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Post by junli on Apr 6, 2010 16:06:56 GMT -5
Aah, coffee. It was the one human beverage that vampires could not only consume without feeling sick to the stomach, but also the single most alluring scent. Apart from that of blood, of course.
Breezing gracefully through the doors, Jun stopped inside the Starbucks and took a deep breath, inhaling as much of the glorious scent as he could. His gaze skirted the establishment, passing over a couple mortal floozies who looked at him with a strange mixture of fear and disgust. Jun's response was to stare them down. They turned away, each of them shivering. A self-satisfied smirk curled the corner of the vampire's mouth as he raked a hand through his hair. It was thick and soft to the touch, just the way he liked it. He then strung his fingers through the belt loops of his slacks and marched passed the pair of humans as though he owned them. Which, in all honesty... he did.
He knew the poor soul behind the counter. A vampire named Pete. It was a pity the fellow had to spend his nights serving the humans, especially when everyone else usually took advantage of the time and went hunting. A nice fresh deer was sounding pretty good around then, but deer blood couldn't make Jun's mouth water like coffee. If he couldn't have his blood, this was the next best thing. He spared Pete a sympathetic look before rattling off his usual. "I'll take a half-calf double decaf with a twist of lemon." His words came out crisp, clean, and perfectly enunciated, same as always. It wasn't because he was a vampire. You'd be surprised at some of the shmutzy English he heard among the underground. His manner of speaking had been developed over years of practice.
Pete poured him his coffee and handed the cup back. It might have been warm - even burning hot - to the touch, but Jun couldn't feel anymore. Warmth, cold... it made no difference. He thanked Pete with a half-smile, paid him for the coffee, and turned to face the rest of the shop. There was an open booth tucked into one of the back corners. It was there that Jun headed, taking a sip of his drink as he went. He seated himself, placing his cup on the table in front of him. He then propped his elbows up on the tabletop, folded his hands, and set his chin on his knuckles. He was settled in to watch.
.. And wait.
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Post by mackenzie on Apr 7, 2010 9:38:15 GMT -5
‘‘ i ask myself, is all hope lost? [/font] is there only pain, and hatred, and misery? [/color][/font]  [/center] Rec time, a time that most of the breeders looked forward to as it was the only chance during the 24 hour day that they were allowed to breathe the fresh, crisp air outside, and stretch their legs in an area that was larger than their boarding house. For Mackenzie however, it was still a time that brought about a feeling of uncomfortable displeasure caused by her agoraphobia. Although she could now stand to be outside rather than cowering in a corner as she suffered repetitive panic attacks, Mack still found the whole experience required more energy than was really necessary and it was more of a burden to the girl who just wanted to lead a normal life. Though normal had an entirely different meaning for a sixteen year old that lived amongst the undead after being born in a vampire colony, and had the joys of being bred to come, which was a task she relished as much as she would relish sticking pins directly into her still beating heart without as much as an anaesthetic.
It was a daily mental struggle for Mackenzie to gather the will to leave the boarding house, and today wasn’t any different, but she knew exactly where she was heading; Starbucks. It was the place she visited on most days and it was the furthest she had managed to get away from her boarding house without the fear coiling around her body and rendering her paralysed. Her ritualistic path from the boarding house to the commercial coffee shop, was followed with precision, so she needn’t have to stray out into the wide open spaces between buildings too often (or preferably, not at all). Though of course, Mack caused some funny looks to come her way as she skirted around the buildings with as little space between herself and the protective walls that prevented her thinking too much about the vast amount of space that she could still see out of the corner of her eye.
The sanctuary of Starbucks lured her in immediately with its enticing trademark scent of coffee, which overwhelmed the other sweeter delicacies that the shop sold to its customers. As soon as she entered the warm indoors, her quickened heartbeat began to die down, the trembles that overcame her body ceased and a sense of calm set in. Mackenzie breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her, safe now in the comforting four walls that enclosed her from the real world, and strolled casually up to the counter to order a simple black coffee; no milk, no sugar, just plain fresh coffee. The smell of decay interspersed with that of the rich hot drinks behind the counter, which Mackenzie barely noticed after habituating to it long ago. Not that the smell of rotting flesh was enough to put her off, nor the nightmares of her estranged brother being ripped to pieces by vampires; in fact Mackenzie wasn’t as scared as the vampires as she should be and her naivety was perhaps one of her major downfall, which would eventually get her into more trouble than she could ever dream of.
Turning from the vampire serving her, Mack took the hot cup of coffee and searched for an empty table to sit at. Her green eyes gazed across another vampire, sitting alone in a booth in the far corner of the room, his head resting atop his entwined fingers as he watched over the goings on in the coffee shop. She recognised him, but his name evaded her entirely as she didn’t exactly strive to remember the names of those who would eventually kill her as soon as she popped out a baby boy and girl. If she was too good to become a snack and was deemed strong enough, then she would be turned into one of them, which Mackenzie disapproved of simply for the fact that she would no longer be able to pull of the whole ‘look like a butterfly, sting like a bee’ thing that she had going on as a human. Mack snapped out of her miniature reverie, realising that she had been staring at the coffee drinking vampire for longer than appropriate, she hastily slunk onto the nearest empty seat that did not have an additional occupant on the opposing side of the two-seater table. With her back now to the perusing decaying monster (which in itself was probably a mistake), Mack placed her coffee mug on the table and wrapped both her hands around the warm drink as she waited for it to cool.
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