Corkstown { closed }

[gizmo,]

Stepping into the cafe, Ryder was met with a blast of coffee-grain air, overwhelming her senses so much so she almost left right then and there. But she didn't, because she needed this job. So taking a deep breath rather dejectedly, she made a beeline for the back, grabbing her apron and getting to work. She knew all she needed to know about working at a cafe for she'd worked at plenty of them in her 17 years. At the moment, she was wiping down the counters, keeping quiet, knowing that if she spoke, a sarcastic remark would escape her lips. Her blue eyes, surrounded by mascara and eye liner, flickered from the counter to the bounty of customers, taking in each and every one of their odd quirks. It was quite interesting, really, working in a people place for you saw everything. Literally.

Birds chirping. Wind blowing. Zak smiled as he strolled through town, his blue-eyed gaze flickering from one thing to the next, never staying put. Kind of like him, always moving, never sitting still for very long - it was an annoying trait but one nonetheless. His hands were in his pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a black tank top, for guys of course, that showed off his biceps. His skin was tan and toned from all the time he worked outside for his dad.
People chatted around him, milling about, doing their own thing - it was any other day in Corkstown. Corkstown - the place to be. He chuckled at that thought, seeing as it was a tiny town not even on a map. But it was the town he was born in, and he loved it. At 18 years old, he needed to decide whether he was staying in town for the rest of his life or moving - he wasn't sure and he needed to decide fast. If he stayed, he'd be expected to take over his dad's business, which he didn't mind it was just boring. You see, Zak likes adventure, excitement - like his best friend Ryder. So if he left, he'd get exactly that - excitement and also pressure and other expectations. Zak sighed as he mulled this over, his mind wandering to other things.

[jpano96]

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Crush: Open
Location: Cafe
Age: Twenty one
Action: Ordering

Draiden took his hand from his mouth as his beverage came back. "Chocolate chip," he said and nodded slightly, approving his choice. He couldn't help but glance at the blonde again, who was beginning to look like she brightened up a little. He looked back to his table and the menu there, he slid it to the side and gripped he cold glass in his hand and brought it up to his lips. A long cool sip of the water got him feeling less drowsy as before and ready for the day. He began thinking about what he could do today, but all he could think of as fun things to mess around with. No serious thoughts filled his mind as he waited for the muffin.

[Dafna]

As Marylin started to talk he nodded listening to what she was saying, of course he paid attention to what she said like he did to most. Though he knew that he might only remember 60% of what she was saying later he knew that he would still remember it, since people were hard to forget. Watching curiously as she seemed to get her camera out of a bag he had to smile when she laughed a little. “Well, I just see things from a different perspective” he added tilting his head to the side as she said he was the first to notice the name with her dog. Hearing her talk about attachment he raised and eyebrow slightly “Nothing disappears forever trust me, if it disappeared then we probably would forget about it”. That was his opinion on things a little, he had a lot of opinion’s on things. Bradley was observant about things, at school he would notice the little bird that was trying to eat a worm to big for its mouth rather than noticing what the teacher was teaching in the board. Yep, really it sometimes takes a lot of effort to keep his attention on things, especially people with authority with them then he gets a little side tracked…. Wait that’s off topic. Shaking his head a little he looked at her and smiled before he heard Dem. He had seen her waving in the background before and really had to ask himself if he could use that sometime later to embarrass her. “Hey, and no you didn’t, Dem meet Marylin, she’s new in town, Marylin meet Dem, I was think we could show her around the town, meet a few people. Maybe we could go to the café? Grab a bite to eat?” he asked looking between Marylin and Dem. They were all friends here hopefully, but only after he said it did he notice what he truly said.




Looking at the money that the lady had left to him, did she want change? Looking at the money for a second he picked it up and used it to pay for the meal. Putting the change that was left over in the tips jar just for the fun of it. It got him curious sometimes how some people seemed to be too busy to have a look up and see the sun shine, or even talk to the waiter. But then again he was just that a waiter, only reason some people talked to him was to get their food or to complain about the food. Not that no one ever really complained about it that much, only really they did to tell him that it might be too hot. Looking around he shifted a little before watching Ryder curiously as she begun to work at the Café. At least the café had people here, everyone was different and he loved watching them. A small smile seemed to form on his face as he thought of something silly. Moving back over to clean some of the glasses he laughed a little to himself, his mother would say that everyone was a different type of ice-block. With all the different flavours and colors. Only they had the same old thing holding them up. Focusing on the job again he wondered if they should do something about the coloring, this place was just to lovely it felt homey and like a coffee shop should? He hadn’t been to that many around here.

