Post by Vivi Perish on Feb 27, 2015 0:02:05 GMT -5
[ooc: I was originally gonna do this solo but anyone who wants to jump in can. ]
Vivi rolled out of bed (yeah literally) and landed on the floor with a groan. Slowly getting to her feet, she proceeded to get dressed and wash up before heading out of her apartment. Buttoning up her uniform, she ran her fingers through her hair since she was too lazy to find her hair brush, and then pulled on her shoes.
Vivi walked out of her room and through her little kitchen out into the hallway. She lived on the second floor of a three story building, the first story being cafe, the second being a row of apartments, and the third floor being a meeting room.
After transferring to PHS #552, Vivi was still to young to live alone, so she was going to be put in a foster home. Fortunately, she met Takeshi Himura, an asian man opening a coffee shop in the area in need of help. In exchange for her services, he’d let her stay in one of the empty apartments on the second floor. The thing was, her services weren’t just working Himura Cafe, she also had to run errands for him, and became some what involved in the gang activity going on in the place. Fortunately, most of it went on in the basement, and she rarely had to go down there.
Vivi descended the stairs down to the first floor, squinting from the light flooding in through the windows. A few costumers had already arrived and were having breakfast in the early hours of morning. She glanced up and spotted Takeshi, a middle ages man with brown hair and eyes. At first glance, most wouldn’t guess he was a gang leader, he seemed far to kind and mature. Takeshi waved at her and motioned for her to come take her place behind the counter. As she approached him, he whispered in her ear.
“A few enemies of mine may be stopping by today,” he gestured to a cabinet in the far corner behind the counter, “I hid a glock in there, if things get really bad, just use it.”
“Sure thing, Takeshi,” Vivi sighed, “Is there a chance they might settle for talking things out?”
“Probably not.”
“I see.”
Vivi continued to take orders, most people were ordering coffee, muffins, and crescents, you know, breakfast stuff. She put on a smile and tried her best to be polite despite her thoughts being else where. As she put some money away in the register, the front entrance opened, causing the bell to jingle.
Vivi glanced up, and spotted three men, all pretty big. They looked like bikers maybe. Even if they weren’t, anyone could tell they were involved with some kind of gang. The tallest one with a tattoo across his neck saying ‘PAIN’ in capital letters came and leaned on the counter.
“Hey, honey,” he said, “Did Himura leave his pet all by herself?”
“May I take your order?” Vivi said, completely monotone.
The tattoo guy glanced back at his buddies and chuckled.
“She’s like a robot! Humid must have her wrapped around his little finger.”
He turned back to her. It took all Vivi’s will power not to slam her knuckles into his face and to yell at him to get the hell out of the cafe. If there was anything that annoyed her, it was rivals to Takeshi’s gang waltzing in and acting like they thought they were scary.
“So, what’s on the menu today?” he reached forward to touch her hair and Vivi grabbed a whipped cream canister and sprayed the frothy white stuff all over his fingers.
He stared at his hand with upturned eye brows.
“Well how about you give me a napkin then, little bitch,” he grunted.
“We don't keep those around here,” Vivi set the whipped cream can down.
“No napkins? What a lousy shop,” he snorted.
“That was sarcasm,” Vivi drummed her fingers on the counter top, “I used it instead of punching you in the face. Don’t push it though.”
The man frowned and attempted to fling the whipped cream off of his hand and into her face, but she quickly side stepped. The frothy substance sailed through the air and landed right in the sink.
“If you’re not gonna order anything then step away from the counter,” she said.
It was becoming difficult to stay polite, and it took all her will power not to swear at them.
“I’ve got an order,” the man growls, pulling a knife from his jacket and brandishing it.
“Come with us or I’ll put a bullet in your brain. We’re gonna have a little discussion about where Himura’s been hiding.”
I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this… she sighed mentally. Vivi leaped up onto the counter and jumped off, grabbing the man’s wrist and redirecting it away from her. When they hit the floor, Vivi landed on the man’s stomach and the knife flew out of his hand and skidding across the floor.
