupy proved to be a really nice one. The rippling flesh beneath the man’s shirt indicated the presence of abs and they sure felt nice. Kittim couldn’t keep his hands off them.
He was just short of snaking his hands under the man’s shirt when a heavy thumping of feet pulled his attention to the smaller blonde girl. “Oh hey Jo—Ack!” He crashed to the floor with a flash of white as his legs met the ground shortly after his behind. The daze lasted only a few seconds before he shot up and aimed a glare at his coworker. Glare met glare as Kittim’s honey gaze fixed on Joze’s. “What was that for?! I was trying to do my job!” He huffed.
Kittim wasn’t one to associate with his coworkers outside of the job so he only knew his fellow employee’s by name and nothing outside of that. He didn’t care to know anything about them. Aside from quick judgments he made based on the little encounters he had, the blonde hadn’t really developed much of an opinion of them. Being pulled from the lap of an attractive customer, however, was enough for Kittim to decide that he did not like Joze. He would never like her, he decided. “Oh, I see. You’re jealous.”
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
Bad Kittim is bad. 268. Joze.[/classy]
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JOSEPHINE ATKINS
Fire Kingdom
FIRE KNIGHT
Posts: 90
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 30 JULY 1995
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: waitress/student
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Dec 1, 2012 13:47:19 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][cs=2] it probably exists if you go there true, sure to be true [/style] | [atrb=style,width: 100px; padding-top: 10px;][atrb=valign,top][style=font: normal 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #878787;]APRIL EIGHTH
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[/div][/td][td][atrb=style, padding-top: 2px] He was only trying to do his job? Last time she checked, his job was to serve the food the guy ordered and provide a bit of fan service! And even then... not much. Joze nearly screeched at him. This... this just wasn't acceptable! It broke all the rules. "Your job? Your job? How is feeling up a customer your job!?" Could he see the rage that was present on her face? Anyone who couldn't was probably blind. The depths of her rage for him at this very moment - she couldn't even begin to comprehend what this anger could result into.
Then again. The biggest feat that she had been able to do today was pulling Kittim out of the customer's lap. She honestly hadn't intended for him to fall as he did, but it just happened. For a split second she thought she might apologize to him, after her anger died down a little bit. He wasn't following the rules, but that didn't really give her much of a right to let him just fall.
But then Joze took it back after those next words he spoke. Jealous? Did she really look jealous? Sure, it might look like that from another person's point of view, but that wasn't the case. "You're mistaken. Men like him are disgusting." Maybe they would be out of a customer because of what she said, but she didn't care. That man should have stopped Kittim when he had the chance, but she was the who had to intervene. And now she was probably going to be yelled at by the boss because this would have been a valuable customer. But when valuable customers started expecting more than what most of the workers could offer because of some stupid worker had decided to fool around.
Plus, the other girls... Joze hated to say it but they were all airheads. They absolutely embodied the stereotypical blonde. Of course, it might just be an act, but the ignorance of half of the workers here. "You can't just do that, alright? When customers get expectant of that sort of behavior, some of the girls don't *want* to do that." But she didn't expect him to listen to her. Joze probably couldn't even consult her boss in this sort of... debauchery.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 18, 2012 22:52:28 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Anger and embarrassment washed over him in hot waves, coloring his pale face with a pale tint of pink and setting his eyes to smoldering amber. She has not only embarrassed him (and was continuing to as well), but she had even risked injuring him when she so rudely pulled him from a customer’s lap. Was it really necessary to make such a big scene? She was practically shouting for the whole café to hear. Right in front of the customers he was just taking care of!
Her fury meant nothing to the blonde when compared to the humiliation she was inflicting on him by her boorish behavior. Her feelings in the matter were unimportant. He felt that it was his job to give his costumers the most enjoyable experience possible, regardless of what any of his coworkers wanted. The happier his costumers were, the better his tip was. Didn’t she know that much? He almost let out an annoyed huff, but he managed to hold it back. He settled for a rebellious roll of his eyes though.
“Insulting the customers is a very ugly thing to do,” Kittim pointed out as he smoothed down the skirt of his uniform then proceeded to dust the back of it off. “You’re not all that attractive to begin with so you shouldn’t say thing like that. It just makes you uglier.” He realized that now wasn’t the time for insults no matter how true he felt they were, but did the girl not realize how unattractive she was being? His job description might not have entailed his methods, but at least he was actually doing his job. She should be complaining.
“Are you done? I have a paycheck to earn so go be ugly somewhere else. Kay, bye, bye now.” Kittim waved her off with a light flick of his wrist. He was playing with fire, yet that never really seemed to be something he considered. Honestly, what was she going to do to him anyways? They were currently on the job and any form of misconduct could be held against him. Clearly he hadn’t done anything wrong so anything she might have done would be on her.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
I'm sorry Joze *sobs*. 366. Joze.[/classy]
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JOSEPHINE ATKINS
Fire Kingdom
FIRE KNIGHT
Posts: 90
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 30 JULY 1995
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: waitress/student
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Dec 20, 2012 22:25:51 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][cs=2] it probably exists if you go there true, sure to be true [/style] | [atrb=style,width: 100px; padding-top: 10px;][atrb=valign,top][style=font: normal 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #878787;]APRIL EIGHTH
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[/div][/td][td][atrb=style, padding-top: 2px] Kittim made things all the worse for her. Joze was definitely not pleased with the things that were going on. He was just the most infuriating person she had ever met. Even more so than her brother, and that was saying something. Honestly, she thought she would only have to deal with girls with this type of attitude, but apparently not. Kittim here was a great example of that right about now. How she wanted to yell and scream and pull his hair right now. But she couldn't. That wasn't very professional of her, plus she's probably end up losing this battle anyways. She wouldn't go down to that level. Goodness, she had already resorted to violence once, what would they say if they saw her do it twice? Fire her? Actually, that seemed pretty legitimate in itself.
