Adair Genevieve Winters
Onyx Vampire
Co-Owner ? The Hole in the Wall
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
I'm never changing who I am
Posts: 21
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Feb 13, 2013 20:06:04 GMT -5
It was a fairly quiet day. Which could possibly be because it had faintly started to snow outside, but Adair, commonly called Day by just about everyone who knew her, had barely noticed. She was like that. Her attention focused usually on one thing if anything at all, or in the thoughts in her head. She wasn’t dim, or any less bright than anyone else though and she often took offense to people suggesting something like that. She just found that she often got lost in her head more often than most people did. And there was nothing wrong with that.
It was her day to mind the Hole in the Wall, not that her and Vita didn’t often do it together but from time to time they switched off to give the other a day off. And she didn’t mind that. Usually when the two worked together, Day would just hole herself up in the back, baking to her heart’s content or minding over the cooks who took care of the actual food that went out, aside from her sweets which she was solely in charge of. But when she was on her own, she stayed up front, minding the counter and making sure everyone was happy.
Oh, she still often disappeared into the back. She had to still bake after all or where would the sweets come from? Not that there weren’t other bakers on site but don’t mention that to her, she liked to think without her the sweets just wouldn’t happen, it made her happy and most people left her to it. She was half the boss after all, it was best ot let her thing what she wanted. Not that she’d ever fire someone. She didn’t have it in her to do something like that.
But at that very moment, Day was standing behind the counter. She had a faint bit of white in her hair thanks to the flour that she hadn’t noticed had gotten caught up in her soft brown hair that was currently woven up into a loose bun. And it also sprinkled about her jeans and her tee shirt, most managing to get caught on her apron like a normal person but it obviously hadn’t decided to stay where it should, making her look a bit disheveled but most people that came in here often were used to it, she often looked that way.
Day gazed out over the amount of people that sat before her, dotting the mismatched Hole in the Wall. Day had always liked how it all seemed more cozy than any other café that she had set foot into. Instead of hard and matching chairs, soft armchairs or booths lined the dining part of the café, with mismatched tables that invoked the feeling of being home rather than out at some silly place. She also had decided to light the whole place with twinkle lights earlier that week and being that no one—read her Vita, being that she was the only one who could— had stopped her or demanded she take it down, they were still there.
It had a nice glow to it, also being lit by a few of the overhead lights to keep it from being dark, as the snow gusted outside the large windows that took up the front wall. It was welcoming despite the cold outside ad that was what she wanted. She adored this place, it was her dream. Her and Vita’s. She loved that she owned a place with her best friend, it just made it seem all the more perfect.
There were only two or three tables taken up, which wasn’t too surprising given the time, and she was careful to mind each. She wanted to make sure everyone was happy before she decided whether or not she was once again disappearing to go and back something once more, leaving the front of the house to one of the other servers who was working with her here today. So she figured there was only really one way to go about doing that. She fiddled absently with the bracelets that lined one of her wrists before she ducked out from behind the counter.
She checked on the first table, and they were perfectly fine, totally happy with their food. The second wanted a refill on their hot water. She was quick to motion the server over so that she could bring them more, keep everyone happy because that was what she always tried to do here. And that just left her with the last table here. She dusted off her shirt, managing to get a good amount of the flour off in that little dusting, and headed that way.
She paused when she could see the table. Why? Because he seemed a tad familiar but not in the usual way. She was pretty sure either he hadn’t been in here when she was working, or she had been distracted. But Day was fairly certain she’d seen him before. No matter. She smiled when she went over, always smiling this one. ”How is everything?” she asked, quietly. She wasn’t trying to disturb him, he looked like he had plenty of thing to do over here. It looked like papers. Grading papers. Oh, so maybe that was where she knew him from? Probably not though, he didn’t look much older than her! All the same, she smiled politely, as this internal question went on in her head.
