Alive and Angry
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Post by Roman Sionis on Jul 11, 2020 0:33:57 GMT -7
Sionis kept his attention focused on Kara, “Anger issues?! What do you know about anger issues VALLEY GIRL!” He took a hard step and flexed his bicep muscles as he enunciated the new nickname given to her. “Try having hot caw-fee spilled on you,” pointing to the brown stains on his pants. “AND YES! Reporters should be clamoring to get interviews with me and not Bruce <Bleeping> Wayne. You and welfare queen over there have no idea what it takes to run a successful multi-million-dollar company. Neither of you will achieve a microcosm of success that I have right now! You most likely spent your morning trying to figure out how to save up enough money to have your first of many artificial implants installed. I call it when I see it. In ten-years you’ll be owning a teal mini-van, driving little Timmy to the soccer game, and stuffing your face full of donuts in the process. Heeeee!” Roman completed with a self-satisfied smile followed by a higher than normal pitched laughter.
This girl walked in at a bad time and with the worst statement. Asking who the heck he is? Some nerve. She probably uses Janus Cosmetics supplies every Friday night trying to score a date with mister high school field goal kicker.
The laughter was met an abrupt end when the café manager threatened to call the police if Roman did not leave the premise. Sionis slapped the cellphone out of the manager’s hand, sending it sprawling to the outer edges of the cafe property. “Tsk tsk glorified barista. The twelve dollars an hour that you make is not worth making an enemy of Roman Sionis. So, don’t think about picking up the phone again. This place sucks. I’ll be leaving shorty. As soon as I’m done causing mental trauma to these two. Woooo!” Roman replied referring to future soccer mom and soup girl.
Speaking of which, soup girl finally made a comment that was not infuriating, when she recognized his company.
“FINALLY, you say something intelligent welfare queen!” Roman breathed a sigh of relief, calming down just slightly. He couldn’t help but rile himself up again. “YES! I am the owner and president of Janus Cosmetics, and the sole innovator of EXTREME Face-Paint. Everyone wears masks. All of YOU are pretending to be someone, and with my product you no longer have to. EXTREME Face-Paint will transform your soul and spirit. Applying EXTREME will heal any mental anguish you are experiencing and alleviate emotional baggage you are carrying. In ADDITION to making you look great in the process. With a sample of EXTREME Face-Paint in your pocket book, you and Valley Girl will no longer be wannabe gold diggers, but you two may actually qualify as gold digger material.”
Getting caught up in the euphoria of verbal sparring with two people did not stop Roman from picking up the dropped car keys to his Rolls Royce that the chauffeur had left behind when she quit. He did this just in case the café manager had managed to dial 911 before Roman slapped the cell phone away. It was the fight-or-flight response left in whatever shred of humanity he had left in this moment.
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Avalikia
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Post by Heather Glass on Jul 11, 2020 16:00:53 GMT -7
When the phone was slapped out of his hands, the manager gave the man a hard look, said, "If you cracked the screen, then so help me..." And then went to go retrieve it, completely ignoring the man's implied threats. Thus far this Roman Sionis guy had merely yelled, and he knew from experience most people who yell aren't likely to resort to violence, and if violence happened he'd be happy to sue the guy.
While he was busy doing that, the girl who was now known as 'soup girl' frowned in both thought and annoyance as she was forced to listen to him explain his credentials if you could call it that. The frown slowly morphed into more of a weirded outlook as he went on to explain the supposed benefits of his terrible makeup line. By now knowing that she wasn't going to get a word in edgewise until he was finished, she saved her comments until he was done.
When he finally finished or at least had to stop for breath, she finally offered, "Oh yeah, I read an article about you, all right. It was about how nobody was interested in buying the makeup equivalent of putting a bag over your head, so your company's stock has been dropping like a stone, and you'll probably be out of business soon." Putting up a defensive hand, she said, "I mean, I'm just saying that's what it said. ...Though maybe I should buy you a cookie because if that's true it sounds like I'll be able to afford it more than you could soon." It wasn't her own words at all. Well, except she did slant it a bit when she summarized it, that's true, but she wouldn't point that out.
She was a patient person, but this guy was ridiculous and he was slowly eating into her nerves. She hoped that the manager actually was calling the police - seeing the guy getting hauled off would be entertaining and do much to ease this disruption to her day. She was just glad that the teen who had stepped in seemed to be handling the guy's ranting in stride - she'd have felt horrible if it was someone who didn't have as much nerve. As it was, it was nice to have a second person to share the burden of having to put up with this jerk, because she could take it, sure, but he could only rant at her so much with his attention divided. She might even be able to finish off her soup before it got cold at this rate.
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Gothamite
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Post by Kara Zor-El on Jul 12, 2020 0:36:25 GMT -7
Kara looked at the whole situation. She could have rushed to at least grab the cell phone before it hit the ground but it was way too risky with so many people sitting in the cafe. She couldn't blow this chance. Not this time, not with Clark counting on her this time, especially with having the Batman over her shoulder and over Clark's. As Clark was able to talk Batman into the idea to help them out in this situation.
"Sure," Kara had said sarcastically about the product and the gold digger part.
She pulled her cell up and was turning on the camera setting. She was ready to hit record as the guy kept on ranting. Though this time the other woman was speaking up again about his company being in the paper and the stocks dropping.
