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Post by Nani Pelekai on Mar 19, 2009 13:39:14 GMT -5
It had been an interesting evening; more so than she had expected. Nani had the pleasure of leaving work so soon since she had been experiencing quite a few disasters in the passing hours of day.
An uncharitable thought had her wondering how much of that she could take – the humiliation of having spilled, thankfully warm, spaghetti sauce on a balding man’s head had simply drained her of any pride. Was clumsiness something to be proud of? No.
She stirred her Frappuccino madly through heated mumbling, her pout made obvious in this childish act of fury. Her cheeks were still rosy from shame. I should just be a bum, she mumbled inwardly, and maybe live in a cardboard box named Pompous the Third.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid . . .” she mumbled, slumping over the table with a hilariously defeated look on her dour little face.
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Post by David Kawena on Mar 19, 2009 14:28:08 GMT -5
He was concentrating on finding a tasty treat he needed as a source of energy, and which he had been unable to find anywhere, when a familiar face appeared near him, slumped over a table. He blinked, stepped back a bit, his hair swaying rather jerkily. He slowly arched an eyebrow, observing her curves with attentive detail, before coming to an exciting deduction: it was her! Duh, he thought to himself, clearing his throat. Nobody had quite the charming physique Nani did. The same old feelings rose in his stomach, and he cursed it all. He dashed over to the restroom, checked his pearly teeth, his face, and then his hair. “Oh dear,” he muttered, whipping out a comb to brush his dark locks to perfection. Satisfied, he ran back to where he had been before and tried to look as debonair as possible. He was positively shirtless, left with just jeans and shoes. Honestly, she couldn’t resist him now. Besides, his hair was fancy…he hoped. His supposedly provocative stance ended up with a more timid feel as he approached her. He was messing up. Bad. “Hai Nani,” he greeted softly, sounding chipper. “You look very pretty today.” Gee, what a sexy greeting. [[ I wanted to post!  ]] |
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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 19, 2009 18:18:12 GMT -5
It had been a while since Jane had gone to the Cafe. She tried to stay away from it as much as possible - she was always afraid that a certain mad Judge would still be there drinking tea. But today was one of those days when Jane just had to have something sweet. Sometimes cravings could get the best of a woman.
As she entered, she made a mad dash for the counter. She tried her best not to drool at all of the sweets on display. There were so many! Jane just couldn't choose!
"May I help you, Miss?" A perky blonde girl at the counter asked.
"Oh, yes actually!" Jane replied, stepping up. "Er, I'll have a muffin - oh! - and a Danish."
The girl turned to grab the baked goods, when Jane spoke once more. "And wait! A miniature cake as well, and one more thing! Um, a pecan tart too, please!"
The girl gave Jane a bit of an odd look, and a minute later, handed Jane a large plate full of her sweets. I haven't gone overboard, have I? Jane thought, as she took her plate and looked for a place to sit.
She was ready to take a seat at one of the tables by the window, when she saw two familiar faces in her line of vision. Why, it was Nani and David! Jane but her lip - she never really knew what went on between the two, now that Nani was seemingly married.
Still wanting to catch up, she took a seat at their table. "Hello!" She said, hoping that she wasn't invading in anything.
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Post by Captain Amelia on Mar 19, 2009 18:49:30 GMT -5
[Well... I might as well throw Ammy in :3]
Amelia sat perched delicately on one of the sticky stools by the pastry counter. She nibbled at her lone chocolate chip cookie contentedly watching the people that walked by. It was a truly gratifying past time to watch as the many customers skirted in and out of the downtown cafe, and she'd come to attending her evening tea's here daily.
Amelia turned her head to the side as someone hustled in in a rather unkempt fashion, ordering a large amount of sweets. She followed the lady curiously with her eyes as she took her goods to a nearby table, commandeered by Nani Pelekai and a friend... she'd met before... David was it? Amelia slithered as delicately as possible off her seat trying to ignore the slight stick it had upon her suit. It would be just her luck if her most expensive and regal suit was done to death by a regular earth chair.
"Mrs. Pelekai, pleasure to see you here." Amelia said coolly with a slight smile. "Who are your friends, I see they share your like of sweets." She stated eying Jane's plate. Without waiting for an answer she pulled a chair up to the table.
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Post by Nani Pelekai on Mar 19, 2009 21:29:09 GMT -5
Nani shook her head. "I should just stop working," she said. "That’s what I ought to do; it can't be long before I live on the streets with a cat named Milkshake.” She sipped from her deliciously cool beverage and inhaled its sweet, soothing scent.
She sighed, this time with bitter amusement. Nani almost fell from her chair; David had been watching her, so sweet and innocent to the agitation she felt. She had composed herself with a rushed sort of smile the moment she beckoned him to sit beside her. “Oh David,” she began quietly with smile, “you really think so?”
