Ain't no rest for the wicked [Open]

[CASPER FALLON]

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Casper loved working, in fact, he spent every free moment he could working in El Dorado, the local jazz restaurant. It was his escape from the real world, all he had to do was clean tables and take orders. The rest of the time he could sit and think about what was going on. It was mostly small things that took two moments to clear up. But recently it had been about his current non-existent relationship.

He had broken up with his previous boyfriend, Sam - a tattoo artist, to date a dark haired twin he hardly knew. And for no real reason other than his parents didn't know about Aiden and they would be able to sneak out together. This had proved a disaster when Aiden left him almost a week later. Now his was single, and almost ready to mingle. He had, of course, begged Sam to forgive him, but had been turned away empty handed. Casper wasn't surprised, in fact, he was still in shock that Sam still allowed him in the studio to get his piercings. Not that he really went in. He had taken most of his out and was now waiting on his hip piercings to grow out.

He was now looking more at his education and his future jobs rather than the way he looked. He spend his weekdays up at Sky High, learning all he could about saving humanity. While taking evening classes in Law to influence his chances of a job as a Lawyer as his 'secret identity'. He had his whole life sorted out. That was until his father died.

Casper was devastated, he knew the cancer had spread like wildfire but he didn't expect it so soon. His brothers and sisters had taken time off school to take care of their mother. But Casper just didn't have time. He had to work to bring in money.

Suddenly the door opened and Casper was on his feet ready to greet them. Hello, welcome to El Dorado. A table for...? he began, finally looking up to the person before him. His trademark, 'office', smile showing his clean white teeth.
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[Ramona Descartes]

[Love the Paloma lyrics]

I was walking down the street
When out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said, "I've never seen a man
Who looked so all alone -
Could you use a little company...?"

One, please, Ramona said, flashing an equally charming smile back at the waiter. This was the first night of her new-found confidence. Who knew that you could work such wonders by brushing your hair slightly differently and wearing a bit of make-up? It was like wearing a mask - no one knew her anyway, so no one would think she was acting strangely. Tonight, she was just another girl, alone in the bar - though hopefully not for long...

She was on holiday, staying with her cousin, Marina. Marina was beautiful and charming and confident and way, way out there. She partied almost every night, and for that week, she took Ramona everywhere, even though she was underage. When you're with someone like Marina, no one cares how old you are - you're obviously acceptable. Marina did her make-up, and let her borrow dresses, and made her a different person. And on the last night...
"Hey darlin', what you doin'?" came a drunken voice from behind her. She turned with a beaming face to see 'the popular boy' standing there, beer in hand, looking at her. Actually looking at her. Ramona didn't much care for his looks or his behaviour, but he was looking at her. You know, looking. Properly, looking her up and down, eyes resting on her hips and chest, even though there was nothing spectacular there, and running down her bare legs, back up to her face. He smiled and stepped towards her.
"Nothing much," she replied, moving slightly closer to him, so the distance between them shrank dramatically.
"Would you like me to keep you busy for a bit?"
"Perhaps." And he kissed her, before she even reconsidered his euphemism. They didn't do anything - he passed out before they did anything, not that she wanted to with him, for her first time, but... She had loved it.

Tonight she was dressed up nicely, a small indigo dress clinging to her hips and a silver cardigan keeping her shoulders just warm enough, but showing enough pale skin around her neck and collar bone to make a man intrigued. She ran a hand through her hair absent-mindedly. The waiter - he was cute. Was he gay? Somehow she thought he was, sadly. She felt - not arrogantly - that she could have understood him, if they'd spoken more. The bar was disappointingly empty. Still, it was early. Plenty of time...

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[CASPER FALLON]

[/b][/color] It was a birthday party. The kid was going to be eight, and instead of taking him bowling, or even swimming the parents decided to take him and friends out for a meal. Casper smiled apologetically at the boy who looked very upset, possibly by the fact his new transformers toy had to be left in the car, but Casper also assumed it was because his party wouldn't keep the kids talking. Handing around the menu, he slipped the boy one of their free lollies to cheer him up a bit. But no sooner had the boy found it, it was whisked away by his parents, telling him it will spoil his dinner. The boy pouted at Casper and gave him a thumbs down sign, which made the superhero smile.

Biting his lip he then returned to the girl, pulling out his notebook and a pen, Are you ready to order? Or would you like some more time? he asked politely, turning quickly to check the party was in order. He frowned, they didn't seem very...happy. Then a thought came to him. One second, he told the girl before closing his eyes. Stepping aside he smiled as an exact replica of himself appeared. The duplication immediately returned to the party, picking up cups he began to juggle them around his head, much to the delight of all the children. Casper watched for a moment, and then turned back to his first customer.

Sorry about that, I'm only supposed to do it when this place gets busy. But hopefully he'll be alright over there. He paused for a moment, rolling his bottom lip under his teeth. So, are you not...waiting for someone?
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