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  1. FuzzyBlueLights Traverse Town Homebody

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    His hair was combed neatly, a bit of gel here and there, and his black locks curled and shifted to his designs and into what he thought was a charming but cool looking style. His glasses where wiped cleaned, dismantled and re-tightened before he put them back on his face. Nothing would make them fall off, not today! The sleeves of his shirt were black, and in the center of his shirt were two black eyes with white in the center of them. Closer examination showed that his shirt was a cute panda head. His jeans were a fitting and a normal shade of black, and they were held up by the black and white checkered belt that adorned his waist. And as he laced up his black and white converse, he grinned and glanced at his bed side clock which told him that he had forty minutes to get where he was going.

    He slipped his tiny red camera in his pocket, took a deep breath that filled him with courage but didn't stop the rapid beating of his heart. "Well they say that bravery is just hiding your fear very well.." He slapped both his cheeks at the same time to shock the nervousness out of him. His car keys entered the space beside his camera in his pocket and he was out the door, once again he somehow beat Madeline to the cafe, with two hours too spare. There was no way anyone would come to a cafe date, over twenty minutes (9:40am) early...except maybe... Madeline. He double checked for her car too, and glanced up and down the street as he ignored the cafe for a moment and crossed the street to a small flower shop across the street. He left the store missing twelve dollars, but he'd gain some confidence and a prim red rose, and his nerves even seemed to calm down.

    A quick hop and a skip back across the street and he found himself in front of the door of the cafe, which seemed to make that meager confidence boost from purchasing the rose, vanish. Shutting his eyes and clutching the handle to the front door, he breathed softly, in and out and in and out. But that took so long that he was stuck holding open the door for at least four other people. One of which, noted his rose, and wished him luck.

    "Thank you, sir, I'm a pretty lucky guy, so it'll work out." He said shaking the man's hand but before long he was dragged into a bit of conversation, apparently, he looked like the man's grandson...a lot.
     
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    Aileen took the bobby pins and elastic out of her hair, and used her fingers to comb through it. The bun she had tied caused her hair to become a bit wavy, but she did not mind it too much. Her morning practice time had finished. Aileen looked at the clock hanging high on the dressing room wall. It was roughly 10 am. She got to the studio at 6. 4 hours of good practice time...she smiled and thought to herself. Ballet was what she loved. Ballet...and food. She was hungry.
    As she carefully packed her dance attire into her sports bag, she also pulled out a small bag of yogurt covered blueberries from her brown leather bag. She placed her sports bag into her assigned locker and locked it up. Aileen then threw on her blue knit sweater and leather bag. While walking out of the studio, she checked her outfit and hair in one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Satisfied, she walked out.
    She ate her snack on the way to the bus stop and realized that she had no other plans for the day. She didn't have much homework so she had planned to leave it until tomorrow. I wonder if Brian, has any plans...
    Aileen bit on her snack bag to hold it as she used both hands to open and pull her phone out of her bag. She continued to hold it in her mouth as she texted her best friend. [see text here]
    She dropped her phone back into her bag and continued to eat her blueberries. At the bus stop, she sat on the bench and waited to see if Brian would text her back before the bus arrived.
     
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    xxxxxxxxxx This morning had been a little different from yesterday morning. Her mind was clear, and there wasn't much to worry about. Perhaps the worst thing about yesterday was not repeatedly seeing the same sixteen people at school, but seeing Melissa. While Kallisti was fairly good at reading other people, she honestly couldn't tell if Melissa was telling her father she was depressed for the money, or because that's what she actually believed. For the former option, it would make her a horrid human being, and she would absolutely tell her father, and for the latter, well . . . She was only trying to help.

    The first of December, but it wasn't yet Winter. She decided to wear brown, nice and warm, and not uncomfortable at all, how nice . . . She was very content with her progress yesterday, with the kids of the e-mail, hopefully the ones she personally invited were coming.

    Well, she felt refreshed and content, for the time being, so what were her plans for the day? Perhaps she should stay in and practice? That would cancel the need of her having to wear such warm clothing, or maybe she should go out for coffee? She preferred tea over, but it seemed like a coffee day. Or maybe hot chocolate.

    Perhaps she would go to a different cafe, today. She just had a feeling about Mr. Paschal's " I am going father. " she called out, and when she got a confirmation or " Be safe, Kallisti, " she sighed and left her house.

