Death and Coffee ~ roleplay thread

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It is Grayson's belief that since the day she got this job, she has never had a normal morning. In the last week alone, her purse has been stolen, she's been stalked, and repeatedly hit on. Today is no different. Her younger brother had shown up to her apartment at 3 am crying because his dog died while their parents were on their anniversary dinner. Her morning consisted of a furry friend's funeral, but her face doesn't show it. She eventually makes it to the cafe with a fake smile plastered on her face. She adjusts the ribbon tied into her hair so it sits better onto her head and unbuckles her seatbelt.

As soon as she steps out of the car, Grayson notices a familiar face taking a few cookies out of their place. She pads into the cafe and offers the other girl a small closed-mouth smile. "Hey Kassi" She quietly greets her coworker while heading behind the counter. Without another word, she opens the cash drawer and her wallet. She takes out a couple bills, easily enough to cover the cookies, and sticks them inside. She pushes it shut, sets her purse down, and pulls her apron over her head.

Sorry it's short! I'm at school at the moment. I'll have a fancypost tonight.

Atlas had woken up early due to a new contract. A contract that was huge in the work, but also the paycheck. Yet the early wake was debatable on his face, as the straight face he held as he came from the back was usual. His steps we're loud, almost pounding, as her came behind the counter. "Ladies, we're staying late tonight. I've managed to snag us a big catch. Kassidee you can be excused from the meeting but I expect you to get in early so I can give you the run down of it, understand? ", his voice was gruff as he spoke, pouring himself some tea as he tossed about orders.

"That is not my name" Atlas snapped, not liking her overly laid back attitude. "And you're three minutes late. How can I trust you to tale assignments of you can't make it to work on time? Hmm? He scolded before sipping his tea. Just as he finished his statement the door jingled as the first customer of the day came in. " Alright get to work. I'll be in the back if anyone needs anything" He told them with a turn on his heel.

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Gray smiles at Hyejin semi-genuinely and takes a step back so the two can have some space to plan their scheme. When looking around for something to do, she almost instantly sees a few crumbs on the counter, which is unacceptable in her eyes. She is a major neat freak, which benefits her organization, but really just hurts her daily life. She brushes the scraps into her hand and tosses them into the newly emptied trash can. Her attention is brought back to the people around her when her boss walks in, and the semi-smile/smirk is wiped off of her face. She nods respectfully at Atlas while he speaks.

Once again, her day is knocked off it's course when Finnigan walks in and disrupts the peace. A bewildered look is plastered onto her face as she watches Atlas reprimand her, but it is quickly removed when a customer walks in. After noticing that none of her coworkers are jumping at the chance to serve this irritating jogger that comes in almost every morning. She takes her typical place behind the cash register and plasters a giant smile on her face. "Hello sir, may I take your order?" She asks, already preparing his normal coffee behind the counter. He responds like every other day, so she hands him the order, takes his money, and sends him out the door.

(Working on getting my fancypost now <3)

Atlas heard the young employee's comment about his age, but chose to ignore it as she was young and he could punish her via cases rather than scolding. Then his face twisted into a scowl when the new nickname boss-man seemed to be spreading. He sighed getting onto his computer, one of his hands falling into a fist under his chin, scrolling through other major crime organizations offers for the following month. He usually picked out cases and then handed them over to Hyejin to assign.

It felt like years as he sat there, hunching over his work, occasionally sipping. Then the muscles of his back and shoulder began to winding into tightness and knots. With the newfound gentle throbbing he rose up from his desk, pushing his hair out of his face and heading towards the front room, hopefully to refill his half empty mug as well as to ensure they were on task.

Big hands pushing open the door to be met with the employees chattering, but also dealing with costumers and cleaning. He watched for a moment, like a silent hawk, deciding whether or not he could bump the meeting to earlier in the morning, but decided he'd talk to Hyejin about it before he made a decision. He chuckled at Kassidee's comment before deciding to throw himself into the conversation, as he must yell at all late employees. It's only fair.

"Taylor you're late. I expect better from all my employees. That's how you loose your jobs" there was a definite double meaning when he said loosing jobs, the double meaning clearly representing the loss of kills, "And that goes for you too Mori. I will not tolerate irresponsibility" Atlas continued to scold, before staring into the two late employees souls, while also throwing a glare in Finnigan.

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Grayson stays silent while everyone else is talking, determined not to get in trouble once again. It's quite obvious that Atlas is listening and she's going to be staying late with him and Hyejin. If they created tension between the three, it could make that situation very awkward. Thankfully, more customers start to pour in so the conversation will not start once again. She takes another customer's order with a large, fake smile and grabs him a hot chocolate and a latte. "Here you are sir, that will be $5.76" She then takes his money and puts it in the cash register, ready to take the next customer's order.