Open for Business [OPEN]

[NADYA ELTSINA]

[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/28m240.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #FFFFFF;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,true] She's a dying breed She never truly hated anyone or anything "Annnnnd we're ready!" said the bright eyed girl, flipping the sign on the door to open. Nadya walked back towards the counter and repositioned a small case of taste testers. She looked through the glass at the goods they were offering today. Pies, cakes, muffins, a lot of yummy pastries! She laughed as she caught her reflection, catching a glimpse of flour on her cheek. She wiped it on and grabbed a colorful lace rimmed apron and replaced her bland baking one with it. The girl placed her hands on her hips and gave a satisfied sigh. "How many customers will we have today?" she wondered allowed. Business had been slow ever since the rumor started about Lottie being of Gyptian heritage. It was quite the shame, and scandal really. Nadya didn't care one way or another, she just loved to bake! Although, if the business did go under she wouldn't mind too much. Her family, although lower class fae, still had quite the piggy bank. If the business had to close, she could purchase the property herself. To have her own bakery, a dream she had had since she made her first cupcake. With a hm, she sat at a stool and propped her head on her hand as she waited for some people, if any, to come along. by pademelon of on the edge!

[RYSIN MARCHELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,10px,true][atrb=cellspacing,10px,true][atrb=align,center] round and round Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tic tock, the time goes on . WORDS: 507, TAGS: Anyone, BINGUEL BINGUEL by U-KISS, NOTES: Heya, this is Min ~ Um and it’s pretty late where I am so please excuse any typos >o< Rysin had unfortunately become a creature of habit; this was something that he could safely blame the Airforce for. And when you live in the barracks, habits quickly become something of a routine to follow to a T. So even though that he technically doesn’t have to start work for another 4 hours, Rysin is still wide awake and ready to go. Unfortunately, he has nothing to do. He can’t exactly just walking into the barracks and order his men around because most of them aren’t even conscious at the moment. Nor does he really feel like staying in his room wasting time. It’s still early in the morning by the time he comes to a decision; walk around town. He knows every street and every corner like the back of his hand, but he only ever visits at night. Maybe paying a visit during the daytime would make a difference? Unlike the other times in where he would prowl the streets, he wouldn’t be searching for anything (or in his case, anyone) save for something to do. After dragging himself out of his room and eventually, onto the streets, he finds that mornings are surprisingly refreshing when they’re not spent giving orders. There is the distinct lack of the hustle and bustle that Rysin normally finds in the Central Hub, but life is still teeming. However, he soon finds himself moving farther and farther away from the center of the city as he strolls around, eventually moving towards the Palace district. He makes it past the security by flaunting his medals and badges; surprisingly, he has some despite never having listened to a single order in his life. He rarely makes his way up here if it’s not on business, for the girls here are much too snobby and insist on saving themselves for a later day. Despite their physical appearance which is generally everything he finds appealing, their personalities leave much to be desired. Today, though, he is not seeking and his prey is not around, fast asleep on their plush beds under down blankets. Rysin licks his lips at the mental image before looking around the streets, trying to find an open store. When he does, he looks up at the sign hanging from above with a quirked eyebrow; were the people up here really named ‘Little Lottie’? He hoped not, but food at the moment sounded both pleasing and promising. Especially if he had not made an attempt to cook it. Stepping into the store after easing the door open, he spots a pink haired girl seated atop a stool. He holds his gaze on her for a moment before smirking. ”Hi. Can I get something to eat?” Food first. Then flirting. He decides that his dress is casual enough to try and take a shot at it. Or maybe she enjoyed a man in uniform? He did have his military jacket on, though open and revealing the un-tucked, loose dress shirt he had on underneath. It wouldn’t hurt giving it a try. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY COMATOSE OF ON THE EDGE!