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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jul 5, 2013 18:59:03 GMT -8
tagged: kittim. time: may 12th, 2pm. notes: let me know if the time needs to be changed. Lucien was not enjoying his day out. It had been two days since the pinkie of his left hand had been utterly destroyed, and all things considered, it had been a stupid thing to go out at all. He was still in pain even with the painkillers, and if he jostled it there was risk of even worse permanent damage.
But desperate times had called for desperate measures. He'd been going mental trapped in the apartment again after tasting freedom, and the moment he'd felt well enough, he'd pleaded with Kun Shui to let him out. So he had, albeit begrudgingly, and tasked one of the guards with escorting him.
Of course, Kun Shui probably hadn't expected Lucien to go to Little Tokyo of all places. But then, Lucien hadn't expected to either. He'd just wanted one book--the next in a series he'd only half purchased thinking he wouldn't like it that much. He did like it that much, and he'd finished off what he'd bought the day before when he wasn't sleeping.
Unfortunately, the only copy of the next book wasn't in Chinatown. It was in, of all places, a little bookstore in Little Tokyo. That had required a quick train ride up, and while the guard hadn't liked it, he'd gone along with it just the same.
He'd managed to get his book, but by the time he did he was beyond exhausted. His hand was throbbing and he was tired of the stares. He wasn't going to make it back to Chinatown without a rest, so a cafe was in order.
In France he'd love being able to sit down at a little cafe, and Little Tokyo wasn't much different, even if it was undeniably foreign. He was paranoid enough to be convinced people were chatting behind his back, and he couldn't understand a word of what was being said. He didn't even look at the sign to the cafe he entered, fully expecting it to be jibberish.
The guard waited outside as Lucien stepped in, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jul 12, 2013 16:34:43 GMT -8
| A fter the lunch hour rush, the café rarely saw another customer until dinner time rolled around yet he had to stick around and wait despite it seeming quite pointless to him. If there were no customers, then he should have been allowed to leave. But no, that wasn’t how things worked. Apparently he had to stay around in case a customer did come, which rarely happened. How boring was that? Of course, the blonde supposed a little down time wasn’t too bad. It didn’t make it any less boring.
He sat at one of the booths, elbow balancing on the table up and propping up his face while his free hand drummed erratic rhythms. Fortunately for the bored blonde, he wouldn’t be for very long. A light tinkling of bells announce someone’s arrival and Kittim was instantly on his feet. Hopefully it’s someone cute, mused the cross dresser as he took a moment to smooth down his uniform. Kittim made for a very stunning maid—in his own opinion, anyways.
Prancing to greet the patron, he was pleased to see he was quite the looker. He admired the long-haired ginger for a moment from beneath heavy eyelids before he closed the rest of the distance between them. “Welcome home,” chirped the blonde in his friendliest tone. “Can I get you anything, Master?” He held back at the moment, for once refraining from invading a guest’s personal space. For now. There might have been an annoying co-work lurking about. Stupid Joze. |
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jul 12, 2013 20:46:12 GMT -8
tagged: kittim. time: may 12th, 2pm. notes: let me know if the time needs to be changed. 'What' was more or less the only thing going through Lucien's mind after the girl spoke. He had expected, based on the initial appearance of the cafe, to be dealing with something akin to cosplay. Women it outfits serving tea at a premium. He'd never been to one, but there had been several things of that variety in France. After all, the outfit they wore was the french maid outfit.
After the greeting, Lucien couldn't help but feel vaguely out of place. Once upon a time he'd actually had maid and servants. He'd been greeted any time he returned as the young master -- the heir to the grand estate the Margaux had lived on for generations. He'd been set to gain it all, and he'd made life a living hell for the staff.
