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Post by pleadingvirtue on Feb 16, 2007 22:34:20 GMT -5
Helena sighed to herself. Another man had entered the shop. This was getting scary. She began to panic, heaving sighs to catch her breath. The stranger was drinking tea, and the steam gently curling from his cup was extremely enticing. She breathed deeper, wishing the fumes could flow into her lungs, but at this distance, there was no chance of that. She considered inching her chair closer, but the first barista had put up a sign saying not to move the tables.
With one final shaky sigh, she pushed the palms of her hands against the table and rose. She looked around, and for a second, she almost panicked and sat back down again. But she braced herself and walked toward the counter again. When she reached the counter, she cleared her throat to get the attention of one of the three. After a couple of seconds, she realized that she hadn't been loud enough, and none had heard her. She tried again, louder this time, wondering which one could get her the drink she wanted. One of them wasn't even an employee. She doubted they wanted to help her. They all seemed caught up in their perfect coffee shop friendship, in their perfect coffee shop world. She felt bitter towards them. None of them cared about her. And why should they? She was just another annoying customer. When they had looked at her, it had been with pity and humour. She was a joke to them. She coughed once more, angrily.
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Post by rabidusfossor on Feb 17, 2007 13:42:40 GMT -5
Tolando urned his attention the the girl. He smiles and faced Ronnie, poking a thumb in the girls general direction.
"I think she want something, Ronnie."
He pulled out another stool from the counter and offered it to her.
He took a gulp of his tea and a vacant expression came over his face. Another girl. They always made him feel awkward and nervous. He appeared as confident but inside, his stomach was beginning to shrink.
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Post by pleadingvirtue on Feb 17, 2007 14:12:51 GMT -5
Now that the employees had turned their attention to her, Helena realized that she hadn't planned her order. Normally she sat and thought about exactly what she wanted to say. Unfortunately, the presence of the men had thrown her off sufficiently to forget to plan. Her eyes went wide, and she stuttered for a second. Then she looked at the one with the braided hair, and the look in his eyes was so strange that it gave her strength. It was a rainy day out, which meant that getting a cold drink would be a bad idea. Helena bit her lip, and finally decided.
"Could I get a pot of cinnamon tea? And one of those chocolate muffins?" Helena asked timidly, fumbling to get her money out of her little black coffin purse.
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Post by moroiiangel on Feb 19, 2007 9:51:59 GMT -5
Ronnie looked over the girl with that same warmish smile, and nodded. "Of course you can. Sir, yours will be 2.50." She rang up Toledo's pot of Earl Grey, then turned to make the pot of cinnamon tea. She was glad that they were asking for tea, it was a huge difference in effort from making a cappuccino or latte. And, to be perfectly honest, Zack was much better at making them than she was. Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. Barely even herself.
"Here you go." Ronnie slid the pot and a cup over to Helena, and lifted the lid on the display box for the muffins. "Which would you like?" That wasn't exactly what she was supposed to do, just give them the first one that fell into her hand, but she wasn't that sort of person. If she was going to feed a human, she would feed them what they wanted. Made for happier customers, anyways.
She looked over to the little stage, hoping against hope that everything would turn out tonight, and that she wasn't going to have to deal with a bunch of upset teenagers.
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Post by zemalia on Feb 19, 2007 10:24:12 GMT -5
Tianne had thought to call a taxi, thankfully, just as she got out of her apartment. She had unlimited minutes in the city on her cellphone, so it didn't really matter either way. It was strange how she tended to use her cell phone much more often than she did her home line. Just proof of how much the world was changing around her at such a rapid pace.
She waited in the apartment lobby for about five minutes before she spotted the yellow cab outside. When she stepped out, Tianne was glad that she had worn her raincoat; it was pouring like she hadn't seen in months.
"Vie Boheme Cafe." she said as she slid her guitar in, and herself afterwards. Taking a look through her bag, she pried out her cellphone and started dialing. She hoped that someone would pick up at the other end of the phone, hoped that they would sing for her tonight. She wouldn't do it herself, not today.
((OOC: If someone wants to bring in another character, I'm giving you the opportunity. Otherwise, I'll just make an NPC))
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Post by pleadingvirtue on Feb 20, 2007 23:13:11 GMT -5
Helena picked a plump muffin from the container, and stepped away from the counter. Nibbling at the edge of the muffin, she hovered nervously near a stool, waiting for her pot of tea. When the water finally boiled, she leapt to the counter, grabbed her tea, and rushed back to her seat as quickly as she could without spilling. She gently removed the paper from the muffin and flipped it over. Working carefully, she pulled off the bottom of the muffin and scooped the inside out of the top part to the best of her ability. She ate the insides, and poured the tea into her cup. She inhaled the warm cinnamon scent and felt her nerves melt away. Even the rolling thunder outside seemed to be a growling lullabye, relaxing her further. Finally, she felt calm enough to offer a smile to the boy with the braids. He seemed very nice. The other boy looked older than her, and kind of intimidating. She wished she was part of their group. But she never would be. But smiling at the one boy was a good first step.
