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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:10 pm
 A BellaRabenstein production with no plans.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:17 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRules~1) Do not major godmod: 'Speak or 'think' for another character' unless you control the other character.
2) Do not post as someone only to disappear and never post again.
3) Don't describe sexual intercourse. Time skip. If they must be described (such as a boyfriend/girlfriend catching them in the act) be discreet please...
4) Be nice outside of the role-play. I don't care if your character is a complete jerk, its -you- who needs to be respectful.
5) This rp has no future or past unless you help me write it. Any and all characters from any role-play can show up in Philadelphia at this time...but please keep in mind that this is a realistic rp, and I would rather not have futuristic or fantasy characters such as movie/book vampires in them. If your character is in a vampire cult for example, that's 'modern' compared to a Warewolf popping out from an alley and attacking someone.
6) No movie stars please unless your actually playing them. If its a model for Christina Ricci, be Christina Ricci. (I expect you to have done some research on them if you're going to use a real person)
7) I do not mind some paranormal twists, but this is meant to be a modern/realistic role-play.
8) If unsure about anything...contact me, but I would rather be pleasantly surprised.
9) Most important rule. Do not put your character's name in the picture. In your first few posts do not even say their names. Treat them like a storybook character and say: the girl in the red dress; etc. You can link a polyvore or make your own outfit, but do not list the name there either, just title the polyvore: Philadelphia 1. Only when another character asks who you are, can you add names to your posts/pictures/polyvores.
10) You may have as many characters as you want.
11) If one of your characters is 'time-skipping' with another character...for any reason...its up to whoever posts next to skip time with them or to continue on as the others 'disappear for a while'.
12) If need be, I will skip time to a few days or a few weeks afterwards.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:44 pm
This story involves the lives of a small group of individuals interconnected in ways they could not comprehend. Why were these people chosen? No one knows.
The only thing that we know that could possibly connect each person is grief. For one reason or another, big or small, these people are coping with the loss of something.
Perhaps that is what drove them into a small park neighborhood in North Philadelphia at 7:00pm. For some, a quiet coffee shop provided the perfect place for seclusion. For others, a bustling restaurant/bar was the eclipse to drown away their sorrows with a good time. Lastly, for the rest, a pleasant walk down the street or through the park reminded them of other times that perhaps would forever be lost. Whether drinking latte's or walking their dog, these people are about to be woven together in ways they could not have imagined. Coffee shop.
The Park
Restaurant/bar.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:00 pm
Let the madness begin!
Post as anyone, don't even bother with profiles because I do not want them.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 8:04 pm
 XXXXXXXXXX Seated at a table near the back of a little café was a rather well-known silvery blonde woman. With a black guitar case propped up against the wall, and a medium sized suit case holding it in place, the young woman didn’t have anything to worry about besides the plastic cup steaming on the table. Contrary to popular belief, the woman rarely went to the hottest clubs or restaurants when her old bands toured across Europe. No…the woman always found a coffee shop to hide in, and three years ago she had stumbled upon this one. It didn’t have the best coffee in the world, regardless of what the neon sign in the window proclaimed; but, it was quiet…and she had plenty to think about.
Two days ago, the band: Ravenous Requim publicly announced that it was leaving the music industry. Ravenous Requiem’s drummer: Trevor Ferris had overdosed at an after party two months before. They tried to audition, find another member, but to no avail. Everyone was grieving, and for once, music couldn’t solve it. The woman’s fake relationship with the lead singer: Darcy Becker had been exposed as a fraud, and since then…what few devoted fans that remained loyal to them could not console the band to stay together any longer. While a few members were auditioning for other bands, or even developing a solo career, the silver-blond bassist couldn’t find the heart to keep going.
