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Post by catherine west on Jun 20, 2012 4:26:55 GMT -5
THe man stood there for a while looking at Catherine and Vico in a stunned silence. Catherine turned to him and saw he was about to say something. However, the look on her face told him it was really quite a bad idea. "Well I won't be coming in this shithole again." he grumbled and walked away as if he had won. Catherine took a deep breath trying to calm herself down so she could get back to work. However, before she had a chance she was being ushered into the back room by Vico who mentioned something about her storm flame.
Oh shit. she thought to herself. She hadn't meant to show her storm flames, but sometimes when her anger got the best of her it began to show. However, what surprised her more was that Vico knew what they were. That meant he either had some connection with the mafia world or had done in the past. This could either go very badly or very well for her.
She followed him in silence out to the back and stood there looking at him waiting for him to speak. There wasn't much she could say without revealing everything. She wanted to know just how much he knew before she began talking. Just who was he? Was he mafia? A hitman? And if he was mafia was he a member of an ally famiglia or was he an enemy. She decided to break the ice a little bit though.
"Thanks for dealing with that guy." she said genuinely grateful. She was a natural fighter, but was trying to tame that bit of herself down a bit and control her anger. "If you hadn't...well he'd of needed a lot more then just new teeth."
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Post by Vico Adriano Tsukino on Jun 20, 2012 7:27:08 GMT -5
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Vico had a lot of things going through his head while he was escorting Catherine out back. How did she have Storm flames? Was she a hitman or a member of a family? Should he stop hitting on her? Vico shook the last thought out of his head as they neared the door to the back. He opened it and let Catherine in first, then slowly closed it behind him as he went through.
Just as he was about to speak, Catherine thanked him for everything. Vico just smiled and pat her head. "No biggie. Though with your flames, his face would be in shambles. Not just his teeth." He looked around a bit to make sure no one was listening in on them and sighed. "Well... You probably guessed that I'm a mafioso... And you're right." He put his hand up near his face and snapped, revealing a bright, yellow flame. "Sun flames... They're what I inherited from my family's genes."
He let it fade from his hand turned to Catherine. "But wow... That was a shocker. Such a pretty little lady like you, using storm flames. He went in closer and observed her a little more. "But... I'd say it adds to your charm a bit." He made a playful smile and went to the door. He had his hand on the handle, but didn't move from that spot. He started speaking with his face facing the door. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. But the real question is... He turned to Catherine at this point and made a normal face with a small smile. However, his eyes were conflicting between nervousness and anxiety. "Is my secret safe with you?"
WORDS! --- TAGS! Catherine NOTES! N/A [/style] | |
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Post by catherine west on Jun 20, 2012 7:48:36 GMT -5
She listened to him closely. So he was a member of a mafia family. That made sense. She was glad he wasn't a hitman as that could turn out quite bad. On top of that he used sun flames. A very interesting type of flame which she hoped she could one day tap into. She'd heard rumours of people who could use several flames and even combine them for newer stronger flames.
"Yes i'm a mafioso. Its the only reason i'm in this country, to strengthen my adopted families ties with the Maguro Famiglia." she replied offhandedly. She saw no reason to hide her allegiances. After all, now he knew she was mafia he could easily use his own contacts to find out which family she was from. Plus it was a good line to try and insight him to tell her what family he was a part of. "And don't worry your secret is safe with me Sunny and I know mine is safe with you." She conjured up flames of the storm on her hand raising it up, the red flames burning brightly then with a clenching of her hand they were gone. "Otherwise we might have a little...disagreement." Even without her flames Catherine was a tough fighter. Her fists had broken many faces over time, but not nearly as many as her legs.
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Post by Vico Adriano Tsukino on Jun 20, 2012 8:12:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Hey![/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]How you doin'?[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]
The doubt in his eyes disappeared and his small smile became a huge grin. "Gee thanks! And if you don't mind, call me Vico. I don't really like nicknames.." However as he was about to leave, he heard her threat. He smiled and opened the door. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I won't double-cross a beauty like you."
As he went back to the bar area, the place was still pretty lively. The two bartenders managed to keep up with the influx of customers as there were less coming in. He walked on over to the two and patted them on the back. "Nice work you guys. You can take five for now." The two looked back up at Vico and smiled. "Thanks Vico." "Alright, will do man." The two finished up what they were doing and quickly went back to the kitchen to help out with cooking.
Pretty soon, the customers that were still there from the beginning were starting to pick on Vico and Catherine. "Heh... So what'd you two do?" "Yeah, did you do something we think you did...?" "Vico, I didn't know you had it in you!" "Ahahaha! Atta boy!" Vico's face turned a very deep and dark red as he was about to pick up a glass. His face was steaming. "H-Hey! The hell's going on in your minds?! W-We didn't do anything like that!" The customers kept on joking about it due to their intoxication and laughed heartedly. Vico just kept on denying it all with little to no avail.