Two years later, things had changed a great deal. He still lived in a particularly fancy residence, although it was a penthouse rather then a mansion, but his situation was considerably different. He was no longer heir apparent. Instead he was something between a hostage and a live-in house pet. He lived or died by the choices of others, and in a way it showed, even if it wasn't obvious to others. The pinkie and ring finger of his left hand were bound, held in a dual, heavy duty splint. It kept them from moving, and kept them from getting any worse as he went about his day.
At the very least his attire seemed suitable--dark slacks and a grey dress shirt. It certainly wasn't a business suit, but it wasn't jeans, which Lucien had worn very few times in his life. He didn't like jeans--they were too rough and bland. Business-casual was about as casual as it had gotten for most of his life.
He reached down, straightening his shirt with his good hand before giving a faint and largely fake smile to the girl. Young. Alright, not terribly young, only three or four years older then he was, but Lucien felt particularly older then he was.
"I must confess this is my first time in such a cafe." Which hopefully meant she'd 'break character' and take it easy on him... or at least give him a guide or something. Good god there had to be a beginners pamphlet, didn't there? |
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Jul 14, 2013 13:01:56 GMT -8
| K ittim was full of surprises; in fact, his own gender was among them. Under the soft tint of makeup, the ruffles and lace of his uniform, he was far from the female he let others believe. His body was all angles and his face only ambiguous without the powder and paint. Then there were the other telltale signs of his gender too but they were also easily hidden. He was just androgynous enough for it to work, though he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was that he was pretty.
Misleading people with his gender wasn’t exactly Kittim’s intention, despite how often that seemed to happen. His job at a maid café only further served to deceive people. It wasn’t Kittim’s problem if they assumed things. He had never made a point to convince anyone that he was female. Being thought of as a girl held some benefits to the young blonde though so he didn’t mind if people mistook him for one. He was opportunistic enough to take advantage of it.
“Don’t be nervous,” Kittim grinned, looping his arm with the redhead’s. “I’ll show you to a table” He loved first time customers in the café, especially since they didn’t have any expectations when entering. The blonde had free range to act how he wanted until one of his co-workers decided to bother him. Since it looked like they were on break, he was assured he would be left alone. He grabbed to menus before he settled on the arm of the stylishly dressed ginger. “This is really your first time?” |
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jul 15, 2013 21:22:40 GMT -8
tagged: kittim. time: may 12th, 2pm. notes: let me know if the time needs to be changed. Appearing to be female in a serving job would almost always have perks. That much went without saying. Being a female as a maid had even more, because not many people would be interested in a male maid. Maybe a butler, but that didn't have quite the same effect as a maid cafe. Even if he'd only just entered, Lucien could already understand the appeal. Everyone wanted to feel like they were being waited on hand and foot. It was a common human desire, and while every restaurant appeased that need in some way, a maid cafe took it to a whole new level. You weren't paying for the food--you were paying for the experience.
Lucien wasn't quite sure if that experience appealed to him, but he supposed it didn't matter at that point. He let himself be guided by the arm, giving the young maid a quick glance.
"Yes. I had heard of cafes like this, but I had never been to one. In truth I was simply looking for a place to eat a quick snack, but I suppose there's no need to ignore a new experience."
And it was certainly going to be a new experience. He'd had maids before, but that had been a much different thing. He imagined it was going to be a tad bit less authentic--probably a lot more smiles and 'masters' to add flavor. He simply hoped the food was good--he'd gotten used to high quality meals. |
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Aug 18, 2013 16:28:29 GMT -8
| W aitressing at a maid café wasn’t exactly his dream job. He enjoyed it on most days (when the other employees weren’t getting on him over one thing or another). What he really wanted to do with his life was model. Not just any model, one everyone knew and adored. A pretty boy like him needed to be surrounded adoring fans and flashing lights. Kittim aimed to capture the attention of the world. It was a big dream, but he had confidence he could make it a reality.
