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Post by stephy on Feb 16, 2009 0:00:51 GMT -5
"This song is dedicated to all the couples I see out there, Have a happy one!" The mid afternoon sun hung low in the sky, sending gentle rays through the partially shaded windows of the Caffe'. The Atmosphere was lively tonight, it was Valentines day afterall, and this was one of the many popular lo-cal's in this town. All around couples seemed to be holding hands, rubbing noses, kissing their brains out.. But it didn't affect her, No, she wouldn't let it. The soft melody from the band on the small stage off to the more open side of the room played delicately as it laced its way around the area, Seemingly only intoxicating farther the pair's drunken emotions.
A deep shaking breath sounded from the darkest corner of the room, shadows clinging to the small form as she leaned against the soft oak table. A Cascading flow of freely falling tears streamed down her porcelain white cheeks as she ran her fingers through chestnut brown locks. It had been a year.. so why did it still hurt? She drew a hand away from her head, examining it in front of her face as it shook against her will. It felt as thought she was suffocating, uneven breathing with no oxygen..
Stephanie let her hands fall and hug her sides, closing her eyes and trying to calm her gasps for air. She should get out of here, Fly far, far away. Soar away from these feelings, leave them stranded earthbound.. maybe if she went far enough they wouldn't follow her? Wishful thinking..
'Maybe I should go get some air..' The thought of the cool night air flowing through her satin-like feathers, the soft tickling over her plummels, the carress of the breeze, one of her dearest friends, blowing over her wings.. it was like the promise of drugs for an addict. But she couldn't, it was still daylight. Not only would the sun hurt her delicate dark eyes, but people would get suspicious. And what if an Assassin saw her.. They would imediately recognise an owl flying in braud daylight. What might happen then? Did a flight really mean sacrificing her guild? No.. As far as she knew they didn't know of her yet, and she supposed that was for the best..
Again she felt the regret of the rivalry between the two. Why couldn't they just get along? No, she hadn't been with the thieves long, But there couldn't be a reason for so much hatred? So much blood lust? She'd heard tales, tales of the appearent tyrant Rohjyx.. The blood he'd spilt.. But no one was that bad. Everyone had good in them! That's what she believed at least. Taking another breath she raised her hands up to rest against the tabletop, rubbing her left hand with her right nervously in habbit, biting at her lip ring in the process. Maybe she could change things someday, between them..
"Hate.." A gentle choked whisper fell from her lips, carried away into the soft tune of the room. Reality swept back, bringing with it more violent tears to streak down her face.
If only the day would just end..
{This Rp is open to anyone who would like to Rp with meeeee. It's just a venting post atm but I really would like to turn it into an Actual Rp with a plot and crap x.x Stephy needs Boyfriend/friend? -Shrugs- Meh.. [Since my real boyfriend can't Rp to save his life, Lolssssss.] }
{If anyone's interested I was listening Roadside by Rise Against while writing thisss xP. Just thought I'd add that, Lol.}
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Feb 16, 2009 12:59:30 GMT -5
Ah, what a wonderful day. Damien smiled at the simple thought as he calmly entered the familiar cafe'. Really, it was a wonderful day-Valentine's Day. His sharp eyes picked out the people inside-every couple, every drink, every shadow was left turned by his gaze. His black hoodie blended him nicely into the room. It was mostly dark, but here and there a weak light shone above, that is, with a little help from the sun. Dust and debris drifted in the still air and could only be seen when the sun hit the just right.
Damien shifted his weight onto one foot, having particular trouble where to sit. For a moment, his eyes flickered to the back stage where the musicians sat. The music lightened the atmosphere, adding to the special day of the year. Well it isn't all that special, he thought. But I guess for some it is, his self conscious added. The melody was soft and blended into the background... along with all the kitchen noises, chatter, and all the people sucking faces with their neighbors.
He hopelessly sighed to himself as he maneuvered his way to a table. His tennis shoes hardly clicked against the ground, and for that he was thankful. He hated attention, especially if you draw a whole room's attention. The boy nearly shuddered, nearly. The corner he chose was awfully quiet and the dim light hardly reached it, but that was OK.
