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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 12:39 pm
He sat at a small table located as far from the entrance and as close to the wall as humanly possible, heavy boots up on the empty chair across from him and a steaming cup of decaf sitting to one side; he had his laptop open, but was writing manual notes onto paper. As engrossed as he was, he still cast a suspicious look over the comings and goings of the crowd every minute or so, head popping up like a constant tic. Arkin knew nothing about Destiny City, save that he’d never been there before. And it had one hell of a missing person’s list: where did all those people go? He’d heard a rumor about cult activity, but if there was a new religion doing any recruiting they were awfully quiet about it. That wasn’t unheard of, but it did make things harder. If the rumor were true, he’d have to find a member and procure an invite. So far he’d made a list of the usual religious groups operating in Destiny City, but none fit a profile that fit with with the total isolation of new members (either by choice or otherwise) or the abduction of unwilling participants. Then there were the two (strange) opposing groups that he wasn’t sure fit into the cult category, but their novelty and unique presence interested him.. Not that he felt he could trust the few media interviews he could dig up. Thus he was digging deeper, using free Wifi and the Tor browser as he searched for the clues that would connect everything. A group of high schoolers burst into the cafe laughing raucously just as he was reaching for his decaf. The sound set off his fight or flight reflex and his arm jerked with surprise, slamming into the mug and sending it flying just as Fiona was walking by. Luckily it had cooled considerably since he’d started drinking it, so there was no need to worry about burns… which might have meant an ambulance and - worse - police. “Damn it!” He jerked his legs down with a thump, causing the table to teeter ominously before he swung his hands down on the top to keep it from toppling. Nuxaz Here's a start. I hope it works for you! Please let me know if anything needs to be changed. Also sorry for ruining her boots with nasty decaf rather than proper coffee >_>;;
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 2:47 pm
Fiona liked coffee, a lot, both for the taste and the way it amplified her already teeming energy reserves. She particularly liked the atmosphere of the coffee shops she found herself in two, three times a day. There was something about the smell of a freshly opened bag of beans and the hiss of milk being steamed that was utterly relaxing.
Normally, she have specific places she liked to go and she felt obligated, due to two friends working for a particular one but to day she went with whatever was closest.
She'd slept like s**t and barely managed to pull herself together before rushing out of the house. She'd run into some issues with contractors and was in a significantly poor mood when she came striding into the shop in a pair of knee high brown riding boots and a sundress. It seemed as though today was simply not her day when a cup came flying past her accompanied by the unpleasant splash of lukewarm coffee against her skin and into her boots.
A startled shriek drew the attention of most people around her as she stumbled back, mismatched eyes wide and head swiveling to find the offender who dared to throw coffee on her. Her irritable factor dropped six points when she spotted frazzled Floyd who was scrambling to keep his table upright.
Huffing a sigh she stepped towards him, slender hands grasping the table and any contents that threatened to fall and pushing it to it's correct upright position.
"You doing okay?"slothtopus you're absolutely golden <3
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 8:14 am
Oh no. No-no-no-no! This wasn't good. It was one thing to spill his coffee and quite another to have everyone turn and look. Why did she have to make so much noise? Was she trying to get attention? Arkin scrambled to shut both his laptop and his notebook in a hurry, afraid that the girl might get a look (even though his notes were in code and totally unreadable to anyone else). He attempted to shove them into his bag while talking. "Fine, just fine. Don't cry over spilled coffee, right?" He didn't apologize for splashing her with it - at the moment he was too concerned about detection. In his mind, the attention she'd brought about by yelping was a bigger offense than his soaking her legs. Someone from a nearby table waved a handful of napkins in Arkin's direction - trying to be nice, probably, but he found it awfully suspect - causing his focus to snap away for a second as he struggled to interpret the offering. It took him a full beat before he snatched the napkins with a muttered: "Yeah, thanks..." He bunched the napkins in his hands as if uncertain what to do with them. Most of his coffee was on the ground, but he hesitated to crouch in such a crowded place. In the end he held the bunched napkins out at the woman, expression a mix of anxiety and confusion.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 5:56 pm
At first, Fiona had half a mind to snap at the man who spilled coffee all over her and couldn't seemed to be bothered to apologize but then, when she got a good look at him something stopped her. She frowned, blue and green eyes narrowing in irritation that a sharp intake of breath helped to soothe, but held her tongue.
There was a time and place for public tongue lashing and this wasn't it.
Not when the man seemed jittery and paranoid.
There was no way she could miss the hasty way he attempted to hide everything the way working on. Which, in someways seemed silly to her. Why work in public if you were gonna be shady as hell whenever anyone came to close to you?
She exhaled slowly before reaching for the offered napkins, making it a point to avoid touching him. Something told her that if she touched him, it would cause a poor reaction, so she split them and handed half back before bending to wipe the cold and now sticky liquid from her skin. It was then that she realized, to her frustration, that she'd have to change her boots if she wanted to properly clean herself off.