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Post by catherine west on Jun 20, 2012 8:38:36 GMT -5
Catherine said nothing more. She was slightly dissapointed he had not revealed his allegiance, but she could find that out through her own contacts. One of the others probably knew who he was or could find out. Catherine walked out in time to hear a few of the corny sexual references from the crowd and just shook her head. No matter how high class a place was you always got people like that. Heck, even at her families high society gatherings you got people like that, though they were generally more subtle about it.
She walked over and began to mix up drinks ignoring these comments a little better then before. Sexual comments didn't bother her too much. She was used to them. It was all the couple talk that had bugged her. However, it seemed to be bothering Vico.
"Even if we did do something like what you are all suggesting, which we didn't, it would be none of your buisness." she said holding up a glass to make sure it was clean. She looked one of the tougher looking men in the eye. "Or do you really think i'm that easy?" There was a mischevious glint in her eye this time. She would never be that easy nor would a session with her ever end that quickly. She had more pride then that.
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Post by Vico Adriano Tsukino on Jun 20, 2012 9:22:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Hey![/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]How you doin'?[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]
Vico slowly made drinks for the customers, who were still making sexual jokes. However, they started to stop and began looking at the time. Some went up and left, leaving a hefty tip in the tip jar while others still sat around drinking and eating. His blush began to fade as Catherine made a crude comment to one of the customers. Vico just gently elbowed her on the shoulder as a way to tell her to stop it and went back to serving up more drinks.
Pretty soon, one of the customers came up from a table and sat on a stool. He was slightly drunk, but had enough sense in him to walk straight. He brought along with him a huge sketchbook and a couple of pencils. "Heya Vico... I couldn't help but overhear... You sly dog, you... This gonna be your first girlfriend in a while?" Vico's blush returned to him, only this time it was very mild and slight. "H-Hey... Not you too..." The customer just laughed and opened up his sketchbook. "Hahahaha... It's alright, no need to hide your feelings. You two inspired me to draw something great. One moment please..."
Vico, while he was creating more drinks, nervously watched as the man began drawing something. He was fighting his curiosity with work and it seemed to be working out well. However, comments from the nearby customers began drawing his curiosity out more. "Ohh, nice..." "Hahaha, it's looking great so far!" "You're a real Picasso, aren't you?"
After a few minutes, the man who was drawing dusted off some eraser shavings on the floor and turned it to Vico. Vico involuntarily turned to the painting and his eyes bulged out and his cheeks turned a rosy red. It was a picture of Vico with his hair spiked up like it would be when he was out on missions. It only showed his top half of his body and he was wearing a white tuxedo. Next to him was Catherine with only the top half of her showing. She didn't look much different, but she was wearing a white dress; a dress a bride would usually wear. Both were together and looked happy and the background complemented the two extremely well. It was done in colored pencil, but it looked just like a painted portrait.
"T-T-T-That..." The customer laughed and tore out the picture carefully from his sketchbook. He laid it on the table and slid it towards him. "You two look great together. Keep it. Think of it as a "we're even" gift. Eh?" The man got off the stool and left the bar, happy and wasted. Vico slowly took the drawing and looked at it.
WORDS! --- TAGS! Catherine West NOTES! lol. 'Nuff said. [/style] | |
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Post by catherine west on Jun 20, 2012 10:06:01 GMT -5
Catherine glanced at the drawing just once and then without a word walked out to the back room. There was a very loud thud and then she came back no sign of a blush or anything. However, it would be noted that there was a very slight bruise on her forehead. Not 100% noticeable unless you were really looking, but still there. She considered the drawing. Her....married? She didn't see it happening or at least not anytime soon. It wasn't really her style. Still if she was to marry it would probably be another mafia member so she didn't have to hide that side of her life from her partner. Probably someone from another family in order to strengthen their ties. A marriage of oppurtunity. That would probably be the only wedding she'd have and simply because she wasn't the type to really 'love' someone. Or she didn't think she was.
"A good drawing." [she said offhandedly. It truly was an amazing drawing. Someone who could turn a coloured pencil drawing into such a high class bit of work deserved to be in galleries. "Arts not really my thing. Except for cooking of course."
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Post by Vico Adriano Tsukino on Jun 20, 2012 22:35:48 GMT -5
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Vico just stared at the drawing and blushed. He could imagine the whole thing right now. Him and Catherine, holding hands and looking at a beautiful sunset. He was about to imagine the two kissing until a dull thud occurred in the back. Vico snapped out of it and looked back. Catherine came back from the back and commented on the drawing. To Vico's surprise, she didn't look fazed at all.
