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11:32am Jul 19 2012
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[[It's much more fun to put him somewhere he doesn't like though. Also apologies for any typos, on the laptop. x3]]
Dolor stared at the water in contempt. Disgusting, vile substance, to say the very least. Were it not for the fact that all life on earth was insustainable without it, he would much prefer to have it not exist at all. Even as things were, he had an immense hatred for it. And now it was all around him. He swore under his breath, glaring up at the sky with dsgust. He was certain the heavens only poured to spite him. Sure the puddles on the ground were only there so he could inadvertently step in them and get even more wet than he already was.
Right now the rain was just a drizzel, but it had been much heavier before, and he was soaked to the skin. Under normal circumsances, he would have gone home, but... Not on that day. He had left with the promise of never coming back, and much as he hated the water, he hated being proven wrong, going back on his word, even more.
So, as it had happened, Dolore had spent the nightmuch too close to the water for has liking, cold and shivering under a bridge. He was not, needless to say, in the best of humour.
In the very least, there was a cafe open now, somewhere warm and dry. He walked, head down, to the cafe across the street, and pushed the door open. It wasn't a very large establishments, and there appeared to be no tables remaining that weren't occupied byone ormore individuals. Sighing softly to himself, he decided it was better to put up with someone else's presence than go back out into the rain. Anything was better than going back out in the rain, even if it meant acting civil to someone for a short period of time.
Eyes darting around, he decided a blonde-haired, brown-eyed individual would be his best bet at not having to put up with someone utterly retarded, and crossed the room to the table he was seated at. Nodding his head to the chair opposite the young man, he spoke quietly and smoothly, as was his nature. ''Excuse me, but do you mind my asking if I might sit opposite you? There appear to be no empty tables.''
Dolor had spent hours every week perfecting his english, not wanting to have the same broken-english, heavily accented speech his father had. He wouldn't have minded his mothers soft, Cherokee voice, but his father was one person he had no desire whatsoever to be like.
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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11:32am Jul 19 2012 (last edited on 11:44am Jul 19 2012)
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[[Apologies, trigger happy Ty double posted. x3]]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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12:33pm Jul 19 2012 (last edited on 5:27pm Jul 21 2012)
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"Oh, hello." Damien said, looking up to see a young man, completely drenched from head to foot. Surprised, Damien quickly glanced out the window. Was it really raining that hard?
... No, in fact it wasn't. Strange, he thought. The way Damien saw it, this guy had either hiked here from a long ways away, where it was raining heavier, or he'd been milling about outside for a couple hours at least. Either way, it seemed strange behavior if all he had come here for was to sit in a coffee shop.
It took a few seconds for it to register that the guy had asked Damien a question. "Er, yeah. Of course," he said immediately, gesturing to the seat opposite him. "Go right ahead."
He had been grappling over whether he should stay a little longer or go, but now the stranger seemed to have decided for him. If Damien up and left now, he would seem rude. He saw no choice but to remain in the warm, cozy little cafe for just a few more minutes. It suited him fine.
It occurred to Damien, rather suddenly, that the guy might want a coffee. Meekly, he spoke up again. "I uh... I think I might got some change left, if, you know, you want something." As he spoke, he gestured vaguely towards the little glass display case at the front that housed all manner of muffins, scones, and other treats.
"Name's Damien, by the way."
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4:07pm Jul 21 2012
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((YoursTruly! You're SugarSnow's friend! I haven't told you about her coming back, have I? Uh, anyways, she's back. c: Ehehehe I know her in real life and convinced her to come back. Anyways, just finished polishing up Alana and will post for both of them now.))