“ I don‘t know what I‘m going to do…”, She mumbled to her latte as if the paper cup was a magic eight ball. Raising her right hand to grab the stir stick and twirl it about even though the sugar was stirred, she hoped that the steam would elevate her mood. Alas, the steam did little to nothing. It could have been raining outside, and the woman wouldn’t have been cheered. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t vengeful, she wasn’t even bitter…another band had run its course, and to audition again after having been in two failed bands…‘ Why bother waste the time?’ Playing was the only thing she could do well, and now she had to learn how to live without it. With fluid watering her eyes, the girl looked at a popular newspaper that she had picked up at a newstand a little while before. Hosting another popular band. Her eyes flickering over a dark-haired male that she had, at one point in time, spent a night with. ‘ Guess he got what he wanted.’ The woman took a sip of her coffee before letting her dyed silvery-white hair fall in front of her face.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 9:57 pm
Meanwhile, beside the water, a dark haired man sat on an aged park bench looking at a group of ducks waddling about the surface. It wasn’t that the ducks were interesting to him, or worth watching once he ran out of bread to feed them. It was simply that the young man had nowhere else to go. Without even so much as a backpack, the raven-haired man (who was naturally a brunette) had been kicked from a hitchiker’s van after eating at the restaurant nearby. The only sad thing about this situation? The ravenhead had no one to call. No family he could contact that owned a telephone. With a half-brother that was on drugs and working in a pizza shop, he couldn’t bring himself to ask the man to drive eight hours to pick him up and ‘rescue’ him from another problem. ‘ What do I do now?…’ The man thought to himself, just as he raised a curious brow.
For some reason the water was beginning to sway about uncomfortably, and a gale had begun to toy with his hair. Suddenly the warm weather had receded instantaneously. ‘ Ho man! Its going to storm…’ The man wasted no time in rushing into the nearest building and sitting down in a café chair. The man had little to no money in his pocket, but perhaps if he bought a coffee cookie, he might be allowed admittance at least until the building closed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:28 am
  "A double whiskey sour, please," the redhead spoke to the bartender, attempting to raise her quiet voice loud enough to speak up over the noisy restaurant. She was starting to regret coming here. Her intention when she left her new apartment was to just take a walk by the waterfront. Of course, when she caught the glimpse of the restaurant that her new/old boyfriend (an old ex from before her hospitalization) had taken to her when she moved to Philadelphia to be with him, she couldn't resist when she remembered they had a liquor license. This wasn't where she wanted to end up, but considering her other options - this was the best result she could have had.
"A double? Something weighing hard on that pretty little head?" the bartender responded to her request with a casual question. He was an aging man, probably a few years away from retirement. The way he stood on the other side of the bar, polishing the edge of it, just like she had seen in so many movies made her laugh a little, inwardly. The entire situation was incredibly cliche; she didn't think that it actually happened in real life. Apparently, she was wrong.
She waited for him to prepare the drink and set it down in front of her before she pulled out some cash from her wallet. Quickly the man waved his hand through the air, adding a, "It's on the house." She smiled and thanked him for his generosity, despite the growing worry that her unhappiness was painted all over her face. Either that, or the bartender was just very well versed in being able to read emotions. With that, the man walked away to serve someone else, leaving her to sit there alone taking a few sips from her drink. The taste of the alcohol was quite overpowering and she began to regret her decision. With a sigh, she placed the barely-touched drink back onto the wood surface of the bar and walked past all the happy people to exit the restaurant. "That was a stupid idea," she muttered to herself as she began walking without much of a destination in mind.
It had been hard to adjust after her hospitalization ended. The entire time she spent between those walls, all she could ever think about was how happy she would be when she was out. She'd worked hard at her recovery and was finally able to bring herself back to a somewhat normal frame of mind where eating was concerned. Her drug use had almost completely stopped as well. Everyone was so proud of her and she could still see the smiles on her family's faces when they came to get her the day she was released. It all seemed sunshine and rainbows - until she realized that the outside world functioned much differently than the structure of the hospital.
Her first course of action was to try to track down the man who had become the love of her life; a man she had met while she was on the inside. A man she had attempted escape with, only to horribly fail and be forced to return. A man who was transferred to another hospital and she was permitted no access to speak with. Unfortunately her search was cut short when she realized she had no idea where he could be. Hospital's didn't take too kindly to blindly being called and questioned about someone's whereabouts. It had been exceptionally difficult, but she had to move on - for her own sanity. She told herself that if she never managed to cross paths with him again that it was just fate's way of telling her it was never meant to be.
It hadn't taken long before her old boyfriend - the one who had completely abandoned her when she was first admitted, came crawling back claiming that he was a changed man. Perhaps she was just distraught from being unable to contact the man she really wanted, perhaps she was just in a vulnerable state of mind from being thrown back out into the real world - whatever the case was, she agreed to give him another shot. Months moved by so quickly and before she knew it they were moving in together in their new apartment in Philly. He had to move for his job and she... wasn't held down by anything.