As Vico was about to lay the picture onto the liquor display, he saw a slight bruise on Catherine's head. The lighting made it hard to see, but Vico could still see some discoloration. He walked over and pushed her hair up. "Ouch... I think you need some ice on that." Vico tore off a paper towel from a roll nearby and put some ice on it. He put the corners together and tied it all up to keep it sealed and put it over Catherine's injury. "Here, why don't you rest a bit?
He led her to the kitchen. The kitchen looked just like any other kitchen in a restaurant, only it had a closed wooden door at the opposite end of the entrance. Behind the door was an office, along with a kitchen that looked like it belonged to a house. Vico apologized to the same two bartenders that took his place and ordered them to take his place again. The two didn't mind and happily went to tend to the customers.
Vico guided her to the office and set her down on a sofa. It was empty, but was quite roomy. "Just relax here for a moment while I cook you something nice. Vico was about to get to the kitchen until he remembered something important. "Oh, I'm sorry... I almost forgot to tell you this... Since you told me what family you're from, I may as well tell you which one I'm from. I'm the sun guardian of the Fauna Family. But, like my flames, keep it a secret, 'kay?" Vico made a smile that'd make anyone smile back and went to cook.
WORDS! --- TAGS! Catherine NOTES! N/A [/style] | |
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Post by catherine west on Jun 22, 2012 4:15:25 GMT -5
So he had managed to notice her bruise. It was very slight so his eyesight must of been good. She wondered if he'd link the thud and the bruise because they were linked. Sometimes bashing your head against a wall could work wonders when curing embarrassment. Or at least it did for her. Catherine was quite calm as she held the ice on her face despite being alone with Vico once more. The rumours this would cause would be insane.
"Your secrets safe with me." she said with a nod. She had found out his allegience, which was a useful bit of info. Being friends or at least associates with a member of another family had its use. Perhaps they could help eachother out in combat. "So what are you cooking?"
She wanted to know incase it was very tasty then she could try to make it herself in the future. Afterall, she did want to be the chef ever. Kinda weird for a fighter, but it took all sorts to make a world.
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Post by Vico Adriano Tsukino on Jun 22, 2012 18:10:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]Hey![/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]How you doin'?[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]
Vico was washing his hands until Catherine asked what he was making. Vico turned off the water and dried his hands as he answered. "Ah, it really isn't much... It's kinda odd making it this late, but I'm making an omelet. My siblings love 'em and some of the workers here do too. It isn't on the menu though, so only a few have tried it." Vico opened a fridge chock-full of ingredients and laid them gently on a table nearby. He turned two knobs on the stove and two nice rings of blue fire came out.
He laid a pan on both sides and drizzled some oil on both. As the pans were heating up, Vico quickly grabbed half a dozen eggs and cracked them all in a bowl. He took out two yolks and stirred the rest up well. After sprinkling in some salt, he turned his attention to multiple vegetables and some ham. He took out a knife and quickly went to slicing and chopping all of them into cubes.
Vico put the chopped veggies and ham into one pan and started sautéing them. After about a few seconds of sautéing, he grabbed the bowl of mixed eggs and poured it in the other pan. He took a container of freshly grated parmesan and drizzled it all over the eggs. Soon after, he took the other pan of sautéed ingredients and put it right onto the egg. He folded it quickly, sealing it into that shape and turned off the gas on both sides of the stove. He took out a plate and laid the omelet onto it.
He grated some black pepper on it, as well as putting on another spice or two as well. He then took the plate and put it on a table in front of Catherine. "Phew... Well, here you go. My home-made omelet. Tell me how it tastes, alright?" He smiled and made his way to the kitchen to clean up.
WORDS! --- TAGS! Catherine NOTES! N/A [/style] | |
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Post by catherine west on Jun 23, 2012 6:46:37 GMT -5
So he was making an omelette. A simple dish, but with an almost infinite number of varieties based on slight changes to the mix, different ingredients and generally how you cooked it. She picked up the knife and fork and with grace and ease sliced off a small piece. In terms of looking good the omelette was perfect. She lifted the piece up to her nose and inhaled deeply. The smell was quite intoxicating and would entice most people to want to try a piece. However, the taste itself was far superior to both the looks and the smell. The texture was flawless and the taste was an explosion of flavours subtly mixed to create a truly delicious meal.
"Delicious Vico." she said simply with a smile after she had finished the first mouthful. Soon she had eaten it all and each bite had been truly tantalising. Every bite had left her wanting more. "You have an amazing skill."
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Post by Vico Adriano Tsukino on Jun 24, 2012 9:39:55 GMT -5
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Vico was washing the knife and all the pans while Catherine was eating. It seemed as though she was enjoying it. When she finished, she complemented Vico's skill. He blushed at Catherine's comment and scratched his head in embarrassment. "R-Really? Hahaha... Thanks. This is the first time I had someone else comment on my cooking in a while." As soon as he finished talking, he turned off the water and dried his hands.
