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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Jan 19, 2012 17:23:56 GMT -6
The young woman sat alone in a seat by the window, letting the afternoon sun beat down on her face. The unpopular coffee shop invited her for gigs every Wednesday, where they hold a "jam out". It paid well and since it wasn't far from her home, she attended them. El propped her elbow on the table, resting her cheek into the palm of her hand. She wrapped her fingers around the styrofoam cup, taking a small sip of tea. Usually she would finish her homework in the calm store, but she had no assignments given that night. She shifted slightly to the side at the thought of maybe playing her guitar. But at the moment it was stationed behind her, and she didn't feel like making the effort to get it out.
Eleanor heaved a sigh, tapping her fingers against the table, letting her fingertips roll off the table. She had about an hour and a half before show time, and she had no way to spend it. The meister leaned back in her seat, looking out the window. The shop was hidden by a small grove. A few benches laid out there, ivy wrapping around the bricked walls. A swing-open wooden gate was the only way into the small garden, walls blocking it off from the alley. It was quite unusual for Nevada, but yet it was nice to see green patched in.
She diverted her attention to the cafe. It's warm, color themed made El only think of one description; cinnamon. The place smelled of it too, with vanilla added somewhere in it. They served anything from coffee to tea, even milkshakes. Some pastries and desserts were available too. Employees had cool persona's, down to Earth and easy to talk to. If she wasn't signed up for the library, she would work here.
The tall blond somehow got to thinking about partners. Surely she's a decent meister, heck, she was the best back in England! But why couldn't she find a partner? That was the reason she came here, to find a partner. Yet she has had no luck. "Maybe I'm not as good as I was set up to be..." Eleanor could only think of that as an answer. Was she too distant? Maybe too intimidating? She was not going to lie; she has met some people who have kept up with her wave length. But she selfishly declined due to dislike of the weapon form.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the bell chime of the door.
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Word count: 421
Notes: Derp a herp. Accidentally posted this on my admin account at first. .___.
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Post by James Calahand on Jan 19, 2012 22:56:34 GMT -6
she's got my heart tied in a knot, and my stomach in a whirl
music - trouble • words - 455 • tagged - Eleanor James heaved a sigh as he pulled the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "Why is this place so hard to find...?" He groaned. If I don't get there soon, I should just head home. Besides, he was only trying to grab a cup of coffee. There were cafes closer to where he lived, but this would be a new experience, something that James could never resist.
Finally, after looking at the scribbled notes once more, James stumbled upon the correct building. It was small, only one floor. The worn brick walls were covered with vines assumed to be ivy. There were a few windows, but they were quite small. There was a garden that seemed to shelter the cafe from the rest of the street, in a nice way. The gate to the greened area was open, and James could make out a few people moving inside. Deciding that it was open, he started towards the door.
James pushed the door open, looking up with surprise at the ringing that sounded above him. Of course, it was normal for shops to have something to alert the staff of customers, but the place just seemed so quiet. There weren't that many people there, but a few different sorts of instrument cases were stacked unceremoniously near a small stage on one side of the room. As James inhaled, he noted the wafting scent of cinnamon, as well as coffee. And maybe a touch of vanilla? Overall, the place smelled nice. Even though it wasn't the prettiest business in Death City, he could already tell that it was good.
When the bell rang, James received a few glances from different people who were seated around the room. Some of the faces gave him a friendly smile, while others just looked at him curiously. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but he figured the looks were due to the fact that the same people probably kept coming back. The cafe seemed to be pretty unknown, and that was something that James figured he would like about it.
There was a blond-haired girl sitting near a window, with a guitar at her back. James recognized her from school, but he hadn't really ever picked up her name. All he knew was that she was a student of the DWMA. Not seeing anyone else who looked familiar, he went to the counter, ordered a cup of coffee, and made his way over to the table.