It didn't take long for him to return to his old ways. He hadn't become the kind and caring individual he claimed to be; or if he was, the transformation was short lived before everything was back to the way it used to be. Even she noticed a few of her old behaviors she thought she had kicked creeping back upon her. Most of the weight she had gained to put her back in the "healthy" category was slipping away from her again. She had even toyed with the idea of finding someone to purchase illicit substances from when the fights with her boyfriend grew intense. Anything to make the pain go away.
After feeling a few stray raindrops fall down upon her pale skin, she decided that it would be best to get inside the nearest shop that she could find until it stopped. She hated being caught out in the rain. The nearest place happened to be a small coffee shop, and although she wasn't much of a coffee drinker anymore - she still walked up to the barista and ordered a cup full of piping hot black liquid. Coffee in hand, she sat down at a table in the corner. Her eyes gazed around the room to see that there were a few other individuals seated in the small cafe as well. None of them looked particularly enthused to be where they were. One girl, who had a silvery vibrance to her hair even looked as if she was about to shed a tear right there at her table.
OOC: Face it, y'all saw this one coming. She's only my favorite roleplay character I've ever created, it was only a given I'd plop her in here as well. XD
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 7:49 pm
  She loved walking in the rain, it seems. Perhaps even more so now. With all the people scattering into the nearest building to escape the wet droplets; it made it less likely that she was going to run into someone from her past. She felt like she needed to look over her shoulder just a little bit less. Of course, she probably never really needed to glance over her shoulder to ensure that no one spotted her; no one that would know her in this new town. No one here knew about her past. No one knew about how she spent most of her time looking death straight in the eye. No one really knew her at all. She had taken a simple job as a barista at a local coffee shop while she decided what she was going to do with the rest of her life - and there were a few coworkers she would chit-chat with. Nothing major. She couldn't get attached. Not with what was facing her now.
When she and her closest friends had a run in with some rather sketchy individuals, she had assumed the situation had made her a stronger person. The entire tight-knit group had drifted apart after everything that happened at that lakehouse, but she still managed to stay in contact with all of them. They were, after all, her friends from childhood. She began to date the guy she had fallen for when she thought her life was in danger, but once everything calmed down - things seemed to be coming up roses.
Of course, it could never, ever be that easy. It only took months of constant doctors visits before she was given the grim news. She knew she was sick but she had absolutely no idea how sick. At first she had hid it from him; from everyone. She pretended that things were much better than they were. She lied about where she was going when her doctor's appointments became more frequent. It was hard to keep up the facade and she hated every second of it. Eventually, she just decided she couldn't do it anymore.
As the blonde stood at the edge of the water, staring down in her reflection as the rain came down - she could see the scene that had played out the night she left in her memory. It had been a night much like any other; she was spending the night with her boyfriend. She was probably much more affectionate than usual with him, fully knowing that when he woke up the next morning she wouldn't be there. Fully knowing that he would never see her again. Sure, he would try to find her. He would enlist the help of the others as well - but it wouldn't matter. By the time they realized she was on the other side of the continent it would be too late. She didn't figure that she had that much time left anyhow.
She lied in bed for a while after his eyes closed, completely unaware of what he was about to face when they opened again. She barely moved; she barely breathed. She just sat partially upright with her fingers absentmindedly stroking through his hair. One by one, tears started to escape her eyes and begun to roll down her cheeks; she was thankful he was a heavy sleeper. Surely, if he woke up at any point before she left she would be completely unable to force herself to leave. But it wouldn't be fair to him. It wouldn't be fair to any of them. She didn't want them to have to see her die. "I love you..." she whispered in the quietest tone that she could muster up once she gathered the strength to rise up out of the bed; but not before giving the boy one more goodbye kiss. With that, she was gone.
Another thing she always enjoyed about the rain was its incredible way of masking when one was crying. Just replaying the last scene she had spent in her old town was enough to bring back all of the somber emotions she had felt that night. You did what was best. You have to stop dwelling on it. She found herself constantly having to remind herself of that. She needed to do something to keep her mind off of everything. Fortunately, she was only a block away from her workplace; a small cafe not too far from the park where she currently stood. She decided that her best bet would be going in and grabbing a hot beverage; perhaps partaking in some small talk with whoever happened to be working the shift that night.
It didn't take her very long to reach the cafe, although when she finally walked inside where it was dry and warm, she realized just how badly she'd been rained on standing out in the cold reminiscing on the past. Attempting to ignore everything currently going on in her head, she made her way over to the young woman who was standing behind the counter; Jessica. An employee who started working right after she was hired. The two hadn't really talked much; and she'd be lying if she said she had hoped someone else was working. Nevertheless, she decided to walk up and order herself something anyway. "Just an earl grey tea, black," she spoke softly, her eyes wandering around the room at the handful of people who were seated about. Craving some sort of human interaction, she elected to sit down next to one of the people who looked like they too, were lost in their thoughts. A raven-haired boy with heavily tattooed arms.