Words: 916
Muse: Good
Comments: First post with herrrrr lol
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Griffin Black
Azure Vampire
History Professor / Bartender
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 7
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Post by Griffin Black on Mar 11, 2013 21:36:32 GMT -5
Griffin was sitting in his bedroom, he had a gigantic folder of papers sitting down in front of him on his bed. He was supposed to be grading them. Key word is supposed to be. He just kind of kept looking at them and that was about as far as it kept going. He sighed a little bit. He knew that he was going to have to grade them, in fact, he had been putting it off for days now. He today and tomorrow to grade papers for all of his classes. The thing was, as much as he truly loved his job...grading papers could become entirely cumbersome on the mind. Some of the papers were truly remarkable, it was not as if the students in his classes were dumb or anything. It was just reading paper after paper after paper. At some point the words started to blur together and the facts that he already knew by heart that certain people just spat back out at him made him want to leap out the window rather than read a single one. It was a little terrible, at least he thought so, but the facts remained the same.
He sighed a ran a hand through his hair. Perhaps he needed a change in scenery. Yeah that was it. He could go somewhere else and try and grade them, perhaps it would give him the inspiration(and the patience) to read them all. He stood and buttoned up his dress pants, if he was in his room alone, he sat down with his pants unbuttoned and he felt no shame in that fact. He took of his tie that he wore to the lectures some times and put on a black pea coat and buttoned it up as far as it would button. His green eyes looked down at all the papers on his bed and stuffed them into his brief case as delicately as he possibly could. Students didn't tend to be too fond of getting their papers back in crumpled condition. He smirked a little bit, sometimes that was a bit of a hassle, especially if he was eating as he was grading which he so often did. He closed the brief case and left the room and walked out of the building into the air, taking a big deep full breath of it.
It hit his lungs and he welcomed it. It was freeing, he didn't like sitting in his room all day. This was probably why he didn't like grading papers so much, he had to sit in his room because really there was no other place that was quiet enough for him to go. Luckily he had something in mind. The Hole in the Wall, it really lived up to it's name. Sometimes he went there when he needed some place to quietly think, but he had never gone there to grade papers before. He smirked a little bit. It seemed like a good idea to him to give it a shot. It was a nice cozy little place and he did not think that he would end up running into any distractions while he was there. Perhaps the kids would get their grades on time after all. When he had still been a student, it had never bothered him whether or not he was going to get a good grade on something or not for the simple matter that he always did.
He liked to attribute that to the fact that he was smart. Before he had been marked, he had anyway. Now he was not so sure, since his affinity was for memory. He could never forget anything. You know how you forgive and forget? It was harder for him because no matter how many times people told him to forgive for certain things, it was so hard because he could never ever forget. It was a gift and a curse all at the same time. He didn't have many complaints about it though, at least he tried not to anyway.
Griffin walked further down the streets into town , more excited to get to The Hole in the Wall with each step. The geeky side of him really wanted to relax and grade those papers. Griffin thought of himself as a complex individual and part of that was because there were some days when he was happy to be wrapped up in a book about some foreign countries history, and other days he wanted to be out dancing and pouring drinks at his night job. He was day and night. He liked to think of himself that way anyway.
He saw the Hole in the Wall and smiled a little bit as he got up to the entrance. He walked in and then waited to be seated. It didn't take very long and as soon as he had got into the building he had felt at east, calmer. It was a great little place for this, he was wondering why he hadn't thought of coming here before, then he dismissed he would definitely know to come there now.
He was seated fairly quickly and he ordered chocolate chip cookies and coffee for himself to eat. He took out of the papers and began to read it. It was a boring one, but he seemed to be pressing through it okay. It happened sometimes. He looked out the window and noticed it was snowing and smiled a little, he took a deep breath and tried to relax once more. His waitress came and brought him his coffee and cookies and he picked one up biting it and feeling good as he did. He decided while he was feeling good he should take advantage and try to engross himself in the paper, so he did he tried and seemed to work for a little while until someones words shocked him out of his writing.
It wasn't like she had spoken loudly he had just been easily jarred at the moment. He looked up and he noticed a beautiful woman standing above him asking him how everything was. He smiled a little bit and looked at her. She looked familiar, but he knew that he did not know her because he would have remembered her.
"Everything is just wonderful Thank you. Always is"he said politely. He looked up at her and smiled widely. She would probably walk away now, but he wasn't exactly sure he wanted her to. Well, so much for grading papers.
Words: 1,088
Muse: Epic
Notes: Lesse how it goes lol
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Adair Genevieve Winters
Onyx Vampire
Co-Owner ? The Hole in the Wall
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
I'm never changing who I am
Posts: 21
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Mar 14, 2013 22:21:27 GMT -5
Day absently watched the snow dance around the windows, rather than paying attention to the shop, for a moment. She was just watching them move as if they were in some sort of ballet, where only they knew the steps or heard the music that went along with it. She sighed wistfully. It was a beautiful thought but it was also the sort that had often had her mother, her adoptive mother, ruffling her hair and calling her a dreamer because she had a tough time focusing in on the real world, too busy worrying about the world in her head.
