Blue Collar Diner.

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Blue Collar Diner is simply a diner, just barely stating afloat that lays just on the side of the road on an interstate highway. The employees experience odd happenings everyday here, but nothing to worry too much about right? It’s just typical out of the normal things, this is fine. Your general manager, Daxton Green, seems too young for the job, he’s only just turned 20. How did he get the role anyways? Well, best not worry. All you hope is to climb your way up to his role, right? Yeah, sure. The slow stream of customers is coming to a lesser trickle everyday, and despite the efforts of the diner employees, nothing is helping.

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Enjoy your stay at Blue Collar Diner!

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~~Ciara~~

The rain matched Ciara's mood as she pulled her car up to the Blue Collar Den. She had left her daughter, Moonwatcher, in charge of her house while she was gone. She walked inside, the little ding of the bell making her smile a little. Her friend(and secret boyfriend), Kane, had died in a car crash a few weeks ago. Ciara couldn't let go of him. She became a regular customer at this dinner all because she wanted to stop her grieving. She sat down in the nearest booth and stared down at the table, thinking, trying to fight back her tears.

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[Akira]

Kiran yawned, stretching his arms high above his head as he did so. It was hard work, keeping a barely running diner, well... Running. They rarely had any customers, but it could be worse, he supposed. At least he had his coworkers to talk to!

The ravenette sighed and grabbed his old raggedy kitchen towel again, running it over the top of one table. Well, normally he would, but he got to work early... Again. And he was left to his lonesome... Again. Aw...


(Open to anyone, especially coworkers!)

[Shade.]

Paris drove over for her first shift. She wasn't excited and, in fact, the prospevt of working at a diner seemed unappealing but she knew it built character. She was a decent cook and cooked for her younger brother whom she had custody over. His mother had died along with her father and her own mother, divorced and living in another state, had refused to take custody of either of them so their uncle had taken care of them until Paris became an adult. Paris's hefty inheritance removed the need for her to work, at least not for the next couple of years if she lived lavishly. But Paris knew she needed to hold her own against the world and what better way to do that than experience.
Paris was all geared up now with an apron. She was slightly tall and gangly, with caramel hair and green eyes and was absolutely covered in freckles. She was 19 now and had been taking care of her brother for a year and a few months. All her siblings had gone off somewhere, probably spending their inheritance and Paris had lost contact. The young cook knew this was going to be an unpleasant but necessary experience. Time to see who else is here, I suppose....

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[Willie Warf]

Originally Posted by Ritsuka

Kiran yawned, stretching his arms high above his head as he did so. It was hard work, keeping a barely running diner, well... Running. They rarely had any customers, but it could be worse, he supposed. At least he had his coworkers to talk to!

The ravenette sighed and grabbed his old raggedy kitchen towel again, running it over the top of one table. Well, normally he would, but he got to work early... Again. And he was left to his lonesome... Again. Aw...


(Open to anyone, especially coworkers!)

Kristine pulled up to the parking lot, only to see Kiran beat her to it. She walked in seeing Kiran, boredly wiping a counter. "Eary again huh? I'm gonna beat you here one day! Hey did you recount the money? The cameras have been glitching lately and I think someone might steal. Last I counted, which was last night, in the cash register we had $78.73 cents. Is it still there?" She said, clocking in and putting her stuff away.

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⇏ Daxton Greene | OPEN

Daxton heaved a sigh as he swung the door open to his office, exiting the room and flowing into the main area. As always, he was the first to arrive at work. He made his way over to the clock-in board, moving the magnet with his name on it in scraggly writing to the section marked IN with a glance at the window behind him. Blue Collar Djner stood out form the surrounding forestry that always lined Interstate Highways, due to its neon nature. He made his way around the diner, turning on all of the neon signs an lightlines. He stepped over the rainbow floor mat, and turned, picking it up. I should just get rid of this old rag. He threw the mat over his shoulder and made his way to the Dumpster out back, throwing the thing into the green and black hues of the dumpster. Luckily the trash guys would be coming tomorrow. The gay flag that hung above the place was long gone, it had fallen off of its post last week and was gone like the wind.