"Penny for your thoughts," she stated, breathing across the cup which contained the beverage too hot to start sipping from just yet.
OOC: I love that extra emotional time of the month. Not going to lie, I bawled like a ******** baby writing this. Holy moley. This post has a theme song, which made writing it that much harder. link. Sorry guys. I'll be less depressing next time I promise. Don't be shocked if I edit the format, I've been fighting it all night. XD
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 8:33 pm
  Hoisted at the dock a mile from the park, a brunette man in his late twenties sat in a small boat watching the cloudy sky. Beside him rested a female basset hound that kept whining from the toss and turn of the harbour water. It was at one such whine that the older gentleman turned his attention from the sky and closed the opened journal with a thud. No matter how long he spent scribbling away at his leather-bound journal, the distractions would always arise. If it wasn’t a mild storm, it was his adorable pooch. If not for the dog, it was his…neighbours who proceeded to knock on his door or ask for a monthly docking fee. Twice a year the man left his dog in the care of another boatman and left on a fishing boat to earn enough money to last the remainder of the year. As it was, fishing season had just come to a close for this rusty brown-haired man, but even now, the sea continued its morbid call. Bouncing about in unsettled motions as if she knew that he would be away for quite a few months. The dog whined again when the waves began to toss the boat, and the man rolled his eyes and patted the poor girl on the top of her head.
“ Callie…there aren‘t any hurricanes here.”, Speaking in soft, affectionate tones, the dog’s tail began to wag about but her frown concluded that she was not convinced. Waddling her short basset legs towards the miniature staircase leading to the hatch in the tiny ship, Callie pawed at the steps with a serious expression being pinned towards the man. Nature was calling; in more ways than one. ‘…I could use a walk as well.’ And the freshly shaved man changed into a clean pair of clothes before reaching for the canine’s pink leash and smiling towards her.
“ Come ere‘ girl.”, The dog barked, which made the man squint his eyes painfully from the small space, and bobbled over to let her owner clip the leash on her collar. The dog wiggled about excitedly upon having her leash attached, and impatiently waited for her owner to put on his coat, place an old pen into his journal for a bookmark, and stuff the book into his coat pocket. Completing the cold day with a scarf, Callie began to whine her complaints of her owner taking so very long. Dancing about as if she really had to go when she just wanted to go to the park today. Rain or shine.
Within moments, the hatch was opened, and the brunette man and the bumbling callie hobbled out of the opening. Soon the hatch was locked, and the man carried his dog over the inch of space between the edge of the boat and the dock holding it to shore. ‘ Silly dog..,what have you been eating girl?’, laughing, though the man rarely laughed, the brunette set Callie down on the dock before locking the end of the leash around his hand and letting her lead him towards the park as raindrops fell against his cheek. Strange how the window of the boat didn‘t give away the fact that it was sprinkling. ‘ Looks like its raining sooner than I thought…’ Wiping the fluid from his face, the man began to somewhat jog to give Callie a little bit of exercise. The sprinkling slowly became a stronger, heavier, rain, and the young man turned around to see the harbour water stirring about like an invisible giant started splashing in it. ‘ Guess we’ll be staying in a hotel room girl…’
The dog seemed to bark excitedly at the scent wafting out from the restaurant, so the young man led his dog away and crossed the street. While her owner was hardly recognizable in his coat, scarf, and ridiculous haircut; the dog was quite well known around the little neighbourhood. Known for trouble. The dog had…means of persuasion like any and all girls that the rusty-brown haired man knew. As such, the dog saw the little café that sold special peanut butter dog treats that she assumed she got for free. Rushing into the building, the man had to draw back on the reigns and playfully growl to get her to slow down.