Apparently, this is where everyone sat who didn't have someone to be with. Here and there, spread around, he glimpsed at a few people. He mostly spotted young girls and boys in high school, but occasionally there sat an adult. Damien chose a small table by himself, right near the back wall. With his back against the light, he probably seemed like a dark menace to the others in front of him. Plopping down in the uncomfortable chair, he waited for a waiter.
Luckily it didn't take too long, as an older lady shuffled up to him. Her hand was stuffed into her apron as she pulled out a small notepad. What, am I expected to order some super large breakfast, lunch, and dinner right here and now? She daintily cleared her throat and asked, "Hello, welcome to the Cafe'. Do you know what you would like to order this morning?" He paused to think, well... I always get hot chocolate, so that's gone. His eyes squinted as he recalled anything he hadn't tried before, before replying.
"I guess I"ll have a mocha frappachino." Amber had said it was delicious, but he wasn't one for coffee. 'It isn't like coffee.' She had told him. I guess now was a good time to at least try it. Of course, like he originally thought, she nodded in response and put away the notepad without writing anything. Damien rolled his eyes at her. Only after a few seconds did she come back with a drink in her hand. She set it on the table and without a word, left again.
Wow, wonderful service. There must've been a lot of customers today if she ignored him. He shrugged and leaned forward to his cup. He peeked inside. The coffee was frigid cold, and most of it was brown with little brown specks. Chocolate? On the top in a little swirl was whip cream, from what he smelled. Damien took a quick little sip from the straw and pucked his lips together in thought. It isn't that bad, pretty good, I guess. He bobbed his head to himself and drank a little more until his throat felt numb. He breathed a sigh, trying to warm up his mouth again, and leaned back to look around.
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Post by stephy on Mar 5, 2009 8:16:32 GMT -5
Cheering filled the room for another moment, the band on stage had just finished another accompaniment and were smiling to the crowd that had gathered to sit around the small stage. Stephanie sighed softly, raising a hand to wipe away the tears that were streaking down her pale cheeks. Her gentle green eyes felt sore, they almost burned as she tried to blink away the pain. Taking a deeper breath, leaned back in her chair, raising the hood of her red and black striped hoodie as she brushed her long bangs from her face with slim fingers, nearly hidden by the cuff of her sleeve.
A new softer song struck the air, but it was quickly broken by footsteps heading her way. She looked over her shoulder as a small creak sounded a table apart from her own, A small shape ;She would guess maybe only a fraction taller then herself; sitting down in a chair facing away from her. She tilted her head to the side as she gazed at the boy, she could have sworn she had seen him before. Did he live nearby? No.. Had she seen him around town? Possibly. She hadn't been living here too long, she didn't know many people.. She bit her lipring in habbit. She'd seen him before, but where! Maybe if she could just see his face more clearly, The frame and wardrobe just wasn't enough. She swivelled in her chair a bit more, brushing away the remnants of the tears that still marked her face as she blinked at the back of the mysterious boy.
"Hello, and welcome to the Cafe." Eep! She nearly fell out of her chair as she rushed to turn around, flushing slightly and staring straight down at the table. Where had that Waitress come from?! 'I hope she didn't see me staring.' She bit her lip a bit harder, not daring to turn around again. "I guess I'll have a mocha frappachino." That voice.. 'I've never heard it before in my life.' It didn't seem to familiar, she bit back a feeling over dissapointment. Was she wrong the whole time? Curse her curiosity, She had to know for sure.
She took a shallow breath, holding it and barely managing to take another. If anyone had seen her staring they weren't speaking up about it. But what if someone had! Ahhhh.. Ok, focusing would probably be a good idea. She bit back a small sarcastic laugh at her own thoughts, Getting lost in her mind was something that happened maybe a bit too often. Over-thinking, it was a talent of hers. Clenching her hands together against her lap she waited with her head down, Her eyes darting to the side as she tried to listen. Footsteps were quickly bustling /away/ from the table, maybe it was safe. A couple standing not terribly far away started giggling, obviously lost in their own world. It /had/ been several minutes..
