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Post by :>Sardonyx<: on Feb 28, 2009 20:56:26 GMT -5
Alexander had never worked a day in his life. His rich relatives had supported him through high school and college so far, but were now complaining that he should learn to support himself. He walked down to the pizza parlor, his hands in his pockets, looking down at the cracks on the sidewalks. It was a cold day in February and he had on only a T-shirt and a worn hoodie that he'd bought for 3 bucks at a garage sale. Alexander stepped into the pizza parlor, convulsively shivering as his skin began to defrost.
There was a sign posted on the wooden podium that said "help wanted" in hand-printed letters. There stood a small girl, about his age, looking down at something that was resting on the podium and smiling, earbuds from her ipod sticking out of her ears. He looked around a little, not wanting to interrupt her, examining the one or two people that were sitting at places around the restraunt. Finally he gave up his procrastinating and stepped forward a little. "Hey," he muttered, kind of softly and a bit nervously also.
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Post by Neruka on Feb 28, 2009 21:04:56 GMT -5
Miranda was listening to one of her favorite songs. She looked up when she heard a noise other then the surrounding people, and her music. She took her ear buds out and looked up at the boy with a small smile. "Hello, Welcome to DeFelice Pizza Parlor. How can I help you?" She asked, turning her iPod off.
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Post by :>Sardonyx<: on Feb 28, 2009 21:16:51 GMT -5
"Umm..." Alexander stammered, nervously. "I...uh...saw the ad in the paper. You guys need help?" he asked, flipping his hair out of his face a few times as he spoke. As she looked at him, his cheeks started to flush a little and he bit his lip ring. He averted his eyes to look at the bench, just inches away from where he had his Vans planted.
She had long straight brown hair with light streaks running through them. Normally he didn't notice such things on girls, but his mind functioned artistically and this girl's hair framed her face so perfectly, that he knew she must've taken the advice her hairdresser gave her. Her smile was sweet, the kind of person who shows on the outside as someone you want to get to know better. But in her eyes there was some other emotion that he didn't comprehend. Perhaps it was the long morning taking it's toll on her mind? Or maybe it was something else, not so obvious that he'd have to figure out
Right then and there he wanted to ask her her name but he had to reign back in his mind which was wandering too far from the reason he came here. Oh wouldn't it just be wonderful to have this girl as his coworker? He could chat with her about her favorite music, whatever it was she was listening to through the wires previously dangling from her ears. To see her everyday and feel the warmth of that smile that wasn't fake like every other smile he encountered.
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Post by Neruka on Feb 28, 2009 21:41:43 GMT -5
Miranda was shocked, someone actually showed up! "Uh- Yeah.." She said she never prepared for someone to actually show up, she never believed her brother when he told her that the newspaper would solve all their problems, No She never quite listened to him at all. Mental note: Remember Everything Willard says.
"Umm, So have you had any work experience?" She asked, while she was looking for the job application, another thing she should have listened to Willard about. She finally found one and pushed it towards him, and stuck out a pen for him to take. "I guess..just fill it out.." She truthfully never did this, because no one wanted to work at the pizza place down the street, everyone was more interested in other jobs and so they were forgotten.
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Post by :>Sardonyx<: on Mar 1, 2009 0:39:07 GMT -5
Alexander glanced around and then back at the girl, then removed his left hand from his pocket. He reached up to take the pen and paper, tripping over the bench as he reached over. How clumsy of him. This girl must think I'm a dork! he sympathized with himself. He finally got over to the objects and retrieved them, then sat down to prepare a good application.
Hmm...let's see he thought as he sat down, pen in hand. State your full name Alexander read. Easy enough he thought, putting down Alexander S. Fields. Previous occupation: Huh, I don't think I have one of those. Student? He wrote student in his sloppy cursive, trying hard to make it legible. Penmanship had never been his specialty.
He skimmed through the questions, answering them all to the best of his ability. By the time he was done, it seemed the girl had completely forgotten him. Or at least she made it look that way with that far-off quiet look of hers. He stood up and walked timidly over to her, checking all his answers over like it was a test he certainly didn't want to fail. "Here's my information," he said, with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
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Post by Neruka on Mar 1, 2009 0:52:01 GMT -5
Miranda softly took the paper and read over it. She couldn't make any final decision without her brother Willard's say, but she knew he would get accepted, seeing how Her and her brother were the only employees.
She was about to say something when her brother walked out, he was about to make a delivery when he saw his sister holding a job application, and it was actually completed! He walked over to the two. "Hello." He said.
