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Post by cassandrah on Jun 9, 2013 14:06:54 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] CASSANDRA HALLOWAY "I'm nothing more than a chalk outline" “Don’t yell, Marri,” Cassandra giggled as she ran down the steps to the first floor, pulling on her other boot. “I heard you the first time.”
Her aunt, Marianne, had been calling her for the last fifteen minutes from downstairs that she was late. Cas was well aware of this. It had been her turn to open the shop and she had not been there on time to do so. So how was she to repay her aunt for opening for her, was the question that now came. And a stream of many others. Marianne didn’t seem terribly upset by this; she was often up in the wee hours of the morning, tinkering with her potions and labelling vials and preparing for the day. These many questions, which came swift and deliberate, were then purposeful and methodically placed so that Cas would agree to do something. What that something was Cas was certain would soon be revealed.
“... and where is my coffee?”
Ah ... there it is, Cassie thought with a gentle smile. She feigned indignance, rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. Her violet eyes locked with her aunts and she could not help but let out a giggle.
“Yes, yes, I’m on my way.” Cas slung her grey cardigan around her shoulders and pulled on her Fedora. She swept her long, brown hair and flung it over her back. Fastening the buttons, Cassandra dashed across the street and into the oh-so-conveniently located coffee shop.
The usual morning hustle and bustle made the room sound much fuller than it probably was. She loved the smell inside here: a little bit of people, a little bit of dirt and grime, but mostly it smelt like freshly roasted coffee beans. There were few smells that brought the stupid smile to Cassie’s face as this one did. Another was the smell of her cauldron when it was drying after a wash; and another, the smell of books. They all made her grin broadly around her.
Still smiling, she locked eyes with a few people as she made her way to the back of the queue but only one person did not return it. This was odd: Cas’s smiles usually invoked a smile in others. This man, sitting by the bay windows, holding a mug, did not simply not return her smile, he actually scowled at her. Cassandra’s head snapped forward, her hair flying over her shoulder, and she stared straight ahead of her.
She could feel him staring at her.
Cassie stared straight ahead and moved as the queue did, purposefully not looking in the man’s direction. When she got to the counter, she smiled at the guy, placed her usual order, and stepped aside to wait while it got made. Cas chanced a glance to where the man had been but he was gone.
Hmm... she mused under her breath, thinking of all the ways that she had been so silly to think that he would have been looking at her. Cas jumped. As she turned around to receive her two coffees, there he was, standing behind her, looking at her. She stared back, mouth slightly open, uncertain what to do or say. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 10, 2013 14:25:35 GMT
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somebody help me tame this animal - - - - - - - - - - - - - - With a splitting headache and queasy stomach, the dark-haired man gladly received his coffee after waiting about ten minutes in line, and another few for his drink to be prepared. He, uncharacteristically, thanked the guy behind the counter, and turned, ready to leave. He didn't have anything against places like this. In fact, this shop was actually quite nice, with a comfortable atmosphere and down-to-earth style. It was great. Just.. Well, it was popular. And now was not the time for him to socialize.
Last night had been another party night for Rayne. A drinking party. So it wasn't too surprising that he woke up this morning in an unknown apartment with a cute geeky guy in bed next to him. Or that he also woke up feeling a bit hung over. Coffee, no matter how much he disliked it, was always the answer. A trip to his own place, a change of clothes, and here he was, rooted to the floor as he contemplated his social options.
Ah, fuck it, I'm going to sit down. He huffed to himself as he took a seat beside the bay windows, gazing through the glass to the street just outside. He took a sip of the simple black coffee, hands wrapped around the warm mug. It was hot. Very hot. Forcing the unexpectedly scalding hot liquid down his throat, Rayne put the mug back down to avoid spilling any of it on his dark skinny jeans. On that note, he took a minute to look himself over. He groaned inwardly as he fixed the straps on the fingerless glove that adorned his left hand. He looked pretty normal today. Little makeup. No leather clothing. A glance at his feet told him he was wearing his black pair of Converse. Which he only wore when he was seriously lazy.
Having been lost in thought, the door to the shop swinging open brought him back to reality, and he noticed a girl with long, brown hair enter. Her lips were upturned in a bright smile as she flashed it to several customers. And then their gaze met. She had violet eyes. Rayne, still feeling quite grumpy, did not reciprocate her cheer, instead settling for a bad tempered scowl in her direction. This was why he had wanted to get out of here. Too many happy people.
A look of surprise changed the fallen angel's features when the girl quickly averted her gaze. He grinned in amusement, thinking maybe this wasn't so bad. He could have a little fun this morning. He took another drink of his coffee as he watched her curiously. Those violet eyes.. Maybe a trick of his imagination? Usually Rayne wasn't this involved in learning more about others, but that odd aspect was plaguing his thoughts. Wasn't that a sign for.. Hmm.. Like witches or something? Interesting.. He had to know.
And that was how Rayne came to be, standing in front of the strange girl with a thoughtful expression. His grey eyes glittered with amusement when her mouth dropped in surprise when she noticed him there. He waited a moment to see if she would say anything. She didn't. Not unusual. He leaned in a bit closer to get a better look at this girl of interest. He hadn't been hallucinating. "Violet eyes," the man mused, tilting his head slightly to observe them at a different angle. "Do you wear contacts, sweetheart?"
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