"Ehehehe WHAT?!" Seth let out a moan of disappointment as he read the price of the German shepherd puppy in the pet store. "Oh god! $875 for a puppy? I thought it was illegal for pet shops to charge that much." Sighing, Seth stared at the panting, chubby puppy. Its fluffy puppy fur and huge, expressive brown eyes made Seth want to steal it, hide it in the black hiking backpack he always hauled around, and claim it was a rare breed of spotted squirrel with pointy ears he had found on the sidewalk, and not a dog he had stolen from the pet shop. "I can't even afford a fish here," Seth muttered dejectedly as he turned his back on the yipping, adorable little squish. "It's just as well." A throaty, musical voice rang out behind him. Seth whirled around to see a young woman with strange hair and an even stranger outfit lurking next to the reptiles. "Pet stores get their dogs from puppy mills. I doubt you know what they are; you look kind of clueless. They trap their dogs in small cages full of feces and force them to mate with each other, producing the 'innocent' little puppies you see in the window while passing a pet shop. I could go into more detail, but I doubt a preppy boy like you would be able to stomach that sort of thing. You'd be better off going to a professional breeder that cares for the dogs themselves. But if you're looking for a German shepherd, they could cost over $1,000 at a breeder's." "Preppy?" Seth whined, looking down at himself. Black and gray plaid flannel shirt with a skinny, navy blue tie, dark denim skinny jeans, a dark gray fedora hat remarkably similar to the hat Neal Caffrey wore on White Collar. "I'm not preppy." "You keep telling yourself that, you fruity little prep." The girl narrowed her unnerving, bright violet eyes and turned to the clerk. "I'll take that one, please." She slapped a bundle of bills on the counter, earning wide eyes from the clerk. Her sharp, exact movements, blonde and black hair, dark ripped clothing, and large sums of paper money would have won a stare from anyone. The store clerk cautiously removed a giant, vicious looking boa constrictor from a display case near the desk. The snake was phenomenal. It must have been at least as long as Seth, if not larger. The store clerk was about to put it in a very big cardboard container, but was stopped by the girl. "Thank you," The strange girl said mildly, "but I won't be needing a box. I'll just carry her." "O-okay," The clerk looked, wide-eyed as she draped the boa around her shoulders and allowed him to dangle around her neck. "Do you need any supplies?" "No thanks, I already bought everything I needed beforehand. It's all at my apartment." "Sign here," The clerk handed a few paper to the girl. Seth eyed her spiky, neat signature and read "Alana Donaldson." What a normal, pretty name for such a strange girl. Alana strode out of the pet store with her brand new pet boa constrictor wrapped around her shoulders.
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Chortling to herself, Alana imagined the look on everyone's faces at the pet store. She stroked the head of the boa, pleased with her purchase. It was by far the biggest snake in the various stores she had poked her head into, and could almost brush the ground with its tail as it hung lazily on her arm. It was certainly beautiful, with clean scales and beady, reddish eyes. The albino boa wasn't all white, but it didn't necessarily have to be all white. It had the classic boa constrictor pattern all throughout its entire body, but the coloration was that of an albino. A base of white, with pale, yellow golden pattern that went down half its body. The other half gradually changed into a different color, first a faint orange, and then a vibrant red-orange, but still the same spotted pattern as the yellow golden color.
It was this change of color that first intrigued Alana. She had only ever seen yellow golden albinos, never one that was half yellow golden, half red-orange patterned. The sign had said female, and Alana always was a fan of Harry Potter, so she decided to name her new snake Nagini.
"I'll walk you around the town, Nagini." Alana strolled past a coffee shop, earning well-deserved double-takes as she trotted calmly down the street, her ripped British flag shirt and black and white zebra striped skinny jeans drawing attention, not to mention the giant albino snake draped around her like a scarf.
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1:58pm Jul 23 2012
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((Bump.))
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4:52pm Jul 23 2012
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[[Oh, yay! Can't wait to see her again. 8D]]
Dolor nodded his head as thanks, sliding graciously into the seat. He was surprised at the young man's offer; it wasn't the norm where he came from. For some reason he doubted it was the norm here either. ''Thank you for the offer, but, although I may not look it, I am capable of paying my way.''
He gave a slightly amused smile, just to show no offense was taken. While he didn't go out of his way to befriend people, he didn't mind playing along if someone else began the conversation. Realising he had not yet given his name, he berated himself and decided to apologise and blame it on the rough night.
''My apologies, I go Dolor. There is one way you might be able to assist me, however...'' He pondered whether this boy would be of any use in informing him of a place to stay, as he had no desire to sleep under a bridge again. ''Would you happen to know of anywhere nearby where someone might spend the night? It needn't be anywhere particularly high-class or the like, just somewhere dry where you could get a good night's rest.''
His gaze flickered to the menu as he opened it deftly with his hand. Italian, French or Spanish, possibly, one of the Romantic languages, in the least. Those he understood, though he was rarely able to distinguish between them. Still, wouldn't be difficult ordering here.
Pleased he wouldn't make a fool out of himself if he tried to order, he returned his intent gaze to the young man's- Damien's- own eyes. He had only looked away for a moment or two, but it still might be perceived as impolite or rude. He hoped not. He also hoped this man would not try engaging in meaningless, mundane conversation that young people seemed so interested in these days. He didn't like it much.
