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Post by JennaBoBenna on May 30, 2007 19:43:11 GMT -5
Coffee, Abbot smiled as he smelled that sweet scent. How I love thee. He sat at the table with his thick book, taking a sip. The warm liquid ran down his tongue and throat, warming his insides. "Should've gotten a donut," he mumbled, opening the book up. His long locks were pulled back in a black ribbon, falling to mid-back. His eyes darted quickly across the page behind his red glasses.
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Post by •Mouse• on May 30, 2007 19:51:01 GMT -5
A littl girl was thrown aside, her blonde pigtails landing haphazordly around her as she landed softly with a thud. Carmela had been standing infront of the counter ordering her begal and cream cheese when in came Maeve, thrusting her aside. There hadn't been any words passed between the two. But what did Maeve care?
" That was mean!" Grumbled Carmela, helping herself up off the floor. She smoothed down her white and gold dress with red gloved hands and gave a silent glare. Maeve chuckled as the little girl snatched her bagel and stormed off towards her own table. Mean? I can be mean.[/b] Her mind hissed with thoughts such as these and she smirked wickedly. She'd be far more unkind later on. Yes, yes she would.
For now, however, coffee was to be order and nothing more. " Coffee. Black." Was all the girl said, her voice cold and emotionless. The woman behind the counter hurried to fetch just that and gave Maeve the mug. Slamming money on the table, Maeve turned with such a force it caused her hair to flutter gently in the wind she had created.
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Post by bandit on May 30, 2007 20:03:04 GMT -5
Caynce sat by himself, or so it seemed, at the empty booth within Queen St. Cafe, staring down at his drink, a cup of apple cidar he had gotten only minutes ago, along with a small meal of a piece of chocolate cake. It looked delicious, actually. Fluffy chocolate, nice and moist, sweet and fattening, lined with the same flavored frosting, and yet Caynce just couldn't eat, or drink for that matter. As for him being alone, he knew very well he wasn't, for Racoon had also tagged along and had announced his presence several times, seeing as the two were actually friends. The pale boy sighed, and pushed his chocolate cake away, along with the fork. Racoon suddenly appeared, sitting across from the boy. He watched as his friend pushed away the plate and it's utensil away.
"You haven't even touched it, Caynce." the boy said, twitching his ears perched high upon his head. "I'm not hungry." sighed the gray eyed boy, considering to either throw away his drink or keep it a bit longer. The warmth it provided was nice, so he figured to keep it a bit more, wrapping his thin fingers around the circular figure. "You always say that. Take a bite, at least." Racoon said, pushing the plate back, only for Caynce to shake his head. "Look at you, Caynce. You're skinny as a stick, get something into your system you anorexic piece of crap." the boy said, though he didn't mean it in a rude way. He had decided that when Caynce seemed like he'd give in, in reality, he'd never give in. So some force of words was certainly needed with this situation.
As predicted, Caynce shook his head again, more slowly, fearing he might get a headache from soing such. Rolling his dark brown eyes, Racoon took the utensil and forked off a chunk of cake, shoving it into his friend's mouth. "Ahh!" the black&white boy (as I like to call him. xD)exclaimed suddenly, falling down into the booth and pulling the fork out of his mouth, revealing a saliva coated wad of chocolate cake, which still looked delicious, mind you. He frowned at it and set it on the table, the part containing the piece of cake setting on the plate. Caynce wiped his mouth and glared unhappily at his friend, who shrugged and ate the piece anyway, causing Caynce's stomach to churn.
"Racoon," he began, wincing, "that was gross..." the boy finished, shutting his eyes and looking away. Racoon shrugged, "You're spit makes it taste better." he sid, then proceeded to finish off the cake.
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Post by JennaBoBenna on May 30, 2007 20:13:33 GMT -5
Abbot looked up from his book, his glasses falling off his face insignificantly. A woman had caused a commotion with another young woman. The smaller girl had nabbed her bagel and stomped off to her table. At another table two boys were- er, sharing a piece of chocolate cake.
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Post by •Mouse• on May 30, 2007 20:20:04 GMT -5
Carmela sat rubbing her shoulder where it was soar, casting sideways glares at Maeve. The taller girl had sat some few tables to the left of the blonde and was chuckling heartily. Though she wasn't finished with the girl, this would have to do for now.
" Such mean people. Mean mean people!" Grumbled Carmela as she nibbled her bagel with great care and percision.
