14 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
15 Years
Female
"Fleece"
Wooly-Wooly
U.A First Year
Played by: Boko
|
Post by Bibiana Watame on May 17, 2021 18:27:52 GMT -4
It was a pleasant afternoon. Air was nice, filled with the muffled sound of a busy city, sunrays created reflections that danced on glass windows. It felt slow and soft like the world was covered in a dim, yet warm light. On times like this, Bibiana liked to be outside, between people, strolling through the streets. Passers-by were making the most of those lazy hours. Distant laugh and chatter made her ears twitch, a shy, longing smile appeared in the corner of pink lips and died, like a blown-out candle. She wasn't in high spirits. Cheerfulness around her seemed too distant. As she walked through clean and neatly paved avenues, Bibi was looking at people around with a thoughtful look. Last night was full of sweat and bloody nightmares, sleepiness disappeared at third in the morning, and time to dawn seemed stretching like an eternity... The rising sun felt like a relief, but the heavy feeling in her chest leeched on this uneasiness. It took Bibiana some time to get ready, thinking that a visit to the shopping district would ease her worries and energize her tired mind. Wrong. Instead, it awoke some nostalgic memories.
Mamma used to take her to places like this. Be it fancy shopping centers, a regular cafe, or a crepe stand near the train station - they always enjoyed themselves to the fullest. Of course, Eliana was walking around the town incognito, with her hair tied in silk shall and with pair of black sunglasses... They loved dressing up in clothing stores, looking up the accessories and cosmetics, staying for dinner in an Italian restaurant, where her mother would always sigh, that no one in Japan could make her a decent parmigiana. Oh, how Bibi missed those afternoons... Closing up her eyes, she took a heavy breath. She missed her mother so much, she felt her heart start to crack. Nostalgia sank in especially hard when Bibiana was wandering alone through the avenues and streets, reminiscing about... Times from not so long ago. Loneliness was new, was dangerous, yet viciously promising. Solitude did not carry within the possibility of loss...
The girl stopped abruptly without even realizing. Something smelt appetizing, carrying the luscious aroma of herbs and olive oil. Hunger, covered in layers of overthinking and memories suddenly reminded Bibi of its existence. Right. She had no breakfast and she skipped lunch too... Taking care of herself with such a weak appetite and tendency to forget about meals was a difficult chore lately. Not like she wasn't eating on purpose, it was just slipping her mind... Her eyes glanced at the windows of the restaurant before her. So be it, maybe a nice meal would raise her mood? Bibi doubted it, but it wouldn't hurt to have her stomach filled. Appetite was the other matter. She walked in, looking around with careful curiosity. The interior piqued her interest - the restaurant was clean, tastefully arranged, waiters were wearing proper outfits. The scent in the air betrayed the presence of good cooks.
Time to wait for a waiter and ask for a table for one. On the side, away from people's eyes... Or maybe next to the grill? Bibiana seriously started craving some grilled seitan...
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2021 0:49:29 GMT -4
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]we rise in the dying [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]If Bibiana turned her gaze towards the grills, that's where they would fall upon the familiar visage of Tyrodin, dressed in a white dress-shirt, sleeves rolled up, and a brown vest buttoned over it, tied together with a pair of gray slacks. Needless to say, the goat boy was very much dressed to impress. Though, it was probably a bit of a surprise to run into a student here at the establishment, and behind the grill, no less. He had quite the crowd drawn around his area, ranging from businessmen, to young women, and even a couple of families - children included, obviously. He had his eyes closed with a soft smile curled upon his lips as he leaned over the built-in sink, taking his time to wash his hands while conversing with the patrons. The energy was inviting, and he gave off a sort of alluring aura with how friendly he was being. It wasn't too different from how he tended to be at UA, but there was just that little extra spark that seemed to draw in a bit more interest than usual.