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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8:49pm Jul 23 2012
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((Paar, Trulyderp and I are the only ones posting, I see. :IThat could prove to be problematic... Not that you guys aren't awesome, it's just that my charries are the only active ones that are like... living in other people's bodies and such. :u
Vin, Kake, Trance, are you guys gonna post soon? xD))
"Oh, of course." Damien stammered. "I didn't mean to make assumptions, I just thought that maybe..." he trailed off, grinning sheepishly at the other male. He noticed, with relief, that he too was smiling. Then again, maybe he was laughing at him. Damien didn't mind, so long as the guy wasn't angry with him. Lately, Damien had noticed how any and all attempts at being friendly on his part usually ended with him embarrassed and apologizing to the other party. He couldn't help but wonder if it would be easier to just keep his mouth shut and not bother at all.
Damien listened as the other guy introduced himself. He said his name was Dollar? Was that it? No, that couldn't be right. Damn it, I should have been paying more attention, Damien thought. I'll just have to hope that he says it again do I don't have to ask. I know it started with a 'D', but I didn't catch the rest...
Just then, the young man asked Damien where a good place to stay was. So Damien had been right, 'D' was from out of town, and now he needed somewhere to go. He was surprised that D hadn't arranged to stay somewhere before he left wherever it was he was from. Maybe it was a really impromptu vacation, though, and he just hadn't had time. But why would anybody in their right mind want to take a vacation here? There's nothing to see here, really. All it does is rain.
"Well uh..." Damien said, trying to quickly think of any hotels or inns within walking distance. "I could be wrong, but I'm fairly sure there's a little hotel a few blocks from here. It's... That way" -at this, he jabbed his thumb backwards to indicate that it was behind him. Then, looking as though he was thinking very hard about something, Damien added "Or maybe it was that way-" (he pointed in the opposite direction).
Boy, what a lot of help I've been to D today. First, I insult him and then I can't even answer a simple bloody question.
"You know what, I have no idea where one is. Guess I've never had to stay in one around here, so I've never noticed where they are. I swear, if it weren't for maps I'd probably get lost every time I left my appartment." he smiled meekly, wondering how much of a fool he looked right now. He was terrible with directions, so this sort of thing happened all the time.
There was a brief moment of silence, and Damien instinctively reached into his pocket to grab his phone and fiddle with it in an attempt to limit the awkwardness. Just as his fingers closed around it, however, they brushed against his car keys. Will D think I'm a creep if I offer to give him a lift? I guess I'll find out.
"Listen," he said. "My car is parked just outside. If you like, I could give drive you wherever you decide you wanna go..."
He just prayed D wouldn't think he was being kidnapped, or come on to, or whatever else.
"It would give me something to do," he continued. "Otherwise I was just gonna go home for a bit and take a nap or something." as he spoke, Damien glanced out the window at his old, beater of a car that his parents had gotten him last year for his birthday.
Damien averted his eyes. "But I... You don't have to. It's none of my business what you do, of course."
((Hnng. Sorry, I didn't know what to do with him Dx))
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2:55am Jul 24 2012
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[[ARE WE NOT AWESOME ENOUGH FOR YOU?! /lolol kidding, kidding. xD And don't worry, Dolor has that kind of an effect on people. C: Nooo one knows what to do with him. xD]]
Dolor decided this was one of the few people he might be able to bear having to communicate with for a short period of time. He wasn't so bad, and was willing to be of assistance to him. That made him better than the majority of the population in his eyes.
Dolor was surprised to find that this Damien fellow actually knew of a hotel nearby, but that surprise melted into disappointment when he realized the boy didn't actually have a clue. Oh well, in the least he had tried. Believe it or not a seemingly lack of intelligence wasn't what bothered Dolor; no, it was people that didn't know how to use their intelligence that did.
Dolor laughed after he deemed it an appropriate time, deciding that Damien was the kind of person who was eager to help, but rarely had the means by which to do that. Again, this made him the exact opposite of the majority of the population, who had the means but no desire to help anyone but themselves. It was a welcome difference.
Surprised, but most definitely happy, that he had been offered a lift, Dolor smiled again. This would mean he didn't get soaked to the skin right away again. He hadn't really expected an offer like this, but he supposed he would just have to do his best to repay the debt to this Damien in due time. Dolor did not appreciate unpaid debts.