James didn't even ask if he was welcome to sit with the girl, he just slid into the seat across from her. "Hey," he started, clearing his throat and giving her a half-smile, "You go to the DWMA? I recognize you from somewhere." |
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Jan 20, 2012 20:52:33 GMT -6
Eleanor eyed the mysterious boy. Yes, he was a boy; specifically, a pretty boy. Tall and blond, he strolled in ordering a coffee. It was quite an odd sight, not only for El but for most of the staff too. The usual customers were green thumbs and poets. He looked too preppy for a place like this...how did he even find this place anyways? She bit on the inside of her lip as he slid into the seat in front of her. Great...just great. What did he want anyways? Oh God...he just smiled at her. Now she had to be nice. But she didn't feel like pushing her lips into a smile. Maybe she didn't have to be nice...She knew these boys. Charming, a total flirt. She grimaced on the inside. Eleanor looked up at the clock. Darn. Still have more than an hour. That means she'll have to be social. She gave her most uninterested look, as she took a long sip of coffee. "You go to the DWMA?" he asked out. "No...I'm just a witch in the middle of Death City." the meister deadpanned. "I recognize you from somewhere."She sighed, placing her cup on the table. She slumped more into her head. "If you must know...yes. Meister. Rigby. Eleanor Rigby." She stared deep into his eyes. Damn...he had nice eyes. Big, amber and she could get lost in-El mentally slapped herself. What was wrong with her?! She narrowed her own ice blue eyes. She shifted her position; folding her hands underneath her chin. Usually she didn't fiddle this much around people, but something about this boy. He just...appealed to her. As though they were magnets. "What brings you here? People barely find this place. I thought it was hidden so only the trained eye can see. Which makes me wonder how you found it." she drawled out, only showing the smallest hint of a smile. Maybe the blondie really is smart. --- word count: 332 Notes: Crappy post is crappy. Forgive ze Michelle. Music: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU-cover by BTR :'D -shot- |
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Post by James Calahand on Jan 22, 2012 15:37:45 GMT -6
she's got my heart tied in a knot, and my stomach in a whirl
music - trouble • words - 304 • tagged - Eleanor
"No... I'm just a witch in the middle of Death City."
James chuckled at the girl's response to his question. She was obviously a feisty one, judging by the tone of her voice. After a moment, he noticed her captivated stare; just gazing into his eyes. This made him laugh again, and he almost commented on how he seemed to do that to people, but decided it was in his best interests to hold it back.
"Eleanor..." James muttered, listening to the word as it rolled over his tongue. "That's a nice name. Classic." He drummed his fingers on the table, "James Calahand, if you're interested. Just saying." He paused, then pulled out the crumpled bit of paper from his pocket, sliding it across the table. "I was looking around for a cafe to hang around at, and I heard about this place. Seems nice."
Taking a sip of his coffee, James' eyes widened as he looked at the cup in his hand. "Wow, that's good." Suddenly he seemed to be mesmerized by the drink. After a few moments of awe, the boy looked back across the table. "... Anyway, what classes do you take? I mean, since I've seen you around, we must have some period where we're in the same room."
