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 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 5:50 pm
((XD I'm so going to suck at this, but here goes. Oh, and XD I've run out of thoughts on this, so anyone wants to include me a bit to get me going a little further, I'd appreciate it.))
Sam Cunninham
Sam blew past the people on the sidewalk on his skate board. He didn't really care to show off in the morning, but it was a warm day, and he wanted to feel the wind in his hair. As he rolled into the parking lot of Lizzie's, he stretched and yawned while still rolling towards the front door. Apparently the quaint, but busy bakery had been opened longer then he had expected.
He stepped off the skateboard and flipped it into his hand with a fast and heavy step, then set it off to the side of the door and proceeded to walk in the shop. The aroma of baked goods and sweets filled his nostrils, forcing him to smile a bit.
((EDIT NOTE: I missed an f on off... Whoops... fixed it. That is all.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 5:56 pm
Ian ignored more then half of what was happening around him. He was focused of smearing cooling cream of his burning flesh and wrapping the wounded hand with band aids. Once he was done messing around, he slid the first aid kit back under the counter and practically ran into the kitchen, making a grab for the stack of pancakes.
Ian could eat like no other, as a teenage boy and a hard core rocker he had a stomach that seemingly was never full. And Joy, ohhh, Joy, A whole stack of tasty snacks just for him... The teen used his left hand to grab three pancakes and three more in his right a moment later.
"Thanks for the cakes boss."
Once a polite word was uttered Ian stuffed his face not caring that what he was eating was hot, or that it would probably be the thing that WOULD kill him in the end. Diabetes is not a pleasant way to go.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 4:09 pm
Just Before an Eclipse ~ Sophie Beckit
As dawn peeped through the windows of the small one bedroom apartment, the tumult of staccato clicks from a keyboard were already piercing the silence. Sophie, a young blond, sat curled up in her favorite chair, finishing the her latest review. It was on a deli, just around the corner. Its food was equal to that of McDonald's, excluding the fast service.
Brushing a strand that had struggled free from her bun out of her face, Sophie sent in the review and closed her laptop with a sharp snap. Tucking it under her hair, she stood, reaching down to pick up her coffee that had woken her up this morning. As her fingers wrapped around the cool porcelain, she grimaced, imagining it's acrid taste. It reminded her though, of her next assignment. Some obscure coffee shop that had started to make news lately.
'God, Jacob's right, I do work too much,' She thought dolefully to herself as she poured the cold liquid into the sink. It was hard to date her with her job. Whatever restaurant she went to she was expected to review. Be it by its owners or her boss. She had to always disguise herself, blending in to the crowd. And Jacob hated the rules she had to, had to set. She ordered everything and had to have the first taste of everything. Every date was work.
In utter pathos, Sophie dressed, in a comfortable pair of jeans and a blue tank top. The glance in the mirror made her pity increase: dark circles, her hair a mess, yeah she was no prize catch. Shaking her head, a quick trip in the bathroom provided her long blond hair with a nice brushing and enough make-up for her to feel pretty. Then she was out the door, down her steps, and sliding into the front seat of her tiny Miata. Insurance companies might have considered it old, but it was her prize possession, which is why she drove it defensively through the traffic towards the coffee shop across town.
She took note of the cars scattered into the tiny parking lot as she pulled in. Stepping out of her car, she pulled her hair up into a bun. She played with her hair when she got nervous if it was down, so up it stayed. Another thing Jacob didn't like. Pushing him out of her mind, she walked across the asphalt and into the shop.
The most important ingredient in coffee shops was the smell. That sapid aroma that was even richer than the taste of the coffee mixed with the ovens baking the sweets that lined the shelves. Yes, there was no denying that this coffee shop had the right scent. That line in front of her however, was not a plus. A teenager and her baby sister, as it seemed from their red hair, were holding the line up it seemed. And a quick check behind the counter, yep only one employee. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she got in line behind another teenager, with messy brown hair. Trying to be friendly, she asked, "Is this rush minute or is this line usually here?" She gave him a smile, hoping he was a regular here so she would know for sure.
((I have no idea how it got so long...well, critic away. ^.^))
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 10:09 am
 {indigo} vampireluvr97 ~ jess mitchells While trying to put her hair up in a certain way, she was walking down the street to the caffe. Her eyes looking all around, seeing the scenery, the children's laughter, the parents chitter-chatter. Ah, I love my job she thought while heading into the caffe.
"Hey guys, what have you been doing this fine morning?" she said while putting her apron on, tying it in the front. The strings on her apron were long, so she had to go around her waist twice.
"Nothing really, doing orders, the usual, you better hurry, the boss is not here yet"
"Thanks," said Jess, as she set of to work.Student.
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