1 Fill-In Waiter [D-Rank|Private|Training] Sun Jun 08, 2014 9:18 pm
Seiryū
D-rank
When he chosen to take this task, he had assumed it would be at a normal restaurant, perhaps a fast-food place would be far more preferable, all due to one small detail. But, seeing as how he never went over the full description of the posted job, he had put himself in this position with no way to back out of it. Well, there was a way for him to escape this entire thing, but his sense of duty, however influential it be, dictated that he go and complete the task he had chosen to take on. These kinds of things in his younger life he would’ve balked at doing, he knew he needed money, and the only way to get any funds was to do these miniscule tasks for the time being. Besides, maybe there would be some benefits to being a waiter at a family diner, as he had visited this one on many occasions. While dubbed as a family restaurant, he knew families weren’t the only ones to frequent the place, as people came with groups of friends at a time, thus an idea popped in to mind before it disappeared after a mere second. That wasn’t under his control, nor was it his priority, but if it happened, he’d take the opportunity. For now, he needed to get ready, no matter how much he disliked wearing such attire; he needed to do so for the job.
In the bathroom of his apartment, clad in solely his black dress pants and a towel draped across his shoulders for the time being, Seiryū’s current objective was to comb his hair, the hair which he usually let to settle back in a fashion that is became more natural for his hair to curl that way over time. Today, he wouldn’t change much of his usually style – when it came to his hair – as he would push it back like always, though he’d have to set his bangs out of the way, as it would be fitting of being a waiter. Several moments he spent looking in the mirror, staring at his reflection and analysing his wet tresses. He preferred not to do this, but it was a part of the description, though it could hold some assistance when it came to getting tips, the bread and butter of being a waiter or waitress. And anything else that came along with it would be welcome as well. Taking his natural-bristle brush, grasping it in his right hand, Seiryū slowly raised it to his hair, still contemplating on ignoring the request to look dapper. In the end, he relinquished the urge and went with styling himself in a proper way. Gently, with the brush in hand, he went about combing his tresses back, not putting much pressure on them to sit down, as the way his hair would fall would look elegant enough. Once his hairs were in place, his regular styling with the lack of bangs, he stuffed the comb back in the drawer he originally took it out of and left through the door that led to the small hallway and turned in to the next door to enter his bedroom, where his clothes were laid out on the bed. The uniform that he had been told to wear was simple, as the items he already owned; just rarely ever wore. With already half the uniform on, Seiryū sat on the edge of the bed to grab the black dress socks he would wear, though those would be covered up by the polished black dress shoes that had never seen the light of day for as long as he could remember. After he had put on his socks, Seiryū fumbled his hand around the bed, grabbing his white dress shirt by the arm and instantly draping it over his shoulders. The shirt part had been vague in the description, but knowing the semi-formality of the restaurant, the shirt would be enough and there was no need for a tie of any sorts. As he buttoned up the shirt, leaving only the top most button undone, Seiryū got to his feet, attempting to slide his shoes on while fixing his shirt. The only matter that would be left at hand would be tucking in his shirt, which he did with hasty motions as he walked towards the door of his apartment that would lead him out.
Word Count: 746
Mission Word Count 600/600
Stats Training Word Count: 146
In the bathroom of his apartment, clad in solely his black dress pants and a towel draped across his shoulders for the time being, Seiryū’s current objective was to comb his hair, the hair which he usually let to settle back in a fashion that is became more natural for his hair to curl that way over time. Today, he wouldn’t change much of his usually style – when it came to his hair – as he would push it back like always, though he’d have to set his bangs out of the way, as it would be fitting of being a waiter. Several moments he spent looking in the mirror, staring at his reflection and analysing his wet tresses. He preferred not to do this, but it was a part of the description, though it could hold some assistance when it came to getting tips, the bread and butter of being a waiter or waitress. And anything else that came along with it would be welcome as well. Taking his natural-bristle brush, grasping it in his right hand, Seiryū slowly raised it to his hair, still contemplating on ignoring the request to look dapper. In the end, he relinquished the urge and went with styling himself in a proper way. Gently, with the brush in hand, he went about combing his tresses back, not putting much pressure on them to sit down, as the way his hair would fall would look elegant enough. Once his hairs were in place, his regular styling with the lack of bangs, he stuffed the comb back in the drawer he originally took it out of and left through the door that led to the small hallway and turned in to the next door to enter his bedroom, where his clothes were laid out on the bed. The uniform that he had been told to wear was simple, as the items he already owned; just rarely ever wore. With already half the uniform on, Seiryū sat on the edge of the bed to grab the black dress socks he would wear, though those would be covered up by the polished black dress shoes that had never seen the light of day for as long as he could remember. After he had put on his socks, Seiryū fumbled his hand around the bed, grabbing his white dress shirt by the arm and instantly draping it over his shoulders. The shirt part had been vague in the description, but knowing the semi-formality of the restaurant, the shirt would be enough and there was no need for a tie of any sorts. As he buttoned up the shirt, leaving only the top most button undone, Seiryū got to his feet, attempting to slide his shoes on while fixing his shirt. The only matter that would be left at hand would be tucking in his shirt, which he did with hasty motions as he walked towards the door of his apartment that would lead him out.
Word Count: 746
Mission Word Count 600/600
Stats Training Word Count: 146
- Mission Description:
- Mission name: Fill-In Waiter
Mission rank: D
Objective: Fill in for the Missing Waiters
Location: Sunagakure
Reward: 60
Mission description: A restaurant in the Sand Village is missing its waiters and they need ninja to fill in for the sick staff. The Kazekage has asked any and all ninja to complete this Mission and fill in for the missing staff.
Mission details: Minimum 600 words describing what you do to help out in the restaurant. Also be warned that females who take this mission will be subject to wearing a bunny girl or French made outfit depending on the manager.