Post by Evangeline Malak on May 1, 2015 3:43:17 GMT
 I FEEL ALIVE
WHEN I'M WITH YOU @tagged @tagged
It would seem that today of days was the kind of day that this fallen angel loved most. It was a birthday party for her boss, a demon, of The Old Moon Cafe. Evangeline was positively vibrating with the energy she had setting up the rest of the decorations. Her black wings were out and half-way open as she floated within the air a bit to hang a few streamers. Ever so slightly her wings flapped lightly. She thought she was careful, but her wings caught some of the streamers hanging too low and managed to tangle themselves over the black feathers. "Huh? What's going---AAAH!" Evangeline yelped as she dropped to the ground when the streamers had made her wings stop flapping due to her looking to see what she had on them. She looked like a present just waiting for someone to open. She blew up with her lips, causing her bangs and some streamers to fly up a bit. Her amber eyes looked around as she surveyed the rest of the room. They all worked hard to make sure this place looked presentable for their boss, Larse, and his birthday party. Evangeline was excited. Birthday's meant happiness, and it also meant it made others happy, which made her happy in return. Shaking her wings lightly, she jostled them till the streamers fell off and to the floor. Birthdays were a human custom she was familiar with, but never had one herself since she didn't exactly know when she was 'born', 'created', whatever the term may be.
Getting up quickly, she moved to get the cake from the kitchen. Her and Erin had spent hours to perfect this cake and many times Erin had to send Evangeline to the corner to sit while she fixed what Evangeline had did. Who knew putting fireworks in a cake was a bad idea? Evangeline moved quickly to get the cake. It was a German Chocolate cake, a cake Evangeline still couldn't figure out what made it german. "She said it would scream at me in german if I burned it...and I didn't burn it, but I wonder if it will still talk?" Evangeline murmured to herself as she looked at the cake closely, as if it would start to speak and tell her the mysteries of the cake baking world. "Well! I can ask her about that later, best to get this out there while it's still early. Do demons even like cake?" Evangeline's mind wandered a bit as she carried the cake with ease to the table. She was sure she remembered him trying her cake before...or was that Erin's cakes? Evangeline always did like to use a biiiit too much sugar in her mixes. However, she adored her Cafe coworkers and boss. She thought of them as her 'family' though angels really don't have any type of family. The thought made her sad for a moment. I can't ever see heaven again....I cannnot even talk with my Father directly. Though a thousand years separated her from the day she fell, she still agonized over it. Had she left her love of humanity behind and stayed with those in heaven to work from a distance, she would still have her white wings instead of her black ones.
I cannot think of those things...I must remain happy for those around me. Be happy Evangeline, and the world will be happy with you!
Evangeline set the cake down, going to fold some napkins as she realized that the time was almost upon them for Larse to come in for the day. She had looked down at herself. She was wearing a cute white halter sundress with flowers decorating the bottom hem. Her chest, which was considerable, had barely been held back by the dress top, though Evangeline was certain that it would hold. The lady at the dress shop wouldn't lie to her, right? In all honesty, the woman couldn't find clothes that fit Evangeline well, so she usually had to make them by using the measurements she took of Evangeline when the fallen angel first appeared in the shop. Ever since then, Evangeline has been her regular and even did some modeling for some of the woman's latest fashions. Evangeline didn't mind men looking at her, merely because she didn't understand their gazes. Evangeline was an angel created to love and heal humanity, she was once the angel of laughter and song. While she still laughs and sings, she no longer has the job to do that anymore. Her days are spent roaming the earth till the end of days; living as she pleases. However, her existence was lonely at first, she had learned to gain friends along the way. Evangeline pinned her wings to her back as she looked back at them, shaking off the rest of the streamers from them and then putting on her shroud so that nobody could see them. They all knew what she was, she didn't hide it from them, but she thought it was better that nobody saw them.