    A different cafe . . . She cringed slightly at the thought with bad feelings. She was nothing if not loyal to something she loved. Well . . . There was always room for new things. And that's why, at almost 10:00am, she found herself inside Mr. Paschal's cafe, sighing and walking in to see Thomas talking to Mr. Paschal. She made her way up to the counter, and began to order, " Good morning, Thomas, " she said, conversationally, " What brings you here this morning? "

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    Weak sunlight enter Brian's lavender room through the small window above his bed. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he sat up and stretched. Oh how his muscles ached, especially his knee from that spill he had yesterday. He was still a little upset over Madeline, but it was just water under the bridge now. Brian wasn't very skilled at holding grudges, even if some people deserved it.

    Yawning again, the boy got out of bed and walked over to the mirror above his dresser. Ugh, he hated bed head. Quickly, he brushed it out into neat strands. He always parted his hair to the right (from his perspective), a typical trademark of the sixteen year old. Satisfied, he bent down and took out a pair of tan pants, a white long-sleeved shirt, a cute red sweater, a boxer, and some shin-high white socks. He then moved to his rack of scarves he had hanging in the closet. He had just the right one in mind; one of Brian's favorite scarves was his tan, black, and red one. It was one of the first ones he bought, and he absolutely adored it to death. Finally, he took out a pair of simple brown loafers.

    Quickly putting on his clothing, Brian returned to the mirror to be deemed acceptable or not. He adjusted a few stray strands of hair and put on a layer of chapstick. Slipping it into his left pocket, the boy then reached for his body spray. It smelled of lavender, but wasn't a strong fragrance; even those with the most sensitive of noses could tolerate it, or so he's been told. Spraying it on himself in all over, the boy gazed into the mirror and smiled.

    Suddenly, he heard a strong vibration coming from the end table by his bed. Must be Aileen. Jumping onto the bed, stomach first, Brian eagerly checked the message. He read it, contemplated it for a second, then sent a new message. Of course it was Aileen, who else would it be?
     
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    He yawned softly, and saw someone stand beside him. He placed a big grin on his face when he discovered that the person beside him was Q. "Hey! This place must be good. You don't seem like the type for having bad tastes. Maddy too." He thought about what he should tell her, he didn't want Madeline to think he was telling everyone about their meeting. But he was so excited, so he opened his mouth and said, "I'm actually planning to meet Madeline here...I asked her out!"

    Suddenly an alarm outside began to blare and he knew it was his. "That's me." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, heading out the door and towards his car.

    Once he disabled it, he sighed and shoved his fingers into his pockets, standing outside and scanning the parking lot. He didn't see Maddy yet.
     
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    She was conflicted. She had found herself awake at 8am, which was ridiculous. This was stupid. She was stupid. Why was she even considering this date? ...That was obvious, actually. Dark Madness was everything she loved thrown into a store. Fabrics and dresses, accessories, anime, Asian music and snacks...Everything. If she went with Thomas, she would be able to splurge without wasting a cent of her money. She could tolerate him for a few hours, couldn't she?

    She found herself laying there for another hour, eyes locked onto the ceiling. She couldn't move. Or, she didn't want to. What doors would this open? If she actually showed up, what would become of them? She didn't truly want to lead him on and use him. Somewhere deep down inside, she knew that. It was annoying when he frowned (though she rarely saw it). It was annoying when he looked defeated, or hurt. It bothered her. That didn't stop her from being who she was, though, and who she was would hurt him.

    She rolled onto her stomach, gazing out at her finger tips. What to do, what to do...

    Her mind rolled back to the first time they had made their agreement. A photoshoot, for a little time with her, he had said. He was naive. He was pathetic, like a child. It was obvious she was taking advantage of him, but he either didn't notice or he didn't care. This upset her. Why did he like her? Why not...Someone like Quin?What was she going to do?

    She gazed at her phone once before directing her eyes to her backpack. The pictures were in there. All but one...The picture with him and her that he had emailed her last night after their conversation on Tumblr. He looks so ridiculous happy, just to be next to her. It was sickening, offensive, gut wrenching and sad. A thought popped into her head that maybe she should date him. He would spoil her rotten, after all. She'd get all of the photoshoots and Dark Madness trips in the world. ...This thought only made her feel worse. She was such a terrible person. Someone like him shouldn't be with someone like her. Still...

