Sharpening The End Of A Pencil (Calamity)

["Unfettered"]

Customer Service

"WHADDA YA MEAN I CAN'T HAVE ANYMORE LAGERS!?"

"Unfettered" sighed. They had a few more drinks, but this guy was sopping everything up like a sponge. In fact, his friends seemed to be embarrassed of him, too... (REALLY hoping zat at least one of them was sober. If zis guy went behind ze wheel...).

"...Sir... jou have had... about nine. If your friends agree you are up to it, zen yes, maybe... but.."

"ALRIGHT GUYS... WHADDA YA SAY!? COME ON.. YOU KNOW I'M NOT A FUCKING PUSSEH LIKE MR. PIRATE HERE.. HYUK, HYUK, HYUK..."

Twitch.

He whirled around. Someone. Anyone. Anyone at all----

..And there stood Calamity, giving proper customer service.

Twitch.

You know... they hadn't been speaking in several months. Not since the restaurant had opened up. He'd been... busy. And his random disappearance? His random reappearance? Yeah. Hadn't worked wonders on their relationship. ...Which stood as.. what? Friends? Acquaintances? People who happened to know one another and ignore each other mutually out of some strong and strange dislike?...

...The guy's complaints were getting louder.

Turning to the man, mustering every bit of friendliness and patience that remained, he tilted his head slightly to Calamity.

"Calamity, can you please help me here? Mr. Sticks here would like another Schwarzbier..."

..And don't you DARE ignore me right now, when I'm facing off with this ass-tard.

[Jenna Scorn]

"WHADDA YA MEAN I CAN'T HAVE ANYMORE LAGERS!?"

she was slightly leaned over the table, slowly pouring water into a ladies cup. Glancing up towards the ladies husband who wanted water as well, she'd only take a moment to glance over her shoulder at the screaming baboon before going back to their order.

She was smiling to the customers, giving a small nod of her head pretty little head before jotting down their orders. A small nod, jotting down, and she'd only let those black mary jane styled shoes, decorated with pink kitty faces scff against the ground for a moment to glance over her shoulder towards the yelling man again.

"What is that man's problem?"

Calamity would turn to meet the women's gaze and give a small shrug. Flicking a few strands of bleached blond hair from her face and letting that small tablet of paper fall into her hands yet again.

"I'm not exactly sure ma'am, I'm sorry for his behavior."

Glancing over her shoulder towards Winters and the man yet again.

"But I believe our manager has everything under control."


"ALRIGHT GUYS... WHADDA YA SAY!? COME ON.. YOU KNOW I'M NOT A FUCKING PUSSEH LIKE MR. PIRATE HERE.. HYUK, HYUK, HYUK..."

She swallowed, biting her tongue.
Yes, she'd noticed Johnathan's eye-patch.
But she hadn't said anything about it. let alone anything to him.

She wouldn't look in that direction, not now.

"Was that all ma'am?"

The lady would nod, and Calamity would smile.
Nodding her head towards the women and would take a step back.

"We'll get that to ya as soon as possible."

A smile towards the customer's and she was turning on her heels into the kitchen, readying the order.

"Calamity, can you please help me here? Mr. Sticks here would like another Schwarzbier..."

She was at the kitchen doors, her hand pressing against them whens he'd stop. Winter's calling her name. She sighed, swallowing again, those eyes a head, plastered upon the door. She wouldn't look at him, wouldn't make eye contact.

"...................................................................In a minute."

["Unfettered"]

Urge To Kill... Rising.

"...................................................................In a minute."

"...AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE THE FEELING OF PUSSY JUICES FLOWING ALL OVER MY PENIS JUICES... YA HEAR THAT, MR. PIRATE!?"

Twitch.

The man kept on yelling. "Unfettered" had already come up with his attack plan. Get the man so drunk that with one slight off-word, he'd attack him. Then, utilizing this, he could fight back, throw his ass outside of the restaurant, and say it was 'self-defense'. ...Worked plenty of other times, he grinned to himself. In his mind. But the man was very large and muscular... he could actually put up quite a large fight, if it came to that. But for the sake of his restaurant? Oh hell yes. He'd do it. He'd do it.

..Twenty-three seconds passed, as he kept on nodding like an oblivious fool, throwing apologetic looks around. Provided, if Calamity came within this time, and the man kept about like this... he'd have the excuse to ask this man to leave anyways. And he could support himself, and get the back up of others in this position, because they were... providing 'quality' service.

Thirty-nine seconds...

"...Calamity..."

Voice straining... was she tending to someone else? Oh, Heavens, yes. But at this point, they'd ask for a refund anyways. If she got here on time (provided, it appeared, due to the man's various comments of how to 'properly pleasure' a woman, "Unfettered" was the only one here counting subconciously,)... well...

