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Post by Isabella Dawn on Oct 17, 2007 20:51:14 GMT -5
The early afternoon rush hour for lunch was just the same is the witch city. Isabella walked slowly up to the coffee shop for some latte and a sandwich. She placed her order and waited patiently until her name was called. Walking slowly to a small corner booth near the window she sat down and began to eat as she went into one of her dazes. Isabella's hand moved in circles over her sandwich to change it into her turkey club. She sighed as her gaze looked around the cafe. There was no one interesting in these places.
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» lucas morphine
Junior Blood
Lucas
hiding behind a mask; this mask, is all i've got
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Post by » lucas morphine on Oct 17, 2007 21:00:12 GMT -5
Luke didn't usually make it a practice to come 'out and about' and 'socialize' in the daytime. However. He was hungry, and hadn't eaten in a rough guess of.... About seventy-two hours. He needed some food. From foot to head he was decked out in, black combat boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a slightly faded black jean jacket. Of course this came with his leather choker and black leather fingerless gloves that stretched part way up his arms.
He walked into the coffee shop, careful not to bump into anyone. He placed his order and as son as his name was called, he grabbed it. The girl that handed this to him, was being flirtatious, brushing his hand with her fingers. An overwhelming feeling of fear and terror filled his being briefly, as his vision flashed before him of a girl being gang raped and abused. It was this girl, who was grinning at him now. He swallowed hard and shot her a sympathetic look which she didn't truly understand. He then turned around and noticed every seat was full, except one that was with this other girl at the table. He scoffed and rolled his dark eyes, preparing to just leave and take his order somewhere less, crowded... [/size][/color] |
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