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Post by flick lani austin on Aug 10, 2009 12:25:45 GMT -5
  well it's a big big city and it's always the same [/i][/color] CAN NEVER BE TOO PRETTY, TELL ME YOUR NAME.[/size][/color] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Being in University was so different from being in High School. Flick thought she was taking the change things quite well. She wasn't behind in her courses and worked hard to achieve good marks. It was only September, so she hadn't been at it too long. After class that morning, she decided to head to the cyber cafe to work on an assignment she had to write for her Creative Writing course. Writing was something she loved, and she was so happy to be in the course. It had been awhile since she had the time to write, and now she was able to do it for school. The assignment was a short story, the first real assignment for the class. They had been doing some tools of trade work, looking at other pieces of work, etc etc. But this was the first assignment of the semester. Flick couldn't wait to dig in and write away. Taking her laptop with her, she headed towards the cafe.
The cafe wasn't very busy. It was around 2:30pm when Flick sat down at a table and opened up her laptop. Booting it up, she waited to see a picture of her and her husky, Fletch, smiling back at her. A small smile spread on her pink lips as she looked at it, before her fingers flew over the keys to type in her password. The screen turned blue as it started to log in and load her settings. Taking advantage of that time, the brunette grabbed her wallet and walked a few paces to the counter. The guy behind it came over with a smile. "What can I get you?" he asked politely. "I'll have a large english breakfast tea please, with two sugars and milk." Once her tea was in hand and she had paid, Flick made her way back to her seat which was only steps away. The computer was now on her desktop, a picture of her and her parents in Disneyworld a few years ago. On the table, the tea cup left a small ring around the base. Not wanting it to get near her laptop, Flick stood yet again to grab napkins, which she placed uncer the cup.
Start > All Programs > Microsoft Office Tools. Flick's eyes darted around the screen as she opened Microsoft Office to start writing. Tapping her fingers over the keys, she didn't start to type, but to think. Where to start? Back pressing against the chair, legs crossed one over the other, she sat there for a moment, before deciding to listen to music. It always helped her get ideas flowing. She grabbed her earbuds and stuck them into the front of the laptop, opening her iTunes. What helped her best when she wrote was classical music or music without words. In this case, she decided to listen to Into Dust by Ashtar Command. Though there was singing, it wasn't until half way through and it was very peaceful and calming. Biting her lip, she ran her fingers over the keys gently. Something would hit any minute now... notes: (: ta da. status: complete. credits: * KISS MY SASS @ caution - template. ZIP! (me!) - graphics words: five hundred fifteen. outfit: hey good lookin'lyrics whistle for choir - the fratellis. |
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Post by rotod on Aug 10, 2009 21:57:24 GMT -5
Marcello had a fun summer, for the most part. High school was over, thankfully. After that, he figured the whole world was there to explore – until his father came along for a visit. An unexpected, angry-at-his-once-grades visit from his father. Ugh, the four-day lecture regarding his plans went nonstop, even to this day as Marcello entered the café! “When does your next class start, boy?” his father texted him. Marcello sighed, turning off his flip phone and placing it back into his right pocket. “Right now,” He mumbled to himself. “And as the professor says, no phones are allowed on.”
The miniature bell above the door jingled happily, as he casted it open with his knee. His hands held a stack of books and notepads, proving no help. He paid no attention to the obviously clear room as he walked over to an empty table near Flick. Yet to realize a familiar face from high school, he walked quickly over to the counter. Mmm, coffee, something he loved. “Just a cup of coffee, no additives,” He told the counterman, who obeyed in robotic motion. Marcello took the foam cup, decorated with comical steaming cups of espresso, paid the dollar in quarters, and then went back to his seat. Watered down like usual. He could not help but think to himself as he took a sip. If his father worked here, the coffee would be so bitter; your eyebrows would probably burn off. That is how his father likes it anyway.
He sighed to himself once more. After his father returned to his life a month ago, Marcello could not think of anything else. The back of his head hurt, he could feel eyes burning in the back of his head. Marcello Senior’s eyes for sure. Avoiding paranoid, he focused his view away from the cup and ecology books, to the café. Wow, there really was no one here. Him, the counterman, an athletic teacher, and a girl – he knew. His attention caught on Flick, the brunette listening to music.
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Post by flick lani austin on Aug 12, 2009 9:09:29 GMT -5
well it's a big big city and it's always the same [/i][/color] CAN NEVER BE TOO PRETTY, TELL ME YOUR NAME.[/size][/color] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] The smell of coffee surrounded each customer as soon as they walked in, and didn't leave them until they had long after walked out. It was hard to enter the cafe and leave empty handed. Whether the addictive smell of coffee caught you in a trap, or a mouth watering biscotti caught your eye, you were bound to buy something. The warm welcoming staff made your experience all the more enjoyable, not to mention the atmosphere.
Flick wasn't huge on coffee, hense the tea that she was lifting towards her mouth. The hot liquid drained from the cup into her throat, warming every part of her before she put it down. The only thing that didn't bother her was the smell of coffee, which she could be around forever, it was practically intoxicating. Taste was another story. Speaking of stories, Flick was already on a roll with her's. She had began the first paragraph a few minutes ago, and was already finished. Her fingers left the keys and she sat back to look at her work. Her eyes began to scan over the screen, taking in what she had wrote.
After rereading it over, changing a sentence, and reading it again she smiled slightly. "Not bad..." she muttered to herself. Instinctively she looked around to see if anyone had really heard her, and a surprising sight caught her eye. Plucking a pink earbud out of her ear, she smiled. "Hey Marcello," she greeted friendly. "Fancy meeting you here," she smiled widely, before taking another small sip of her tea. "Got time to sit?" she asked, motioning to the empty seat across from her.
Since first meeting Marcello, Flick had been pretty good friends with him. He lived just up the block, worked at her favourite bookstore, and attended the same school as her. It was hard not to pass by when she was doing basically anything, but she didn't mind. Marcello was a nice guy, and in her opinion, made for a good friend. notes: kinda lame :S status: complete. credits: * KISS MY SASS @ caution - template. ZIP! (me!) - graphics words: three hundred thirty five. outfit: hey good lookin'lyrics whistle for choir - the fratellis. |
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