“ Callie! Stop this! No cookies today!”, the dog was just too excited to stop and thus tried to pull her owner through the door. She wasn’t strong enough to do so, even with gaining some extra tub over the summer, but the young man saw the specials declare a home-made vegetable soup that he had tasted before and found to be mighty appetising. ‘ Oh alright…just because it‘s raining.’ Not holding eye-contact out of habit from being a fisherman, the brunette man happened to see Jessica behind the counter and he waved before reaching for his wallet pocket. Another clerk working there, who he knew not their name, spotted Callie and rushed out with a peanut butter treat for her. Who of course sat there like a good girl and wagged her tail about in glee for. The man let out a small chuckle, as if dealing with a hyperactive child that was just too cute to be irritated by. Being spotted by the other person behind the counter, the man squinted towards the menu and stared for a moment. Didn’t matter how often he had come to this little café, he always checked the menu before ordering the same thing.
“ I‘ll take a cup of the special, and a black coffee.”, The man slid his debit card across the counter as his hair cascaded over his face. A long time ago, well, a very short time it seemed to him, the man was a patient at the nearby psych ward just forty miles outside Philadelphia. Before a failed escape where an anonymous call turned them in, the man had very nearly gotten out of the dungeon (as he called it) home free. Having been trapped in one hospital for ten years when he was re-captured and sent back to the psych ward, he went into remission. Not necessarily from the stress of being confined again, or from being off of his medication for so long, but because he wasn’t allowed to see a very special person anymore. It was meant to be an analysis to judge his mental health; but, it felt more like a punishment. His darker personality broke through the cracks. Assaulted an orderly who was just trying to hand him a small paper cup with pills. For that, they transferred him to another hospital. When one only experienced the world like a goldfish looking out a window, one got used to being taken care of. Proving his sanity was the hard thing. It took trying a new medication for the man to summon up the courage to lie about his condition.
For six months he never changed back into his other self, and the man hadn’t anything else to hope for except seeing a special someone once again. Of course, when he came back to the old hospital to visit her, she wasn’t there. While he had a sister with open arms waiting for him to go back home to Washington, the man had ventured here…near the hospital he had stayed at, in the hopes of bumping into the woman he had fallen for after being best friends with for many years. He never saw her, and he probably never would. The man had accepted that. Bought a dog, bought a boat, and just lingered. Perhaps a small part of him had given up, because he stopped searching faces in every room he walked into. She was a ghost from his past that would always be meaningful. Callie, who he called Ally when no one was around, never noticed the picture hanging up in his boat or the cheap old red notebook that he had used as a journal back at the asylum.
Being handed his coffee, caffeinated instead of Asylum-grade decaf, the man waited for his cup of red broth soup to be handed to him in a paper cup.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 9:07 pm
Purchasing a coffee cookie, the man had less than five dollars to his name as he sat down at the nearest table and opened the cookie that was purposefully hard. Without coffee, he could very well injure his jaw, so he just sort of stared at it and grumbled. ‘ When I‘m hungry enough, I guess I‘ll just suck on it to death.’ If it didn’t cut him first, the man concluded with a laugh. Trapped in Philadelphia, the man closed his eyes and let his forehead sink into his hand. ‘ What the hell am I going to do?’, The man peeked out from in-between his fingers to see the rain beginning to pour even more. ‘ Perfect.’ The man was then interrupted by the sound of a woman sitting next to him.
“ Penny for your thoughts,”, The sad thing was that the man needed the pennies. Letting out a chuckle, the man then offered a smile before turning his head and seeing a very kind-looking blonde. She looked compassionate, so perhaps she would know of a place nearby that might help the situation he presently found himself in. ‘ Heh, what to say now…’
“ To be honest, I have so many thoughts in my head, that pennies just wont cover them.” He chuckled to show that he was joking.
“ What about you? What brings you into a little coffee shop? Just escaping te rain like I am?”.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 8:52 am
Time seemed like it was standing still inside the walls of the small cafe. It felt like the entire world was propelling itself forward as fast as it possibly could, but for this tiny little nook; time made an exception. She couldn't decide if that was to the benefit or the detriment of everyone within its walls. Regardless, she took another sip from the cup held in her hand. The thought of perhaps getting up and talking to someone else in the cafe quickly subsided. Right now she was actually somewhat content with the bit of peaceful solitude she had managed to find.
Instead she sat there absentmindedly watching the people who were going in and out. Aside from the blonde who had come in to order a tea, there didn't seem to be much action going on after she arrived. Understandably so, most people were nestled away in their homes at this hour. "I‘ll take a cup of the special, and a black coffee." She had been looking down at her cup when she heard the voice that her brain demanded was familiar. She couldn't quite place it; it sounded slightly different. Older. Looking up from her drink she caught a glimpse of the man who the sound emanated from. From the view of the side of his face he didn't look like anyone she could have possibly known. She was about to dismiss the entire situation when he turned his head enough for her to catch a glimpse of his facial structure.
