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Post by hyunie on Mar 28, 2007 3:27:18 GMT 1
Spanish: A language she learned during her middle school years. Although not fluent, she knew enough to hold a decent conversation. Though she was able to pick out certain words from the two and translate it, she was not exactly sure what the phrases altogether meant.
She did feel some what left out of the conversation, but that's probably because Hyunie never really applied herself to be a part of it in the first place. Lifting her head up, she faced Antonio and merely gave a small smile. Although she was a bit clueless as to what was going on, Hyunie made a mental note to start studying Spanish again. She wasn't sure why she stopped, but she assumed it was because she did it during her junior high years, and felt that it was enough.
She brushed back her hair behind her ears, and sort of stood there, feeling a bit awkward and out of place, but they're an odd group to start off with, no? Giving a mental sigh, she told herself to get used to the fact that Jeller and Antonio are new friends that she made, and that it was okay to talk, but old habits are hard to kill.
She should really stop looking at the ground though; what if her mom randomly came around the corner? So, starting from now on, she told herself she'd keep her chin up. Though she knew there would be times she would subconsciously look down, she would try her best not to, since she didn't want her dad see her looking down either, in case he happened to be driving by.
..chin up, Park Hyunie...chin up..
"..um...so..."
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Post by jellar on Mar 28, 2007 4:28:09 GMT 1
Jellar's eyes widened at the fluent response that came back from Antonio. Sure, he had almost three years of Spanish behind his back, but he was nowhere close to fluent. Though, he did pick up enough of it to get a gist, or so he hoped. Apparently, Antonio had a lot of money and did not mind treating them. He contemplated this carefully, now considering to go into the large place. He had always stereotyped Mexicans to not do as well in school as himself, so perhaps Antonio either had another profession or was simply just lying.
Well, Jellar decided to trust him on a hunch.
Feeling done with the Spanish, he continued, not paying much attention to Hyunie's nervous words. "Alright, if that's the case, we'll go into this restaurant," he said to the both of them. Then, turning his attention to Hyunie, he roughly translated the conversation. "Pretty much, Antonio says he'll treat us. Thus, I think it seems pretty reasonable to grab a bite in this place, though I don't plan on eating too much."
Jellar was by no means trying to take advantage of Antonio. Well, maybe he was. It was part of his stingy nature that he wanted to avoid spending money, and if Antonio would spend his money for the two of them, then why not take the opportunity? It was not as if Jellar had bad intentions, but it was merely a result of his nature. With that, Jellar began to walk into the restaurant, hoping there would be no argument for eating there after that, and hoping the two friends he made would follow.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Mar 28, 2007 5:03:56 GMT 1
Antonio finally decides that they all go into this big place. The meals he keeps hearing are expensive. Antonio is pretty sure that whatever it is he can cover it. He just needs to find a table for the three. He also thinks to himself
"Oh man I gotta undo my strap on the chin to eat. I hope I dont ruin the mask. I mean I cant go around looking like a slob. I hope the food is better than the chinese we usually get. But I need to watch my diet still. I still have to get weighed in for tuesday and if Im overweight I cant qualify. But if I eat too little they will think I am lying about all the money I have. I got it! I will eat a medium sized meal. But its probably going to be less than they are eating. I mean they are human too."
The waiter walks up to Antonio and he guides them to a table. Now the waiter sounds like the translator for the United States Fighters in Bloodsport. He has nicer hair and he is dressed good. He says in a broken accent "Okay! 3 table. Right?"
Antonio nods but as he was nodding he gave a clueless look. He says "Do you 'ave (have) a menu? We still need to uh decide."
The waiter says "Ok no problem. I get my best man on it right now."
The waiter speaks in cantonese and he is telling the other worker to bring over 3 menus. The worker is rushing around getting dishes and the waiter who is speaking isnt doing anything and he takes the menus and mutters something in cantonese back to the worker which scares Antonio since he wanted to learn cantonese and mandarin but everytime he heard it, he flipped out because it sounded he could never learn it. Antonio is now looking at a menu with Hyunie and Jeller. He looks at the prices and he thinks to himself
"Oh hey this isnt that expensive. Well maybe for them but I dont see how this is expensive. Maybe not being wealthy opens up a new perspective on things I guess. Oh wow this looks good. I just hope its lean meat."
