highschool fawning ;; liam

[SARAH BLAKE CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] boy, she's bringing you down So watching the people come and go through the door of Ma's Restaurant wasn't exactly what anyone would call productive, not even to the person committing the act. Sarah was blankly staring at the faces of the people, bored out of her mind and wanting to just escape her job as a waitress. She was a trained chef under her father and she was waiting on tables, plastering a perfect smile on her teeth for all the patrons to see which equally meant the people of Mater. There wasn't that much choice for a place to eat in the small town anyways but the people weren'y complaining. It was lucky they could even find food in this hellish time of a world... and who said technology would be man's future. It was the damned fault of those scientists who experimented with stuff they should have just left alone. Maybe if they'd been more focused on other things besides creating weapons of mass destruction, life would still be normal. Nowadays, the definition of normal had changed. "More like the downfall of humanity,"

[/color] Sarah mused out rather loudly, receiving some sideway glances from the customers. She beamed at them and turned into the double doors of the kitchen, a blush of pink coloring her cheeks. Way to catch some attention Sarah, she scolded herself, fearing the town might award her with town crazy and kick her arse off the land. Or probably not. This wasn't some old wild west town after all, but then again.

Though before she could let her mind wander, the faint jingle of the bell by the main door went off and she had a second to remember that she was the waitress and not the cook, who was busily making do with whatever the rangers and farmers had given him. It was early morning and the early birds were taking their morning meal before heading for their separate jobs. Who knew that a certain feel of normalcy would still exist despite the current state of world beyond the walls of Mater. Checking her hair and uniform on the backside of pot hanging directly infront of her, she put on her mask and headed outside to the dining area, not expecting who her next customer was.

Him.

Yeah, the blonde didn't even know his name or when he'd been to Mater. She wasn't a stalker and would not degrade to such means unless completely necessary... and it wasn't taking long for that meter to fill. Maybe tomorrow she could...

Ohmigod Sarah, what is wrong with you!

She calmed herself, continued on her small but hurried pace and was beside his table before he could even get to it. The man had a particular table he frequented and Sarah had memorized it since day one. Not wanting to look like she was excited he was there again, and later that afternoon, and later that evening too, it was one of the things she looked forward to everyday, she turned to an unoccupied table and frowned when it had no dirty plates on it. Maybe she could pretend to undo and redo the table, wipe off some stain and push in the chairs until he came to his table.

tagged ;; liam ?!
words ;; 539 ?!
notes ;; no. she's not crushing on him. xD ?!
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[liam]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top] [atrb=align,center] NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST Liam had just blown back into town from an expedition outside of Mater. His quest had been to find medical supplies and any other tools that could be useful to the rest of the community. Upon his arrival, he was checked over for any bites or scratches – the general testing to make sure that he wouldn’t turn into a zombie. When he was cleared and let inside the community, Liam went first to drop off what materials he had found where they would be needed. A couple of first aid kits, some wrenches and even a car jack – most of which he’d found in abandoned vehicles on his way out. Anything he could find, though, tended to help. He wasn’t much of a hunter, but from time to time, he would bring back a rabbit or something of the like. Still, the desert really wasn’t a plentiful place, for food or water, for that matter. Liam just hoped that with Mater’s growing popularity, they farmers and rangers would be able to continue bringing back enough supplies to keep everyone happy. He didn’t run into much trouble on his way or on his way back. A couple zombies off in the distance, but the only one that came close to him was shot before it could become anything of a threat. Liam had fairly good aim for a person who hadn’t grown up shooting guns, but when it down to learning a skill that could mean life or death, Liam wanted to learn it and learn it well. There was no room for mistakes when it came to the apocalypse. The most important goal in Liam’s life was to survive this and hopefully rebuild after all the zombies were gone. At some point, they would either all be killed, or starve, or… something. Liam just hoped he’d be around to see things get back to normal. He didn’t sign up for this life – but who did? They were all thrust into the apocalypse with no warning, and no apologies. Liam Wolfe pushed open the door to the ‘restaurant’ just in time for breakfast. His rations when he was outside of Mater were rather meager, but now that he was in town he could have a good meal – a real meal. Well, as real as it got. Meals these days weren’t quite what his mother used to make, but that was just the way of the world now. Liam stepped inside and looked around for a brief moment before he started over toward his table. He didn’t really think of it as his table, but it was still the table he always sat at, and only once in a great while did someone else steal it from him. Liam noticed as he walked toward the table that his usual waitress was on her way over there too… but she got there before he did and it was a little bit… odd. She must have been waiting for some work, he figured, especially since the restaurant wasn’t exactly busy at the moment. The ranger sat down at the table and smiled over at her – Sarah was her name, right? He double checked her nametag to confirm that he was right, then politely smiled at her. She couldn’t be more than sixteen, or maybe seventeen. “Heya Sarah,” he tossed his satchel on the seat next to him and then looked back over at her, “What's good on the menu today?”

