Roderich Edelstein
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Cake Bitch
One accessory Roderich will surely be wearing is a frown. It's always fashionable.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 4, 2012 21:04:51 GMT -5
“Thirty-two minutes until 9 o’ clock.” thought one Roderich Edelstein as he watched the back of the last customer leave the coffeehouse for the evening. The old antique Swiss clock in the corner ticked the time for him, filling the sudden silence of the coffeehouse. The coffeehouse was as warm as always but the pungent smell of sweets baking was fading, as the last round of food had been prepared at 7, before the cook had left for the night. Only thirty minutes left until Roderich could officially close the shop because his boss would kill him if he closed the coffeehouse before nine on Wednesday nights. Only if there were no customers around.
Roderich doubted any would come. Sure this was trendy area, but the people out and about on Wednesday nights would surely be more interested in the many bars dotting the area. Roderich’s nose crinkled at the thought of some of those places, one of which he had attended out of mere curiosity. He remembered a woman with a revealing top and a skirt with a hemline that was basically indecent drinking too much and needing to be carried out by her (almost equally drunk) friends. Roderich had decided to never return to that bar again.
Thinking of bars made Roderich remember an odd encounter with a customer a few weeks ago. The woman had been rude, in Roderich’s opinion, and loud (and probably drunk, but that was just Roderich being annoyed). She had spoken German too, with a northern accent that probably came from East Germany. They had argued, recalled Roderich, about pastries and something stupid. Roderich just remembered the frustration he had felt talking to her and the relief when she left, vowing to come back again.
The brunette honestly hoped not. Such uncouth people as the woman always rubbed Roderich the wrong way. He saw nothing charming about the woman whose name he couldn’t recollect. Not that he had anything wrong with women who spoke their minds, or who were assertive but…
Roderich shook his head, his justifications of his ‘dislike’ of the East-German woman getting muddled. He eyed the clock hopefully to be disappointed when he saw it was still twenty to nine. Perhaps he could clock out early? It was only twenty minutes? His boss would see, however, and Roderich didn’t think twenty extra minutes of flicking channels before bed was worth getting reprimanded.
The impatient man did however get out his coat and hold it to his body as he sat and waited for the time to pass. Not like anything would happen in fifteen minutes?
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Post by prussia on Apr 25, 2012 2:28:47 GMT -5
Maria was bored. As bored as one can be while exploring the countless streets of New York City in between projects. She hummed softly, adjusting the scarf that was looped around her throat to keep out the slight chill in the air as her red eyes scanned the store fronts along this street. Wasn’t there anywhere interesting open now? The woman huffed, almost pouting as she rounded the corner and set about the next block with a brisk pace.
There had to be something here that would catch her attention.
Bypassing several bars, Maria only tossed her head as she heard the loud music emanating from the open doors. She couldn’t afford to get drunk, or even have one drink, at the moment – she was in the middle of a long-term job, one that required full attention. Which meant that she wasn’t allowed to show up to work with a hang-over.
Gottverdammt. The world was against her. Why her?
The albino was inwardly whining to herself about how unfair the universe was and how it was totally ignoring how awesome she was, when she stopped right where she was. Her eyes were locked on the front of a German coffee house, one that she hadn’t seen before. How interesting. Maria grinned now, and quickly bounced across the street without a thought to push open the door.
She was immediately wrapped in the scent of coffee and cake, and she couldn’t help but take a deep breath before she stepped fully inside. Maria combed her fingers through her hair as she looked around curiously, smiling a little now when she recognized the different treats that had been so familiar to her back in Berlin. Someone knew their pastries.
Moving closer, Maria’s gaze flicked behind the counter to find an employee, and she paused for just a moment when she recognized him – before pointing a finger directly at his face and cackling loudly, starting to bounce in place again as if she had won something. “I know you! Pastry boy! Kesese, never thought I would see you here!”
[ So so sorry this is late, Rinaboo, my muses had gone MIA for a bit ]
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