"No, it couldn't be," she whispered quietly to herself, almost unaware that she had actually verbalized the words outside of her mind. But it certainly looked like him.... The voice matched perfectly with the face she was most certain that she was looking at. It had to be him. But what were the odds? What were the chances that of all the cities she decided to move to, this happened to be the one where he was? Maybe this was where he was transferred to? I wonder if he's still in the hospital and managed to get a day pass. Maybe he's actually out now. After a few moments on inward contemplation, she finally managed to convince herself that there was no harm in getting up to ask if he was who she thought he was. Hell, she knew that if he was who she thought, she wouldn't need to open her mouth to say anything. She looked exactly the same as she had back then, he would most certainly recognize her. But what if he hasn't been looking for me?
Rising from her chair, the took a few hesitant steps. Each one filling her with more and more doubt. She had stayed at the same hospital where she had met him until she was finally discharged. She even spent some with her family, all of which she had at one point or another told him about. If he wanted to find her, he probably could have. But he didn't. Maybe he didn't want to? Just... say hi. At least you'll know. She was only a few paces away from him now. Any second she would need to open her mouth to say something, or risk him thinking that she was some crazy person. "H-"
"Ally! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you, you had me worried sick!" another familiar voice seemed to appear out of the blue. She had been so wrapped up in thinking about the man she thought had gotten away that she hadn't even noticed her boyfriend walk into the cafe. She wasn't sure why he would be worried about her. She had told him she was going for a walk, but perhaps when it started to rain he assumed that she would have started to head home.
"It started raining, I just ducked in here so I didn't come home looking like a drowned rat," she responded with a laugh that was clearly forced. She was so close and now she felt like everything she had worked herself up to had been taken away. There was no way that she could ask the man if he was who she thought he was now. Not with her boyfriend standing right there. Of course, he wasn't the overly jealous type - but he knew about her "long lost love". Certainly he wouldn't approve of the fact she was trying to reconnect with him now that she was attached to someone else. "I've got the car around the block, I'll take you home so you don't have to get drenched. Really got to start bringing that umbrella, Al." With that, he wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her towards the entrance of the cafe. She wanted to look back. She just wanted to make eye contact with the man she was sure she was looking for, but even that seemed so far out of her reach.
Once they were outside, he shuffled quickly around the building to the direction of his car, expecting her to be swiftly in tow. But something was stopping her. She knew that she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she let this opportunity pass. She had spent so much time looking for him, and he very well could have been standing not more than two feet away from her while she was in the cafe. If she let this opportunity slip, there was no telling if she would get it again. Clearly this was fate's way of showing her that maybe things were meant to be. She had to be sure.
"Oh shoot! I left my bag inside. Wait for me in the car, okay? I'll only be two seconds!" she blatantly lied. She hadn't brought her bag with her, only the small wallet of cash that was currently in her pocket. But he didn't need to know that. She'd come up with an explanation later. Right now, she just needed to get back inside. "Okay, make it quick. I hate driving in this traffic in the rain." She smiled until she was facing away from him before rolling her eyes. There wasn't traffic at this hour. But he always found something to gripe about.
He quickly disappeared in the direction of his car and just as quickly she found herself back at the entrance of the cafe. Only once again she was pausing with her hand on the door. Once again unsure if she was going to be able to talk to him. The rain poured down onto her head as she stood there, unable to move. Sooner or later she was going to have to make up her mind. She either walked in to "retrieve her forgotten bag" or she turned around and went back to her boyfriend. She was frightened. Frightened that it wouldn't be who she thought it was and she would have to face the disappointment that she had tried so hard to move on from. But moreso than that, she was afraid he no longer thought about her; no longer cared... no longer loved her. Her fear immobilized her, leaving her unable to bring herself to walk inside of the cafe once again. But at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to go to the car where her boyfriend was waiting. She had a decision to make and at the current moment she was completely unable to make it.
OOC: . . .
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 12:50 pm
She wasn't sure why she chose to sat down and start up a conversation with someone she had never met before but she knew that she was starting to regret it. Oh well, it didn't matter. She couldn't just stand up and walk away now; that would be too rude. Perhaps she just wanted someone to tell her story to; despite the fact that she knew that wasn't a likely scenario. She feared that the moment someone knew that she was in hiding that she would need to up and leave once again. All anyone would need to do would be to go online and see one of the many internet groups started up in hopes of finding her, and inform them of her whereabouts. No. She needed to keep quiet. But that didn't mean she couldn't take her mind off of her troubles by listening to someone else's.
