|
|
Post by MATHIS ♥ CLAES on Mar 2, 2013 18:02:08 GMT -6
Coffee. That's what it really needed. Mathic Claes stared down his long nose at the steaming cup of what tasted like pure sugar in liquid form, some caramel mocha-something or other that he'd adventurously, and regrettably chosen. He didn't often go for starbucks, and the boards stretching behind the entire counter space of the little shop left him a bit confused. Wasn't macchiato supposed to be mostly espresso? He frowned down at it some more, as if this would somehow change the taste. It was just caramel everywhere.
For anyone who might have looked his way he eventually relaxed, shoulders drooping as he picked up the cup and sipped at it gingerly, focusing intently on trying to pick up the taste of actual rich coffee, but failing. He sighed, sinking lower in the over-cushioned chair, turning his head and blinking out at the weekend morning through the store's front window, island life passing him by. He made it a rule to go out every once in awhile, straying off campus for more than a morning jog (or flight), to shake off the dust of the library. He was by no means the type of guy to shut himself in and turn his back on the world because he liked it, but he was somewhat at a crossroads in his life. He couldn't go out clubbing, and hanging around pubs was kept to a minimum to avoid awkward interactions with students when all he wanted was to drown himself in a cold brew. On the other hand he was not quite old enough to want to sit still and observe for more than a few moments. He still had plenty of energy, lust for life, and a general committal for getting his hands dirty. This left him few options on the island. When he got the chance he went to the mainland to indulge in whatever could be considered sin for a librarian, which was not much admittedly compared to his youth.
So here he was. Confined to being downright tame. Sometimes his life felt stifling, always an itch he couldn't scratch. Inside he was just bursting to start the day in a less mundane way, but outwardly he only leaned back further, crossing one leg over the other and lifting his newspaper, very much the picture of adulthood.
occ; bah sorry it's lame.
|
|
|
|
Post by ETIENNETTE ♥ LECLAIR on Mar 12, 2013 10:41:19 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. Starbucks was an interesting place, and by interesting I mean confusing. At least it was to one Etiennette Leclair. She found the extreme amount of options hard to navigate, especially since she was around when coffee was a very new drink and the only option was, well, coffee. Usually, she wouldn't bother herself with coming to the place, and would simply make herself some coffee at home and put it in a travel mug. Today however, she'd felt a little bored and decided she'd give Starbucks a shot. A decision she was now regretting as she stood in line gazing up at the board of options.
When her time came to order, she decided on a simple espresso. Once she had paid, she set off to look for a table, drink in hand. Sure, she could have just left, but this was supposed to be something to entertain her for a bit. Though she wasn't exactly sure how. Then she saw a familiar face. She hadn't seen him in a while, but no time like the present to catch up right? Weaving her way through the tables, she made her way to his seat. "Can I sit here?" She asked with a smile at her friend Mathis. 207 words, outfit, oh it's lovely, sorry it took so long to reply |
[/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. IMAGE BY DAVIEE @ CAUTION. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by MATHIS ♥ CLAES on Mar 21, 2013 22:08:45 GMT -6
Mathis had settled into a hazy stupor despite the caffeine, and at first the shadow passing over him did nothing to stir his interest. A voice, though recognizable did not immediately break through until the questioning inflection forced him to look up out of politeness.
"Ettie!" His face positively lit up, grin break through the Starbucks-induced melancholy as he set down the paper that he'd not read a single line of. Uncrossing his legs, he nudged the opposite armchair with his toe, indicating she sit, though obviously it had been her intention all along. "How are you, I feel as if I haven't seen you in forever..." His brow creased, appearing needlessly worried as his mind raced to pick up the pieces left behind. How long had it been? Sometimes he wondered if he was losing himself in the library, waking up and straying down the halls just to get to his job. This self-enforced election of a homebase was toying with him. All he ever did was hang around the school, working. This coffee was a breath of fresh air. Sort of.
Regaining his smile, he leaned forward, suddenly conscious of how he must appear, sitting catatonic with a frown. "What have you been up to lately?" He forced some energy into his voice, hoping that by being attentive, his brain would pick up the slack and actually start working. Etienette was the sort of friend he needed, with her bright eyes and her flicker of light. Maybe it was just the way he envisioned the french as being a more vibrant, lively people, but some of that approach bled into his impression of her from the first day that they had met, and intrigued him. He made a mental note to seek her company more often, if even this brief reunion forced his brain into activity. At the very least they had their positions at the school as common ground to bridge the conversation.
|
|
