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Post by Nikki on Sept 24, 2007 2:57:31 GMT -5
Nikki sat in the farther end of the cafe in a huge lounging chair. He seemed absorbed in a very thick book titled 'The Forsaken'. He was wrapped up in his huge trench coat, which he very rarily wore. It seemed as though he has been wearing it more recently. Ever since his 'other self' began to show himself a more, he's been keeping his distance from people, even his beloved one. His guitar, Grand Finale, sat beside him.
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Post by M.A.R.K. on Sept 27, 2007 1:46:31 GMT -5
Mark was deep in thought thinking of his new house. At least what he was calling home for now. He saw the tall cafe, seeing that he had just woke up he walked in wondering if he was to put out his smoke, but he didn't Mark really rather wait till someone complained and told him something stupid like "Please sir...WE ALL share the air" he found a table to sit at. Like most stores Mark started to listen and see what kind of music they were playing. Yet at the same time he was taking notice to the area the people inside the same room as him. He noticed a fellow sitting alone, the same as himself this was a time to be alone. Because Mark didn't make such good 'first impressions'....
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Post by Nikki on Sept 30, 2007 4:35:43 GMT -5
Nikki smiled. Then he grinned. Then a slight laugh was let out. The book he read was great. The memoires made him happy as he gently closed his thick book and placed it on the table in front of him. He slightly glanced over at the Grand Finale reached for it. The patrons within the cafe always enjoyed when he played his beautiful guitar. The vampire strumed a few notes as it gave off an almost alien, but very beautiful sound. Play your soul, my beauty, he thought to his instument.
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Post by Elena on Sept 30, 2007 5:11:50 GMT -5
(is this the one ?)
Elena walked into the cafe. she wore her hair down and her 5th dress, white with some black to it and some nice flowered patterns down to the rem, it fell to just below her knees. she wore no coat and had black healed laced shoes. she looked around and noticed a guy with a guitar she smiled but headed for the counter, trying to decied on what to have.
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Post by Nikki on Sept 30, 2007 5:28:42 GMT -5
((Yeppers. :3))
His eyes closed, Nikki began to play an extremely simple song, though it sounded as though it were extremely complicated. He hummed with his music, his voice calm and soothing. A subtle smile was on his face, a few strands of crimson hair found it's way to his face. Tears formed in his eyes but he kept on playing. The song meant something dear to him. The song was that same song he played when he met her.
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Post by Elena on Sept 30, 2007 5:30:53 GMT -5
Elena ordered a take out mug of coffee and payed for it then turned around, the song the guy was playing was great indeed and yet Elena noticed sadness in his face she didnt want to just go sit down by him, so she sat 2 seats from him and watched.
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Post by Nikki on Sept 30, 2007 5:39:42 GMT -5
Nikki's eyes were remained shut as continued to strum. "It's my favorite song to play," Nikki said, sencing someone near him.
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Post by Elena on Sept 30, 2007 5:49:47 GMT -5
Elena slightly blushed and nodded looking at him "its very lovely and your very good at it." she smiled a little and looked across the room seeing someone else, someone she knew was not normal, she looked back at the man and some how knew the same. "how long have you been able to play?" she asked hoping it wouldnt distract him
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Post by Nikki on Sept 30, 2007 5:57:47 GMT -5
"All my... Life." He slowed to a stop and lingered for a monent before placing his guitar down. He wiped his eyes and wiggled his arms out of this coat, revealing a pair of arms full of decoration. "Stringed instruments are my happiness."
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Post by Elena on Sept 30, 2007 6:01:02 GMT -5
she smiled "i can play the violin and harp, apart from that its the piano and flute." she smiled a little and then down at her coffee. "how did you get all of them?" she asked then reazling she had asked a very personal question "im sorry you dont have to answer that... it was rude of me to ask." if her grandmother had heard her ask it she would have gotten cliped around the ear, it was something a girl did not ask a man.
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Post by Nikki on Sept 30, 2007 6:08:37 GMT -5
"My scars? I've had them all my life, since I was very, very young." He rolled his neck around, cracking it several times. "Sibling rivalry, really."
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Post by Elena on Sept 30, 2007 6:13:08 GMT -5
"oh." she nodded, she had a siblings, she looked out the window and watched some people walk by "dont get along with them?" she sank into her chair "i have problems getting along with my family, buts its not the same." she sipped her coffee and placed it down again folding her arms and then letting them rest on the table, "so a random question, you dont have to answer it but do you have tattoos?"
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Post by M.A.R.K. on Oct 5, 2007 9:52:16 GMT -5
Mark still sat and turned his head a little down to the floor in the strangers direction as he started to play on his guitar. To Mark it was a new sound something entertaining almost distracting him from his own thoughts. Then the girl entered almost over dressed but not extreme not like what he seen so far at the house he stayed at. When the two started to talk Mark stood up and removed his coat letting it catch some air before he wrapped the shoulders onto the chair he was sitting at. He heavily walked to the counter and got himself a Coffee noting special just a plain black coffee then walked back to his seat. Soon he was now getting a little bored and confident enough to start up a convo with someone.
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Post by Elena on Oct 6, 2007 0:04:40 GMT -5
Elena lifted her head noticing a man walking to the towards the counter, she watched him carefully trying to figure out what he was. she smiled towards him, but only a little not knowing if he had noticed or not. she turned to the man she had been talking to "im sorry you dont have to answer that question." she remembered him saying something about being young "you sound as if you have seen much in your time, the way you said when you where young, i mean you cant be that old can you? you look rather young." she looked over to the other man twirling her coffee in her hands, not realizing it had lifted from the table and was hovering just above it. 'though he seems young also' she thought
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Post by M.A.R.K. on Oct 7, 2007 3:44:33 GMT -5
Mark had turned his chair half way to the other couple so he could take a little glance. He noticed the cup in her hands and he raised his eyebrow then turn back to his own thinking Mark then picked up his own black coffee and took a few drinks of the warm drug feeling the burn go down his throat running threw his whole body.
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