He walked over to Catherine and picked up her plate and utensils. "Oh, if you don't mind, try not to touch anything in the office, especially the things on the owner's desk. You're free to move around and look though." He went back to the sink and began washing the plate and utensils.
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Post by catherine west on Jun 24, 2012 16:37:42 GMT -5
The man known as Vico had given her permission to look around. Yet he had placed on her observations certain restrictions. She was curious as to who this mysterious 'boss' was and why, apart from the obvious loss of a job, she should be bothered about annoying him. Of course, Catherine was not the type to intentionally cause trouble, particularly for herself, without good cause so unless something really caught her eye she would obey Vico's request. However, that did not mean she could not find out a lot more about this buisness. She was working there after all.
Catherine rose silently to her feet and began to walk around looking for anything of interest. It was a pretty standard kitchen and the office was also pretty standard. There was a safe in the corner which her fists itched to try and break with her sheer strength, but she resisted. She doubted she would of been able to cause much damage, but it was always fun testing one's destructive power. Or at least it was for her.
She stared at the safe for longer then most other things, but not much longer and soon she was walking about once more. There were plenty of papers, but none really caught her eye and she wasn't really the paper work type of girl. No for her it was all the practical side of things. Training through actual combat, training through actual cooking. Of course, she read recipe books, but to be the best you had to leave your own mark on the world. And that was what she aimed to be: The world's strongest and most skilled chef. A lofty dream, but with the storm flames by her side and her mafia connections allowing access to rare and exotic ingredients she felt it was possible for her to reach that goal.
After a while she grew bored of looking about and returned to her seat where she sat twirling her trademark green hat around her finger wondering what else would happen of interest tonight. SHe had gained a job, found a mafia member from another family and a friend, or at least it seemed that way. Even if he was just interested in her body, which she highly suspected.
"Hey Vico I might head off soon. When is my next shift?" she asked. It was good to know and she couldn't hang around forever. She was quite an independent person, even if she was loyal, but her mafia family might get worried if she didn't come back without telling them.
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Post by Vico Adriano Tsukino on Jun 24, 2012 17:18:43 GMT -5
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Vico finished washing rather quickly and turned off the water. He observed her while drying off his hands and noticed her eyeing the safe more than anything. He observed her body language and saw that her fists were twitching. Was she curious to see what's inside the safe? Or maybe she just wants to punch it to see what happens... Whatever the case, he sighed and put the towel he dried his hands with back where it was. "If you're wondering what's inside the chest, it contains the ingredients used to make the Sandvich and some other personal belonging that belonged to the founder. And if you're wondering if you can break it open with your hands, good luck. I made some 'minor' adjustments to it so that it's partially resistant to dying will flames. I'm pretty sure not even a rocket launcher can break it."
He started observing her some more as she was deep in thought. Her personality was interesting to say the least. Seems pretty nice, though she can work on her temper a little more. Her body was nice, but Vico wasn't THAT superficial to those who caught his eyes by means other than looks. Though, he did build up a good blush while he was staring at her a little. However, his thoughts broke up as soon as Catherine asked for when the next shift was. "A-Ah... Shift... Come by tomorrow night at around... Well any time from 9 to midnight. The real rush happens around then and it usually ends at around 2 or 3... Like around now." A clock hanging from the wall read 2:30 and Vico could hear the kitchen starting to clean up. "How about I guide you home? Can't have a pretty lady like you wandering around the streets this late." He walked to the door and opened it for her.
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Post by catherine west on Jun 25, 2012 5:13:42 GMT -5
What an odd, yet interesting, thing to keep in a safe. Secret ingredients for the famous meal, the 'sandvich'. Truly an oddity yet totally necessary at the same time. What surprised her more was that he had modified it to resist dying will flames. Was he expecting an attack from the mafia or something? Then again a hitman could perhaps frame him or something by stealing from the safe. Still, odd to be that paranoid about a secret dish. If it was a massive worldwide dish like KFC she'd understand, but for just a special meal of one bar...it was odd.
"Modifying the safe to be resistant must of taken some skill. You must be smarter then you look." she said with a wink. So her shifts could start at anytime between 9 and midnight and it was pretty much up to her when she came. That was possibly even odder then the safe. Giving a new employee almost free reign of when she turned up? That was almost unheard of. She wagged a finger at him as if saying no.
"I'd rather walk home alone." she said walking towards the door. As she opened it she decided to give him an explanation of why she'd turned down his offer. "I like the solitude of a nightime walk on the streets and as for trouble...anyone who makes trouble with me is gonna get ten times that in return. See ya boss man." With that she left heading for her homestead.
[EXIT THREAD]
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