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Post by Narcissa King on Nov 26, 2019 16:43:57 GMT -4
She was pacing back and forth, it was not that this person was late, it was just that she was impatient. The thing was that she had been waiting for a help for ages. Two months took so long, when you did not know where to look or how to talk. She still wasn't good with Japanese in general but it was going okay. She had managed to find someone that would understand her and that she could maybe hire but the question was how good that worked. She liked her private space, she liked understanding and working on the situation that was here or well that was why she was here. She wanted to be able to stop this whole fiasco, the world would have to see what dangers they were going to endure if they did this but for now it was bullshit. It was... she was so incapable of doing shit, it was ridiculous. She was like a spoiled, a spoiled... princess! She hated that she had no idea how to clean her house and she had basically thrown every little shit piece that she couldn't put somewhere else in the study so the maid did not have to see it. It was a miracle that Narcissa had been able to cook.
Again pacing back and forth, it did not calm down her nerves. She looked at her watch, thank god she could get her day off. She wasn't sure what to say, what to think. How would you hire a maid on your own, her mother always had been about the household. It was ridiculous how difficult this idea was. She heard her own heels clack on the white marble floor, her penthouse in a security building that the government offered still looked very empty. There was a bit of ornaments but barely but there were papers everywhere, dictionaries in different sizes and so on. Maybe she should ask the languages that this person would speak it would work if she couldn't read English though. Maybe she should try to read back into Bajan but her mother had not spoken to her in Bajan for years. She was too tired for this, she needed people, she needed to get into contact with others to be able to get what she wanted to do, for hallelujah sake. By the life of her father, she would have her revenge eventually.
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Post by Tori Takeda on Nov 28, 2019 12:59:49 GMT -4
"A new client huh? Seems like a rich one too." She took a sip of her whiskey, the ice keeping it cold as she leafed slowly through the papers she'd been given by the agency. Narcissa King. Foreign name, probably meant foreign accent, so she'd need to be extra attentive to her words, make sure she understood exactly what she said. Plus, considering she was hiring a maid despite being foreign it meant she was either the professional business type who needed the place cleaned while she was gone, a princess type who needed everything done for her because Mommy and Daddy has previously taken care of everything... or a woman who was looking for a 'distinctly local experience'. The thought of it being the last one made her growl, downing her whiskey and sliding the glass across the table. With a small sigh she brushed her wavy hair from her face, tiredly leaning back as she stared into the ceiling, the sound of the TV in the background feeling so distant. She wondered if the agency gave her these jobs simply because she was experienced or because she was more or less guaranteed to not say no. Often, the overly rich clients were the troublesome ones... she still remembered the incident from a few years ago where she broke that guy's orbital socket with her elbow. Asshole deserved it. The job started tomorrow and the digital clock sitting on her kitchen counter ticked over to 1AM. Usual time she went to sleep, though usually not by choice. It was difficult to know just how long she was ever going to be out at a time... so 1AM was generally a safe bet to keep her sleep schedule on track and maintain the healthy glow that was so important in her face. Even with her copious drinking habits. With a short sigh, she stood from her kotatsu, taking another swig of whiskey from the bottle before putting the cap on lazily and going upstairs to slip into bed, hoping that whoever this new client was, they'd go easy on her. ------- The next morning went as normal. Sliding out of bed, taking a moment to pop an an anti-hangover tablet, then plodding through to the bathroom to get ready. Today she couldn't let her character slip. It was very important that on her first meeting with any client that they got the best impression they could, that was often the impression that lasted. After that, she could slowly start to let the character relax a bit as the days and weeks went on but for now... she had to be Tori Takeda, the happy, jolly, merry maid. Merry Maid...She took a moment for that name to sink in again. It was the name she'd chosen one night while watching the news about the new Hero system. Staring into the mirror, Tori remembered the feeling of a light being turned on for the first time in her life. A Hero! That's what she could be! That would get her recognition and money at the same time! But the sight of her staring at herself, tired and frustrated in the mirror brought her back to reality. It had been almost three years since then and she was still here. Still a maid. Still cleaning people's fucking toilets. Who could ever take her seriously as a hero? Who could look at a woman in a maid costume and say 'She'll save us!'... Scowling, she pulled on her dress and apron, pulling the white tights up underneath the skirt of the dress. