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Post by Leon on Jul 2, 2006 10:16:36 GMT
Leon still didn't look up his eyes now scanning for sale buildings. "Do you honestly think that people will help you? See it from where I see it." Leon didn't know everything but he was sure he could kill Michaela without to much fuss from many people apart from Saz but she would easily be silenced.
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Post by Michaela on Jul 2, 2006 10:18:22 GMT
Michaela smiled
"Maybe, maybe not but i know of at least two people who wouldnt be amused if you killed me and one of them is your new partner!" she smirked
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Post by Leon on Jul 2, 2006 10:20:47 GMT
"There's always other parteners." He said truthfully after all Leon had always been a lone operative he could look after himself.
Leon folded his newspaper and placed it on the seat. "I shall see you again Mich I have business to attend to." Leon walked towards the door, his coat the last thing to be seen before the vampire left.
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Post by Michaela on Jul 2, 2006 10:24:52 GMT
Michaela watchedhima nd shook her head
"Thanks for the warning!" she called then sighed going back to sipping her coffee. She was in an utterly foul mood now, she had held her own but instead of feeling elated she was worried. Riley had hinted he liked her and said to see him if she had problems with leon but she couldnt be sure he would protect her if things turned nasty. She sighed standing up throwing some coins n the table and walking out she may have found somewhere to live, somewhere to belong but she still hadnt found somewhere she felt safe.....
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Post by Camisade on Aug 12, 2006 19:54:21 GMT
Camisade wandered in and sat down, for once his skin was coloured and he look human, not long after he fed of course. He yawned and leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes and drumming his fingers on the table.
"If you aren't going to order anything please leave!" A snappy waitress called out, she was tired and wanted to go home, she was sick of this shift, it was too quiet.
"Oh, sorry, I'll have a black coffee then." She brought it out to him since he was the only person in there apart from a lonely business man in the corner who was searching the Internet from cheap thrills and webcam girls he could meet while he was supposed to be working. His wife had just had children a few months ago and he knew now that he would never be able to be attracted to her, never be able to touch her like that again.
Camisade sighed, the poor women, doing nothing wrong then allowing him into her life. It irritated him as he sat with his hands cupped about the warm coffee, breathing in the aroma of old coffee granules and hot polystyrene.
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Post by Cypher on Oct 22, 2006 22:49:17 GMT
The shop's lights flared through the wide glass windows, illuminating the outside world whilst it advertised the lonely interior, which was normally filled at the more 'normal' hours of the day. The staff was reduced to a mere pair of waitresses, and the only customers, the same number as the waitresses, upon a little closer inspection, were otherwise indisposed, caught in between the carriages of their own trains of thought, it seemed.
Even the brightly lit and openly displayed coffee shop had its fair share of dark spots, places where light just could not reach. Beneath tables that wound about walls and supporting pillars, behind the modern and minimalistic backs of the leather sofas and armchairs that stood neatly arranged in a charming and friendly ring about a newly cleaned and shallow table, the entire layout neatly tucked into a darkened alcove, where the only additional light came from a lone standing lamp, positioned between chair and sofa.
As one half of the employees glided past with a path of clicks from her heels, a dark shape solidified. Crouched safely underneath the cloak of darkness cast by the long, thin strip of a table that sat flush against the wall, the figure obscured by a stool, its metal legs thick to support the weight of those who sat upon it. Amethyst eyes slid over the room, glittering dully in the lack of light as they surveyed the room until they were safe from the eyes of those who the coffee shop housed from the cold high street.
Long legs unfolded quickly. The figure clad in black and leather spun upon his heel, quickly taking place upon the seat that shielded him from view just moments before. Not a sound came from the daemon, even as he shifted into the stool, propping his feet upon the bar that stretched between the legs of the chair. Eyes continued to roam the expanse of the coffee shop, the air bitter with the freshly ground Italian beans that made every hot cup of coffee in the establishment.
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Post by Camisade on Oct 23, 2006 10:59:40 GMT
He raised his eyes once more, looking to the people in the cafe. Through the steam of his coffee he noticed a figure he could have sworn was not there before and he had felt no presence enter, nor heard the door open to admit the man. he was dressed strangely from an average man and Camisade guessed who it might be but decided not to jump to conclusins, although that would explain the silent entry.
His hands were warm around the cup, an unusual experience, compared to the cool touch his skin typically held. He closed his eyes to the lights that surrounded them in the shop, feeling a little sensative. He was not the most comfortable in anything other then the glow of dim lights, the bright and harsh beams stung his eyes over long periods.
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Post by Cypher on Oct 26, 2006 22:27:56 GMT
The sharp return of heels soon greeted the newcomer. The steps stopped short, the waitress, once in an unnecessary hurry, had halted, her face the very epitome of bewilderment. Her eyes widened, brows arched high upon her forehead whilst her mind insisted that it was simply confusion running rings about her.
"...Have you ordered?" She asked, her voice was hesitant, not a trace of the ferocity that shown to the vampire she had confronted mere minutes ago remained in her tone. Amethyst eyes were quickly resurrected, brought back to life by the voice, only to stare at its owner, before the daemon could issue a reply. "Yes. A cup of tea." Cypher answered, eyes intently staring as the waitress flicked through her note book, so desperate to find the order, the whirl of turning paper now the loudest noise in the entire coffee shop.
The young woman's words failed her, and with nothing but the click of a ballpoint pen, and the scribble of ink upon paper, she had gone, vanishing behind the counter that stood by the far side of the building. A clutter of hushed whispers, mixed with the occasional sidelong and discreet glance filled the air, almost unnoticed by the young thief, his mind elsewhere whilst he waited.
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