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| Welcome to the Host Club; {and the hilarity ensues} [open to all] | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 14 2009, 05:39 PM (337 Views) | |
| peculuiarities | Mar 14 2009, 05:39 PM Post #1 |
 
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& welcome to the host club ! This was bordering on ridiculous. In the manner of strange, Alice in Wonderland-esque dreams, Kaji Aoi found himself seated in a booth seat at his (on occasions previous to this one) favorite coffee shop, picking rose petals out of his hair and gazing around with a bemusement that was bordering on panic. From an objective observation, it seemed, more or less, that his current discomfort was unfounded; discounting the barrage of flower petals that collided with his face upon entry of said coffee shop, and the collection of questionable persons who were now staring at him, there really was nothing to worry about. If you said this to his face, he would have punched you (almost). "Heehh," said one of the Questionable Persons (a twin-- or, rather, complete clone, judging by his almost unnatural similarity to his brother), an expression of what Kaji hoped was polite disinterest, but was, most probably, boredom, on his face, "Someone entered the shop before opening time. How annoying." Opening time on normal days, Kaji wanted to tell him, was usually at 8. It was now 9:30. How unfortunate that vitriol communicated through one's eyes very rarely made any impact on the intended. "He probably missed the notice outside," Tweedledum said, in response to his twin's rather obvious observation. He seemed less dangerous, for some reason; perhaps it was the lack of bedevilment in his eyes? "Poor guy, he probably wandered in looking for a coffee and ended up covered in rose petals for his trouble. Even worse for us, we've wasted a quarter of today's supply on him, and he's not even a girl." "Who would like to volunteer to pay for another batch, then?" In spite of himself, Kaji felt a chill run down his spine. The speaker was a youth with cropped black hair, glasses, and a calculating stare. Despite the outward amicability of his phrasing, there was something chilling in his stare that made the viola player want to avoid eye contact. Apparently, he was the brains of the operation here. "Those roses were especially imported from England, you know." "Tama-chan could!" a high, childish voice crowed. Kaji found himself looking around in consternation before directing his gaze to about two feet below the average eye-level. A petite boy with light hair and huge, chocolate brown doe eyes had pulled out, from nowhere, a pink bunny stuffed toy (of all things) and was gazing at Megane-kun (he had taken it into his head that his captors should have nicknames) with a look that bordered on manic adoration. Beside him, a taciturn samurai-type twice his height merely stared at a wall, mutely. "As soon as he gets back from Mount Fuji!" Whaaat. "Um, excuse me," Kaji said haltingly, barely able to get a word in edgewise. He was promptly ignored. "Tono is such an idiot," Tweedledee said, rolling his eyes. "Dragging us all the way here just so he could go sightseeing at Mount Fuji, and then covering it up by saying that we should try out the Commoner's Coffee Experience Version 2.0. Ridiculous; if he wants to go that badly, he should go alone!" Commoner's what? "Mahh, there's nothing we can do about it now," Megane-kun said, simultaneously pushing up his glasses so they flashed in the light and pulling out a dark folder from some alternate dimension. "Besides, his 'excuse' ranked highest among the proposed outings among club patrons. Obviously, no one else would want to see Mount Fuji after traveling to the Alps, so the only way he could cover up his childish desires was to formulate something so useless that everyone wanted to try it out." Kaji began to feel very sorry for this 'Tono', whoever he was. (Alternately, he was also feeling sorry for himself; his Sunday routine of getting a coffee and people-watching for a few hours had been sidetracked by a quintet of strange people.) "But, moving on," and Megane-kun turned his cold, calculating stare towards Kaji, a smile thinly veiling the antagonism there. The blond froze like a deer in the headlights. "On the subject of those wasted rose petals... I don't suppose that you realize that they were specially imported from the gardens of prestigious families all around England. Quite expensive, you know. As payment for the loss, you will work as a host with this club today, since we are lacking a member. I hope you don't mind." ...what. ooc;; this took too long.XD and, WISH FULFILLMENT FTW. |
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| KawaiiAquarius~ | Mar 14 2009, 08:18 PM Post #2 |