[toast;]

Demetria smiled at Marilyn kindly. "Pleasure to meet you Marilyn." She glanced at Bradley as he spoke of showing her around the town. "Sounds like fun. A walk around town doesn't sound like a bad idea. And you know I'm always up for a trip to the café" She gave him a devilish smirk. Mentioning the place wasn't enough to make her blush, but she always ended up getting nervous when she went in there. Being her clumsy self, she always got worried that she might trip over wet floor signs and a make a fool of herself in front of Ian. She was surprised that he hadn't realized she had a major crush on him, and of he did, he was never letting on. Maybe he didn't want her to feel embarrassed? She couldn't be sure, and didn't want to assume. It never got anyone anywhere to assume things, and she didn't want to straight up ask. If she didn't and he had no idea, that would just create an awkward situation. Anyways, he is usually focused on his school work and his job to notice her, or so she always thought. She didn't like the fct that she never knew what went on in his mind, probably because she could away guess with Bradley. But that was the difference between best friends and people she didn't talk to everyday.

[b52g6n8l]

-~Marylin Burnsworth~-

Marylin listened to Bradley, with all of her attention. She just couldn't bring herself to agree with him on the matter of things disappearing. If that was so, following what Bradley had said, then wouldn't she see David again? No, impossible. He really was gone. There was no possibility that she would ever see him again. Not one. Sighing mentally, she freed herself from her depressing thoughts and focused on Bradley and Zooks in front of her. Man, she really did like his smile. She smiled despite her earlier negative battle within her deepest thoughts, and jumped a little when a voice spoke up from behind her. "Gosh," She laughed for a second. "You scared me." She said grinning at the girl, while pushing up her glasses. "And it's nice to meet you Dem." She said smiling in a friendly way, before listening to them talk about an around-the-town trip. She nodded in excitement. "I would really like that." She said blushing a bit when she realized that her gaze kept wondering over to Bradley. To make a cover-up for her mindless behavior, she picked up her camera she had rested against her stomach and zoomed in onto the area behind him, snapping a shot of an unsuspecting squirrel busying it's self with a acorn. She let the camera hang by it's strap around her neck again and looked at Zoose, who had left Bradley's lap and was now sniffing Dem's shoes.

Delaney Jane Smith

. Shut up and listen to music .

I wipe the smile from my face and sternly look down upon him as if I were his queen. "You are so indubiously welcome, Dear Child." When I sit back in my chair and pull the muffin out of the paper sack I clutch it to my chest and scan the store looking for ninja or goblins who might steal it. "My precious," I say mimicing Golum. [I think?] The quirky grin soon returns to my coral lips and I take the first bite out of my plump muffin. "That man might be a bit crazy, but he makes the best muffins and pastries in town!" I claim my mouth still full of food. Manners shmanners! When you only have a father, talking with your mouth full and sitting like a lady have never been much of an issue.

._Kyler Summers_.

Kyle laughed out loud at her impression of Lord of The Rings. He listened to her comment on the old man's baking skills and he nodded in agreement. "You speak the truth!" He exclaimed, holding out his muffin into the air like a knight and his sword, before bringing to his mouth and taking a bite of it. He cleared his mouth of the muffin taste with his coffee, before looking around again. "I could go for some good music right now." He said smiling a bit before stretching again. Even if his mind wasn't tired any more, his shoulders slightly ached from the late night studying and guitar playing. He didn't mind though, being as he saw the small pain as a sign of his hard work.

[Dafna]

Bradley looked at the two girls before smiling a little as he came up with an idea though was glad that they were nice to each other as well as glad that they all agreed on going to the Café. Ah he could do with a nice muffin about now. Seeing Dem’s smirk he knew that she would do something like that. Though he always found it a little funny to see how she acted around Ian, after all he had been talking to Ian when he was walking through the park. But Dem wouldn’t know that until later, if she asked of course. Clapping his hands together once he smiled “Well, we better go and get a seat” he declared smiling at them as he started to slowly head towards the café, he didn’t want Marylin to get lost, not that it would be easy to get lost he just didn’t want to leave anyone behind. “You know I hear they have the best muffins” he added casually as he started to think of a few things about the café. It would be all so interesting, not to mention that the previous night he had gone to the back of the café and decorated it. No one would see it of course since it was at the back near the back door on the outside but he still loved how you could do some creative work and not have anyone notice until it is all too late for them to actually notice what had happened.

[gizmo,]

Ｒｙｄｅｒ || Ｔｈｒｅａｔｔ

❝Wʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ I ʟɪᴠᴇ?
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ
-ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ-
ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs...
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ!❞