''I would love that, thank you most sincerely for the offer.'' He decided that with all the young man had done for him, it was the least he could do to try and make him seem a little less ruffled. ''And don't worry about it at all, I'm sure the staff here would know of somewhere. I was a little foolish to ask someone who lived here.'' He chuckled to himself, making it seem like it really was a silly idea.
Dolor had no doubts in his mind that the other male might be planning something; while he was well-built, his actions thus far had proven he would not. Besides, Dolor himself had gotten in fights a few times as of late, so he liked to think he was getting good at them.
[[Blech. /fail]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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((I posted like, once. ;u; And you guys posted like, a lot more than me. |D)) ((I really hope we're in America right now, because that's what I assumed for Alana's post. c: If not, just disregard that and instead fill in wherever we are for America.))
"Aw. It's raining." Seth stared up at the gloomy sky. "I'm going to go jump in the puddles," He grinned crookedly and started to jog amiably. However, Seth's version of "jumping in the puddles" was a bit different than that of a normal person.
As soon has he started nearing a very large puddle, Seth began to sprint, running as fast as he could, stuffing his hat in his backpack so it wouldn't blow away. His hiking back slammed rhythmically against his back, his long legs eating up the ground. This was the main reason why he ran every day. That, and keeping fit for his track team.
When he started stepping in the edges of the puddle, he put on a final burst of speed, cleaving through the miniature pond and keeping relatively dry himself. Most of the water had sprayed outward from the force and speed of his fierce onslaught and hit all of the people who were trying to avoid the rain and puddles, not use them to get other people soaked and depressed.
Seth waved merrily to them, his crooked smile showing up cheekily. However, some of the crowded town were already used to his antics by now, and were just glad he didn't start running around the school naked with all his clothes hanging from the flagpole. Only Seth would climb up the flagpole in the school yard, undress willingly and actually hang his clothes over the flag, and start streaking through the school wearing nothing but a jock strap.
Or there was that one time when Seth convinced all of his friends - and he had a lot of friends - to convince their friends - his friends had a lot of friends - to go along with another crazy idea of his. On the last day of school, which was the same day as his streaking incident, he got more than half the kids in the cafeteria during lunch to do something very strange. Not streaking, (everyone was fully clothed) but it was even weirder, if that was even possible. Nearly everyone in the cafeteria got up at exactly 12:30 PM and started holding a flash mob. They were all wearing bright neon colors that made the eyes of passersby throb and hurt. Everyone just stood up, starting whooping and hollering in a wild imitation of Native Americans, and started doing a ridiculous dance move called the Bernie. "STOP, IT'S BERNIE TIME!" The flash mob had screamed out these words, surprisingly all at the same time so you could actually understand the words. Just flailing their arms around like drunk people. "NOW, DROP IT DOWN!" Everyone started doing a mirror of what they were doing before, flailing their arms and shoulders while bending forward instead of leaning back.
So running through puddles in the pouring rain was nothing compared to what Seth was capable of crafting.
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"I hate people," Alana muttered in her clear, musical accent. "Especially Americans," She sneered at the insane child sprinting through puddles and getting everyone wet. She narrowly avoided getting blasted herself. "Figures that people in Britain never did this. Only crazy Americans," She adjusted her shirt with the flag of her birthplace and home for 15 years, until just last year her parents decided to go and move to America, the "land of opportunity." Truth be told, they had just heard it was less crowded in America than the island that Alana loved since her childhood.
Wanting to get out of the rain, she hurried into a nearby cafe, where it was warm and cozy, with bright, happy lights. It smelled nice, like coffee and freshly baked bread.
She got more than a few stares from the giant snake wrapped around her shoulders. Alana glanced around, noticing a young man with black hair longer than her own choppily cut slanted black and blonde hair. He was sitting with a blonde man with brown eyes.