"Birthday, birthday, birthday!" Evangeline said in an excited giggle, skipping lightly towards the kitchen where papers were lined all along the cabinets and walls. 'Evangeline, please use as much sugar directed.' and 'Don't touch the knives unless necessary!'. She really made an impact in the kitchen. She loved to cook and bake, and she was good at what she did, she just was...clumsy with whatever she had in her hands or really her environment. She isn't sure what caused this side of her to come out, but a thousand years ago, she began to change into the woman she is now. Singing one of her hymns in enochian, the language of angels, she began to clean up her mess she had made earlier when she made some creme puffs for the party as well. She slipped on her "This is not the Angel you are looking for..." apron and got to work, singing as she went the praises to her Father in heaven. Though she couldn't hear him, she hoped he heard her.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 6:15:52 GMT
we're just savages hidden behind shirts ties and marriages It was almost hilarious, actually, how quickly the atmosphere switched between his two occupations -- if he weren't so busy, Royce London would have taken a moment to laugh. The fallen angel had to go from the stern assistant headmaster to (relatively) pleasant cafe manager all in the span of the time it took for him to get between the two locations. Not exactly the most humane of commutes, but then again, he wasn't very human himself, wasn't he? Still, subtlety -- he was not about to become the poster child for the supernatural.
The quiet jingle of the bell on the door signaled his arrival, and Royce briskly made his way to the back. After clocking in for the formality of it, he quickly put his things aside and shed his (very nice and very much designer) coat somewhere safe and out of reach before he cautiously poked his head into the kitchen. Cautiously, yes, because it was none other than Evangeline in the kitchen. The list of things he had to ban from ever being inside the kitchen was probably close to rivaling his own wingspan at this point. Or perhaps it already did, considering that he had heard from Erin very, very recently about the firecrackers. Who in their right mind would bring firecrackers into the kitchen?
He had once pondered if Evangeline fell because of her clumsiness -- and he meant fell as in a fall from grace. Still looking for an appropriate moment to crack that joke, though. That being said, his primary concern right now was not whether or not he could make a humorous comment at someone else's expense -- oh, no, there were far greater priorities right now. Like why Evangline had been talking to what he assumed was Larse's birthday cake just moments prior to singing the kinds of hymns one heard in church, indiscernible but holy-seeming. (He understood each and every word -- it wasn't as if he had forgotten the angelic tongue after his fall.) Clearing his throat lightly, Royce said, "We're on schedule, I presume, if we had time to talk with the cake?" tagged • old moon cafe staff_ notes • nothing to note this post, seriously, there is nothing to note TEMPLATE & MESSY CODE © POMME • FEEL FREE TO USE IF YOU CAN NAVIGATE ALL THE CODE |
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 18:03:57 GMT
Could you say goodbye to syesterday? She had been so busy lately, with preparations and such. She spent so much time fixing everything because Royce had been so busy. The man did had two tricks of he trade to balance every day, after all. So she had taken it upon herself to take care of what she could. She had forgotten to remove her work apron before she had run to the store for simple decorations. It was all that she could really get so early. Exiting the store again with a jingle of the bells, she walked hurriedly back to the cafe. She felt like this would be the day Larse decided to be overly punctual, so she had to get the Cafe prepared. And yes, if you were to ask she'd answer you with yes, these decorations would be up all day.
She walked back into the cafe and shut the door behind her, locking it since they weren't really open yet. She didn't know if anyone else had shown up yet, since her and Evangeline had gotten here, but she decided that it her most important task was to ready the front. She took the simple balloons and tied them at either side of the displays, a simple streamer line behind the counter, and that was all she could really do. Though, she had set up all the Marzipan themed treats in the displays, along with certain selections of German chocolate were placed within as well. Sticking a sign on the Display that read: "Daily Special: Larsipan" and finished her work within the front.
Now she could only hope Eva didn't destroy the kitchen. All she had told her to do was watch the cake, to focus hard on it and not move until she came back. She heard Royce's words upon entering the kitchen and smirked slightly."That we are. I told Elizabeth and Kura to come in as soon as possible if they could, but not to stress themselves too much." She answered from just behind them before stopping at Royce's side. "Other than that, all there really is to do is wait for him." She mentioned, sighing. She was surely a bit tired.But everything was ready, at least. Even if they had to eat the cake later.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2015 22:51:01 GMT
 Just another ordinary day in Larse’s mind. May first was a day that he remembered in his past life, but it didn’t mean that it was important. When you’re as old as he was, the days, weeks, months, and years blended together infinitely. There was little need to celebrate since it wasn’t like he was going to die by old age or anything. Larse jiggled the keys in his pocket when he walked up to his café with nary a thought that his employee’s and manager were waiting for him special inside for a party. He opened the door after unlocking it, and his eyes came to the first thing he saw: ‘Daily Special: Larsipan’.