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Post by hyunie on Mar 28, 2007 18:04:46 GMT 1
When Jeller translated what they were talking about, and summed it up on just one sentence, it was no surprise that Hyunie thought there was more to it. Though instead of saying anything of the sort, she kept her mouth shut, smiled, and gave a slight nod. It seemed that Antonio could pay for all three of them, but to say that she felt comfortable with him paying for her would be a lie. She wasn't exactly used to people treating her to eat, then again... She wasn't exactly used to making friends either. You could say that today is a fulfilling day; very different than the "routine" she usually does. Though, maybe a break from a routine is good for you; if you do the same thing over and over again, it can get a little boring.
Stepping inside the restaurant, she noticed how neat and organized the place really is. Walls were beautifully decorated with paintings and drawings, tables holding a fake flower in the center, candles lit on the front counter, the smell of the food blending in with the scent of candles. In awe, Hyunie looked around while they made their way to their table, feeling very much like a little kid at the play ground. The things she was very much intrigued with were the paintings and drawings, which made Hyunie wish she could make art like that.
Taking a seat, she folded her hands on her lap, and waited for the waiter to bring in the menus. Once the menu's were brought to them, she would scan her eyes over the cover before turning it to the front page; they had a huge selection of meals, desserts, appetizers.. It reminded her of the hotel food in Korea. Keeping a calm and collected look on her face, she smiled at the waiter and gave a little nod, as if thanking him; her friend worked at a retaurant once, as a waitress, and she witnessed that not everyone were nice to her.
..so many to choose from...
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Post by jellar on Mar 29, 2007 5:02:22 GMT 1
Letting Antonio take care of things, though feeling Jellar could have done a better job as he caught glances from the waiter to him as a result of small annoyances with speaking to someone in broken English with broken English, they eventually got settled at a nice table and they had menus to choose from. Upon examination, Jellar could tell that it really was an expensive place. He skimmed through it, looking for his trademark dish of stir-fried beef with starch noodles, and quickly finding it. He had seen it before, anyways. It was one way of telling if a Chinese restaurant was authentic or not.
He looked through the other dishes and the like, but found nothing that appealed to him at the moment. He was ready for a light dinner, and the dish that he was craving was something he considered 'light'. He checked the front and back of every page of the menu, confirming that he did not see the need to order anything else, and sat back, waiting for the waitress to come and ask for which drinks they wanted. It was only a matter of time until one came, and she came to Jellar, seeing that he was Chinese and a male.
Speaking in Cantonese, she asked what they wanted to drink. Translating, Jellar asked the other two what they wanted with, "What do you guys want to drink?"
Already knowing that Jellar wanted ice water, he was ready to relay their messages as a formal tradition for the head of the table to order for everyone, though it was questionable who really was the head of the table.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Mar 30, 2007 8:43:58 GMT 1
Antonio looked at Jeller than Hyunie. Jeller wanted to know what they wanted to drink. Antonio still had his mind of what would be the best food to give him protein he needed. Also he needed a side dish that would give him energy and cost him no calories at all. Antonio is really strict about keeping his weight the same.
Antonio responded "Green tea. Onl (Only) tasteful drink I like really."
Antonio waited for the waiter to leave so the three of them could talk about things. He didnt want to sound like he was boasting talking about his life but at the same time he was already treating them to a meal. He wonders what its like to be a normal kid. He almost never has time to go anywhere but school, his home and his job. He says to Hyunie and Jeller:
"What is it like.......to be able to enjoy such a normal life 'ere (here) in America? I usually dont get a lot of time to settle down, meet new peopl (people) and explor (explore) places. Bein (being) a Luchador has ups and downs. The ups are well uh I get lots of peopl (people) to be my amigos. The downs I have to stay in school to becom (become) big one day. I could 'ave (have) quit school and live on money I 'ave (have) now. But as weird as it sounds, I look forwar (forward) to havin (having) fun when I wrestle and not so much a uh paychec (paycheck). The other down are the many masks I hide behin (behind). 'ow (how) fun is it to protec (protect) your famil (family) identity from my people and protec (protect) thee traditons withou (without) making a joke out of yoursef (yourself)?"