..Had he come up with a plan.

Oh yes. Yes he had.

Eleven seconds left.

Hurry!

[Jenna Scorn]

She had tried to pawn the task off on someone else within the kitchen, but they had all scurried off and pretended to be busy with kitchenly things. And Calamity would stand inside the kitchen, letting those blue eyes glare at a few of her coworkers.

Lazy bastards.


"...Calamity..."

Calamity could handle the man, he wasn't what had bothered her.
When dealing with customer service you run into a lot of people who are just plain fuck-tards.

She'd take a deep breath.
Trying to ready herself before she'd exit the kitchen.

Finally now, pushing passed the double doors.
Exiting the kitchen, and letting her feet carry her in that direction.

She wouldn't make eye contact with Winters, oh no.
Never.

But she'd join his side, a soft smile presenting upon her lips as she'd smile at the men Winter's seemed to be having so may problems with.

"How can I help you gentlemen?"

she'd notice they had a few empty plates upon their table and she'd lean forward, taking a few into her hands.

"Let me just get these out of your way."

A soft smile.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Doing a quickie, so that it doesn't make "Unfettered" seem unrealistic, in suddenly acting so noble or something... Er. You'll see what I mean.

O RLY!?

"Let me just get these out of your way."

Testosterone fumed into the drunken bastard. When she leaned over, all the drunk saw was...

"WHA!? YOU MEAN THE CLOTHES!? HELL YEAH, BITCH!"

"Wait, what're---!?"

Sudden alarm filled "Unfettered", as the man suddenly snatched forward, his large hand aimed at Jenna's...

*GROPE*

[Jenna Scorn]

"WHA!? YOU MEAN THE CLOTHES!? HELL YEAH, BITCH!"

"Hmmm?"

She'd been looking at the plates, leaning forward and taking hold of the plates, taking them into her hands. But when the man spoke, the alcohol from his breath was enough to send her falling backwards, but she was looking up after he had spoken. Those eyes snapping upwards towards the man quickly.

But to be honest, she hadn't seen it coming. He had spoken, and then his hand had just shot out so suddenly as she was bringing plates up from the table. His hand had reached out, and had taken hold of her breast, clutching it within his hand. Her body had froze instantly, those eyes wide. Thick black lashes blinked, her mouth snapping shut, clamping as now she'd swallow.

A smile now slowly spreading across her lips as she'd glance towards the man who had decided to ever so kindly touch her.

"Do you like 'em?"

And without even thinking,she let those plates drop to the table only allowing one to stay within her hand. That dainty hand gripping the porcelain plate tightly within her hand.

"Heh...Don't worry. The girlfriends...their real."

And with that last word, bringing the plate upwards and down suddenly upon the man's head. And she'd take a step back, her hand reaching for the table gripping the edge tightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Taking hold of that table still, and pushing it hard. either to let it push away from the men, or to flip over, either way she was turning away. Letting those feet carry her towards the kitchen, but if that man would say anything else, she'd return.

["Unfettered"]

'...'Chu Got Some 'SPLANNIN' To Do...'

...The ensuing follow-up apologies, refunds, etcetera were, to say the least, not at 'all' fun in the least. Reiterating for emphasis... not fun AT ALL. Convincing the the flamboyantly drunk man's friends that 'yes', he was unconscious, 'no', he was not 'playing dead', and 'yes', he had just called '911' to pick him up, and that 'yes', it was the bastard's own fault, at which everyone laughed, and carried him out on a stretcher... took the span of about twenty-five minutes.

Twenty-five long minutes he he followed up with five rather even longer ones hunting down Calamity... Walking as normally as could be, as if he were careful with daisy's crumples, when walking in public places, but stomping aforesaid flowers like he was a lawnmower, when he was behind walls.

"Ohh... Calam...ity....."

"...Please meet me in my office, upstairs, immediately..." was the rather deathly hiss that could easily be mistaken for an orphan's death cry, while being impaled by a child molester's drill.

Yeah. She was in trouble.

Big trouble.

Problem was, he didn't know whether to slap her on the back and congratulate her for kicking the drunk's ass, or slam her on the back while screaming various German war cries at the unneeded publicity stunt she'd just pulled for their restaurant.

Stomped upstairs, to his living room office...

...Today looked like it was going to be so much fun.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Ohh... Calam...ity....."

Came that familiar voice to her, almost sending pin pricks down the flesh of her neck, down the small of her back. And she'd shiver slightly, looking over her shoulder from her station in the kitchen.

"Yes Mr.Winters?"

