i ain't afraid of no ghosts
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Jul 21, 2016 18:32:25 GMT
Post by the exorcist on Jul 21, 2016 18:32:25 GMT
Today was hectic. There were a couple of unnecessarily demanding, rude customers and Mitch was half-tempted to punch them out of the cafe with a purple gauntlet. Mercifully, he managed to hold in his temper and got them to leave without making too much of a scene. He felt more drained than after fighting three demons at once. God, what he wouldn't give for a single day without ghosts or annoying people.
Who knew being a barista at a small cafe was so difficult? Except, Mitch knew exactly what he was walking into so he really had no right to complain about it. Though that didn't stop him from whining about it anyway.
"Why are people so exhausting?" Mitch grumbled to himself as he wiped down the coffee machines and counters.
At least he whined about it when there was nobody else to listen. He stayed for closing time, as usual, not only to clean up (which was pretty therapeutic) but to check up on his charms. He could only thank his lucky stars that his boss didn't raise too many questions about them. (How anyone could easily accept having weird ass trinkets like his charms hanging around in their cafe is beyond Mitch's understanding.) Speaking of his boss, Ace was off taking care of whatever bosses of cafes had to do at closing time. Which was good, because then he couldn't hear Mitch's complaints about being a barista.
A sudden chill swept through the cafe. Mitch was pretty sure there weren't any open doors or windows and that could only mean one thing: another goddamn ghost.
"Of course. I will never catch a break." He growled out, throwing down the rag in his hands with more force than needed. He huffed and dug around in his pockets for more of those charms. The ones that were still up were losing their effectiveness already - he needed to change those soon.
Notes: this is a weird start but hERE YA GO
Ace Venchurro
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I'm a wreck and I know it
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Jul 27, 2016 15:45:48 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 27, 2016 15:45:48 GMT
[attr="class","bg"] [attr="class","bodybackground"] [attr="class","textbox"]  [attr="class","linkeru2"]ooc: I'm sorry I'm late oml The life of a cafe owner was pretty difficult, the life of a cafe employee and waiter was probably worse.
Ace was in the back storing the day's profit inside the safe, recalling today's events in his mind. There had been a couple of pretty rude and demanding customers today, something that Ace dealt with on a daily basis really. As long as they weren't superpowered beings, he allowed them to stay and serve them the best he could. Although, his employee, Mitch, had gotten most of them today. How he managed to deal with them so calmly was unknown to Ace. Although he could clearly see Mitch was steaming underneath the mask of calmness. But Mitch held his tongue pretty well, and Ace had to give him credit for that.
He liked him, both as an employee and a person. The little trinkets he put around the cafe were pretty interesting and added a little flair to the cafe. Ace was unaware of the trinket's true purpose though and saw them nothing more as decoration. Some other employees voiced their concern about the odd factor of the trinkets, but Ace generally shrugged it off and asked them 'Why not?'. Ace was a pretty laid back and easy going boss, he treated all of his employees well and like friends more than employees sometimes.
At this point, most of the staff went home for the night. Mitch stayed behind as normal and it was just about time to close up shop completely. He stood up from the safe on the floor and closed it shut, suddenly feeling a chill blow through the air. Ace shivered slightly when it touched his back and went up his spine. He walked out of the back office and into the main cafe, rubbing his hands together and looking around on the floor. Mitch was at one of the counters, rummaging around for something in his pocket. The windows weren't opened, neither was the doors. Ace was pretty sure it was still summer time too.
"Mitch, did we leave a window open somewhere or something? You felt that chill just now, didn't you?" Ace asked, walking from behind the back room and closing the door behind him. If Ace had really paid attention, he probably would have noticed the atmosphere of the cafe changed ever so slightly from the supernatural presence that was watching them.
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i ain't afraid of no ghosts
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Post by the exorcist on Aug 1, 2016 0:55:50 GMT
"Um." How did one go about telling his boss that there was a ghost lurking around? Straight up lie about it?
Mitch shrugged as he pulled out the charms. "Don't feel anything." That was a blatant lie - it felt like he was standing inside a freezer. Damn ghosts and their stupid tendency to be chilly. Literally. "You sure you aren't coming down with a cold, boss?"
He could probably play it off as something like that, right? Would his boss raise an eyebrow and ask questions about replacing the charms? Ace didn't mind it when Mitch first put up the charms. He could probably come up with some bullshit excuse or something, right? Mitch eyed the darkening charms warily. That didn't look good. "Aw man, the charms are getting bad already," he grumbled as if complaining about bad weather. "Gotta change 'em."
So Mitch, with the charms in hand, casually strolled over to each charm - one stuck to the edge of a window, another stuck to the wall, two hanging from the ceiling (why the fuck did he think that was a good idea?), and several stuck underneath a few tables - to replace them with a fresh one. By the time he got to the last one at the front doors, he stopped and froze.
A ghost stared back at him.
Mitch tried very hard not to scream. THough he didn't really bother to mask the terror etched on his face.
Notes: mitch is in Fear
Ace Venchurro
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