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[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

Get all the sighs and the moans just right

The male would rather die now.
Ew.
Nasty.

When we say male we only mean ONE male, of course. Alexander. Ozzy. Xander. Alex. The list of nicknames could go on.
But there was only one way you could tell the boy was actually Alexander and that was by the way he gagged everytime the scent of the tomato soup hit his nostrils.
Ugh. This was what he got for being low-income.

Ew! He wouldn't dare repeat that. He wouldn't accept the fact he was low income. He wouldn't face reality. He didn't even have drugs or alcohol to pass off reality. He had to deal with reality until he found someone to be kind enough. Or weak enough. To get anything off.

Ew. The scent of soup hit his nose again and he pushed the soup back, whining, then putting his head on his outstretched, tattoed arm, pout following on his face.
First he got a low and small apartment. Now he had low-income soup. Not even campbell's! What kind of place was this!? It was run by monsters!

Sniffling, he wiped his hair from in front of his striking blue eyes surrounded with red eyeshadow and such. He had a pair of. Ew. Dare he say it?
Non-name brand jeans with frays and fishnet where there were holes. Ew. Such a terrible remake of something you'd see at a nice store.
Ew.
He sat back up, looking down at his hand, then running it against the black velvet track jacket which covered his pink shirt that read nothing more than 'Real Men Wear Pink' in black.
He had worn this outfit twice.
Which was worse than it being a non-name brand.

Ewwww.
He was hating his new life.

[Bob The Unnamed]

She walked into the place like she owned it.
Playfully she flirted with the older chef, walking back into the place where the magic happens. Everytime those two doors swung open you could hear her giggles and laughter.
No she wasn't in love with the Chef. She just liked to tease the bus boy-- he was jealous that she was closer to the chef then him. And honestly, between you and me; the girl was right to think this-- he was jealous.
After a few minutes of flirting, and waving at the bus boy before going back to softly flirt chatting with the chef she jumped off the steel table.
She'd seen him come in.
Giving the chef a hug and a kiss on the cheek, she huged the bus boy also. This caused a huge clatter of paltes from his suprise, and a burst of giggles from Ivy as she darted out of those swinging doors.
Shaking her dredlocks loose of their rubber band she tossed her head around, and sat at a table-- two away from his.
HE was this boy, that she thought she loved, and he most likly didn't notice her.
AH! was the depressing. Yes, He made her life depressing, and horrid and wonderful and worth living.
HE was Alexander. She giggled thinking these thoughts.
Let me tell you the truth, do not be lead to believe she was in love.
Ivy is in love with the thought of being in love. Just like Desdimona (sp?) was in love with war and Juliet was in love with death.
She liked to fall in love. It was like performing, those few seconds it took for the curtains to rise, that was falling in love. Being in love was the whole thing, the whole play till the Cast Party at the end. Breaking up was that horrid feeling you get when you know you just messed up your line, or your voice had missed a note. Those happy few that made it to the never ending cast party, were the cursed word-- married.
But enough doting on the ways we think of love.
Today she had dressed in a simple manner. A few rubber bands linned her arms, glass pearls around her neck, an army print shirt closing around her upper body. A little tight-- yeah for girls that were jealous of her. For boys-- it was perfect. Well it really depended on what type of boy. What and I saying there is only one type of boy, and that is horny.
Today jeans along with black suspenders hung loosely to her legs, and were belted with a greenish tan cloth belt.
She was gazing over at-- him in a loving almost longing manner. Though all she could see was the back of his head.
At that very moment the bus boy from before carried her a glass of water. Trying to look professional, an attempt at it really he had used a tray. Ivy smiled at him, swatting with her long eyelashes (which we painted in green may I add), he had blushed and fumbled. Her placed the water down and attempted to saw something to her. His lips moved but no sounds.
"It's ohkay hun. I understand. You think I'm beautiful" She said this while kicking her leg up in the air, like a porn star. Hands grasping the sides of her chair.
The bus boy's eyes got big and glazed over, a small smile playing across his face, his head droping in a nod. Ivy only laughed and took a sip of water. The bus boy continued to stand there until the rough voice of the head chef called him back go wash some tables.

