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Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: January 27, 2013, 8:13 pm
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Older than most of its patrons, the Whistle Stop Coffee Shop has
been refurbished more than once. When it's empty, it looks
rather spacious, but anyone knows how crowded it can get,
especially on open mic nights. For several months now, the shop
has opened its doors to the local music community, operating as
a venue for indie bands and singers to share their music.
Performers who bring in the biggest audiences are favored with
nights where they have full run of the stage. (Despite the fact
that the stage is simply a cleared space of the coffee shop
floor with some cool lights around it.)
Because of these concerts and open mic nights, the shop stays
open much later than most coffee shops. Not that it matters when
you're surrounded by caffeine.
#Post#: 18--------------------------------------------------
Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: January 27, 2013, 8:53 pm
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OOC: Using Drew as NPC for plot purposes, though still want to
develop him properly. Cool? Cool. BIC:
Erin Spenser
After a couple of the open mic nights, they'd finally scored a
night all on their own. That meant whether the people in the
shop were there for Veritas or for coffee, either way... they'd
get Veritas. And that means they'd be heard, and they could
connect to people through their music. And, Erin believed and
often reminded herself when she felt getting anywhere in music
was hopeless, if their music could connect to just one person--
to make just one person feel less alone-- then it was all worth
it.
After all, music was the language of hope. Erin was sure of that
much.
Plus, besides all that philosophical stuff... it was just plain
exciting! To feel the beat of the drums vibrating in your bones,
to push the air out of your lungs to create the perfect melody,
to be surrounded and wrapped in the lights and the sounds.... If
music were a forest, she'd willingly get herself lost inside of
it.
The others were warming up, tuning their instruments, and all
that jazz. Erin had been overexcited and gotten there a bit too
early, and was now just bouncing on the balls of her feet,
switching her microphone from one hand to the other. Jeremy was
still setting up his drum kit-- the one that seemed to
constantly grow larger and larger each time they performed.
Trent, determined to tune his guitar by ear, was busy scowling
at the high E string that he kept incessantly tweaking. She
giggled. It would be impossible to hear it right in this noise.
She was tempted to go up there and tune it herself, or at least
tell him to get out his electric tuner, but if it was important
enough to him, Trent would cave eventually.
From behind her, Erin felt a tap on her shoulder. She whirled
around, an excited grin on her face. "Hey! You ready?"
"Yeah," nodded Drew. (He wore three hats, in Erin's mind:
bassist, organizing-person, and cousin. Though not in that
order.) "So, I wanted to run the set list by you before we
started. I changed up the last song..." He handed her the
looseleaf paper with scribbles and arrows pointing to the
changes he'd made.
Erin frowned. "But that's a cover. We don't end with covers. No
one ends in covers," she emphasized with a laugh. Surely he knew
that. Everyone knew that.
Drew shook his head. "I know, but I really think this will work.
It's an emotional song, an angry song, and you can carry that
farther than anyone else I can think of."
Her brows knitted as she cocked her head to the side a bit. "I
can't tell if you're teasing me or complimenting me."
He gave her a flash of a smile, briefly slapping her shoulder.
"You got this. Thanks for being so cool with the change."
Her mouth fell open to object-- she hadn't okayed any change!
But Drew had already buried himself with his bass, discussing
some guitar-player-thing with Trent in the last few minutes
before the show began.
Well. Guess she'd just have to go with it now.
With a signaling nod to Jeremy, he beat out a pretty simple
rhythm-- enough to sound cool, but not enough to drown out Erin.
"Hey, people of Whistle Stop!" Her voice sounded big in the
microphone and the smallish space, echoing back into her ears
quickly. She ignored it, and waved excitedly. "Whether you knew
it or not, you walked into a concert tonight, and trust me, you
picked a real good night to come. My name is Erin, and we are
Veritas!"
Just like their last song, their first song was a cover, a song
from a few years back, but its sound was still as powerful as
when Erin first heard it. Jeremy gave the countoff, and the
floodgates rushed open. The music flooded the little store, Erin
slipping easily into the story of the song, the speaker becoming
the same as her self. It was like acting-- you fell into the
character of the song, became the character, the mood, the
feeling so that others could feel the same. It had to be real.
It was real. She could feel it.
