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Post by craig on Sept 7, 2009 19:38:55 GMT -5
Craig knew almost everyone could hear him, because his chain-jeans were jangling whenever he walked. That was okay. Everyone could deal. Or they didn't have to talk to him. Their choice.
Craig was glad to be out of his uniform. It was uncomfortable, itchy, and by god it was not his choice ot wear it! He'd rather wear his chain-jeans, ETF Tee, and black chucks! Because HE WANTED TO!
For some reason, Craig was feeling a bit grumpy today. Crossly, he flipped his bangs out of his eyes, and jingled into the Cafe. He was sort of unsure where he was until he sat down and looked at the glowing neon sign. He had found himself in Anabelle's Cafe, a place where he'd never been before. Huh. Well, okay.
Craig watched as a pretty waitress blushed and then walked over to him. "Can I get you anything today?" she asked, smiling nervously. "Ah. Sure. I'll have a Mocha Frap, if you don't mind." he said winking at her. She swooned slightly and hussled away toward the back of the store.
Craig sighed and slumped back in his booth, bored. He suddenyl felt compelled to take out his cell phone. ...Old messages...no texts...Jesus, my life is going nowhere.
Suddenly, his head snapped up as the little bell rang and the door flew open. Maybe somebody who actually had a personality was coming in! Interested, Craig watched the door.------------ [/color] Oufit ?! Red and black Escape the Fate T-shirt Black chucks with bright red laces Dark black jeans skinny jeans with chains hanging off of them Hair ?! The Usu (Usual) Other ?! Nothin', really.
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 7, 2009 23:23:40 GMT -5
Alex had picked black Pink Floyd tee-shirt she hadn't worn in years, as well as some jeans and a random pair of flats. She had to get rid of that awful skirt. SCA made clothing so unfun. She sat down in a booth near the corner, shaded and out of eyesight, and examined her chipped black nails. Annabelle Cafe. Where she usually went last year to get away from the snobs. Well, that was until the snobs and preps started working here.
"Excuse me," a voice sneered. Alex looked up to see a stuck up waitress who looked down on the world. "Are you going to order anything?"
"Yes, can I get a medium Carmel late and a peice of chocolate cake?" The waitress opened her mouth, probably to make a smart remark in her food choice, before she spoke again . "And, in my opinion, I think you should lay off the sweets, hun. You wouldn't want to not fit in that pretty pink designer dress, now would you? I mean, I'm sure you already bought the biggest size they had, and it's still a tight fit." Normally Alex wasn't this mean, but it was preppy snob. Who could blame Alex?
Tears welled up in the waitress's eyes as she ran off. A smirk spread over the seventeen year old's blood red, lipstick painted lips.(Outfit: www.hottopic.com/hottopic/Shoes/Flats/TUK-Kiss-Bow-Flats-398027.jspwww.hottopic.com/hottopic/Apparel/TShirts/BandTees/Trunk-Encore-Pink-Floyd-1975-Tee-147243.jspwww.hottopic.com/hottopic/Apparel/Bottoms/Denim/Zipper-Front-Black-Jeans-202344.jsp)
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Post by craig on Sept 8, 2009 15:30:08 GMT -5
OOC: O...m...g...Don't think I didn't see your signature, hon! Are you an ETF fan too?!
IC:
Craig looked after the girl who had walked in, his eyes full of fascination. He smirked and whistled quietly out of his booth, eyeing her up and down. His eyes were rebel-filled, and his tattoes seemed even more visible then before, because he wasn't wearing that terrible jacket.
He smirked when she smirked, because he had heard the short conversation she had had with the waitress. When the poor dear ran over, he snapped his fingers toward her and whistled a bit. The waitress walked over to him, sniffling and rubbing her eyes. "Can you believe that bi--" she started, but Craig stopped her. "Yeah, actually. I can. I was gonna ask you to bring her over here, if you don't mind. Tell her my booth is big enough for two, will you?" he added, smirking at her.
The waitress blinked, as if in bewilderment, but then scowled and walked back toward the girl. Craig waited to see her reaction. She'd either take his tude' or not, and that was the biggest think he found in a girl. Whether or not she could take the way he though.
--------- [/color] Note ?! GRAH! I simply LOVE Escape the Fate. My charri is based off of him...can you tell? xD[/size]
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 8, 2009 16:22:57 GMT -5
Alex blinked when she heard a guy wanted her to sit with him. Her eyes flashed, the waitress shrunk back as she stood up. She threw her hair over her shoulder (She did not flip her hair. Only sluts flipped their hair.), and marched over to where the guy was. "Who do you think you are?" She hissed though clentched teeth.
"If I wanted to sit with you, I would have came over to you and talked to you." She didn't like people, give her a break. She had bad experinces that was caused by people. You know that saying? The "Guns don't kill people, people do. Well if we just stood there yelling 'BANG', we wouldn't get far" one? Well, in her experiances, people killed people, and guns helped.(I listen to some ETF
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Post by craig on Sept 8, 2009 17:01:12 GMT -5
Craig's eyes glittered out of amusement when she hissed at him. "Now, I'm quite sorry. I really shouldn't have barged like that. . .Tsk, tsk, I suppose my respect for woman-kind is not exactly on it's mark today. Try again later." he smirked and look her up and down.