But, he was content with his job at the happy maid café. He especially enjoyed having the one-on-one attention with the patrons. Uninterrupted, of course. With his arm linked with this man and his attention all for him, Kittim couldn’t complain about still working at the café when he thought he’d have his big break by now. “Well, I’m glad you stopped in,” giggled the cross-dresser. “I was getting kind of lonely.” He spotted the table he had in mind, one by a window and under a dimly lit chandelier.
It was also a bit hidden near the back of the café, where his fellow employees wouldn’t stumble upon them right away. Kittim didn’t enjoy having to sneak around to please his customers but he got over it quickly. “Here’s your table, master.” The waitress led him over, only releasing his arm when they were within a foot of it. He needed to if he wanted to put down the menu and let the man sit. Once he sat and ordered, Kittim would resume his flirting. “Can I get you anything to start off with?” |
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Aug 18, 2013 17:53:26 GMT -8
tagged: kitty. time: may 12th, 2pm. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. Every 'master' made his stomach feel off. It was familiar, certainly (although he'd always been 'young master' to differentiate from his father), but it harkened back to a life that felt a million miles away. He was no longer that person, and it felt strange to do something that had been so connected to his past life.
Even so, being waited on hand and foot seemed like a fairly nice thing. He could get used to that kind of service, and he took a seat where indicated. A bit far from the door for his tastes, and his guard was probably having a damned fit, but while the thought of escaping out the back door crossed his mind, it was only for a moment. Escaping would get him nowhere. Sure, he'd physically be free, but he had no resources, no knowledge of the area. He would stand out like a sore thumb.
He took the menu and eyed it for only a moment before making a snap decision. "Whatever you think is good from your sandwich selection." He really didn't even know half the types offered. He was used to high cuisine. As for a drink, he considered for a moment before going with that as well. "I think just water would do fine." He paused for a moment before second guessing himself. "Spring water if you have it." |
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Sept 3, 2013 21:05:27 GMT -8
| T here was something intriguing about the red haired man, something swathed in mystery and allure. He wasn’t the regular, mundane patron looking for a chance to ogle some girls in maid uniforms. Kittim was curious about his broken fingers, which caught his eye since the man walked in. Thankfully the ambitious waitress had the man all to himself in the almost empty café. Even if he couldn’t crack whatever enigma shrouded this man, he could hope to get a nice tip at the least.
He looked as if he had money to spare but, then again, Kittim hadn’t met with very many wealthy men in his life so he wasn’t an excellent judge on the topic. “As you wish, master.” Water and a sandwich. Not a big spender, Kittim noted. Oh well, it meant he’d be in and out before any of the other staff got back. He wouldn’t run the risk of being caught in the act. No matter how much he thought his way of serving his customers was right, it wasn’t company policy.
Kittim was back with the sandwich and water without a second wasted. “Here you are,” chirped the blonde as he set it down. He set himself down in the space beside the redhead too. “So, what’s your name and what brings you here?” The man’s lap was still in his sights, but he would work his way there. He didn’t was to be in the way if the man was particularly hungry. “You don’t exactly fit the description of the usual type who visit these kinds of cafés.”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Sept 4, 2013 14:02:12 GMT -8
tagged: kittim. time: same. notes: notes. All things considered, Lucien was a big spender--he simply didn't know what to pick, on top of being terribly, terribly picky. He needed food, and he'd get food, and then he'd move on with his life. Smalltalk was simply a nice addition, and it seemed that the maid was willing to oblige him. He eyed the sandwich as the young woman sat beside him, trying to decide if he was going to like it or not. He tended to pre-judge his food based on presentation, and the sandwich certainly didn't seem to be that interesting. It was obviously pre-made, all ready to go for whoever ordered it, and if asked to describe it, Lucien probably would have described it as 'nothing special'.
Unfortunately, you couldn't absorb food with your eyes, so Lucien was forced to pick it up, taking a bite. Not bad. It wasn't good, but it wasn't horrible either. He'd certainly had better, and he could hardly say he'd had worse--he'd been terribly picky otherwise. He wasn't entirely good with the woman sitting so close, practically pressed up to his side, but he supposed that was simply the way things were done. People probably payed extra for that.
