Running Errands~

[erika]

"Hey, Gellar, over here."

"Yes, Ms. Connor? Can I get you anything? Oh, if you're wondering about that story I'm going to have it up very soon, I assure--"

"No, actually. I was wondering why there was chocolate sprinkles in my coffee instead of cinnamon, I specifically told you cinnamon sprinkles!"

"Oh yeah... I apologize, boss."

"I don't have time for apologies, Gellar, now run along and get me a new coffee! Latte, no foam this time, and no chocolate sprinkles."

"Sure. But what about my story? Do you think you'll be able to read it this Tuesday?"

"Whatever about the story, Gellar! Get my coffee! Fifteen minutes!"

"Yes'm!"

- - - - - -

"One latte please, cinnamon sprinkles this time."

"Right away."

Erika sighed, leaning on the counter of the small cafe near her work. The City Newspaper was a horrid place to be apart of, except when you got the chance to see your story on the front-page of the paper everyone was reading in California nowadays. Though for Erika Gellar, that wasn't too constant, only frequently did she do anything more then run around the place getting donuts and hot chocolates for her co-workers and boss.

"Here you are." Said the man behind the counter, placing the steamy beverage in front of Erika.

"Thank y-"

*beep, beep*

Damn pager. Erika sighed, fishing her pager off her belt, meh. Stupid message: "Grab some donuts while you're at it, please. Thanks, Eric -- Stephen"
Stephen, one of the guys Erika worked with who had some mysterious reason for calling her 'Eric' most the time, she usually got him donuts too. Sighing again, she turned back to the waiter,

"Can I get a few donuts as well, please? About five -- no, six -- seven -- make it twelve, please."

"Ready in a minute, ma'am."

"Thank you..."

[Zack Asiv]

"Donuts, huh?"

A voice of a rather short, yet respectable man. Well he was short for his age, but it was normel in his gene pool. His dark green hair, blue suit, yellow under shirt, and black tie, where all unkept, and in a wrinkly condition, but there was no mistaking him on the streets, it was Mr. Zack Asiv, the Supervisor of the most natoriousely violant school in the whole state. He watched over the Natoriouse #259 Students.

He had a cup of hot black joe in his right hand and a cigeratte in his mouth, not lit, but he was trying to find his lighter somewhere in his pockets. He always had a hard time of keeping track of that thing. It got rather annoying sometimes when he really wanted to smoke and couldn't find his bic, but then he found it, and a smile spread across his face. The lady turned around and saw him flcik open the bic. She quickly said.

"Sir, there is no smoking in here."

Zack stopped where he was and looked at her, closed his eyes with a drawn out sigh and put the bic away, he would chew on the butt until he got outside. He looked at her next, and wondered if he had seen her before, it was lunch at the school and it was an open campus lunch hour, so there was no big deal with him dropping by here to get some lunch.

[jett]

"I'd like a hot choco, please."
Jett ordered, standing behind a long counter of a small `cafe.
"Right away, sir."
"Thank you." Replied Jett, leaning his elbows on the countertop as the man behind the counter went to make his drink. Jett looked around the `cafe, and spotted a girl, a bit shorter than him, but she looked kinda older. "Oooh-la-la, what have we here?" Jett murmured, he rapidly moved his eyebrows up and down, but it seemed she had her eyes on something else. It was a beeper attached to her belt, a manly voice sputtered out of the speaker, but Jett didn't seem to hear what he was saying.
"Crap, shes' already got a boyfriend." Jett slapped his fingers across the countertop, a smirk across his face.
"Your' drink, sir." The man behind the counter said, returning with the chocolate. "-Oh! - Yeah? Thanks," He took the cardboard cup from the mans' hand, and slipped off from the metal stool he sat on.

Jett started to whistle, looking at the ceiling, and walked toward the girl. He noticed the man who was previously behind the counter in front of her walking away. While he passed her, he purposely tipped the cup in his hand, spilling the sticky hot liquid all over her. "-- Oh! I'm so sorry, clumsy me. I should watch where I'm walking," said Jett, almost laughing, looking toward the girl.
"Sooo ... I'm available.-- I mean! ... I'm Jett."

[erika]

"Donuts, huh?"

"What? Oh, yes...for my co-workers." Erika replied to the older man whom had addressed her with a question, she didn't pay attention to his height since she wasn't exactly the Iron Giant herself. She had a sheepish smile on her face, but it was only for a second, turning back to the waiter behind the counter she saw he had left to fetch someone else's order and a waitress took his place.

"I'm sorry, miss, did you order some donuts?"

"Yes, actually. Just a dozen ... make it five or six bear-claws, no ... five bear-claws, and some jelly donuts and can I have some of those with the candy sprinkles too please?"

"Er, alright, ma'am. Can I get you anything to eat while you're waiting? It'll take about ten minutes for the donuts to be ready."

"Uh...sure, can I just have a bit of celery?"

