The waiter came over to Nathan. "Hey, I'm going to be your waiter today. It's a bit late. Long day at work?" He waited a bit before adding "What can I get you, brother?" He took out his pen and notepad and prepared to write down his order.
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Post by Nathan Baris on Jul 7, 2011 22:34:28 GMT -5
Nathan put the menu down. He had decided what he wanted. "Yeah, it was very long, but not the exciting kind. I'm ready to order. I'll have the Brisket and a glass of beer. Thanks..." He leaned back in his chair and slid the menu over to the edge of the table as he watched the waiter walk away. Naida's statement had bothered him. He now thought that everyone his Grandfather had helped was apart of some type of conspiracy. He shook his head at the thought. That was ridiculous. Surely they had a good reason with why they were doing what they were doing...
He would just ask them about it in the morning, that was the easiest way to get information, to ask for it. If they had nothing to hide, then they would tell him without any problems.
"Right away, sir." The waiter took the order and walked off towards the kitchen. It didn't take him long to return with the tray holding the plated brisket and a tall glass of beer. He gently set both items down on the table. "Enjoy your meal sir. The total comes to $20 dollars. You can pay at the counter on your way out. Let me know if you would like to order anything else." He gave a polite smile and headed off to find his next customer.
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Post by Nathan Baris on Jul 8, 2011 1:15:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, thanks." Nathan just stared at the man until he walked away. He let off an annoyed sigh and took a big bite from his sandwich and began to chew, breathing hard while he contemplated everything that had happened within the past few months. Naida was getting sicker, he could tell even if she didn't talk about it. He would just have to make his own cure to help her get better. The only problem was that he wasn't a scientist, he had no idea in where to start. He took another big bite. Why did things have to get so complicated?
Maybe he should have listened to his mother and became a doctor. He could have studied medicine and saved his sister. Saved? No, he was going to save her. She wasn't dead yet, he wasn't going to stop trying. He took a long gulp of the beer, feeling the smooth taste wash down the back of his throat. He would ask the scientist about everything he needed to know in the morning. If they didn't answer, or they seemed suspicious, then he would take matters into his own hands. Look into things to see if he could get some answers.
He wouldn't be able to do much snooping around in the morning because Rycroft was having that big announcement, so that meant security would be extremely tight. The last thing he needed was to sneak into a secure area, only to get shot down because someone thought he was a spy trying to steal information.
No, he needed something a bit more safe and guaranteed to work. When Naida got some free time he would talk it over with her and come up with a proper plan. She would also be busy with the event, so he would have to wait a good two days. They needed to think things through before taking action. There was no point in rushing into things half baked. Oh great, now she got him thinking like an operative Enforcer...
He forced all thoughts of espionage out of his mind and walked over to pay for his meal. "Give the cook my regards. The meal was great," he said dryly. He opened the door and walked outside to call a taxi, lifting a hand and blowing a sharp whistle to get one to stop. As soon as one pulled over he got in the back seat. "Soaring heights. I've lived here a long time, take the fast route." He gave the man a steady stare, clenching his jaw. He had a headache that was driving him mad.
The driver scowled as Nathan told him to take the fast route. He hated the natives. How was he suppose to make a living always taking the fast route and giving people good deals? He had eight kids to feed and bills to pay. He saw the look Nathan was giving him and decided it was best to comply. He started the car and pulled out to the right, and then heading up north. It didn't take long to drive the few blocks up to the apartment buildings. "Here you go, that will be $8." The drivers scowl deepened as he spoke the price. With prices that low he wasn't going to make a living...
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Naida walked all the way back to the Casa del Luna. Even though it was only about two blocks away, it felt like it took days to get there. Her stomach growled loudly again as she walked into the building. The staff and the few customers inside stared at her oddly as she stood by the door. It was only then that she realized she still had her mask on. Too late to take it off now...