She had also once heard them whisper, her adoptive parents, that they were worried the reason Day was like this was because of the trauma of what she had seen as a child. It had been a lot of blood she had seen after all. Including that of her own parents. But Day knew it wasn’t like that. She had always been this way, since the day she was born. And there was nothing wrong with it, being that she was still quite smart, she just happened to space out and walk into traffic from time to time on accident.
Absently Day was debating slipping into the back to bake. It wasn’t too packed because of the snow and she could get some work done. Plus, the snow made her want to work on something new. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was yet but the ideas were beginning to float around in her head slowly, taking shape but they wouldn’t be fully formed until she was elbow deep in her ingredients. Something white, something light and fluffy, possibly with spun sugar. A special, to go with the cold and snowy weather. Some sort of snow cookies. Yes, that would be interesting.
With her decision then made, she knew that she had to go and check on her customers one last time. She had a waiter and a waitress circulating—it was a slow day so they didn’t have much more staff than that, especially with Day in—but she liked to check in on these things herself. Then, once she was satisfied, she could slip away and feel better about it, know she had checked for herself and her staff could handle the rest for a short time while she did her own job, or rather one of them when it came to this place.
She nodded and slipped out from behind the counter, barely noticing that there was flour in her hair and on her jeans, plus a bit of frosting tucked onto the very tip of her cheekbone that had somehow managed to fly there, if she had noticed she would have been at a loss to tell anyone how it had managed to migrate there. But Day rarely noticed how covered she got in her ingredients. Oh, she knew it happened, she was fully aware. But it was such a common occurrence that she didn’t really give it a second thought.
The checks of the first two pages went without any sort of incident or any sort of issue. She just had to call over the waitress to get more hot water for the tea for the woman at the second table—that wasn’t her job to do, she was just checking up. And then she was on to the last table, there were only three in today. He was grading papers and it seemed like he had a serious stack, and he was very into it.
That gave Day a moment to stare. Not creepily—or so she hoped—but just out of curiosity. Oh, he was handsome this was true, but that wouldn’t inspire Day to stare, she was a serious relationship type of girl and she didn’t often flirt. She was more of a laid back type. But it was more because she thought that he looked familiar and she couldn’t quite put her finger down on why that was. It made her curious. He had papers, so she assumed he was a professor, but he didn’t look too much older than her so she doubted he had been her professor back at the Academy.
She shook her head, maybe it would come back to her later. Gently she spoke, asking if everything was alright basically. It was what she was doing after all, checking up on the customers. She saw what he was having and for a moment she had a burst of pride, as she always did when people ate what she had baked. She had made those just a little while ago to be exact, they would be heated up but she made them first. And when he said that everything was wonderful that made her even more proud because she was happy when people enjoyed her baking. That was why she did it.
The always is caught her attention. Maybe that was why she knew him? He came in often enough? But she wasn’t quite sure. She shook her head, accidently shaking a bit more flour loose but she didn’t even really notice. ”I’m glad to hear it” she said with a smile and a nod. ”Warm cookies always make a snowy day better in my opinion, but maybe I’m a little bit biased because I make them” she couldn’t help adding, with more of a grin than a smile at that.
She shook her head. She should get back to her baking but she didn’t quite feel like she wanted to slip away just yet. Oh well, she might as well ask the question that was bothering her. If it offended him that she would ask it out of the blue she would just apologize and move on with her life. ”This may sound really clichéd and weird, but you look familiar…have we met?” she asked. Okay, so it sounded really, really clichéd but what could she do? It was the honest truth and an honest question.