Letting out her small breath, she reached a hand to rest on the back of the wooden chair, Carefully turning in her seat to not draw too much attention to herself. Stopping half way she wondered if being so nosey was appropriate, or was she just looking too far into things again? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She cursed herself silently. Look, looooook. Small slurping noises were coming from the boys direction, he must have already gotten his drink. Had she looked away that long? Gathering up her courage, looked to the side, Green eyes wincing slightly.
She failed at holding back a small gasp. Just as she turned to look, he leaned back in his chair, Surely he'd noticed her looking at him! 'No! Darnit! SAY SOMETHING!' Uh.. Uhh.. She spluttered for a moment as she tried to say something, maybe she could make an excuse, Her hand shook slightly in it's place against the chair's back, her other hand clentched against her leg. "H-Hey! I-I was just looking for a friend. Have you.. seen-.." She blinked as he sentance faded into silence. Great excuse. GREAT. Man could she think up some good ones. SHE HAD NO FRIENDS. At least none she could talk about. Wow! Great! Pat on the back for that one. She gave a small nervous smile. Maybe he wouldn't think she was a crazy person, or maybe it's better if he did. At that point, she wished the roof would be blown off and she could just Get AWAY.
The messes She got herself into.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Mar 12, 2009 16:24:05 GMT -5
A nearly inaudible gasp brought Damien's attention away. Blinking, he turned his gaze away from the band. Their music was OK, not the best, but it was something to do while he was bored. For a moment, his vision was captured by his hair and he quick shook it away. Jeez, I need a haircut soon. Maybe I could just keep it. Amber did say some of her friends liked it like that. Damien smirked at the thought, since when did I become so popular? I didn't even go to school...
"H-Hey! I-I was just looking for friend. Have you.. seen-.." His cool gaze finally focused on the girl he was looking at earlier. Her skin was fine toned, but looked slightly washed out, pale. The girl's brown hair fell down her back in light curls with red-dipped bangs that hung over the left side of her face. She wore a black AFI shirt-nice band by the way- and lose fitting pants. Wow, this girl had good taste in fashion. The random thought made Damien confused for a moment, but pushed it away as if it were nothing.
When she noticed that he was looking at her curiously, she smiled. It wasn't the usual smile girls gave him though, it was more of a hesitant smile. I wonder why... He inaudibly sighed, though it wouldn't matter because the music filtered a lot of the noise out. Very calming. For a moment, he wondered if the girl was talking to him, but Damien didn't notice anyone with her before.
Her reaction led him to eventually believe she had talked to him anyway. With a bored grunt, he leaned back up to a proper sitting position, or at least a more comfortable one, and said, "Hm, well, that would depend what they look like, wouldn't it?" With a gentle smile he leaned against the back of his chair, seeming relaxed. Something had made her nervous, and Damien didn't really want to be blamed for anything right now.
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Post by stephy on Mar 15, 2009 2:44:57 GMT -5
He hadn't said anything yet, Why hadn't he said anything yet! 'Just breath.' The boy across from her was giving her a studying look. She couldn't blame him, at least he wasn't calling a local insane asylum. Maybe she had made way too big a deal out of this, her smile faltered slightly, her cheeks turning a soft pink in embarasment. She took a longer breath to calm herself down, before she realized what she had been wanting to look at him for in the first place.
That face, she had seen him before, she was positive of that now. He seemed so familiar, but from where? Had it been when she'd met Amber? She was pretty sure she had been hanging out with a few people before she met her.. Maybe that was it. 'That could be a reason why he's sticking out, I couldn't possibly forget a face from that day.' She reasoned thoughtfully, focusing again on the boy in front of her. "Hm, well, that would depend what they look like, wouldn't it?" She blinked, her smile fading almost completely, leaving behind more of a regretful shadow of one instead.
"I'm sorry.." Her voice fell a bit more hushed, audible only barely above the music still playing swiftly through the background. However lame it was she hated lieing. 'Should I just ask him where I've seen him?' Bringing up Amber's name might be a start, but what if he was someone from the other side? What if that's why she remembered him? Ugh.. This was too confusing. Risks. Pfft. Whoever invented them should be shot. In the face. She needed to lay off those chat rooms.. Gah! Where was she, oh yes. She tried to brighten up, falling back into darkness wasn't going to help her remember who this guy was. She did her best to light up a more friendly smile, whether she pulled it off or not she had no idea. She still had a nagging suspicion a straight jacket would be waiting for her outside.
