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Post by sav2 on Dec 27, 2010 16:04:47 GMT -5
 it was rounding that time where marlow's nerves were starting to be pushed toward the edge. every table in nello's was occupied. there wasn't one seat in the house open and that was when panic struck him like a fatal case of the stomach flu. a smile was plastered across his face as he weaved his way through the crowd, dropping the square plates full of food to the appropriate tables and asking if they needed another apple martini before the left. somewhere in between leaving one of his tables and making his way toward the bar he ran into someone that looked strikingly familiar to jay z. or was it... maybe he'd been hit with something even worse like... swine flu. marlow tried to keep his composure while he bolted through the swinging doors that separated the kitchen from the dining area with an empty tray ready for food to placed on. the chefs were yelling back and forth to each other, asking for the food that wasn't plated yet while they slaved over the burners and stoves. the boy rushed to the deck and put his tray up on the metal shelf before rushing to the nearest sink to wash his hands. he wouldn't be one of the waiters that got yelled out for being "unsanitary" tonight. you think after at least a year or so of having this job he would get the hang out things? no, sir. friday nights were always the worst. "marlow!" a chef called his name just as marlow dried his hands off. the red head walked back over to the deck to find his tray full of square plates neatly placed side by side the other. he lifted the tray of the deck steadily before it sat in the palm of his hand. "y'know, i like you kid," marlow snapped his head up to see the head chef, tony, looking right at him. "but you need to get the fuck out of my kitchen." tony smiled at him while keeping the seriousness in his words known. "right," marlow said to himself more then tony and spun on his heel to deliver his food.
the night continued on like that. marlow would run from the tables, to the bar, to the kitchen and then repeat. he jumped from one table of socialites to one accompanied by celebrities (one actually did have beyonce and jay z, but not in his section). they all ordered the most expensive meal on the menu and asked for the drink that could give them a buzz before their appetizers were served. they all wore diamonds either draped across their necks or stuck on their fingers. most of their conversations happened to be the same. they all consisted of parties, money, and gossip of people who had more to offer then they did or who were a little less fortunate. at some point marlow heard the name of a kid he grew up with in high school while setting down a plate of the truffle carpaccio in front of an a women in her forties with purple bags not even concealer could hid underneath her eyes. apparently his family had filed for bankruptcy and were about to lose everything to their name. this was the type of life marlow couldn't escape from. even when he had tried he was sucked back. nello's now only held a few couples hidden away in the corner tables of the restaurant. it was an hour before he could clock out and drive in his ol' toyota camry to his comfy and messy apartment. he prayed for no one else would walk through the wooden entrance door of the restaurant while he bussed his tables and picked up his tips.
but of course, just like in the movies, he asked for too much. just as mar picked up his bus bucket and headed toward the back to hand all the contents inside to the dishwasher a table of at least six came in. they were all girls. all tall in their designer shoes and looking almost identical in their long winter coats with the scarves to match. they all screamed pretentious and made marlow roll his eyes before he swung through the doors of the kitchen once again. "we have one more table for the night, boys. table of six. all girls... most likely picky." he announced and walked toward the dish station, transferring the plates from his bucket to the several shelves full of dirty dishes. the cooks in the kitchen groaned in unison. they already started work scrubbing the grease from the burners they would now have to put back to serve their last customers of the night. marlow was just finishing up stacking his dishes when the bartender busted through the doors with a tray of shots in his hand. he walked over to the deck, sat the black circle on the shelf, and started handing out the shots. mar took his without hesitation. "here's to one more hour," the bartender toasted, holding his shot in the air and then throwing it back. marlow mimicked him and tried to stomach the whiskey running through him. "i think it'll be hell of an hour. i can hear them from here." he laughed and pulled out his pad and pen.
with a fake crooked smile on his face marlow sauntered over to the table the lovely hostess, anne, sat them at. he examined the girls more thoroughly. typical upper east siders. from their manicured nails to the extravagant headbands lost in their hair. all of their iphones and blackberries were out in front of them but not in use while they argued over what sounded good and what they couldn't eat. "good evening, ladies," marlow started with his smile still intact. "can i interest you in anything to drink today? we have champagne, wine, and if you'd like anything else our bar is still open for your drinking pleasures." he tried to sound as real and genuine as possible, but felt the asshole inside him was going to become a little more prominent as the evening dragged on. oh, it would for sure.
