Post by Natasha Petranovic on Mar 16, 2014 9:48:38 GMT
[Natasha Petranovic]: It wasn't uncommon for Saturday evenings to be quiet in the diner. Natasha rather enjoyed the quiet evenings when she was able to find them. The occasional walk-in for coffee or a drink, perhaps a couple that had heard good things about the food service, but generally their typical clientele was out handling their affairs. With the British man and his various network filled seemingly with young women, she was able to take a breath. She did not know why that other woman had thrown a punch at him, and she did not care. This was a fine restaurant at its surface, and brawling would not be tolerated. Checking over the various details of the coming menu and Daily Specials, she remained at the hostess station as she double checked every detail, making sure there were no slips in the language.
Luludja Ruolan: Life can be funny sometimes. One can be going about it settled in the daily rituals that contribute to their individuality, and then bam.. A monkey wrench gets tossed into the gears so to speak. As bad as that may sound, sometimes it isn't bad at all. She found this to be a fascinating time. January 1st, 2014 was the date of her rebirth. She found that to be a little ironic once she discovered what New Years was. The exact time when Darissa Stone ceased to be, is unknown. It was simply forgotten. The only thing that she did know? She was in a stranger's bed.
She escaped the house which she found out later, was a group placement home. She discovered during the course of her research, that Darissa had been seen quite a few placements. That's subject for another time. Before that, a meeting was forced upon her by Jinlong, who was masquerading as an old man. He wanted to catch her dazed, and confused before she could draw attention to herself. It was explained to her that she as a reincarnated spirit, and that there were others. Other spirit travelers who were once like her; people who have existed at one point and time all throughout history. Some spirits were just, others are evil and still others are merely benign. One thing that related them all, were a set of rules. People from this reality would only tolerate their existence so long as it remained inconspicuous. He left her after they reached a basic understanding. He left her to navigate life, no, he left her to navigate Darissa Stone's life.
She departed from that path, and she set out on a new one. One that leads her to the diner. How did she get here? Word of mouth from the right circles. Getting into those circles wasn't easy. She had a lot to overcome. She was still a novice, but she had proven herself to be reliable. That can be valuable asset. Her contact turned her onto this place. He explained to her about the opportunities that could be had, conditional upon her following the guidelines which got her here in the first place. Keep your mouth shut, be reliable, and keep coming back for more jobs. Be tenacious. She could be that.
Her gaze glanced down at the piece of paper in her hand; it was the address of the diner. She pushes the crumpled torn yellow paper into her coat, opens the door and walks in. Her black lace less boots sound, and announce her arrival. Her dark brown eyes glance about, taking in the details of the interior. Her black leather coat clung to her small shoulders. Her coat was left unzipped, offering one peaks at dark blue shirt beneath. The collar of which was stretched out, revealing her collar bone and the thin gold chain around her neck. Dark blue skinny jeans rounded out the outfit. They were torn around the knee. She waited to be seated, and when she was seated, she asked Natasha for the special menu. She was not hungry, but she did request a cup of green tea. ~f
[Natasha Petranovic]: "Welcome to the Belyi Plastini Diner. Where may I seat you." Looking up at the sound of the door, the blonde behind the hostess station straightened up and nodded to the girl with a welcoming smile, if not overly friendly. Her accent was very much Russian, but it did not impact her English in any way. It was a useful language to speak fluently in this particular neighborhood. Taking one menu and a listing of the Daily Specials, she motioned towards the common eating area before waiting on a response. Some people were told to ask for the bar or a booth if they were meeting someone for a proper contact, others had no idea what the second aspect of business in the diner was and a confused response could help weed out the first time eaters. Holding the menus to the chest of her button up shirt, she waited on the woman's response while occasionally glancing around to keep a wary eye on the rest of the diner.
Luludja Ruolan: "A booth please." She stated her seat preference. This setting was at least familiar, in that she was used to meeting in places such as restaurants or diners for exchanges. If it could be done out in the open without rousing suspicion fine. Her contact; the one who referred her to this place, was a low level guy who in turn worked for a mafia type. When it came to dealing with those types, the exchanges happened out in the open most of the time. Those establishments were filled with their people, or they were closed to the public. But, she also saw her fair share of backrooms. If she had a parcel on her, she would have given the waitress a name, she would be told to wait right where she stood. Using one of her two names, and keeping herself enrolled in classes provided something of a cover for her.
