Both Crysis and Crisis [Mayra]

[KIYOMIZU AOTSUKI]

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[atrb=style, font-family: VERDANA; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: #ccccff; padding: 10px]Aotsuki is supposed to meet with his first ever lady for his job. Everything is alright with the new lady's dorm. It's all clean and shiny and he didn't even have to do some touch ups. The only sole problem was that... he forgot when is he supposed to pick her up... and another would be how his new lady would look like. Scratch that 'sole' problem. He's having a crisis! It's now 9.a.m. and he's considering packing up because he's predicting the worst case scenario. He walked back and forth, both worried and stressed about his new job. Is he going to be alright? He won't get fired in his first try right? Right? Right?! Few rounds of walking back and forth, finally he realized panicking won't help. If the worst case scenario is alright making its way to him, then he'll just screw himself with the worst plan ever. He's going to camp out. A lady wouldn't arrive at night, right? If that's so, then he narrowed his time to meet up with his lady to 'day'. Despite this small insignificance result, he's already praising himself. No, more like consoling himself. The moment he thought of the plan, he sped out of the dorm and in a few minutes, he's already at the gate, leaning on the walls and panting. He'll just wait for his lady like a badass dog here. There's no helping it after all. It's better than waiting in the dorm room. He knew leaning on the wall while waiting for his lady wouldn't be a good image so he stood straight and waited, waited and waited. Every car that stopped made him skip a beat, but the moment the ladies stepped out they were greeted by another butler. This... is really bad. This is the worst day of his life. His first day, and he's doomed to fail. This isn't like him at all. Didn't he waltz through every test like it was nothing? Well, looks like the real deal's always the worst... and the real deal isn't even here yet.

[atrb=style, font-family: verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: ccccff; padding: 10px][OOC] Is this postie too girlie I wonder? DX [CREDITS] Jawn & Hiro of AA Legion Postie Development Research Group 2010

[MAYRA GRACE ALLORE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #B9B4B7; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #777777; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) [/style][style=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank )[/style] [style=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] Clean, unpainted fingers tapped impatiently on the seat beside her. It had been forever since she was stuck in the backseat of the car, driving to Stella Fiore. She knew it was on an island but how far could it possibly be! The only thing she was thankful for right now was that the air conditioner in the car worked, the heat was unbearable, and even though Mayra was the kind of girl who preferred to be outside and active, today was definitely a day where she wouldn't mind staying inside. But sitting in a car for hours wasn't exactly what she had in mind. Finally it seemed they were pulling up to the school, her eyes looked out the tinted window and found a huge academy looming down at her, it was more like a modern castle. There were other girls arriving as well, all in an expensive car with a personal driver, just like her. She glanced down at the picture her in hand, it was a photo of the man that would be at her side for the next two years, her Butler. He looked more like a kid than anything. With a sigh she stepped out as her driver opened her door, wincing a bit as the bright sun shined down. Her long purple hair was tied back into a ponytail and her bangs framed her face. She scanned around and found him. "You there!" She called and went over to him, holding out his picture. "I guess I'm your Lady." Mayra said flatly, not really agreeing that she even needed a butler, she could take good care of herself. Her driver brought over her bags and set them by her feet and then he was gone. She was stuck here. Mayra had attended Stella Fiore when it was still in Milan and she had been there when the attack happened. Her father, a very well known man in the Italian Mafia knew she could take care of herself and sent her across the world to continue her studies at the school so she could eventually take his spot when he grew too old. She is no average Lady. "Mayra Allore." She said, head held high as she offered her hand to her Butler. She then smiled, but it was quite mischievous. [/style][style=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1; border-bottom-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 25px;] TAGS :: amee <3 LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: <33 [/style]

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[KIYOMIZU AOTSUKI]

