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Fenix looked on, amazed at her singing. She had quite the voice and a chill ran up his spine. Not a bad one, a good one of course. There was something about this girl that he admired. Here she was, infront of so many people, risking humiliation if she had messed something up, and that means she had guts. Fenix couldn't even paint something he thought was worth selling. He considered a few things before her song ended. The whole room looked on attentively, and when she was finished, they all stood from their seats and applauded. She got up, and Fenix stood by the steps to assist her down. As they were going back to their booth, he noticed Leon as he had entered the cafe, along with the two strange girls from earlier. For now though, he ignored them. "Wow, Caddy that was amazing. I don't think any of my paintings could reach the soul like your voice does." He praised her for a moment, and their drinks had just arrived. Fenix admired how nice his looked and how overly extravagant hers did. He gave it a sideways look and glanced back up at her. "Heart attack in a cup? But man, does that look good" He started laughing at his remark.

Are we a fantasy swimming in theocracy?
We are far from holy.
The wholeness of one, repeat after me.

Fighting your empire, defending your vampires.
Far away, we're going too far.
Bombing your ignorance, defeating your insolence.

Zachery checked his watch (yes, he sleeps with a watch on) and realized that he had to get going. He had things to do and a new energy projectile weapon to finalize, or more accurately, deem impossible to produce for no other reason than technology was not yet advanced enough to create such a weapon. Ah well, he thought to himself, it hardly matters. Billions of tax payers dollars go to waste on us anyways and all we've so far accomplished is a suit that bends infrared light around the wearer. He got up to head for the door when a third party hopped into the spotlight. It was the two girls who were posing before. He didn't mean to be rude, but he was busy so he tried to sneak out without being noticed, but that failed seeing as how there was a bell above the door. He sighed but continued going. Fun place, I'll have to come here more often, he muttered to himself. But as he thought about it he realized that everybody in the shop seemed to have not gotten enough sleep, probably just the regulars, loading on caffeen so they can stay up night and day, but then he realized that he had no way to get home, forcing him to walk back into the coffee shop and ding-a-ling-a-ling right in the middle of the two girs' song again. Sorry, he muttered quietly, and walked up to the counter. Mind if I use the phone? He asked the person working. He called his driver (being one armed, driving is nearly impossible) and found out he was a half hour away. Oh well, guess I'll just enjoy the music for a while.

((On that note, I will soon be moving out, which will mean limited to absolutely zero computer accessibility to a period of time that could range from two months to two years. I will still occasionally post, but no guarentees.))

After thw two had finished thier song, Zachary smiled. He had time to kill, why should he just sit succluded from the group? He may be old enough to be the father of everybody else here, but he hardly cared. Maybe it was simply his yearning for the days of his youth that overtook him, but he took the stage next. "The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. William Shakespeare." And with that, he began his song, What a wonderful World by Louis Armstrong. He didn't pause to get reaction of his audience, not even once, because his mind was drifting back to a time when he and his friends had fought in the gulf war, he and six of his friends had sung that song to the rest of the barracks to keep moral up. A week later only two of those friends were left and he got shipped out due to a grenade having blown off his right arm. As he completed the song he realized he had tears in his eyes and was holding the place where his arm had once been. Sorry, he hastely apologized and went to sit down. He still had twenty five minutes and didn't really want to spend that time hogging the stage, after all there were still others to sing.

Fenix felt so relaxed around Caddy, almost as if he knew her for longer than the short few hours. He decided to try being jokingly friendly. "Oh, I couldn't! Not unless you try mine, It's only courtesy that if I try yours, you should try mine" He gave a genuine smile. I only hope she's not a dreamer, please be normal.. The thought of this closeness with someone made him happy, but he was afraid that if she was a dreamer he might end up loosing his new friend easier than he thought.

((It's alright. Things are slowing down a bit for now so we can catch up much better))

((Not quite sure how to start this late in but i'll give it a go.))

Rellin had shot up in his sleep in a cold sweat. These thoughts and nightmares were getting horrible, all because of that damned voice that echoes in his head ever since that night. "Welcome to the shift. ." What in the world was the shift, and why did he have to experience it anytime he was trying to sleep. The first night wasn't the worst, because he atleast woke up quickly. But the past few nights everytime he entered the shift, he heard other voices and shrieks around him. Some sounded like creatures, some were human like voices. Yet he never went towards them, why would he? The doctor's tried makeing him think he was schizo, but now he's actually believeing them a bit. Either way, without any clue of how to stop this form happening, he'd eventually have to live with it. Or fight back, which means he'll be going back to the shift soon, and confronting those voices. .

A half hour had passed and Zachary looked out the window of the coffee shop just in time to see a Mercedes pull up to the curb. The driver popped the trunk and pulled out a plastic arm and a buisness suit. He walked into the shop and smiled, Mr. Thompson, I took the liberty of bringing your suit and arm, again. You'll have to tell me of your latest dream, but that can be done on the way. Zachary smiled and walked back into the bathroom. There he attached the artificial limb and put on his suit. He scoffed at the tie, it was blue, and he was more in a red mood today, ah well, can't be helped. He reached into his front left pocket and felt his wallet. Good, he would need that if he wanted to get any coffee, which he did.He walked out and approached the counter, noticing his driver eyeing up the blueberry muffins. With a chuckle, he ordered himself a cappuccino with a twist of cinnamon, and a couple blueberry muffins. As he walked to the door he handed the driver the muffins, and sipped his cappuccino. The driver sighed and accepted the gift without question, after all, he knew that Zachary made more in a year than he would ever make in his entire lifetime. So then, about the dream...
Oh, right. Of course, as usual, I woke up in my bedroom, everything torn up, you know that part so we'll skip it. Anyways, I did run into some fiends, you remember those dog things I explained earlier? Right. there was a pack of four of them, not much of an issue, so I shot three of them and loaded my weapon to take out the fourth. But then something rather strange happened. The fiend just took off as if afraid, which is really strange behaviour for one of those things. Shortly after alarms started going off in my head and this intense feeling of dread took over my mind. I could sense something approaching, and it felt strong. Far stronger than any other being in there that I have encountered yet. I glaced in the direction and saw it drifting past about a block away. Call me crazy, but I could have sworn it was Death, he had the full black cloak and even a scythe. Lets just say I didn't stick around very long to found out how he'd react to me, so yeah, I ran and hid in an old deserted coffee shop, woke up, and viola, here we are now.
The driver chuclked and said, Man, this dream world of yours, it's crazy, just insane, but it would make a great story. Best seller even.
Well then, get writing it. I don't mind if my crazyness becomes your insane profits, use what you are given. Just then Zachary realized they were approaching his company building. He glanced over his shoulder to see the coffee shop just two blocks away. Driver, rememer to stop at that coffee shop every day from now on before taking me to work, thier cappuccinos are the greatest I've had yet. And with that he got out of the car and approached the building. Another day of work to be wasted on a useless peice of junk, with a sigh he entered the automatic doors.