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 Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:08 am
In all seriousness my dear tourists, this is one of my favorite places. The atmosphere, the coffee, Ohhhh it is just do die for! -waitress spills hot coffee all over him- NOO OUCH OUCH I AM ON FIRE SOMEONE CALL SOMEONE! -hangs head- Why always me? I swear I am going to quit, I AM GOING TO QUIT DO YOU HEAR ME? -Gets Shinigami chopped- No! -sniffles and cries-
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 5:23 pm
____Izaya Orihara___________ "I love love love love love love humans, but remember I love humans in general not anybody in particular. "
"Its been so long since I've had a proper drink of coffee," Izaya lamented as he sat at a table at the far end of the room. As appealing as the title 'Death Bucks' was, Izaya's fine tongue could not stand the cheap crap they sold under the title of 'Coffee' at this place. He used to have a contact inside this place that would sell him some good tea, but otherwise Izaya hated the food at this place. Then why come here every morning and order a cup of coffee that he would not drink. Izaya had no particular reason, it had just become routine for him. The market district had been getting smaller and smaller in recent years due to the recession, Izaya liked to give business to every area in the market district. Of course, there was a less innocent reason that he went to the coffee shop every morning. Izaya preferred doing business in public places. Until he saved up enough to afford his own office, which was difficult when you were bribing half the market district, he used Deathbucks as the sight of all of his meetings. A public place yes, but a public place where everybody was so self-absorbed with their coffee to pay attention to him and his doings. Izaya loved humans. He really loved humans.
The person he was doing business with today had yet to arrive. Izaya was many things, but he was not impatient. He'd give this person till the half of the hour to arrive, and would not chide them for being late. That was how he always conducted business. Izaya could be professional when he tried, he just preferred to act in a childish in jolly matter. Besides, the type of clients who requested the services of an information broker rarely were pleasant people. He had to wear that childish smile of his for his own sake. It was a special feeling when a feared crime lord looked at him in confusion, 'This guy is the one looking over this city'. It was part of what he loved about humans, how they reacted when their expectations were crushed. Another minute passed as Izaya sat, not drinking his cheap-crap coffee. Perhaps he could find a way to enertain himself in the meantime.
Izaya pulled out his phone, planning to use the cafe's internet access. It was a guilty pleasure of his to log onto online chat forums posing as someone other than himself. Observing how people changed when they were online, it was another thing that made humans entertaining to him. His fingers twiddled around the buttons as he looked for a decent chat room. Would he be Nakuda or Kanra today? Before he could decide on either, Izaya's ear caught an interesting tidbit. The third reason he loved the coffee shop despite its terrible coffee, people talked a lot more openly here. Today's open speakers were a pair of test proctors from Shibusen, on break apparently. The two were quite relaxed it seemed, because they were letting high prince information fly straight out of their mouths over coffee. Of course, not all were as careful as Izaya when it came to keeping secrets.
Most of their conversation was bland typical things that people talked about every day, like their hair, the weather, how they felt, but once they mentioned the students in the exam Izaya got interested. He used the tried and true method of eavesdropping, pretending to be doing something else entirely while using your good hearing to listen in. He didn't recognize most of the names, but he stored them away inside his head in case they ever came up in conversation. Izaya was not only conniving, but he possesed a spectacular memory that allowed him to remember nearly everything he heard. It was near photographic, a talent which allowed him to work as an information agent. Then a name came up, one he both recognized and loathed. The two were talking about a weapon and meister pair which had caused a loud ruckus. A kid who called himself god, but went by the name of Skye to most, and a grumpy individual who had changed his name to Leon. Leon. Leo. Takano Leo. Taku-chan. Izaya had no evidence except his own instinct, but he knew they were talking about his lifelong enemy. It was a feeling he got in the back of his mind whenever he thought of Takano. Hatred, it was the only time he felt such a thing.