"To be honest, I have so many thoughts in my head, that pennies just wont cover them." She laughed at his comment. A part of he was ready to open up her wallet and reveal whatever she happened to be carrying on her, asking if that was enough. However, she quickly realized that probably wouldn't be the greatest idea. After all, she had no idea who this person was. " What about you? What brings you into a little coffee shop? Just escaping te rain like I am?" She smiled. She wasn't exactly escaping the rain; she didn't mind it at all. She would have stayed out until the droplets had soaked her clothing to her skin. However, she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts. Solitude was becoming too much for her. "I love the rain; but I needed something to keep my mind busy," she replied, adding the last part in a quickened tone, so hopefully he wouldn't ask her what was going on. If he did, she would most certainly lie. "The name is Demetria. Call me Dem," there came a lie. That was most certainly not her name, but she felt it only proper to introduce herself. It was the name that everyone in this town knew her by, so that was good enough. As far as anyone was concerned, that was who she was.
She longed to be able to talk to someone; anyone. She wanted to be able to ask an outsider opinion on if she'd made the right decision. Guilt always seemed to have a way of overwhelming her; especially when her mind wandered to the topic of the people she cared about the most. She wondered what they were up to at this current moment. Was he dating someone else now? A part of her wanted him to move on and be happy with someone else; someone who's life wasn't ticking away at a rapid pace. Maybe if he hated her it would be easier if he ever found out the truth. Maybe if he was angry with her for disappearing it would be easier to forget her. But at the same time, she didn't want to be forgotten. She missed him more than she could begin to quantify, and a small part of her hoped that he still missed her as well.
"So how about I buy you a coffee and you tell me what's on your mind?" she quickly extended the offer of a beverage, seeing that he wasn't drinking anything like the others in the room. She hoped her act of generosity would keep him talking about himself so she could escape her own doom-and-gloom thoughts.
OOC: Just to not confuse anyone who might recognize this character, she lied about what her name was. Since she's trying to be in hiding and assumed a new name when she came to the new place. XD
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 7:59 pm
A young blonde woman wearing a yellow dress and a rather large sweater zipped up half way came across a small and quaint coffee shop. She tucked her short blonde hair behind her ears as she bumped into a small dog tethered to a pole. She smiled gently as she bent forward and stroked the dog under her chin and then ducked into the coffee shop. There seemed to be many people there, and she felt entirely alone still. Her heart just seemed to have been plucked out of her chest and replaced with a hollow loneliness never to be filled again. She stood in line at the coffee shop, her white ballet flats tapped against the tile.
She wasn't even sure what she wanted, she just wanted something to distract her from the emptiness in her chest. Ever since she lost the two men in her life she had fallen deeply in love with, it felt like they took her heart with them.She sighed and turned away from the line and decided to just pet the dog instead. After the longest time of not smiling, that dog seemed to bring some form of a smile to her lips. She knelt down on her knees and gently scratched the behind the dog's ears.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 8:51 pm
“ Ally! There you are! I‘ve been looking everywhere for you, you had me worried sick!”, At just hearing the name ‘Ally’ the man’s eyes widened considerably, and he choked on the gulp of coffee mid-sip. ‘ Ally? There‘s an Allyson in here?’, There were probably thousands of Allyson’s in the state, much less Philadelphia. But in the same coffee shop as himself? The man couldn’t resist turning his head around just to -check- and see who it was that he had failed to notice upon entering the shop. The man saw a glimpse of red hair, and all of a sudden his heart began to pound. At first he looked away, because it was rude to stare, but then he saw a glimpse of her face, and his pounding heart began to throb like a hummingbird. ‘ Ohmigod. ’ The man couldn’t even process, he just tried to lock eye-contact as the girl he still felt for.
“ It started raining, I just ducked in here so I didn‘t come home looking like a drowned rat.”, Her voice sounded the same as always, and his eyes softened as he realized what was happening. Her and this man were living together.
“ I‘ve got the car around the block, I‘ll take you home so you don‘t have to get drenched. Really got to start bringing that umbrella, Al.”, The man was like a statue as the girl he was once insanely devoted to walk out of the coffee shop and out of his life again. His brown eyes watching her arm fold around the stranger’s waist, the brunette’s eyes sank in disheartened remorse. When their eyes met, the man smiled his best; but his heart was in his throat. Seeing her again reopened wounds that had been stitched shut, and seeing her with another man was not the way he had imagined them ever meeting again. If they met again, because now she wasn’t even in the shop.