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[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He listened to the everything around him. But pay no mind.
He was agitated right now. Nasty, nasty soup.
Why couldn't he have something better?
Like caviar?
Secretly, he HATED caviar, but wouldn't admit it because it was something usually rich people would eat. Ohhh, how he would do anything for those fish eggs.
Sadly, he was deemed 'too poor' to receive anything more than milk, water, soup, or grilled cheese.
It sucked.
With that, he sniffled again and propped his head up into the palms of his hands, staring at the more wealthy people off to another table laughing. And chatting. And eating flan.
AH!
FLAN!
He wanted it so much right now. No matter how bland or nasty it tasted. Like caviar. It would remind him of home. But that would make him regret the choice of partying. But that was his nature. Being a partying sexpot.
He blinked, coming back to reality and noticing he was drooling at the sight of flan.
At that, he whined.
"It looks soooo gooood." he then dropped his head onto the table once more, shaking it and sighing, beginning to allow hunger to take over.
He refused to eat the soup.
But his stomach demanded it, not being picky. It began growling, demanding to be fed. But of course he ignored its orders.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Oreos and milk my good man!" she yelped as a waiter came towards her.
Yes, most of them thought her antics were amusing. This particular waiter, Fredrick was his name, thought she was a disgrace and should be banned.
"I cannot bring you oreos miss."

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"Yeah you can Fred. So just do it."
"You know I can't."
"I could get you fired."
at this last hissed statment Fredrick, who simply hated being called Fred, turned on his heel and made his way back to those swinging doors, ready to complain.
She could get him fired if she really wanted to. It was really quite simple to get people fired here. You complain to the head chef. He was a wonderful person, from France. He'd been studying to be a chef when his life turned upside down, and he was forced to run. He'd been here since-- you guessed it, under the title of Head Chef.
Ivy was smart, make friends with the right people you didn't need money!
But that wasn't her reasoning for making friends with everyone. Ivy had made a goal as a very small child. She wanted to know everyone on a first name basis(sp?) and she wanted to be in every club possible.
If you have heard this before, I'll say sorry now, this almost alwyas comes up in her thoughts. People. People were her drug of choice, sipping from the cup of life she gulpped down her drug like pills for a headache.[/center][/size]

[Angie and Orion]

Angie rubbed her hands together against the cold.
Bloody hell, it was colder than a winters day, back in England, here.
She sat at a table by the window, hugging her cardigan around her.
While she waited for service, she breathed on the glass, a circle of mist appearing on the pane. She traced a heart in it, and watched as it faded away. When she breathed on it again, the outline of the heart was still vaugely visible.
Love lasts forever... She thought.
Life doesn't.

"Excuse me, miss? Miss?" A voice said.
Angie turned and looked up at the waiter, realising that he'd been standing there for a while, trying to get her attention.
He looked relieved when she looked at him.
"What'll it be miss?" He asked.
She glanced at the menu.
"Chicken soup. And bread." She said.
She smiled at him sweetly.
"Please." She added softly, and watched as he walked away.
She went back to her window.

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He frowned, drumming his fingers against the table before a sly smirk appeared and he listened to Ivy.
He whistled to get her attention.
"Hey. Hey, you." he said in a suave tone, a newfound hope for more expensive foods being given to him. For free possibly.
"I need a favor. It's not much at all." he didn't care if this was known as using, as long as he got what he wanted out of it.
Heartless beast, wasn't he? But he could be quite the lady killer if he tried.
If he tried.
"I'm SO hungry." he put on the saddest expression he could, "But I've been eating the same thing for so long." he grabbed his small stomach before sighing, "And those people over there. They have SUCH appetizing food. The MOST delicious food ever. I want some sooo bad." he was hinting towards her.
"And since you seem SO close to the chef. I was wondering if maybe. You could get me some?" he asked as a sweet smile appeared on his face.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Ivy's heart beat faster. She could have ran over to hug Alex. But he was to far to reach out and touch. Her insides jumped up and down, and knotted together.
He just talked to me. To me, to me!
This was all thought of in a slipt second.
Ivy the fast thinker.
"Only if you sit with me love."
In her imagination her voice cracked and swung all over the place. But in reality it was smooth, calm. She forced herself not to blush, fighting the small tingling warm feeling that was beginning inside her.
If I blush he'll walk all over me. No blushing allowed. her thougths told her frimly.
To late. A pinkish color flooded her cheeks, and warmed her cheekbones, spreading all the way to her collar bone.
At least I know how to keep warm. she joked to herself. Though her eyes now caught on Alex's form. She let her eyes wander up and down him. A small smirk landing it's place on her lips, replacing the blush as she hummed gently to herself.
He would not be getting anything for free. He'd pay it back in one way-- or another.
Ivy hoped for another.