Takano and Izaya had hated one another since they first met. It was fate. It was destiny. It was god's desire. Oh wait, Izaya did not believe in any concepts like god, fate or destiny. So they hated each other merely because they were complete opposites. Izaya could spend an entire day reminiscing on the damage he had caused to Taku-chan in his home-town of Reno, but he did not have the time. No sooner had he caught Takano's new name in the conversation, when a wannabe he had screwed over ran into the coffee shop looking for him. "This is a public place, do people have manners any more?" He questioned, as the yellow-coated man started to make a fuss. He should probably do something about that, but Izaya disliked having to fight when not necessary. Of course with people like that, it was impossible to talk to. So he stood up and approached the man.
"Yo. Yo. Hey. Man." The yellow-coated man shouted, making a variety of gang symbols he probably knew nothing about. Izaya was glad he had gotten this man in trouble with the color gangs, he might actually hurt somebody with pure stupidity were he left unchecked. The Yellow-coated man threw a variety of punches at him, none of which hit. He did however, leave a glaring opening for Izaya to take advantage of. He wasn't watching Izaya's hands. The man took advantage of this, drawing his knife and flicking the blade open in one solid movement. With that he used the wavelength of his soul to knock the man's hood off his face, revealing a head of hair in desperate need of a cut.
"This one's free of charge," Izaya commented, tired of dodging the clumsy man's blows. With that he used the actual speed of his knife to shave half of the man's head bald. Izaya worked so fast, it took the man a second to notice. And when he did, the wannabe ran away in a panic. Which is what Izaya preferred, he hated getting serious in a fight. Even if it was against a loser like that. The information broker would have preferred to sit back down, but the eyes of the coffee shop were on him currently. "What? I'm no magician. Just Izaya Orihara the information broker!" He shouted, grabbing the ends of his coat in a feign of innocence. It was true he was far from an ordinary human, but it was not like he was a kishin or a bad guy. They consumed humans for their own personal madness. Izaya could never do such a thing, he just loved humans too much.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:58 am
 [ ■ With art you can runaway [ ♥ ] without leaving home ■ ] Lucy was strolling down the street with her highly expensive DSLR camera, stalking a few locals to take candid photos of. The couple that were her first subjects had gone into a coffee shop, so her entrance was completely by accident. The couple had noticed Lucy's stalkerish ways when she entered the coffee shop right behind, which made Lucy bring her head up from the lens and stare at them oddly. They stared at her for a second or two. disgusted, but went on their way to order coffee because Lucy's dispositioned look was sort of creeping them out. When the couple left her, Lucy sighed and shook her head. "Another great subject, lost to the poplar public place such as Deathbucks..." she thought as she strolled to a table near a window. Lucy plopped herself down in a chair while digitally scrolling through the pictures on her camera. Some stood out to her, like the picture of the old man at the bar by himself; others were just normal crowd pictures that she didn't enjoy. Lucy was humming to herself and bouncing her leg up and down as she deleted photos, and she was so entranced she didn't hear the counter worker yell at her. "Miss, miss? Don't you want to order? Miss! Lucy stopped bouncing her leg and humming all together at that last 'miss!'. Her head still hung low towards her camera, refusing to look at the counter worker. "Iced coffee" is all that Lucy would say, and she said it kind of coldly. The counter worker was confused, but having her manager there made her smile and say "Right away ma'am!" Lucy wasn't a rude person, she just didn't like to be interrupted. She continued humming and bouncing her leg, while scrolling through her pictures. Once she was done, she dropped her camera and let it hang around her neck, the strap pulling tight at the back of her neck. Lucy's leg was still bouncing, and her fingers were tapping the table. The worker who had taken her order got out from behind the counter and brought Lucy her iced coffee, and told her the amount. Lucy, without ever looking at her, reached into her pocket and brought out the exact amount of money for the drink. She placed it in the woman's open palm, and forcibly closed to woman's fingers around it. Lucy then motioned with her hand that the woman leave her, and although agitated, the woman complied. As Lucy sipped her drink, people lined up at the counter stared at her in disgust, just as the other couple had done. Deathbucks was not a place were someone got served, so how did Lucy pull off not having to leave her seat? Lucy hardly noticed the people, because she was busy people watching out the window she was sitting by.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 4:58 pm
____Izaya Orihara___________ "I love love love love love love humans, but remember I love humans in general not anybody in particular. "
Izaya was in the coffee shop for the second time, but not because he had planned this second visit. No, it turned out the yellow jacket guy he had fought off earlier was back, and he had friends. Izaya was more than capable of fighting them off, he just did not want to get blood on his new jacket. That kind of stain was hard to get out, especially when it was the blood of wannabe gangbangers. That and if the Madame heard he got into another fight, he would have to buy the girls more than flowers to earn her forgiveness. It was always best to be on the madame's good side, especially when she organized the greatest information network in the entire city. That was all under wraps though, so Izaya did not spend too much time thinking about it. In a place like Death City, even when surrounded by normal humans it was best not to think too loudly. You never knew just who was listening.
