Alan
Human
Editor-In-Chief: LA Sun
You don't tug on Superman's cape
Posts: 45
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Post by Alan on Feb 24, 2007 21:20:21 GMT
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It was a lovely day outside, the sun was shining, the birds were singing… and Alan needed a second cup of coffee, this one to go. His first had been the typical terrible cup of the morning when he was still half asleep and the coffee hadn’t got into the maker properly, he had missed the mug so that part of the coffee had spilt out onto the counter. Alan hadn’t slept well last night for some reason and it had affected his coffee making skills in the morning more than usual.
He yawned slightly as he took the coffee from the woman behind the counter, paying her and turning to go. Alan took a deep sniff of the coffee, letting the smell fill him. Already he could feel himself waking up more, the coffee finally doing its job. He moved towards the door, intending to finish his typical morning walk and get into work before anyone else.
Continued in: Cole's Territory; LA Sun: Editor-In-Chief’s Office
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Zachary
Human
Departed
The call to arms was never true, let's take a ride and push it through
Posts: 14
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Post by Zachary on May 2, 2007 1:53:20 GMT
He scanned the newspaper quickly and effectively, fingers turning the pages at an almost impossible speed to actually read and comprehend whatever was on them. With his other hand, he chopped up the pancakes on the plate in front of him with the side of his fork, making manageable bite sized pieces which where then eaten. The whole thing was done with an almost military precision, because Zachary Stikker took eating very seriously.
The reading of the newspaper while he ate in the morning was almost a ritual of his. Personally, he didn’t think too highly of the LA Sun – all papers were rags and reporters were scum – but it wasn’t so bad as far as they went. And it certainly helped him keep abreast of everything going on in the world. Sometimes he read the lower down market papers, accepting them as possible evidence. Didn’t mean he had to like them.
For a few more minutes he remained engrossed in his tasks, changing the speed of his actions only when something interesting caught his eye in the paper – which wasn’t often. When it was done he folded it neatly, leaving it on the counter alongside the empty plate. It was time to get to work.
Continued in: Southwest Community Police Station; Downstairs Offices – Homicide Division
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
Posts: 15
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Post by Rune on Jun 12, 2010 23:01:45 GMT
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Since coming to America, Rune had come to love Coffee, considering the drink to far deserve the capital letter she attached to it in her mind. It was a delicious drink in its own right and Rune loved pretty much every type there was; she adored it black and strong of course, it was almost a requirement that someone with her nature and her line of work should like it simple and to the point. There was so much more to it than that however, which was best taken first thing in the morning when you didn't care about the taste and just needed the jolt. Then there was the creamer versions, which perhaps seemed a little odd at first, strange mixes of flavour and sugar that would send any human sugar high, but merely left Rune content, idly sipping at her caramel latte.
Today, the Coffee tasted even sweeter, just as it had every time she had been to this coffee house. Not because it was particularly good - Rune had better, there was a better place just a few blocks over in fact - but because of everything it represented to her. Sooner or later, Nathan would pass by or be near, and he would see her. Just as he had seen her almost every day since their last meeting. Always there first, always having a coffee, getting on a bus or some other innocent, innocuous activity that hardly implied she was following him. Indeed, how could she, if it was Rune who was there first? He would know though, and that was the important thing. The pleasure she felt at knowing her appearances would be frustrating him almost made up for her own frustrations, her own annoyance that despite all the years and time between them, she couldn't shake the feelings that the male werewolf conjured up on her.
He was a weakness and Rune could not abide weakness in herself. Shaking her head, Rune settled more comfortably on her seat, just outside the doors of the shop but positioned so that she had her back to the wall - the female mercenary was never showing her back to anyone ever again. She took another slow sip of her latte, letting the cool night air calm her, focusing only on her fun, not on her feelings.
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