She was not naive. If someone with the means wanted to get at her, they could. But she did try to be discreet, and remain somewhat of a mystery to her clients. All they really needed to know anyhow was that the job was going to get done. Their packages that they trusted with her, would be delivered into the right hands. The money, more often than not, it was money, was delivered back to their hands. She was a little bit out of her element. How was she to communicate her true intentions? Say the wrong thing, and she would get nowhere. "I am not hungry." She stated causally. ~f
[Natasha Petranovic]: With a nod, she made her way through the common eating area, rounding the corner into the back bar area where the more private booths remained. Setting the menus down at one of the unoccupied booths, looking to the girl. "Perhaps review the menus anyhow. It is never going to hurt to consider a full stomach, dah?" Another friendly hostess smile was offered before she slid the Daily Specials forward. "Feel free to catch the attention of a waitress passing if you do happen to change your mind. Are you expecting someone, or will they know to look for you back here?" Crossing her hands in front of her hips, she stood there quietly and waited.
Luludja Ruolan: A smile was present on her lips. The smile was not overly friendly, but it was polite never the less. She followed her, and took her seat once they had arrived at the destination of the back bar private booth. One of her slender digits snagged a menu scooted it closer to herself, before she would pick it up and give it a glance. Her brown eyes lifted up towards Natasha. "Yeah, maybe you are right about that. I will look things over." She tilted her head some. "I was referred to this place by an aquantance of mine. He makes contact with the kind of people who will know how to find me I trust." A small smile remained on her tiers. "I think I'll order a tea. Green, no, white please. While I wait." ~f
[Waitress]: With a nod she stepped away from the booth and disappeared around the corner again, giving one of the waitresses a quick brush on the shoulder and whispering into her ear to pass along the request. Occasionally she would wait tables, but if she was expecting someone else it was best for her to be at the front again, ready to pass them on. It wouldn't be but a few minutes for the water to be heated and brought along in a little kettle, along with an empty cup and saucer with a trio of round teabags ready for the steeping. "Do you need honey or sugar of any sort, miss?"
Luludja Ruolan: She placed the menu down then brought her elbows up so that she could rest them on the table. Her hands rubbed against themselves, as she turned her head. Her eyes might have appeared to be scanning the area, but her mind was occupied. There wasn't anything at stake, but being in this place; a place that she wasn't yet familiar with kept her from being at ease. Her attention was shot towards the direction of the question. She blinked maybe once or twice before her smile would return. "Hmm? Oh. Honey please." ~f
[Waitress]: With a polite nod the waitress made her way off and disappeared into the back to see about acquiring the woman's honey. It didn't take long, of course, and a quick sweep by the booth dropped off the request before she vanished to cover the rest of the restaurant's needs.
[Family Contact]: Typically simply using their Daily Specials menu would work for contract goods, but this particular request was going to be time sensitive. Coming in through the front, he gave the hostess a nod and started through the common area, rounding the corner and to the booths. Peeking into them it was easy to make her out by the description, and so he sat down, tugging at the leather jacket a bit to get it resting comfortably before settling elbows on the table's top. "So, you're my new milk maid, huh?"
Luludja Ruolan: His arrival caused her to back away from her lean over the table. Her back made contact with the booth seat, her eyes followed him down as he sat himself before her. His comment received a small tug from the corner of her lips. She turned her attention away from him for a moment. Her fingers lightly scratched her own cheek before her eyes found his face again. "Something like that. I am certain that you have already had words with my.. representative. I trust that he spoke highly me, and I know that means little to you, but it must mean enough or you wouldn't be here. What is the job ?" ~f
[Family Contact]: "Just enough to gimme some basics. Hope you don't take too much offense when I say the recommendation doesn't mean as much as seein' that you're reliable." Smirking a bit in that sort of way that all mid level street men who had a higher opinion of their stature did, he rolled his shoulders. "You'll be taking packages from one side'a town to the next, yanno? Real simple like. Gotta make sure you can follow directions." That smirk stayed in place.
Luludja Ruolan: She offered him two nods. Her arms folded over her chest would turn to watch the as the waitresses made their rounds, especially if one happened to pass by their table. She turned and looked back at him. "I get recommended because I am reliable. I am looking forward to proving that to you. Give me a place and a time, were to be to make the pick up. Destination directions, and the parcels will be there." ~f
[Family Contact]: "There's a bistro in the Italian district, the Wine Cellar, do you know it? Has all the lattice work out front, and the vines and such, looks sorta like a good old fashioned Italian village." Reaching under his jacket, he took out a small envelope, sealed with a gold lame' G sticker, sliding it over to her. "When you get there, give this to whoever's at the front. They'll give you the package, and tell you where you're goin' from there."