Letting that tongue roll across her lip, watching those kitchen doors for a moment before throwing down her rag onto the counter top. She'd side step, watching those doors still, closely with those blue eyes.


"...Please meet me in my office, upstairs, immediately..."

His voice stung yet again, but this time she wouldn't cringe. She stood in place, hearing his voice from afar, and then would glance over at a few of her coworkers who had stopped working as well. To listen, hearing his voice snake over that tongue when he spoke that last word.

Immediately.

She'd almost sigh, looking towards the round for a moment as she'd dry her hands upon a towel, then wipe her hands on her apron and glance again at her coworkers.

Some still stopped.
Some snickering.

She couldn't help but look forward, letting those thin brows furrow downwards as she trudged forward to the kitchen doors. She could hear those whispers and giggled still as she left the kitchen, it didn't bother her.

None in the least.


She didn't need this job, she had Hiroko's money. So why was she still working here? why was she still fighting against herself? Becouse she'd promised Winters, that she'd be loyal. And Calamity was damned if she'd break a promise.

Calamity was a prideful creature.
And as she went up those stairs, light on her feet as she padded her way along. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

She was readying herself for anything.

Anything.

Her body was screaming.
Her senses.

It had been so long...

So long since...

She whisked those memories away.

She was no longer that weak and fumbling creature Winter's had known before.
She'd change, and she wasn't going to let herself be ruined again.

Nodding her head as she pushed past that door.


I'm here Mr.Winters.
How can I help you?
How can I help you torture me today?



I don't mean that though...do I?

She licked her lip.
Pressing those lips together and like a shameful dog, she'd focus her eye's on the floor.

Not because she was in trouble, she wasn't.
At least she didn't think so.
She'd defended herself, because there was no one else in this world who would.
Winters, his heart was a fleeting memory.
Hiroko was dead.

It was just Calamity now.



"You called for me sir?"

["Unfettered"]

Long Time Cumming Coming

"You called for me sir?"

Immediately followed up by a scrambling up of papers, being neatly filed away. But his face showed some sort of 'isolation', as if he was in another world, intensely focused on another matter. Almost as if to...

---Folding up the papers, his face abruptly switched over to her.

To note, however, the office was the equivalent of his living room. Was it the best? No. Did it serve it's purpose well? Provided, yes. He would smirk, but.. things had to be tended to appropriately.

"First off... take a seat."

Leaning comfortably into his chair, not even looking at her, he shrugged to himself, though his face remained stony, at best.

"You know what you did."

...Stating the obvious, but at least making sure to acknowledge her...

"..So... how could that situation 'been taken care of more appropriately?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"First off... take a seat."

She had stepped in, letting those shoes scoff against the floor. Her eyes casted against the floor, peeking up though black lashes as they'd flicker for a moment and now as he spoke she was looking at him, really looking at him.

But was he looking at her?

No.

And with a small nod, and a soft "Yes sir." She was letting herself find that chair and would seat herself. Watching as he'd fumble with papers and such.

"You know what you did."


...........Why...

Why won't you look at me?

Eyebrows furrowed, an inquisitive look flashed at Winters for a moment and wouldn't face. Instead, she'd tilt her head to the side, those eyes fell on him quickly, her hands resting in her lap. And now, those digits would begin to pick at the fabric of her shirt, a nervous habit.

"Excuse me sir?"

Winters...

She leaned forward, head still canted to the side.
Her right hand would let go of her shirt, and rest right on her knee.


Winters?
Look at me.
Why won't you look at me.




She had been leaning forward, as if the very action would draw her just a bit closer to this man.
This enigma.
And she was watching him.
Those blue eyes fallowed his movements.
The shrug, the way he wasn't looking at her.

Please Winters...


He was such a mystery to her.
Everything he did.
The way he'd treated her, he had been her everything.
For such a short moment, and maybe he thought she'd forgotten about him...but for Christ's sakes...she worked for the man!

Giving her so many hopes, so many dreams.
This job.
Sending her out of that assembly.
And then just disappearing.
And here he was.
Without a word to her about his well being, and an eye patch no less.

Look at me...

"..So... how could that situation 'been taken care of more appropriately?"

She sat up right in her seat, stiff in that seat and violently cocking her head to the side as to look away from him. Sending her tongue to line that lip and letting her right hand that was positioned on her knee pinch her skin, her nails slightly digging into the fabric of her pants.

Was he serious?!
She'd look at him again, trying to read him.
But like she had remembered...Winters was a closed book.

So she'd take a deep breath, glancing away for a moment as she'd collect her thoughts and then she'd turn her eyes towards him again. And he still wasn't looking at her, and she was readying herself to give a good answer, one that would keep her out of trouble.