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Ran didn't know how it happened, but she was standing in front some strange coffee shop. The sign had said "Ouran Coffee Shop", but someone had spray painted between the words coffee and shop, so now it said "Ouran Coffee Host Shop." She didn't know why she was here, but there was no way she was leaving now... Was this how it all started...? "Mann, I finally get a day off! I'm so tired!" Yousuke yawned as he sat on the sofa just a few hours ago. His teacher called in sick, so he didn't have to go to school today. Kanji, at the kitchen, was whipping up some breakfast that wont get splattered on his sister's face. "My goodness, Yousuke, you're so...," he started, then was silent because the egg he was cooking spat out oil on his cheek. Being the strong person he was, Kanji didn't scream. "Since everyone is here, why won't we go somewhere as a family?" Naoto asked, reading a book right next to his moaning eldest brother. "Save Otou-san." He cooly flipped the page and tilted his reading glasses back into its fitful position. "I don't want to go anywhere! I finally get a day off, and I'm not going to some rigorous place where I have to walk!" Yousuke whined, muffling his screams to a nearby pillow. Kanji sighed, and placed the egg on a plate, which sat on the table where everyone ate. For now, Ran was the only one sitting there. "Why won't we just ask Ran where we should go." Kanji smiled, untying the apron he was wearing. Ran was surprised when all eyes were turned at her. She very much rathered to stay home and continue reading volume 4 of Palace Star, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for all of her siblings to be free and have nothing to do. Ran then thought of going to the library to read some books (not shoujo), or maybe an art convention that was just a few towns away. When Ran was about to suggest her ideas, she heard mail being shuffled through the little opening in the entrance door. Ran scurried to the door and picked up the pile of mail. Half of them were love letters all divided between her brothers. Almost like a routine, Ran took all of them and threw them in the shredder monotonously. Yousuke began whining again, saying that he wanted to read whoever was sending him the letter. Naoto threw a pillow at him. Yousuke sighed as he walked toward the pile of mail and smirked at a flyer. It had said "New Coffee Shop! Come visit today and get a free cup of coffee!" Yousuke grinned, and forced all of his siblings to get dressed and all go to the coffee shop together. Ran knew there was something fishy going on, but at that time, she didn't know what. So after they had reached the store, the three brothers scurried off, leaving their sister all alone. Yousuke had called out,"Tell me how the coffee is, Ran-chan!" as he disappeared to the horizon. Ran was too shy to object, so she thought there was no choice but to enter the coffee shop and see what the hubub was all about... So this is where she was now. Ran slowly creaked the door open and called,"Uh..H-hello?" Almost immediately, a group of bishounen boys ran toward her and literally swept her off her feet. A black-haired boy with glasses greeted her with absolute politeness. "Welcome to Ouran Coffee Host Shop," he said. "Ahh!? Host?!" Ran stammered, completely surprised. When she saw the sign outside, she thought it was just some kind of grafitti pulled by some immature brat, but it seemed that this place really was like a...a...a..."Host club?!!?" Ran screamed again. A twin walked up to her and carressed her cheek. Ran could've sworn she saw sparkles appear. "Yes, honey, host club. We are in your command." Ran's face turned completely red and struggled to be back on the ground. To her relief, whoever was carrying her before dropped her, and her bottom met with the marble. "Hey! Replacement-chan! Try greeting the guest!" a cute, short boy called out to another person who didn't seem to be very enthusiastic. He had green eyes, and medium-layered, brown hair. Ran thought she saw him before somewhere, but couldn't find out where. I'm so confused! Someone..help! --- OOC: That was long. :O |
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| peculuiarities | Mar 16 2009, 12:50 PM Post #3 |
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& welcome to the host club ! "Hey! Replacement-chan! Try greeting the guest!" Kaji mused quickly on the pros and cons of telling the blond boy not to call him 'Replacement-chan'. Pros: he'd be able to stop feeling like a fallback plan and start feeling more enthusiastic about working in a-- wait for it-- host club (his grandfather would have died of shame, he was sure); the patrons would stop looking at him like he was diseased; and, the rest of the Club (i.e., Tweedledum and Tweedledee) would start taking him seriously. Cons? It would be vastly hypocritical, seeing as he was now calling the petite youth 'Doraemon' (in reference to the bunny, which looked like it had appeared out of a magic pocket. A magic pocket with flowers.), and it would probably hurt his feelings. While he was all for protecting his own sense of manhood, he wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing those huge brown eyes fill with tears-- purely out of a sense of aestheticism, mind you. Not like he was feeling sorry for the kid. Yet. "Yes?" he said dully, turning