(OOC: IDK where to leave off so.... ta-daaa! BIC:)
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: February 7, 2013, 12:02 am
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OOC: Sorry it's taken awhile... And I'm totally stealing bits
from the book and messing with the POV a bit because Reese is an
NPC here...my baaaad... haha.. (^_^#) If you would, GG, make a
post with the band drama that's scheduled? With the bassist
leaving, etc? :) Then I will have Yukito go up and actually
start the interaction with her.
Also, if someone else wants to talk to Reese, he'll be opened up
in a bit! BIC
Yukito Maki
He pressed in through the door, avoiding contact with the heated
crowd as much as possible. Yukito was dripping wet from the rain
that had started on his run over. Hopefully the warmth from the
cramped coffee shop would help dry his clothes, although the way
they hung heavily against his cool skin seemed to work as a
shield against the bumping of shoulders and elbows as he made
his way towards the front of the shop. Erin's band was already
into their first song, and he smiled to see her singing her
heart out, arms still as expressive as her large brown eyes and
her voice with the hint of an edge to it.
He waited by the wall for a few minutes until Reese spotted him
and waded his way over to Yukito, offering a shy smile. "Hey,"
Reese mumbled, his word barely distinguishable among the noise
but his expression filling in between the lines of what the two
would likely never say aloud to each other.
"Hey," he mumbled in reply.
"I've got a table over there," he gestured, the movement short
for fear of hitting a couple making their way past. Reese led
the way to a table with a burgundy floor rug beneath. Yukito
noted that it was an unwashed table off to the side, the
stickiness of previous drinks not so easily ignored but for the
overwhelming activity that swirled around them. There was a
blond girl sitting alone just behind Yukito, but the other
tables were mostly vacated, safe for a forgotten jacket or drink
scattered here or there. It was difficult to speak amidst the
booming of the speakers, but Reese leaned forward across the
table toward his friend.
"They sound great tonight, huh?"
Yukito nodded, his expression brightening as he turned his
attention back to the music. "They shouldn't have to play on
such a poor excuse for a stage, though. They're no longer
amateurs."
"Yeah, but what can you do? Just make do with what you've got."
Reese entangled his fingers together, placing them behind his
head and leaning back into his chair. They listened to the bands
for a few more songs, and Reese watched Yukito while Yukito
watched the band, completely engrossed. Reese knew Yukito could
play - he had heard it from Erin that he played guitar and
drums, actually - but he had never seen his friend even touch an
instrument. But it made all the sense in the world when he
watched Yukito's face whenever music of any sort was brought up
as a topic of conversation. And he rarely missed one of Veritas'
performances. Just like the look of exhilaration Yukito had had
on his face after his first attempt to fly on his own, there was
nothing like his expression as he watched the band play live.
Yukito seemed not to notice the rain-drenched bangs falling into
his eyes, and the rain brought Reese's thoughts back to the
other day on the school grounds. He leaned across the table
again, attempting to sound casual as he stated, "Lilith's
surgery is scheduled for tomorrow."
“Tomorrow?” Yukito echoed, his face interested as he turned at
last away from the stage. “Do you think they'll be able to fix
her up?”
“I dunno. I spoke with her earlier, and she said Dr. Marcus
seemed a bit concerned. It's difficult enough to place the
Enhancements from the get-go, but to go back in and fix up
someone else's screwball work.... I'll bet it's not easy.”
“I'm sure Hal will be able to handle it easily,” Yukito
shrugged, “He's had to go in for a few last minute emergency
procedures before, after all.”
“Yeah...” Reese appeared unsure, “But I don't like the look of
that Dr. Marcus bloke.”
“Why? Because he works with Hal?"
Reese's lips curved. “I didn't mean...” But he didn't intend on
finishing the sentence, and he looked up at Yukito, who
shrugged.
“To be honest, I don't know if even I trust Hal, especially not
these days. But I do hope the surgery goes well. I think Lilith
isn't so bad as she likes to paint herself.”
“Although you've been wrong before,” Reese crossed his arms on
the table, braving the grimy surface to lean his chin into one
hand. “You thought for a year that Daniel might be some kind of
robot made by your dad to follow you.”
“I never said that.” Yukito frowned, while Reese laughed aloud.
"Every time he sat down to eat with us you looked like you'd
been caught stealing something. And the only thing Daniel's ever
hurt is himself, the klutz.”