As he finished drying his hands, he soon pulled out a small notebook and a pen from his vest's breast pocket, jotting down the orders that each customer wished to partake in. There were orders for something as simple as fried rice, others for steak or fish, and even orders for Western dishes one wouldn't expect to be an option in a Japanese restaurant. Then again, that was the beauty of a fusion restaurant - so much more to choose from outside of the traditional Japanese cuisine, allowing both natives and foreigners to sample flavors they weren't used to. But exactly what could Tyrodin offer that you wouldn't typically find in any other establishment? Well... there was only one way for Bibiana to find out. An empty chair was left at one of the corners of the grill, a small child and their mother the only other patrons beside it. ulla [newclass=.we1]background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/YKoLnL0.jpg);height:380px;width:400px;padding-top:120px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.avatar]background-color:#363636;width:50%;padding:10px;opacity:.9;transition:1s;border:#666 1px solid;padding-top:30px;padding-bottom:30px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.lost1]font-size:12px;font-family:Alegreya Sans SC;color:#fff;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;background-color:#363636;opacity:.9;border:#666 1px solid;width:50%;transition:1s;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lost1]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .avatar]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.rise]padding-top:25px;height:475px;width:400px;background-color:#272727;opacity:.8;margin-top:200px;transition:2s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .rise]margin-top:-360px;transition:1.5s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1]width:80%;padding:10px;background-color:#1a1a1a;border:#444 1px solid;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.mouths1]color:#eee;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;height:370px;overflow:auto;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.lying1]width:80%;padding:3px;background-color:#1a1a1a;color:#777;font-size:10px;text-align:left;border:#444 1px solid;margin-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .dying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:7px;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-track-piece]background:#444;border-left:3px solid #1a1a1a;border-right:3px solid #1a1a1a;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#000;border:#444 1px solid;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1 b]color:#508ACC[/newclass][googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC] |
|
14 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
15 Years
Female
"Fleece"
Wooly-Wooly
U.A First Year
Played by: Boko
|
Post by Bibiana Watame on May 20, 2021 15:46:05 GMT -4
It was a nice place, indeed. Despite the sophisticated aura, it got this cozy, relaxing vibe Bibiana seemed to need today. She could just enjoy some nice food and that's it, no more obligation from this day, right? Wouldn't hurt to try taking things easy for the afternoon. Overthinking wasn't doing her any good after all, neither did an empty stomach.
The girl would walk slowly to the center of the restaurant, greeted by one of the waiters, who provide her with basic feedback about any free space she could occupy. While kindly waving towards the long tables with the grill, she glanced that way and her eyes widened slightly. Thanking the lad, Bibi took her moment to decide where to sit, though truly, she was looking at her classmate. Tyrodin. They did not have much interaction since the school years started, but his distinctive personality made him stand out from the class. It's not like she was visibly surprised to see him on the other side of the restaurant, working, but it occurred to her that it surely was unusual. From all the places in the shopping district... Saying that fate was involved would be quite the stretch, but perhaps it was just a pinch of lack. Maybe a familiar, friendly face was what she needed... And a hot meal of course.
Approaching the last empty chair in the corner, she caught herself looking at the boy thoughtfully. There was something in his gestures and smiles... Yeah, Bibiana knew what it was - professionality. She saw it many times when her mother was flowing gracefully on catwalks or her father with his stern and confident tone was explaining details about his new operating system. It was in the focused movement, in the shape of theirs smile, the fashion of their speech. Tyrodin got a knack for it. Helping people order, entertaining them with conversations, easily making small talk with kids and their parents as well as elderly and seriously looking office workers - Tyrodin was clearly in his element. Not to mention that his knifework and cooking ability got quite the skill.
The girl smoothed the front of her simple, green dress and took her place on the chair. Seemed he hasn't spotted her yet, but she wasn't going to wave at busy Tyrodin to catch his attention - it be rude, and she did not mind in the slightest waiting for her turn to order. Instead, Bibiana couldn't help but watch and smile a little with inner appreciation and content. She admired the dedication to have a job - while still being an underage student of U.A of all things, who needs to keep track of their grades, training, improvement of their quirks, and presentation for future internship offers... That was a lot on Tyrodin's plate and all of this was worthy of respect. Despite them having maybe two short conversations at the school ground, she appreciated the brief insight on his dedication to hard work. And thus said, from now on her estimation of him would lead to taking him in defense if she would even be a witness of belittling of her hard-working classmate. Period.
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2021 17:50:47 GMT -4
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]we rise in the dying [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]The sound of a chair gently scraping against the restaurant's wooden floor caught his ears, the boy's head turning to lay his green eyes upon Bibiana. They widened ever-so-slightly, as he wasn't expecting to see a classmate here. However, he was not at all deterred by her appearance, oh no. If anything, it was a very pleasant surprise to see a familiar face outside of the usual patrons. As a matter of fact, a friendly face brought him great joy here, as it meant he might be able to surprise them with some delicious food. He had already planned to do so at UA, but he'd yet to find an opportune time for it.