-------------------------------------------------------------- THIS POST IS FOR THE LOVELY JULIETTE PLAYED BY SAMI. IT'S 1,030 WORDS LONG AND DEFINITELY COMPLETE. MARLOW IS WEARING THIS AND I MIGHT SAY HE LOOKS QUITE DAPER IN IT. AS FAR AS NOTES GO IMMA SAY THAT THIS IS SUCKTASTIC, BUT WOOT FOR JULOW?
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Post by sami2 on Dec 27, 2010 18:28:09 GMT -5
  brown eyes gleamed and a smile was flashed as juliette found herself posing for what seemed like an eternity. if there was anything about show business that the blond didn't like, it was the amount of photographs and photoshoots she posed in. she loved being in front of the camera, but still shots just weren't her thing and she never liked the whole dressing up for a day to take a few pictures that would be in magazines. acting was her passion, but this was a little excessive. though she tried to tell her manager to keep the photographs to a minimum, it seemed as though she never really got her wish. she sighed as she was whisked away to the makeup and hair area, plopping herself down in the same chair she had been sitting in earlier. she knew the routine. one outfit after the next and it wouldn't end until very late. she inhaled deeply, trying to relax herself, before she pulled out her iphone, flipping through messages that she may have missed while taking photos.
as she responded to her texts and e-mails, she felt her face jerked in different ways as new makeup was applied. sometimes she wondered how she got herself into this mess. if it wasn't for her love of acting, she probably would've gone back to school to study animal science, but she loved her job and the people she met. julie tried her hardest to stay level-headed and down to earth and she knew she couldn't let the fame get to her. she thanked God everyday for where she was in her life and was forever grateful that the press never really had "gossip" to dish out on her. her focus was her passion to act, not the parties and the money. she turned off the phone just as it was yanked out of her hands by her manager, who just happened to be her aunt. her brown eyes flashed up at the older woman and she bit her lip, holding back what she would've hissed back at her, but she kept it to herself.
instead, she sighed and pulled herself out of the chair, following another wardrobe person to an aisle of racks lined with outfits for her to try. she figured most girls would kill to be in her position right now, but she couldn't be happy about it. she wanted to find love. after all, she was a bit of a romantic. she could find fans, the money, and friends, but she wanted someone to be there for her because of her and not her wealth or her fame or her paparazzi. she arched her back and stared at the ballgown that was thrust her way. she loved clothes, but this was a little...much. she shook her head and took it with her into the changing room, pulling the gown on and zipping it halfway. she stepped back out for another half hour of torturous poses, her head angled so many different ways that she didn't even know were possible.
it seemed like ages until finally she was free to go and she hurried to take off the gown she was wearing. she changed back into the dress she had brought with her to meet with her girlfriends for dinner. as she zipped up her dress, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. she turned to the side, looking at her back. the small scar was still there. she flinched and turned back to wipe off most of the makeup from her face, leaving only the light shade of mascara and a light lip color. she snatched up her purse and disappeared from the studio, making her way down to the limo waiting for her outside of the building. as she slid in and gave directions, she rested her head against the window, taking in the sights of east hampton. it was a beautiful place and she loved that she grew up here.
she was lost in thought as she pulled up to the restaurant. it was dark out already and she bit her lip, not really wanting to see the girls right now. she was too busy wanting to go home and settle down with a good book. she was slightly shocked when the driver opened her door and she beamed, hugging him gently. he had been a big part of her life since she was young and she considered him part of the family. thank you, she beamed. the smile on his face proved to her that he didn't hear that enough from the people in her family that he drove around. she picked up the purse from the seat and made her way in, meeting with the girls. she was surrounded by hugs and kisses on the cheek as she greeted her friends, a small smile plastered on her features.