    She curled up and hugged her pillow to her stomach, letting out a deep, exasperated sigh. The air seemed thicker than usual down there for some reason. Maybe she would go. ...But there was no way she would be on time. No way at all. She would make him wait.

    With that, she got up to get dressed for their...date.

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    How pitiful.

    Then again, this was predetermined. She had to admit, it was a bit unfair to him. His love was in the works before the game had even started; twisting, coiling and locking around his Fate like the thorny stem of a rose.

    If only he hadn't asked her out on that date.

    If only the other's hadn't doubted her...If only, if only.

    Then, perhaps poor, sweet Thomas would have stood a chance.

    It was too late now though. Much too late.

    She would have to make an example out of him.

    Maybe she would make it up to him later. ...Maybe.

    Cafe De Vermeil was quite lovely on the inside. It was calming. The warm, welcoming colors paired with the scent of fresh coffee and the smiling faces would make anyone feel at home. The outside, though, was not the most aesthetically pleasing at all. The color of the building was washed out and defaced with graffiti....The parking lot was littered with trash.

    The owner was a kind and gracious man, of course, but he was definitely a bit careless with maintenance. He felt that so long as the inside was inciting and clean enough, and the essentials were there, it would be a lot cheaper just to do basic fixing up. Because of that carelessness, the building itself needed quite a bit of work done! The most hazardous thing was that damned sign (x) on the top of the roof. CAFE DE VERMEIL is thick cursive, plastered to a rickety maroon-hued stand. Mr. Paschal had been meaning to change that for a more modern look, but hadn't gotten around to it yet.

    What a shame.

    As Thomas stood outside of the cafe waiting for Madeline, he was completely oblivious to the untwisting screws above him. There was an unusually strong gust of wind today that pushed and whipped around the sign mercilessly. Hey, don't blame me. He had to have heard the creaking. He had enough time to move. ...Or maybe he was too worried about how late 'Maddy' was to notice? Regardless...

    One...

    Two...

    THREE...!

    With the final gust of wind, CAFE DE VERMEIL couldn't take anymore. Years of neglect and rust had made this all too easy. Wires snapped and screws popped; the giant letters began to violently tumble down from the roof. Onlookers gasped and shouted, those from inside the cafe turned their attention to the commotion.

    "LOOK OUT! MOVE!!" Someone screamed towards Thomas, but it was too late. He gazed up with confusion and--

    SQUISH.

     
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    Temperance looked up from her cold scrambled eggs at the sound of her name. She had just been debating giving up and leaving. She had to meet josh later anyways. They were supposed to go to a movie for their anniversary. She gave cherno a small wave, acknowledging his presence. Temperance was glad he made it. She wasn't one to tolerate being stood up.

    The only people that went to restaurants and ate alone were losers. She took a bite of honeydew melon and gestured to the open seat across from her. "Good morning cherno. Are you okay? You look a little...winded?" It was cute actually. He must have left in an awful hurry.

    She turned away from him and began digging through her purse, pulling out a slip of paper. It was folded in fourths and temperance placed it on the table beside her plate. She waved at the counter for the waitress to refill her iced tea and gave cherno a small smile.
     
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    xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Perhaps it is because things are sinking in?
    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx There is no running away from destiny, after all . . . 100 days . . .

    P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .
    O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R .

    xxxxxxxxxx " Hey! This place must be good," Kallisti raised an eyebrow, " You don't seem like the type for having bad tastes. Maddy, too. " Maddy . . . ? Surely he meant Madeline, " Yes . . . I suppose so. " she replied with a hint of a smile, though not really amused.

    He seemed fairly excited by a prospect of something, but she couldn't figure out what - " I'm actually planning to meet Madeline here . . . I asked her out! " he told her excitedly, and inwardly, Kallisti felt a little queasy, and almost . . . Well. No. Eh . . . It was fine, she wasn't to care, " How bold of you, " she told him with a chuckle, a true one, " I hope it goes well for you. "

    Outside, there was a car horn, and then, " That's me, " Thomas told her sheepishly, and she blinked, realizing what he meant. She completely turned her attention away from him as he didn't wait for her to say goodbye, " Good luck, I suppose, " she said under her breath, turning back to Mr. Paschal.