For all the people in this city, it had been awhile since Izaya had found a truly interesting human. Sure there were the girls in chatrooms he occasionally tricked into trying to commit suicide with him, only to back out once he had lectured them, but Izaya had quit doing that after one had tried to stab him. When his aunt had confronted him on that occasion, he had written off the entire thing as an occupational hazard. Izaya really did not want to admit it, but he was bored without any of his precious humans or enemies within this city. They were all left behind when he had left Reno with his aunt three months ago. Izaya did not have much time to be sitting around and moping though, he had ducked into the coffe shop for a reason.
Izaya ran up to the counter and bought his usual cup of crap-tasting coffee. Except this time he made the mistake of non-chalantly drinking the cup as he made his way to an empty table on the far-side of the room. Izaya, who was theatrical in everything he did, could not resist the urge to spit the small amount of coffee had sipped. He did so in cartoonish fashion, which would have caused a scene had Izaya not played it off immediately afterwards. "Such delicious Coffee, I bet lord death drinks it himsef up in heaven. Oh, how I've been blessed this day to enjoy such a great cup of coffee!" Most of the people around him dismissed Izaya as either a big coffee lover, the city had plenty of those, or some actor hired by the company. In reality, he was an information broker, who really really hated the coffee here. As much as he hated Taku-chan. No even more. "I'm going to sit down now!" said Izaya, as he waved his hand right hand and simultaneously bowed.
Izaya parked himself in a table by the window. He'd have to watch if any f the gangbangers thought of looking in here. He really did not want to make a scene, he loved humans, but some of them were really frustrating. People who did nothing but cause a scene frustrated him to no end. He loved humans, but he was fully capable of hating or feeling malice to individual. There wasn't a single individual human he ever loved either. That was how Izaya worked. How he thought his mind worked anyway. Izaya wasn't the type of person to spend much time thinking about himself. Not when there were so many humans to enjoy.
Izaya held his sleeve over the table, he felt like playing a game against himself. From his sleeve fell a few chess pieces, two shogi tiles, and a half dozen othello pieces. He picked them up with a careful hand, and arranged them on the checkered table. They were eventually placed in an alien pattern, that no mere human would make out. Izaya was playing his favorite game. It had no name, but it was what he played when there was nothing else to occupy his mind, or what he used to wind down when things were going according to plan. Yet, when most of his plans depended on human beings, things rarely went exactly as planned. That was fine though, as long as the outcome was fun to watch.
Izaya moved the rook piece, skipping it over one of the othello pieces like he had taken it in checkers. "I could use a decent drink," He mumbled to himself, tired of the crap coffee they served at this place. The atmosphere here was alright, and it was nice to see so many humans gathered in one place, but besides that it was not worth two trips in one day. He needed something better to do than wait out a potential mugging in a coffee shop. Well, it would be a mugging, but not for him. "Maybe I can hang out the cemetery for awhile," he had not been there for a long time. There was always the option of visiting the DWMA, but if he encountered Taku-chan he might have a vending machine thrown at him. There were so many things to consider when you were Izaya Orihara the information broker.
