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 Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 12:58 pm
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Integra Lionheart
.x Mood: Happy x. .x Location: Taste of Italy x. .x Company: No one x. .x Cash: $950 x.
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Baked alaska. Integra put it together with a gleam in her eye. Ice Cream on top of a cake, frosted and set aflame. With a careful hand, she decorated the outside with white and silver icing. Her piping was superb, creating delicate italian decorations. It was so gorgeous and so delicious, there was no way she could not present it herself. Integra moved the cake onto a cart and wheeled it out into the main dining room. All eyes were on her, but they didn’t feel so malicious. Her ears twitched, but the hushed whispers she heard was not about her body, they were about the cake. Apparently, rumors of the skilled baker at the taste of italy had already begun to spread. A smile was on her face. She still felt shy, but more excited then anything. “B...baked Alaska.” She stuttered, announcing it to the dining room. As she spoke, she took the lighter and set it ablaze. The entire dining room set of in applause, as the beautiful flames came from the cake. Perhaps she could live among people after all, without them hurting her.
When Integra was done serving the cake and cleaning up, she wheeled the cart back inside and wiped the sweat from her brow. It had been a good day, if not a boring one. She hung her chief hat and apron up and started to head out. Her shift was over, and she managed to leave everyone with a good feeling. It was not time to overstay her welcome.
As she stepped outside, she noticed it was getting late. She could just go home and play with her puppy, or she could stay out a little longer. Perhaps the beach. Or the shops. She only had a little longer to make the day count, so she’ll have to make a quick decision. In the end, she just decided to walk forward and see where her hooves brought her.
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Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 9:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 9:02 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 8:14 pm
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>>>>> Ϩɑɦɑɾ Dȋη <<<<<
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Luck seemed to be on his side today, or perhaps his theory about uptown Soleil being the only place he could get to without getting lost was correct, either way Sahar had managed to make it to the restaurant with no issues. Humming lightly, he entered the kitchen through the back door, for once hesitant as he wasn't quite sure what to do. He had worked before, but it had been at his father's store so he didn't have any experience starting a new job. Thankfully, another waiter tasked with showing him around approached him. He was given a uniform and allowed to change before being showed around. His job seemed simple enough; he would take and deliver orders to costumers and when not doing that he was to make sure the restaurant was clean.
Well, there were quite a few other little details that the man went over, but that was basically it. He would also have to refrain from floating while working, the man had pointed out, as it might lead to accidents. Seeing as there were no customers at the moment, the other waiter left Sahar to familiarize himself with the menu before leaving to finish opening the restaurant. The dark skinned man was proud to say that he did as he was told, for a few minutes at least, until a familiar figure caught his attention. It was Integra, the cute baker he had briefly met his first day on the island. He knew they would be working together, but he didn't expect to see her so soon!
"Good morning!" He greeted her with a friendly smile as he approached her station, his expression slipping into a worried frown as he noticed something seemed amiss. "Are you alright? Your eyes are wet." He pointed out, leaning closer to get a better look at her expression. Her eyes were a bit red too, had she been crying?
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>>>>> I have: $858.75 // I love: no one // I am: Excited <<<<<
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 8:40 pm
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Integra Lionheart
.x Mood: Devistated x. .x Location: Taste of Italy x. .x Company: Sahar x. .x Cash: $950 x.
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Integra’s ears perked up. Someone was approaching. Someone who knew her name. There were very few people on the island who knew that. Her face turned with a happy smile at Sahar, only slightly disappointed that he wasn’t Tsuki. For a moment, she wondered where Tsuki was, or if she would ever see her again. “Sahar!” She exclaimed. Integra was happy to see him, and know another familiar face would be around. She just hoped with all her might that she wouldn’t make a fool of herself like last time. Instead of scolding her, he seemed to notice her tears. He seemed to want to comfort her. “It’s good to see you!” She smiled brightly. “No, no… it’s just… onions! They are preparing onions for dinner, and the smell came over here. You know how inconsiderate cooks are..” Her heart dropped a little a the lie. But a sad smile remained. She was genuinely glad to see him, and she wanted to latch to him and never let go. But hugging him now would probably be weird.
