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Post by ALEXEI FERNAND ADRIANO on Jan 3, 2010 22:53:00 GMT -5
 I T U R N ON A DIME, S P I N ME AROUND.so you can S H I N E , shine right now !! Alexei had never been the shopping type, but he did what was needed to impress his master, or mistress as it would be here. At Stella Fiore, he knew he'd have to set the standards high. He didn't become Level F by being mediocre, that was for certain. This man knew how to treat a Lady, and he did his job well. He used the proper terminology, and always had the right look in his eyes. There was never a wrinkle in his uniform, and his tie was always kept straight, glasses never crooked.
He'd never exactly planned to be a butler, originally he was only sent to an academy as punishment for being "not normal"-according to his father. However, Alexei grew to rather like what he did, so he'd worked hard to get to where he was today, and he was pleased with himself. he'd started by being defiant and hot-headed, but now he'd become whipped into shape and gotten himself to the highest level-he was a professional now. My, my Daddy's boy had certainly grown up to become a fine young man.
So he wandered around the Galleria, snaking his way through various little shops, trying to find the perfect gift for the certain female who would become his Lady. Alexei wondered what the best approach would be; he could dazzle her with an expensive gift, but sometimes simple and to the point left more of an effect than money. Ah, what to do, what to do. He couldn't exactly leave empty handed, that just wasn't what professionals did. So he continued on, picking up things, and then leaving shops with nothing. Just what would be the right approach?
"I wonder..." Alexei was thinking aloud, but he assumed his voice was quiet enough to not merit odd stares.
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Post by LEONZIO EZZELIN MELCHIORRE on Jan 6, 2010 2:24:21 GMT -5
It's a fundamental fact that no one knows
Who's where or what they are at [/size][/font]  -----------------------------------[/center] Ah the Galleria…One of the most perfect places to come to in order to purchase what one needs in life. The place was just filled with a multitude of stores to go to, multiple items to purchase, but more importantly, many different people to meet with. Of course, it was still common sense to not just engage in conversation with a strange on mere whim, but unexpected encounters happen often in life, whether they are aware of it or not. Still, perhaps not all meetings are made out of mere coincidences. In Leonzio’s case, perhaps it was a strange twist of fate to mess with his little life.
It was pretty much your average day though, yet one with him not being by the side of his young lady. It wasn’t like they always needed to be together anyway, and it seemed like she would be alright for that day. It was rare that he actually got permission to have some time on his own anyway, though he really did not have much to do. In fact, he was already more or less done with his shopping, the male hearing the usual store clerk say “Thank you and come again” as he made his way out of the store. “Yeah. Thanks again, boss!” he said while slinging an object on his shoulders and across his chest, the item in question shaped like a guitar or instrument like such. Not many knew it, but it was the young man’s one and only real hobby, though he had no real plans of going anywhere using that talent. Sure he imagined playing on a big stage every now and then, but he was a tidbit too shy to display his skills. It was really thanks to the butler job that he earned enough to buy one though, and since then, he been coming back to that very same shop to have it maintained.
He made his way back now, a little satisfied with how things turned out for his instrument. He wouldn’t show it, but Leon was actually anxious to plug the thing in again and play a few sweet tunes, maybe even take a request or two of his lady wanted. Yet as he thought of her, maybe he could do a little more than just return to the dorm right away. As he stared off at some of the stores he passed by, a random thought came to his own head, “I wonder…” he muttered, though in sync with someone else that was near him. He blinked a bit before looking over at the person, noticing the crimson haired male that was apparently window shopping. Yet as Leon noticed some of the details of his appearance, he found himself exclaiming as he took a step back. “Uah! Aren’t you…!” Sadly…He could not recall that man’s name. -----------------------------------
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Post by ALEXEI FERNAND ADRIANO on Jan 6, 2010 15:14:08 GMT -5
I T U R N ON A DIME, S P I N ME AROUND.so you can S H I N E , shine right now !! As he spoke he heard a young man's voice chime in, perfectly in sync with his own. Alexei's head turned slowly to view a butler with hair the color of the ocean. He knew this one, did he not? "Leon, correct? It's Alexei." A sly smile played across his lips. He remembered a time when he used to play pranks on the man. He couldn't tease about being older, as they were the same age after all. But When Alexei had climbed the ranks as a Butler, Leonzio had seemed to fall behind, if only a little. "Have you been assigned your Lady yet?" A smile was in his voice. He was truthfully interested. When most people bored him, once he'd come to Stella Fiore that seemed to change. Everything was interesting there. The people, the places, all of it.
Alexei's interest was now shifted to Leonzio, besides, he had time to decide on a gift later. He himself had yet to be assigned a lady. It didn't bother him much, his time here had just begun and he knew that once he was serving his Lady, he'd be the best without a doubt. Aside from the fact, it was a pleasant surprise, seeing Leon here of all places. What were the odds, eh? He adjusted his glasses- Alexei was a tidy man- with a black gloved hand. He mostly wore them due to his severe germophobia. Though it was a relatively recent development, meaning Leonzio might have to question why he wore them due to the nice weather, he rarely took them off. Even when he slept. Alexei honestly probably only removed them to shower. However, if asked he tried to avoid even mentioning his fear. He really didn't want to remember.
Shaking his head slightly, his mind came tumbling back into the present. Again Alexei smiled at Leon, waiting patiently through his words and expressions. It'd been awhile since he'd last seen him, but he'd heard that he was an active butler at Stella Fiore. He just hadn't had the chance to look him up so far.
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Post by LEONZIO EZZELIN MELCHIORRE on Jan 7, 2010 0:53:01 GMT -5
It's a fundamental fact that no one knows
Who's where or what they are at [/size][/font] -----------------------------------[/center] Leonzio could not remember his name, or rather his name was subconsciously being blocked out as he remembered some of those jokes that man played on him. Even without his name though, he can never forget that man’s appearance even if he wanted to. Not like he hated the guy though. On the contrary, he did have great respect for the man and his abilities as a butler. They were the same age, yet that man was able to graduate much earlier than him. Until now, Leon still wondered just what he lacked until now. He knew he was clumsy, but was that really all that held him back?
“My apologies, Alexei,” he said while bowing a little, a little embarrassed for his forgetful nature. They did know each other for a while, yet he needed to be reminded every so often a person’s name. On the other hand, the red-head instant knew who he was, saying his nickname rather casually. It was expected of a Level F butler anyway. A professional would be one who can easily remember the names of the people he meets and serves during his life, right? It was admirable that the man was very prim and proper, though his playful nature tends to go overboard at times. Leonzio knew since he was one who used to suffer from them. But in all honesty, it was rather refreshing seeing a familiar face, especially of one he had a sense of respect for.
He nodded his head lightly, a gesture for him to say 'yes' when he asked about whether he had a lady or not. Not that things between them were going smoothly though. It is rather hard serving a person that does not really acknowledge you. “What about yourself?” he asks, though believing that the answer was an obvious one. He was a Level F, the best of the best. It would be strange if he was not yet assigned to a lady. He was dressed rather appropriately as well: sporting a rather neatly pressed and tidy uniform as always. Not like Leon who was just casually dressed since he was just taking a stroll. “Are you by chance running an errand for her?” -----------------------------------
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