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#Post#: 29--------------------------------------------------
Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: February 17, 2013, 9:53 pm
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Yukito Maki
His damp hair was falling into his eyes, and he brushed them
fitfully away. "I'm no good at this friendship, comfort thing,
but...do you want a hug, or...I don't know...something to
punch?"
Her hand fell from her mouth as she looked up into his face. In
the space of a moment, she gave the slightest of nods, tears
beginning to spill out of her eyes as she launched herself at
him, hugging him around his waist. As her arms wrapped around
him, he felt the pressure of her hold as it tightened on the
metal brace that surrounded the majority of his torso in a
protective vice-like hold. Yukito's lungs constricted; he felt
like apologizing that even in the act of a simple embrace - a
basic human skill - he fell short of expectations. His jaw
clenched, and his eyes began to sting horribly. Slowly,
hesitantly, he wrapped his own thin arms around Erin's
shoulders, pulling her close. She felt very warm in his arms. He
realized that he couldn't remember the last time someone had
hugged him. Did that make him even more abnormal? Shouldn't he
be allowed to comfort and be comforted, just like anyone else?
But he had to be careful not to hug her too tightly, despite the
overpowering wash of emotions that flooded through his thin
frame, making him want to shiver. He had to be careful so that
the metal brace protecting his body wouldn't hurt her or make
her uncomfortable.
"Thank you..." She said quietly, taking a moment before looking
up at him and sending him a little smile. Still feeling like a
rock had become embedded in his throat, Yukito gave a little
nod. "I really, really mean it."
Yukito looked into her eyes for a moment, suddenly quite jealous
of her. Erin seemed so honest, like she wore her heart on her
sleeve. Around her, people felt more relaxed, laughed more,
smiled more, took less for granted. Why couldn't he be more like
her? Why couldn't he be less melancholic, less silent? He was
jealous of her sparkling laugh and easy smile.
"Anytime," he found himself muttering. Yukito wasn't sure if he
should let her go and back away, or to let her hold him for a
little longer, so he decided to just wait and see what she did.
"We....we should probably get back soon, though. Your bandmates
are going to start to wonder..."
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: February 18, 2013, 8:59 pm
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Erin Spenser
It briefly occurred to Erin that when she hugged him, she could
feel the brace he wore underneath. It made her think of a friend
with intense scoliosis who had been too young for a surgery.
She'd worn a brace, too, only it wasn't exactly the same. For a
fleeting moment, Erin wondered if wearing it bothered him, or if
he used it as a defense against tickling, the way her friend
did.
"Thank you... I really, really mean it." She smiled up at him.
He probably didn't get it... probably didn't realize how much
that little action really did help. He chose to stay, chose to
talk, chose to let her be upset, didn't judge, didn't
chastise... and he hugged her. It was the perfect remedy for
whatever this betrayal had left her with.
"Anytime," Yuktio replied, now seeming like his regular,
ultra-quiet self. "We....we should probably get back soon,
though. Your bandmates are going to start to wonder..."
"No, they won't," she replied quickly. Honestly. They wouldn't.
She'd been upset. They knew better than to think she wanted to
hang out after a show like that. She gave a little shrug.
"Anyway, this is nice." Her smile faltered as she amended
quickly, "I mean, not the Benedict Arnold treachery thing,
but..." Erin waved her hands around between them in a gestured
attempt of inclusiveness. "I mean, this stuff."
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: February 19, 2013, 6:38 pm
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Yukito Maki
"We....we should probably get back soon, though. Your bandmates
are going to start to wonder..."
"No, they won't," she replied quickly. He considered for a
moment, while Erin gave a nonchalant little shrug of her
shoulders. "Anyway, this is nice." Her smile faltered as she
amended quickly, "I mean, not the Benedict Arnold treachery
thing, but..." Erin made a weird little gesture with her hands
that was meant to include the two of them. "I mean, this stuff."
Yukito arched an eyebrow at that, finally releasing her from the
embrace. He took in Erin, watching her studiously for a moment,
then moving as if to walk away, then pausing. Knowing his
demeanor revealed his scattered thoughts, he turned back to her
and said, "It's only fair. You always listen to me..." He wanted
to tell her about his dad. He was moments away from just saying
it aloud, all the things he was afraid of, and asking her what
he should do. Even if she didn't know what he should or
shouldn't do from there on, that wouldn't matter to him. He
fiddled with his hair, one hand in his jeans pocket. He didn't
think she would laugh at him. Sure, she was usually so carefree,
but he didn't think she would laugh. She might, though. It might
just be paranoia, what he suspected when he tried too hard to
remember back to before the accident...
