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Post by lilith nerezza on Aug 7, 2008 12:51:34 GMT -5
Lily scowled as she walked the surprisingly somewhat empty streets of port angeles. An umbrella was open and being held in her right hand, the rain had refused to stop that day and it had ruined her once in a blue moon shopping trip. Of course she was bored, she always shopped when she had absolutly nothing to do, and today was another one of those days.
She entered a small coffee shop that looked busy because of the weather, most of the tables full she went up in line to order a small cappichino. She paid the man and recieved her order a few moments later and luckily a tabel opened up, and she quickly grabbed it before anyone else did.
She looked outside, it started to rain harder along with a rumble of thunder now and then. She was glad she got out of the storm before it got to bad, though she was still angry that it ruined her day. She sighed and took a sip of her drink and pulled out a notepad and a pencil to start doodling on till the rain let up.
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isabel moore.
Vampire
the moral this time is: girls make boys cry.
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Post by isabel moore. on Aug 9, 2008 16:14:02 GMT -5
"Typical," Isabel mumbled to herself. The rain poured around her as she pulled her hood over her head. Maybe it was her own fault for being stupid enough not to bring an umbrella out with her - it was always raining in forks, it was common sense to take some sort of waterproof protection with you whenever you left the house. Or it was just her bad luck kicking in once again. She sighed as her damp hood began sticking to her head while bundling up the bags in her hands, attempting to keep the contents inside dry.
Turning a corner, the vampire girl finally came across one of the only coffee shops in Forks Angeles. The place was so small, there weren't any Starbucks' or Café Nero's, just simple old coffee shops. There was a small sigh on her behalf as she looked through the window. It seemed that most of the people in Forks had stolen her idea to take shelter in the coffee shop, because nearly all of the tables were full. Isabel stepped inside anyway, not wanting to be in the rain for much longer. She pulled her hood off of her head and ran a hand through her soaking wet hair. She joined the back of the queue and hoped that her hair didn't dry and make her look like some kind of pink poodle. That wouldn't be good.
Isabel finally reached the front of the line. She ordered her hot chocolate, ignoring anybody who was looking at her sideways because of the colour of her hair. It was something she'd gotten used to by now. There was a small yawn as she turned around, only to see that the place was still packed. It really wasn't her day today. She chewed her lip as her eyes studied the room, still a golden colour from the animal blood she had been drinking the night before. There were no empty tables left at all. Isabel blew her fringe out of her face, wondering if it was possible for her to squeeze onto a table anywhere. |
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Post by lilith nerezza on Aug 9, 2008 21:39:34 GMT -5
Lily mummbled under her breath, she looked up to see only more people to walk in and the rain still hadn't let up. She looked down at her drink, half-way gone already she would have to get up soon to get another one or just leave. The first notebook page was about half-way full of little doodles, quotes, sayings, and even some lyrics that just randomly poped into her head over the past moments.
She looked around, her blue eyes scanning over people's faces, either looking to see if she knew anyone or if she was simply people watching she wasn't sure herself. One gil stood out the most, her hair was bright pink and she noticed that she wasn't the only one staring at her.
After a few moments, the room somehow became crampt, and she swore she felt some type of claustrophobia set in. She wondered how many people wanted to sit down, it really would'nt matter to her if she shared a table with someone.
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