    She slipped on her headphones and turned up the music rather loudly as she grabbed her stuff and headed for a table. So, Thomas asked out Madeline. . . Interesting. But not really. It was none of her business after all.

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    About a minute after she had texted Brian, Aileen heard a ping and felt a vibration from her bag. She smiled as she placed her snack on the bench and pulled out her phone. She quickly typed in the passcode and looked at the text. Aha, he's free! Now let's see...what am I craving today...?

    She thought for a moment. She did not feel particularly picky about what food she ate today. Burgers? Soup? No....I'm feeling...sushi! Yes. Her phone's screen went into energy saving mode, so she clicked the home button. Aileen thought of all the potential Japanese restaurants, but settled on the Sushi Bar by Brian's house. It serves good food, and it's near his house so he won't have to travel far... She texted Brian back. [see text here]

    Rather than putting her phone back in her bag, she held it in her hand to wait for his reply. Instead she put her snack away and waited for the bus, which was scheduled to come at half past.
     
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    "Good morning Cherno. Are you okay? You look a little ... winded."

    Temperance, she made it. She actually made it, and what's more - she waited for him. Cherno could hardly believe himself. This was the same Temperance that was known throughout many grades as someone who typically hung out with bullies. It all seemed a bit unreal to him at first, but he tried to bring his himself away from his exasperation. He stood up and brushed a hand through his hair in slight embarrassment. Was she smiling at him? She was smiling at him. This- this was ridiculous. Silly. Why was she doing that? Cherno felt terrible. Shit. Why did he have to be so rude like this?

    At first, his eyes were wide in bewilderment and he mouthed out a few silent phrases, trying to procure something to say. Blast it. He couldn't get anything out right now. He brought his hand away from his hair, and sighed. He walked slowly over to the back of the diner. Wait. What- what was this? He glanced around. He slowed his pace. Down - down to his feet. The- the floor ...

    UGH.

    That- so much dirt! Goddamnit. This place was dirty. Oh no. This was terrible. Terrible. He had never been to Lacey's, but he never expected it to be so dirty. The marble floor was caked with stains, and as Cherno glanced around, he seemed to pinpoint all of the other grime-stained points in the room. It was silent besides that. He almost forgot about Temperance as he swerved around looking at everything, like a confused dog unable to comprehend its surroundings. He was going to get sick. His forehead felt warm and his ears flushed.

    This was going to be the bane of him.

    He quickly strode over to the far end of the diner and swiftly took his seat in front of Temperance, squeezing his eyes shut. This- this place was so dirty ... oh dear god, she'd, she's going to think that he was feeling uncomfortable because of her. He brought his head down and held a palm to his forehead. Briefly opening his eyes to see the red table- goddamnit, there were so many stains he could see. Ugh! There's no way in hell he'd eat anything from here! Did he have a cloth? A spray bottle? Shoot, he needed something to- to clean this horrible mess.

    But he snapped back to remembering the girl in front of him. Ugh. He probably looked dazed and sick to her. He did not want to breathe in the dirty air heavily, but he had no choice. He raised his head - eyes closed - and inhaled deeply. Opening his eyes, he looked back at Temperance with a smile.

    "Hey there, Temperance. I'm uh-- I'm fine. Just flighty from having to stroll down here quickly. Don't pay it any attention. I-- I'm really sorry for being late. We should probably discuss some of the stuff in that ridiculous e-mail. You dig?"

    He needed a glass of water, fast. He hid his right hand below the table, shaky and clammy from the effect of all of this grime.
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    Temperance eyed him suspiciously. The kid was weird, that's for sure. From the moment he had walked through the door he had an awkward air to him. She smiled half-heartedly at him and unfolded the paper. It was a copy of the email she had printed off. Her eyes had scanned over the words so many times she practically knew it by heart--except, except for that one line. No matter how man th times she tried to enlarge it, it didn't help.

    She slid it in front of him. "I'm glad you made it. I didn't think you were coming." She pushed the plate and bowl to the side of the table, signifying that she was done eating. The waitress came over, cleared the plate, refilled temperance's tea, and offered cherno something to drink before leaving again. "I printed it off. I can't seem to get it off my mind." Her smile was sad as she watched him. Tension was rolling off him in waves. "We uh...we can go somewhere else, if you'd like?"

    Her red sweatshirt was sitting in the booth next to her.
     