James scooted a little closer to the window and peered out. The garden sure did look nice, especially when there weren't too many like it in Death City. It wasn't like there wasn't anything green in the city, but this area seemed nice. It was obviously well-cared for, even if some things were overgrown. The benches looked slightly rustic, which was a touch that James was especially attracted to. He let out a sigh and turned his head back to Eleanor once more. "Yeah, this place is nice." He muttered to himself. |
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Jan 22, 2012 17:33:56 GMT -6
Why was he laughing? It ticked her off. She was about to make a remark about that before he slid her a crumpled up note. She eyed it before she decided to take it. She scanned over it. Just as she did, Eleanor grimaced and wasn't afraid to hide it. The writing was obviously Trixie's, a peppy waitress at the store. She even had the nerve to sign it off with a heart. Did that girl have no shame? Did she invite every pretty boy to this place? The cafe was for intellectual people; not for dimwit preps. She glanced over at Trixie. Short, big brown curly hair, and so much make-up she looked like a clown. Don't forget the snooty nose too. The demon girl noticed El taking her look, and waved at James trying to tick Eleanor off. She snorted in attempt to hide her laughter. That girl has been off her edge the day Eleanor arrived. The more she laughed the more Trixie flustered. She snapped her head back at James. Hm?" Oh...something about school. "Well. I have Soul Studies first. Then Stein. Combat. Weapon Studies. Odd class for a meister. I know. But I like to learn about weapons. Especially guns. Revolvers to be even more specific. Then Study Hall. But I just go to my job as an assistant in the library instead. Umm...lunch. History. English. Then P.E." she nodded after her final class. "How 'bout you, blondie?" she leaned back in her seat. He wasn't as much as a flirt she suspected him to be. It was nice to have a guy-friend that didn't hit on you. He was peering out the window. So he liked nature too. El could get used to him. Who knows. Maybe this guy really isn't as bad as she thought he was. --- Notes: I make it short so we can hurry to the carnival ;D Word Count: 307 Music: For No One-The Beatles |
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Post by James Calahand on Jan 22, 2012 18:08:26 GMT -6
she's got my heart tied in a knot, and my stomach in a whirl
music - comfort eagle • words - 300 • tagged - Eleanor James quirked an eyebrow at the word "Blondie." Of course he was used to nicknames, every girl he had been with threw one at him. But Blondie? He sighed. "Er, well, I've got Literature, and then Stein's. I guess that's where I recognize you from. Then there's Combat, that one class... Um, Soul something. Study Hall, Lunch, Science, Algebra. The last class I have is History. I guess I have more 'normal' classes than you."
Seeing the waitress waving, her arm most likely starting to tire over the extended amount of time, James flashed a smile and winked at her. He turned his head to look at Eleanor, "I think someone's got a bit of a crush." He chuckled, enjoying the attention.
"So, you like music? I mean, everyone here's obviously fond of it." He looked around, grinning at another girl who sat across the room. She had been eyeing him as she tuned her guitar. "... Is there a performance or something tonight?"
As soon as he asked the question, James noticed the guitar sitting behind Eleanor's back. She really was nice-looking, with her blonde hair. "Her body looks great..." He murmured to himself. A moment later, he snapped his head away, eyes wide. Did I just say that out loud? His hope was extinguished by the look she was giving him. ... Shit.
Trying to cover himself, James laughed loudly. "Ah-ha! I'm just kidding-!" He cut his own sentence off, blinking. "... That didn't make it any better, did it...?" He smacked his forehead, bringing his head down to try to hide his scarlet cheeks. "Dear God, I'm so sorry." James looked up to her, expecting something unpleasant. The truth was, he really didn't know what to expect from this girl. But there was something about her that made him interested. |
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Jan 23, 2012 13:21:11 GMT -6
Eleanor leaned back in her chair as she closed her eyes. She nodded after every class. He was right; he did have more "normal kid" classes. But she took a lot of those back in London, so now she had more time for training. She looked up only to see him wink. Confused; El looked over to the direction of the wink. She spun her head to see her favorite person in the world. Trixie was a mess. She whipped back to face James, reached over the table and lightly back-handed him on the shoulder. "Are you mad?!" she hissed out "Do you really want her you-know-whats being shoved up in your face?!" He was insane. That was the only reason. She shook her head, leaning back in her seat. The blond looked up when he started speaking "So, you like music? I mean, everyone here's obviously fond of it... is there a performance or something tonight?"She smiled a bit. Insane, yet interesting. "Yes. I've been playing, writing, and singing since. Um. A long time. Yeah, we'll just go with that. And to answer your second question, yes. Every Wednesday night they hold jam sessions. They invited me and it pays well." She shrugged as she sipped her tea. She sure did wish it would stay the same. Only the few regular customers. If it expanded...it wouldn't be as calm. Especially if Trixie kept inviting wanna-bes. Her head inclined slowly at which just said. The meister gave her best death glare. "Tell me something I don't know." She scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "Man he is freaking out." She eyed him. Well...not an intentional flirt. But still. He was going to get slapped. Soon, not now. But when he's not expecting it. "Apology accepted. Just some girls might punch you in the face. Or giggle. A really annoying giggle, now that I think about it." in her head she pictured Trixie soaking it all up. --- Word Count: 329 Notes: muahahah you didn't expect that, did you? >D Music: IMMA DJ |
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Post by James Calahand on Jan 23, 2012 14:35:37 GMT -6
call me the devil of gucci
music - timmy wears prada • words - 327 • tagged - Eleanor "Yeah," James mused, glancing to Trixie for a moment. "She sure is cute, huh?" He projected his words so they would reach the waitress's ears. "I write some, but not really very often." He brushed his bangs over to the side of his face, putting on a half-smile. "Only when there's a girl I've got my eye on."