Ignoring the fact that there were no open tables, Alana was just glad to be out of the rain. She loved water and swimming sure, but she wasn't exactly one for extremely powerful rains. She was, however, completely fine with light, gentle drizzles.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The cashier glanced at her extremely intimidating boa constrictor wrapped around her shoulders. "Snakes are not allowed here and you're frightening customers." "There wasn't a sign," Alana said sweetly, her violet eyes cold and expressionless. "If there isn't a sign stating that snakes are not allowed, then how would I be supposed to know? So I think I'll stay, good sir." Nodding hastily, the nervous man ran a hand through his hair and asked her what she wanted. "Nothing for me, thank you. But do you have any mice?" "Mice?!" "Miiiiice, yes, for the snake." Alana blinked innocently at him, smiling pleasantly like this was completely ordinary, asking someone at a fancy cafe for mice. "No, I'm afraid we don't serve snake meals," "Pity. I'll just sit here inside to get out of the rain for a bit, if you don't mind." "There are no free tables." "That woman was just getting up to throw away her trash, so clearly she must be leaving." Alana indicated toward a petite blonde all the way back in the corner farthest from the door. "Of course," The man said, still extremely nervous about the snake dangling from her shoulders. The blonde woman had indeed been planning to leave, but didn't notice the conversation between them. She tapped something into her phone and left, as if in a hurry and late to something important.
Alana strode over and sat in the seat previously occupied by the woman and started stroking her snake's scaly head.
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5:41pm Jul 24 2012
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((...Res ate my post. :| Paar, 'Murica is fine. I've been a few times.))
Damien all but sighed in relief. D wasn't creeped out, or angry, or anything. He seemed downright happy, actually.
"Yeah," he said, grinning sincerely. "Just glad I can help." He paused a moment, glancing at his now empty cup. "I think I'll get another... erm, latte... thing, 'fore we head out. Was bloody good, even if it had a weird name."
Damien figured D wouldn't mind anyway, since it sounded like he was planning on ordering something for himself anyway. Damien dug around in his lint-filled pocket for some change and dumped what he found on the table, counting it up quickly. Good, he thought, Five dollars left. More than enough for a coffee here.
For a moment, Damien just allowed his thoughts to wander a bit. D seemed like the sort of guy who might prefer silence anyway. D seems okay. He thought. Strange sort, but nice. I do wonder where he's from, though, I mea-
Is that a snake?
Damien blinked, doubting his eyes. No, it had to just be a scarf, or something, because who in their right mind would bring a snake into a cafe? Staring quite obviously at the girl with his mouth agape, Damien determined that it was, in fact, a snake.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" he asked Dolor, quietly.
((Huur durr. Shorter than original post but oh well.))
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((America, home of the fat people. |D But I love it here anyways. I wasn't completely sure about the setting in the RP, so I just chose where I live. 8P)) ((Gah! Res ate my post too, queen. Evil Res. Lemme just edit it in. How did this happen? XD))
Alana caught the eye of the blonde kid with the puppy dog brown eyes. She grinned widely, her pleasant, beautiful smile lighting up her vibrant, royal amethyst eyes and making her appear innocent and friendly, while the snake she had with her as well as her dark, ripped clothing contradicted . Alana winked at him merrily, her originally lovely smile turning more wolfish by the minute. The albino snake flicked its tail and bl[injection]inked slowly at Damien. There was a hungry glint in its glowing crimson eyes.
Alana waved amiably at the blonde boy and turned her attention instead to the snake, stroking it lightly, her eyes clouded and thoughtful.
((Fail. I have writer's block. D; I dunno what to do with Seth.))
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Dolor smiled softly at his friend's inability to pronounce the name. It was hardly weird, probably meant nothing other than white coffee. He had met someone once that didn't know what a 'cafè au lait' was, which he supposed in a non-french speaking country it wasn't incredibly surprising. It was just unusual for him, though.
Dolor turned slightly in his seat to look at the woman, smiling happily to see people acting a bit more normal for once. ''Yes, of course I'm seeing that. Why wouldn't I be?'' Dolor liked snakes, and was in the right mind to up and stroke it. He had had a snake similar to that when he was small, just darker in colouration.
''An albino boa, I believe. Beautiful snakes, boas. I had one as a small child.'' He didn't see reason to mention that his father had in fact killed it one day when he came home drunk, something for which Dolor never forgave him. It was an unforgivable act, after all. Killing an animal without reason. But that subject was entirely irrelevant to this situation.
Pondering over why someone should be behaving like that in this city, though, he did realise it might be thought of as unusual. More's the power to her, not conforming with someone else's standards of normal. It did look like she was reveling in the attention, though, not something Dolor would have done. He would simply have ignored everyone around him, as per usual.
Turning back to Damien, he remembered that he seemed awkward any time there was a break in the conversation, so decided to try and smooth over that feeling. ''Have you ever owned a snake, Damien?'' For some reason he doubted he had done, but the purpose of asking, this time at least, wasn't to find an answer.