“Ugh, sorry for moping like this, everything’s just falling apart.” She scowled, kicking the leg of the table out of rage. She cooled down, taking in deep breaths, before looking over David with an arched eyebrow.
“It’s been awhile, huh?” She said quietly, sipping her drink. She ordered a drink for David and lightly placed it in front of him, not knowing what to expect. It was good to be with old friends again, and that was enough to brighten her evening. This quiet apology was gracefully interrupted by the dazzling British woman.
Remembering Jane, she suddenly recalled her to be the very same person who had accompanied her in most of her wild escapades in the park. Nani smiled invitingly, quick to lose her depression, and took a doughnut from the stacked dozen she had from her own plate without a lick of shame. Nani was the Queen of Sugar, which would explain her rather bulky physique. –hangs head-
“Hey, how are you?” Nani asked, clicking her tongue, then looking over her excitedly. “So have you found Tarzan yet?” she asked, but was soon interrupted by yet another pretty face. Gosh, this park had some beautiful people.
“Amelia! Please, sit.” She offered giddily, with clasped hands. She remembered about por David and grinned.
“David, this is Amelia – I’m sure you know Jane.” She said, tilting her head to the side.
“Amelia, this is David, a good friend of mine. We’ve known each other since . . . forever.” She explained, recalling some fond memories.
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Post by David Kawena on Mar 20, 2009 13:06:47 GMT -5
A moment after he arrived to converse with his former sweetheart, an Englishwoman tumbled from one of the doors ordering a few sugary delights. This went unacknowledged. He wasn’t aware that the woman was Jane. Had he known, he would have greeted her with open arms and a cheerful smile.
“Of course,” he said, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world – which it was. She was adorable. “Are you saying I have bad taste in women, Nani?” he joked lightly, bowing his head shyly as she offered him a seat.
“T’ank you.” He said in his thick Hawaiian accent, but blinked after she had mentioned her life as being miserable. Maybe she was single again? He would have beamed had Nani been in a better condition, but he could not for the sake of manners. He cleared his throat scooting next to her.
David was about to ask her about him, when Jane door swung over to their table with a beautiful smile. Along with her, a tall, gorgeous woman entered the room, striding gracefully but not without an air of confidence and charm. She stopped abruptly when she saw Nani. He supposed they were friends by the way she introduced him with a sort of giddiness.
“Jane – oh yes, we’ve met before. I just wish we could have met a little more appropriately. I’m the man who, *ahem*, tossed on a drag and did the Hula...” He said quietly, ducking his head to hide his face. This was embarrassing!
“I’m your friend?” he asked, like a giddy child when Nani mentioned their long-lasting friendship. I am a boy…and I am her friend, he thought. It was as close as he could get to boy-friend! BOYFRIEND! "I mean, yes, I'm her friend." He could have died and gone to heaven at this point.
“Amelia, it’s very nice to see you.” He greeted, in tones of modesty.
“I trust all is well with you two?” he asked, grabbing one of Nani’s doughnuts shamelessly. He might as well ruin his figure too. He needed more butt anyway…
That way it would grroooowww, baby. GROW!
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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 20, 2009 19:31:06 GMT -5
"Oh, don't get me started," she said when Nani asked about Tarzan. That was a subject best left untouched. "Oh, but other than that, I'm fine!" Jane said, her tone suddenly switching from moody and jaded to bright and perky. Jane was rather interesting in that way.
"Oh of course, David and I go way back," Jane said with a smile. She considered David to be one of her close friends, from the moment they had met at the World Showcase - in England, no less. And then of course, the infamous incident. "I actually believe that you were dressed like Pocahontas somewhere around there," she said, pointing to another area of the Cafe.
There was also a stranger at the table. A woman - was that even a woman at all? - who spoke in an accent similar to Jane's. Was she from London too? Jane just had to ask.
"Excuse me, erm Amelia," she began. "You're not from London, are you?"
Jane was rather curious. She had certainly never seen anybody looking like that around England. Then again, maybe she was in a costume. If it was, it was a rather funny costume.
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Post by Captain Amelia on Mar 21, 2009 10:25:07 GMT -5
Amelia smiled pleasantly at Nani as she seemed to perk up before their eyes from her seemingly dejected state before. "Yes it's nice to meet you too." She replied pleasantly to David. Amelia studied the girl with all of the sweets intently. She was right, their dialect sounded oddly similarly. Yet she had never seen a human native to her planet.
"London? You know there was a girl who asked me that same question, is it common for you 'Londoners' to speak with such a lilt? I'm from the Quasar Nebulon, and as far as I can tell, you have never been there." Amelia mused curiously. How could people from completely different sectors of the Galaxy have such similar languages.
"So may I inquire as to what you are all doing here?" She asked lazily stirring a finger absent-mindedly through her tea and taking a sip.
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