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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 19:29:12 GMT -6
私はあなたのために十分ではなかった Ah Espresso Yourself, a coffee shop that made him feel like vomiting. To say that it worshiped superheroes may have been overstatement, but it certainly succeeded in idolizing some of the worst and most selfish ones. He recognized a few of them as heroes concerned with more than just themselves, but most were pre-death actors. However, even though he had a strong distaste for the place, it had some of the best coffee on the planet. He had yet to adorn the wall with his own autograph, he didn't do those kinds of things. He was a regular in the small and quaint coffee shop, most of the barista's had gotten over his imposing stature. Most would have expected him to get something like a black coffee, something that mimic'd his personality. He hated black coffee, he preferred peppermint frappuccino's or a nice Cappuccino. After reaching the counter he ordered himself his drink, a small wallet popped out of a compartment, he payed and slipped it back in. The barista staring into the glossy black abyss of his visor. Stepping to the side he waited for his drink to get prepared. Stiff and unflinching he waited for his drink. The shop being surprisingly empty. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 16:56:37 GMT -6
caffeine. she was addicted to caffeine. it was a foolish decision of her to switch from herbal tea, but during those three years she spent inventing bad kids toys she needed something stronger. gen regretted her choices very much that morning as she could not find a coffee machine in her partner's flat. upon further inquiry she realised that he not only was mormon and therefore did not consume caffeine, but that he had a bizarrely collapsed form of morals wherein pre-marital sex was okay, but coffee wasn't. they would not be seeing each other again.
pulling her hair into a tight ponytail as she briskly walked down the street, gen looked for a place where she could get some coffee. after a few blocks she spied across the street the dreaded, familiar shop, espresso yourself. she'd managed to avoid it during her three years at vu, praying never to be seen at such a forsaken hole of just disgusting people who worshipped assholes with powers. gen, being completely above that, sauntered past with her nose turned high. "hmph," she would just have to find somewhere else to go. but after four long blocks of nothing but gross, fluorescent signs flashing world's best cup of coffee, gen conceded that albeit in poor fashion taste, espresso yourself probably from what she heard had better coffee than any of these ragtag mom n' pop establishments.
as she walked up to the counter, gen let her hair down in an attempt to draw less attention to her face. even if people didn't recognise her as a training super, it wasn't everyday that people saw someone as beautiful as her. flawless skin, deep blue eyes, full lips, dainty nose. she belted her full-length coat, carefully concealing her skin tight party dress from the night before. tuesday morning walk-of-shames were nothing to be proud of.
"i'll have your house blend with three shots of espresso in the largest size you've got," she said handing the cashier her card. "thanks. my name's clark, by the way."
as she turned to wait for her coffee, she found herself face to face with her engineering teacher. so much for being inconspicuous.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 12:17:55 GMT -6
私はあなたのために十分ではなかった He heard the chime of the door opening as another patron walked in, he didn't bother turning and looking, he didn't really care. He heard his name called and picked up his drink. He overheard the other patron's name as clark, but her voice sounded oddly familiar. This time he turned around and lo and behold he ran into one of his chemistry student. The fact that she gave a fake name could only mean she didn't want to be seen here. At least not by anyone she knew. He opened the visor just enough for his mouth to be showing, and began sipping on his drink. Genevieve or Gen Erikson was one of his better students. She had a certain creative substance to her that seemed to elevate her above the rest, albeit her powers did give her a substantial boost in his eye's in comparison to the rest of his students. He also admired her arm, and how it so fluidly mimicked that of a normal arm. It was reminiscent of the first stages in building his suit. The only reason his suit was so fluid was due to the personal connection that he had with it. He was separate from his suit, both were alive and together they acted as one cohesive unit. He looked at his student while leisurely sipping his frapp. "I expect your paper turned in tomorrow." His tone was cold, but she would've have been used to it, he wasn't exactly the friendliest teachers. Most of his students failed, he was surprised people kept signing up for his class. Now he was probably expected to make some sort of small talk, and as much as he detested speaking, he clearly had nothing urgent to attend seeing as he was in a coffee shop. "The coffee here is wonderful, is it not?" MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 0:32:44 GMT -6
the dreaded moment had come when her professor had a) noticed her and b) decided to talk to her. gen figured she'd have to say something back to the man. she bit the inside of her check and slowly exhaled through her nose. stepping closer to konrad that way people would be less likely to hear their conversation to come, she carefully tightened the knot on her coat.
"house blend with three shots for clark!" called the barista, who was too busy to realize she was standing right there. gen paused to pick up her coffee and calmly murmured, "thanks." she turned back to konrad and sighed. "clark is my middle name," she muttered in a monotone. "also, it's funny. cause i'm a super. and superman's alias is also clark," she added in an equally dead tone. "but i was named after my grandfather. and not a cute alien in hot pants." she fiddled with the lid and once it was off she blew away the rising layer of steam.
she ignored his comment about the paper. it wasn't like she'd ever turned anything in to him late before. so his comment was unfounded, and besides he would have a response tomorrow, all thirteen pages of it. gen gave him a kurt smile, and suggested, "anyway, would you like to sit down? i'm not very partial to drinking hot things standing up." she motioned to the nearly empty coffee house and all it's available tables beneath the tasteless array of superhero paraphernalia. "as for the coffee i've never been hear before… and i haven't tried it yet, and i'm not fond of burning my tongue on things." she paused briefly. "but i sure as hell can't wait to try it," she added with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 13:59:21 GMT -6
私はあなたのために十分ではなかった That made more sense, Clark would serve as an adequete pseudonym if you were attempting to hide. He picked up that kind of thing from her body language, it was quite possible she didn't want to be seen here for the same reasons he did. He didn't know her well enough to formulate a reason. "Interesting, I was never a fan of superman, didn't find much glamor in anything he did, he kind of reminds me of todays heroes." There was also a dead tone to his, although it was much more monotonous, Konrad took a certain pleasure in being devoid of emotion, people couldn't read him easily. "That's a lovely idea." His tone the same as before, he didn't indicate a seat, he just moved and expected her to follow him. Pick out a table in the far left corner, secluded from any windows and with the least amount of light. He didn't like to be in the center, and certainly hated being near windows. He pulled his chair out and sat down putting his drink on the table and adjusting himself. He was beginning to like her, the tone in her voice was reminiscent of his own, and everyone knew he had a certain fondness to dry humor. "So tell me Genevieve, what do students with powers do on their time off." Although he knew the answer wouldn't differ from those that students without powers would give, he still found it polite to ask, not to mention he wasn't exactly a conversationalist, one could probably tell from his rather disinterested and bleak tone. Outside a small van pulled up, it was white and the windows tinted. IT didn't seem too unusual, but Konrad saw out of his peripheral and immediately felt uneasy. It wasn't like their was any crime in this part of town, and nothing of value on these streets, maybe he was being a little too cautious, it happened in his line of work. @kyle MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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