as they were seated, instantly the conversation was started up. arguments were made over what to eat, who's outfit was cuter arguments started, the latest gossip conversations started and she sat there on the edge of the table, looking out at the people around. she recognized quite a few of the famous celebrities and socialites in the room and she raised her hand, gently waving at some of them before she turned back to her menu. she wasn't hungry, to be honest, and she only felt thirsty after the long day she had. she was lost in thought again, but she felt a nudge when one of her friends hit her in the ribs,reminding her that the waiter was there to take their order. she looked up into the face of a red-haired guy with a fake-looking smile who didn't look like he wanted his job to go any longer tonight.
she gave him a genuine smile as she realized it was her turn to order. he was cute and she did have to double-take at first. she wondered if he even knew who she was. "long day, huh?" she joked lightly, her brown eyes studying his features. "i'm just going to have an apple martini." she was finished ordering, but she wanted to say more to him. "do you mind recommending your favorite dish to me?" she smiled genuinely.
TAG: sav & marlow
WORDS: no idea!
OUTFIT: here!
NOTES: cute little marlow & juliette. she's horrible at flirting.
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Post by sav2 on Dec 28, 2010 3:12:56 GMT -5
moving out to new york changed everything for marlow. it left him without the friends he grew up with and a place he could call home. while his father strived for success mar was busy trying too hard to fit in. private school, especially as exclusive as loyola, had its own strict rules involving outsiders. transfer students were usually casted out unless they proved themselves to be more ostentatious than the other students. he tried almost everything his freshman year. no matter how many sports he tried out for or how involved he tried to become in the academic societies loyola had to offer it just wasn't for him. so, he gave up like any other loser would. school became a joke. the social aspect of it at least. he took the work given in his classes with ease and never complained when term papers were due two days after they'd been assigned. mar also spent the weekends to himself with the several books his mother splurged on to make their new home more "glamorous", painting (a skill he almost forgot he had in his attempts to fit in), or out with the few friends he managed to make who shared the same perspective he did. the rich and famous lifestyle wasn't for marlow in any way, shape, or form.
that's what brought him back to seattle after graduation. instead of applying for columbia, brown, or yale- even though his father's new wealth could give him enough to go anywhere his heart desired- marlow packed his bags, took the first flight he could the day after he threw his cap into the air, and headed home. he had been planning it for months. he would stay with his grandparents while working a part time job and exploring his creativity with a paint brush. of course they frowned down at him to have such silly goals after all they gave him. heaven forbid their son, christopher and ally o'neill's son nonetheless, want to live a normal life. blasphemy! marlow couldn't have been any happier. the second his flight landed and he stepped back into the constant rainfall seattle provided year round told him he made the right decision.
he could have spent the rest of his days under the gray overcast of the clouds. if it'd been his choice marlow would never have gone back. his mother decided that for him. her hysterics and pleas pushed marlow to purchase his one-way ticket back to new york. the doctors thought they found traces of cancer in his father's lungs. that was the only thing ally o'neill kept saying on the phone even when her son tried to ask her how serious they believed it to be. after ten minutes of listening to his mother's crying he finally asked for isaac who then told him everything he needed to know. luckily they could perform a surgery to rid all the cancer and as a precaution his father would endure radiation which would leave him weak and moody. at first marlow was reluctant. they had isaac, who by now graduated high school and was studying at columbia to get his degree in business; if it was a matter of dealing with all of his father's paper work and meetings that was all his department. mom would take care of dad during his treatment and once he was nursed back to good health everything could turn back to the way they were. but the pair insisted that his father wanted him there for support... as if.