Luludja Ruolan: "I know it." She offered after he explained about the bistro in the Italian district. She knew that district very well. She watched him reach under his jacket, her eyes tracked the envelope up until it was in her hand. Her natural reaction was to have a look around, before she quickly stuffed the package inside her jacket pocket. Her hand remained inside the pocket, it pressed against the package. "Okay. I am leaving now then." Her free hand left money for the tea. From there, she simply stands up, and swiftly makes her way through the diner, re tracing her steps back to the door. She disappeared not long after that. ~f
Luludja Ruolan: Life can be funny sometimes. One can be going about it settled in the daily rituals that contribute to their individuality, and then bam.. A monkey wrench gets tossed into the gears so to speak. As bad as that may sound, sometimes it isn't bad at all. She found this to be a fascinating time. January 1st, 2014 was the date of her rebirth. She found that to be a little ironic once she discovered what New Years was. The exact time when Darissa Stone ceased to be, is unknown. It was simply forgotten. The only thing that she did know? She was in a stranger's bed.
She escaped the house which she found out later, was a group placement home. She discovered during the course of her research, that Darissa had been seen quite a few placements. That's subject for another time. Before that, a meeting was forced upon her by Jinlong, who was masquerading as an old man. He wanted to catch her dazed, and confused before she could draw attention to herself. It was explained to her that she as a reincarnated spirit, and that there were others. Other spirit travelers who were once like her; people who have existed at one point and time all throughout history. Some spirits were just, others are evil and still others are merely benign. One thing that related them all, were a set of rules. People from this reality would only tolerate their existence so long as it remained inconspicuous. He left her after they reached a basic understanding. He left her to navigate life, no, he left her to navigate Darissa Stone's life.
She departed from that path, and she set out on a new one. One that leads her to the diner. How did she get here? Word of mouth from the right circles. Getting into those circles wasn't easy. She had a lot to overcome. She was still a novice, but she had proven herself to be reliable. That can be valuable asset. Her contact turned her onto this place. He explained to her about the opportunities that could be had, conditional upon her following the guidelines which got her here in the first place. Keep your mouth shut, be reliable, and keep coming back for more jobs. Be tenacious. She could be that.
Her gaze glanced down at the piece of paper in her hand; it was the address of the diner. She pushes the crumpled torn yellow paper into her coat, opens the door and walks in. Her black lace less boots sound, and announce her arrival. Her dark brown eyes glance about, taking in the details of the interior. Her black leather coat clung to her small shoulders. Her coat was left unzipped, offering one peaks at dark blue shirt beneath. The collar of which was stretched out, revealing her collar bone and the thin gold chain around her neck. Dark blue skinny jeans rounded out the outfit. They were torn around the knee. She waited to be seated, and when she was seated, she asked Natasha for the special menu. She was not hungry, but she did request a cup of green tea. ~f
[Natasha Petranovic]: "Welcome to the Belyi Plastini Diner. Where may I seat you." Looking up at the sound of the door, the blonde behind the hostess station straightened up and nodded to the girl with a welcoming smile, if not overly friendly. Her accent was very much Russian, but it did not impact her English in any way. It was a useful language to speak fluently in this particular neighborhood. Taking one menu and a listing of the Daily Specials, she motioned towards the common eating area before waiting on a response. Some people were told to ask for the bar or a booth if they were meeting someone for a proper contact, others had no idea what the second aspect of business in the diner was and a confused response could help weed out the first time eaters. Holding the menus to the chest of her button up shirt, she waited on the woman's response while occasionally glancing around to keep a wary eye on the rest of the diner.
Luludja Ruolan: "A booth please." She stated her seat preference. This setting was at least familiar, in that she was used to meeting in places such as restaurants or diners for exchanges. If it could be done out in the open without rousing suspicion fine. Her contact; the one who referred her to this place, was a low level guy who in turn worked for a mafia type. When it came to dealing with those types, the exchanges happened out in the open most of the time. Those establishments were filled with their people, or they were closed to the public. But, she also saw her fair share of backrooms. If she had a parcel on her, she would have given the waitress a name, she would be told to wait right where she stood. Using one of her two names, and keeping herself enrolled in classes provided something of a cover for her.
She was not naive. If someone with the means wanted to get at her, they could. But she did try to be discreet, and remain somewhat of a mystery to her clients. All they really needed to know anyhow was that the job was going to get done. Their packages that they trusted with her, would be delivered into the right hands. The money, more often than not, it was money, was delivered back to their hands. She was a little bit out of her element. How was she to communicate her true intentions? Say the wrong thing, and she would get nowhere. "I am not hungry." She stated causally. ~f
[Natasha Petranovic]: With a nod, she made her way through the common eating area, rounding the corner into the back bar area where the more private booths remained. Setting the menus down at one of the unoccupied booths, looking to the girl. "Perhaps review the menus anyhow. It is never going to hurt to consider a full stomach, dah?" Another friendly hostess smile was offered before she slid the Daily Specials forward. "Feel free to catch the attention of a waitress passing if you do happen to change your mind. Are you expecting someone, or will they know to look for you back here?" Crossing her hands in front of her hips, she stood there quietly and waited.