“Oh, so you wanna be a big girl now, huh?” he growls, reaching up to grab her collar. Vivi immediately took hold of his arm, swung the leg on the same side over her neck and fell back onto the floor in an arm bar hold. She jerked her hips upward, snapping his elbow, and jumped to her feet. The guy yelled in pain, clutching his broken arm.
“You three have about ten seconds to get the hell out of here,” she snapped, “At least without any blood leaving your veins.”
The two remaining laughed at the small violet haired girl. Vivi knew that she had only taken their leader out through speed and accuracy, as well as the element of surprise, but she wasn’t the one backing up the threat like they must think she meant.
One of the men stepped forward and grabbed her collar, lifting her off her feet. Her face reddened as her blood supply was cut off from her head, but she just glared out the guy.
“So scary...” the guy laughs, “How about I poke out those pretty eyes of yours?”
“…three… two… one…” Vivi rasped, and on one she kicked the guy in the crotch. He let go and growled in pain. Just as they were about to attack her again, Takeshi stood in the stair well with two pistols, one aimed at each of the men.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave the shop for threatening my employee,” he said calmly, “Oh, and I have a twitchy finger, so you might want to hurry.”
The two guys muttered amongst themselves for a few moments before grabbing their incapacitated friend and exiting the cafe. Takeshi lowered his guns and spoke out to the people who were still in the cafe. They were a bit startled to say the least.
“Please continue to enjoy your meals, ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “I won’t let anymore trouble makers come inside.”
He stepped out from the stair well.
“Are you hurt, Vivian?” he asked.
“Aww please…” she shook her head and walked back around the counter, “You came just in time as usual so I’m fine.”
“Good to here. I have to make a few business calls so just holler if things get rough again.”
“Yup,” Vivi waved a few fingers at him as he ascended the stairs again. Occurrences like these were almost the norm in Himura Cafe. It happened a few times every week, and occasionally, people would come just in hopes of seeing Takeshi and Vivi deal with some punks.
Vivi rolled out of bed (yeah literally) and landed on the floor with a groan. Slowly getting to her feet, she proceeded to get dressed and wash up before heading out of her apartment. Buttoning up her uniform, she ran her fingers through her hair since she was too lazy to find her hair brush, and then pulled on her shoes.
Vivi walked out of her room and through her little kitchen out into the hallway. She lived on the second floor of a three story building, the first story being cafe, the second being a row of apartments, and the third floor being a meeting room.
After transferring to PHS #552, Vivi was still to young to live alone, so she was going to be put in a foster home. Fortunately, she met Takeshi Himura, an asian man opening a coffee shop in the area in need of help. In exchange for her services, he’d let her stay in one of the empty apartments on the second floor. The thing was, her services weren’t just working Himura Cafe, she also had to run errands for him, and became some what involved in the gang activity going on in the place. Fortunately, most of it went on in the basement, and she rarely had to go down there.
Vivi descended the stairs down to the first floor, squinting from the light flooding in through the windows. A few costumers had already arrived and were having breakfast in the early hours of morning. She glanced up and spotted Takeshi, a middle ages man with brown hair and eyes. At first glance, most wouldn’t guess he was a gang leader, he seemed far to kind and mature. Takeshi waved at her and motioned for her to come take her place behind the counter. As she approached him, he whispered in her ear.
“A few enemies of mine may be stopping by today,” he gestured to a cabinet in the far corner behind the counter, “I hid a glock in there, if things get really bad, just use it.”
“Sure thing, Takeshi,” Vivi sighed, “Is there a chance they might settle for talking things out?”
“Probably not.”
“I see.”
Vivi continued to take orders, most people were ordering coffee, muffins, and crescents, you know, breakfast stuff. She put on a smile and tried her best to be polite despite her thoughts being else where. As she put some money away in the register, the front entrance opened, causing the bell to jingle.