"Um.. I'm not waiting for someone.." She started slowly, trying to gradually bring her voice back up again. No time to be shy, First impressions and all that. She tried to straighten up a bit from her slouched position in her chair. "I'm sorry.. I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before, but I can't figure out where." Maybe just coming out with it was the best course of action, yes. Maybe he'd remember her too now that she'd braught it up. Who knew? Her blush started to fade away, and breathing felt a bit easier.
Reaching up a still only slightly shaking hand, she closed her eyes for a moment as she lowered her striped hood back to it's usual place against her back, she didn't have much reason to hide anymore. She opened her eyes again, letting her hand fall back against her lap, and fumbled mindlessly with one of the decorative zippers on her pants. Her head tilted to the side questioningly as she looked at the stranger with curious eyes. She blinked a couple times, her long lashes fluttering inocently.
{ I'm just going with the story that Amber was the one who invited me to join the Thieves, No idea how that woulda gone down but I needed some kind of connection xP. We can discuss ;o }
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Mar 15, 2009 23:04:02 GMT -5
((Er, that would be hard to fit in. xD Maybe after Amber became 2nd in command, Amber somehow found out about Steph and helped her learn about shifters and then Steph wanted to help Amber or whatever?))
"I'm sorry..." The girl's voice vanished like the wind under the music. It wasn't necessarily glaringly loud, but it drifted around and covered the quiet sounds she was making. Damien truly didn't want to embarrass her more than she already was, but if he couldn't hear, would he just be able to bear it? He couldn't make something up in a response, that would just be weird.
For a few seconds the girl was pretty quiet and just sat there staring at nothing, her face forming a frown. It wasn't exactly a sad frown, just a somewhat confused frown. Maybe it could be seen just as a frustrated frown? What did she have in her mind that bothered her that much? Damien recalled anything he had previously said or done, and couldn't think of anything that might have bothered her.
She took a light puff of breath and her face lit up. Confused, Damien raised his eyebrow in question, but said nothing. Her smile lifted into a friendly greeting. Most people-except those rare dumb people-could tell it was fake, but he smiled back all the same. At least it was an attempt. It was little, but at least it was a start. Damien's hand reached for the table, realizing he had left his drink there. Perspiration was starting to form, and he quickly leaned over the table to take a quick sip-not wanting to be rude.
"Um.. I'm not waiting for someone.." Her voice was slow and it was louder than what she had said last. So she's opening up, that's good. Without a fuss, Damien simply formed an 'o' with understanding and simply nodded. It really didn't bother him, why should it? It wasn't his place to ask in the first place. Of course there was always that small 1% possibility if the question had slipped out of her mouth. Maybe she wasn't talking to him at all, but that was highly unlikely anyway.
Her slouched position pulled up into a nice sitting figure-not that it'd matter. Maybe it was simply a habit, he knew a lot of people like that. Honestly, he did that a lot also, but it was more of a I'm-not-feeling-well-slouch instead of Oops-I-didn't-realize-I-was-slouching thing. A light shade of pink lit her face, but just slightly. It was really hard to see. "I'm sorry... I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before, but I can't figure out where." Oh! So that was why she was talking to him. And here I thought I was so hot... Damien lightly puffed and chuckled at himself. Oh well.
Whether she was blushing or not, it wasn't there know. Her breathing looked smoother from what the teen could see and it was pretty obvious she was more comfortable. Maybe it wasn't something I had done... Her voice flew smoothly and it was clear enough to hear. With that he responded, "Oh, that's fine," he dismissed the thought with a few flicks of his hand, "You didn't do anything wrong. Just a harmless question is all." That was what it was right?
Her hand lifted up and pulled back the hood of her jacket. Soon enough, Damien could see her face clearly, even if it was under the light. And dang, was she pretty. He wouldn't really say it was a crush just a really good looking girl. I mean, if it were a crush, he would at least have the dignity of a guy to know the girl first. He really didn't know her at all. He watched as her hand began fiddling with the zipper on her pants. Who fumbles with their pant zipper? He didn't question it though.