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Post by hyunie on Mar 30, 2007 18:29:28 GMT 1
"Water for me, please."
It was no surprise that Hyunie would choose water; why? Because first, she isn't allowed to have soda. Though, she can sneak a drink of pop here and there, but Hyunie is one to follow the rules. Another thing is that any type of juice doesn't really go well with rice. It gives off a pretty weird taste, mind you. And tea? She drinks enough tea at home, a lot more than water.
She turned her head towards Antonio, who began to speak about how to live a "normal" life in America. What defines "normal"? Does he speak of the American dream? Normal. Hyunie's definition may be different than Jeller's definition of normal, due to different backgrounds. Her dad's view of normal might be different than her younger cousins because one has more "wisdom" than the other. Hyunie wasn't exactly sure on what his view of normal was, but considering he was a luchador - or was he trying to be one? - she knew for a fact that her description of normal would be very different than his. While he can see fighting and wrestling as normal, Hyunie found studying and going to Saturday school as...well, normal.
"...normal is a pretty..broad word.. I don't think anyone really lives a "normal" life; they all have their own adventures that can prove to be odd and exciting to others, when it seems to be perfectly "normal" or boring in your view."
She stopped talking, though she wasn't exactly done speaking. She would wait for Jeller to imput his own opinion, if he did, and then Hyunie would point out if she agrees or not - maybe. Besides, she wasn't used to speaking so freely out in public without her parents watching her every move.
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Post by jellar on Apr 3, 2007 5:16:33 GMT 1
(OOC: Just a note, Antonio. You don't have to correct every spelling error your character makes IC if it's obvious. For example, 'havin', I think, we all can recognize as 'having.' If you really need to, or make an OOC note that takes account for the spelling errors in your posts that are a result of the accent. The constant parenthesis make it hard to read the dialog.)
With a nod, Jellar recognized both Antonio's drink and Hyunie's drink and turned his attention back to the waiter. Switching back to his native tongue, he reiterated their own drinks and he ordered his own water. However, he was indeed surprise that Antonio was going to drink green tea. Jellar wondered whether he knew that the green tea would be the tea with boiling water which absorbed essence from the tea leaves, but he did not see the need to ask, as he would get an answer once the tea arrived. It would come in a teapot, and seeing as how the three of them each had tea cups in their starting silverware, Jellar would probably take some tea for himself as well.
'This guy is a paradox,' Jellar thought, listening Antonio boast about being a luchador. Perhaps he was not intending to boast, but that was the feeling Jellar got. He seemed to enjoy attention on a daily basis, as his main focus of topic was his being a luchador, and continuously at that. Through inference, he could tell that Antonio was probably asked a lot of questions concerning his occupation, and that he was getting used to answering those questions to the point that he was now answering them without the question being given. Jellar sighed patiently, letting him talk. The paradox was of how he preached about protecting his family, yet he gave information about them by merely mentioning them. A small shake represented his own dissatisfaction with the masked man, though he was ready to give his intake on Antonio's question.
Hyunie had an interesting take on the question. Rather than answering, she dissected the question, namely, the word normal. She had great points, though, Jellar did not feel the need to answer to those. The response Jellar had was blunt.
"Good ideas Hyunie," Jellar said, acknowledging her points, then continuing, "But, for me, my life is not normal. I did not come from a well-going family and I had to work for my own food. Antonio, if you want a perspective on normal life, try asking an American. We, as you can see, do not originate from this country."
When Jellar finished speaking, the waiter came back with the two drinks of water and the teapot of green tea. Following, she took out a notepad from her front pouch and a pen along with it and spoke to Jellar in Cantonese, asking what they would like to order.