Vivi glanced up, and spotted three men, all pretty big. They looked like bikers maybe. Even if they weren’t, anyone could tell they were involved with some kind of gang. The tallest one with a tattoo across his neck saying ‘PAIN’ in capital letters came and leaned on the counter.
“Hey, honey,” he said, “Did Himura leave his pet all by herself?”
“May I take your order?” Vivi said, completely monotone.
The tattoo guy glanced back at his buddies and chuckled.
“She’s like a robot! Humid must have her wrapped around his little finger.”
He turned back to her. It took all Vivi’s will power not to slam her knuckles into his face and to yell at him to get the hell out of the cafe. If there was anything that annoyed her, it was rivals to Takeshi’s gang waltzing in and acting like they thought they were scary.
“So, what’s on the menu today?” he reached forward to touch her hair and Vivi grabbed a whipped cream canister and sprayed the frothy white stuff all over his fingers.
He stared at his hand with upturned eye brows.
“Well how about you give me a napkin then, little bitch,” he grunted.
“We don't keep those around here,” Vivi set the whipped cream can down.
“No napkins? What a lousy shop,” he snorted.
“That was sarcasm,” Vivi drummed her fingers on the counter top, “I used it instead of punching you in the face. Don’t push it though.”
The man frowned and attempted to fling the whipped cream off of his hand and into her face, but she quickly side stepped. The frothy substance sailed through the air and landed right in the sink.
“If you’re not gonna order anything then step away from the counter,” she said.
It was becoming difficult to stay polite, and it took all her will power not to swear at them.
“I’ve got an order,” the man growls, pulling a knife from his jacket and brandishing it.
“Come with us or I’ll put a bullet in your brain. We’re gonna have a little discussion about where Himura’s been hiding.”
I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this… she sighed mentally. Vivi leaped up onto the counter and jumped off, grabbing the man’s wrist and redirecting it away from her. When they hit the floor, Vivi landed on the man’s stomach and the knife flew out of his hand and skidding across the floor.
“Oh, so you wanna be a big girl now, huh?” he growls, reaching up to grab her collar. Vivi immediately took hold of his arm, swung the leg on the same side over her neck and fell back onto the floor in an arm bar hold. She jerked her hips upward, snapping his elbow, and jumped to her feet. The guy yelled in pain, clutching his broken arm.
“You three have about ten seconds to get the hell out of here,” she snapped, “At least without any blood leaving your veins.”
The two remaining laughed at the small violet haired girl. Vivi knew that she had only taken their leader out through speed and accuracy, as well as the element of surprise, but she wasn’t the one backing up the threat like they must think she meant.
One of the men stepped forward and grabbed her collar, lifting her off her feet. Her face reddened as her blood supply was cut off from her head, but she just glared out the guy.
“So scary...” the guy laughs, “How about I poke out those pretty eyes of yours?”
“…three… two… one…” Vivi rasped, and on one she kicked the guy in the crotch. He let go and growled in pain. Just as they were about to attack her again, Takeshi stood in the stair well with two pistols, one aimed at each of the men.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave the shop for threatening my employee,” he said calmly, “Oh, and I have a twitchy finger, so you might want to hurry.”
The two guys muttered amongst themselves for a few moments before grabbing their incapacitated friend and exiting the cafe. Takeshi lowered his guns and spoke out to the people who were still in the cafe. They were a bit startled to say the least.
“Please continue to enjoy your meals, ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “I won’t let anymore trouble makers come inside.”
He stepped out from the stair well.
“Are you hurt, Vivian?” he asked.
“Aww please…” she shook her head and walked back around the counter, “You came just in time as usual so I’m fine.”
“Good to here. I have to make a few business calls so just holler if things get rough again.”
“Yup,” Vivi waved a few fingers at him as he ascended the stairs again. Occurrences like these were almost the norm in Himura Cafe. It happened a few times every week, and occasionally, people would come just in hopes of seeing Takeshi and Vivi deal with some punks.