But still. This guy. He just made her really mad. Whining didn't solve anything, and words rarely did anyways. Besides, it looked like he had made up his mind about her anyways, so what was a few more insults on her part, especially with how hurtful his were to her.
"Of course I know that, I don't want people like that attracted to me anyways. I'd rather be an old cat lady." She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out. "Aren't you the ugly one for saying such things, anyways? Those are ugly words, coming out of your equally ugly mouth." Didn't she already have enough of this attitude coming from people her age in... high school? How old was he, anyways? Once upon a time she had thought he was older than her, but evidently that was not the case.
"Meanie. Meanie meanie meanie meanie. It's not like I don't know I'm ugly. What does he think I am, stupid?" She was mostly mumbling to herself now, but she was just a big ball of fury right about now.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Feb 17, 2013 18:36:09 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]The expression that settled on his face was one lacking any further interest in the blonde girl who didn’t seem to understand what manners were. He looked down at her eyes heavy-lidded while he waited for her annoying voice to cease slipping last her lips. She made useless attempts to sling insults back at him, calling him ugly, however, he knew better than to let that get to him. Kittim was many things, but ugly wasn’t one of them. “No. It’s called being honest.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
By this point in time, he was already tired of wasting his valuable time on a girl who had nothing better to do besides try to make him feel bad. For what, really? He was only doing his job. It didn’t matter to him if the other girls, especially her, didn’t like how he went about things. His customers liked the way they were treated in his company and always tipped him generously. Their attention was just as pleasing as the tips, if not more so. She just needed to learn how to mind her own business.
Unfortunately, she was sticking around longer than she should have. Persistent, wasn’t she? By this point she was calling him a ‘meanie’ and muttering something to herself that he’d stopped paying attention to for favor of his nails. He could go for a manicure right now. Shame he was on the job. Maybe after work he would stop in to the nail salon and, oh, wouldn’t it be cute if he got little designs done on the corners of his nails? A flower or little hearts would be perfect.
He glanced up from his nails to find the girl still standing there despite his dismissal of her. If she wasn’t planning to leave him alone than he supposed he would just had to do the leaving himself. His tawny gazed lifted up in time to stop a pair of men walking in and found it to be just the perfect coincidence. “Oooh, customers! If you’re done here, I’m going to go greet these customers, kay? Buh-bye.” He stepped past the blonde and made for the pair.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
I'm sorry Joze *sobs*. 366. Joze.[/classy]
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JOSEPHINE ATKINS
Fire Kingdom
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Posts: 90
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Post by JOSEPHINE ATKINS on Feb 18, 2013 14:38:35 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][cs=2] it probably exists if you go there true, sure to be true [/style] | [atrb=style,width: 100px; padding-top: 10px;][atrb=valign,top][style=font: normal 10px courier new; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #878787;]APRIL EIGHTH
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[/div][/td][td][atrb=style, padding-top: 2px] So he had taken up to ignoring the poor blond, now had he? Joze couldn't really blame him much - after all, she was the one who was slinging insults at him now. She was definitely sinking that low. It wasn't to say that Kittim himself was ugly (and she hated to admit it but she was definitely envious of his looks, since he looked more like a girl than she did and that was a huge blow to her self-esteem as it was), it was just Joze couldn't find other words to retaliate that could really cause a blow towards him. God, he was just absolutely utter shit at her job, wasn't she? Seemed like he was already going towards some new customers, probably about to do the same thing, and Joze found herself no longer caring to stop him. She was much too mad to do that now.
And she was supposed to be watching over the waiters and waitresses of this cafe too. No doubt if there were any complaints her boss would place the blame directly on her shoulders. She hated this position really, which meant getting into fights rather... frighteningly often, but really what could she do when she wasn't one of the best or most-requested waitress there (and thus, had much more free time in her hands to actually watch over). The people hired weren't all that... street smart, either.
Though Joze knew better than to have anymore customers see her in this seething state. If she was put off, they probably would be too, so she retreated into the kitchens to help out over there. It would serve a good distraction at the very least, and she'd be able to cool down just a bit. The less she saw of Kittim, the better. Already she could tell that they would definitely have a rocky relationship. Maybe she should have apologized (even though she knew she couldn't possibly be in the wrong, now could she?), but she couldn't find the sincerity in herself to do that. Perhaps a later time she could, but until then she just let the anger hang there.
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Post by F A T E on Feb 24, 2013 15:51:38 GMT -8
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FATE HAS NOTICED YOUR PRESENCE | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;]
You have been rewarded with ONE RESIDUE EACH as this thread is now complete. It has been placed in the archives under the 'finished' sub-board. You are more than welcome to PM fate if this thread is not finished or if you are unhappy/unsatisfied with the amount of fate that has been rewarded. Keep up the great work and keep posting with other members. | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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