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Filisalot · #1 (**permalink**) 08-20-2009

OOC: Les Poisson Rouge [OOC]

Shane sat at the kitchen table, his mother across the small circular table looked at him in his waiters outfit"Listen, Shane I know that your making alot of money, I need the money to pay the rent here, even though you give me the money for the month, its being raised against" She said to him.

Shane hated this part of living here, in the slums, and bad area of Chicago, no matter what, his pay check was going nowhere, but into his mothers hands first, then what ever quarters, or dollar bills were left, which was almost nearly none, he had to put away, for eventually getting out of the slums. Shane nodded to his mother"Yes mom, I'll be home later tonight, just don't bring no man into this house that I don't know again" He said to her sternly. Shane loved his mother, and despite not ever knowing his father, he had hated any man that tried to get into his mothers life, in a sexual way, or in a way to try and be his father figure.

Shane left the house, heading for the resturant he worked at, one of the best in the city. In Shanes opinion, this was the best french resturant, in the whole of the United States, beating all the expensive french resturants in New York City. Shane took another step, waiting at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to carry him into the city, a few blocks away from the resturant. This route, Shane had devised, to keep it secret from the other workers, and make it seem that he lived downtown, in one of the expensive sky-rises. As the bus pulled up, Shane stepped up, and into the bus, showing the man his pass, retreating to the back of the bus. About a half-hour later, the bus pulled up to the stop, where Shane stepped off of the bus, and fixed the uniform he wore, which could easily be mistaken for a tuxedo, if it wasn't for the name tag on his right chest, stating his name 'Shane Taylor'.

Before stepping into the resturant, Shane fixed his uniform once more, pulling the shirt down once more, fixing the tie. Stepping into the resturant, Shane made his way into the kitchen, where he signed in, and grabbed a waiter belt, and slipped it around his waist, tieing it together, securing it, grabbing a note pad, and pen before stepping out onto the main floor, and beginning his shift.

About four minutes later, Shane had returned into the kitchen, with two pages full of orders of hungry customers. Tearing the two pages off, he stuck them onto the counter, for the chefs to take, and complete the orders. The one table had ordered;
Two orders of Escargot
Filet Mignon
Salmon fillet
Frogs Legs.
Shane placed the orders on the counter, and returned to the main floor of the resturant, continueing his work.

Shouten · #2 (**permalink**) 08-20-2009

Tobi woke up that morning feeling paticularly grumpy which was a little out of the ordinary. He lived in an apartment near dowtown Chicago, he had saved up alot of money before and bought himself a nice little apartment, not a big one but one of reasonable size. Groaning, he got showered and dressed, munching his way through a donut as he made the walk to his dingy old motorbike he had gotten for his 16th birthday. It was kept in reasonable shape but Tobi knew it wouldn't last him more than a couple of weeks tops. He sighed, "Time to look at used ads..."

Putting the helmet over his short cropped hair, he placed a pair of goggles over his eyes and kick started the bike. The bike coughed a few times then sputtered to life with a low roar, Tobi revved up the aged motor and drove off in a cloud of dust before he was late.

Once he arrived at work, he pulled on his chef stuff and entered the kitchen, stretching out any stiff muscles. He headed over to his work station and made sure everything was set to his likening. He took out a few of the knives and began sharpening it so it would cut with ease.

ChrisShick · #3 (**permalink**) 08-20-2009

I woke this morning with a smile upon my face as the night still consumed the sky. It was four in the morning and things have to get done. I push the covers from my body and slid around to slide my feet into the slippers at my bedside. “Ahh,” the word pours from my mouth as I stood to stretch. My eyes fell upon the old body beneath me. Oh, how the years have worn the muscular figure I once had away. Yet, time gave me the wisdom I certainly did not have in my youth. I move my hand to scratch the back of my ass as I make my way to the bathroom.

I turn the shower knob and adjust to exactly where I put it every morning. I pull the curtain closed and slide my boxers off, lifting one leg and then the other. My sack jiggled as did my appendage as I stood straight up. My eyes still feel sleepy this time of day, but it is normal as is every day. I slid the curtain apart as the warm steam hit me in the face. “Ah, sweet relief,” the words fell from my mouth with utter pleasure. I step into the shower and the hot water hits me. My body reels back for a second then it embraces the hot sensation. I stood there for what seems like forever though I knew it is only a few minutes.