it took months for his father to recover. marlow spent half of the time in his parent's bedroom reading and watching his dad sleep while his mother organize social parties to make it seem like things were just peachy like they'd been before. those few months made him really take a look at what his family became. his dad was turning into a business tycoon thanks to his high paying and exclusive clients. mom was now a socialite to boot with the wardrobe and agenda at the ready. his brother wanted to follow in his dad's footsteps so he could provide for a family he could ignore half the year while he counted his money. all the while he happened to be the one too blind to really see the damage done. the family they used to be, the one that stayed in on saturdays to watch movies and all sat down for home cooked dinners, was no longer there. the family he had been apart of died years ago and here he was, the only survivor. as soon as his dad could walk without needing anyone's help marlow left again. his grandparents refused to house a grandson who carried embarrassment around with his name so, as a last resort, marlow headed for a place he knew like the back of his hand.
the upper east side wasn't exactly ideal, but it would do. when the o'neill's would spend the summers in their house right on the beach marlow had all the freedom in the world to explore. he knew every dip in the sand thanks to one of his summer jobs out on sag harbor. his free time lead him into the shops in east hampton village, the stables full of wild horses, and gave him the opportunity to meet the clerks operating the markets. all the money piled in his savings account went toward the first and last rent payment on his new apartment and after that he went job hunting. all nello's heard was o'neill and he was hired. apparently his father's business really "took off" after setting up an alarm system and cameras around the restaurant. marlow somehow smiled through the story and left feeling so blessed to have found a place that would actually hire him because they saw a person with potential and possessed a hint of good work ethics...
and now here he was. twenty-three, single, waiting on six socialites batting their eyelashes at him. make that five. one, her face looking somewhat familiar, had her head up in the clouds. "oh, i possibly don't know. i'm having a really hard time deciding between the portobello and insalata mista," a brunette at the far end of the table announced, pouting out her bottom lip. she flicked her green eyes over at marlow and rested her head on the plam of her hand. "what do you think is better?" her voice was a note higher than before. mar always wondered why girls did that. was having a squeaky voice suppose to attract men? was it some sirens call he just wasn't picking up on? "i'd say the portobello." he answered blunty. the girl's flirtatious smile fell and her hand retreated back to her blackberry. "that's fine then," she said and mar scribbled down the brunette's order before looking at the girl to her right. he took her, the giggly blonde beside her, and then the red head next to her's order before he looked over at the second too last girl. he was getting a head ache by just smelling all of their perfumes. "i'm going to have the linguine alle vongole, but can you tell them to go easy on the oil?" the way she wrinkled up her nose made marlow have to fight back his laughter. if he didn't go to school with this one he would be surprised. "of course. afraid you might stain your prada coat?" he tried to sound as if he gave two shits. her eyes zeroed in on him and the corner of her lip curled up, "definitely not prada. gucci." she corrected him. "i didn't really know there was a difference." marlow sounded as upbeat as possible and threw her a full smile before turning the last guest. "and for you miss?" the snotty friend had to nudge her in the arm in order for her to come back to reality.
the girl looked up at him with her big, chocolate brown eyes and threw a smile, a sincere one, his way. that was out of the ordinary. "you can say that," he answered in all honesty with a half hearted laughter following not to far behind. marlow scrawled down apple martini on his pad and was about to dismiss himself when the girl's voice, in the same polite tone she used before, asked him what his favorite dish was. if he wanted to be honest with her... he would say none of the above. the cooks made him his usual grilled cheese sandwich before he headed home for the night. marlow never tasted anything from nello's... which was weird since he'd been working here for quite sometime. "i guess i would say the..." he searched the menu for a brief moment. "the involtini di pollo, but if you want to save yourself the carbs," he just couldn't be nice, could he? "stick with the portobello." and with that he flashed one more grin and headed for the back, rolling his eyes as he looked down at his pad.
