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Finals! Finals? Finals... *drools*
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Dippling crepression? Posteo-orosis?
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8 yrs ago
The definition of insanity? Finals.
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8 yrs ago
When your crush takes months to get over their own, but they only give you three days to go back to the friend zone. MLK Jr. help me.
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@BeastofDestiny

"Sabine," she replied, before swiping through her phone a bit more. For a few moments, it seemed as though she had lost all interest in Kyle, but before he could turn back with a worse feeling in his gut, she showed something on her screen :

"I bet you're in a hurry to get in. I know I'd be if a bunch of things were going on...so...how about it?"

Two QR codes sat next to each other, shining on their own as if there was not a care in the world that were going to be scanned either very, very soon...or never, depending on the young man who stood in front of her.

"And besides...it's can't be validated unless I go with a male, for the sake of gender-balance and safety. I mean, if you don't want to hang out while we're in the club, that's totally your thing, too. Just treat this as an offer two strangers are taking advantage of. That, and...well, you'd owe me one. I don't mind having a few favors here and there."

Oh, so they were VIP tickets, huh? Registering as a what...a pairing? Kinda risky, and the way she even got those was quite dubious, but then again, she did say that the pairing part was optional, as soon as the two lost themselves in the crowd. That, and if he did get VIP access, there would be plenty of reasons as to why he'd be hanging with the DJ.

Thankfully, Sabine wasn't too pushy for anything more than a few favors. Good for Kyle, bad for Sabine. Not that she knew about anything.

Shit, was that too pushy?
Sabine, you're being a little too nonchalant about everything!

Shit, what if he has a date inside?!

Or what if the date's not coming?

...wait a second, you did say...
...ooooooooh, right. GDI Sabine, you left him an out! Stupid stupid stupid...
@BeastofDestiny

Sabine would've never thought herself as a club-goer again. She had, largely during the past eight years, seen just about every scene there was to see in seaside hometown (which was, in fact, a city).

The hypnotic beats; the strobes and sweeps of lasers; the hot, sultry pants of other clubbers and their collective heat...that in itself was an exhilarating experience, given some moderation. A weekend party, or perhaps a holiday celebration with a group of closely-knit friends made for safe partying. Someone always watched the other, for one reason or another.

As if she'd ever done that.

She was dumber, then. Now? Well, she heard that Shine City was pretty safe overall. Safe enough from what, one might ask?

The brunette sniffled as she swiped her index finger through her cellphone, calculating budgets and cutting expenses for what might've been a very exciting night, or not. That depended on the DJ and the people.

Right then and there, someone popped up the question :

"Sorry, do you know what time it is?"

To which the answer was a very sarcastic :

"Time for you to get a watch, asshole."

...ouch.

Well, she did have to factor in time too. Whoever popped the question was just unlucky to not have phone or watch, a habit she only killed just recently.

And what a "whoever" was he. Tall, slim, but certainly not too gaunt...not bad at all...

On her tippy-toes, Sabine leaned forward and raised her hand...

...poked the guy on his shoulder...

...don't fall...don't...nopenopenopenope......

Sabine didn't even realize she had squeezed her eyes shut, so it was much to her surprise that once she opened them again, her nose had barely missed the man's back. Quickly, she corrected her stance and glanced at her phone again.

Crisis averted.

"Excuse me? It's...21:19...or 9:19 PM...I think. Yeah...it should be...
@BeastofDestiny @Narcotic Dollie

Mind if Sabine makes a quick brush-by?
Post frequency might take a nosedive soon. Holiday's beating my ass too hard to think of a way to get Sabine into this ship-fest without breaking her character design, so I'll wait until we get a time-skip to night in-character.
Sabine's making her way to Tiny Snowflake. If anyone would like to approach her along the way...
I've got a character in mind; just need to tweak him a bit...
10:50 AM


Coming out the kitchen door with two massive cookie sheets of pastries, Sabine was met with stares as she paced her way around Rosanna. With the footwork of a dancer, she gently tapped her butt against the barista's as she swirled around the darker girl; she didn't wait to stop for her superior, mainly because she still had to line up two more racks.

It seemed, though, that the Breakfast Club was gone. Baking could be taken on a backburner then, but as Rosanna took a few more orders, Sabine's head clicked.

Shift ends in...5 seconds?

Right then and there, a rather strong set of vibrations rumbled in Sabine's pants. With an annoyed spank, the phone was shut off, signaling the end of her shift.

"Alright Rosanna, I'll be seeing you! Thanks for keeping up with the customers today!"

With a soft chime, Sabine had stripped off her apron and was weaving her way through the crowd. Here, there was an instance where her rave-heavy past worked wonders for urban life. Just like that, she had gone from a sweaty weightlifter to a girl of diminutive stature. Small enough to be student, if she had a uniform and ID.

Only if. With another smooth twirl, she bypassed Yutaro @Takashi and Ryoki @Delta44 with a soft "excuse me" to the outdoors of the Shining City. She'd have to get used to the commute by foot, but since the job came with free food from Tiny snowflake...

...well, there's her reason. Free food and good pay. What more could she ask for?

What, the people in the streets?
10:32 AM


*WHOOMPF*

"Whew!"

Sabine, although noon had not quite yet come, was already aching from the morning's labor. In front of her sat four columns of coffee bean bags, all lined up against the wall in stacks of seven. In total, it took her the better part of an hour to haul the ~2000 kilos' worth of beans. With the next season's worth of coffee handled, Sabine sighed and pinched the collar of her t-shirt before flapping against her collarbone, and then tilted her head out the doorway.

Oh my.

Sabine always knew the Shining City was relatively crowded, though by no extent the most crowded. Still, it seemed inexcusable that a coffee house designed for lounging was chock-full of people of all kinds. College students, bachelorettes, retirees (as if Japan couldn't run out of those), even mothers and children were all waiting in line.

Truth be told, Sabine hadn't even thought of trying anything out from here. Sure, she wasn't one not to go for a black roast on occasion, but this...this was just a tad bit ridiculous.

For now, though, Sabine had to make the next batch for the customers that came around night. So, she quietly went from behind the desk from the storage room to the kitchen, all the while panning her eyes of over the customers in the brief moment she was tying her apron. She had to admit - they all looked pretty nice. Unlike her glimpse in Tokyo, where weird was just about the norm, Shine City seemed quite...up-scaled, even if the businesses here couldn't make an expansion for the life of them.

For many in Mochavine, Sabine was just a brief distraction. Whether or not the males (or females) would bother to remember would be up to them.

Sabine wouldn't come out of the kitchen until 11:00 AM, at least. Hopefully, by then the place would be less crowded. A talk with one of the people would get her started with this city and all it has to offer.




*Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam...*

Using the heel of her palm, Sabine kneaded a smidge of dough that was divided from the rest of the massive block. People had a penchant for puffed pastry, so it stood to reason that the seemingly excessive amounts would go quick in a flash. Maybe a dozen croissants were loaded with sprinklings of coffee grind, and another batch a dash of mocha. Strawberries were sliced up evenly and routinely; the majority were garnished for the center of a tart before every, and literally just about everything would be blanketed (lightly) in confectioner's sugar.

Diabetes might as well be on its way for those who would buy more than a few of the pastries made that day.
@Dynamo Frokane

No, I mean it. I thought up this little family for a completely different universe, one that has nothing to do with yours.

Just figured that I could redesign Alphonse a little to fit a world where three kids weren't an option. XD
@Dynamo Frokane

Who said the D'Aramitz family was made just for your RP? XD
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