“He's not the most graceful.”
“And he's too nice. He's too trusting of everyone,” Reese
commented, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket.
Yukito leaned a bit farther away from the table but said
nothing. Once the cigarette was lit, Reese seemed considerably
calmer, the smoke fogging up the noises and emotions of a
roomful of people looking to escape their own problems.
Yukito slumped into his chair, looking up toward Erin, still
singing her heart out on-stage. “I'm starting to think my
instincts aren't the greatest. I assume and pursue all the wrong
things.”
“You're starting to sound like an old man again,” Reese
commented flippantly, glancing over his shoulder to follow
Yukito's gaze by natural reaction. “And your instincts aren't so
bad. After all, we're friends, right?”
But Yukito was already engrossed again in the music. It was an
original, and he was trying to mentally transpose the chords,
and he made no reply to Reese until the song ended. "I got a
visit from Natalie today."
They both shared a knowing look, and Yukito suspected that Reese
had already heard or felt about it earlier. He had just waited
for Yukito to say it first.
How did that go?”
“Dangerously,” Yukito scoffed, “But I've made my decision.”
“Hmm...” Reese nodded approvingly, leaning back, “And about
time, too. Do yourself a favor, Yukito, and find yourself an
ugly, boring girl. One that isn't taken, isn't talented, and has
all the patience of a saint to pull you out of your emo little
heart-shaped box.”
“Not going to happen, Reese,” he said, so quietly that his words
could have been easily missed in the cacophony of the club.
“You mean a girl, or a girl that stupid?”
Yukito didn't want to answer Reese. Lately, he had been feeling
as if there weren't many options left to him anymore. The world
felt too small, too confined to a tiny town known only for the
obsessiveness and elitist nature of its occupants when it came
to Enhancements. There was nothing here he wanted, at
least...not anymore. The only people he cared about were just as
displeased with the state of things as he was, desiring change,
wanting something unspeakable. Nothing that would tie him down
to these plastic roots he had planted. In his quiet moments
alone, a plan had been forming. He had been preparing himself to
break away, to tear himself apart from this world altogether.
When he was alone and unoccupied, a hunger in his belly pulled
itself to the forefront of his consciousness, making itself
known to him. Insatiable, undeterred, a constant companion that
was beyond describing. What was it that was missing in his life
so much that it physically pained him to long for it, even
though he could not even remember what it was?
"I don't know," he mumbled. Reese couldn't even hear what he had
said, but from his tone he figured nonchalance was the only
thing he would be getting out of Yukito that night.
"I'm going explorin'," Reese stated matter-of-factly at long
last, standing up and moving toward the bar. Yukito made no
reply, eyes still locked on the stage. But he felt something
clench in his chest when Reese wandered out of sight.
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: February 8, 2013, 10:36 pm
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Erin Spenser
When everything is going right, you're tricked into thinking
nothing can go wrong. That's when everything likes to implode,
and you're crushed under the weight of it all.
Afterwards, Erin would berate herself from ignoring this fact,
this time for the umpteenth time. And this time, with harsher
consequences.
But at the moment, she was blissfully oblivious, practically
ripping her heart out to share it with her minuscule audience.
And for a moment, she let it die down between a couple songs,
the band slowing the pace, bringing the mood down a couple of
notches so that they could talk a bit to the crowd before the
final number. It was the usual routine, and something they'd
found important-- connecting to the listeners in song and in
other, more... talk-y ways.
But that didn't matter here.... not this time.
It was normal for everyone to give a little input, to let the
crowd get to hear from each of them in a non-musical moment.
Just to... make connections. But it wasn't normal at all to
abuse that, to ruin it by being a total jerk. And after such a
good show, too....
"This show," Drew had started, making Erin think he was on the
same brain wave as her... This show was the best this little
coffee shop has ever seen! But no. He continued down a different
path. "This show has been so, so great, you guys. Thanks for
making my last show with Veritas one to remember."
Were it not for the sake of their audience, their jaws and
instruments would have hit the floor. As it was, Erin could
barely hold onto the microphone in her shaking hand. Her stomach
suddenly felt like a lead ball.
They weren't nearly big enough for people to care much why Drew
was leaving. They were waiting for that one last song that
they'd mentioned just before this went down...
It dawned on her, then. He'd changed up the set list because he
had been planning this. And he knew she'd be angry with him....