He went back inside and decided to help out Worm and get some sweeping done. Daxton made his way to the janitorial closet, pulling out a sweet wind dustpan. His plad shirt consisted of forest green, and he wore a gray beanie, along with gray jeans. After he swept up the whole place, and had dumped the gathered muck and dust out of the dustpan and into the trash, he was done, and done. With the Morning duties completed, he just had to wait for his co-workers to arrive. Although now that he’s reminded his wolf, the Janitor won’t have anything to do this working. Oh well. He popped some earbuds in and sat in one of the bar chairs, gently tapping one finger on the glossy surface of the bar.

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⇏ Daxton Greene | @Leafspeaker

Just as he was throwing a sweep into the closet, he heard the jingle of the little bell that someone had added last week. Prepping up his voice, he gave a small ahem before speaking. “Welcome to Blue Collar Diner, can I get you started with a drink, or some coffee perhaps?” He smiled, snatching up the notepad formatted for taking orders, and made his way to Ciara’s table. “Ah, Ciara! Welcome back, always a fancy to have you swing by.” He chuckled, pulling out a pen from his back pocket. He felt bad for Ciara sometimes, seeing her lose Kane. They always came in together, but ever since they stopped, Ciara’s been so gloomy and depressed looking. Despite this, Dax still greatly appreciated that she took time to come around here often, after all, they were on the side of an interstate highway, normally people just came in for a quick meal amidst travel.

[Akira]

Originally Posted by QueenCocaHead

Kristine pulled up to the parking lot, only to see Kiran beat her to it. She walked in seeing Kiran, boredly wiping a counter. "Eary again huh? I'm gonna beat you here one day! Hey did you recount the money? The cameras have been glitching lately and I think someone might steal. Last I counted, which was last night, in the cash register we had $78.73 cents. Is it still there?" She said, clocking in and putting her stuff away.

Kiran looked up and grinned when he spotted Kristine walk in. He gave a little laugh at her joke, responding with, "You can try!," before listening to her continue on about the cash register. The young man shrugged, throwing a glance at the said register.

"I'm not sure. I don't often check it: I don't like messing with things if I can help it," Kiran said, leaning back to make sure the table he was wiping was now clean. Satisfied, he tossed the towel over his shoulder and leaned against the table, tilting his head at Kristine.

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Ashley pulled up into the parking lot of the Blue Collar Diner, and walked in, the bell on the door ringing as she entered. There was an odd vibe to the diner, and she certainly knew why. The diner had obviously been old, and it and didn’t seem like the place to have a normal meal. She was walking around, letting out small scoffs here and there, when she had spotted an employee. He had been wearing a name tag, and that had said Manager, Daxton Greene. Ah. The manager obviously hadn’t been taking care of his diner, since it seemed so musty and old. Her eyes narrowed, as she walked up to him, grabbed his arm, and brought him out back.

“Hello. Let’s get to what the meaning of doing this. You’re diner is lousy and so are you at your job. So, I’m going to fix it. From big problems to little imperfections, I’ll make it better. Thanks for hiring me, appreciate it greatly.” All she did was nod and go to get some wipes from her car, she quietly scrubbed the walls as she ignored any reaction from her new manager.

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Pressing the heel of her palm against the cold metal bar of the door, Nat gives a hefty push and steps into the diner. She was met with a waft of heated air that smelled of a stew of different things, and the little tinkling of the bell that signaled a customer's arrival. She stands in the entryway for a few seconds, scoping the place out before passing by the podium with the menus and table sheet on it. The woman was headed towards her usual area off to the side- Her actual table was taken at the moment by a charming looking older couple, but she didn't mind the change. She places her purse down on the old and cracking plastic before sliding down into the booth and settling.

This place had certainly seen better days. Propping her elbow up on the cheap table, Nat puts her head in her hand and gives the diner another glance-around, a thin smile twitching at the corner of her lips. It was lively once, and then... It just wasn't. Not as many people stopped along for food, and the team themselves changed as well. A boy was the general manager these days, and it seemed like he was doing his best to bring life back into the place by hiring... Teenagers, for the most part. Or maybe it was because they were cheaper hires than most- They didn't argue their pay. Well, whatever was the case, at least she could appreciate a hot coffee when it was needed.