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[Angie and Orion]

"Your food, miss." The waiter announced, placing the bowl of soup on the table along with a small basket of bread rolls.
"Thank you." She murmured politely, smiling and tucking her hair back from her pale cheek.
She picked up her spoon delicately, as if it were made of glass, and took a spoonful up blowing on it lightly.
She looked around as she ate.
All these people... maybe they were normal.
Or maybe they were like her.
Hiding from reality. Running from life.
Starting anew, to put it simply.

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He smirked, standing slowly, only once scanning the room and looking to Angie. Ew. Soup. Horrid soup.
He smiled slyly still as he stood up and noticed the tint of redness in her cheeks.
Haha. This would be good. He could do this. He began walking over in his usual way. Eyes glancing around curiously to see if anyone was currently staring at him.
Once he made his way over, he took a seat next to her and grinned. He could be a little. Quirky. In a more horndog-like way. He didn't care, actually. He was known as a male whore or hooker.
"So.. Can I have flan?" That sounded a tad. Disturbing in the way that the second he said this a loud slap was heard; the sound made when his hand connected with her thigh. No, he didn't know any boundaries.
Within a few seconds he pulled his hand back and rested his hands in his lap, "So. Flan." he once again repeated, finally showing his wide smile.
"What's your name? I'm Alexander. But you can call me Alex. Or Xander. Or Ozzy. Or the Ozz-man. Or whatever. Just not Alexander." he rolled his eyes.
Oh, how he loathed his name.
"And what's a beautiful gal like yourself doing in a place like this alone?" He was quite the suave talker. It's something you learned when you always wanted to get your way.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Ivy grinned, laughing to her self.
"Tommy." the bus boy rushed over. Utterly unhappy that Ivy was seated with another boy. "Grab a plate of flan for him. And make sure that Fred hasn't forgotten my oreos and milk."
The bus boy, Tommy only shuffled away unhappy.
A smile flooded her face as he touched her. She would have, could have begged for more. But only sent a grin over at him, taking him in with her dark eyes.
"Ivy." she replied softly, adding a slow "I think we've met before." It was true, they had met before. She knew him, remembered him. He most likly had no memory of that breif few seconds when all Ivy had the time to think was 'God he's hott.' She'd been hoping to see him again. Feeling that feeilng that you got when you knew you had a little crush on them.
Leaning on the table and giving him a sideways glance she smirked. "Beautiful? Trying to use me for you meal ticket I’d thought you might call me gorgeous; but I guess not." she shrugged muffling a small laugh.
A few moments later Fredrick rudely shoved a glass of milk and oreos, placing the plate of flan before Ozzy.
"Your food Sir... And Ivy." He spat out her name.
And she giggled, blowing Fred a kiss.
"Thanks Fred. You're a doll."

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He smiled at the arrival of the flan, almost giving a girl-like shriek of happiness, eyes wide as he stared at the flan happily.
This had to be the only time he looked forward to eating flan, the nastiest tasting dessert ever.
"Well. When I want to sleep with someone, I call them gorgeous." he joked, smiling still at the flan, but not attempting to eat it yet. It was just too beautiful to eat. So he sat and stared at it wide-eyed.

"We have met before?" he asked. You had to excuse the boy, he had a brain the size of a pea, practically, not knowing or remembering much. It had turned to slush with all those drugs he had done. He had made bad choices that led to bad consequences.

"So, honey. What else do you do? Besides hit on random guys?" he questioned before poking the flan once with his finger, sly smile once again appearing on his face before he pulled his hand up to play with his lip ring.

"He sure seemed angry. That guy. Or unhappy." he was talking about the bus boy as he looked towards the man named 'Tommy', he collected.

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