Jeremy and Trent would be angry, too, of course. If someone
would have looked closely at them, that someone would have seen
the white knuckles on Trent's hand as he wrapped it around the
guitar neck. He might have noticed Jeremy's reddening ears and
clinched jaw. They had all been betrayed. And in front of the
very ones who allowed them to do what they loved.
Who would be so.... selfish?
Drew had intentionally set this up to leave them without
options... to save himself a few minutes before the flames shot
out of her eyes and he risked utter annihilation at the hands of
Jeremy or Trent.... possibly both, if Jeremy felt betrayed
enough. He was usually the peacemaker, but everyone had their
limits.... except, apparently, Drew, who had no limit to his
evilness and basically was forcing them to pretend like his
announcement was expected and totally okay. And it wasn't. But,
like the stupid phrase says, the show must go on.... And so it
did. With a particularly dark passion.
You could feel the vibrations in your ribs, even outside the
shop, on the sidewalk. You could hear the edge-- the drums were
just a bit louder, the guitar just a bit wilder, the vocals just
a bit edgier. You could see it, too, the sudden shift in energy.
True, they hadn't said they'd felt betrayed.... but in unison,
their final song practically blared it out. And Erin didn't know
whether she should-- or even could-- cry or scream, so
instead... she sang. And gave it all the emotion she had.
And when it was over, and they bowed out, she fell apart.
"How could you DO that?!" She glared at him, seething, hands
outstretched to shove him away. "How could you do something so
horrible in front of our own audience?!" Erin's voice was tight,
making her words sound much more mouse-like than she'd want. She
balled her fists, dropping them just as tightly to her side.
"When did you become such a coward?! If you hated playing with
us so much, just say so-- to US! Not in front of them, during
all this!"
"Erin, it's not that I hated it-- you don't know how hard a
decision this was for me. I thought--"
This time, she did shove him away from her. "No! No, you didn't!
Because if you'd thought, it woulda occurred to you that this
was a really, really, REALLY stupid idea!"
"I didn't have another way to do this! Listen, you don't--" He
reached out to her, trying for her hands. She knocked his hands
away.
"Don't tell me I don't understand. I understand just fine--
you're a coward. Only a coward would do something like this!
It's not just me you hurt, you stupid idiot! It's all of us. You
did that to ALL of us. Didn't you know that?!"
If she'd been able to keep her eyes on his face, and if she'd
been able to think through his expressions, Erin would have seen
the regret there. She would have seen the genuine apologetic,
forlorn face Drew wore as he told her, "I'm sorry, Erin. I'm so
sorry. I can't get you to understand, but... please don't hate
me."
Her eyes narrowed. What disgusting words. "Go take a long walk
off a short pier, traitor."
In her own hurt, she missed the hurt on his face. He turned,
took the case that carried his bass, and left. The coward
wouldn't even help them tear down the stage. He couldn't handle
hearing it from Trent, or seeing the looks from Jeremy.
He was gone.
Erin felt the urge to cry, the urge to let her lip tremble and
to let the water in her eyes spill over. Instead, she threw
herself into the cleaning and packing with the instruments, even
though there really wasn't much to do on a stage so small. It
didn't matter. She wasn't going to cry over a traitor. She
wasn't.
Except for when she did.
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: February 9, 2013, 10:37 am
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Yukito Maki
The set had been going beautifully, when a monkey wrench was
suddenly thrown into the mix. Drew, the band's bassist, came up
to the front for a little chat time with the audience, when he
dropped a small nuclear bomb.
"This show has been so, so great, you guys. Thanks for making my
last show with Veritas one to remember."
Last show? Yukito's eyebrow arched, and his gaze fell to the
other band members, who all looked paralyzed for the moment.
Particularly Erin, who gripped her microphone as if it was the
only thing holding her together, seemed frozen in place. He
didn't tell them he was leaving. This is the first they're
hearing of it. Yukito glanced around the audience, but most of
them didn't realize the significance - to them it was the
changing of hands, the changing of names that they still didn't
know yet, so it was little difference to them. The band got
through their last song of the night, and it was still ringing
heavily in Yukito's ears as he made his way over to the stage.
He got within sight of Erin, and halted. Yukito couldn't hear
her words, but he could see the betrayal on her face, watched as
her entire body language revealed how hurt she was. First she
shoved at him, her lips moving quickly as she shouted at him,
then pushing his hands away when he tried to calm her down.