She walked up to the counter and rapped her knuckles on it a few times to get someones attention. "I'll take the Ham and Brie with a ThQ pop. I'll take it to go please..." The waiter nodded his head and left to go get her meal. She was exhausted from not eating all day and from all the walking. And then there was the fact that she had drained her powers... She flexed her fingers a couple of times and stared at them. She would practice making sparks in the morning to get stronger. The waiter came back with her sandwich in a bag to go along with her soda . She nodded her thanks and paid the guy $7 for the meal. "Thanks..." She walked out the Cafe and on to the street. She raised a hand to signal a Taxi. When one stopped for her she got in and took a bite of her sandwich. "Soaring heights apartments, please." She said with her mouth still full of food. The driver nodded his head and took off down the street.
((-7 dollars for meal and $8 for Taxi. Subtracting $15 from bag. ))
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((Continued from Bernard Knapp’s Apartment)) ((Heat Waves- warming the corners of my heart SP 8-3/9 of 40))
Brushing off the snow, Bernard walked through the doors to Casa del Luna and took a deep breathe inhaling the pleasing aroma that filled the warm air. He had always wanted to indulge the extravagant delicacies found within these walls but had been forbidden to darken its doors in his former attire. Walking over to a small booth he removed his coat, folding it neatly beside him as he sat down and waited for the waiter. Opening the menu, a quick scan of the offerings already had his mouth watering. They all looked so appetizing he could hardly choose.
The waiter noticed Bernard sitting at his table and quickly walked over to serve him. "Hello, sir. Sorry for the wait.. I will be your waiter for today. Are you ready to order, or do you still need some time to decide?"
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”It all looks so good it’s hard to choose but I think I’m ready.” Bernard replied.” I’ll try the corned beef hash and some…” He fingered down the list. “…cinnamon hot cakes. Coffee …black and a paper if you have one,” he added folding up the menu and placing it back in the holder.
Bernard sipped on his coffee, possibly the best he had ever tasted, fingering through the newest edition of the Osirus Daily Chronicle. Even days after the even on the crossing there still seemed to be plenty of coverage on the Gabriel’s Crossing incident. There was even some speculation that the lone biker was some opportunist who happened by the heist loosely tying the “unknown” assailant to a series of crimes earlier that day within the slums. The article went on to say that the police have no evidence to support these wild speculations although they are looking into the possibility that the incidents are related. Yet have produced no real leads.
”What a shame.” Bernard thought smugly setting aside the paper as the plates of steaming hot food were placed in beside him. As with the nacho and cheese dish last night at the club, it didn’t take the famished patron long to put away his breakfast, pausing briefly to give the waiter a satisfied thumbs up when asked if everything was up to standard. Washing the food down with the remainder of his coffee, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and pushed the empty dishware to the center of the table. He placed $10 under the corner of the plate and prepared to endure the bitter cold walk to MegoMart Super Center.
“Thank you.”He expressed appreciatively to the staff as he exited into the snow covered street.
((removing $10 from inventory))
((To be continued at MegoMart Misc Clothing and Electronics Shops))
((Continued from MegoMart Shopping Center)) ((Casa de Luna Food Purchases . -$30 + $6 tip))
Bernard took a seat and placed his order when the server arrived. He had so much enjoyed the corned beef hash on the previous visit he sampled it once again. A helping of buttermilk pancakes and a black coffee completed the sit down portion of the purchase. Fingering through the paper early morning edition of the Daily Chronicle the Sensitive was disappointed to find naught a word of the bank robbery within its pages. It would seem the crime had taken place after the edition had already gone to press. He would make a mental note to accommodate such nuances in the future.
When the waiter returned he placed the remainder of the order reciting from memory a three egg omelet, buttermilk pancakes, a Bon bon, two hot cakes and a large coffee to go. Bernard leisurely finished his delicious meal and the waiter brought Mr Kim’s warm care package as requested. Belly full, he paid the man stepping back out into the streets and hailing a cab for the return trip.