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Post by quinnquinn on May 12, 2015 7:40:55 GMT -8
 A quiet spot for relaxation was always something sought after by everyone... even apprentices. A little cafe in a side street of Manhattan was just the place for such solitude. Minimal traffic meant mostly peace and quiet for its patrons. The summer heat was sinking into the city pavement, but those at the cafe were safely under shade. Coffee and morning breakfasts was all one could smell around here.
Someone had given him directions to this little spot in the middle of nowhere. Owen was quite pleased he had managed to warp here correctly without much help. A badly plucked flower sat in his pants pocket, and he sat on a table that looked out over the street. One might have given him a second look over for the apparent discordance between his choice of clothes and the weather, but they wouldn't remember. Owen was already dead.
He had ordered an ice mocha and was patiently waiting for it to come. It was mildly packed this morning, though he managed to get a table all on his own. He found himself passing the time by observing the threads of people that were sitting around. They were all still white and lovely. Today was a good day for all these strangers, he thought to himself.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on May 15, 2015 16:55:14 GMT -8
[Normally Salvia would have gone to a smaller town like Savannah for a cup of coffee so she could be alone with her thoughts, but today she felt like going to New York. It wasn't easy to find a cafe with minimal hubbub of noisy pedestrians and beeping cars, and it was even more difficult to find one that wasn't Starbucks. Nothing wrong with Starbucks, she liked their chocolate croissants a lot, but her liking for their beverages grew dull over time.]
[After several fun hours of getting lost, as she normally did in big cities and unfamiliar places, Salvia somehow found herself in a somewhat quieter area, if a bit alien in atmosphere. It seemed a bit eerie in comparison to the loud morning traffic from earlier, but she can't complain about the subdued hum of the passing people and minimal cars droning through. Maybe she was close to a residential neighborhood.]
[Salvia walked around in the streets for a while, taking in the thick, smoky smells of the streets blended with the sweet, warm scents of the shops. A humble jewelry store, a perky boutique, someone's sketchy bookstore . . . and a nutty fragrance of coffee steaming out a few shops ahead. Geez, that's strong. Salvia quickened her pace toward the cafe, wondering what it looked like.]
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Post by november on Jun 14, 2015 3:07:32 GMT -8
He plucked the little red chrysanthemum for his journey to the real world, its New York this time.
Busy streets and roads full of cars going everywhere in town, An old man walking down that busy streets with his violin on his back.
No one will really notice him because he's so easily forgotten by people, its because he is an apprentice, death apprentice.
Even though some people might be lucky enough to not to forgot him...
After a couple of minutes walk reminiscing a bit of his past, the old man finally arrived at the small cafe, not really grand but just enough
to take a sip of coffee or tea and to sit down and relax, wandering in each others thoughts. He went into the cafe and looks like he searching
for someone.
1..2... tables, finally arrived at the right one where the boy sat on, maybe waiting for his own order. His food / drink order.
The old man gave a warm slight smile to the boy, and said,
"hello, can I sit here?"
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 14, 2015 8:07:51 GMT -8
He saw someone approaching, realising rather quickly that it wasn't a member of cafe staff. In fact, the man lacked a thread...
"Yes." he replied, only nodding towards the chair across from him. "Did someone tell you how to get here too?" he asked. Owen then turned back to the cafe crowd, distracted by fragments of conversations that grabbed his attention here and there. The small noises on the quiet roadside took him away for moments at a time too.
It was only when he turned back to the man, did he see the instrument slung over his back. "What is that?" he asked again, pointing this time.
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Post by stuffed-peppers on Jun 19, 2015 11:27:56 GMT -8
(sorry for that delay of response)
[Salvia stepped into the cafe area, peering around the tables and customers and deciding the atmosphere felt comfortable enough to try out. Without being too picky about her seating, she stepped towards an empty table a couple feet away from one that held two hombres: a young lad and an older man. She pulled apart a chair from its table, the feet of its metal legs screeching briefly across the concrete floor. She sat down and scooted back up, the metal scratching the ground loudly a few times. Since no normal waiter would be able to pick up Salvia's lack of spiritual presence, she waved a hand with a "'scuse me" to ask for a menu.]
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