Her lip quivered. She couldn’t hold it in. She had tried her very best and failed. “I’ve always wanted to see the ocean! But the people who did my horse shoes.. They weren’t very nice.” That part had anger and pain in her voice. She didn’t think she had to say much else about it. “I sink every time I step on the sand. I’ll never get to feel the water.” She cried openly, unable to hold it in as she blurted out the truth to him.
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Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 7:46 pm
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xxxx ♫ Solaris Windstorm ♫ xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Violinistxxxx
”My song can be a hymn accompanying your victory, or an elegy chronicling your demise… ”
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Solaris had touched down near the entrance of Taste of Italy. Though it was her first time going to that place, she knew that the food there would sound delicious, and the workers there were cordial, ready to entertain the guests. After all, her stomach needed its fill as soon as possible.
However, when she opened the door, she felt that she had arrived at the wrong time, because she saw two people there. The silver-haired, brown-skinned waiter was consoling the female baker with horse hooves as her feet. She wondered if the blonde was the one galloping near Ringo's house, but the inquiry would have to wait. She spoke in a soft voice, smiling sheepishly, hoping to lighten up the mood.
"Ah, excuse me. Good morning. I would like to have something to eat, but I guess I interrupted the serious discussion here and I would have to wait."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:16 pm
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>>>>> Ϩɑɦɑɾ Dȋη <<<<<
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Hearing Integra call out to him brightened Sahar's mood; he hadn't thought she would remember him, especially since it had been a few days since they last met. It was too bad that the mood didn't stay light as he pointed out her red eyes. Even though she still seemed upset she did try to put on a brave face for a bit, coming up with an excuse as well. "Onions...?" He repeated, not buying her story. It was too early to prepare for dinner he thought, and he didn't smell any onions being prepared...
Integra only kept up the act for a while longer before the truth came out. He hesitated for a moment, not really sure where to touch, before patting her back comfortingly. It must have been a big disappointment to come to the beach only to realize she wouldn't enjoy it. "I see, I am sorry to hear that. However, there must be someone here that knows how to replace horseshoes. I am sure you will find someone, I will even help you look if you want!" He offered with a bright smile.
He had only been to the beach once so far, but it was a nice experience. This seemed like something important to his coworker too so he wanted to help her however he could. As he was still comforting the blond the door opened with a ring and a young woman walked in. She seemed to pick up on the mood quickly, which would have been good, if they weren't currently at work. "Oh, good morning! There is no need to worry, I will be with you in a moment." He reassured her with a small smile before turning back to Integra.
"Sorry, we can talk more later. Try to keep your chin up, okay?" With that, he grabbed his notepad and a menu then headed over to their customer. "Right this way, please." He led her to a table and sat the menu in front of her before continuing to speak. "My name is Sahar and I will be your waiter this morning. Is there anything you would like to drink?"
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>>>>> I have: $858.75 // I love: no one // I am: Calm, a bit worried <<<<<
[[Ooc: Sorry for the wait, today's been pretty busy ^ ^;; ]]
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:38 pm
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Integra Lionheart
.x Mood: Devistated x. .x Location: Taste of Italy x. .x Company: Sahar, Solaris x. .x Cash: $950 x.
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Sahar patted her back. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him off the ground, squeezing and hugging him until she was all cried out, but that would be incredibly inappropriate. She nodded when he said he would help her find someone to help. It was amazing how she had met so many people, and yet still felt so alone. She was still openly crying when a customer came in. Sahar left her, and she hated to see him go, even if he was only doing his job.
She ducked under the baking station to hide, folding her legs under her, and continued to cry as she cut strawberries into a bowl. It was like a flood gate. Now that it was open, she couldn’t stop crying. Sahar was always so nice to her, but it felt a little like pity. She wonder if he was just being nice, and if she was really annoying to him. She cut the strawberries one by one and started to hiccup, focusing on the task to stop her crying.
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Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 8:42 pm
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xxxx ♫ Solaris Windstorm ♫ xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Violinistxxxx
”My song can be a hymn accompanying your victory, or an elegy chronicling your demise… ”
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Indeed, the violinist was feeling a bit uneasy with the mood of the poor baker, but she was convinced by the waiter's bright smile as she was escorted to the vacant table. She sat down, glad that the cushion was comfy, and accepted the menu. At Sahar's greeting, she smiled back at him. She was starting to like that guy, but she would have to dig deeper to know more about him.