"My name is Lucien." Last name was strictly unnecessary, and fairly awkward anyway. "I wasn't feeling well and needed a place to sit, and since it was lunch time anyway, it seemed appropriate to stop in a cafe." Added to the fact that it was his first time in a maid cafe, it wouldn't be hard for anyone to work out he hadn't been entirely sure of what sort of cafe it was. |
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 9, 2013 22:36:39 GMT -8
| T he little café was definitely no five star restaurant. It was more about the pretty girls in maid uniforms than the food anyways. Kittim didn’t think their food too terrible though. The dishes were simple and a lot of them premade, true, but they weren’t awful. It all tasted all right to him. But the café was about the service and Kittim was sure to make sure every costumer got the best, especially the cute red haired guy he pressed so close to.
“Well, I’m glad you picked this café out of anywhere else. I was getting kind of lonely, you know. Everyone else is on their lunch breaks and business has been a little slow today.” It was probably because that stupid Joze scared all the café’s regulars away with her stupid grumpy face. Any time he thought of his co-worker, it left him with a sour taste in his mouth. “Can I get you anything else? There’s some really good stuff on the drink menu.”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Dec 10, 2013 8:39:50 GMT -8
The girl had not introduced herself, and Lucien supposed that was fine. The names of a maid generally wouldn't matter, would it? They were interchangeable eye candy to the clientele that they served. Who they were didn't matter, only how they looked, and he imagined that very few of the clients cared for their names unless they happened to pick out a particular favorite.
Somehow, Lucien doubted he'd be back again, and that made the girl's name unnecessary. Her offer of drinks was no doubt a calculated sales pitch. He wasn't the sort of customer they wanted to drag in, because he had little interest in the staff and high standards for food. So she'd try and upsell him. He had no interest at all in getting alcohol--which would no doubt taste terrible--but opted to indulge slightly. "What's good and non-alcoholic?" Probably a milkshake or perhaps some kind of slushy. It didn't matter--he probably wouldn't like it either way, but it would at least make the poor girl feel like Lucien was less of a waste of a customer. Even if she said she was happy to be there, it would no doubt be disappointing if all he got was a sandwich and a glass of water.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Feb 6, 2014 17:37:55 GMT -8
| K ittim was one who liked to be remembered, so leaving out his name didn’t happen too often. But he made an exception this time around. Something about being nameless to a handsome stranger excited the blonde waitress. He just wanted to have some fun while his other coworkers were out and he couldn’t get in trouble. They wouldn’t be back for a while after all.
“We have a variety of teas, coffees, sodas and a couple flavors of ice tea. Oh, there’s milkshakes and smoothies available as well.” Kittim particularly loved their coffee. He wasn’t particularly good at preparing it though. He worked there as a waitress not a barista or chef. “You can find the specifics in the menu.” He paused, scanning the table for the drink menu. He reached over and grabbed it for Lucien. “Here.”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Feb 9, 2014 17:05:37 GMT -8
Lucien listened to the girl list off what the cafe had and nodded once. It was a simple enough menu, quick and easy. They had everything one could expect and nothing they didn't. A tad boring, to someone who had spent plenty of time in France, eating and drinking the very best that there was, but he supposed it was understandable that a small niche cafe such as the one they were in would try and play it safe with the food. People weren't going to a maid cafe for food after all.
Still, there cafe had no specialty, which made it a tad harder to choose. Did they have to-go cups? It seemed like a stupid question, since it was obvious enough they would. He skimmed the menu he was handed, making another snap judgement. "I think a strawberry banana smoothie, but in a to-go cup if possible." His poor guard was probably having a fit. He'd probably already called Kun Shui to ask what to do about it, and Lucien was fairly sure he only had a few more minutes before the guard hauled him out. At the very least he felt better then he had upon entering.
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