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    As the morning sun shone through the window in Xavier's room, he slowly started to shift around in his bed before eventually getting up. Not too long after, he got dressed and put on a light jacket before heading to the living room. Like usually he made himself a quick breakfast before heading out he door. Even if he didn't have anything planed at the moment, he felt pretty confident that he could find something to do. All he had to do was figure out where to start looking.
     
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    The iPhone vibrated once more. Giggling with excitement, Brian quickly messaged Aileen back. Desperately waiting for her to text back, and without much to do, the boy began to act like a child and roll around across his pale turquoise bed sheets (with matching pillow cases). He was giggling like an immature four year old, though the rolling around was quite entertaining and distracting. Still, Brian hoped Aileen would text soon so they could meet up.
     
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    Traffic was terrible. She was already late, but this was just making it worse. There was a knot in the pit of her stomach and it was making her want to turn around and go home. Instead, she pressed onward, avoiding the main streets to the cafe and taking the back ways instead. Too many cars made M extremely nervous. She hated driving, but it was necessary once she got a job. ...To be honest, this wasn't even really her car. It was her mother's. Since the pathetic woman rarely left the house anymore, Madeline was free to take it whenever she wanted.

    When she arrived at the cafe, she was greeted to a crowd of people and bright yellow CAUTION tape blocking the parking lot off.

    "What the hell?"

    She parked on the side of the road and rolled her eyes. There was probably some stupid car accident or something there. Maybe a fire. A group of people were currently being evacuated. She shut off her car and then dug around in her bag for her cell phone. She pressed the phone to her ear once dialing Thomas' number and waited. ...Nothing. She left an annoyed message asking where he was before sighing and getting out of the vehicle. There was such a crowd outside. It was making her nauseous as she scanned it for that idiot.

    She didn't bother getting closer. She couldn't bare the thought of pushing her way through that disgusting sea of people. Instead she stayed near her car and waited ... and waited ... and waited...

    Why?

    Why was she here waiting for HIM? He was no where to be found.

    Then it dawned on her.

    He stood her up, didn't he? Or maybe--maybe he had gotten there on time and decided not to wait any longer. Or...Or was it the accident? Did he see the commotion and just leave? Without a WORD to her? Without a call, text or Tumblr update? Without ANYTHING to let her know, or to warn of all of the people? To change location? ...Did she really just waste all of this time getting ready to go on a date with someone like him?

    The feeling was back. Some sort of aching in her chest, and burning in her eyes. Her throat felt constricted and her bottom lip began to tremble. Before she knew it, she had whipped her cell phone back up and was mashing the button for redial.

    BEEEEP.

    "Thomas, I'm here, where are you?"

    BEEEEP.

    "It's Madeline again. Are you here at the cafe?"

    BEEEEP.

    "...Hey, I know I just called but you're not picking up your phone? This is the right place, right? The cafe from yesterday?"

    BEEEEP.

    "Do you want me to meet you at Dark Madness?"

    BEEEEP.

    "You son of a bitch, you STOOD ME UP, didn't you?"

    BEEEEP.

    "Sorry about that, I'm just ... concerned ... I decided to come, so where are you, Thomas...?"

    BEEEEP.

    "...You asshole. I hate you. Never talk to me again. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER."

    BEEEEP.

    "I...sincerely hope you're okay. Please. I'm sorry if I upset you the other day, but please come..."



    Maybe this was a joke? Maybe he was finally standing up for himself? All of the times she called him names, swore at him, lied to him, USED him...Maybe...He really did hate her, hm?

    She stared at her phone. She was trembling. She wanted to throw up. Her eyes were stinging so badly. She felt like she hadn't blinked in days. She shouldn't have come. She wanted to go home, but she couldn't move. He had to be here, somewhere. He couldn't have done this to her, right? He was a good person, wasn't he?

    They existed, didn't they? Good people?
     
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    Temperance unfolded a piece of paper and slid it in Cherno's direction. Cherno shivered slightly as he was forced to look at the table around the paper.

    The text looked neat and organized. He appreciated some sort of respite from all of the chaos and grime, and gently picked up the paper with his free, steady hand.

    "I'm glad you made it. I didn't think you were coming."

    Cherno nodded absentmindedly and scanned the paper. The e-mail. Right -- that fine print. He wasn't able to make it out himself all this time. In fact, he had paid little attention to it. He considered it worth just as less as the other contents of the letter. But still, it wouldn't hurt to talk things over with Temperance. Convince her too, maybe? He was confident enough that he was right.