He took a deep breath, about to ask what she would think if he
told her he thought his father was planning something. And that
he had lied to him about a lot. But just then, a voice called
across the parking lot to them. Reese and Natalie had appeared,
both of them half-walking, half-tickling the other. Once they'd
made it through the doorway, Reese looked up as though Yukito
had called out to him, giving a knowing smile.
"There you two are!" Reese practically laughed his words, still
fending off Natalie's attacks. Above his head he held a
sketchbook."Hey! Leave off!"
"Give it ba-a-ack!" Natalie crowed noisily, but her voice
revealed she wasn't very serious.
"You guys want to go hang out someplace with a little more
breathing room?" Reese queried.
"Maybe later," Yukito answered curtly, suddenly quite irritable,
watching Natalie try and pull Reese's elbow closer in order to
retrieve her book. She had on at least two dozen bracelets, all
in colors Yukito found obnoxiously bright, but they gave off a
pleasant jingling sound whenever she moved. Feeling heat rage up
and down his neck and face, Yukito grabbed Erin's wrist and
started to walk away at a hurried pace. "Come on," he pleaded,
pulling her down the street after him. "I want to show you
something."
"Yukito? Where are you going?" Natalie called after them, but he
ignored her. His palms had started to sweat, and he was sure
Erin would notice.
Yukito has left the Coffee Shop
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: February 19, 2013, 7:37 pm
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Erin Spenser
Yukito fidgeted some, shifting his feet a bit. Erin's eyes
flitted from his face to his feet, to his hands, then back to
his face. It was hard to tell what he was feeling... true, she
didn't know him very well, and she usually wasn't good at
telling that stuff anyway, but she could at least try.
"It's only fair," he finally said. "You always listen to me..."
Erin's mood brightened a little at that. She gave a little
shrug, faking a prissy toss of her hair "It's what I do!"
Yukito seemed about to say something, but other noises took her
attention-- familiar laughter. It suddenly reminded her that she
felt like crap. Her spirit dropped. She wanted to do that... to
feel like laughing and tugging and tickling and teasing. But no.
She wanted to curl up into a ball and hide under a blanket and
maybe throw darts at a target with Drew's face on it. But not
while under the blanket, though.
"There you two are!" Reese practically laughed his words, still
fending off Natalie's attacks. Above his head he held a
sketchbook."Hey! Leave off!"
"Give it ba-a-ack!" Natalie called out, not all that intent on
actually get it back right away.
"You guys want to go hang out someplace with a little more
breathing room?" Reese offered.
Without thinking, Erin made a little face. Part of her thought
it could take her mind of off feeling like crap. The other part
just wanted to go home and be sad for a while. The latter was
winning out. Yukito's answer didn't help matters... he suddenly
sounded grumpy himself.
"Maybe later."
Erin offered a little shrug. "I kinda was thinking--" Before she
could continue, Yukito took her by the wrist and started off.
Her eyes widened. What?! Of course, she had to follow, but...
what was he doing?
"Come on," he said, already en route to wherever he was going.
"I want to show you something."
"How about a map, so I know where we're going?" she asked,
half-jokingly. What suddenly made him decide that vanishing off
somewhere was the perfect idea right now? He hadn't even let her
say she'd wanted to go home and be sad for a while. And now
where did he think he was taking her? Why did it feel like she
was suddenly in some kind of lame spy movie? "Yukito. What--?"
"Yukito? Where are you going?" Natalie called out.
"What she said!" Erin echoed. Now she was getting annoyed...
this whole suddenly-mysterious-Yukito bothered her. "And I can
follow without you tugging on me, Yukito. I have my own two
feet, you know." Still following, she pulled away and sent him a
frown. "I'm coming, but don't tug like that."
#Post#: 54--------------------------------------------------
Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: morethanmusic Date: February 20, 2013, 1:10 am
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Thomas "Phoenix" Hutchinson
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Leaning back in his chair comfortably, Phoenix tilted back his
large frame-less sunglasses and glanced around the room. There
weren't a lot of people here, but he wasn't sure he recognized
any of them. Several of them didn't look too good... one was
definitely wearing pjs. Not that he was judging, more that he
was a bit concerned. Not that every person needed to dress up
like he did -- in a stylish black jacket over a white dress
shirt with the first three buttons undone, black pants and a
leather studded belt -- but he knew he always felt better about
himself when he wore something nice.
Adjusting his shirt a bit, he sighed. He had to remember that
other people didn't see it that way. What would Dilara say?
'Member, Tommy, just 'cause people don't care about how they
look doesn't mean they don't care about how they is. Yeah,
something like that. He smirked, folding his hands behind his
head as he watched some people scuffle about the shop.
The population began to pick up slowly, people craving caffeine,
people craving conversation... people craving comfort.