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror again, sighing in contempt. Tori Takeda... the Merry Maid. The Hero that never was and never would be. It took the usual amount of time to straighten her hair, fashioning it into the signature pigtails and pangs combination that made up her maid look, alongside her makeup and the final touch, the frilly headband that she hated so much. One more look in the mirror... this wasn't Tori Takeda anymore. This was an entirely different person. A woman just happy to serve with a smile! And she hated that person.It only took another ten minutes for her to be out the door, sliding her shoes on as she stepped out, cleaning products in her car. A quick stretch and a moment to check the car for any ice build up considering it was November and she was on her way, driving to her client's home. On the way there her expression shifted slowly but surely, from a troubled and frustrated middle aged woman to a perfect little angel of a maid that you'd read about in fairy tales. The one that Prince Charming would sweep off her feet; that would do anything their master or mistress said without question and do it with a smile. She prided herself on being able to leave her private life behind, for being able to really be the Merry Maid. No matter her personal feelings about the character, it was why she was hired. It's what the client wanted and it's what the client would get. And in return, she'd get paid. Her body language become more bubbly, 'moe' as they called it, as well as well as sitting up straighter in the driver's seat. Her usual slouch gently slipped away into a stance more befitting a prim, proper lady of the house. Only a few minutes later, she was pressing upon the doorbell of the house, cleaning products on hand. Normally, one would have been impressed by the grandiose nature of the house, if there was one, or mesmerized by the wealth on display. Tori had seen it all by this point. She'd worked for every client under the sun in her 5 long... loooong years as a maid; from hole-in-the-wall apartments and dives to family homes to impossibly huge mansions. To her, houses were now just vehicles for dirt and grime... and it was her job, no matter how grueling, to remove that dirt. No matter how much she detested it. |
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Post by Narcissa King on Dec 1, 2019 5:47:38 GMT -4
She stopped and checkedher watch. Narcissa noticed that at any given time the maid would be here and that meant she had to calm down. The whole charade of being nice and proper was something she would have to put upon her face. She would have to apologize for her incapability of knowing what to do when it came to her house. She had always been busy with school, with learning politics. With that job that she did not want to think about but as she did she groaned to herself and headed into the kitchen. Should she put the coffee machine on so they could talk first and she as her mask-personality would admit ashamed that she had no idea what to do. Yes, that personality would, the real Narcissa would never admit to her failures or capabilities. That was on the one hand very nice to be here, no one seemed to know. No whispers about the hero Catwoman from Barbados, nothing. It seemed to be going splendid, surely some knew in the government, they treated her like a porcelain doll.
One that could break any moment but not in the way they imagined.
No, not at all. They expected her to sob and cry for help, appraise the heroes that were here and she would do so. For them. Of course it was on her list to meet every possible hero that Tokyo and Musutafu or whatever it was called had. It should be around only fifteen it must be a piece of cake. Maybe she could slip a word of holding a banquet for thanking them after all the work they had done. What a sweet idea, while in reality she couldn't wait to talk to them, strangle them in case it was necessary when they did not see her point of view. After all, she knew she was right. She experienced it. They would maybe be saved, those kids though.
She heard the doorbell and quickly pushed on the button of the coffee maker before she turned to her front door, see daydreaming did not bring you anywhere. But maybe she had to scribble it down later and she quickly hurried off to open the door to her home and she stared at the maid. "Japan still use these outfits?" She asked surprised but quickly shook her head, brushed the hair behind her eyes and let the woman in, how could you be a maid for a living? Seriously some people- wait she should not finish that thought, she was stuck in a loop of endless masks. "I am sorry I am just surprised," They only used it for the tourists in Barbados, but maybe she could be considered one. "My name is King Narcissa, thank you for coming already." She would guide the person if she let her to the kitchen that was on the right, it was an open space with a kitchen island and when you crossed the hallway a little up to the right you would find the open space of the living room which contained her dinner table as well. Next to the kitchen was a bathroom, her bedroom and at the end of the hall was her study and it was all barely decorated for sure. Suddenly she was kind of aware how empty it all looked. Eh probably easier to clean.
"I am not really sure how this goes," considering the woman already brought her cleaning stuff, she thought this was an interview but than again it showed motivation. "Would you like something to drink?" It was a start, right? And she should stop talking English and get more used to that Japanese, where was her dictionary?