Miranda handed the paper up to her brother without speaking, and he looked over it and with a huge grin spread upon his face he said. "Normally we'd go through a interview..but I can tell you'll be a good worker, Your hired." Willard said shaking his hand, then picked the pizza back up and walked out the door.
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Post by :>Sardonyx<: on Mar 1, 2009 0:58:31 GMT -5
Alexander let out a little sigh between lips shaped like an "o". Why had he thought this would be hard? "Thank you, sir," he said, and when he had left, his gaze moved back to the girl. "Willard McFarland...that's his name, right?" he asked her, casually. He had read it in the paper, but it had not mentioned the other employees. "So, what're you reading?" Alexander asked, resting his arms on her podium and looking down at the papers that were scattered over it.
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Post by Neruka on Mar 1, 2009 1:06:19 GMT -5
"Yup, that's my brother." Miranda said, reading a few of her poems. She then looked up. "Umm...Just a few poems I wrote..." She said with a small smile, someone actually noticed. That was a first. She handed one of the pieces of paper to him. "I don't think their really good...I'm not the best writer..my brother is..but yeah." Miranda said softly.
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Post by :>Sardonyx<: on Mar 1, 2009 1:21:40 GMT -5
Alexander shrugged and picked up the sheet of paper on top, smiling as he read the title: Speak. Simple, but full of meaning, for speech was the very thing that could change lives. He read on:
Lay down my pride and let go of my soul All my words combined into one flowing speech My heart burns passion like flaming coal Yet the words can't come, though I beg and beseech
Should a compatible spirit come sit by me And show me how such a feat should be done This time I wouldn't get up and flee For he'd be my light, my ever shining sun
His hands trembled a bit as he read the last line. A sun? She wants a sun? He raised his eyes to reach hers, his expression of almost horror. Was this really how she was feeling? "It...it's beautiful," Alexander said, cracking a small smile. He handed the paper back to her and sat down in the chair next to her. "So umm...what's your name?" he asked, curiously.
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Post by Neruka on Mar 1, 2009 1:32:01 GMT -5
Miranda blushed slightly, she blushed very easily. She looked up with a smile dancing across her face. "Miranda Mcfarland." She said. She pulled her sleeves up to the middle of her palms, she looked over at a nearby tabel pretending to be checking on customers, the problem was there was very few at this time, and their last ones just left. "No one comes in at this time..." She said looking at the empty table. "But In a few hours..it'll be almost full." She now felt that she sounded like a idiot, and so shut up.
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Post by :>Sardonyx<: on Mar 1, 2009 1:52:38 GMT -5
"Oh..." Alexander said, looking around at the few tables that were filled. "Do you...want to teach me how to do this?" he asked Miranda hesitantly. If it got much busier than this he doubted he'd ever catch on. Better to start with the easier stuff first. "Is there some trick to it?" he asked, laughing at his own question.
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Post by Neruka on Mar 1, 2009 2:06:21 GMT -5
"It's really quite simple. You take the persons order, write it down. Then You basically add up the price." She pointed up towards the Menu board. "You go by those prices, then tell the customer, then you bring the slip to the back, where Willard does the rest!" She said with a smile. "See not that hard. "Now if you were making pizza's that would take longer...and to be truthful I don't know what Willard wants to to do."
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Post by :>Sardonyx<: on Mar 1, 2009 2:17:49 GMT -5
Alexander picked up a notepad from the stack and a pen nearby. He clicked it so it was open and looked up at Miranda. "Just write?" he said. "Psh, I can do that." He clicked the pen closed again and put it in his pocket along with the notepad. Whether or not anyone can read my writing is another thing he added to himself. He strutted over to a table where a couple were sitting who were looking over their menus and brought out his notepad and pen, bringing his left hand up to click his pen, quite theatrically. "Well then," he said looking over at the customers. "Are y'guys ready to order?" Alexander asked, a little too loudly. He glanced over at Miranda who was leaning on her podium, examining him. This thought brought a flush to his cheeks. But he turned back to the customers and flashed them a winning smile.
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Post by Neruka on Mar 1, 2009 2:26:38 GMT -5
Miranda watched him, she knew this job wouldn't be a hard one, even a six year old could accomplish this task. Miranda leaned against her podium. She wondered if this was a joke someone was playing on them...Someone finally wanting to work here, it was like a dream come true! She Continued to watch him, all seem good, not like anyone could really mess it up in the first place.
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