Just then, in walked a tall, slender blond with an expression on
his face Phoenix was sure looked familiar. He paused for a
moment, biting the inside of his lip slightly. Definitely
familiar. From his school.
"Hey there, stranger," Phoenix cooed, eyes locked on the other
boy. He smiled slowly, taking off his sunglasses carefully, not
taking his eyes off of this boy. "My name's Phoenix."
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: February 23, 2013, 2:39 pm
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Reese Middleton
Reese's brow furrowed as he re-entered the Whistle Stop. He was
perplexed by the way Yukito and Erin had just raced off without
a word of explanation. He had been too far away to get any clear
understanding of what was going on between the two of them. He
sighed, going up to the main bar to order a drink. He had just
leaned his elbow up on the counter when someone leaned in to
speak to him.
"Hey there, stranger," Reese looked up, one eyebrow arched. He
already bore a smile that was struggling to keep laughter at
bay. The guy who had spoken to him looked like he had just left
a James Bond reenactment, down to the white button-up shirt that
was open superfluously at the top, and a pair of sunglasses that
probably cost more than his jacket. But what amused Reese more
was the man's rapid heart-rate. It was almost going at double
speed. Oh, boy...
With all the sleekness of melted chocolate, the newcomer lowered
his sunglasses, saying, "My name's Phoenix."
Reese debated how to reply. There was no easy way to be kind,
was there? But beating around the bush would be even worse,
wouldn't it? Socialization: highly overrated. What a night.. In
the end, he decided to ignore his understanding of the
situation. It was much simpler to play dumb, wasn't it? He held
out his hand to 'Phoneix', "I'm Reese. You go to the Academy
too, right? I think I've seen you around someplace."
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: morethanmusic Date: March 23, 2013, 5:26 pm
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Thomas "Phoenix" Hutchinson
The blond boy looked a bit confused, worried even, as he sat at
the bar. Phoenix watched him with an even look before leaning
over.
"Hey there stranger," he hummed, watching the boy's reaction
with interest. Lowering his sunglasses, he tacked on, "My name's
Phoenix," in the smoothest voice he could conjure up.
The boy hesitated a bit. Phoenix raised one eyebrow slightly,
tilting his head back a bit. After a few minutes of deliberation
-- which Phoenix patiently allowed -- the boy extended a hand to
him. Phoenix only smiled and shook it firmly, lingering a moment
afterwards before withdrawing his hand.
"I'm Reese," he said, with an optimistic sort of voice that
Phoenix wasn't used to expecting. He smirked, nodding.
"Like the man who makes the peanut butter cups?" Phoenix
countered with a wink. "Or the sweet thing itself?"
"You go to the Academy too, right? I think I've seen you around
someplace."
Phoenix leaned back a bit, sighing. "Yes, most likely. I've
heard I'm hard to miss." He smiled for a moment, shifting his
gaze away, then back to Reese. "But, I expect I'm not such a
rare bird at the Academy as I am in other places, hmm?"
Shrugging, Phoenix shifted in his chair a bit so he could get a
better look at this boy -- and look into his face a bit more
when he spoke. "The Academy is full of people with secrets and
special powers. It's hard to be special in a room full of
extraordinary people, all in a position where anyone can argue
their life is both worse and better than everyone else's." He
nudged Reese in the shoulder with his own, gently, playfully.
"We all have stories, right, Peanut?"
He leaned in closer again, teasingly, but not quite sensually.
"Tell me yours, Horse Master, and I shall tell you mine," he
said, with a crooked grin.
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Mascii Date: March 31, 2013, 6:42 pm
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Reese Middleton
"I'm Reese," he said, instantly receiving a smirk from the boy.
"Like the man who makes the peanut butter cups?" Phoenix
countered with a wink. "Or the sweet thing itself?"
Well, Phoenix. You don't exactly get points for subtlety, I
gotta say.
"Like the peanut butter cups," Reese said with a smile. "My
mother thought it was a good name, and she has a bit of a sweet
tooth. Hey, you go to the Academy too, right? I think I've seen
you around someplace."
Phoenix leaned back a bit, sighing. He overdid a bit, in Reese's
opinion. The suave air of confidence and ease of movement. "Yes,
most likely. I've heard I'm hard to miss."[/B] He smiled for a
moment, shifting his gaze away, then back to Reese. [b]"But, I
expect I'm not such a rare bird at the Academy as I am in other
places, hmm?" Reese arched an eyebrow at that, letting out a
little grunt to wordlessly nudge him on. "The Academy is full of
people with secrets and special powers. It's hard to be special
in a room full of extraordinary people, all in a position where
anyone can argue their life is both worse and better than
everyone else's." He nudged Reese in the shoulder with his own,
gently, playfully. "We all have stories, right, Peanut?"