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[atrb=style, font-family: VERDANA; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: #ccccff; padding: 10px]Four.... Five... Ten... How long had he been standing here? He wondered if he's looking stupid now? He looked around for a while, some butlers are waiting just like him, so it should be okay... This is beginning to drag, but he sucked it up because he's partly at fault here. He'll try to be more careful from now on, so please go easy on him, please, please please, is what's in his mind now. Thankfully he's not the sweaty type, or else he'll be stinky, which isn't good. Well, this situation is already as bad as it is. Could it be any worse? Yes and no, it depends if his lady's coming today or not. A car stopped, and he did as he did to any other car that stopped earlier: stare. The lady who came out was like any other lady around. Elegant and all, but this time she looks a bit... fiery. Or was it just his imagination for mistaking her confidence as a fiery one? Well, whatever it is, he's feeling that he'll be standing here all day today so... He'll just stand here until someone claims him. Or at least wait till someone looks at him like they know him. Wait, isn't the lady looking at him now...? He must be looking more and more like a dork then, until... He saw himself. He got goosebumps for seeing it because it looks so... childish. What happened that time when he took the picture? He recalled it being silly. Something about his friends making a fool out of the photographer and... Look what happened. Oh wait, he isn't supposed to be reminiscing... because he just blurted something unnessasary out! "W-Why this pho-?!" ...By the time he realized he went out of control for a little while, he flushed and acted as if he didn't say anything earlier. He stood up straight again and bowed. He's feeling a bit tense, but at least he's trying his best to look like a cool butler! Well, it's his first time so perhaps it's acceptable for him to be tense... It scares him that he'll only be cool when he's like, 60 years old though. He'll seriously consider changing his name to Sebastian if that happens. "I-I've been w-waiting for you L-Lady..." Crap. What's her name? This is getting badder and badder. Yes. Badder and badder. Thankfully the Lady introduced herself just in time. "...L-Lady Allore." He gulped. This is actually quite harder than his lessons back in that butler school. So he should introduce himself about now, yes? Is there a format for it? Because he forgot all of his lessons and what he should do at this point. "My name is Kiyomizu Aotsuki. I... uh, hope I'll be able to serve you..." Crap he's stuck again. About now, he wants to bang his head to the nearby wall. Why is he stammering?! This is like, the first time he's this nervous for years! "...the best I can...?" ...At least he finished it. God, he wants to kill himself. He saw the luggages, there are two or three, he doesn't know because he's too tense to count, but he's able to handle it. Yup, no problem, otherwise how would he be able to handle his sword? He reached forward and started to pick up her luggage. It's not really heavy, but it isn't exactly light either. He turned to his lady. Maybe he should just drop his formalities. That isn't his forte after all. "A-After you, m-milady." ...He looked down. As expected he can't bring himself to drop the formal stuff. It seemed to matter most for the high class people after all. He wouldn't want to get fired if his current lady looks forgiving. He thinks.

[atrb=style, font-family: verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: ccccff; padding: 10px][OOC] Must... get him... out of formalities! 8DD;; [CREDITS] Jawn & Hiro of AA Legion Postie Development Research Group 2011 [MUSIC] Distant Worlds T^T

[MAYRA GRACE ALLORE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #B9B4B7; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/208aekg.png); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #777777; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) [/style][style=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank )[/style] [style=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] Her brow arched as far as it would go when he blurted out something about the picture. Mayra looked at it. Why? He asked. He didn't expect her to now know what she was getting into did he? She wasn't stupid, she had her father's people look into him as soon as she found out his name. The mafia didn't screw around when it came to stuff like protecting the next generation, and that next generation was Mayra. It wasn't hard to get a whole background check on her new butler, though she didn't want to seem crazy so she only had them tell her the details. " Kiyomzu Aotsuki. Nineteen years old, Japanese, Butler Level C." She said normally, not caring if he thought she was crazy. Then again, maybe she was a little crazy. With an evil grin she stretched her arms out an yawned, tired from being cramped up in that car for so long. When the boy bowed she rolled her eyes, not a fan of all these formalities, she got enough of it at home. Then when he continued to talk and stutter she groaned quietly. Really? Did she have to get paired up with some nervous wreck? A level C butler should be acting like a Level C, not a beginner. Mayra would make sure to complain to the headmaster late on. "Stop with all the formalities. Okay? It's ridiculous. And stop stuttering, you're acting like a cat who is being chased down by a dog. I'm not going to bite." Perhaps that last part wasn't entirely true, she couldn't promise she wouldn't bite, because if he annoyed her to much, she just might. As he reached for her luggage and such she let him though when his hand went to a long thin case, she slapped his hand away. "I'll handle that one." Her voice was quiet as he bent down and picked it up, inside held her own sword, and also a pair of matching twin pistols. She didn't have either of them when she attended the academy in Milan, but this time she wasn't taking any chances. Mayra cleared her throat. "I said no formalities. And you will call me Mayra. Nothing else. Understood?" She didn't wait for his answer and went on ahead of him, carrying her case and heading up the large stone steps that led into the academy. Never did she look back to make sure he was following. [/style][style=background-color: #E6E6E6; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1; border-bottom-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 25px;] TAGS :: amee <3 LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: <33 [/style]