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Post by bandit on May 30, 2007 20:31:29 GMT -5
"Please, Racoon!" Caynce whimpered as the boy tried to force yet another piece of chocolate cake into his mouth. He blocked his mouth with his hands, but Racoon poked them with the tips of his fork, an impatient look growing upon his face. He knew that he normally wouldn't be doing this, and that Caynce would have been more reluctant, but today everyone seemed differant than how they usually were. Caynce hated proximity, being touched, and barely spoke, while Racoon was always invisible and very quiet. And what happened now? Racoon was trying to get a piece of cake into his friend's mouth. Once again, he gave Caynce's hand a sharp poke, the boy whimpered in pain. Racoon took the chance to shove the cake into the boy's mouth, and quickly removed the fork so that Caynce had no choice but to swallow it.
"Eat it, Caynce." Racoon hissed, like a mother scolding her child. Even so, Caynce shook his head and grabbed a napkin, spitting the wet, mushy remains of chocolate onto it and folding it up. "Stop force-feeding me..." Caynce murmured, eyeing the boy nervously, who merely shrugged and ate another chunk of cake, mimicking the smaller boy by eying him the same way. Tapping the fork lightly against his chin, Racoon thought of something else to make him eat, but could only come up with trying to shove food down his throat. The kid needed to eat, he was paper thin, the poor thing, not to mention pale as all hell and quiet as a mouse. Shaking his head, he took another piece and tried to get it into Caynce's mouth, holding the boy's arm so he would stay still.
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Post by JennaBoBenna on May 30, 2007 20:41:39 GMT -5
Abbot smirked as the two boys bickered over the smaller one eating. He suddenly felt like humming a country song, so he began humming some Toby Keith song, probably louder then he realized. He looked back over at the blonde girl. She was nibbling away at her bagel carefully. The other woman was sitting a few tables from her, looking as though she'd be paying her another visit. Abbot went back to his book, anxious to see if Louis was really going to bury Gage in the Mimac burial ground.
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Post by bandit on May 30, 2007 20:46:46 GMT -5
"Dammit, Caynce." Racoon growled, taking yet another piece and waving it in front of his face. The boy shook his head, reaching for another napkin to spit it out on, when his hand touched the surface of the table. "Huh?" he asked to himself, turning to see, only to find it wasn't there. All the napkinds had gone already? Blinking, Caynce bit his lip and shook his head again, snatching all the napkins and throwing them into a nearby garbage, carefully sliding out of the booth with Racoon glaring at him, raising an eyebrow and waiting to see what happened.
Caynce quickly walked over to Abbot, eyeing a pile of napkins. "Excuse me..." he began softly, playing with his hands, "can I, um, take some of those napkins...if you're not..using them..?" he asked nervously, gray pools darting back and forth, wanting to see Racoon but figuring he would have turned invisible to hide himself. The boy looked hopefully at Abbot, wishing for a positive answer.
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Post by JennaBoBenna on May 30, 2007 20:54:38 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Abbot looked up from the novel once more. "Oh, yes. Go ahead." He motioned to the pile of white papery napkins. "Good luck." He added softly with a small smile. The icy-eyed young man looked back to the page, now blocking out the noises of the cafe.
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Post by •Mouse• on May 31, 2007 14:41:31 GMT -5
Maeve grew impatient as she watched her prey, eyes darting about once in a while to make it less apparent that she would be torturing the youthful Carmela again. Stupid, little puke.[/b] Thoughts like that echoed in Maeve's making her sneer a little as she drank some of her coffee with ease.
Carmela now sat, her legs swinging back and forth, with what seemed like bliss. It was as if the rude encounter had never even happened as she watched all the people. Her nibbles were slowly gaining a bit in size until it was full bites. Going for another bite, Carmela's teeth met nothing but air. The girl sighed, shrugged and spotted what looked to be a peaceful person. In his hands he held a book and read with great ease. Oooh, What's he reading??[/b] pondered Carmela as she stood and skipped towards Abbot.
" Es-Cuse me, Mister. But, watcha reaaading?" Came her curious question. She had positioned herself at the opposite side of the table, head resting on her arms which rested, in turn, on the table. Her feet were at work swinging happily, once more. A tilt of her head made her look even more innocent and curious than before.
Maeve watched in disgust, the mug in her hands turning to ash. Lifting the handful of ash before her face, Maeve gentlely blew it away. The ash scattered and danced through the air, floating away from her. She smirked wickedly, which faded into that false serene face.
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Post by JennaBoBenna on May 31, 2007 20:23:17 GMT -5
Abbot didn't bother looking up. He had an idea who it was. "Pet Sematary by Stephen King," he answered, his eyes still darting across the page. "Great author." A delicate hand turned the page, then a frown was upon his face. "It's the last page," he pouted. He closed the book after a another moment, setting it on the table. "So, what brings you to this table?" He asked, having nothing to do other then talk.
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