This time, Jellar gave the liberty of deciding the order and relaying the message to each respective person. Jellar made a notion with his eyes and eyebrows to Antonio to speak up and order, and following Antonio's order (assuming he does order) he would make another notion to Hyunie for the same thing. Following her order (assuming she does order) Jellar would order his own meal that he had prepared in his mind.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 5, 2007 4:49:53 GMT 1
These werent responses Antonio wanted to hear. Never the less they provided some information to his question. But he was clueless as well. Why werent they americans then? He said to Jeller
"But I dont originate from this country either but I consider myself an American since I am living here now. Isnt everyone in America an American themselves?"
Antonio says to Hyunie "Well look at me. I am definately not normal at all but I ask people who dont wear a mask because I assume they live normally. But thats a foolish mistake on my part."
Antonio sees the waiter and its the same guy that was being lazy from before. (Its a waiter not waitress.) He says "How are you this day? You ready order now?"
Antonio nods and says "Can I have some barbecued pork and some chinese almond cookies?"
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Post by hyunie on Apr 6, 2007 4:05:06 GMT 1
Hyunie didn't exactly consider herself just an American. She was a citizen, because she was born in America, but because she was raised in Korea during her childhood, she considered herself a Korean-American, to be more precise. One might wonder if there was a difference at all - and in truth, there was.
First Antonio ordered, and Hyunie was, at least, a little confused. Chinese Almond cookies? Wasn't that more of a dessert-kind of like food? Didn't people usually order a second time for dessert, or was it just her family? Either way, she shook her thoughts off to the side, knowing that it didn't really matter anyway, since he already ordered. That, and the fact that Hyunie had to remind herself that she wasn't eating with her mother, or guests. She was eating with friends, whom she had made a couple minutes beforehand.
"Um... Can I have a bowl of Xiao Long Bao and white rice on the side?"
Xiao long bao; also known as soup dumpling! It was considered to be on of Hyunie's favorite dishes that her dad would cook up on special evenings. Like her birthday for lunch. Why not breakfast, or dinner? Because it's Korean tradition that you drink miso soup on your birthday in the morning, and she goes out to dinner with family on the evenings. Although she does eat soup dumplings more than once a year - possibly one a month - she couldn't pass up an offer for it. She loved dumplings as much as she loved chocolate.
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Post by jellar on Apr 6, 2007 4:51:27 GMT 1
"No, not in my opinion," Jellar said, knowing full well he was not an American. He had come from China, and not only did he come from China, he was damn straight proud of it. He had seen some Americans. They were naive to the hardships of the rest of the world, taking for granted the economic stability they have while others starve on the streets. Besides, it was hard to define 'American' for the fact that the United States was the melting pot; everyone was there, and not because they were so great and powerful, but because their economic opportunities were amazing.
Then, the waiter came over and Antonio gave his order, followed by Hyunie who gave her order. Before relaying the messages, Jellar thought them over thoroughly but very quickly. The barbecued pork was a good choice, but the Chinese almond cookies were ridiculous. 'This is a guy that looks after his health, and he orders cookies for dinner?' Jellar thought silently. Then, he pondered Hyunie's choice. She had spoken the words in Mandarin, but it wasn't like Jellar could not understand. He had taken Mandarin classes in Hong Kong, so he knew at least that much. The translation being Sew Lung Bao, and it was a decent choice. Though, for Jellar, he would eat more than just the dumpling.
Thus, Jellar relayed their messages and added his own dish in Cantonese. The waiter nodded and went off, and Jellar went to drinking his water, ready for the dishes to come and for Antonio to take the conversation whatever course he wanted.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 6, 2007 16:48:59 GMT 1
Antonio actually said this right after the waiter gave his order. He apologized for changing the order slightly but he wanted to ask something.
"The Chinese Almond Cookies I want in a box if possible. They are for my younger brothers and sisters at home. Sorry for not clearing that up with you before."
The waiter looks at him and he writes "in a box" next to the Antonio's cookie order. He says to Antonio that its not a problem and walks off.