towards the door. Seated on the floor (having previously been dropped) and looking like a deer in the headlights, was a petite, youngish girl with brown hair that fell to just below her ears. Beside her, Tweedledum sighed with what was probably exasperation; for the past twenty minutes he'd spent in the Host Club uniform (today's costume: waiter outfits with satin-lined vests and white, long-sleeved polo shirts), he'd increased the customer dissatisfaction count. (Actually, Tweedledum's exact words to him were, "That's no good; you're driving them into the arms of other hosts! That's not how it works! You're supposed to use all your skills to make the customers swoon with happiness!", and then he proceeded to engage in a tearful twincest act with Tweedledee, to the squeals of several patrons. For obvious reasons, Kaji had refused to follow his example.) He sighed, and offered the young girl a hand up (he wasn't in a bad enough mood to forget his manners), with what he hoped was a cheerful smile; it came out a little strained. "Hello," he said stiffly, well aware of the poisonous glares Megane-kun was sending his way, "welcome to the Host Club. Let me escort you to your table." He pulled her up gently and escorted her rather unenthusiastically towards an empty table, pulling out the iron-wrought chair for her (sourced from: Spain, cost: 90,000 yen). Doraemon, who had scuttled back towards his own table (he was, surprisingly, very popular with the ladies; there were five of them crammed into a single booth), gave him a gleeful, if flowery, thumbs up. Kaji grimaced by way of reply. "Thank you for choosing the Ouran Coffee Shop for your Commoner's Coffee Experience," he recited, trying to put a little liveliness into his phrasing and failing horribly. He handed her an elegantly embossed menu (handcrafted in Italy; these people were insane), before continuing, "My name is Kaji Aoi, and I will be your designated host for today. If you are unsatisfied with my service, however, you may request for another host to take my place." ooc;; P...poor Ran.XDD;; Her brothers are so mean!! |
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| KawaiiAquarius~ | Mar 21 2009, 05:23 PM Post #4 |
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Roleplayer: Otori Shun, Izumi Ran
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"Thank you for choosing the Ouran Coffee Shop for your Commoner's Coffee Experience. My name is Kaji Aoi, and I will be your designated host for today. If you are unsatisfied with my service, however, you may request for another host to take my place." Ran's face turned red as the waiter spoke to her. "N-nice to meet you! I-I'm Izumi Ran!" she frantically bursted out. Kaji Aoi...why does that name sound really familiar? Ran thought, puzzled. Maybe she heard of that name somewhere on the TV, where they were promoting this coffee shop, or maybe she heard of it somewhere at school...Taking the menu, she opened it up to reveal a plethora of expensive prices. For a latte, it was 1200 yen! It was unbelievable. She quickly shut the menu and stared at the waiter. "U-um! D-do I have to buy something?" Ran asked questioningly. She was worried that they would; all of the hosts here looked like they wanted her to buy a lot of expensive items. By the time she left the store, she was going to be broke. Awaiting for an answer, Ran also asked another inquiry. "A-and, d-do you attend Seiso...?" |
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| Miss Avarice | Apr 14 2009, 04:28 AM Post #5 |
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Wide-eyed deer in the headlights? Fuyuumi Shouko (correct answer; you win a million dollars) -- ...not quite. More like what'shappeningmyheartispoundingohgodohgod cardiac arrest. At least she was kind enough to try and fake impassivity. "H-host... c-club?" Stammered like a typewriter. That's my girl. ~*~ "Fuyuuuuuuuuumiiiii-chaaaaaan... could you please get Mommy some coffee?" Her mother had asked her to get her coffee. Yes, coffee. Evidently, their maids were out of town on vacation and their butler was off getting the Porsche fixed. Father was out of town too, somewhere in Sumatra (or was it Bangladesh?), buttering up his contacts and wining and dining without them. Well, that was easily seen from the anxiety in her mother's eyes, reddened a little. Insomnia, sleep apnea, DSPS...? (It would be rude to ask.) "All right, all right," she said noncommittally, slipping through the door. "I'll get you some coffee." Unfortunately, she got a lot more than coffee. A lot. ~*~ She immediately perceived them. Twins. Glasses-kid. Growth-stunted dwarflike creature-child that reminds her of a fairy. A tall, towering figure that reminds her just how petite she really is. And a blonde that looks out-of-place. Not quite there. He doesn't belong. "Yes, a host club," hostclubhostclub. What? (That's all that one of them says, as if in explanation.) "...O-okay..." she said. (Be our guest be our guest put our service to the test.) "Where... is the coffee?" Edited by Miss Avarice, Apr 14 2009, 09:20 PM.