Izaya flicked an othello piece, causing it to fly into the air and land on a Shogi piece. He was winning the game, but the game was not all that important to him. What was important to him was. . . Humans of course. He wondered if any of the humans in this dreary old place, (Seriously what kind of name was deathbucks?) would interest him. Izaya wondered for a moment whether or not his client had come here in his absence. Izaya held up his cellphone, dialing one of his contacts. A waiter that had walked past him a few seconds ago suddenly dropped his tray. Like the gentleman he was, Izaya helped the man pick up the few plates and cups which had fallen with the tray. Once he had stacked the mans cargo back up, he sat down, a small receipt he had picked off from the ground in his hand. He read it quickly, for there were only three words written on it. 'She backed out'. How dull. Days like today, made Izaya love humans even more.
[//4,451]
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:55 pm
[ ■ With art you can runaway [ ♥ ] without leaving home ■ ] Lucy had seen a plethora of things through the five minute period of staring out the window. She saw a boy who let go of his balloon by accident, throw a small tantrum, and then have his mom lead him away to get some ice cream to soothe his attitude. She saw a man almost run into a stop sign because he was talking on his cellphone, probably about business nonsense or something that Lucy would never have interest in. She saw a woman search the ground frantically; for what, Lucy wasn't sure. Probably an earring or a bracelet, something that Lucy never wore. She loved body art such as piercings and tattoos, but she would never let anyone know if she had them. Lucy felt a change in the atmosphere when a new person walked into the coffee shop. She didn't look at him, but from the presence he put off, Lucy could tell that he was a bit obnoxious. Obnoxious...what a wonderful thing to capture on camera. Lucy picked up her camera from it's dangling position below her chest, and snapped it as soon as the new man bent down to help someone. The flash wasn't on, so if the man had known Lucy had taken a picture or not was unclear. Lucy looked at the picture and couldn't decide if she liked it or not. It showed a kind gesture from a man that didn't look so kind himself. She decided to keep the photo, and tweak it using photoshop on her computer in her apartment. She dropped her camera once more, and began to sip on her iced coffee. Lucy wasn't one for confrontation, nor was she one to start conversations. Honestly, she hardly noticed anyone in the coffee shop besides herself. That's how Lucy was. She was always trapped in her own little world, thinking. Her past allowed her to have a lot on her mind often, but she didn't think about her family that much. She thought mainly about her art and her hobbies. She thought about places she had practiced her parkour, and places she wanted to try her parkour. She sipped at her iced coffee some more, as she began to think about how she would edit the odd man's photo of kindness.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:02 am
ilinkzeldi ____Izaya Orihara___________ "I love love love love love love humans, but remember I love humans in general not anybody in particular. "
Izaya, who loved all humans but nobody in particular watched the people of the coffee shop as they went about their business. He did not lock onto anybody in particular, that would be uncharacteristic of him. He only singled out on humans when they were at the center of his plans, or if Taku-chan was involved. Otherwise he preferred to look at humans as a whole. It helped him to overlook all the annoying things that were present in individual humans. Though even those annoying qualities could be enjoyed if viewed from a certain perspective.
Izaya skipped another othello piece over his rook when he heard it. The shutters of a camera. It wasn't exactly a thing that a normal person would notice, but Izaya had always had good hearing. After all, an information broker would need to be a good listener, it was a job requirement. Even though Izaya loved no individual human, he was never above such a thing like conversation or confrontation. His typical persona was that of a friendly and familiar individual to all those in Death City, until you crossed him that was. Which was why he rarely kept friends for long.
So somebody had taken a picture of him, not just him that person was snapping shots of a number of people in the coffee shop. The picture thing he barely cared about, Izaya already had a reputation in Death City, there was no need for him to hide his face. The reasoning behind the picture-taker though, that kind of thing lit his mind ablaze with possibilities. Izaya's eyes began to scan the entire coffee shop. He was looking for anybody with a camera, or camera phone. Another click sounded, and Izaya located her. A girl in the corner, sitting alone and sipping ice coffee. How could she stand the coffee here? It was not really an important question, but the thought still struck him. Along with the next question, how exactly to go about confronting this girl. Oh well, planning was for those who wanted to battle with fate, Izaya would just wing it this time.