"Um, we don't serve celery here, miss."

"..."

"I'll get your donuts." Said the waitress, turning around and getting busy behind the counter with a large cardboard box with donuts illistrated all over it. Erika sighed, turning back to the man who had previously been looking for his lighter, she assumed, but seemed a bit upset that he wasn't allowed to smoke inside the cafe. Erika remembered her first smoke, she still had a lighter too painted in red, white and blue. It was just a little object she played with in her pocket sometimes, "S-"

"-- Oh! I'm so sorry, clumsy me. I should watch where I'm walking."

Erika heard a voice, and then before she knew it had hot chocolate all over her left pant sleeve. Swallowing the air in the cafe, she sighed. Naturally she would've been quick to react to that, and never would've gotten all wet and skin-burnt a little, but since that one time on that report...

"Sooo ... I'm available.-- I mean! ... I'm Jett."

Asshole.
Erika thought to herself, frowning as she grabbed some napkins from the counter. "Yeah, whatever. Watch where you're going next-time, kid...dammit! Well it can't hurt more then getting back to work sooner then later...dammit!" Erika sighed as she tried to damp the spill on her leg.

[jett]

Hmm ....
Jett thought, this girl paid no attention to him. Just let out a very harsh rant.
"Eh ... sure," Jett bit his lip, his eyes squinted. He reached over the counter and took the cup of coffee that she previously ordered, "Hello? Talking here." He said, tipping it and making it spill all over her lap. He dropped the paper cup to the floor and tapped her shoulder, "alright ...."[/color]

[ Out of Character: Sorry for the two-liner, theres' not much to put in. >.< ]

[Zack Asiv]

Zack watched as the little guy hit ont he girl who was obviousely older, but when he went to attempt to tip the coffee in her lap, well, Asiv couldn't exactly have that, now could he, nope, this was obviousely apparent in this situation, that Asiv was going to be nice, but now, he threw his coffee out of the cup and then snatched the kid up by the shirt with one powerful arm, and would fling him towards the well, glass and metal framed door.

"Damn kids. . . I even have to deal with them on lunch. . . Gets annoying some times. . . And let that be a warning Mr. Jett. Try this at school and it could be harsher."

Peopel stopped and watched as Asiv had literally hurled the student at the window. They where in awe at the strength Asiv showed in the toss, he would then turn to the counter and ask for another coffee, but after they where done with the donuts. He was rather irritated with the actions of the student, the onyl thing he could think of for the moment was 'Girl deprived wanna-be.' Oh well we all have our problems.

((OoC: Close end RPing, sorry if it looks like godding, I'm used to RPing like this against Ark.))

[erika]

Erika continued to wipe and wipe, but she knew the coffee would stain and she'd have to change back at the office. Well, at least it's not that big a spill. She thought to herself in relief, right before feeling another burst of a hot beverage soak through the other leg of her pants. Motherf... It was the kid again! What the hell was his problem exactly!?!

"Hello? Talking here."

"Don't worry, you won't be in a sec-"

Wow. Erika thought, eye-boggling as she watched the older man proceed in picking up the kid and litteratley throwing him towards the window. That's gotta hurt. She thought to herself, but then thought of how he could've and parsly did deserve it. Scratching her head, she was in shock of how completely calm and cool and collected he seemed after tossing the kid. It was almost ... unnatural. Erika could smell the donuts that they had in the oven burning, but the waitress behind the counter that was supposed to be tending to them was busy staring at the man with a horrific expression on her face.

Erika sighed, it really was none of her business though. She leaned over and placed her elbow on the counter speaking slowly, "Can you get me my donuts and re-make that latte for me, please, and -- get the kid an ambulance?" She asked politely.

" ... huh? -- what? oh ... "

[jett]

As Jett dropped the paper cup and heard it bounce on the tiled floor, he felt someone grab his arm. "Hey! Wha--" He cut off his speech when he was swirled and saw it was the Supervisor of the Highschool he attended to. "Oh ... hi?"

"Damn kids. . . I even have to deal with them on lunch. . . Gets annoying some times. . . And let that be a warning Mr. Jett. Try this at school and it could be harsher."[/i][/b]

"Okay ... heh ... yeah, y' can let go of me now. ... please?"
Jett's grinned, he was scared at this point, at what Mr. Zack Asiv might do to him. -Or was going to do to him.
Jett lifted his arm and struggled to release Zacks', but it was no use, the Supervisor hurled his arm and sent Jett flying through the airs of the `cafe.

Sheesh! That girl really is mean![/color]
Thought Jett. In seconds, he hit a thin, glass window. As his body hit the center of the window, he felt the glass shatter over his back. "Eeeerrragghh!" Jett shouted in pain, he was getting lower in the air, and he finally landed, roughly on the asphalt sidewalk.

Gee, sometimes being part of a school can be a Pain! -Straight in your back![/color]
Jett thought, before his eyelids dazed close and he completely lost conciousness.[/color]