Slender fingers reached for the coffee cub and when she stood she looked at him and his expression. "I'll snag a barista to clean up the rest of the mess. Do you want a new one to go?"
Fiona was offering to be nice, the guy looked like he was having a bad day.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 11:44 am
Every day was a bad day, as far as Arkin was concerned. Well, sometimes it was an "uncommonly good" day, but it was still bad underneath it all; "better than usual" didn't exactly translate into "good." He was a little slow to take back the unwanted napkins and it took him another moment to realize that she probably thought he should clean up the coffee that hadn't hit her. Really? Isn't that what employees were for? The idea of crouching on the ground wasn't particularly safe in Arkin's opinion. Not wanting to cause more of a scene, he looped the strap of his bag around one arm before kneeling carefully on the ground. He poked at the spilled coffee with a wadded napkin, eyes darting around distractedly. Was this part of some elaborate plan? Sure, he'd spilled his coffee, but a truly good spy could make you think that it was your fault when it wasn't. This thought process was interrupted by the.. spy?.. asking him if he wanted more coffee and telling him that she was going to bring a barista. His heart rate quickened, but he tried to convince himself to calm down. "Yeah. Sure." He was missing something. Oh yeah, right. "Thanks."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 8:01 pm
Fiona watched the man with consideration, head tilted slightly as if she were trying to understand him and his odder behavior. If she'd known what was going on in his head, she probably wouldn't have bothered even glancing at him contemplatively. Still, the woman was trying to be a nice person to what seemed to be a very frazzled man.
She had to be honest that she didn't have an inkling of a clue to what was going on in the man's mind but after he assented, she moved to step away before hesitating.
"What should I get you?" She asked a little more tentatively than normal. It really should have been him buying a drink for her considering he threw coffee all over her but -
It was fine. She could be the bigger person. Maybe.
"Spilled coffee's nothing to freak about right?" She shrugged trying to lighten the mood while she waited for him to tell her how he took his coffee.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 8:14 pm
As tiny as he happened to be, it wasn't really all that hard to be the bigger person (har har). He swallowed and shuffled sopping napkins around on the floor. Hopefully one of the employees would take care of the problem when the spy(?) let them know that there had been a spill. Unfortunately that meant he'd have to find a new place to loiter. "Decaf." At least he was a cheep date, right? He'd add his own dose of sweetener; he didn't mind the taste of black coffee, but appreciated the extra energy from the sugar since he couldn't partake of caffeine the way he might have liked to. "Yeah... Right. Nothing to freak out about." Was she implying that he was freaking out? Was his anxiety that obvious? Well damn. Arkin made a mental note to calm the hell down before he earned even more attention to himself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 8:48 am
Fiona's expression was one of concern and something else that was harder to read when she looked at the man who'd spilled all over her. She couldn't help but wonder what made him so jittery and well, crass. It was terribly tempting to ask him what his deal was but Fiona knew she needed to be better than that.
"Decaf, got it," she replied with a nod before turning on her heel and walking towards the counter that thankfully was lineless. She told them first about the spill, gesturing over at the table where Arkin still sat and watched as a staff member came out from behind the counter and fetched a mop and bucket to clean it up.
Then she ordered her drink, an iced nonfat vanilla latte and a medium decaf cup of coffee for the stranger. She didn't bother returning in the intermittent and opted to wait at the counter after she paid for hers. If she didn't have to spend awkward time standing next to him.
Upon receiving her latte, she picked up both cups and returned to Arkin's table, offering him his cup with a tentative smile. "Fresh brew."
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2016 3:52 pm
Arkin edged away from the table - and the spill - when he noticed and employee headed that direction with the mop. Instead he stood to the side, fiddling awkwardly with the strap of his bag as he waited for the coffee that the woman didn't owe him, but that she'd said she would bring. The employee thanked Fiona for letting them know about the spill and was nice enough to discount the replacement drinks for her, charging more for the cups than for the coffee. Arkin shifted from foot-to-foot as she re-approached, licking his lips. He could't have looked more anxious had he actively been trying. He reached for the cup, grasping the strap of his bag for dear life with the other hand. "Decaf, right? It's gotta be decaf. ... I mean.. thanks. Yeah. Thanks." Nuxaz A billion apologies for the wait. Life was like 'you have to do stuff.'
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 11:12 am
Fiona ached to ask the man why he was so jittery, what made him so anxious because it clearly couldn't be the caffeine, but she didn't. She was smart enough to know that it would make things worse if she did. So, instead she smiled weakly and nodded, reminding herself that she was capable of handling anything.
Even this strange gentleman.
"Decaf, I promise." Fiona assured him, despite absently wondering if I promise weighed anything with someone so clearly on edge. "My name is Fiona." She offered in hopes that he'd see it as a type of truce.
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