Post by claus on Mar 6, 2010 19:19:25 GMT -7
8:36 In The Majesty Resturaunt
Claus was wearing his nice guy glasses. When Claus wore his nice guy glasses, that generaly meant he was not being a 'nice guy'. They gave him the apperance of an intelligent, yet friendly, cook. Oh yes, with these glasses and Claus's years of pretending to be a good person when ever the time called for it, there wasn't much he couldn't pull off. People just seemed to trust him more, especialy here in London. Of course they did, afterall, who was going to doubt the cheerful, smart, talented, cook, who so greets everyone so politely? He wasn't especialy handsome, nor was he particularly ugly, so he left no real impression of any sort other than pleasentness. And to top it all off, he had that sweet, slightly, cockney accent that let you know he was raised here in london, oh yes, a local, that was splendid!
Unfortunatly, what few knew, was that this talented, intelligent, happy, gracious, local, chef, was actualy quite the opposite of what they expected him to be. Oh yes. No one ever expected him to be a cunning hit man with a knack for creative killings, and who actualy had been in South America for a rather long time. The only things real about this disguise was the accent and the talent. He actualy was a pretty good chef.
Which was why his current disguse worked so well. He was dressed in a white chef's uniform, his dark hair combed back nicely, his dark eyes cropped behind the nice guy glasses. The Majesty had this interesting system, they had booths where the tables where 50% stoves, and 50% booths. This way the customer could sit back and watch you cook their meal. The cooking process lasted a little longer than it normaly did, this way the chef had time to show off a few fancy tricks and show off just how awesome his cooking skills where to the customer. You could flip their food, spray some oil to send up a flare of fire, preform dangerous and intricate stunts that could easily become lethal if someone was wearing too much hair spray.
This was also Claus's headquarters. The booths where wooden with a large table, half fire retardant wood, and half steel stove, the room was closed in by a plexiglass door that sealed sound, so outside the large booth, all your heard was the gentle lounge music, and clanging dishes, and every now and then a little applause. So inside the booth, Claus could speak freely with people, this was one way he set up clients. He let them come to him. Of course this had it's dangers. This meant anyone could visit him. But Claus had friends here, not to mention he was always armed to the teeth. No. Any attempt on his life would be a fool's game.
So Claus waited in booth 8 for his next customer, spreading the oils he needed to cook with over the stove. Whether this next guest would want a steak or a hit he didnt know.