Thinking on it for a moment, Bibiana was one of the few he had the chance to speak with since the first meeting with his classmates. She had defended him and the panda boy Kazuma when another young man referred to them as "stuffed toys". Personally, he wasn't all that bothered by it. If anything, he found it a little funny because he could see how he and the other could probably be seen as such. But Bibiana stood firmly on that, insisting that the man be more respectful towards his fellows, regardless of appearance. It was probably the first time in a long time that he'd had someone stand up for him like that, now that he thought about it. He was quite glad to establish friendly connections with her.
He turned and stepped forward to the girl, offering a slight bow with a hand placed over his heart, those green eyes slowly shifting a deep, royal violet as they half-lidded, a smile curled upon his lips as he spoke. "Good evening, Miss. My name is Tyrodin, and I will be your cook tonight. Please, do feel free to take your time to look through the menu. We offer a variety of dishes here, ranging from traditional Japanese cuisine, to items on the Western front. If you're looking for something more delicate, I can offer a few European dishes. On the other hand, if you are feeling more adventures, I could recommend from my personalized secret menu as well. Whatever you are feeling." There was something about Tyrodin whenever he was here at his work place. The professional aura he exuded was a constant, and it were almost like he were an entirely different person. Like a butler, or even a prince, if one dared to view him as such. To him it was merely him being a professional who enjoyed his work. ulla [newclass=.we1]background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/YKoLnL0.jpg);height:380px;width:400px;padding-top:120px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.avatar]background-color:#363636;width:50%;padding:10px;opacity:.9;transition:1s;border:#666 1px solid;padding-top:30px;padding-bottom:30px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.lost1]font-size:12px;font-family:Alegreya Sans SC;color:#fff;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;background-color:#363636;opacity:.9;border:#666 1px solid;width:50%;transition:1s;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lost1]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .avatar]opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.rise]padding-top:25px;height:475px;width:400px;background-color:#272727;opacity:.8;margin-top:200px;transition:2s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .rise]margin-top:-360px;transition:1.5s;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1]width:80%;padding:10px;background-color:#1a1a1a;border:#444 1px solid;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.mouths1]color:#eee;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;height:370px;overflow:auto;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.lying1]width:80%;padding:3px;background-color:#1a1a1a;color:#777;font-size:10px;text-align:left;border:#444 1px solid;margin-top:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;opacity:0;transition:1s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .dying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying:hover .lying1]opacity:1;transition:1s;transition-delay:2.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar]width:7px;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-track-piece]background:#444;border-left:3px solid #1a1a1a;border-right:3px solid #1a1a1a;[/newclass][newclass=.trying ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#000;border:#444 1px solid;[/newclass][newclass=.dying1 b]color:#508ACC[/newclass][googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC] |
|
14 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
15 Years
Female
"Fleece"
Wooly-Wooly
U.A First Year
Played by: Boko
|
Post by Bibiana Watame on May 29, 2021 16:41:15 GMT -4
Seated at the table, Bibiana took a deep, slow breath, suddenly feeling at ease. Maybe it was aura here, or maybe it's hard to worry when good food is involved, but just a little the heaviness on her shoulders lifted. Raising her head, the girl looked up at the tasteful paintings on the walls, the distinct and discrete decorations here and there, and warm lights falling on the tables. In her previous life, she would love to bring her mum here, perhaps asking out her dad for a brunch at this restaurant, yet... Here she was, sitting alone. Even if Bibi was persuading herself that was what she wanted, something pricked the back of her head in disagreement. Well, there was no more time to ponder about it - the waiter walked up to her... The same face she saw yesterday in class, looking different with the composed, expert-like look greeted her elegantly. Bibiana couldn't help but smile gently at this presentation, joining both hands together. In all honesty, she was grateful to see someone familiar.
"Good evening. Thank you for your assistance Mr. Tyrodin." Bibiana took the menu, bowing her head slightly and placing it before her on the counter. Her hunger was in the same state as her curiosity - waiting to be quenched, so why not? "I'd like to try the secret menu, but I might add that I'm a devoted vegetarian." What could a classmate serve her? Bibiana loved to cook herself, but she wasn't exactly professional... But working at the restaurant would mean that the level of skills required is higher than an average home cook could possess. And her vegetarian diet was possibly something inherited from her father. His Ram Quirk gave her some of his appearance and maybe inability to digest meat fiber. Dairy and fats were perfectly compatible with her gastric acids, but on the other hand, meat would easily upset her stomach... The girl opened the menu, turning pages to find the beverages section. "I'd like a matcha latte too." Bibi added politely.
It certainly did not feel bad to forget about everything else and enjoy this little, professional performance Tyrodin was ready to stage.
|
|