"Nice meeting you, Sahar. My name's Solaris, and I'm just one of the newcomers here in Soleil." She then looked at the menu before inquiring about the important issue. "Your friend must be upset. What happened to her? Something must have dampened her mood."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:37 pm
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>>>>> Ϩɑɦɑɾ Dȋη <<<<<
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Sahar felt bad about leaving Integra on her own when she was so upset, but he couldn't afford to lose his job on the first day. Once there weren't any customers he would visit her again and try to comfort her some more. She was such a sweet girl, it hurt to see her so upset. Even while talking to Solaris it was hard to completely forget that she was back in the kitchen crying....
"It is nice to meet you too! I hope you are enjoying the town so far; it is a wonderful place." Soleil was full of interesting people and the different areas were all beautiful in their own right: it really was a tropical paradise. When the topic was turned back to his coworker, Sahar stole a worried glance towards the kitchen. "Oh, that...Well, as you can see, she is a centaur. It turns out her horseshoes are not made for walking on sand so she can not go to the beach to enjoy the ocean, which she was looking forward to doing. It has upset her quite a lot..." He explained in a quiet voice, not wanting to risk Integra overhearing their conversation and becoming more upset. "I am going to try and help her find someone who can give her new horseshoes, or at least remove her current ones. The beach here is very beautiful after all, everyone should get a chance to enjoy it."
Once he finished explaining, he gave her a small smile and nodded towards the menu. "So, do you know what you might like to drink?"
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>>>>> I have: $858.75 // I love: no one // I am: Calm, a bit worried <<<<<
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2016 10:07 pm
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Integra Lionheart
.x Mood: Cheering up x. .x Location: Taste of Italy x. .x Company: Sahar, Solaris x. .x Cash: $950 x.
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Integra, in the back, had created an entire soccer stadium at of various fruits. She was placing the players carefully on the field, and having a jolly time playing ball. As she moved the ball from goal to goal, she laughed and her tears eventually fell away.“Goooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaallllllll” She yelled really loudly from the back, as a piece of mango she hit made it into one of the mini goals at the ends off her soccer field. Then, filled with embarrassment as everyone looked at her, she hide under the baking station again.
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Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:40 pm
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>>>>> Ϩɑɦɑɾ Dȋη <<<<<
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What a sweet woman, it was nice to see someone else worried about Integra as well. Though, she didn't know where they could go to get her horseshoes fixed either. "That is kind of you to say. I am sure there must be someone here that will be able to help her, it just might take a while to find them." Oh dear, it seemed he had brought Solaris's mood down as well. That wasn't good at all, he was supposed to keep customers in high spirits!
He racked his brain for a better way to change the subject but it seemed there was no need; a moment later a cheer could be heard from the kitchen. It was, unmistakably, Integra. "Besides, it seems like she is feeling better already." He pointed out with a laugh. He didn't know what the centaur was doing, but it was nice to hear she was no longer crying!
"Alright then, I will be back in a moment with your water." He jotted down her choice and gave Solaris a polite smile before heading back to the kitchen. As he passed Integra he poked her side lightly. "Having fun down there?" Sahar teased as he prepared a glass of water. He took a bit longer than necessary, wanting to give their guest some time to look over the menu before heading back out.
"So, has anything on the menu caught your interest?" He asked as he set the glass in front of Solaris. He had never been a waiter before, but so far it was pretty nice!
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>>>>> I have: $858.75 // I love: no one // I am: Happy <<<<<
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:55 pm
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xxxx ♫ Solaris Windstorm ♫ xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Violinistxxxx
”My song can be a hymn accompanying your victory, or an elegy chronicling your demise… ”
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The raven-haired giggled when she heard the cheerful noises from the centaur. "Well, I'm glad to hear that she's working fine. Though my music can be good also." She simply nodded, smile returning, when Sahar departed to fetch her the glass of water. Her eyes cast down onto the menu, hoping for something to fill her up.
By the time the waiter came back with the glass, she replied with her choice of food. "I'll just have the salad together with the soup. By the way, now that you mentioned quirky creatures existing, like your friend, I'm now curious about your race. I'm a fallen angel you, see, though I'm affiliated with music that reaches beyond the normal limits." She then laughed sheepishly. "Ok, I know that it's weird, but that trait runs in my family."
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