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[KIYOMIZU AOTSUKI]

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[atrb=style, font-family: VERDANA; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: #ccccff; padding: 10px]He stopped shuffling the bags around his back and looked at his lady for a while. Is it wrong to feel violated at this point? Mentally, just because she knows all basic information about him and he kinda lost all that basic info about her. Hopefully he doesn't get busted, otherwise he'll be damned to explain things. The way he lost the proper papers weren't really... nice. In fact, it's safe to say that that paper isn't in this world anymore. That's right, the papers sent to him, gone. "Oh. Um. Okay." So the main point was to stop the formalities... You know what, that's awesome! Look around for a bit and you'll see scary ladies dominating their poor butlers. Looks like this isn't the worst day of his after all. He nodded a bit timidly, embarrassed being labeled as a dog or a cat... being chased. No way he's going to be like that for the rest of the year with his lady. As he was about to grab the last, bag which looks quite light, his hand was slapped away by his lady. ...Must be her personal undergarments. ...He understands. All ladies are supposed to be feminine after all. It's obvious they might be shy about having men having their undergarments in possesion. He can't help but smile a bit even after his inner thoughts shouting not to smile like a crazed old dude. And since his lady seemed to be stern, perhaps she's somehow the friendly type as well! So there, he can't handle restricting his smile now. "Yeah!" He grinned like a crazed idiot now. He'll be living with her for a year or two after all. Being yourself in front of your employer or something is something great, from his perspective. When his lady begin walking away, he followed quietly, content with his mistress. Then again, this is rather ackward. Running here takes minutes, and he wouldn't want to think about a silent journey taking more than ten minutes. "M-Mayra?" He started. Seriously, calling her like this sounds off. Especially since he's supposed to respect her. Hopefully this doesn't get him in trouble. He did notice they emphasized about the relationship between ladies and butlers after all. "Do you have anything you're allergic to...?" He supposed this is a nice and reasonable act to break the silence. Not too close and reasonable too.

[atrb=style, font-family: verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: ccccff; padding: 10px][OOC] Sorry for the bad quality. DX [CREDITS] Jawn & Hiro of AA Legion Postie Development Research Group 2011 [MUSIC] Sakavec Raplanca

[MAYRA GRACE ALLORE]

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[KIYOMIZU AOTSUKI]

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[atrb=style, font-family: VERDANA; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: #ccccff; padding: 10px]He's thinking that his lady would give him a straight out answer for him. Still a long way to the dorms and following her silently isn't that much fun for him. That's the reason why he's working his brains out even while merely waiting for a response. He's almost multitasking. Simulating conversations and any plausible questions and what to answer. He's going to be so beat mantally tonight. That's for sure. "....Sorry." He was about to stammer again. Isn't it normal to stammer being scolded? It sounds like that to him. He actually stopped himself from stammering by swallowing air, then made the words come out straight. This is really bad. No one wants a stammerer for a butler, right? He should get used to this fast. Thankfully, soon and slowly it became much easier to talk. Either that he forced himself to get used to it or... Well, who cares about the reasoning? As long as he can get by without stammering, then it's good. "Gotcha. Then... anything you like...?" He wondered if ladies like her has anything she likes. She looks strict so it looks as though she goeson a strict diet every so often. Maybe she's so disciplined that she doesn't have any favorite food at all! Aotsuki giving up his favorite food seemed like hell.

[atrb=style, font-family: verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #2851ce; color: ccccff; padding: 10px][OOC] Oniku. [CREDITS] Jawn & Hiro of AA Legion Postie Development Research Group 2011 [MUSIC]Ao no Exorcist OST