    He heard a noise in the distance. Wh-- what was that?

    The waitress returned to their table. picking up Temperance's plate, she refilled her tea and turned to Cherno, whose eyes widened in sheer joy. "Hey kid. Want something to drink?"

    "Water!" He jumped up towards the lady, before slowly sitting back down, embarrassed. "Water, damn-- I-- I mean water would. It would ... be nice." He scanned the table, the walls, the floor again. Grime. Dirty everywhere and-- eugh, it was just too much. Any other restaurant would be too far. But he had to stay here and-- and talk with Temperance, right ...

    The noise grew louder. Cherno swore he heard it somewhere before.

    Closing his eyes, he slumped slightly in his seat as the waitress walked away with a perplexed look. He sighed and opened them, peering directly at the green-eyed lady in front of him. He was pale and shaking a bit. Wait, did she say something about the e-mail a second ago? He-- he must have not heard because of the grime taking up all of his thoughts, ugh.

    The girl looked at him sadly. "We uh, we can go somewhere else, if you'd like?"

    "No!" Cherno blurted out. His eyes widened again and he cupped a hand to his mouth. "Shit. I'm sorry. I just-- well, you know what, we're wasting time. Ugh. L-Let's just, stay here, okay? There are no others--" - Cherno was cut off by the blaring sirens of an ambulance rushing past - "So it's okay. I-- I can handle this. I'm really sorry, sister. I'm not like this usually, heh, heheh." He tried to laugh a bit to ease the tension, but it contributed further to the awkward atmosphere.

    "Let's just get to the bottom of this stuff. I'm taking it you're interested in the little fine print, right?"

    The water. He needed that water. Clean the tables and he'd be calmer. Clean the tables and he'd be calmer. Jesus this was torturous. Cherno's breathing was shallow.

    And those noises. Police sirens. Ambulance sirens. They were rushing in droves down the street. Cherno turned back to one of the windows. Stampedes of these vehicles were moving like lightning outside. What was going on?

    Cherno breathed in deeply again and indicated the rush outside, pointing at one of the windows farther away. "Yo, uh, do you have any idea what's going on outside? I'm pretty sure that may have been the cause of the traffic, actually."


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  16. Cookiie Traverse Town Homebody

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    Waiting for the bus, Aileen got incredibly bored. Why wasn't it coming? Why weren't any vehicles passing by, actually? Soon after this thought, she heard police and ambulance sirens, and even witnessed the vehicles rush by. Something must have happened...

    She decided to go on tumblr and write up a post. A few minutes later, she checked back. A boy named Cherno had reblogged and added to the post. When she clicked to view what the reply said, the first thing she noticed was his photo. That's the boy who bumped into me yesterday... She then read what he added. Apparently the buses were delayed all around town. She sighed and replied to his post. Afterwards, she began to walk towards the sushi bar.

    While walking, she had got a text from Brian. He offered to meet halfway. I guess we could...sort of...Where exactly could they meet...Aileen thought of the daycare somewhat near the restaurant and texted him back. [see text here]

    Aileen continued to walk with her phone in her hand. The sooner they met up, the sooner they could eat.
     
  17. Doukuro Chaser

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    "Did you make him dinner?"
    "What? I don't have time for that."
    "Well neither do I but he has to eat too you know."
    "Whatever, he can make his own food. Besides he was having one of his episodes again."
    "Oh... Another one? What a pain."
    They didn't even bother whispering or go to their room to talk. Instead they just acted like he wasn't even there in the room. Maybe they actually thought he was some place else though, off in own of his adventures. But no, even when he saw the world in a different way he was well aware of the people around him and what they were saying. For the most part, anyway.
    Still he acted as if he didn't hear as he came in, grabbed a snack bar, and a soda before walking out the door. The snack bar was finished before he reached the end of the driveway, where he was able to throw away its wrapper in the trashcan. He then opened his soda and pulled out his phone. It's only been a few minutes since his last Tumblr post and yet he still checked for replies and updates.
    What was this about the police and stuff? Oh, how the plot thickens!
    Smelling himself quickly he noted how he did, in fact, shower and change this morning. That was good, as he often forgot to do that whenever panic strikes. Other than panic being engrossed in games also made him forget about cleaning himself, but otherwise he was a very clean person. Besides, his gaming marathons only happened during breaks, making him okay to be out in public during school time. His parents made sure of that much at least, as he embarrassed them enough as it was.
    "Now that I have defeated all germs I shall take on the giants!"
    He set his phone to play a song on repeat before stuffing it in his pocket and chugged down his soda, which he then threw away in a neighbor's trashcan. Once rid of it he continued down the sidewalk, humming along with the song while pausing every now and then to talk to an imagined friend.
     