[SARAH BLAKE CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] boy, she's bringing you down The definition of waiter/waitress in Ma's restaurant didn't have the regular tasks of waiters from a time when the simplest thing to do in life was to just earn money. Here in the town of Mater, they may have the same duties from that life but a new job description was added to their list, to make sure no one was getting more than what the others were having. This was done to make sure that everyone in Mater got at least thrice a meal per day. During the peak hours of the day, the waiters would be in their places, guarding their assigned tables and keeping a checklist in hand to tick off those who'd gotten their share of the day. Anyone caught cheating was punished. Today, Sarah had been assigned to the tables. Course, she picked the tables that included a certain someone she was fond of. The others were behind the counter, carefully serving everyone their fair share. The food wasn't much but at least it kept everyone from turning into cavemen and fighting over who got the most meal. The order in the town was definitely in huge contrast to the chaos beyond their walls. The people outside had forgotten the definition of trust and would usually backstab the other party before the latter party could do so. Sarah had heard plenty of stories from the people she met in the restaurant. Her workplace was the best area in town to basically know everyone. When Sarah's name was called from behind her, she almost giggled and blushed like a five year old getting kissed on the cheek for the first time. Who knew her man had memorized her name? But then again, serving him all the time and checking up on him then and again would probably explain it. The nametag on her shirt probably explained it too. Still, Sarah's fantasies could not be countered and she reveled in the idea that he'd memorized her name, not the other waitresses names but only hers. The thought was enough to make her smile for real as she turned around to face him, wiping her hands on her apron. If only she knew his name. The many times she'd came to his table, she'd been really shy at even talking and mostly, the man did all the talking and she'd just listen at times and laugh the other times. She didn't know when she'd started to grow a crush on him but there came a day when she'd looked forward to seeing him walk into the restaurant. The man then asked her what the menu was for today, her mind became a battlefield at whether or not she would ask his name too. It was pretty silly really, she knew most of the other resident's name but his, she just couldn't get around on asking what it was, like she suddenly became mute when she was near him. It was that serious of a crush that she was sure it made her look like some stupid blonde girl, giving proof to those dumb blonde jokes. However, she didn't get the chance to answer him as a girl from the counter waved at her and gestured for Sarah to replace her for the meantime. It was probably for a little ladies' break. Sarah kept herself from snapping at the other girl and nodded instead. "Well, the food's basically out on display so I think you'd pretty much get the idea of what's in it," she said quickly before walking towards the counter, congratulating herself for finally finding the guts to talk coherently this time. She was very much alive as she took the other girl's place and waited for her so-called crush to fall in line. tagged ;; liam ?! words ;; 628 ?! notes ;; a bit of a mix-up on how the things operate in the restaurant. sry. was too excited. xD its more of a cafeteria style. :D ?!