The moment was a little weird though. Her eyes watched his as he watched her. For the moment, Damien was glad they didn't know each other right now, that would be overboard awkward. Even so, he tried to help her. Damien couldn't really think of anywhere they had met. He had met a lot of people, animals, and shifters, but he forgot most of them after about 2 minutes-typical. He sighed and his hand flew to his hair. His hand ruffled his hair a bit as he relentlessly pushed them back out of his face.
"Well, I really do wish I could help you, but frankly I don't really remember. It's nothing against you though," he added, not wanting to think it was her fault or anything, "I just forget everyone's faces and names after a few seconds that I meet them." His hand fell and looked around for anything to look at. Damien wasn't really sure why, but he felt like he had just admitted something, but he wasn't even sure what he was admitting.
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Post by stephy on May 24, 2009 5:01:04 GMT -5
"Oh, that's fine." He spoke calmly, and she had to say she was relieved. 'I should have just started with that.' The boy's eyes flickered down to her pale hand and she fumbled with the fake zipper, and she immediately stopped, a sheepish embarrased grin flickering over her lips for a couple seconds before dissapearing again. He really did seem to be thinking it over, that was a good sign at the very least. Disapointment flashed over her face as he raised up a hand to run through his hair, obviously he had to be stalling from a negative answer.
"Well, I really do wish I could help you, but frankly I don't really remember. It's nothing against you though," Possibilities ran through her mind before he had even finished his sentence, her eyes darting to the side in thought. "I just forget everyone's faces and names after a few seconds that I meet them." Maybe he just needed something to remind him, She had a horrible memory most of the time but sometimes certain words or reminders would bring things back..
Again, she considered the option she wasn't too keen on using. But this wasn't a bad guy, he played it cool and he was pretty confident from the way he carried himself but.. she didn't get a bad feeling from him. She'd have to find out what exactly was expected of her later, as a part of her group.. Really, she didn't really know all that much. Maybe looking into that later would be smart.. the kid looked away from her, a feeling of uncomfortable tension sparked between them.
Biting her lip, she squinted for moment before blurting out what she might regret. "Do you know Amber?" Her muscles tensed slightly, she felt flighty about this unknown stranger, even if her better judgement told her she really shouldn't be. Saying that out of no where probably wasn't too smart.. 'Now you've done it..' She was just /waiting/ for some kind of phsyco attack to descend from the ceiling on wires with like.. ninja masks and and scary animals of doom.. Maybe that was a bit of an exageration.. BUT IT COULD HAPPEN.
...What, it could!
{ WOO. That was only.. 2 months or so late.. o.o;;.. LET THE CREATIVE JUICES FLOWWWW~ ;DD }
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Post by .: T O K I :. on May 26, 2009 17:19:05 GMT -5
The girl slightly bobbed her head and a thoughtful look passed her face. Damien blinked and waited patiently. He took the chance to glance around the room just to see what was up. Nothing had really changed much. People left replaced by new people, though there wasn't any music now. The band's shift must be over... Damien's thoughts trailed off. But since there was no music, the volume seemed to kick up a notch. People listening were now talking above others, causing others to talk louder, which made more and more noise.
Damien suppressed a sigh, typical. He couldn't understand why some people couldn't just whisper. A light smile broke his features, suddenly thinking of him around Amber. Then again, he wasn't so quiet himself... well, at least not all the time. He shifted his body and turned his head back to the girl. She lightly bit her lip when she noticed him before asking, "Do you know Amber?"
Suddenly her body seemed to tense up and she flicked her eyes toward the door. Damien's head titled forward ever so slightly and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Amber? Of course he knew her, but what did she have to do with this. Was it possible that that maybe they were friend's from school? Amber did seem the type to make friends like that.
Her tensing made him confused though. Could she possibly be afraid of Amber? Did Amber do something that he didn't know about? Not that it wasn't his business, but he was sure Amber would tell him about it anyway. He scowled at himself, trying to figure out the mysterious behavior of this girl. He took a calming breath and started slowly, "Well... that would depend on who you're talking about... I do happen to know an Amber. Why do you ask?"
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