Larse squinted at first, not completely registering the pun until it bumped into him. That was actually pretty clever. Was this there way of showing their appreciation and humor at the same time? The decorations then hit him, the happy birthdays, his name, and etc.
“What…” So much effort for a year of living. He was far more practical about such things, but he wasn’t about to be unappreciative. It was too damn dark in here and flipped the switch to let light in. Hs nostrils flared, he could smell a myriad of things.
They are here…
“Royce? Erin?”
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Post by Evangeline Malak on May 4, 2015 0:53:10 GMT
I FEEL ALIVE
WHEN I'M WITH YOU
Evangeline nearly jumped out of her skin as the familiar voice of Royce was behind her. He was both the manager and the assistant headmaster, but she looked up to the man as a sort of role model though Evangeline was older than him. Her child-like nature and personality did put her behind them all in terms of social activity. "Eep! Oh! It's just you, Royce," Evangeline giggled, wiping her hands from cleaning up the kitchen. Before she could answer him, another familiar voice came into the kitchen. It was Erin, a woman whom she thought was her friend; then again, Evangeline thought everyone who was nice to her was her friend. "yep! Erin's right, we're on track and ready." Evangeline opened the bottom drawers to pull out a clean towel, but instead the drawer came out because the angel's strength was too much for the wooden structure. Quickly she put the drawer back, sighing because she managed to break the drawer to the towels and rags....again. She looked back at Erin and Royce and smiled, her amber eyes looking at the two people she looked up to and was happy with. She considered everyone who works in the cafe her sort of makeshift family. Evangeline moved to stand in front of Royce with an excited air about her. Her amber eyes sparkling with her good mood. Celebrations like this usually got her upbeat and happy and more like the angel she once was in heaven.
"I was talking to the cake because Erin said it would yell at me in german if I burned it. I didn't burn it, but I was still wondering if it would yell at me in german." She explained her talking to the cake earlier. She was anything but normal. Evangeline was a fallen angel who many wondered if she hit her head too hard when she hit the ground. Perhaps that might have been the case, but there is a far darker secret lurking within the clumsy and innocent angel. "I asked her what made it german," Evangeline giggled as she tightened her apron around herself again, skipping back on her heels, she wanted to just fly into the air with her excitement. Parties always got her excited. "Happy birthday, Happy birthday--!" Evangeline started to chant again, going to go into another of her hymns, but was interrupted by the sound of the bell again. "I got it~! You two take a breather!" Evangeline raised her arm in the air as if to answer a question in class. Quickly, she ran off to the front, but stopped short as she noticed the owner of the cafe. "OH! Larse, we weren't expecting you for a little bit more, but..." Evangeline smiled at him brightly and went to give the demon a big hug. "Happy birthday, Larse! May you have many more!" Her wings shot out from her back in her excitement, making them appear in all of their dark feathered glory and topple over several chairs in the process. "Whoops..." Evangeline blinked at the chairs that fell over and looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry about that...heh heh."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 21:35:05 GMT
we're just savages hidden behind shirts ties and marriages Well, note to self, get the drawer fixed. Again. The fact that he could think it so casually and not bat an eye anymore as if it were an every day thing should be slightly concerning -- and the fact that it was an every day thing even more so, probably. "Yes, it is, as a matter of fact, just me. And I will be taking both your words for it." He did seem rather amused though, and the truth was that he was -- he had seen the "Larsipan" out front and found it rather humorous that they were going as far as to make a pun of Larse's name for his birthday.
At the mention of the cake talking in German if it was burnt, however, Royce slowly turned his head to raise an eyebrow at Erin before he turned his gaze back to Evangeline. "I... see." Did he have the heart to explain to her that German chocolate cake was not German due to being originally from Germany (because it wasn't), but rather because the first person who baked a German chocolate cake's was an American chocolatier whose surname was, as a matter of fact, German? No, not German in origin -- it was literally German. No, he didn't -- but it was more a matter of not wanting to go through explaining it all.
