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| 19 Dec 2013 10:08 PM |
Name: Miles Plihan
Age: 24
Appearance: He has tan colored hair and dark brown almond shaped eyes. He has an average build and is 5'10.
Personality: He can be rude at times, and nice at times. Overall, Miles is nice, rude, and funny.
Bio: Do I have to do this?
Others: N/A
Welcome to the city, Miles Plihan! Please fill out the form below: |
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| 19 Dec 2013 10:09 PM |
Do you own a house?:
Description of house?:
Do you have a family?:
What is the salary that you earn with your job?:
Rank in job?:
Are you an orphan?:
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| 19 Dec 2013 10:15 PM |
Do you own a house?: Yes
Description of house?: I guess you can say this is a typical two story house. Once you walk in through the front door, you'll be in the Living Room. The Living Room consist on two long couches and one recliner chair. Then, there will be a door next to the Living Room that would lead you to the kitchen. The kitchen has well, everything you need to have in a kitchen. The dining room is connected to the kitchen, so dinner is served a few feet away. Now, for the upstairs: The upstairs has 3 bedrooms; one master bedroom and two regular sized rooms.
Do you have a family?: Yes. A wife and two kids.
What is the salary that you earn with your job?: $41,000
Rank in job?: Lead Chef
Are you an orphan?: No, both parents still live and well.
Others that you want to add?: I don't think so. |
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| 19 Dec 2013 11:12 PM |
| (Accepted, we may begin. Please post your first action.) |
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| 19 Dec 2013 11:16 PM |
Miles I wake up from my dreamless sleep and runs my eyes from sleep. As I get off the bed, I yawn and stretch a bit before I decide to brush my teeth and put on my work uniform.
When I finish brushing my teeth and changing into my work uniform, I leave my house to drive to work. |
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| 20 Dec 2013 06:58 PM |
| There was a lot of traffic in the streets so when you got there you were actually 30 minutes late. Strange... |
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| 20 Dec 2013 07:13 PM |
Miles I quickly park the car in the parking lot behind the restaurant I work for. I get out the car and lock it before I walk into work. When I finish that, I run inside my work place. |
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| 20 Dec 2013 07:21 PM |
| The manager goes over to you and starts scolding you heavily for not being on time. |
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| 20 Dec 2013 07:37 PM |
Miles "I'm so sorry, sir. I'll promise not to do it again!" I tell him. |
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| 21 Dec 2013 02:58 PM |
| "You better, or else you're gonna be in big trouble," snorted the manager, walking away. |
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| 21 Dec 2013 03:16 PM |
Miles "Yeah.. yeah.." I muttered. I walk around and look for any meals to be made. |
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| 21 Dec 2013 11:27 PM |
| A waiter comes over to you and tells you that table #9 needs a pepperoni pizza. "Go cook it, or else I'll report you to the manager. He's already unhsppy with you today, and by the looks of it, it's possible that you'll be fired," urged the waiter, a tall, thin man with green eyes and black curly hair by the name of Felix Delthin. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 12:21 AM |
Miles "Yeah.. I know," I mutter as I roll my eyes.
I walk toward an oven and take out a pan. I make the dough quickly and spread it out into the pan as I add tomato sauce, mozzerella cheese, and pepperoni. Once I finished that, I pop it into the oven. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 12:52 AM |
| After a while the oven beeped and as you took the pizza out it smelled delicious. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 03:09 AM |
Miles I took the pizza out of the oven, my mouth watering cause of the smell. And always remember, I turn off the oven. Then, I cut the pizza into 8 even(well, almost even) pieces, ring the bell, and shout, "ORDER UP!" |
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| 22 Dec 2013 01:23 PM |
| Felix passes by and grabs the pizza, then departs. Before leaving, he gave you an approving nod. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 01:24 PM |
Miles I grin a bit. Is there any more orders to make? |
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| 22 Dec 2013 05:57 PM |
| A waitress, an skinny little woman with brown eyes and silver hair by the name of Fiona Warren passes by and hands you a sheet. “Mashed potatoes and gravy for table #8,” she had wrote. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 06:00 PM |
Miles I nod and go over to a pot filled with steamed potatoes. I grab a few and skin them. Them, I mashed them and pour hot gravy over it. I hold the plate and ring the bell, screaming, "ORDER UP!" |
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| 22 Dec 2013 06:11 PM |
| Fiona passes by again and took the plate out of your hand, busily hurrying away. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 06:12 PM |
Miles I sit down on a chair. Is it lunch break yet? |
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| 22 Dec 2013 06:24 PM |
| Indeed. The manager comes over to you and tells you it's lunch break. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 06:28 PM |
Miles I thank him and grab my lunch I packed, which is a simple sandwich. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 06:30 PM |
| The manager, a tall, bulky man with a spiky equinox and light blue eyes, nodded and then walked away. |
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| 22 Dec 2013 06:31 PM |
Miles I begin to eat my lunch and finish it quickly. |
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