Sour Apple: Introduction
(A/N: WOW. I thought ISHIDA whooped my ass. Hello, Ulquiorra. He is damn hard to write. Aw, hell, and I still have Byakuya to do. I'm screwed. Sorry about the wait. Hope it's worth it.)
Introducing Sour Apple, one of our lovely wait staff.
Rating: T
My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer. I work at the Fruit Parlor café in downtown Tokyo, where I go by the moniker Sour Apple. I am 22 years old and in my fourth year at Torano College of Fine Arts. I’m majoring in graphic design. I’m not natively Japanese, I was born in Germany, and I hold a dual citizenship there. I’m German-Japanese. Father is German, and Mother was Japanese. We lived in Germany until right after my graduation from high school. The reason we moved was that my Mother died in a plane crash, when I was midway through my senior year. Father decided we should move back to Mother’s home after I had graduated, so I had the choice of staying in Germany for college or moving with him.
We both ended up moving, and I now live with my father in a small apartment. I found Torano College, enrolled, and found a job to help Father with the bills - at the Fruit Parlor. I’m a quiet person, and I could almost pass for a regular Japanese citizen were it not for the small differences in my facial structure. I am not very tall, with a runner’s build. I have shoulder-length black hair and bright green eyes that often get mistaken for contact lenses.
My job is acceptable. My coworkers and boss leave something to be desired, however. Urahara Kisuke is quite possibly the most annoying man to set foot on this earth. He is consistently irreverent, prone to teasing the more volatile of his employees, and he is very immature. Kurosaki and Jeagerjaques are his most frequent victims.
Kuchiki is a lot like myself, which is acceptable, and we respect each other. Ishida is a very strange individual, but he does know when to leave well enough alone. He respects the fact that I do not like people. Hitsugaya also respects this part of my personality. He is a little more volatile than Ishida, but also less odd. I respect him. Hisagi is talented in the ways of computers and technology, and this makes him a valuable part of our workforce. He can be crude and loud occasionally, but he respects my personal boundaries. Abarai and Kurosaki are very alike as well. They are loud, boisterous and do not respect my personal boundaries very well. So I reinforce it for them. Quite a lot. They have a kind of grudging respect for me now, and will generally leave me alone after a couple tries to make me socialize. The one I cannot stand at all, who I have no respect for, is Jeagerjaques. I fail to see how that man is even in college. He is loud, violent, reckless, irreverent, disrespectful, and just about everything else in the entire damn book.
He also seems to think it’s his personal mission in life to get me to fight him. So far I have resisted, but he makes it very difficult. There’s something about him that just grates on my nerves horribly. He is the embodiment of all the reasons I hate people, social life, and - just people. I will be very surprised if I survive to graduation sane at the rate he’s going.
Introducing Sour Apple, one of our lovely wait staff.
Rating: T
My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer. I work at the Fruit Parlor café in downtown Tokyo, where I go by the moniker Sour Apple. I am 22 years old and in my fourth year at Torano College of Fine Arts. I’m majoring in graphic design. I’m not natively Japanese, I was born in Germany, and I hold a dual citizenship there. I’m German-Japanese. Father is German, and Mother was Japanese. We lived in Germany until right after my graduation from high school. The reason we moved was that my Mother died in a plane crash, when I was midway through my senior year. Father decided we should move back to Mother’s home after I had graduated, so I had the choice of staying in Germany for college or moving with him.
We both ended up moving, and I now live with my father in a small apartment. I found Torano College, enrolled, and found a job to help Father with the bills - at the Fruit Parlor. I’m a quiet person, and I could almost pass for a regular Japanese citizen were it not for the small differences in my facial structure. I am not very tall, with a runner’s build. I have shoulder-length black hair and bright green eyes that often get mistaken for contact lenses.
My job is acceptable. My coworkers and boss leave something to be desired, however. Urahara Kisuke is quite possibly the most annoying man to set foot on this earth. He is consistently irreverent, prone to teasing the more volatile of his employees, and he is very immature. Kurosaki and Jeagerjaques are his most frequent victims.
Kuchiki is a lot like myself, which is acceptable, and we respect each other. Ishida is a very strange individual, but he does know when to leave well enough alone. He respects the fact that I do not like people. Hitsugaya also respects this part of my personality. He is a little more volatile than Ishida, but also less odd. I respect him. Hisagi is talented in the ways of computers and technology, and this makes him a valuable part of our workforce. He can be crude and loud occasionally, but he respects my personal boundaries. Abarai and Kurosaki are very alike as well. They are loud, boisterous and do not respect my personal boundaries very well. So I reinforce it for them. Quite a lot. They have a kind of grudging respect for me now, and will generally leave me alone after a couple tries to make me socialize. The one I cannot stand at all, who I have no respect for, is Jeagerjaques. I fail to see how that man is even in college. He is loud, violent, reckless, irreverent, disrespectful, and just about everything else in the entire damn book.
He also seems to think it’s his personal mission in life to get me to fight him. So far I have resisted, but he makes it very difficult. There’s something about him that just grates on my nerves horribly. He is the embodiment of all the reasons I hate people, social life, and - just people. I will be very surprised if I survive to graduation sane at the rate he’s going.