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| peculuiarities | Apr 15 2009, 03:39 AM Post #6 |
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& welcome to the host club ! "U-um! D-do I have to buy something?" "No, that's fine," Kaji said gently, feeling sorry for her in spite of himself. She look flustered, to say the least, and if the tomato-red blush that painted her cheeks was any indication, she had probably never encountered anything like this in her life. (That he could safely agree to. This Host Club business seemed to be the brainchild of someone in dire need of therapy.) "I think customers get a complimentary cup of coffee, so you can just, er, enjoy yourself without having to pay such exorbitant prices." "A-and, d-do you attend Seiso...?" "Ah, that's right," he said in surprise, his interest suddenly piqued. He examined his customer more carefully, a piece of his natural cheerfulness returning. If she was a schoolmate-- which she probably was, having recognized him-- then they could be stranded in this twisted fantasy coffee shop together. Misery loves company. "I'm in class 2-2. You're from Seiso too, I assume?" To his shame, he couldn't recognize her at all; he had transferred to Seiso several weeks ago, yes, but he still had difficulty remembering anyone outside of his class and the little sphere of friends he'd cobbled together. (This, perhaps, was due to a lack of interest in any female persons who were not a) red-haired violinists, and b) named Hino Kahoko, but he would never admit it.) "Ah, I'm really sorry, but... I don't think I have your name," he said sheepishly, mentally kicking himself for the gaffe. "It's unfair to you, I know-- especially since you seem to know who I am-- but if you could do me the pleasure of introducing yourself...? Just to jog my memory; we might have crossed each other in the hallway, maybe." A commotion at the doorway caught his attention, and Kaji looked up to see a familiar girl with cyan hair being accosted by Tweedledum and Tweedledee. In the vein of recent customers (i.e. the brown-haired girl he was currently serving), her expression was not one of eager anticipation, but went more along the lines of 'holy cow who are you people I'd call the police if I could only move away from this doorjamb'. Despite the expression of abject terror, however-- and she was bravely trying to fight it off by inquiring about the coffee-- he could (almost) recognize her. She was a first-year music student, he was sure, and she was part of Hino's circle of friends. He'd seen her with them, twice or thrice, with another cream-jacketed boy. "Oh, the coffee!" Tweedledee said, his twin simply grinning like a shark at his side, "Well! This is a coffee shop, and we are meant to serve the customers, so if you'd simply follow us--" and here, he and his brother deftly pried her away from the door and half-escorted, half-dragged her towards another table not far from Kaji, "-- we'll bring you your order in just a sec! Ne, Kaoru?" Huh. So they did have names. "That's right, Hikaru!" Tweedledum crowed, in a rather convincing rendition of a grade school student who'd just gotten the correct answer during a class discussion. From out of nowhere, the air was suddenly suffused with the scent of rose petals, and the temperature in the room seemed to hike up a little. With a sinking feeling, Kaji realized that they were about to jump into one of their twincest acts with great gusto. "Er, Fuyuumi Shouko-san, was it...?" Kaji ventured, trying to diffuse what could be a potentially scarring exhibition. (True to form, Tweedledee stuck his tongue out at him in response to the interruption. The blond ignored him studiously.) "I'm Kaji Aoi, Hino-chan's classmate. What brings you here?" ooc;; OTL Long post is long. AND. I FORGOT HARUHI.8DD;; /fail So if someone could please insert her deftly into the thread that would be really great.XD;; Oh, and nicknames are: Megane-kun --> Kyouya Rashomon --> Mori Doraemon --> Hani Tweedledee --> Hikaru Tweedledum --> Kaoru |
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| Fahrin | Apr 15 2009, 03:54 AM Post #7 |
 
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A/N: Er, right. Since this is, after all, located in the Crack Thread, Keiichi will quite possibly go OOC at some (or many!) points. XD Keiichi looked in vague confusion at his surroundings. Where was he? He remembered walking down the sidewalk, on his way... somewhere. He stared vacantly into space, trying to remember what had happened. ...Oh, right. An energetic girl had taken one look at him and grabbed his hand, leaving him in front of a suspicious-looking coffee shop. What, did she think he needed coffee or something? Well, he was already here, so maybe it would be okay to go inside. Keiichi opened the door slowly, took a tentative step... and tripped. He went flying into a very expensive-looking vase, sending it crashing to the ground in one thousand and three pieces. Rubbing his now sore areas, Keiichi looked behind to see what he'd tripped on, and saw... rose petals? A loud sound caught his attention. Keiichi turned around and saw a seemingly 5-year-old boy wailing loudly and holding his finger. Apparently, a piece of the broken vase had flown and cut the lolita's finger, causing a small injury no bigger than a paper cut. A very tall man (With big hands, like Tsuchiura! Keiichi thought admiringly) quickly heaved the boy into his arms and ran out of the shop. There was also a very dangerous-looking man with shiny glasses looking at him. Keiichi considered running-- something he hadn't done in ages. ...But the scary man was probably worth breaking his record. Edited by Fahrin, Apr 15 2009, 03:57 AM.
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