Reese couldn't stop a smile, raising his hand to hide his
expression. "Oh, God...don't call me that...of all things.."
"Tell me yours, Horse Master, and I shall tell you mine," he
said, with a crooked grin.
Reese knew himself well enough to know that people tended to
blurt out some pretty honest reflections once they started
talking to him. He didn't dislike it - it made life interesting
to be able to draw out the truth from people without even really
trying. But some of the things Phoenix had said made him start
to think..he had to remember what Phoenix had said, and mention
it to Yukito later. Maybe they could figure it out. Reese sat up
straighter, sending Phoenix a shrug, "I'm the guy who has had a
crush on his next-door-neighbor since he was six, got an
Enhancement when I was a teenager, and met my best friend
through the Academy. Before I met Dr. Ramsey, I didn't know
anybody, really. I think it's nice to have that kind of a
'special' thing in common with other people. I don't know what
I'd do if I didn't have the Academy." He shrugged. "So I like
that I'm not the 'special kid' there, I guess."
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: GGJ5 Date: May 4, 2013, 4:25 pm
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ooc: Planned interaction with Erin/Jess! bic:
Erin Spenser
A sense of loyalty to Whistle Stop had developed in Erin. It was
the only coffee shop she'd go to, especially as they were
willing to let Veritas play there on a nearly-regular basis. It
was always such a thrill to see their name on the marquis out
front! So she did what she could to thank the little shop, and
part of that came from spending too much of her money there. But
that was okay-- really, the food was awesome. Overpriced... but
awesome.
She'd just ended a "study session" with a bunch of people from
her forensics class, and they'd all ordered stuff to drink, but
now Erin was hungry for actual food. After waving good bye to
the last of her friends, Erin slipped back in line to place her
order. The line always moved a little slowly, so she took out
her iPod and plugged her headphones into her ears. Pressing the
play button, a We as Human song flooded her ears. Easily, her
body shifted a bit along with the music as she waited
semi-patiently in line.
Finally, Erin reached the counter. "Hey! I'd like the chicken
salad croissant sandwich with a pickle and sun chips, please!"
It took about four or five more minutes to get said overpriced
sandwich, but at least she had good music... Erin fell into the
melody as classic Emery came through the speakers. The music
backfired, this time, though.... her absorption into the music
morphed quickly into distraction and Erin suddenly found herself
smashing into some other person. Her plate of food flew from her
hand and smacked into the other person. "Oh, crap!"
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Re: Whistle Stop Coffee Shop
By: Tigger Date: May 5, 2013, 12:22 am
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Jessica Seeley
Jessica was talking to a rather handsome guy that had ordered
her a cup of coffee just minutes earlier. Usually in that sort
of situation, she would have gave it back to him, but she had
had a bit of a boring day, so some mindless flirting was almost
exactly what she had needed, then. It was all going well, the
guy asking for her number a third time as she cleverly changed
the subject to some questions about him. Jess had realized that
no matter what man it was, they all liked to talk about
themselves to women, bragging about what sports they play, if
they’re in a band, their accomplishments, etc. It was a cute
kind of pathetic, especially when the guy in question had dark
brown eyes, the perfect amount of stubble, and a motorcycle
outside. Not that she would ever ride one and risk messing up
her hair and looking like a deranged muppet, but the knowledge
that he had one was nice.
“Oh, crap!" Then something happened that ruined her entire day.
A plate hit her, spilling food down the front of her white silk
mini dress that she had ordered from France just the week
before. Her eyes widened as her lips formed a tight, thin line.
There was no doubt that whatever was on the plate had stained
the almost seven hundred dollar outfit. Chip crumbs and some
sort of sandwich substance stuck onto the fabric and she slowly
looked up to face the culprit. Hell’s fire seemed to be in her
bright eyes as she calmly reached over and grabbed her coffee
from the nearby table. Pure fury colored her face a bright pink,
her jaw set firmly. The drink was cold, so she hadn’t had much
of it beyond a couple of sips for pure courtesy’s sake. It was
perfect for what she needed it for, then.
Everything seemed to happen in an instant. The man talking to
her previously put his fist in front of his mouth, other hand
clutching his side as he stood and backed away, wide-eyed.
Silence fell over the room. Seemingly every head was turned
towards the two girls. A couple that had walked into the shop
just moments before sensed the awkwardness and wordlessly left-
probably to another establishment. And a voice from behind the
counter of the shop called out her name in warning, but it was
too late.
Jessica had dumped all of the contents of her cup on the top of
the dark-haired girl’s head. Gritting her teeth, she crushed the
paper cup and threw it on the ground at the girl’s feet. “This
dress cost more than your life.” She hissed, hands balled into
fists at her sides.
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