Antonio keeps thinking to himself but giving no indication he is thinking:
'If people who live in America dont think they are american, are they not proud of their heritage or something? I think about being an american now and I am still proud of being mexican. It doesnt change any fact really does it? Or is it that people are just scared of change. To me anyone who lives in America is american just like someone who lives in Germany is german. If you become a part of the country then you become part of the spirit of the country as well. People just dont like to admit that I guess.'
He says to his friends "So what do you guys want to be when you finish high school and college?"
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Post by hyunie on Apr 8, 2007 1:23:47 GMT 1
Well, it seemed the whole question about the cookies had been cleared up, now that he mentioned that they were for his younger brothers and sisters at home.
Hyunie pondered on the question he asked for a minute; what did she want to be? Maybe she would want to go into international affairs? Translate Korean to English, or the other way around? Maybe she should go into teaching, considering that Hyunie is one to study a lot. Though, she knew she would never get her way. Her mother wanted her to be in the medical field or be a lawyer. Why? Because her mother wanted her to be successful, or in other words, make lots of money. However, Hyunie recently searched the web on lawyers, noticing that many, if not most, who graduate from law school, are currently unemployed because there's simply no job.
Although Hyunie didn't want to admit it, she secretly wanted to be a coreographer, and write a book. She always enjoyed reading and writing, but whenever she started a story, she always found herself quickly getting bored with it, and in result, never was able to finish writing one. That's the main reason why she wants to complete just one book. Coreographing comes in from her passion for dance. Her parents don't know how much she loves to dance, and Hyunie plans to keep it that way for a while longer.
"Me, I'm not sure yet... I'll probably end up somewhere in the medical field though.."
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 8, 2007 4:58:51 GMT 1
Antonio looked at Hyunie and he thought maybe she was insecure somehow. Maybe she had secrets she didnt want to talk about. Is it rude to talk about secrets? Maybe that was the case and Antonio would not ask. But he wanted to say something though because he would feel bad if he did not.
"Once in awhile there is a person out of many that already have their mind set towards what they want to do. But here is a true fact with my parents. My father and uncle didnt want to be luchadors in the first place. My father was a kid and he wanted to be a fireman. It is so hot in Mexico that the sun can burn so much on the homes we have, that they would catch fire. He was sick and tired of seeing it happen. My father though gave up that dream the minute he found out that everything was under control and it wouldnt happen again. My father wanted to be a chef too but he did not have money for food or a cafe. My father didnt know what to do all the way up through middle school until one day he got in a fight with kids that were bigger than him and could push him around. My father was a very skinny man back then because he didnt have enough food for his family. He had to work to support his family after school picking up empty cans from the street to cash in for money. My father secretly wanted to learn how to fight but he was nervous."
Antonio paused but the food wasnt around still. So he continued hoping she might learn something and be interested in his words.
"These kids come up to my father and they scare him greatly. A much tougher man came along who was in his mid 20's and he looked down at my dad. This man was widely known in public as the bonebreaker so the kids ran away. My father stayed and learned that this man was a luchador. My father flipped out when this man asked if he could train him to defend his honor. My father declined and two days later it happened again. The same man found my father knocked out so he brought him to a gym where all the luchadors trained. My father woke up and he was surprised. This man brought him to a gym and started training him the minute he got up without even warning him. Eventually my father learned the ways of the luchador and he became obsessed with fighting. He was extremely happy with what he did. Nobody bothered my father anymore and 12 years later he could have made a name for himself. He gave up because he thought that everyone gave up on him after he turned into a 'heel' and he removed his mask. My father never returned to the ring again. Eventually he got a nicer job when we moved here working for the bank."
Antonio paused again and said
"My main point is though that you might change your mind at least 3-4 times in your life about what you want to do. But if you have something that makes you happy or makes you who you really are then do it. Why should you do something you dont enjoy?"
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Post by jellar on Apr 11, 2007 4:26:12 GMT 1
"Likewise," Jellar said after Hyunie about being in the medical field. He had looked at his childhood hero Wong Fei Hung as almost a legend; a great martial artist and a great doctor with the use of Eastern medicine. Acupuncture in the like was studied in Tai Chi, so Jellar already had some basic experience in Eastern medicine. He hoped to blend Western and Eastern medicine, not holding on to much pride in this area, to become helpful to others.