Finally, Drew picked up his bass and left, leaving Erin and the
others to finish packing up their gear.
Now that the opening was here, Yukito hesitated to go over to
them. He didn't think he was so close to Erin that he could feel
free to barge in on such an upsetting moment. Besides, no one
ever asked Yukito for advice on how to feel better or deal with
such situations - and it was a very good thing they didn't. So
he stood awkwardly off to the side, half-hiding, half-mustering
up his courage. I want to make sure they're okay. Because we're
friends. And I don't want this to ruin the band.
Finally, he stepped forward, his hands in his pockets as he
murmured a quiet, "Hey. Great show tonight, you guys." A long
pause, and then he bent down to begin wrapping up a cord that
Trent had just unplugged. "Mind if I help pack up?"
I don't know what else to say. I don't have some powerful,
philosophical thing to say that will make it all better.
I really do suck at this friendship crap, when it comes down to
it.
Maybe it was partially because he spent too much time at home,
reading in his room all by himself. Maybe it was because he was
the 'damaged brain' kid who ended up living with Dr. Ramsey.
Maybe it was because he was just never given any social
instructions. Reese always took care of things for him when he
was there, whether he realized it or not. Reese was really good
at smoothing things over, at making small talk. Yukito had all
the socializing talent of a skunk at a lawn party. So he just
silently helped pack up their things, his hair falling into his
eyes as he followed the band out to the car waiting just
outside. When Trent and Jeremy headed back inside, Yukito
stopped in front of Erin, turning to look at her deliberately.
"Erin," he said simply, watching her eyes. "You know, if...you
need...I don't know. Something. You know you can ask me...right?
I mean..." He shoved his hands into his pockets and took them
back out again a moment later, shifting his weight from his toes
to the balls of his feet. "You don't need him, anyways. You
know? And that was an asshat kind of a move, and all..." He
stared down at the ground. He knew he was mostly just muttering
incoherently to himself, but at least he had given it a try,
right?
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: February 9, 2013, 9:36 pm
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Erin Spenser
Everything in her wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.
Performing was always a high, and now it was like someone had
led her to the summit of a magnificent mountain, then shoved her
off the edge. She was crushed.
But Erin could not let herself cry. She wouldn't. Not when so
many people were around, and not in front of her bandmates. So
instead, she fueled her own anger, thinking of all the different
names she wanted to call Drew, all the ways she could pay him
back and take her revenge. She took it out on the equipment a
little bit, too... probably too much, since Jeremy tarted subtly
taking things from her hands to finish them up.
"I called it,"[b] Trent commented drily, earning a glare from
both Jeremy and Erin. He gestured defensively. [b]"Well-- I did.
He's not sold out-- never was. Too worried about his own crap.
We're better without him, and you know it."
Erin's eyes narrowed. It was one thing for her to be mad at Drew
and say horrible things about him, but non-family-members
couldn't do it. Not yet. Jeremy picked up on Erin's mood. "Not
right now, Trent... let's talk about it later." He took the hi
hat cymbal apart and put it away.
Trent scoffed, but dropped it for the moment.
"Mind if I help pack up?" Erin's attention immediately shifted
to the voice's owner-- Yukito. He'd actually come to their show!
For a moment, her heart fluttered happily-- then sank like a
rock. He'd seen what happened. He knew music. He'd know what
they'd just experienced. He'd had to witness it. Just rip my
heart out, okay, universe?
Before she could reply, Jeremy nodded in her stead. "Sure,
thanks." He handed one of the cumbersome wires to Yukito.
Erin just stood there, worried that if she said anything, she'd
start crying in front of him. She didn't want to cry in front of
him. He already seemed like he'd been broken before, like he had
enough weighing him down... she didn't want to be the one to add
another layer to that. She didn't want to be weak, either... not
the regular weepy little girl who needed some guy to console
her. But I am a weepy little girl who wants to be consoled....!
The thought alone made another wave of anger course through her,
putting the tears at bay a bit longer.
"Erin," Yukito called her, making her unable to look anywhere
else. He was still here, even though they were pretty much done.