Izaya began to pick up his little game pieces and return them to his sleeve. After he had cleared the last othello piece from the table, he stood up from his seat and began to stretch. Izaya tilted his back, stretching it back like a cat, in fact one could mistake the mischievous grin he was wearing for that of a cat who was tormenting his prey right before a kill. Izaya was a bit twisted in that way. While he stretched, he observed the girl again, and she was not much to see. That was not an insult per say, just an observation, she looked a bit spacey. Izaya finished his stretching and decided to cut out the middle man. He slipped through the other coffee-store patrons, and appeared rather suddenly at her table. "I'm Izaya Orihara, the information broker. Heard any good secrets lately?" he spoke to her, introducing himself in the typical informal fashion.
[//]
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:53 am
[ ■ With art you can runaway [ ♥ ] without leaving home ■ ] Lucy had anticipated the arrival of the man she had snapped a photo of only moments before. How did she know he would come to her table? Lucy could tell he was one of those types of people. There was nothing wrong with people like him, because his types were often the only ones that would ever approach Lucy. Lucy glanced over at the man, her head tilted with her right cheek rested in her right hand as her left hand's fingers ceased to tap the table, and she shrugged. "People say I was raised by wolves outside of town in a cave. Others say I take photos secretly of people because I'm a serial killer picking out my next victim. Some say I killed my parents and came here in hiding, while some, who know my family in Italy, say I'm a mutt." Lucy's head tiled straight forward this time, while her right hand rested on the table. She leaned back a little ways in her chair, as she kept starring at the table. "However, you being an information man should know how people talk. My name is Luciana Faella, but you can just call me Lucy. If I must have a label...then I'm a bit of artist." Lucy wasn't much for bragging on herself, because she was a graffiti tagger after all. She just let people tell her how great her work was, without ever knowing that it was Lucy's work they were complimenting. Lucy ceased leaning back in her chair, and let it fall back forward. She showed no emotion on her face during the whole period of time in the coffee shop, even when Izaya came up, and it wasn't because she was bored or uninterested, it just took a lot to make to make Lucy smile, or make her sad or mad. She was a complicated person, but that came with the territory of being the rejected daughter of the Faella family.
[//328]
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:33 pm
____Izaya Orihara___________ "I love love love love love love humans, but remember I love humans in general not anybody in particular. "
Izays, who loved all humans, could not help but be pleased with Lucy's response. It was so unexpected. He had expected a sort of stalker or hired photographer type of person, but he had gotten something else entirely. The unexpected and spontaneous nature of humanity, it was one of the many things he loved. This girl was interesting though. Not in the typical sort of way, but interesting nonetheless. It was almost as if she had expected him to greet her the moment she took a picture of him. "As worthwhile as rumors are, I find them no good when your trying to sell them as information. The truth of what you are lies within your heart. Its rare that people allow their individual truths to be seen, therefore its the job of an information agent to look around for those truths and sell them to the highest bidder. So, a person like myself, who loves all humans, has no choice but to pick that as a career." Izaya was once more absorbed by the conversation. He picked his hands off the table and began to wave them around as he spoke. Emphasizing every word with an action of his own. Once he had grown tired of speaking, he froze in place arms still held loftily in the air. He listened once more as the girl spoke to introduce herself. Luciana Faella, it sounded royal. The type of name seemed almost unfitting for the girl who sat alone in the corner of a coffee store snapping pictures as people passed. What an interesting tale there was surrounding this girl. Should he pry further, or just stop himself now before he got into trouble once more. Decisions, Decisions. "Lucy, you seem to be wasting away here, sitting and taking pictures in the back of a coffee shop with terrible coffee. Is it that you want to look into others worlds, just like myself or are you different. You can keep speaking with me if you'd like, but I must warn you whatever you say is viable to be sold." He took a step backwards and spun around, his excitement at the potential for secrets every human had overtaking him for a moment. "Its not like I care about you in any way. I'm just interested in your truth. However, I would say, from what I've seen of you so far, a mutt would be a downright cruel way to describe a person like yourself."