-------------------------------------------------------------- THIS POST IS FOR THE LOVELY JULIETTE PLAYED BY SAMI. IT'S WOW I GOT CARRIED AWAY WORDS LONG AND DEFINITELY COMPLETE. MARLOW IS WEARING THIS AND I MIGHT SAY HE LOOKS QUITE DAPER IN IT. AS FAR AS NOTES GO IMMA SAY THAT THIS IS SUCKTASTIC, BUT WOOT FOR JULOW?
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Post by sami2 on Dec 28, 2010 14:50:43 GMT -5
as the group of girls waited for a table, she couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by them. sure, she grew up with most of these girls since they were kids, but she knew she never wanted to turn out like them. these girls were socialites and party fiends and though julie loved a good party, she wasn't sure of their behaviour. these girls craved attention from their parents, wanting to fool around with every guy, ever drug, land the front page of every newspaper. as for juliette, she would rather stay off the front page of magazines and would rather be caught doing something nice for society rather than wrecking it. their laughs were so high-pitched and it had taken her twenty-one years to get used to it, but she found she still wasn't. she sighed and picked up her phone, flipping through text messages. that is, until one of her friends started talking about boyfriends and which boy they had screwed around with recently. she made a small face, mostly to herself, in disgust. of the group, juliette was a bit of a "prude" in their eyes.
now this wasn't to say juliette hadn't done some crazy shit with guys, but she didn't do it every weekend, which was considered "prudish" among the group. she endured the talk as best as she could until it was her turn to talk, but she had nothing to say. they laughed again at her and she turned her head, simply thinking. as the red-haired boy came around to take their orders, and she was nudged, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. you can say that. his voice echoed through her head and the small laugh he gave her afterwards made her smile somewhat sympathetically and understandingly. that was something she usually said after she spend a whole day with the girls she was sitting with. she reached up to brush a stray hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. his second response was, however, slightly unexpected but understandable. juliette was slightly taken aback with the response and watched him as he turned and left.
well that was rude. a high-pitched voice chimed out. juliette shrugged and turned back to the table. the girls were instantly launched into a chat about the waiter and his behaviour, though all juliette could think about was his appearance and demeanor. he seemed different in her eyes and he seemed so real and she could understand his snappy attitude. she doubted anyone truly wanted to work as a waiter and dealing with such high-maintenance people on occasion would get annoying, even to juliette herself. the girl sitting beside juliette turned to her and gave her a devilish grin, lightly poking juliette. someone has a crush on redhead over there. juliette laughed and blushed slightly, ducking her head and looking down at her phone. "I don't. I just think deep down he's a lot nicer than some of them give him credit for," she laughed and nodded at the other half of the table where most of the girls were fixing their makeup and texting.
she shook her head and waited for him to come back to the table, not able to get him off her mind at the moment. she was quiet and lost in thought again. and she noticed her friend waving him back over, impatiently. she sighed and blushed, feeling embarrassed of her friends. she raised her head, waving him over slightly. "I'm sorry about my friends. Honestly, they're not this bad usually. Do you think I can get another apple martini though," she questioned gently.
TAG: sav & marlow
WORDS: no idea!
OUTFIT: here!
NOTES: cute little marlow & juliette. she's horrible at flirting.
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Post by sav2 on Dec 28, 2010 20:25:01 GMT -5
the chefs were firing up the grills when marlow retreated to the back of the kitchen. "you guys have it a little easy. most of them just wanted a salad. go figure." he tore the piece of paper from his pad and slapped it onto the metal shelf. tony read of the orders to his cooks and looked at marlow, nodding his head to dismiss the waiter. mar turned and headed through the doors again this time going to the bar instead of the chatty table. their conversation could be heard from across the restaurant. boys. what else did girls talk about anyway? the things they did with boys. nothing out of the ordinary there. then redheads. well, all signs pointed to him unless their red haired girl friend was more of a boy friend. there was a smile of satisfaction across mar's face as he heard them. yes, he was rude. people who treated others like they could buy or expect their affection deserved a rude awakening like that.
sam, the bartender, laughed at him. "you get a real kick out of tormenting people, huh?" he set down the glass he was cleaning while marlow leaned against the wooden structure of the bar. "i wouldn't call it torture. i just know how to annoy the right people," he corrected his co-worker and looked back over at the table of girls who were now laughing at the one who'd been the nicest to him. "i need four cosmos, a rum & coke, and then an apple martini." marlow repeated the ladies request for drinks and patiently waited while sam fixed them all up and sat them neatly on his tray. "thank you, sir." he smiled while picking his tray up and making his way across the restaurant to their table.
