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Post by colette on Jan 18, 2009 22:20:01 GMT -8
It had been a successful night at Gusteau’s and an exhausted but satisfied Colette folded up her sauce stained jacket (which is easiest to explain by saying that Linguini had a little accident in the kitchen) to take home and wash. She grabbed her motorcycle helmet and gave a quick wave goodnight to the other chefs, save Linguini whom she was still irritated at, before stepping out and inhaling a deep breath of fresh air. Tonight may have gone off well, but tomorrow was another day and if Gusteau’s was going to be restored to its former glory, then every night must be even more successful than the last! Colette placed her hand on the seat of her motorbike and shook her head as she glanced up at the restaurant’s sign. Three stars were lit up out of five and one day she hoped to see the other two shining brightly once again. Linguini was bringing the public’s attention back to the restaurant with his unique skills, but would it be enough?
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Post by tramp on Jan 19, 2009 17:44:43 GMT -8
Tramp comes up the alley sniffing for scraps. He sees a woman coming out from a back door. "Well just my luck. Here's show time." Tramp comes prancing up the street to meet the woman, tounge lolling out the side of his mouth. As he gets closer he gives one quick bark, wags his tail, and sits down with one paw in the air as if to shake her hand.
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Post by colette on Jan 22, 2009 21:41:32 GMT -8
Colette could feel something approaching her more than hear it and she grabbed hold of a can of pepper spray tucked inside her jacket. She whirled around and was surprised to find herself facing a dog instead of some drunken Parisian. As she slipped the spray back into her pocket, Colette quirked a brow at the begging canine.
“What do you want? …Are you hurt?” Her gaze was directed downward at the pooch’s paw, but the mutt didn’t seem to be in pain. “Go on now,” she told it with a flit of her hands. “Go back to your owner, okay? I don't have time to make friends.”
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Post by tramp on Jan 31, 2009 10:36:00 GMT -8
Tramp cocks his head. "Hmm, looks like she'll be a little tougher to crack than most. Nothing for it but to keep going though." He gives one more quick bark and starts chasing his tail. On his third pass he runs quickly by her licking her hand on the way past her. Sitting down once more, tail going like a motor, one more quick bark, and he raises his paw once more. "That should do it," Tramp says smugly to himself.
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Post by colette on Feb 1, 2009 14:32:53 GMT -8
When the pooch licked her hand Colette let out a startled gasp and snapped it back, but the look on the dog's face and the way he was pawing at her made her melt like butter. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to give him just a little something. But what to give this hungry mutt? She stared at the large bins where the garbage was kept.... She couldn't feed him anything in there, even if the top layer was mostly table scraps from dinner service tonight.
"You are a customer at Gusteau's and I will treat you as such!" she told him. Colette held out her hand. "You stay. I'll be right back."
The woman headed back into the kitchen and immediately stopped to wash her hands. She didn't want to go around touching food after that dog had licked it- who knew where he had been? One of the chefs was putting away some meat, when Colette called out for him to stop.
"Tell Skinner he can take this out of my paycheque, okay!" she said, taking a piece of veal.
Rushing back out, she was pleased to see the dog was still there.
"All right, I'll make you a deal. Zhis iz the one and only time you come here for food, okay?" She set the veal before him and stood back, feeling guilty that she just wasted this good cut of meat.
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Post by tramp on Feb 8, 2009 22:29:36 GMT -8
With the meat right in front of him, Tramp went at it with vigil. In only a few bites he managed to swallow the delicacy. "Man that's the second best piece of meat I've ever had! Only Boris and Tony serve better. And barely at that!"
With his hunger abated, Tramp gave a happy bark, walked up to the nice lady, stretched out both feet and gave her a formal bow. Straigtening up, he gave another happy bark and sat down, tail running like a motor, tounge lolling out the side of his wide grin, looking up at woman. "Now to see if I can get a good night's sleep some place warm. I smell rain on its way."
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Post by colette on Feb 15, 2009 0:42:27 GMT -8
Colette raised a brow, her eyes darting back and forth as if she were looking for a person who might be able to explain the dog’s behaviour.
“Vat do you vant?” she asked exasperatedly, her arms flying up, limp wrists falling back. “I can’t give you anymore than zhat!” She pointed back toward the kitchen door. “Do you know, I risked my job for you tonight?! Skinner will kill me for taking zhe meat!”
Realizing she was speaking to an animal who could not possibly understand what she was saying she brought a palm to her face, slowly dragging it down.
“I must be going crazy- talking to a dog.” She reluctantly turned away from the canine and put on her helmet. When Colette looked back over her shoulder to see if the dog was still there, she winced. “I’m… I’m sorry, all right. I don’t have anymore food for you.”
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Post by tramp on Feb 17, 2009 11:10:44 GMT -8
"Hmmm, she seems to be leaving. I thought that bow would've worked better. I'll just follow her and see where she's going. Try and win more favours wherever her destination is at. I better keep my distance though, don't want her to get scared. Ok, keep the happy face on and the tail wagging and off I go."
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