It was then that he heard the bell ring again, followed by Larse's voice calling for him and Erin. Evangeline had apparently beat them both to greeting him, if the toppling chairs had anything to say about that. Once upon a time, Royce used to wince a little at hearing things get knocked over in the cafe -- these days, he simply sighed and carried on. "Evangeline, you might want to put those away," Royce said as he exited the kitchen, referring to the other fallen angel's wings. Ah, there he, the birthday boy himself. "Well, I was hoping we had another fifteen minutes to tidy up, but even so -- happy birthday, Larse." tagged • old moon cafe staff_ notes • nothing to note this post, seriously, there is nothing to note TEMPLATE & MESSY CODE © POMME • FEEL FREE TO USE IF YOU CAN NAVIGATE ALL THE CODE |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 2:32:09 GMT
Could you say goodbye to syesterday? Erin sometimes underestimated how seriously gullible that Evageline could be. As she walked into the room, standing beside Royce, she listened the explanation she had given him on why she had been talking to the cake. Though when Royce looked in her direction, the only thing she could offer him was a smirk. At least with Eva, this was her source of entertainment, and it was probably cruel to take advantage of how simple Evageline could be sometimes, but Erin never really cared much for her humor being 'practical'. "I never said the cake would talk back. Only scream at her if she burned it." She mentioned in a mock defense of herself.
She paused when she heard Larse enter, calling for both Royce and herself, and she was about to Exit the Kitchen when Evageline barreled past her. She was sometimes blindsided by how quick the girl could be when she was excited. She sucked in a deep breath before following Royce out of the kitchen. And already Eva was making a mess of things. When she noticed the girl jerk forwards from her side, she anticipated what she was going to do, and reached out to catch her by the back of the Apron to stop her.
Of course as soon as she did that, Evangeline's wings flew out, knocking Erin and a good amount of their chairs to the floor. Erin sat there for a moment, red eyes sharp on Evangeline, before they lightened, almost in defeat as she took her hand from her nose, sure she wasn't bleeding. "Happy Birthday, Larse." She mentioned last, still giving a straight stare towards Evangeline and only breaking it for a second to carry eye contact with the hell hound.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 13:24:59 GMT
The moment that he spotted the first scent moving and then could visually see that it was Evangeline, he gulped. She was like a damn train wreck on her own, where was Erin to take care of her? Her first words were interesting, they hadn’t finished yet? Her smile could’ve blinded him, though the hug surprised him. Being that Evangeline was taller, and her surprising strength when she had her eye on things proved too much for him. He was grabbed up, no longer grounded with his feet to the floor.
Larse wiggled a bit in her arms, but knew that it was a fruitless effort. She also smelled like sweets since his face was crushed into her chest for the duration. While he continued to try moving around his legs and arms, he heard the shuffling of wings and then things toppling over on to the floor. He stayed limp then, merely growling against her chest out of frustration of not only this, but also that he has to clean things up because of Evangeline again.
Royce’s voice snapped him back into a sane enough place to grab Evangeline by both of her shoulders and push her away enough to recoil back and get a breath. He inhaled, hair in the front tousled by the action and face flushed from lack of proper air. “Eva, what the fuck are you trying to do? Suffocate me with your tits?” He barked, not as biting as it usually would be, but enough to show that he didn’t plan on dying from suffocation via a woman’s breasts.