[[That sucks, Kirakins. Also, it's still longer than Ty's. x3 Andomg. That's like. Same response Ty gives people when they're telling her she can't bring Saph [bearded dragon] into shops with her. xD]]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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Damien stared, dumbfounded. He tried and failed to think of a single reason why anybody would ever want to bring a snake into a cafe. D didn't seem the least bit surprised, which sort of worried Damien.
"I... no, I've never owned a snake." he answered, when D asked. In fact, Damien never wanted to own a snake. It wasn't that he hated them, or that he was afraid of them, but he just couldn't imagine himself feeding live mice to one. Then again, if he didn't give snakey some mice to snack on, he'd starve. Either way Damien felt that he would, at some point, end up with animals that had died on his behalf. Lovely.
He wondered if the snake's owner was ever bothered by feeding times. Somehow, he doubted it.
Glancing at D, Damien asked "What was your snake's name?"
((Epic fail. So sorry. Wish others would post. >>))
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((Gah, sorry about the late reply. Now that I have a splint on instead of a cast it'll be easier for me to type. c: And don't think too much about Alana. She's grumpy. XD
I legit dunno what to do with Seth. <3))
This cafe is getting a tad bit boring for me. The only people who seem remotely interesting are the two dudes sitting together. The creepy one obviously thinks he's sophisticated. Sophisticated people are fruity. And the jock over there wouldn't know left from right. Daft and mindless, I bet. Are there no intelligent people anymore?
Sighing quietly to herself, Alana rose from her seat and moved to exit the cozy cafe. Se had to get Nagini settled into the habitat she had set up at her apartment, after all. And it wasn't like e cafe was really her kind of place. As much as she liked to freak people out, she really wanted to be alone right now for some reason.
As she glided toward the door, her foot caught on the leg of a chair, and she tripped, jostling herself again the table that she used to support herself and regain her balance. Alana's Skyrim-themed wallet ended up falling out of her back pocket from the impact of landing against the table. However, she didn't notice while she was cursing herself from being so clumsy. Gritting her teeth, sure that people were laughing at her and smirking, Alana brushed against the body of the person who sat in the chair she had bumped into. Naturally, it was the slow-witted blonde jock sitting next to the hippie. "Sorry about that, I'm a bit if a klutz, you see," That was a lie of course, Alana was naturally very graceful and rarely ever fumbled in public. She just wanted a bit of false dignity while she still had some.
The forgotten wallet with the shiny crackled Skyrim logo on it and a shimmery frost background lay forgotten and unnoticed underneath the table.
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[[Don't worry 'bout it. c: Sure, they'll post eventually. xD]]
For some remarkable reason, Damien's answer didn't surprise him. It would be amusing watching Damien trying to feed it. ''Vafer.'' He left it at just that, glancing up at the young woman, the one with the snake, that was now leaving the cafe. He thought he saw something fall out of her back pocket, but wasn't certain, so didn't say anything.
As she walked away, he glanced under the table and saw some kind of shimmery wallet. ''Damien, I believe our snake friend here has dropped something.'' He indicated toward the wallet with a slight note of his head, unsure of what he was supposed to do with it. In his home town, it would either be left there for them to find later, or picked up and returned. Unless of course you happened to dislike the person, in which case it was kept. But this city was strange, and he had no idea what might be expected for him to do with it here.
So, he left it up to his amazingly helpful little 'friend', although Dolor himself didn't believe in noting someone as a friend until you knew them for at least three days. Still, since Damien wasn't quite just an acquaintance, it couldn't harm much, calling him a friend.
[[/falalalalalalalafaaail./
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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((Omg. So I complain about others not posting and then I procrastinate like crazy myself. Pfft. Sorry, guys.))
"S'okay," Damien responded immediately when the girl attempted to apologize.
He watched her leave, all the while pondering over how strange his day had been so far. First, he meets this very strange guy who apparently travelled long distances to sit with strangers in crowded coffee shops. Then, some kid and her huge freaking anaconda or whatever stroll in, then practically fall on top of him and leave without buying anything. What was going on?
D said something about a forgotten item, and Damien craned his neck to see under the table. There lay a wallet with the word 'Skyrim' written on it in large font. Skyrim... Where had he heard that word before?
He thought for a moment, quickly coming to the conclusion that it was that game his friend was always going on about. Damien himself didn't play video games that often, since he always became extremely frustrated when he couldn't beat a level. As a result, all he knew about Skyrim was that the people in it liked to go around shouting "FUS RO DAH!" and talk about Dovahkiins or something ridiculous like that.