"ladies," he spoke up once he reached them and began setting down the drinks accordingly. "here are your cosmos," he turned to the unfriendly brunette "your rum & coke," his smile wider then ever while he sat her drink in front of her. if he wanted to really cause that girl some humiliation he could have "accidently" spilt it on her. now that would have given him a laugh. marlow spared her though and brought his attention to the nicest one of the group. " and your apple martini." he finished off and tried to avoid her eyes. there was something about that one. marlow was afraid if he even looked at her she would see it... him. the boy was content with being practically invisible to this type of world that he became afraid of someone actually caring and throwing him back into it. this was another reason why he acted the way he did guests who found him attractive. he didn't want to get mixed up in it all. "uh, if you guys need anything else just let me know. your food should be out momentarily." he clapped his hands together and took off again.
in fifteen minutes marlow checked on his other table, getting them their drinks as they wished, and rid their table of the plates on it. he also counted his tips and straightened up the back where all the waiters/waitresses/hostess kept their things. occasionlly he would see one of the girls wave him over to their table but he shrugged their requests off and made his way back into the kitchen to see a cook placing the last of his last table's orders onto a tray. "thank god," he sighed and rushed to the deck. "it was that last one that took forever. someone couldn't get the chicken cooked right," tony's eyes zeroed in on one of the chef's down the way. marlow's mouth formed into an 'o' shape while he raised his shoulders. "not my problem." he smiled with no sympathy and left the kitchen.
quickly, marlow shuffled over to the table of girls yet again. "sorry about the wait," marlow apologized without any earnest in his voice and began placing the dishes down on the table. "at least you've managed to do something right," the brunette commented and took her napkin from the table, fixing it on her lap in case any of her oil-free salad fell on her. marlow tried to fight back calling her a bitch flat out. he could fell all the blood rushing to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, but continued with what he was doing. the night was almost over. it took him awhile before all the orders reached the right girls but he managed and mentally gave himself a pat on the back. he was about to turn away again when the nice one asked for his attention once again. shit, he thought and met her eyes. he wanted to be rude to her. he wanted say that he didn't like how nice she was to him or ask her why she was hanging out with a bunch of bimbos. but he couldn't. "it's no problem. i don't pay attention to people with a lower iq then me anyway," he addressed her friends behavior and then nodded to getting her a martini. "i'll be back with that for you."
why? marlow thought to himself. people didn't put up with him. at least people from that world didn't. they usually just tipped him horribly and that was it. they didn't actually try and figure him out. it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that nice one's strategy. she thought there was more to him, he had a reason for being the way he was, etc. it was just too out of the ordinary. he never met a someone with wealth who actually had a soul. marlow's head was buried in his thoughts by the time he reached the bar. "uh," sam stared at his friend, waving his hand in front of his face. "marlow?" he spoke up until the ginger's head snapped up. "oh... sorry, sam. another apple martini." he ordered and tried to stray away from logic while he waited. once the martini was ready marlow took it back to the table. "here you go, miss." marlow kept his eyes off her. he didn't want her to keep trying to get him. he never felt this... vulnerable before.
-------------------------------------------------------------- THIS POST IS FOR THE LOVELY JULIETTE PLAYED BY SAMI. IT'S 1,030 WORDS LONG AND DEFINITELY COMPLETE. MARLOW IS WEARING THIS AND I MIGHT SAY HE LOOKS QUITE DAPER IN IT. AS FAR AS NOTES GO IMMA SAY WOOT FOR JULOW?
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