Did he notice the water in her eyes? Because she did.... he was
blurry. "You know, if...you need...I don't know. Something. You
know you can ask me...right? I mean..." He kept shifting and
fidgeting, which made Erin almost smile. That's what she usually
did. Sometimes Yukito wouldn't move for an entire conversation,
except for maybe his eyes. This was kind of new.
The words registered with her-- he was asking her to talk to
him. Because she needed to talk. He wanted to hear from her. It
was more than she'd expected, and despite herself, the
floodgates opened. Hot tears spilt onto her cheeks that she
fervently wiped away with the edge of her sleeve, as fast gone
as they had come. "Why would a person do something like that?!
It's just wrong..!" she blurted, even as she tried to avoid
showing her face as long as tears were coming.
"You don't need him, anyways. You know? And that was an asshat
kind of a move, and all..."
"Kind of," she echoed with a scoff. "Try 200% completely." For a
moment, Erin was unable to get anything out, then finally, she
choked out, "I don't understand! I hate this! What are we
supposed to do now?! How could you-- how could you abandon the
best thing we ever--created?" Erin looked up at him, willing
herself to be stronger now, to hold her eyes on Yukito and wait
for his words. She needed to hear something. At least, she
really, really wanted to....
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: February 9, 2013, 11:26 pm
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Yukito Maki
I'm not even sure why I try, sometimes. Where is Reese when you
need him? Yukito fidgeted uncomfortably while waiting for Erin's
reply. If only he knew for sure whether or not she wanted to
talk about it, or to be left alone, or to just forget about
it...maybe it would be a good idea to implement the idea of mood
ring requirements into society, or at least a neon sign to be
carried around in case of such situations. For a moment they
just stood there, then Yukito looked back up into her face and
saw that tears were spilling down her cheeks at an alarming
rate. Yukito, despite himself, was thrown completely off-guard.
Erin swiped at them furiously with her sleeve.
"Why would a person do something like that?! It's just wrong..!"
she blurted, her face turned away from him. From what Yukito had
observed, this would have been the time to offer her a hug, or
at the very least a comforting word. But Yukito's brain decided
to shut down entirely. He decided to opt for a comforting word.
"You don't need him, anyways. You know? And that was an asshat
kind of a move, and all..."
"Kind of," she echoed with a scoff. "Try 200% completely."
Agreement. That was a good sign. He wasn't too far off, right?
At least she knew he agreed with her.
But silence dragged on for a minute or so, then Erin choked out,
"I don't understand! I hate this! What are we supposed to do
now?! How could you-- how could you abandon the best thing we
ever--created?" She looked up at him, and Yukito felt his heart
drop into the pit of his stomach with a pitiful flump sound. In
his mind he fished around blindly for something more useful to
say, something that would make her smile, or laugh, even.
Something to make her seem more like the cheerful, impenetrable,
unstoppable Erin. But he knew that this had hit her hard, and
right where she put so much of herself. The band was everything
for her.
"I have no idea," he said, each word emphasized and deliberate,
his eyes meeting hers as he frowned. "But I can honestly say
that he's walked out on something amazing. You really have
something going on here, and I believe in you. So make him
regret what he did today."
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: February 10, 2013, 9:49 pm
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Erin Spenser
For a moment, neither said anything. That was normal for Yukito,
but Erin wanted so, so very badly to hear something. Even
better, to feel something. She wanted someone to scoop her up
and hug her, and hold her, and let her cry without judging. In
her mind's eye, Erin imagined Yukito coming to her side and
enfolding her into his arms, which only made the tears come back
in real life. That would never happen. She wasn't stupid enough
to hope for that.
Finally, she blurted out, "I don't understand! I hate this! What
are we supposed to do now?! How could you-- how could you
abandon the best thing we ever--created?" She let herself look
up to him, instantly regretting showing him how vulnerable she
felt. He didn't need to see that... but she couldn't keep it all
in, either! It was all just too sad right now....
"I have no idea," Yukito said slowly, emphatically. "But I can
honestly say that he's walked out on something amazing. You
really have something going on here, and I believe in you. So
make him regret what he did today."
She nodded fervently, brows knit in her harsh thoughts. "I will.
I so will." In spite of herself, Erin felt her lip tremble.
Quickly, she covered her mouth with her hand, but not before
letting escape an involuntary gasp. I just really, really,
really want a hug, okay? Can't you give me that? Please? "I hate
him!"
