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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 5:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 8:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 12:57 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:17 am
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Marcus' head snapped up, the sound of a car horn startled the young man and found himself crossing the street already. Marcus jay walked the busy street quickly, not wanting to get run over on his fifth day living in Gladstone. He hadn't meant to cross the street in the manner in which he did nor was he suicidal. The very fact was in his hands: a book. Marcus was way too engrossed in his stories to ever really pay attention. He sighed, scratching his head. Boy, would've that have been a bummer to have died today.
Marcus had felt funny. Something up with his head. Even the door to that corner cafe wasn't opening! He pulled harder and realized that the cafe was closed. Marcus shook his head sheepishly and continued to walk down the street, not familiar with any of his surroundings.
Even so, his mind wasn't thinking about the direction he was going but on something else entirely. Had he said something or done anything wrong? Why was he at fault? Marcus couldn't understand. He probably never would with his ex never speaking to him again and the fact that she lived all the way on the other coast. A scowl formed on Marcus' face as he thought, definitely not happy thoughts either, and snapped his book shut when he figured it was no use to preoccupy himself from thinking such thoughts. No, no, he needed to forget. He wanted to start fresh. That's why he moved to this city. With a new mindset, Marcus began walking again. So, where was the nearest cafe again? He was clearly lost and he never liked asking for directions. So, when he came upon a cafe with a fishy name, he went inside anyways despite knowing if it was one of the more unhealthy places he's seen. Marcus was surprised, his thought on what might have been a sad cafe was totally different than what was inside the Sad Cafe. Nevertheless, Marcus had a book to read and sat at a table near the window, currently trying to forget his past and make way for the present.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 11:24 am
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.Misery, you cannot have it without having Happiness.
Misery Rose looked up at Ezra and punched in his order into the small computer-like register. Her smile was soft, though small. She could tell something deeply troubled the male, but that was often the case with her patrons. Taking his money, Misery turned her blue eyes gaze onto the next person in line, Ashriel. "Well... Would you have walked into my cafe if it had been titled 'The Happy Cafe'?" Her laughter left her lips and she propped her elbow on the counter and her chin in her hand, leaning forward bent at the waist, to do so as she waited to hear Ashriel's order. "The Safe Cafe is probably the happiest place on earth, but most of my patrons are not happy when they find me. It's like magic draws them here." Misery Rose did not laugh at her 'magic' joke, though laughter did tint her words. "Are you sad?" She asked, her dark light blue gaze taking in all three of them, Marcus, Ezra, and Ashriel, at once.
.Just as you cannot Hate without Love.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 3:53 pm
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Only say what you are positive about.
Ashriel looked up at Misery as she spoke, saying a quiet two words before looking down again. "Iced tea..." She said softly, assuming that they wouldn't put sugar in it unless asked to. When the question came, Ashriel continued to look down, fidgeting with her bag. She couldn't answer that...actually, that was why she'd wound up stumbling in. The girl was currently afraid of saying the wrong thing - as she often was, when not around friends. And in this new city, there were no friends of hers; she'd only met bullies and others that turned immediately against her. After all, she was just the quiet, strange girl that sat in the corner whenever possible. She stumbled over any sort of conversation, especially introductions...
Otherwise, you open the door for regret.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 5:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:03 pm
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