Jellar ended up spacing out during Antonio's words about his family, namely, his father. It was uninteresting to Jellar to hear about his father, and he began to look around to other people eating, looking at their food as his own stomach began to have a tinge of hunger. His gaze wandered through the entire restaurant during the time Antonio was speaking, and his gaze finally landed on a coming waiter with three dishes. Obviously, it was their food.
"Food's here," Jellar said, interrupting whatever Antonio may have been saying, though he probably should not have, as it was rude. He was in a strange state of mind that moment, becoming quickly bored with the luchador in front of him. Suddenly, it became very curious to Jellar as how the luchador would eat. Would he risk getting his mask dirty from the food, or maybe contaminating his food with the mask? Or would he take the mask off? Regardless, the waiter set the food on the table in front of their respective person, and Jellar did not hesitate to dig in after wiping some plastic chopsticks with his napkin, avoiding slurping all the same.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 12, 2007 5:55:17 GMT 1
(OOC: Wong Fei Hung? Isnt he a folk hero in Mainland China? If Im not mistaken, he is one of the most portrayed characters for movies. He was in Once Upon a Time in China 1-6 and all of them were great.)
Antonio was cut off by Jeller but it was a good enough reason. Antonio is now thinking how to eat because he has a mask on. Antonio says to Jeller and Hyunie
"Sorry I need to change first. I cant let you see what I look like in public and I need to take the mask off when I eat and put something different on that I have with me."
Antonio asks where there is a good place to change and he explains his whole situation to one of the guys who is taking a break on his shift. The guy points to a door upstairs where there is an office nobody is using. He put on shades that he could see through good enough but nobody could see his eyes. He puts on a baseball cap that says LCFA with a red bandana under it just incase the cap falls off. Antonio is going to have alot of explaining to do if Jeller or Hyunie ask what LCFA means.
Antonio got out of the office and put his mask in his pocket. Antonio thinks he is going to look silly. Antonio went back to the table and he saw Jeller and Hyunie eating already. He thinks to himself 'Geez I have to stop doing that but there is no other way for me to avoid it in public."
Antonio starts eating what he ordered and he actually has good manners. He eats quick though and keeps his mouth closed. Antonio will be surprised if he finishes first because they both had a head start and Antonio likes to eat but doesnt like to make it take forever.
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Post by hyunie on Apr 13, 2007 0:38:58 GMT 1
As Antonio spoke of his family - his father, mostly - she noticed that Antonio sure gave out a lot of information that was unneccessary to know, especially if he was a luchador trying to protect his family. Shouldn't he not give out information on where his dad works? Although there could be quite an enormous amount of banks in the city - although it doesn't neccessarily have to be this city - people can look up background information on workers. If she were in his position - which was hard to imagine, considering she wasn't too big on wrestling - she'd keep a silent life, and not wear a mask. Why? Because it attracts attention. During the matches, and whatnot, she'd wear one, and tie her hair in an attempt to make it look shorter, but...wouldn't a mask outside the ring cause people to be more...curious?
"Thank you."
She said quietly to the waiter who set her food down in front of her. Taking the cloth napkin from the table, she unfolded the piece of cloth and set it on her lap. Turning to Antonio, she gave a small nod and watched him leave, before going back to her food. The smell of the dumplings caused her to give a small smile. Picking up her chopsticks, she merely stared at her food for a minute - because she was praying, yeah, with her eyes open - and brightened up before taking the soy sauce in the middle of the table and "spilling" some over her food. Once done, she used her chopsticks and put a dumpling in her mouth. Soup dumplings were relatively small, so it was safe to assume that she'd be able to eat them whole. Once the dumpling popped in her mouth, her left hand instinctively went up in front of her lips; a habit she had whenever she ate something.
She looked over and saw that Antonio was back, with a rather natural looking disguise, if it weren't for his sunglasses. Wearing a bandana under a baseball cap was nothing new, from what Hyunie knew.