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Post by Tori Takeda on Dec 15, 2019 11:54:18 GMT -4
She felt herself twitch a little at the initial reaction, biting back a quick retort, though considering how good she'd become at acting this would be hard to spot. After all, as her boss said, she had to learn to eat customer's bullshit and like the taste of it. Metaphorically, of course. The fact that she'd used English first pretty much confirmed that she was a foreigner and the rather rude introduction was, unfortunately, all too common to Tori. When someone worked in a service like hers, they tended to get treated like automatons, as if they existed only to the job that was assigned to them. One of these days she felt like she was going to strangle someone. That thought made her frustrated and uncomfortable. She'd had violent thoughts before but never when she was on the job. Things were starting to bleed over, her two lives merging into one... she needed to get away. A holiday, a day trip, fucking anything at this point. She'd only been around this woman for a few seconds and already she was pushing her close to the precipice of breakdown. Still, here she was. She had a job to do and she was going to do it, no matter how much it made her want to kill people. After all, she'd just have to clean up the blood afterwards. Tori responded in English as best she could. Sometimes her English was a little spotty but it was the one subject in school she actually did alright in; plus she'd had plenty of practice using it with foreign clients like herself. "Good evening, mistress~ I hope you are having a lovely day~ Indeed we do wear these outfits at Kurama Maids Inc., we like to give out customers the most authentic experience possible!~" She stuck her hip to one side and formed her fingers into a heart over her chest, winking with a smile that looked as genuine as any other. But inside she wanted to vomit. She hated this little pose thing they had her do to greet new clients. As she stepped inside at her client's behest, she suddenly switched back to Japanese, which honestly caught Tori by surprise, blinking a little before responding in kind. "It is quite alright mistress~ Only the best for our clients~" Narcissa? Nar-ciss-a. A hard one for her to say but she ran it through a few times in her head, practicing. She'd come across all types of names in her job; so many different people needed maids. So many different people were wealthy enough to afford one. Naassr-ciss-a Ki-ngu... Kiii-ngu... The woman guided her to her kitchen, the entire place seemed fairly open plan which was generally not good. The more open-plan the harder it was to gauge progress and also hide the fact that she was using her damn Quirk to clean stuff. She might actually have to clean something properly and that thought made her mind groan, she hadn't had to do that in so long besides things like dusting or delicate items. Then again she remembered a man who had asked her to fix his broken clock for him, thing must have been about 200 years old. Obviously she had no idea how to fix a clock but... well, she did try at least. Still had a piece of it in her house actually, she never did find where that damn thing was supposed to go in there. "My name is Takeda, Tori!~ Pleasure to meet your acquaintance mistress!~ I do hope we get along well~" Something to drink? A bottle of scotch would go a long fucking way right now, but of course she couldn't ask for that no matter how much she wanted to. She had to be the pure, perfect maid girl who was absolutely lovely and amazing and never did anything wrong~ And when she did she just passed it off as being cute and a little airheaded~ Fuck. FUCK. She hated this damn job. "Oh, you don't need to provide anything for me, mistress~ I'll be juuust fine so long as I get to please you!~" She did that damned pose again, feeling a part of her life slip away every time she did. "Would you like to begin cleaning already?~ Or perhaps you would like to interview me?~ Such is often standard for first client meetings~ I am ready and able to answer your questions, anything you wish mistress!~" The constant switching between English and Japanese was breaking her brain, she hoped that would stop soon. She already came home with a headache most days anyway, she didn't need it from this woman being unable to decide if she wanted to speak one language or another. I'm sure she's a lovely person at heart. Too bad I'm not.--------
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Post by Narcissa King on Dec 18, 2019 11:22:02 GMT -4
She might be confused but the whole thing was that she couldn't imagine that the uniform should be still a standard. This wasn't 19-something. This was 2073 for crying out loud and worse, almost 2074. This was... the company she hired and she took a deep breath, the reviews on the internet had been good and that's all that she could ask for it. She wasn't sure if she liked it, which was weird to say considered that she liked to be pampered and treated like a princess. Right she should start talking in Japanese, she was actually looking around for her dictionary, she had one on paper, it would work the quickest in a way and she liked to hold the pocket edition if she was reading something. She nodded, most authentic, which idiot did decide that? Probably a very old guy who started the company ages ago but for now, she just smiled and invited the woman in. It felt disastrous and stupid already and she might regret it already. The fact, however, did not change that Narcissa had no idea how to clean. She was very proud to say that she did not flinch when the maid made a movement with her fingers and heart shapes but god she hated Japan more than ever. Which idiot. Those were the two words constantly in a vicious circle in her head. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. She simply smiled.
Right eh Japanese, so she apologized, said she was surprised. Yes, and disgusted! But let's not cross that bridge when it wasn't necessary. Wasn't there a company that send someone in their regular cleaning clothes, old ones for all she cared, cleaned the shit got a coffee and left? No? Too difficult for cultural shocking Japan? Her name was Takeda...san.., right? San was the thing. Right, it was fine and she had to find the words to say a pleasure to meet you. "Nice to greet you." Well didn't go entirely well but it also wasn't entirely wrong. She wanted to wave the pose away, fine fine fine, nothing okay. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know." She tried to say, this couldn't be a pretty good job wasn't it? Then why not just grab a drink. She finally noticed her dictionary on the coffee table and took the steps to it and took it in her hands, so she could apologize. "Sorry, Japanese is still hard for me. Ehm," she paused, if she got it right, Tori had caught that Narcissa was confused and asked if she wanted to clean or interview her first. It was weird if she didn't want a drink though, but she returned to her side and took a seat at the kitchen island that functioned as a bar for like two or three people. "I was wondering if you could explain to me how it works, I do need help cleaning indeed. But they did not give me much information that I understood." Throwing it in the translator had been slightly helpful.
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Post by Esperia on Jan 7, 2020 22:49:07 GMT -4
Narcissa has 283 exp and gained 15 exp
Tori has 0 exp and gained 18 exp
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