"Well, you gonna sit or what, babe?" he said, waving his hand vaguely at the place where she would sit. "Sits don't last forever, chick. This seat'll be taken in 5, maybe 4 minutes..." he glanced at her, then at his watch pointedly.[/size]
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 8, 2009 17:11:31 GMT -5
A growl escaped her throat. "Chick" and "Babe"? Who did this guy think he was? "Let's get one thing straight, man. I'm not your babe, I'm not your chick, either." She snarled. "I just spent came from a room filled with preps and slutty girls who think they can dance. I'm not in the mood to be messed with."
The waitress pranced out from the back with Alex's order and the guy's order. "I don't even know who the hell you are. Why would I want to sit with you?"
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Post by craig on Sept 8, 2009 17:20:56 GMT -5
Craig narrowed his eyes and drew the waitress forward absently. He picked up his coffee as she set it down, then sipped it and said, "Listen; I know where you're coming from. I ain't so excited about being in a school surounded by sluts and jack-asses, alright? I never said I was! But that don't mean you need to act like a slut yourself!" he hissed, his mouth twisting into a frown. Then he smirked. "Although you don't look slutty, and you sure as hell don't sound very slutty."
"And I understand that most girls don't like it when I call them those names. It's in my blood, babe. It ain't gonna stop, no matter what the hell you do." Craig brushed his bangs away from his eyes. "And maybe you'd want to sit with me because. . .I promise I won't call you chick as of while we're here? Or. . .I create pretty interesting conversation? Pick your choose. Now, I don't have all day here. Sit or don't sit." he finished, looking satasified with himself.
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 8, 2009 17:30:26 GMT -5
A frown pulled her lips down. She slowly sat down, eyeing him warily. "You seem like a decent guy. I'm guessing that it wasn't up to you go go here. What did you do to get sent to this hell hole?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. She could still smell the girl's blood, even though it had been about a year since her death. Two lives with one bullet.
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Post by craig on Sept 8, 2009 17:37:59 GMT -5
Craig sighed and sat up, happy that she was talking to him now. "I got caught in a fight. You know, you were able to do it yesterday, but then somehow the cops find you today. That kinda thing. So they sent me to some fancy-shmancy court-house, and the fat guy with the hammer told me it was either behind bars or behind...well...fancier bars with less juveniles." he said with a wary smirk.
"You seem interesting enough. Why are you in this school-book hell, hm?" he wondered, smirking again.[/size]
OOC: Ack! So much smirking! xD
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 8, 2009 18:24:00 GMT -5
A small smile filled her lips. "Well, if you really want to know. But, tell anyone and I will personally see to it that you are six feet under. I was a kid, about fifteen. You see, I'm a foster child, and I was sent to this ghetto neighborhood. I just wanted a family. When I was thirteen the family I was sent to was involed with a gang called the Over Lords. I finally found my family. The gang accepted me.
"Then, two years later, they sent me on my first job. I was in- charge of taking the hostage. I told the guy I trusted the most to take the pregant girl by the door and hold the gun to her head. I didn't know it was loaded." Tears began welling up in her eyes as she played with the cup that held her drink. "He did what he was told. I thought her boyfriend wouldn't want her hurt, so he wouldn't try to play hero. I was so fucking wrong!
"He tried to save her. The trigger was pulled and her blood, Oh my god, her blood. It was all over me. They caught me, and I wouldn't tattle on the gang. They didn't have enough to put me in jail. I just walked in with the robbers. They had no proof, so they sent me here. The cops said I either went here, or else they'll find some way to put me away."
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Post by craig on Sept 8, 2009 19:23:58 GMT -5
Craig, no matter how much of a BA he was, couldn't stand to see girls cry. He reached out quickly with his hand and cupped hers. "Hm. The gang should have been blaimed, not an innocent ch--er. . .girl, like you." he said, trying to be sincere. But then he pulled his hand away and sipped his coffee.
"Enough with the tears!" he declared, smiling menacingly. "Tell me about you. You sing or have a calculator for a brain like all the other sluts here? I'm a singer. You know, the normal emo stuff..." he sang a bit of Situations by Escape the Fate, then looked at her. "You do anything?"[/color] ------------ [/color] Song ?! www.youtube.com/watch?v=USriZAMR2nAHe twas' singin' this ^^
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 8, 2009 19:34:36 GMT -5
"I mostly dance, but I do sing." She gave him a weak smile as she dried her tears with a napkin. She took a sip of her latte and began to think. A smile spread across her lips and she began singing. "You change your mind Like a girl changes clothes. Yeah, you PMS like a bitch I would know." Her voice rang though the nearly empty cafe. "I also have my fair share of brains."
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Post by craig on Sept 8, 2009 19:40:46 GMT -5
A smirk danced across Craig's face as she sang. He nodded his head in approval. "Hm. Brainy and pretty? You've got the whole package." he said coolly, his smirk still playing around his lips. Worthy enough to come to homecoming with me...Nah. It's too early. Suddenly, Craig glanced his watch. "Hm. Should we be off?" he wondered, smiling at her.
"You know, 'off' as in 'off to different places, although this conversation deeply interests me?'" he smirked at her.[/color]
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 8, 2009 19:46:43 GMT -5
"You can do what you want," Alex replied. "I'm gonna stay right here." Her eyes light up in realization. "You never told me your name, you know." A small smile played across her lips, mirth dancing in her brown eyes.
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Post by craig on Sept 8, 2009 19:50:46 GMT -5
Craig stood and looked at her. "I'm Craig. But you didn't tell me your name, either." he added, staring at her pointedly.[/color]
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