When he could finally wiggle out completely and settle his feet to the floor, he let out a relieved sigh. Erin came then, wishing him the same blessings of his day of birth. Larse looked to the calendar to the side, stamped to the wall. May first was circled with a small birthday cake. “It’s one of the few things I can remember of before. I guess I should be lucky to even know what my birthday is.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, letting his nose lead him to the cake. “Let’s eat.” When he walked past them, there was sure to be a small smile on his face. “Also, Evangeline, please clean this up.” |
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Post by Evangeline Malak on May 7, 2015 5:20:51 GMT
I FEEL ALIVE
WHEN I'M WITH YOU
Evangeline blushed when she got called out on her mishap. Her clumsiness is a pretty big feature when concerning the fallen angel. She had let Larse go suddenly when he pushed against her, making her realize that she had accidentally touched him without his express permission. She knew better, but in her haste for a birthday party, she hugged him anyway. "AH! Sorry, Larse, my bad." Evangeline folded her hands in front of her as she folded her wings hastily, pinning them to her back tightly and shrouded them once again. She had looked back at Erin, whom she had felt hit her wings though just barely, and gave the girl an apologetic expression. "Sorry Erin, here, let me help you up." Evangeline held her hand out to the girl who stared back at her. Evangeline had a rocky start becoming friends with the group with her, but she had hoped that over time they could just look past her faults and her childish nature that showed more on the outside than what was within her. Evangeline knew Erin to joke with her; Evangeline had been the joke of some of the other angels after her fall and had since guarded herself against it with the best defense she knew how: play the fool. Playing the fool was better than being sad over the biting comments or jokes sent her way. If the girl allowed Eva to, she would pull her up.
"Yes, Larse!" Evangeline said once she looked around. She had looked sheepish at those around her. It was rather funny in a way; Evangeline was older than everyone in the cafe, yet she was more the child than they were. Her personality was a result of her trying to hide the other 'dark eva' within. Play the fool, Eva, play the fool, And so...she played the fool. "You're so lucky to remember when you were born before you were a demon, Larse. I can't remember much, only pieces. Some of them aren't so great. heh." Evangeline said as she picked up the chairs that had fallen. She remembered bits and pieces. However, some of the pieces were troublesome. Images of a pharaoh king taking advantage of the young human servant did not sit well for the fallen angel. She wished she couldn't remember, but knew that it just came with being an angel. She had picked up all of the chairs one by one while she walked around the cafe. Her wingspan was large, so most of the chairs were toppled over. She liked it here at the cafe. It was quiet, she had friends who would talk to her, her boss was a pretty good guy, at least she felt so, and she got to sing to her hearts content while working. She sometimes missed the carefree ways of heaven, but the temptations of the human world proved too tempting and desireable to the fallen angel. She wanted to bad to be human, but she couldn't become that which she envied. "Let's eat~!" Evangeline cheered, running back towards the kitchen to get some of the food stuffs ready to bring out. This time at least, she didn't fall or trip or cause chaos.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 6:59:02 GMT
we're just savages hidden behind shirts ties and marriages "Then let us hope that the cake remains unburnt," Royce had replied to Erin before his earlier exit from the kitchen. "Though I can't say that the explanation would not be entertaining to see unfold." See here, Royce wasn't one to not be amused -- he hardly considered himself kind enough to not find humor at someone else's expense. Even if he did enjoy their company and liked them as people. (Exhibit A, a certain Larse Meerholz -- not even he was exempt from this in some cases.) Speaking of amusement, Royce shook his head with a light chuckle at the hellhound demon's comment on suffocating.
"If you ever forget in the years to come, you'll have people to remind you." Royce peered around the small group of cafe staff that was currently present before adding, "Dare I say, rather persistently too, should you ever think to insist otherwise." At the very least, he was sure Evangeline would -- the other fallen angel seemed to be very enthused about the thought of celebrating birthdays. He wondered if this would happen for every birthday there was within the roster of employees at the cafe. If there was, he might have to ask them to scale back on the degree of festivities -- he couldn't have them decking out the whole place for a birthday every single time one rolled around now, could he?
He did, however, note the smile on Larse's face when the other walked past him, and thought to himself that if this was something that made the other happy, then by all means, he would make sure it happened again next year. There were few in the world that Royce considered close enough to look after so diligently -- Larse was one of those people. Though speaking of diligence, he should probably go make sure that nothing fell over in Evangeline's wake. Everything seemed fine for now, but the last thing he needed was a whole stack of broken plates. "I'll handle the plates and silverware," Royce quickly cut in, making his way back into the kitchen despite exiting barely a minute ago. Sometimes, he just simply had to go back and forth to be on top of things. tagged • old moon cafe staff_ notes • nothing to note this post, seriously, there is nothing to note TEMPLATE & MESSY CODE © POMME • FEEL FREE TO USE IF YOU CAN NAVIGATE ALL THE CODE |
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