I finally begin to push the water through my hair, well what is left of it. I grab the shampoo off of the holder hanging from the shower head. I open it up and pour a quarter amounts into my left hand and closed it once. I lather the shampoo into my hair as the foam pours off my head. I close my eyes as I put my head once more under the flow of the water, massaging it through my hair and partially bald head. It is for a few minutes that I do this before taking the bar of soap off the holder. I begin to lather it up against my chest making sure to scrub decently hard, creating bubbles and foam. I do this to my chest, then to my arms. I wash my ball sack and then my appendage and move to my legs. My last parts I wash are my ass and back.

The fragrance of the soap fills my nose. It is the sweet smell of wildflowers and honey. I am finally wide awake as I shut off the flow of the water and pull the curtains apart. I lean out of the shower and grab a clean white towel from the high stack of them just outside of the shower entrance. I lean back in and undo the towel and dry myself off. I am finally done as I step out and throw the towel over the curtain rod to dry. I stare at myself in mirror before me. Life certain had its say so on my body. Though, I am confident about myself at the age of sixty five. I still have some of my hair. A good thickness to my body and I still hold a fitness to my muscles.

I am an owner of a very successful restaurant. There were no other restaurants in New York that could compare to the fine etiquettes and French Cuisine of the Les Poisson Rouge. A smile erupts across my face as I think about the finer things of my life. I walk out of the bathroom and approach the dresser. I pull open the top drawer and pull out a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of socks. I close it promptly and throw the two items onto the bed as I walk across the room toward the closet. I pull open the door and turn on the light as I walk into the walk-in closet. Suits of all kinds line the racks upon the wall. Hmm, what color to wear today? To my right on the top railing of the high shelf are a row of black suits. On the railing of the bottom shelf on my right are a row of white suits. Directly in-front-of I on the top railing are a row of gray suits and on the bottom railing are a row of navy suits.

Now, the two railings on my left are a series of random clothing for casual wear. I smile as pulled off a black suit and turned around. I shut off the light and close the door behind me as I walk into the bedroom. I approach the bed, gently lay the suit down, and began to get dressed. It only took me about ten to get dress and I am now standing in front of the mirror. I straighten the tie out and began brushing my teeth. Finally, I took the comb and brush what is left of my hair. I wink at myself as I set the brush down and walk out of the bathroom into the bedroom, then into the living room.

I live in a very expensive high rise apartment. It has everything my money can buy. A one bedroom, two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, library, and a foyer are all that I have to myself. I care for the luxuries in life and at my age I should be. The apartment is always kept tidy thanks to the French maid that cleans it every day. I did not do much here except to sleep and sometimes to lounge. Occasionally, I hold my luxurious parties here. I look down at the watch upon my wrist: 5:10. I smile as I exit my apartment, lock it, and make my way down the bottom floor by elevator. The young gentleman at the entrance to the apartments waves up my limousine and I thank him by tipping him with a twenty dollar bill.

It was a thirty minute ride before the limo arrived at my restaurant. I waited as the limo driver opens up my door and I smile as I speak to him, “How are you today, George?”

“I am fine Mr. Hickingbottom. I hope the ride was enjoyable,” George responds as he closes the door behind me.

“It was George. I will see you later tonight. If I decide to leave earlier I shall give you a call,” I return his nice response as a make my way up the entrance doors and pull out my keys.

I open up the doors as the alarm sounds. I walk up to it and disarm it with a code. At the sound of the last code the alarm gave a last beep and suddenly the lights popped on in every part of the large restaurant. Yes, I have invested a lot into my estate. It pleases me that I am doing so well. Though, most here that work for me would say I am quite hard to work for. I expect near perfectness every single time. I smile as my thoughts run through my head. Now, though, is not the time for thinking I have to get the store ready.