Forgetting about the soup on the counter, the coffee in his hand, and the adorable pooch at his feet; the man rushed towards another window to watch the girl leave with that other man. ‘ So she‘s moved on.’, He couldn’t help but feel a dull ache in his chest at the thought, but it had been years…he couldn’t just assume that she would be single when and if they met again. ‘ Funny how I didn‘t consider this before…’ When he couldn’t see them anymore, the man stood there for a moment to let the reality of her absence linger in his brain. That was that…she was gone. Again. What could he possibly do? Rush outside and beg her to remember him? Confess his old feelings for her, and hope for some return when she was already in a relationship with someone else? He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t ruin whatever she had now, just because they had a past together.
But the chance that she might come back to the café and recognize him…
The man paced inside the café before smiling towards the woman that worked there and setting the handle of the leash on the counter for some blonde woman to grab. He didn’t recognize her, but Callie was certainly dog-happy to enjoy her company. Smiling at the blonde, whoever she was, the man walked out of the café prepared to jog once or twice up and down the street when he saw the very person he was waiting for standing outside the café. His heart freezing in his throat, the man could feel freshman anxiety trembling in his fingers as he walked forward and swallowed the worry in his throat. He’d been imagining this moment for so long, certainly he could manage a ‘hello’.
“ Allyson?…Ally Misner?”, The man wet his lips apprehensively as he continued to walk towards her.
“ Its me. Daniel Cleaver…”, only now feeling ice cubes in his stomach, the man hesitated in one place. ‘ Please say you remember me.’
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 4:57 am
 ▌ ▌ ▌ Have we seen the actual realityFILLIT
... of a monstrous crime?║│█║▌│█│║▌│BIGFILLERTHING XXXXXXXXX 
"Will you ever come home?"
"I doubt it... Go to sleep."
"I have the night shift"
"Then get to work!"
Click
Frustrating, it was just incredibly frustrating, but it was also for the better. He couldn't control home, Tokyo had won and chased away it's most notorious dyed red head. Well, not that notorious, but whoever met this man knew to keep out of his way or to deal with his less than pleasant demeanour. Most of what he had left behind -in an almost desperate attempt to escape his mind- no longer tried to reach him. One male remained, but he simply hadn't thought of the possibility that the red head would leave after what had happened. How could it have been expected? Especially with the coldness of his occupation.
The call had been rather unwelcome. It happened always when the mind was just distracted enough to forget. The past would then call and bring back that anger, that helpless kind of anger right back to the red head. The control had been long gone. There hadn't been a day that had gone as he wanted and today was no different. It was his free day and the red head had hoped to discover a bit of the city he had fled to.
Philadelphia had been a coincidental choice. It had picked the way Jews did, you just shove a knitting needle or another long object through your country on a globe and checked where it came out. As it occurred, the needle came out right next to the name of this town. It wasn't a perfect choice, but one of the better ones possible. The red head wasn't well verse in other languages and his English was broken at best. Where he worked there was a man name Tom, but the red head had never managed to pronounce it better than To~hm~. Half the words in the language were a curse, but the Japanese red head knew he would manage. He just had to resist that urge to start writing signs when he had to write something.
Discovery of this city apparently was out of the question or so the weather decided. The red head knew how to ignore rain, but this downpour insisted that he found somewhere to hide till it was over. As luck would have it he wasn't far from a small coffee shop. He entered and went to the line to order a coffee to spend the time with. As luck would have it -or bad luck- there was a dog there that didn't seem to like the red head much. From as soon as it saw the five foot four short male it decided to growl with it's ears flat. The red head responded to it with something of a glare which in turn made the dog whine and then shut up. The male however felt that he had disturbed the blonde that had been enjoying he flattery of the dog. He could at least be polite...
"Gomen nasai.... I mean... Sorry, I not mean to..." , He seemed to look for the right word. "Disturb your dog ...miss." The red head's voice seemed a bit forced and broken, but at the same time quite formal and distant. It at least seemed like this blonde woman owned the dog, especially with how it decided it was a good plan to nudge more against her leg whilst looking suspiciously at the male that had just excused himself.
she'd better not be a xenophobe
((I admit... I couldn't resist... hope I don't start hating his accent in two posts))
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