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Post by moroiiangel on Feb 22, 2007 22:13:50 GMT -5
Ronnie collected the coins that the girl had scattered on the counter in her rush back to her seat. She had a momentary longing to remind the girl that no matter how far away she was from them, she still wasn't alone in the coffee shop, nor was she invisible. Instead, she shook her head, and moved along the counter, stocking, cleaning, waiting for the next person to walk through the door.
On the other end of the phone line, a bubbly voice picked up. "Hello, Institution for the clinically insane, how may I help you?" The girl cracked up into giggles, and a boy in the background could be heard threatening violence. Serena cleared her throat and calmed down long enough to say "Sorry, Tianne. What would you like?"
After hearing Tianne's predicament, Serena agreed. "No problem. I'll come. You want a drummer?
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Post by rabidusfossor on Feb 25, 2007 23:20:11 GMT -5
Tolando sighed. He pulled out a notebook from his guitar bag and put it on the table. He chewed nervously on the end of his red pen and stared at the many notes scribbled down on the page. His music was going no where recently. His well of inspiration had run dry. Even his lyrics and writing suffered.
He put his pen down with a grunt and drank deeply from his mug.
Why? He had so much to write about. Broken family, stupid teachers, life in general.
He finished his cup and poured another, draining the pot. His mug was finished and he looked to Ronnie," 'Nuther one, hun? Mugs empty and so it the pot."
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Post by pleadingvirtue on Feb 27, 2007 20:18:50 GMT -5
Helena doodled little hearts in the borders of her books, and then broke them all. She slashed through each one with her pen, creating jagged lines all over the paper. It matched the mood outside. It was incredibly dark out. Helena thought to herself about how much love sucked. Not that she had ever experienced it. But she could imagine. Love sounded like it sucked. In theory. Or maybe it was the other way around. Perhaps love was good in theory, but rarely worked in practice. That would make a lot more sense to Helena. Love was like Communism. A nice idea, but it just doesn't work out how you plan it. But that didn't stop her from desperately wanting it. She sighed and scratched pointed stars amongst the hearts. She wondered to herself if the stars had broken the hearts. She thought that must be profound in some way. Helena thought herself very profound.
She drained the rest of her cup, and poured herself another one. She glanced around the room and noticed the friendly boy writing in a notebook. That was intriguing. Helena found herself wondering what he was writing. She wanted to be friends with him. She didn't have friends. But she could be friends with a boy with a notebook. Or at least she thought so. At least she could understand a boy with a notebook.
Suddenly, Helena felt the need to pee. She rose and arranged her jacket so that it was clearly visible. The last thing she needed was someone stealing her table. She hugged her notebook to her chest and quickly crossed to the bathroom. She never left her notebook sitting out by itself.
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Post by zemalia on Feb 28, 2007 15:36:32 GMT -5
"Depends, what kind of music is he up for tonight? I know the band that was playing was punk, so we should try to do something a bit harder than usual..."
Tianne knew who she was talking about and preferred not to mention his name. They had dated a while back, if you could call it dating. It was more of a fling, one that was left off on a sour note. She could endure him though, as long as Serena kept chatting. And needless to say, that was not a problem.
"And I'm not paying for his equipment to get shipped out over here. Plus, if he's coming, he's got to let the cafe know, they'll need to set up the place a bit different."
Let him deal with the problems. Tianne didn't need anymore right now.
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Post by moroiiangel on Mar 1, 2007 15:11:03 GMT -5
Ronnie winced, and tried to cover it up with a smile. "Sure. I'll get right on that pot." She slid it towards herself and stuck it under the hot water tap on the espresso machine. Call me hun.... She grumbled to herself and poked at Zack with the air between them.
"You want to take over cash? I need to go do some paper work before the band--the singer gets here. Since everything's changing now." With an exasperated sigh, she started to head for the back.
The girl with the notebook was headed in the same direction as her, and Ronnie bit her lip. This evening was trying its damnedest to be as hard as possible, and she didn't need it. Ronnie tried hard to be positive, but it was difficult when she was working with idiots like the human race. She gave the girl a smile and a wave, wondering why on earth she was there in the first place.
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There was a bunch of shuffling noise, and muffled protests and arguments from the girl and the boy, and finally he came on the other line.
"You got the number of the place? I need it to let them know." After an awkward pause, he cleared his throat and tried a livelier tone. "How have you been, anyway?"
In the background, Serena started singing. "Tianne and Fredrick, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."
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Post by zemalia on Mar 12, 2007 11:50:20 GMT -5
"Just f**king wonderful." She didn't need to be reminded right now of the scene at her apartment. Talking to one of her ex's wasn't really helping either. She knew that he was seeing someone else right now, leaving her no chance to flirt with him. Not to mention that she tried to make it a habit to not re-date. It was bad taste and form.