Leaning back in the chair, James replied, "Really? I might stay and watch you perform, then." He grinned, "Wouldn't want to miss that."
James' flustered apology was, surprisingly, accepted. After letting out a sigh, he lifted his head and eyed Eleanor. "A giggle, annoying?" He laughed. "That's what I work for, miss Rigby." He had dismissed the slip of his tongue rather quickly, as if wanting to forget it. His golden eyes observed the girl sitting across from him with interest, "You said you were a meister, right? And you like revolvers...?" A grin spread across his lips. "You're not partnered up, are you? 'Cause I know someone who'd be perfect for you!"
Turning his head to a builliten board near the door, James saw what he was looking for. It only took him a few moments to stand, approach it, grab the flier, and return to the table. "There's a festival tonight, see?" He slid the overly-decorated piece of paper across the surface in front of him. "They're gonna be there tonight, I mean, if you want to meet them. But if you don't..." He waved his hand, "It doesn't really matter." With James' odd way of thinking, he proposed to himself that he could somehow lure Eleanor into appreciating him. He had needed a meister for years, and this girl had something about her. She's perfect. He mused.
The festival was supposed to be spectacular. It was an event that would last for only a couple nights, and he saw it as the perfect opportunity to go lady-chasing. There would be fireworks, games, and those awful rides.
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Post by Eleanor Rigby on Jan 23, 2012 15:49:41 GMT -6
"Of course you wouldn't want to miss me."She decided to ignore what he what he said about Trixie. She mentally shook her head. This boy... You said you were a meister, right? And you like revolvers...? You're not partnered up, are you? 'Cause I know someone who'd be perfect for you!" he smiled. This boy...was amazing! She had to hid back a squeal of excitement. She brought a hand to her mouth to cover the huge smile that was on her face. Eleanor shook her head to answer his question. Could James really find her a partner? As he stood up to go do something, El silently freaked out to herself, adding in a few fist pumps. Could this day get any better? He knows a weapon! That's a revolver! How has she not been able to find anybody, but he comes out of the blue. James was like...her guardian angel. When he came back, she regained her composure. "There's a festival tonight, see?" he slid a paper over. El picked it up, glancing it over. "They're gonna be there tonight, I mean, if you want to meet them. But if you don't..." he waved it off. Eleanor raised one eyebrow. She needed to get on his nice side. He was the only connection to that weapon...and if she was rude, he may not get them hooked up. She would have to miss her performance, but a couple of lost bucks wouldn't hurt. Eleanor grabbed her bag and guitar, leaving her tea there. "We'll see about it. But don't get your hopes up." She walked past him, her finger brushing his shoulder ever so lightly. She pushed open the door, smirking. Boys like him would show up. Most likely she would find him talking to another girl, but with out a doubt he would be there. --- Word Count: 310 Notes: Little did she know... Music: None D;
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