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: February 17, 2013, 1:56 am
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Yukito Maki
"I will. I so will." Despite it probably being the wrong time,
Yukito couldn't help but smile a bit at the determined nod of
her head and the stubborn, petulant knot between her brows. But
through her childlike fervor, her lip trembled. Her hand flew to
her cover her mouth, and a small sound escaped her.
"I hate him!"
Yukito's eyes flickered away from Erin's face. He stared off
down the parking lot. It was full of cars and litter, the
streetlamp above them giving off an annoying hum. Not a soul in
sight. "No," he whispered, so quietly he barely felt the breath
escape him. He still didn't look at her, though his hand reached
out to her, hesitating for a moment, then pinching the fabric of
the hem of her shirt between his fingers tightly. "Trust me,
Erin. You don't want to hold onto hate, whatever he's done. It
isn't like you." The air was cool and damp from the rainstorm
earlier that evening, and Yukito's clothes still hung heavily to
his thin frame. He looked like a stray dog that had washed up
onto the porch, and Erin's brightly colored outfit and sparkling
accessories contrasted amusingly with his dark form. It was as
if he had crawled from a shadow to beg this of her, and he
couldn't help but give her a little smile. "There are many
things I would hate. Scream at him all you like. But don't hate,
Erin. Hate twists you."
It was probably one of the more lengthier speeches he had ever
given her, and he became embarrassed after he was finished,
releasing the edge of her shirt and drawing back a little. One
hand raised to brush his long, wet bangs out of his eyes as he
send her a shrug and a little smile. "I'm no good at this
friendship, comfort thing, but...do you want a hug, or...I don't
know...something to punch?"
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: February 17, 2013, 4:49 pm
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OOC: Yeah, I can't remember how the first interaction went so I
am basically just rewriting it.... >_> Let me know if there is
something in particular I am forgetting that you really wanted
to use! Okay? (: BIC:
Erin Spenser
"I hate him!"
"No," Yukito corrected, though very, very quietly. As though he
wasn't really talking to her. His sudden seriousness struck her,
and Erin looked up at him curiously. He'd caught just the tail
end of her sleeve between his fingers, as though she were about
to slip away, but he was keeping her down. "Trust me, Erin. You
don't want to hold onto hate, whatever he's done. It isn't like
you. There are many things I would hate. Scream at him all you
like. But don't hate, Erin. Hate twists you."
Okay, so he obviously takes the word 'hate' really seriously. "I
didn't mean that..." she replied quietly, simultaneously mulling
over his words. It's like when he did say things, they were big
things... they meant something. It was like Yukito lived with
this idea that he was only allotted so many words a day, so he
couldn't waste them... So the things he did say, they were
important. He was sharing something important with her... and
she was painfully aware that she wasn't getting the depth of it
all.
He let go, then. It was a very tiny way he'd contacted her,
barely holding onto the fringe of her shirt as though it might
rip away in his hands. But once it was gone, it was very
noticeable. She watched him shrug awkwardly, probably because
Erin had run out of words for the moment-- something she'd
readily admit never happened much.
It was sweet, really, that he'd stayed behind to talk to her.
That he didn't want her to be too angry, or too hurt. He must
have cared enough to do something about it.... Erin hadn't
thought he'd cared that much. It helped, just thinking about
that. It didn't make it all better, but it helped. A lot.
Yukito brushed the damp hair away from his eyes. It even looks
good wet, she thought to herself. "I'm no good at this
friendship, comfort thing, but...do you want a hug, or...I don't
know...something to punch?"
Erin finally let her hands drop from where she'd been trying to
hide the signs of crying. Looking up at him, she gave the
briefest of nods before she started crying again, hiding it by
quickly hugging him. He wouldn't notice the whole crying thing,
right? Since he was still kind of damp from coming in from the
rain, so... it would be okay. She couldn't leave behind tear
stains in something that was already rain-stained, right? And..
and he'd offered, so.... it was okay. It was good.
"Thank you..." She let the moment pass, absently wiping away at
any tears that might have remained. He'd stayed with her when
she was hurt, and he'd let her hug him, and he hadn't seemed to
judge her for crying.... it made her feel a wave of gratitude
well up inside her that she couldn't express, at least not
without weirding Yukito out. Erin sent him a subdued smile. "I
really, really mean it."
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