I walk over to a far door with a deranged window and unlock it. I enter and walk to the large desk that is on the far side. It is not a large office but a decent size, enough to do my work. I prefer the space within this building be mostly for the seating of customers. I sit at the desk and turn on the desktop computer that is positioned on the left side of the large desk. I wait patiently as it turns on and I click into the program that keeps my records and a count of my store in-stock supplies. I continue to work for hours doing things of all sorts of nature. It is not till around noon that I walk out of my office to view my customers and a young waiter that always does his job amazingly, just the way I like it.

forgetMe. · #4 (**permalink**) 08-20-2009

A tiny, rough tongue licked at Maielyn's face until she woke. "Mmm good morning, Nimli," the half-asleep 24 year old mumbled to her orange cat. She rose up in her soft double bed, the sheets of her bed tangled around her. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Maie glanced around for her alarm clock. When she could finally remember where it was located, she saw that it was exactly 5:43 am. Her alarm would be going off in two minutes.

"I don't know why I even bother to set the alarm," Maie told her pet. "You've been waking me up before it even goes off ever since I got you as a kitten." With a sleepy sigh, the brunette rolled out of her bed and switched off the alarm. She had the seven to two shift today. Somebody else called in sick, and she had to cover both the breakfast and the lunch rushes. Grumbling sarcastically about how much she was looking forward to the day of work, Maielyn began digging through the various articles of clothing scattered across her floor. It was obvious that she didn't find what she was looking for in her room, for she moved on to the laundry room. Only seconds later she emerged from the tiny room, which also served to store canned and jarred goods, with her work uniform, which she tossed onto her unmade bed.

After a fifteen minute shower and spending seven minutes brushing her teeth, Maie entered her bedroom to put on her clothing. When the comfortable black pants were buttoned and her white blouse was smoothed and tucked appropriately, the towel was discarded on the floor. She could wash it later.

Maielyn quickly styled her short hair and applied her makeup, and fed Nimli on her way out the door. "Be home by 2:30, love you, behave, no parties!" she called over her shoulder as she rushed out the door. According to her watch, it was 6:15 am. She still had plenty of time, but she wanted to show up early. Might as well, right?

On her way out the door of her apartment, Maielyn spotted the old man that lived just a few doors down the hall. He smiled and waved. "Good morning, Miss Capulet!" Maielyn returned the smile and wave just before she stepped into the elevator, the doors closing almost immediately afterwards. Three floors down, on the main floor, Maielyn sped out through the apartment building door.

She stopped at a small shop to get a cup of coffee on her way to her workplace, the prestigious restaurant Les Poisson Rouge. The brunette couldn't help smirking at the title. She wasn't fluent, but she still found the name funny. Not that she was going to say anything, of course. She liked the job she had, and didn't want to risk it.

Maie pranced through the elegant doors of Les Poisson Rouge at ten to seven. She could've been earlier, but for what? She clocked in, then spent the ten minutes before her official shift to organize the small stand she'd have to stand at for most of the day. The first customers that came in were a young couple. Maie quickly assessed the situation.

The woman, who looked in her mid-twenties, was a blonde-haired blue-eyed doll. She wasn't wearing a ring, but was wearing a slim, revealing black dress. Maie watched as her eyes scanned all the other faces in the restaurant, but avoided the man beside her. This man, who looked to be at least in his late forties, couldn't take his eyes off of the younger woman. He was talking away, she was ignoring him, he was trying to grab her hand, she was playing with her earrings. Maielyn almost felt bad for him.

"Bonjour. Welcome to Les Poissons Rouge. Will it only be the two of you this morning?" Maielyn greeted them with a smile.

"Mhm," the woman mumbled, glancing away. The man blushed, either from embarassment or from his worship of the girl.

Judging by the impression the woman made, she was more interested in admiring the 'view' than the man she was with, so Maielyn immediately didn't like her. She also felt pity towards the man. So she was going to give them a private booth. Make the woman uncomfortable. "Right over here," she directed, shooting a malicious smile at the woman, who just smirked back. Maie guided them to a booth in one of the corners that Mr. Hickingbottom had designed to be specifically for the more private customers. That's where the hostess left them to enjoy their breakfast.

It was pretty weird that a couple would come in to enjoy a French breakfast. It was seven in the morning. But then Maielyn remembered the gold and diamond encrusted watch the man wore on his left wrist. He was trying to impress his date.

Maie held back a laugh as she nodded a greeting to Shane, who was already hard at work waiting on people. She stepped back behind the counter perpendicular to the front doors.