  18. Saxima [screams geometrically]

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    [/url]xxxxxxxxxx Today is different than yesterday . . . I have not the slightest why that could be . . .
    xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Perhaps it is because things are sinking in?
    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx There is no running away from destiny, after all . . . 100 days . . .

    P L E A S E , xC A L L xM E xQ U I N T U S .
    O R xQ U I N , xI F xY O U xP R E F E R .

    xxxxxxxxxx In peace, Kallisti drank her coffee and ate her cookies, listening to swaying music playing in her headphones. She felt at peace, and it was nice, like she was drifting off into her own little wor - Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she took off her headphones, slightly exasperated by being bothered at such a time, " Yes, what is it? " she asked Mr. Paschal calmly, sewing her patience back together. When he spoke, she raised an eyebrow because he sounded slightly shaky, " The authorities are asking everyone to evacuated the area." he explained to her, obviously having trouble staying calm, " There has been an accident. "

    " An accident? " Kallisti thought to herself. In the cafe, outside? In any matter, she put all of her belongings in her bag and fallowed the shaky Mr. Paschal out the door, where the Coy City police were directing traffic around the area, and people away. It was a fiasco, ambulances, firetrucks, police cars . . . So Kallisti looked around, and she was justlucky enough to sneak a rather long peek behind an ambulance. The sign of the cafe, it had fallen. And it had fallen on someone. A quiet gasp left her mouth, and she immediately looked away from the messy site to pretend that she hadn't seen it.

    When she was finally near her car, she saw the shine of a familiar one. It was Madeline's car, and right next to Madeline's car was Madeline herself, just standing there, almost looking dumbfounded. For just a moment, Kallisti decided to open her door, but then with more thought and a shrug of " It could not hurt. ", she made her way over to the other girl, who at closer observation was obviously distressed.

    Kallisti frowned and adjusted her brown scarf, " Madeline. " she said, " Are you alright? " It felt like deja vu, " You look . . . rather upset. " It did seem that something was tormenting her on the inside and when Kallisti followed her line of sight, she saw that Madeline was staring at the scene of the accident. Perhaps she knew something of it? Come to think of it, wasn't Thomas supposed to meet Madeline here? He didn't seem to be anywhere in sight - maybe he just hadn't found her yet in all the commotion, or maybe he stood her up?

    xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx

    xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx
     
  19. Hyuge ✧ [[ Fairy Queen ]]

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    Temperance stared blankly out the window as the emergency vehicles went speeding by. It was strange. She had never seen so many at once before. Her phone made a chirping sound and she picked it up before responding to cherno. It was a text from josh. She grimaced and shoved the thing back in her pocket without replying. He was becoming incessantly annoying. "Sorry. Josh...um, yeah. That strange line. I could figure out a single way of reading it. For someone that wants us to follow their rules, this C person has sure made it awfully impossible, not that i believe it per se, but still."

    Temperance pursed her lips at the thought. According to this C person, she had to break up with Josh. Well,maybe it was time anyway. She should have ended it a long time ago after what happened. "This part, right here," she tapped the no romance line, "is rather inconvenient for me." Temperance breathed a heavy sigh and her eyes wandered back out the window. She hated this C person, whoever they were. Romance was in her blood, even if most people didn't find her very pleasant.

    It was fine. She didn't try to be pleasant. She just did what she wanted, not really caring what anyone else had to say--well, except for her whole swing obsession; nobody was allowed to know.
     
  20. FuzzyBlueLights Traverse Town Homebody

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    John walked across his living room, stared at his picture of Jesus on the wall and sighed. He contemplated alerting his friends that church would have to do without him. He was going to a concert on Sunday after all, he stretched and roved over to his room, settling down at his desktop, smiled at the screensaver filled with pictures of the cross and began to surf and dig through Tumblr. It was amazing, Jesus really is everywhere.
     
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