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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..."
       #Post#: 35--------------------------------------------------
       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."
       #Post#: 38--------------------------------------------------
       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
       #Post#: 43--------------------------------------------------
       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."
       #Post#: 68--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 133--------------------------------------------------
       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."
       #Post#: 436--------------------------------------------------
       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!"
       #Post#: 440--------------------------------------------------
       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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