She passed the number on to him and waited for him to say something else. He didn't. "Look, I need to go. Bring your crap, I'll see you in half an hour or so." Tianne closed the phone and stared out the window. Lovely day for a renunioun, she thought to herself.
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Post by moroiiangel on Mar 14, 2007 13:18:12 GMT -5
Fredrick stared for a second blankly at the phone, droning the noise of a dropped call. Then he shook his head, and placed the reciever back in the cradle, making sure that everything was in its proper place. Then he turned to Serena, and promptly began trying to kick her in the shins.
((OOC: C'mon guys, reply. Be creative? Bring in new characters. Ten, where the hell did you go?))
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Post by pleadingvirtue on Mar 14, 2007 13:49:29 GMT -5
Helena pushed her way out the bathroom door and back into the main part of the shop in time to see another boy coming through the door. She gave him an awkward look and was surprised to see him looking back. She quickly averted her gaze again and hurried back to her table. The place was still not crowded. She was kind of pleased about that until she noticed that the only other people in the room were male. She continued to doodle in her book.
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Jacob wandered into the coffee shop and looked around. There were two guys, one an employee, in the room, and a girl coming out of the bathroom. He watched her for a second as she studied him and then as she looked away and returned to her table. He noticed that the room had been set up around a little stage. He guessed that a band or something would be playing tonight. He smiled. It was going to get crowded. Jacob loved watching people. And a crowd would be fun tonight. He was also interested in the weird-looking girl with the notebook. From his experience in studying people he thought that she looked like someone who didn't do well in crowds. And the furtive way in which she was scribbling things down into her notebook convinced him of this even further. Jacob decided that for tonight he intended to make friends.
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Post by homilophobic on Mar 22, 2007 15:43:04 GMT -5
Vivica yawns openly as she pushed at the door of the coffeshop. After it hadn't budged, she frowned and yawning again, pushed with a bit more vigor. Leaning down a little she noticed the "Pull" sign on the doorhandle. Glaring at it, she gave it a little pull, and walked in, hoping no one would have seen that idiotic mistake. "stupid door" she muttered to herself, before walking briskly over to the counter she glanced quickly over the menu before saying: Hi... Could I get a dark-chocolate mochachinno? Please? and a blueberry muffin? Leaning her back against the counter she began fishing out her wallet, as she waited for one of the baristas to tell her how much her total was going to be.
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Post by moroiiangel on Mar 24, 2007 15:01:41 GMT -5
((OOC: As Chris is something akin to dead, we shall assume that he will serve Vivica. Also, I give up waiting for a third employee.))
"That'll be 4.50." Zack hated cash, but as it was Ronnie was in the back, and he had no choice. Where was their third barista?
Just as he thought that, Russel came in through the front door, loudly. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. What's going on?" He stumbled over behind the counter and threw on his apron, which had been hanging over near the dust pan. "You need something?" He had a look on his face that said he couldn't give a rats ass if Zack needed something or not. Instead, he leaned over towards Tolando, and grinned. "Hey man, how ya been? See the game last night? It was shit, right?"
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Post by rabidusfossor on Mar 27, 2007 11:35:23 GMT -5
Tolano jumped as what was akin to whenever Russel greeted him by surprise. Regardlessly, he turned and smiled, closing his book as he went. Russel was one of his best friends but he didn't let anyone read his work.
"Yeah! What a blow, the team is falling apart this year. I was so upset when Raycroft let in that goal. Still I have tickets to see them play next Saturday. You should come! I have an extra! Are you working?"
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Post by moroiiangel on Mar 27, 2007 11:43:50 GMT -5
"I dunno man, I'll have to ask the mega pregnant dog in the back. Bu that'd be sweet, we could go to the game and maybe hit a bar afterward? Pick up some chicks, you know?"
Ronnie came out of the back a few seconds too late to hear this exchange, and went over to the stage, trying to work out dimensions. She had recieved a phone call from a boy saying he was going to need enough room for a drum set, if it was possible. Her head was spinning.
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Post by rabidusfossor on Mar 27, 2007 16:10:17 GMT -5
Tolando blushed. He was only 18 but several times had gotten into a bar using Russel's brother's ID for his own. They looked a little similar...similar enough anyways.
"Umm, sure. I'll need the fake again, think your brother is cool with that?"
Tolando faced the counter momentarily to take a sip of his tea.
"Oh, hey man, what band is on tonight?"
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Post by moroiiangel on Mar 28, 2007 11:00:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, he'll be cool."
At Tolando's next question, Russel shrugged his shoulders. The band had been changed a bunch of times, and the sign outside had been messed up by some vandals. He had no clue.
"Hey Ron, who the hell is playing tonight?"
Ronnie glowered across the shop and bit her tongue to not scream at this dipstick. "It's Ronnie, don't swear, and some girl and her drummer friend are playing tonight. I don't even know if they have a band name."
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