EMPTINESS [open]

[KIMIKO YOSHIDA]

[atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, border-top: #f16587 solid 10px; border-bottom: #f16587 solid 10px, btable][style= width: 300px; padding: 10px; background: #111111; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; color: #DDDDDD; font-family: arial; line-height: 11px;]The day was not cold, but not summer hot either, which was a good thing. The perfect medium temperature, in Kimiko's opinion. Of course, if Kimberly were to show up, she take half her clothes off. Good thing Kimiko hadn't had any cases for the last 2 weeks. It was good, but also suspicious. These new pills she had been taking seemed to be better than the previous ones, but she'd be dead tired by 9 in the evening. School here was nice though. The girls weren't as mean as her previous schools and the guys didn't hit on her too much. Maybe she had changed or maybe guys could tell she wasn't as pure as she seemed. Well, Kimiko had never even kissed on the lips, only on the cheek, but Kimberly had done everything there was to do with her body. Kimiko felt dirty, when in fact, she had never been held by a boy. It was confusing, so she never told this to anyone. It wasn't exactly a topic she liked to discuss. "Hello, I'm Kimiko and I suffer from multiple personality disorder. Nice to meet you!" Yeah, that would make a heck of a conversation. Sighing, Kimiko decided she wanted a tea. Looking around, she saw a cute looking café. The name, Sakura, was appealing as well so she decided to try it. Once she was in, she was sure she had made the right choice. Not knowing if she could simply sit down or if she had to wait to be led to a table, Kimiko stood there, wanting to ask someone. But who? [/style]

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[HISAYO NAKAI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2m6vdcm.jpg); width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #999999;, bTable] [style= margin-top: 10px; background-color: #EE52A7; padding: 15px; font-weight: 100; color: #eeeeee; font-family: helvetica neue; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 19px; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 26px;]21st CENTURY GIRL[/style][style= margin-top: 05px; background-color: #EE52A7; padding: 5px; color: #eeeeee; font-family: helvetica neue; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 15px;]568 words[/style][style=position: relative; right: 40px; top: -15px; float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 8px; background-color: #EE52A7; margin-top: -80px;][/style] [style=width: 400px; background-color: #f9f8f8; overflow: auto; font: 12px Tahoma; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; ] The notion of going in cognito was completely foreign to Hisayo, though it didn’t give her self-assigned reconnaissance mission any less validity. It had been an unpleasant battle to assign her to the kitchen, where she wouldn’t be in constant danger of accidentally-on purpose forgetting the café’s expected code of conduct and openly hitting on the male clientele. They underestimated her will and creativity in getting the message across, but so long as her supervisor believed she was not in a position to do, she thought of herself as actually free to continue her lewd propositioning on the down low for as long as she could. She may be quarantined to the kitchen but the waitresses could still act as her eyes and her go-between, if she could convince them to help out in that aspect. The young woman was presented with an interesting new challenge, however, if the first impression she would be sending was through the food she was supposed to prepare for them. Hisayo had made it a point to not ever prepare her own meals if she could help it, and her mother had never been the type to tackle complex recipes. Things like plate presentation and organic ingredients were out of the question so long as the meal was edible. There wasn’t anyone she could immediately call upon to tutor her in the ways of cooking, but she refused to allow the learning curve to tarnish her reputation and impede her man-chasing even a little. It was then that the idea came to her: if she was going to try to draw inspiration from other cooks to better prepare herself, why not also get an idea of what to expect from her direct competition? The rivalry between the two cafes meant she had to perform just as well compared to them if she wished to maintain her reputation. Getting the princess treatment was just a bonus on top of it all. In typical Hisayo fashion, she swaggered into the café, working her hips as ostentatiously as possible. It was a wonder that she even cleared the door without incident considering her already above-average height, combined with her towering hair-do and platform heels. She had on a soft pink lace dress that ended with tiers of ruffles, though her demeanor was anything but ladylike. With her sunglasses still on, she scanned the bustling café for open tables. Not wanting to wait even a moment longer than needed, the young woman decided to turn on the charm and zeroed in on another girl who seemed to be waiting for someone to take notice. “Hey!” she said, smiling widely as she approached Kimiko. “Awww girl, what are you doing? You didn’t have to get your ass up from the table to meet me, what if they thought you were going to leave and tried to give away your spot? You’re really too sweet.” Hisayo took the stranger by the arm and gave a gentle but firm tug towards the interior of the café, this being the cue for the other girl to play along. With her free hand, she pointed to a vacant booth just a few feet away. “This must be it, right? Oh, they gave you such a nice spot, it would have sucked if some dumb hoes had gotten it instead of us. Cept we get to be the smug bitches with the prime real estate.” [/style]

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[KIMIKO YOSHIDA]

[atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, border-top: #f16587 solid 10px; border-bottom: #f16587 solid 10px, btable][style= width: 300px; padding: 10px; background: #111111; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; color: #DDDDDD; font-family: arial; line-height: 11px;]The cafe had a nice atmosphere. It was calm and quiet, it was well illuminated and the waiters were all in butlers costumes. Kimiko had never seen anything like it. In fact, most of the guys working here were actually very cute. The pink haired felt her face turn the same shade as her hair. Luckily for her, people sometimes thought it was just the reflex of her hair color on her face. It was a bit stupid, but it worked. Out of no where, a woman started talking to Kimiko as if they'd known each other for a long time. Was she crazy?! On top of that, she grabbed Kimiko by the arm and lead her to a table. Well, at least Kimiko was now seated but still, all she wanted was to enjoy her tea quietly and now it didn't seem possible anymore. This was confusing Kimiko all what she did not need in her life was confusion. However, she was so taken back by this girls attitude she just couldn't say no to whatever she was planning. Blue eyes took a second look to the girl in front of her. Her sunglasses prevented Kimiko from seeing her eyes but she was gorgeous. Her body was well developed and she wasn't afraid to show it, unlike Kimiko. The woman screamed confidence. Sighing, the pink haired decided to go along with the girl. All she wanted was her tea. - I'll have a mint tea and a plain croissant please. she simply stated. Maybe this girl would agree to just sit on the same table. Kimiko was usually very kind and friendly but she was confused about this girl's intentions. And if there was one thing Kimiko disliked was confusion. So instead of thinking about it, she decided to just ignore it. Besides, she had her table now. [/style]

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