[liam]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top] [atrb=align,center] NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST here at ma's they had to make sure that everyone got their fair share of food. sometimes it was liam himself who supplied some of it, but hunting animals wasn't his strong suit. he actually happened to not like killing animals very much. they were just trying to survive these days as much as anyone else. hell - if liam had to, he'd gladly go vegetarian. the general lack of meat, however, meant that for the most part people were eating vegetarian already. mater may have been a relatively small town, but it was growing by the day. after liam had settled his things at his table and sarah walked away, he too got up and more or less followed her lead to the serving area of the 'restaurant'. it reminded him of being in high school. high school... sarah was one of those unlucky ones that still was in school when the apocalypse broke out. now she'd never have a high school diploma. liam actually found that to be kind of sad. here he was, a high school and college graduate - and there sarah was, in the middle of her high school education when it all got ripped away. poor kid. there was only a small line at the counter and soon liam was picking and choosing just which things he wanted. an egg, a piece of toast, and two pancakes. there was a soup as well but liam decided to pass - the soups these days looked more than questionable. he assumed that they were probably just leftovers from days before dumped into a broth. definitely not liam's favorite, so instead, he went with what he could actually figure out was real food. the breads and such seemed to be much more abundant than other things, liam knew, but it was probably only because a fifty pound bag of flour wasn't too difficult to find when there were various grain mills around. when liam was done getting what he wanted for food, he moved to another part of the counter to pour himself a glass of water. as he looked up, sarah was there, and he smiled. "So, can you tell me what exactly is in that soup, or... would I rather not know?" He smirked and then looked over at one of the other ladies behind the counter that had overheard him. The scowl she wore was enough to tell him that she didn't appreciate how he assumed the soup was some kind of toxic waste, and liam's smile vanished. don't piss off the serving ladies at ma's - that was mater food etiquette 101. liam figured he'd just earned his first strike. at least he had his food for now and no one could spit in it. the ranger brought his glass up to his mouth to take a quick sip and then lowered it once again to look at sarah. he couldn't have been more oblivious to her crush on him, and honestly, if he were, he'd probably talk to her even less than he was now - he just thought of her as a nice girl at the restaurant. it was probably better that way, though, because they both seemed happy with how things were.

[SARAH BLAKE CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/dw3p7q.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #808080 15px solid; border-left: #808080 15px solid;] boy, she's bringing you down Sarah knew how time flew. Only yesterday was literally the time of her life. She was a high school student. She had the greatest bestfriend. She had the greatest love. She had everything she'd ever want. Really now, what could possibly take that all away. Oh right, the epidemic of the century. Most people here had their lives ripped out of their hands as well but that really was the point, they already had their taste of life, a nibble, a bite. Sarah? She hadn't even settled on the roller coaster of life and already, she was in the middle doing the loop and turning upside down. Everyone around her, as she looked around, already had an experience of the normal world. Their eyes told a million about what they'd gotten out of life. There was the fed ones. The bored ones. The excited ones. Even educated ones. Like her crush, who she hadn't noticed until she'd took her spot behind the counter and saw him lining up. Had he followed her on her way? Sarah liked to think he had and she smiled at that. It really wasn't that big of a crush, which she told herself all the time, because in her heart, she knew who she wanted, who was unfortunately not around anymore. She still hadn't moved on and this little school girl crush she was harboring was nothing but a passtime. Or was it more? Girl Crushing Rule number one, don't think it, feel it. Sarah did just that and plastered that smile on her face, which was more alive than earlier. Even the customers noticed it and were smiling back at her as she took a list of the things that had been ordered and who had ordered what. Out of the corner of her eye, she kept an eye on her man, on what he was doing, where he was and what he was picking. She would've loved to help him out with picking out the choices and would've definitely left the soup alone. It did taste good though, when she'd tried it earlier. She had a curious tongue after all. Their kitchen cook was definitely something and somewhere at the back of her head, she was dying to be trained under him. He had turned a few days old worth of bread and other nearly expiring food into a yummy stew. You could even barely see what was in it. Her guy for the moment just really caught her breathless at times. Sarah would roll her eyes at herself for the distraction he gave her and would smile apologetically at the customer before her. It took a few more listing, few more checking, and then finally, he was infront of her. "Oh my god," she whispered under her breath and suddenly found her new station at the restaurant significant. She could finally ask his name without looking like she wanted it for herself but because the list needed it. She hadn't ever thought of even lingering near the counter when her crush was there for he just distracted her too much that before Sarah knew it, he was already leaving the restaurant and she'd realize time had certainly flew too fast. "It's actuall-,"unfortunately, the girl manning the counter returned and snatched the list and ballpen from her before she could even answer her man back. She gave him instead, a shy smile and went back to her duty of guarding the other tables. Her shoulders were hunched as she walked toward an empty table to clean it of the dirt on it. The million answers she'd formulated in her head as she stared into those eyes were a waste now. It really didn't help when you were the youngest work slave. That's what they took you for, a slave. tagged ;; liam ?! words ;; 636 ?! notes ;; awww. she finally had the chance. </3 ?!