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Fantasy .:Supernatural Cafe:. (PLZ JOIN)

What is your job?

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Hana the Flower

Aka Petalz




"Hey you ready to start working, well get to your station! Our costumers are coming! Remember magic and food are the things that make costumers smile too!"



-Maggie Your Manager-



(Lookin for info on the RP going to Overview)

 



Maggie


The Manager


Vampire


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Maggie taps her watch with a smile before picking up her speaker.



"
Attention everyone our costumers will be visting soon please get ready!" Maggie says stepping away from the speaker clapping her hands excitedly. Maggie smiled before stepping out of her office to look around. The stage was dusted and tabled wiped, the kitchen was wiped clean.


Maggie adjusts her red outfit with a big fanged smile. Ever since she was started the cafe she had remebered to aboid the necks of her fellow costumers. It would make a bad influence on her and she would fail at making money and end up on the streets. No, that was not going to happen.


 
Ben was leaned up against the counter rather excitedly, a grin on his lips as he waited. In his hands was the little notepad, necessary for taking orders, and the pen was nestled safely in the pocket of his apron. Ooohh boy they were going to open - he wondered who he'd meet, what he'd meet. He wondered if he'd see that little girl again, who always showed up with her moth. They ordered the same thing every time; latte and a small cake. She was a cute little girl, really, what with her pigtails and little wings. Whenever she'd come, Ben couldn't help but want to make her smile.


Then again, she was probably at school right about now. Oh well. The redhead glanced around the establishment, interested to see if everyone shared the same excitement as he.
 
Jenkins had only been in Marigold Valley for a few days in and his head was still spinning from the sights he'd seen, he was carrying his knife set and wearing his whites. He opened the door to the cafe and shouted to see if anyone was in there.


"Hello I am Jenkins the new chef, it's my first day" He called out, he was shaking a bit. He had seen many things in this town that he couldn't imagine so he was worried what he find in here
 
Massun walked in, stretching her arms behind her back, arms sore from staying up all night editing musics. She sighs, and sits down on a table near the stage, hooking up her computer to the sound system. Glancing at the door ever so often as she hooked up all the wires, she watched for any customers. Her black hair was damp, and she sat down, organizing the playlist.

 

Henry sighed, making sure she had no flyaway hairs for when the customers finally got there. She was wearing a

black sequin cocktail dress, one of her favorite outfits for performing. With a Marilyn Monroe style beauty mark drawn above her lip, she was ready for whatever was going to happen. She hadn't prepared any songs to sing for their customers, so she hoped that they'd have some suggestions. It wasn't common that she didn't know a song, but the customers came from so many different places that there will occasionally be an oddball that suggests some foreign song.

She sees one of the waitresses, Tris, walk across the room. Henry thought that Tris was one of the prettiest girls there, and was left in awe every time she saw her. She sighed, watching Tris do whatever she was doing; it didn't matter what she did, she always looked great. The chiming bells from the door that signaled that someone had entered snapped Henry out of her daydream. A man claiming he was a chef walked through the door.

"Oh, bonjour monsieur! Welcome! Let me show you to the kitchen!" she says, taking the man by the arm and leading him.

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She watches the man walk in, and placed her headphones on. She began playing the songs, the first one being just acoustic of a calm song. She looked around at all of the exited people. She had to remind herself multiple times not to begin singing, for she was a Siren after all.
 
Hope flew in and turned into a human. She took out her guitar and sat down at a table, practicing her songs for today. She looked at Massun thinking that she was pretty.
 
She began singing quietly, but quickly shut her mouth when she saw Hope glancing at her.


"Better stop singing now..." She thought, and raised the volume of the song slightly.


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Maggie


The Manager


Vampire


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Maggie drew her pen and notebook looking around at everybody checking them off a list." Everybody knows there station right?!" She asks her hands on her hips. Maggie was a bit nervous though she held up her big smile.



She then went over to the door and placed the sign "Open" on it.


 
She nodded slightly at the manager, and set her headphones down. She set the songs, making sure they where all in pitch. She smiled. She was nervous for her first day.
 

"Oh, no. That would be Miss Maggie. She is a very very busy woman, though. It would be best not to bother her if it's not needed," Henry giggles. "Ah, here we are! If you need any help, I'm sure anyone would be happy to help!" she leaves quickly without another word. She sees Magge placing the open sign on the door as she walks back out to the main room. She smiled, taking her place on the stage and adjusting the microphone to be her height. "'Ey, Massun, what's the first song you plan on playing today?" she asks, hoping she'll know whatever it is.

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Massun quickly jotted jotted down all the songs in the playlist, humming to the sound of the guitar, forgetting for an instance that she is a Siren.


'Stay With Me'


'Miss you'


Going Down


Follow me Down


Cool for the Summer


Summertime Sadness


Pillow talk


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The kitchen was small it had two work counters, one cooker, sink and finally the fridge. It reminded Jenkins of his first job, he suddenly had nostalgic feeling of old days he spent being verbally abused by chefs 15 years older than him and coming home greasy. He then saw the cooker and hugged it, It was the sanest thing he had seen since he got here.


After taking out his knives and sharpening them , he scanned the menu and recipe file before sorting out the fridge.
 
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Henry nodded. "Yes, it really is a very nice song," she says, smiling at Massun. She hums along quietly hoping it won't annoy anyone. She begins to hear someone strumming a guitar. It was out of place, in Henry's opinion, since there was another song playing at the same time, but it still sounded good. She searched the room, trying to find the source of the guitar. She finally spotted a girl sitting not to far away that was playing the guitar. "You have a lot of talent," she says to the girl, hopping off the stage and walking over to her. Henry held out her hand. "I'm Henrrieta, Henry for short. And you are?"

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Massun stood, and removed the black case off her back. She set it behind the stage, hoping no one would snoop around enough to find it. She walked back to the desk, still humming.


Suddenly, a man walked it, his eyes cloudy.


"Damn Siren shit!" She whispered, and stopped humming. The man snapped out of it, and walked out.
 


In a slightly foul mood, Nyght leaned over on a counter surface. He looked at the ceiling, closing his eyes tightly and shaking out his issues. He'd have to wait to be frustrated when he got home.


He wore one of those bartender suits, tail wrapped around his waist as if a belt, ears laid back to give off his bad mood. He stood up, put on a fair face and walked around the room for a moment, jumping when someone tapped his shoulder and turned quickly. The man raised his arms in a sort of "defense" way before sighing. "Oh, sorry mister. Wrong person. I thought you were someone else." The man said, giving Nyght a weird face. The teenager flicked his ears, put on a forced smile. "That's alright..." He said, turning around and dashing off to a wall on the other side of the room, fanning down his face. Something had to be wrong with him, he felt almost sick.
 
She pulled out a red lipstick from her back pocket, and put it on without a mirror. Surprisingly, she didn't miss a spot. She looked around.


"Still no customers..."
 



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Maggie looks to the side of the room her eye catching a boy. She walked up to him her feet tapping as she walked.


"Nyght right? Are you alright?" She asked cocking her head to the side. It was Maggie's job to know all of the people working at her cafe.

 
Jenkins was frustrated over the fridge, nothing was dated, covered or label


"at least they separate the fresh food and cooked food" Jenkins thought to himself.


"Who was the idiot that left the fridge in this state, I don't know if half of the food is in date!" He shouted into the cafe
 

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