sit down, stand up [miyoko & open]

[kohaku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; border-left: 20px solid #C33118; background-image:url(http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z399/regrettablydead/kohakuflowers2.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] hope's the thing with feathers, watch as it lifts you off your feet--and when it lets you go I'll be there to save you as you fall. is there such a thing as helping too much or being too nice? probably done that a million times but I simply can't help it! You know someone's a nice guy when he offers (though he's only fifteen) to go and fill in for his friend at the food stall where she works. And it's not like the friend was sick or anything, no--she just felt like having a day off but couldn't afford to miss a day of work. So she called in, pretended to be sick, and got her "little brother" (who she pretended was eighteen, though that couldn't be true by any stretch of the imagination) permission to go in for her. Thankfully it was a Saturday and school was out for the weekend, but unfortunately for the underage fill-in that meant that the food court's business was in full swing. Dumplings and whatnot were flying and frying, being tossed into little boxes, and being sold to the apparently ravenously hungry masses that were constantly filtering through the area. Every now and then a tourist group would pass by, putting even more of a strain on the already-overworked crew at the food stall. Fortunately for Kohaku, the end of his friend's shift was near and he'd be able to take a break. He'd nearly sweat through his stall uniform, the temperature was so raised by the heat of the cooking oil, and would be ever so glad to be able to step into the somewhat cooler air and chill out. Heck, maybe he'd even order something from this very stall! He certainly appreciated the work that went into making food now, at any rate. This "career opportunity" also swept up any lingering aspirations he'd had of being a cook and dumped them in a mental incinerator--no food was worth this amount of work. He was working to the best of his ability, though, determined to uphold his absent friend's good name (kindly assuming she had one to begin with, of course). He stared longingly at the exit of the stall, checking to make sure the end of his stay in it was only a matter of minutes from now, before being startled back to work by the commanding yell of the stall manager. "GET BACK TO WORK, USELESS!" Goodness, somebody had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. He mumbled absently as he diligently returned to work. "Note to self; never ever become a waiter." "WHAT WAS THAT, PUNK?" Kohaku flinched, remaining tight-lipped for a moment before he became aware that an answer was expected of him. "N-nothing, sir... I mean.." And when it became clear that such an excuse simply wouldn't be enough, he passed his batch of food to the teller at the stall window and shouted a triumphant "ORDER UP!", consoling himself with the fact that he'd be free in only a few minutes. ☛MOOD [EXASPERATED] ☛KARMA [NONE] ☛OOC [~oOo~] TABLE BY KHRISTIAN OF CAUTION 2.0

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[setsubashi]

For the upteenth time after thinking it before several minutes ago, Miyoko wondered yet again why she was waiting there at Odaiba's food court. The place was crowded and noisy, both things that Miyoko didn't particularly like. It wasn't so much that she didn't like people, but rather that she didn't like certain people, and in an area with this many human beings together you were bound to get those kinds of people mixed in at some point or another. Bullies, ruffians, pickpockets, you name it. The food court wasn't usually a bad place to be, but when it was this crowded those kinds of people generally found it easy to get away with things like that in the chaos of shifting bodies. Then again, Miyoko would freely admit she might've just been paranoid, but there was enough truth to the mindset that she felt it to be justified.

Which, again, made her wonder what had ever possessed her to accept the invitation from one of her classmates to meet them there - not to actually do anything in particular, but just to goof off during the weekend. In the end Miyoko guessed it was more or less just the fact that it had been rather sudden - they'd approached her out of the blue and simply asked without any warning at all when class had ended the day before. They weren't even people Miyoko had really known - having unintentionally distanced herself from her classmates, she only vaguely knew one or two of them, but that might very well have been what had prompted the sudden invitation.

It wouldn't do her any good to complain, though - she'd accepted, and in the here and now she was already at the meeting spot, or at least she thought she was. They were already ten minutes late from when they were supposed to show up, and Miyoko was starting to wonder if she'd gone to the wrong place altogether - she didn't visit public places like this very often short of doing volunteer work, so it was entirely possible she'd gone to the wrong spot. Perfect.

As she continued to lean against one of the massive food court's walls she checked her watch again, beginning to grow impatient with the fact that the people who invited her still hadn't shown up, placing her hand in her pocket afterwards and forcing herself to remain patient. As she did so she let her mind wander, listening to her surroundings as she tried to clear her head, only to pick up on the sounds emenating from a nearby food stand, as well as the rather coarse manner of the owner and how he was speaking to one of his employees. What an ass - that was one of the major reasons she never intended to work in retails or the food business, most of the bosses were jerks from what she'd heard over the years.

As the owner of the stand yelled again, though, Miyoko actually looked over towards the place, beginning to wonder exactly what it was that was making him so angry, only to see a kid, clearly underaged, working frantically to keep up with the food orders. Had it not been for the fact that it was in public and it would have been inappropriate to go over and say something, Miyoko would have been sorely tempted to go over and throw a few choice words right back into the guy's face - you didn't treat people like that, not even if they were working for you and unable to keep up.