"I should have just asked him to stop...but..."

That was it.
She'd had enough.

Letting a sound of hot air leaving her mouth.

"Winters."

Swallowing.


"I know I was in the wrong....but..."

I don't need this job.
But I stay here...for you...

"Look at me."

She'd look away for a moment, but turning her eyes to him yet again.

"Please..."

["Unfettered"]

A Face

"I should have just asked him to stop...but..."

Right... right, she just needed to go on. And he'd dismiss her back to the downstairs to resume work. After all... what she did wasn't presumedly 'insane'. There was justification for her actions... but, she was too quick to action.

...Hesitating...?

"Winters."

Ears perked up.

"I know I was in the wrong....but..."

Hesitance returned...

"Look at me."

"Please..."

Abruptly, he stood up. Whirled around. The hair around his face bounced about, before he swept it out, behind his ear, revealing his swastika eye-patch. And he was eying her, his mouth kept absolutely solemn, as he looked on at her. No arrogance, no condescending feeling, no lust, just this... strange air.

"Next time..." completely ignoring her words, "Next time... demand that the person stops, and then you're entitled to break his arm. Or have one of us do it. Please remember that."

Pulling his hand out of his pocket, it released from its tightened grip. Suddenly very relaxed. And a smirk, as his eye closed a bit, looking on her as something of the likes of...

"Sorry, but, I have to be how I have to be, for order's sake, right? And after all... I'm about to go into action, soon. We can't afford any confrontation with the police just yet.~"

Was there strangeness in his mannerisms? He suddenly seemed very comfortable, but, kept his distance. His mind at work of the 'boss-employee' mind set... something he had to keep, lest he lose his professionalism. But, Jenna was an accomplice. Did she remember, that first time over at his apartment?

...All those plans and ideas he had shown her? Those weapon designs?

Promptly, he sat down.

'Very soon.'

[Jenna Scorn]

It was too late to wonder why.
Too late.

And it was there, she sat.
Her hands pressed against her knees as Winters twirled before her.
It was unexpected, she had thought he'd whirl around so sudden, almost violent.

The way his hair fell, the way he'd swipe it away, all went unnoticed.

The only thing she notice was that patch.
That patch resting about his eye.
With the detailed swastika resting upon it so neatly, so delicately.

She'd seen it before, but now was different.
She was really seeing it.
Really looking at it.

And he was so close.

Eyes fixed not on him, but on that swastika.

"Next time..."

Blinking her eyes now, easing back in her seat as she'd look at him.
Actually looking at him now.

"Yes sir?"

Sitting so neat, so pretty.
Watching him, hoping he'd say something.
Something.
Anything.

As long as he...

"Next time... demand that the person stops, and then you're entitled to break his arm. Or have one of us do it. Please remember that."

Her eyes still fixed.

She wasn't shocked.
Not at all.

She didn't expect him to actually talk to her, as if she was his friend, a companion.
She knew something was up, she wasn't stupid.

After all, one doesn't say "I love you." and then turn their back on a whim and treat this so called "loved one" like shit.

She knew something was up, the way he'd treated her.
Like she was just some person, some common person.

Her chest tightened, and the thought of breathing was almost meaningless.
But not now.
She shook off those feelings, the panic, this tightness within her chest.

Why was she here?
Was was she putting herself though this?

Her eyes rose, fixing on him again.
No, not him.
That swastika.


Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?

"......That patch."

None of that mattered now.
None of it.

"You look ridiculous."

["Unfettered"]

Merciless

"You look ridiculous."

There was a touch of a pause, as he looked back at her. What choice had he? She stood up, in what may have been a possibly threatening or otherwise ambiguous manner (to him, anyhow). Reaction had caused him to turn about to look back at her.

"...I know."

She'd decidedly ignored everything else he'd mentioned, but, if she chose to focus instead on this... he'd let her, for the time being.

There was no love in his eyes.

Just that standard, jaded, selfish look. Or was it thoughtful? The eye of the beholder was a precarious one, after all, each one with their own design, preference, and lack thereof. Quickly, he turned back towards his desk, swiveling his chair. Did he know what was going on in Jenna's life? No. Had he been looking into the death of Hiroko? No, he didn't even know the man. Many things. In the past few months, he had grown more and more distant. But why so?

Fingers gently gliding over the desk, he picked out a pencil. Absentmindedly chewed on it, continued to do so, as he looked up, thoughtfully.

"..Well, I've scolded you. I've yet to organize a gang, yet to begin production, sales have been going down, due to my inadequacy, and the goal to becoming School Captain is slim, growing slimmer, as 'she' grows stronger..."