Luludja Ruolan: A smile was present on her lips. The smile was not overly friendly, but it was polite never the less. She followed her, and took her seat once they had arrived at the destination of the back bar private booth. One of her slender digits snagged a menu scooted it closer to herself, before she would pick it up and give it a glance. Her brown eyes lifted up towards Natasha. "Yeah, maybe you are right about that. I will look things over." She tilted her head some. "I was referred to this place by an aquantance of mine. He makes contact with the kind of people who will know how to find me I trust." A small smile remained on her tiers. "I think I'll order a tea. Green, no, white please. While I wait." ~f
[Waitress]: With a nod she stepped away from the booth and disappeared around the corner again, giving one of the waitresses a quick brush on the shoulder and whispering into her ear to pass along the request. Occasionally she would wait tables, but if she was expecting someone else it was best for her to be at the front again, ready to pass them on. It wouldn't be but a few minutes for the water to be heated and brought along in a little kettle, along with an empty cup and saucer with a trio of round teabags ready for the steeping. "Do you need honey or sugar of any sort, miss?"
Luludja Ruolan: She placed the menu down then brought her elbows up so that she could rest them on the table. Her hands rubbed against themselves, as she turned her head. Her eyes might have appeared to be scanning the area, but her mind was occupied. There wasn't anything at stake, but being in this place; a place that she wasn't yet familiar with kept her from being at ease. Her attention was shot towards the direction of the question. She blinked maybe once or twice before her smile would return. "Hmm? Oh. Honey please." ~f
[Waitress]: With a polite nod the waitress made her way off and disappeared into the back to see about acquiring the woman's honey. It didn't take long, of course, and a quick sweep by the booth dropped off the request before she vanished to cover the rest of the restaurant's needs.
[Family Contact]: Typically simply using their Daily Specials menu would work for contract goods, but this particular request was going to be time sensitive. Coming in through the front, he gave the hostess a nod and started through the common area, rounding the corner and to the booths. Peeking into them it was easy to make her out by the description, and so he sat down, tugging at the leather jacket a bit to get it resting comfortably before settling elbows on the table's top. "So, you're my new milk maid, huh?"
Luludja Ruolan: His arrival caused her to back away from her lean over the table. Her back made contact with the booth seat, her eyes followed him down as he sat himself before her. His comment received a small tug from the corner of her lips. She turned her attention away from him for a moment. Her fingers lightly scratched her own cheek before her eyes found his face again. "Something like that. I am certain that you have already had words with my.. representative. I trust that he spoke highly me, and I know that means little to you, but it must mean enough or you wouldn't be here. What is the job ?" ~f
[Family Contact]: "Just enough to gimme some basics. Hope you don't take too much offense when I say the recommendation doesn't mean as much as seein' that you're reliable." Smirking a bit in that sort of way that all mid level street men who had a higher opinion of their stature did, he rolled his shoulders. "You'll be taking packages from one side'a town to the next, yanno? Real simple like. Gotta make sure you can follow directions." That smirk stayed in place.
Luludja Ruolan: She offered him two nods. Her arms folded over her chest would turn to watch the as the waitresses made their rounds, especially if one happened to pass by their table. She turned and looked back at him. "I get recommended because I am reliable. I am looking forward to proving that to you. Give me a place and a time, were to be to make the pick up. Destination directions, and the parcels will be there." ~f
[Family Contact]: "There's a bistro in the Italian district, the Wine Cellar, do you know it? Has all the lattice work out front, and the vines and such, looks sorta like a good old fashioned Italian village." Reaching under his jacket, he took out a small envelope, sealed with a gold lame' G sticker, sliding it over to her. "When you get there, give this to whoever's at the front. They'll give you the package, and tell you where you're goin' from there."
Luludja Ruolan: "I know it." She offered after he explained about the bistro in the Italian district. She knew that district very well. She watched him reach under his jacket, her eyes tracked the envelope up until it was in her hand. Her natural reaction was to have a look around, before she quickly stuffed the package inside her jacket pocket. Her hand remained inside the pocket, it pressed against the package. "Okay. I am leaving now then." Her free hand left money for the tea. From there, she simply stands up, and swiftly makes her way through the diner, re tracing her steps back to the door. She disappeared not long after that. ~f