ChrisShick · #5 (**permalink**) 08-20-2009

I smile as I stare out over the restaurant. Things seemed to go good this morning and lunch hour is definitely brought a few more customers in. It is after five o’clock that the restaurant received the majority of its customers. I view out over whom was working today and saw Maielyn escorting customers form the door to their seats. She is a very pretty girl and it is one the reasons she got her job. Oh, do not get me wrong I did not merely base her looks upon whether or not she would get the job. Her resume is quite astonishing and she works very hard. I could depend on her in any situation. One such example is that I had to call her in this morning to cover the lunch shift too.

I begin to walk around the store greeting customers and asking if they need anything. I have very strong beliefs that customers come first. Nothing is more important than the customer. I will fire any and every employee for any kind of disrespect to a customer. I will not tolerate such behavior and all the employees know that. I am very thankful that I have weeded out all the potential threats upon my staff. The ones I have now are amazing and they each do an excellent job. Each one holds up my high standards quite well, although sometimes docking pay is one thing that I have to do every now and then.

I finally reach the front of the door and smile as I stand beside Maielyn. There are no present customers before us as I speak to her, “Hello Ms. Capulet. How are you this afternoon? I am thankful that you are able to cover the lunch shift.”

Arcane Star · #6 (**permalink**) 08-23-2009

A loud, incessant beeping noise started off Ashley's day as it always does. The time was 9:00am and Ash hated to sleep in on days where he eventually must go to work. Today he would be covering the 12:00-22:00 shift, one of the longest and hardest shifts of the day. Luckily for Ashley, He quite enjoyed his job, aswell as the company.

Ashley was one of the few people living here to actually drive to work. His expensive black convertable was not just to be gaped at by passers-by. This way he didn't have to rely on public transport to get him to work. Getting out of bed he walked into his quite large kitchen to make himself some breakfast.

Ashley lived on the twelth floor of a luxourious block of apartments. Having given up his chance at taking over the family business he was living without the financial aid of his family. That didn't mean however that he had restricted access to his own nest-egg savings account which allowed him to put down the deposit for the apartment.

The toast popped out of the toaster and was placed on a plate. Ashley covered the toast in Jam, one of his many loves. He sat down on the couch in his living room and turned on the TV. Flicking on one of the news channels he noticed that there was a transport strike for most of the train services in the area.

Ashley only grinned as he took a bite out of his toast and thought about his magnificent car.

Filisalot · #7 (**permalink**) 08-23-2009

Shane entered the kitchen again, picking up the meals for the people who had ordered the dinner time meals, for breakfast. Stepping out of the kitchen, pushing the doors open with his back, he turned around, and walked to the table that had ordered their meals. As Shane got to the table, another waiter behind him, placed the stand down, where Shane placed their meals down, all but one. Walking with the meal, he placed it in front of a woman, and retreated to get two more of the meals, placing them in front of the two males at the table, retreating once more, Shane placed the last meal in front of the other female on the table, maybe they were roommates, or on a double date?

Shane turned his head slightly, as he noticed misses Capulet helping a date to their respected table, as she nodded to him, he nodded back, not in a hello, but in a manner that he thought mean for him to wait on the people. Rushing over, Shane greeted the people”Good morning, welcome to Les Poisson Rouge, may I interest you in any drinks, while you look over our breakfast menu?” He asked them

The two nodded, and the woman spoke for the two of them, maybe she was the male figure in the relationship, or maybe the male was shy around other people. “Yes, may we please both have orange juice” She said to Shane, which resulted in Shane jotting down a few notes into the note pad he had.

Shane turned around, and nodded a friendly hello to Miss Capulet, he always wondered if she was from Romeo and Juliet's bloodline, with the last name coming from the book. Shane made his way into the kitchen again, tearing off the small piece of paper, placing the two orders of Orange Juice, which he received immediately , and returned to the couples table, placing them on the table. “Do you two need another minute or two to look over the menu?” He asked, which received a nod from the female”Alright, I'll be back in four minutes” He said to the woman, as Shane returned to waitering on the spots he was assigned.

forgetMe. · #8 (**permalink**) 08-26-2009

Maielyn was replacing a few of the menus at her counter that had been ripped or worn out when an older, male voice made her look up from her work. She flashed a friendly grin when she saw who it was. "Good afternoon, sir. And I really don't mind taking the lunch shift. It's no problem, really," Maie assured him, returning to her errand of removing 'unsuitable' menus. When she was sure that all the torn menus were out, she tossed them out and placed new ones on the shelf at the side of the counter. It was easy to access so that the waiters and waitresses could grab a few as they passed by.