Reaching down to pick up the wallet, Damien looked at Dolor seriously, saying "It's a video game, you know. Skyrim, that is."
Damien wondered if it would be rude to look inside the wallet for ID, since he already knew who it belonged to. He opted not to, instead placing the shimmery little thing on the table. Perhaps that way D would look in it so Damien wouldn't have to.
"So I guess we should go give it back to her, right?" Damien said, not too keen on the idea of chasing after a girl carrying a boa constrictor.
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6:52pm Aug 1 2012
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((Trolololol Skyrim = awesomeness. :U It's all right, queen. |D Ty and I don't mind waiting, right? :3 Besides, at least you're posting. Now I'm going to have Seth invade the cafe now, because he has nothing to do. //shot))
Seth shook his hair like a wet dog and blasted into the small corner cafe, surprising everyone inside by being so loud and grand with his entrance. He shook his soggy hair out of his eyes, and placed his Caffrey hat back on his damp head. He had taken to calling his stylish black and white fedora his Caffrey hat because it was much like what the main character Neal Caffrey wore on his favorite TV show, White Collar. He wished he was wearing a fancy, expensive suit like Caffrey as well, but unfortunately, Seth couldn't afford a suit, only a buttoned flannel shirt, dark denim skinny jeans, a soft black tie, and black sneakers.
"Hullo," Seth said, blinking widely at the person behind the counter. What were these fancy cafe cashiers called? A barista? Not, that was coffee shop. But, hey, it was close enough. He smiled in a friendly way at the barista and glanced at the menu. "I think I'll just have a large cup of hot chocolate. With lots of whipped cream and caramel," Seth pursed his lips, considering. "And maybe a cherry. Oh, and cheesecake. Cheesecake is fun." He brightened considerably at the idea of cheesecake, and began to paddle his feet in excitement.
"Sure," The person serving Seth smiled in reply. It was nice to serve someone normal and happy, not like the creepy girl with the giant snake. He handed Seth a generous slice of cheesecake and a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate, with a huge heaping of foamy whipped cream, a thick drizzle of caramel, and a huge, bright red maraschino cherry on top.
"Thank you," Seth grabbed the food eagerly and shoved a fistful of crumpled bills over the counter. The clerk counted them and gave Seth some change, which he shoved merrily into the tip jar, earning another smile from the barista.
PAAR
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4:21am Aug 2 2012
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[[LOLSETH. ♥]]
''... Video game...?'' Dolor had never played a video game before. He had a vague idea as to what they were, something to do with remote controls and televisions and games consoles and what not, but it always puzzled him as to why people would waste time doing that instead of doing productive things that helped their actual lives.
Keen not to seem idiotic or a fool, he quickly continued. ''Yes, you're right. Come on, we'll go give it to her right now.'' And, without waiting another moment, Dolor stood up and headed for the door, motioning for Damien to follow. He had probably made a fool of himself with the stupid video games thing, and that was not something he enjoyed. So, he was doing his utmost to change the subject quickly. Even if it meant getting soaking wet. Again.
He stood and waited at the door, watching the people around the cafe. There was an over-excited blonde who appeared much too happy for it to be normal, and besides that nothing interesting. Was it simply blondes in general that were over-excited, happy people, or were things simply appearing like that? The blonde at the counter seemed more like a hyperactive puppy than an ordinary person.
''It shouldn't be too difficult to find her. From what I've gathered, not very many people seem to wander around this city with snakes draped around their necks, so if we ask around we should find her quickly.''
[[Omg I really don't fail this bad on purpose. Honest. ._.]]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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... Screw it. HYE. ♥
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12:55pm Aug 3 2012
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D seemed really eager to get out of here and return the wallet. Damien had no problem with that in itself, but there was something vaguely creepy about the snake girl that made him hesitate. Not wanting to disappoint D by making him go alone, however, Damien eventually got up and doggedly followed him to the door. On his way there, he noted yet another soaking wet person who apparently had nothing better to do than hang out in cafes. It was some chatty blond kid that seemed way too excited over his hot chocolate. Damien carefully stepped around him on his way out, glancing at D as he did so to make sure he had the wallet.
Hearing D's comment, Damien said "Yeh. Suppose you're right."
((I'm so sorry. That was horrible.))
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