[//]
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 1:35 pm
[ ■ With art you can runaway [ ♥ ] without leaving home ■ ] It was hard to get Lucy interested in anything besides what was going on inside her mind, but Izaya had caught her interest because, well, he had an interest in her. When Izaya had finished all of his explaining and questions, Lucy finally looked up from the table and starred at Izaya in the eyes. She didn't hardly stare anyone in the eye, because she had been told that her eyes were intimidating. She didn't mean for them to be, she just never had a sparkle in her eye or anything that brightened them up. She didn't think Izaya would be shook by her cold stare, so she gave him her full attention. She sighed only once during Izaya's opinion of her, and that's when he said she seemed to be wasting away. "I don't see myself wasting away. I take pictures as an art form, nothing more, nothing less. I don't care about other people's going-ons, my job as an artist, well, self-proclaimed artist, is to convey emotion and a mutual understanding that most people can understand." Lucy took a few more sips of her ice coffee in between explaining, just to wet her mouth and throat so she could do some more. "The coffee isn't so bad. It just takes getting used to. Besides, it's not hard to convince the workers to make a decent cup, if you know how to persuade them." Lucy seemed to have a talent of always getting her way, without ever doing anything. Her presence just gave off a vibe of 'you don't want to mess with that girl' or something along those lines. It wasn't that she came off as tough or a jerk, she was just weird. People were afraid of getting sacrificed by her. Lucy had been starring at Izaya the whole time she was talking, never looking away to think, and she didn't even know if she blinked. Lucy wasn't the best with social contact, because she often didn't get it. She was a bit...awkward, however, to explain the next part she did close her eyes and lean back in her chair, trying to imagine her response. "Sell all the information you want about me, I can't imagine anyone who would want to buy..." Lucy then opened her eyes and starred at the ceiling, almost as if she had sensed something there. There was nothing there, however, she just had remembered things she had often had nightmares about. "...your one and only buyer wouldn't be around these parts. He's too busy in Italy..." She then broke her attention away from the ceiling, and starred back into Izaya's eyes. Lucy was getting better at conversation, but not by much. "My story is nothing worth mentioning. If you traveled to Italy or met an Italian resident and mentioned my name you could have your story." Lucy knew that anyone from Italy's idea of her would be completely contorted, rude, and wrong. However, she didn't care. She couldn't change a whole countries opinion about her, so why should she worry? She knew who she was and what she was, it didn't matter what everyone else thought. [//525]
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:08 pm
[[Lucy is exiting on account of slow roleplaying. No offense, I'm just bored.]]
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:58 pm
____Izaya Orihara___________ "I love love love love love love humans, but remember I love humans in general not anybody in particular. "
A few minutes after the girl had left the cafe Izaya broke out into laughter. He could not help himself. He just loved humans far too much. "Ahahahaha! I love humans!" He shouted, uncaring for the scene he was causing. Sometimes he was just too overwhelmed with his emotions, that he had no control over his actions. Evidenced when a bit of his soul wavelength escaped and sliced his terrible coffee straight in two. His chat with the girl had been enjoyable, but he had other business to get too. Tomorrow would be a new day, he would have new customers, and new contacts to meet. He could not spend all his time in one place after all. Izaya was far too busy a man for that. He grabbed a towel from his pocket and began to wipe up the coffee he had spilled on the floor. Despite the fact that he believed it belonged there, rather than in his stomach. Terrible Coffee. Izaya had no dreams or goals in particular, but if he had to name one, it would be nice to buy this store and turn it into an underground hangout of sorts. That would attract all sorts of interesting human beings to him. Until then he was stuck trading information. Though he laughed like a villian, he was none other than Izaya the information broker. Not exactly evil, but not nice either. He was just himself. Simple as that. Well, not really simple. Humans were never as simple as they seemed. Thats why he loved them so much. And with that thought in mind, Izaya left the coffee shop.