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Post by jellar on Apr 13, 2007 6:25:39 GMT 1
(OOC: You're exactly correct)
"Alright," Jellar said to Antonio's notice of leaving.
As Antonio left, Jellar was presented with the opportunity to question Hyunie's background. It was apparent that she was influenced heavily by the way her parents raised her, and Jellar wanted to find out about it. Slowing down his rate of eating, Jellar gulped down some beef after chewing and opened his mouth to speak.
"So Hyunie, what about your family?" Jellar asked in an almost light-hearted tone after he saw she was done praying. After finishing his thought, he went back to grab some more of his noodles and brought them to his mouth, eating them and letting its rich flavor soak in his mouth. It was well made and high quality, and Jellar knew that this restaurant was one to keep tabs on.
Antonio eventually came back with a cap on top of a red bandana. 'Why doesn't he just wear that all the time out of convenience...?' Jellar thought, though decided not to get into the subject. He had heard enough redundancy about his being a luchador and having to 'protect his family's identity' and other stuff like that.
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Post by jdmthe1st on Apr 13, 2007 7:25:15 GMT 1
Antonio was done eating quickly but he saw that Jeller and Hyunie were enjoying the food. He looks at them and he is amazed how much time they are taking to eat. He thought to himself
'Oh they rarely have this food and they are enjoying it. I do the same thing when I try to get cheap food because waiting in long lines are tough.'
Antonio didnt want to say anything until the bill appeared. Next thing you know Antonio doesnt say a word. But then five seconds later the bill is put on the table. Antonio pretends to look shocked but then he gives a small quiet laugh. The bill for all three people is priced at $106.95 and Antonio says to himself not caring if Jellar or Hyunie say anything:
"This is cheap. Wow they did really good, so they should get a tip or something. Maybe that guy can take the day off now."
Antonio places $200.00 even on the table and writes $93.05 for a tip. He thinks to himself
'I should come here more often but then again I want to save up for that low rider or maybe that hot rod. But a helicopter with dual mounted machine guns looks so much cooler. Are machine guns legal? Geez I should be careful what I wish for. I might get it in the worst possible way.'
Antonio doesnt say anything but he doesnt want Jellar or Hyunie to notice. He already feels like he is out of place since they didnt really show any interest towards him at all. Antonio didnt really get to know Jellar or Hyunie very well and it makes him wonder if they will be his friends or not. Antonio wants them to be but it just seems like a luchador has no place in their conversation. He just waits for them because he thinks its bad manners to get up and leave without paying.
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Post by hyunie on Apr 14, 2007 3:41:33 GMT 1
Her family? She had a rather puzzled look in her eyes when he asked about her family. It's not that she wasn't confused about his question, she just didn't know exactly what to give him as an answer. First, though, she swallowed her food, and thought for a brief moment. She should probably stay clear of the physical abuse when it came to manners - that might not look too good on her family's reputation, if they had one. She should also probably stay clear on her mom's strict behavior, because it's rude to talk bad about someone...but saying that her mom's strict isn't rude..is it? Arg, once again, Hyunie was thinking too much, so she'd just say some pretty flat out, not-so interesting things.
"Parents are divorced. My mom's living in Korea, and I'm living with my dad. Not so interesting though... A sibling would've been nice though."
Mmhm, Hyunie, as a younger child, always wanted a sibling. Whether they were older, or younger, she always wanted one, but both her parents were content with having one child. Although her mother always wanted a son, to carry on the family name...
Reaching for her water, she noticed the bill was already on the table. She couldn't help but think how fast the bill came, and how fast Antonio ate. And curious as she is, she glanced over the bill and nearly choked on her water, especially when he said that it was cheap. Though, she managed to swallow her water instead of spitting it out, but had a small coughing fit. Her body turned to the side so she wouldn't cough on the food, she turned her head to the right and pressed against her arm to prevent from coughing any further.
"..sorry..."
She muttered quietly, and popped a dumpling in her mouth.
Whew...she wasn't used to the fact of having a wealthy friend.
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