A smile lit up on his face, as he looked about her. Enjoyed the thought of the challenge.

---She probably found it strange that he was suddenly laying privy to several of his plans, in a calm manner, seemingly talking to himself. Did he look at her as an obedient mouse that wouldn't bite back? Mindfucking? Possibly just being truthful? Truthfully, it was probably the former, though his eyes lit back and forth on several possibilities, the emotions no longer as easy to discern as before.

Besides, she still knew him as Jonathan.

She probably didn't even know that he called himself "Unfettered". And the thought of that amused him to no end, though that at least did not show up on his face. Aye. Possibly a game of chess, 'though he didn't know who his opponent was. Yet.

Several known names, several known personalities, one school, one School Captain position... S.H.C.P. status unknown, Enforcers taking over...

And the new supervisor? Hell, he didn't even know before. He had heard of someone called End...something. But he'd disappeared faster then even Mr. Asiv.

---Eyes focused back.

"Oh... right. You can go back to your work now, Jenna."

Nodding, albeit a bit embarrassed, or feigned to be so. Whichever the case, he nodded, hair going over his face, though no blush was seen. Maybe deep in thought?

---For a second. His thoughts traveled on the possibility that Calamity wouldn't leave the room. And that he was going to regret treating her thus (though, in his own logic, he hadn't done anything wrong... or anything at all, which may turn into an issue).

For a second.

[Jenna Scorn]

"...I know."


Good.
At least they agreed on something.

"..Well, I've scolded you."

She'd almost scowl.
As if she needed to be scolded.

" I've yet to organize a gang, yet to begin production, sales have been going down, due to my inadequacy, and the goal to becoming School Captain is slim, growing slimmer, as 'she' grows stronger..."


Her hands gripped the arms of the chair as she was pushing upwards, readying to leave as he spoke.
But when his tongue lingered over the word...


She.

Calamity's body froze.
Lifting her head to look at Johnathan.

She?

Calamity wanted to press the matter.
Dive into it, and pick the situation apart.
But did it really matter anymore?
Did it?

She was gently letting her teeth sink into her tongue as she'd glance towards the door.

Just leave it be....


"Oh... right. You can go back to your work now, Jenna."

Her head turned towards Johnathan sharply, eyes narrowing on him quickly.
As if she was a dog, a loyal dog who was to obey her master.

As if.

And him speaking her name.

Jenna...

As if he had the right to say it.

She continued to ease herself off of the chair, eyes on the floor now as she pressed her body from that chair and took a step forward.
She'd soon lean forward, letting her hands come down fast, palms slamming against his desk.

"You have no right."

Hair was in her face, and lots of it, and she'd pull her head up.
Strands would fall to the side, revealing those blue eyes as she'd glare at Johnathon.

"Don't. Call. Me. Jenna."

["Unfettered"]

De-Tachment

*SLAM*

"You have no right."

...

A prickle went through "Unfettered".

"Don't. Call. Me. Jenna."

But a smile crossed his face.

The little needy girl he'd first met had grown up. Quite a bit. She had every justification to be angry. And quite honestly... he was more then a little impressed. Actually---

---"Alright then, Calamity... I'll refer to you as Miss Scorn from now on."---

'It suits you, now.'~

---She frightened him, now. Not too much, but a little. And suddenly, he became aware of the threat that worked at his little restaurant. But the smile proved prevalent... A little reminiscent of "Thrush"... a little bit of old days, when he was new himself, and still shy. A 'Jonathan' feel. Albeit a very old one at that.

Honestly, she'd caught him off guard, and he didn't quite know how to react. Perhaps he could bluff a little, saying that this worked into his own plans in his own mind, but something in him couldn't state that. And that meant that there was a definite doubt.

But he would still keep on smiling.

Serenely.

Sincerely.

Simultaneously pushing his chair back, as he stood up to face her. And why not? Was she not a rather attractive girl? Though, obviously, this was not the point. He looked her down... Trying to decipher how he felt. A mixture of feelings, old, new... hahahahaha... There was an awkward pause, but it could not be helped.

Finally, he turned around.

"...Almost." he'd simply say. "Almost, but not quite there yet..."

Hand at his chin, still smiling, bemused. Having finally come up with an idea. Indeed...---

"..But you know... ve never did finish zat fight, did ve?"

"You know."

"...Ven we first met.~"

The smile grew, with his back turned on her, his right hand still stroking away at his chin thoughtfully... feet spaced apart from one another... and a fairly open room. His canisters safely hidden away in the sofa's special container-center, and he was eager to test out his new leg usage in combat, ever since Germany...

The smile grew.