Words: 1000 on the dot haha
Muse: Epic
Comments: Lol lets! I'm nervously excited
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Griffin Black
Azure Vampire
History Professor / Bartender
played by seph [/size][/i][/center]
Posts: 7
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Post by Griffin Black on Mar 26, 2013 21:17:48 GMT -5
Griffin had never had much trouble with women. Trouble being a relative term of course. Griffin had no trouble attracting them and that was for damn certain. It wasn't like he was being conceited or anything when he said it either. It was more, he was just simply stating a fact. He just happened to be a good looking man. He was never the relationship type though, he preferred flings. Griffin felt like they were much cleaner. He would find a woman that he liked, explain to her that he just wanted to sleep with her, sleep with her for a little bit and then just move on to the next one and to Griffin it was better that way, it wasn't complicated. It wasn't because of some dark storied past. It was just the way Griffin thought and he had seen nothing to make him change his mind thus far and he didn't think that he would.
He had had a long term relationship or two, but every time they ended the same. Not exactly badly, but with the women telling him that it didn't seem like his heart was in it. As if it didn't seem that he loved them. None of them had been wrong because well, he hadn't loved them. He knew that, he had only tried long term relationship so that he could have some sort of normalcy. At least by normal people standards. It had never worked though. Griffin felt that if you loved someone you would just know about it. It would be in you, and it never was. So why should he bother looking for something he just didn't seem capable of feeling? Exactly he wouldn't. He would much rather lead his happy life style of being a flinging, bartending professor, with way too many papers to grade.
Which of course, was how he ended up in that train of thought. Griffin had had way too many papers to grade and being inside of his room was not putting him in a mood where he wanted to actually grade them. In fact, it had made him restless, restless enough where he decided that his efforts in trying to grade might be better suited if he actually just did them somewhere else. The Hole in the Wall, he knew the place because he went there sometimes when he wanted some quiet, but he had never gone there with the intent to grade some papers. So he figured, there was a first time for everything and he headed there.
Getting seating had been easy enough but the trouble was, it was as if the place was too comfortable. He took the stack of papers and laid them on the table, he grabbed one and looked at it.But the feel of the soft cushions were distracting him, and the warm gooey chocolate chip cookies were not putting him in the mood to grade papers at all. He ran a hand through his dark hair and his green eyes stared down at the papers. He found it ironic that he had come here so that he could relax and grade papers and then found the experience too relaxing. He sighed and shook his head, then he tried it again. He tried very hard as he looked down at the paper, he read a sentence and it seemed to sink in, but as soon as that thought popped into his head a voice startled him from reading it.
He had looked up to see a very beautiful woman. He smiled instantly, just because she was pretty. So much for grading papers. She had asked him if everything was okay and he had smiled and told her that it always was, and he wasn't lying. Any time he came there the food that he ordered came out extremely well. He had no complaints about it, so he told her that it was, he was not going to pretend any different.
She had happily responded to him saying that she was glad and also that she thought cookies were perfect for a snowy day but perhaps she was biased because she was the one who in fact made them. Griffin quirked a brow when she said that. So she was the Chef? Or the owner? He figured he should ask before he assumed, but she had to be at least the Chef, eh, he would use whatever he had as an excuse to flirt with her. She was very pretty after all, and the familiarity he felt from being around her just got even more intense minute after minute.
"Really? Well...I must say you're cookies are wonderful and my compliments go to you entirely." he was smiling ear to ear as he spoke. He wasn't sure why, perhaps it was because she was so pretty, perhaps it was because talking to her meant that he could put off reading those papers some more. He didn't really care.
He wanted to continue conversation with her, he knew that much, so he smiled at her, his green eyes smiling too as he did and she spoke again, saying that she didn't want to be cliched basically but she was wondering if she knew him from some where and Griffin grinned and then laughed. How odd that she thought the same thing that he did.
"Well, if it weren't for the fact that I feel the same way, I would say that you were trying to pick me up."he grinned"I am a Professor over at the academy, and I also bartend at Indulgence at night."he said with a grin. Suddenly he was very interested in this conversation.
He wanted her to stay, he wanted her to sit and talk to him. Even if it was only for a minute, she just seemed amusing and she was pretty, and he hadn't had a fling in a while. So he spoke up again "Won't you sit down? Maybe tell me where I might know you from? I can't think of anything, and I would have remembered." He added that last flirty little tidbit in just cause, well, just cause he was Griffin.