She hit record for good measure. "Well if it's press you want...anything that goes on to make a good cover story, I've got my connections to a few large News companies in a few cities," Kara said smugly. "I'm sure the press will love a story about how you went after three women and tried to stick to some old school stereotype against women. I'm sure the feminist of this time would love that! Not to mention maybe even you investors?"
Kara was playing along to try and get the man just to leave if she had the chance. Otherwise she had a back up plan for his remarks toward her and the other women there.
She was going to act fast when it came to her phone, after seeing him knock the manager's phone out of her hands. Kara was way quicker and would be able to scene it before he had a chance to get a hold of it or her in that case.
Normally people who start to make a public scene would clam up or get frustrated when a camera was on them. And with social media in this day and age, it was going to be easy to get it to go up like wildfire. In a way she was bluffing. She was sure Lana had more important things to edit for the Daily Planet's business section.
Kara was careful not to allow information to slip out about who exact she knew. She knew it wasn't likely that her "aunt" would lose her job. Not with Clark around she didn't stand a chance. If needed Kara would go the extra mile to save her career is needed. There was always Supergirl who would need to be identified as there was no clear evidence since her disappearance to the Island where Diana had lived.
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Alive and Angry
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Post by Roman Sionis on Jul 12, 2020 2:39:57 GMT -7
When the café manager’s cell phone went flying from his hand, Roman did indeed wish the screen would crack. The repair would be costly based off the man's salary. Serves the manager right for trying to tell Roman Sionis what to do. After picking up the keys to his car off the ground, Roman started to twirl the keyring around one of his index fingers. He continued to wear the self-satisfied grin on his face until ‘soup girl’ pointed out the current financial state of Janus Cosmetics. Soup girl’s statement was like an arrow to a pulmonary organ. It took the breath right out of him, turning the self-satisfied grin into a glower on his lips. The comment about how she should purchase the oatmeal raisin cookie made half of the gathered crowd snicker and chuckle. “You stupid B---,“ Roman Sionis was on the verge of lunging at soup girl when valley girl took out her cell phone and commenced with a recording.
Thankfully he noticed valley girl out of the corner of his peripheral vision. She followed up by mentioning her connections to the press. “What the bleep>?! Put that down valley girl….” His voice trailed off as he thought about calling a bluff on her, but with the way twitter and Facebook worked, all she would have to do is post her video on one of those sites, then some desperate so-called journalist would run with it.
He also considered slapping the phone out of her hand like he did with the café manager, but IF there was a chance that valley girl did have legitimate contacts with a distinguished publication, he did not want this incident turning up within the folds of the Daily Planet of all places. The feminist movement did make up a portion of the Janus Cosmetic clientele whether they liked it or not. Roman took a few deep breaths. He ran a black gloved hand through his styled brown hair and then straightened his suit jacket, seething the entire time. “Why don’t you two vacuum sniffers enjoy each other’s company by drinking crap coffee and slurping bland soup. It will be short lived because everyone who disrespects Roman Sionis eventually faces a consequence…..with interest tacked on.” He spat at the ground near soup girl’s table before making his way towards his Rolls Royce. The infrequent mahogany color of the automobile made this classic even more coveted by collectors. Roman got into the driver’s seat with blood boiling. He took a deep breath and ran his hand over the car’s dashboard, “My baby…Let’s go for a stroll. Why don’t you help daddy Roman calm down after he had to put those horrible witches in their place..” Sionis whispered. He ignited the engine and it purred like a kitten. “I can always count on you..”
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Post by Heather Glass on Jul 12, 2020 19:28:12 GMT -7
Her eyes went wide when she saw the man start to make a move toward her. Did she accidentally touch a soft spot? Though fortunately, he didn't make it all the way to her before the other girl distracted him. It seemed that the man managed to find his shame at the thought of everyone seeing what he was doing.
Although... she gave her own cellphone the side-eye, trying not to draw attention to it, but checking it to see... Yep, still recording audio. She'd started it after the man's first demand for a cookie, and she ought to have a halfway decent recording of the entire exchange after that. And he loudly announced exactly who he was several times... Sweet! But aside from that look, she did nothing else to possibly draw attention to it - she'd seen what he did to the manager's phone and didn't want it to happen to hers.
She was quiet as she watched the man make a few parting shots and then retreat, too glad to see him on his way out to care about his insults. In fact, nothing he'd said about her really bothered her at all - she didn't care what the rich owner of some big (but failing) company thought about her. Especially since he seemed to be the type who thought that everyone was terrible - she wasn't going to lose any sleep about the fact that she didn't meet with his approval.
Once he was clearly on his way and not coming back, she shook her head and said, "Wow..." She reached for her phone and ended the recording - she got more of a gem than she ever expected.
Even as she was doing so, the manager came back with his phone in hand, looking flustered in the direction that the other man had departed. "Sorry about that, ladies,"" he said politely to both of the young women who'd had to talk to the man, starting some sort of an official apology on behalf of the cafe, no doubt.
But before he could say more, the one still sitting at her table dismissively said, "It's fine - no harm done and it's not your fault if some crazy guy walks up." Or at least, there was no harm done to her... "Is your phone okay?" she asked because if not, she had plenty of evidence for small claim's court...
But the manager lifted his phone with a smile and said, "Cracked the screen protector, not the phone." He turned to the other young woman and said, "Good thinking on scaring him off! I'll have to remember that trick if I need it later. We get angry customers sometimes, but that guy was a real piece of work."
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