[Exit]
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 5:24 pm
The sky was bright with the light of the great sun, a fine morning for a cup of coffee. A man sat in a booth, far from the front entrance. As the morning would go on so would the number of customers. The more people that gathered, the stranger the man began to act. A smile crept across his face as about sixteen people were in the shop total. His eyes jumped from person to person, nothing about him seemed right. His hair was bone white, his shirt blood red, and single white pearl tied to a necklace about his throat. “So many delicious young souls, living so care free…….pathetic.” after standing up the man approached the exit, turning around to face everyone inside. “Nothing you all do will change your fate!” the people in the coffee shop glanced about, unsure of exactly what the man was speaking of. A young girl clung to her mother in fear. The man’s smile was dark, blood thirsty. Lifting his right hand he uncurled his fingers, an orb of energy forming in his palm. The people went wide eyed before one woman screamed something about a witch. “Silence!!” as the man screamed he thrust his hand forward, the orb of energy flew forward at the woman, as it came into contact with her the energy expanded. This expansion took the form of a large explosion, obliterating half of the shop, including a good ten of the sixteen people. “Bahahahahah!” the man laughed for a good six seconds. The remaining people screamed in panic before rushing for the door. “Waste of time.” Lifting his left hand to the door, three orbs of light formed within the door frame. The people stopped dead in their tracks as the orbs expanded. The fire and energy pulsed within the explosion as the skin of the humans was ripped from the bone. Many vanished in the flames completely. The building was nothing more than a pile of rubble, the souls of the sixteen humans floating calmly. Holding his hand out, the souls gathered in his palm. Opening his mouth, the man began to eat them one by one. “Delicious!” the man began to laugh hysterically.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 1:47 pm
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ A single blue eye gazed upon nothing in particular, through the window of the newly reconstructed Deathbucks. Apparently a few weeks ago an incident occurred here, a number of deaths occurred as well. Even though that incident still dwelled within the citizens minds, days carried on, as they should. The shop was still busy like always, though that never once bothered her Such a place always stayed some level of quiet and this was all Juvela needed. As her tea sat upon the table before her, her mind ignored the small chatter and sounds of sipping and gulping. Her eye only gazed, thoughts on nothing more than what do do next. "There aren't many things to do these days" her mind thought as her lips gave a sigh. On such days, after grabbing she and her fathers desired deathbucks beverages, she would rush back to the home they shared, eager to aid him more, in his current experiment. But, that was all over now.
The unexplained death of her father still and would always give her nightmares, unexplained questions, which would rack her brain. Closing her eye, Juvela removed her head form her hand, the elbow propped upon the table and sighed a bit. It was quite lonely these days without him around. The only thing left was her memories of him, and the books she managed to find through the now torched home.
Taking her tea, Juvela took a sip, allowing that new found sadness to drift away. Though this experience gave her new found emotions, it wasn't the time for it. "That's right" Placing her cup down, the girl gazed back out the window, recalling her fathers wish, something she came across in the book he currently wrote is notes within. Though all of his notes were shrouded in code, the young girl was able to decode it. "Stay safe...." Recalling that made her cringe. Throughout the years her father showed much admiration towards his daughter, wanting to give her all his love and affection, almost just as much as another well known father. It, in the passing years annoyed her, making her detesting him, but she understood his feelings, somewhat.
Thinking about him, oddly made a small smile sweep upon her lips, something that the regulars hardly ever saw. The expression upon this girls face was always cold and void of expression, especially happiness from what they cold observe. And that always sent chills down there spine. But seeing this, the place suddenly experiencing such a sudden warmth, confused all the sat close by. "is she ok?" one person asked another. He could only shrug, soon though, his body trembled. "Mommy, im scared" a child cried. The mother of the child took hold of the small girl, gathering her and her drink, before departing quite quickly.
Feeling eyes upon her, Juvela turned her visible eye towards those around her, a confused look upon her face. "Hm?" Those that sat around quickly removed there gaze, resuming there drinking and conversations, though that uneasy feeling still resided within them all. Leaving it be, Juvela finished her tea and rose from her seat. With this newly normal routine out of the way, a new desired task was needed.
Leaving the shop, Juvela, without really thinking it through, began heading towards the graveyard. It was always quiet, the perfect place to enjoy the quietness and solitude. Ever since the departing if her father, she found herself in that place, quite often. With him no longer around to conduct experiments, she had nothing to occupy her time, no experiments to help aid in. With him gone, experimenting wasn't all that interesting anymore. But as she headed that way, soon realizing it, she decided to, like always now, to continue to decode her fathers notes, and aside from him wishing her to stay safe, his other wish resided within the back of her mind. "The DWMA..." { word count: 648 }
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