Words: 1029
Muse: Good
Notes: Sorry if it sucks, but you know what happened/
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Adair Genevieve Winters
Onyx Vampire
Co-Owner ? The Hole in the Wall
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
I'm never changing who I am
Posts: 21
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Apr 10, 2013 21:50:52 GMT -5
Adair, who was often called Day to the point that she was pretty sure most people didn’t know that her real first name was Adair, was a little bit lost in thought. She couldn’t help but notice the snow outside—it was hard not to with the windows that made part of the Hole in the Wall open to the outside in a way, floor to ceiling windows and all. So even scatterbrained Day could notice such a thing. Though she usually noticed the weather anyway, it was other things she didn’t seem to notice. She couldn’t help it.
Her parents, her adoptive parents that is, thought it was a coping mechanism left over from the time she had been left all alone and had seen many people that she had grown up with slaughtered, dead, and bloody. She had been left in that battle zone for a few days before she started to get so hungry she couldn’t stand it. And then people had finally come to take her away and she had been adopted and it had been wonderful. But anyway, they thought it was a coping mechanism because if they asked her about that time, she didn’t remember.
Now, she was young but she wasn’t so young that she shouldn’t be able to remember a single detail. But she couldn’t. she could recall vague impressions of what she had seen but that was about the gist of it and she was grateful. But in all aspects of life, Day was like that now, she would get lost in her own head, forget things like dates or plans she had made unless she had a calendar with an alarm set in her phone. She just couldn’t keep track of anything except for her recipes.
Anyway, back to the point at hand. See? Her thoughts were always like this. Scattered. But anyway.
She had noticed the snow outside, and it made her want to make something like the snow. Something light and airy and fluffy, something like a snowflake. Maybe a spun sugar creation that would melt on the tongue and be wonderful and sweet. But big enough or have enough of them that people would want to order them of course. Thinking about the ordering factor, as she called it, was a secondary notion, a learned one not one that came naturally but she was a lot better than she had been a year ago about remembering that. She usually had Vita around to keep her reminded.
But now she was daydreaming about that, forming the recipe about what she wanted to do in her head, getting lost in the very idea of it. And then she remembered that she was in the front of shop, she was behind the counter and she couldn’t very well get lost like that. If she wanted to get into the recipe factor of it all, she would have to go back into her own little section of the kichen and do just that.
But first she had to check on the customers because it would be rude to not do something like that of course. She had to make sure they were all okay. Because of the snow outside, they only had three tables today, which wasn’t too bad for a lunch during the week to be honest. But it also made it easy to justify checking on them and then leaving them to their server. If anything needed her attention they all knew where she’d be and how they could get her. It wasn’t hard. The first two tables went without a hitch a question or a complaint and that pleased Day.
The last table had stopped her in her tracks though and had her more focused on where she could possibly know this man from rather than getting in back and figuring out how to make sweet confections out of sugar. It was a rare case for Day. At any rate, she figured it wasn’t all that weird that she may not remember him with her memory being what it was and that was a sad fact. But he just seemed so familiar she couldn’t place it and it was driving her crazy.
She mentioned that cookies were awesome on a snowy day and then of course said she might just be biased because she made them. She smiled brightly when he complimented her cookies. Normally Day couldn’t take a compliment, she got all blushy and brushed it off. But when it came to people complimenting her food, that was different. That was complimenting the food not her and she worked long and hard to make sure it was good enough for people to eat. So she still blushed, but it was more like a faint coloring, barely noticeable under the twinklelights and the natural light from outside, which she took pleasure in. ”Well I’m glad to hear that you enjoy them” she said, brightly, nodding.
She grinned, slightly when he mentioned that he felt the same way and was glad it didn’t come off like a clichéd pick up line because of that. She nodded and listened to him speak about what he did and how she could possibly know him. He just looked so familiar and it was irking her. ”Well, I don’t drink much, I’m here more often than not so I don’t club much or spend much time at Indulgence. And I graduated the Academy aboooout….four years now?” she said, wrinkling her nose slightly as she tried to think, and then nodded. ”Four years now. So I’m not sure it could be either unless we attended the Academy at the same time?” she questioned, smiling still.
She blushed, brighter and more noticeable than the last, when he invited her to sit and then said he would have remembered her. She shook her head and dusted off the flour that still clung to her jeans—and some to her cheek though she didn’t know that—before sitting. And then she shook her head with a wry smile. ”Though my name may help. I’m Day.” she couldn’t believe she had forgotten to share her name up to this point. She was always scatterbrained but not that scatterbrained usually!
Words: 1041
Muse: Pretty good
Comments: She can't remember anything and he can't forget...lol
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