Shane's job took him on a route that passed by the front entrance, and on his way by he nodded a hello to Maie. She smiled at him in return, then busied herself by wiping down the counter with a rag. Although her apartment was almost always a disaster, Maielyn hated when her little area at work wasn't clean.

A few more customers came in, mostly in groups, but all of them had lots of money to flash at Maielyn. One of her favourite parts of her job was that almost all of the customers at Les Poissons Rouge thought they had to bribe her to get preferred tables. One of the more confident people in the group would flash her a fifty, and drop a hint that they were looking for privacy, or a window, or something like that. Maie would hold back a laugh and accept the money, then lead them to whatever table they wanted.

Of course, she could be honest about it and refuse the money, but what fun would that be? They had lots of money to begin with and certainly wouldn't miss it. Plus, it contributed greatly to her paycheque. It also gave her a bit of a kick. At eleven in the morning Maie was able to take a quick break for food. It was only ten minutes, but she didn't need much more than that. She spent the ten minutes outside, eating buttered toast and a cup of coffee, keeping a close eye on whether customers came in while she was on break. Luckily, nobody needed the help of a hostess while she was eating, so she finished her brunch in peace before going back inside to work again.

Shouten · #9 (**permalink**) 08-26-2009

Tobi walked over to the freezer and picked out whatever ingredients he would need for the next couple of orders. He cut some of the herbs up into fine pieces and put in a couple pieces of garlic into the already sizzling pan. Then he picked up the salmon he had taken out earlier and began cutting it, quickly and effiecintly. It took him only a matter of minutes to turn mere ingredients into a well cooked meal. "Order up!" He grinned and pressed the little bell a couple times and left the steaming plate on the little counter for Shane the waiter to pick up. Still grinning and humming a little tune he had heard on the radio a couple days ago, Tobi returned to cooking.

Filisalot · #10 (**permalink**) 08-29-2009

Shane heard a ting on a bell distant from him, coming from the kitchen, the order for the one table had been made, after this, he would e on his break, just to have a quick breakfast, if the resturant would give him one, which he doubted. Shane made his way back to the kitchen, taking the orders for the table he was waiting on, and exiting the kitchen, the two plates in his two hands. Shane made his way over to the table, where two people were waiting, placing the two meals down on the table, he nodded to them"Enjoy your meals, let me know if theres a problem" He said to them, taking a step away from them, the manbeckoined him back over, and pointed to his meal.
"I'm sorry sir, but my steak isn't how I wanted it, I wanted it rare, not medium well" He said, handing his plate back to a now irritated Shane.

Shane cursed to himself, returning the steak, that would definately be thrown, and taken out of his cheque, but it was also now cutting into his break. Shane put the tale down, and said"The guy sent this back, he wants it rare, not medium well" He said, waiting for the new steak to be made, and replaced, he returned out of the kitchen, and gave it to the man, who thanked him, before Shane left, to go out into the back of the resturant, and chill out there, for ten minutes, before returning to work for the rest of his shift, and then return to go back to the projects where he lived.

Personally, Shane hated where he lived, once he had the chance, e would move out of there, he was born into a awful area, run down from gang violence, drug dealing, and prostitution, it was the worst area of Chicago, and look who it spat out, a waiter, earning a honest living, at one of the best resturants in the city, but noone in the resturant knew of his secret life, all they knew was that he walked from an apartment he supposedly owned downtown, in one of the fancy apartments there.

Shane stepped out back, and made his way aound the resturant, and out aroiund front, where a fmiliar face was returning to her shift, after finishing her breakfast, something Shane missed out on today, but didn't show it. Shane smiled weakly to her as she entered"Hey Maielyn" He said to her kindly, leaning against the wall of the resturant.

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