You know that feeling you get when your being watched? The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and it's suddenly like you can feel eyes on you? That's how Ryder felt as she worked in the cafe. She could tell someone was watching her; she could feel it as their eyes followed her. Though instead of freaking out, she felt flattered. Weird, right? Who would feel flattered when someone was watching them like a stalker? Well, Ryder would. In her mind, if someone watched you like a stalker, then you must be interesting enough to look t. That's a compliment in her mind.
After a few minutes of working, acutely aware of where the person was in the room, she turned to look who it was. It appeared to be a guy, a cute one at that though she ignored that feeling, she realized it was a waiter. Interesting. When she finally caught the guy's eye, she raised an eyebrow, a look questioning him.
Absentmindedly, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her long brown hair was in a high pony tail, out of her face and out of the way while she worked. She was wearing shorts and her usual vans. Her shirt was a tank top since no one had said anything about a specific uniform, so she figured whatever. After a few minutes of her watching the guy, she turned and went back to scrubbing down the counters, her eyes flicking to the guy every so often. She recognized him of course - who wouldn't? It was Ian Michaels, the guy everyone wanted it seemed. Pathetic, really, in her mind. Not Ian personally, just that every girl seem to want him. It never failed to amuse her the stereotypes that flew around here like the birds themselves. She had to admit, he wasn't bad to look at, easy on the eyes and all that jazz, but that seemed to be the thing everyone cared about - looks. She was considered pretty, what with her long brown hair that fell in waves, her blue eyes that were piercing, her tan skin and toned body, not to mention her piercings and tattoos. The only thing that seemed to turn people away from her, to look down on her, was her rude personality and rebellious streak. Well, they could deal with it. She didn't try to fit in or conform to the "norm", no she did her own thing and people seemed to not like that. People meaning her parents. It was hilarious every time they tried to talk her out of her choices and attitude and whatnot, like how you would talk someone down from the edge of a building. Carefully and cautiously. She wasn't a time bomb for goodness sakes! This was her and people just needed to deal with it.

[RYCBAR123]

Delaney Jane Smith

. Shut up and listen to music .

I smile as he mentions music. "What song, Doll?" I asked Kyle. I stand and walk up to the stage grabbing a spare guitar we use for shows and hand it over to him. Next I get into the back room and pull out my guitar. I keep it in there because I paid for it and I would freak if something happened to it. I leaned it up against my chair and waited for his answer. I enjoyed singing and playing, but didn't know if Ken Doll was legit or not. I love the people that walk around town and think they are all that, but they are tone deaf. The worst thing in the world is when a tone deaf person has their headphones on and try singing aloud, but they sound like chickens in distress. Jessica, my sister, is one of those people, but her mother is worse. My Pa and I secretly where ear plugs in the mornings because Cynthia and Jessica think they have to sing. Just because they come from Tennessee does not make them country stars.

[Dafna]

After a few minutes of staring into what seemed like a distance space he snapped out of it when he realised that Ryder? Was that right? He hadn’t talked to her that much but she seemed to be somewhat interesting. It made him curious about he and he wondered when he could talk to her. Seeing as she looked directly at and raised an eyebrow he couldn’t help but smile back at her. Not bothered by the fact that she had caught him staring at her. Truthfully he only looked down for a second to make sure that he didn’t drop a glass on the floor then looked back at her before he noticed that she had gone back to work. Tilting his head slightly as he continued to clean the glasses he looked at what she was wearing for a few seconds before smirking a little then looking down. He hadn’t talked to her that much and really he thought it was good if you got to know your colleagues, have a good time at work. It was proven that things actually worked better and faster when you were friends with your work buddies.
Looking up at the clock for a few seconds he smiled a little, glancing around the room for a few seconds before looking back towards her. There was just something he couldn’t put his finger on, something about her and it made him just want to get up and ask her what it was. But then he would look a little odd and probably confuse her. Thinking for a few seconds he smiled a little as a small idea formed in his head, most costumers seemed to be happy right about now and he could probably afford a few minutes of a break to have something to eat. Picking up two muffins he got out a tenner and paid for them before moving over to the table that Ryder seemed to be cleaning and placing a muffin in the centre of it. It might have been a little confusing to her but he really didn’t mind. Taking the muffin he had in his hand he sat down at the table and looked at her before taking a piece of the muffin in his hand and popping it in his mouth. It was a little bit of a silent invitation to sit down with him and have something to eat, a free meal? He knew some might turn it down but he wondered if she would. Looking up at her he motioned to one of the other chairs at the table for her to seat in. “Muffin?” he asked the corner of his lips turning upwards slightly.

[b52g6n8l]

-~Marylin Burnsworth~-

May was all smiles for this was a day where she actually forgot everything she was running from. She had met a very nice, (and attractive), guy, and what seemed like a great girl to be friends with. Zoose sure was happy to finally be social with people other than herself. Though, when she thought about it, it hurt her pride as an owner a little. She smiled despite that fact and stretched her hands upward into the air, before following after Bradley. May was enjoying the town a little more than she thought she would. Tilting her head, May started to wonder if she had been here before when she was little with her brother. Maybe her father had wanted to start a bank here in Corkstown? She thought before looking at Dem and Bradley. "A long time ago, was there a plan to build a large company bank here?" She asked out of her curiosity, and before she could even register the question in her mind. She hadn't even been able to think about what she was going to say before she had just up and blurted it out. Oh well. If there had been a Burnsworth Bank starting up here when she was little, that would explain why a few things seemed so familiar, and she didn't remember them because of what had happened a few years back.

._Kyler Summers_.

Kyle tilted his head to the side and spun in his seat to follow her movement. He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise when she handed him a guitar, but he handled it naturally, and let it rest on his thigh. He grinned at the guitar she had and nodded his approval. "If you're going to test me, please try not to be too surprised." He said teasingly and strummed each string individually to see if it was tuned. "Sounds good to me." He said before looking up at DJ. "Any song you want me to play. Name it and if I know it I'll play it. If I don't know it, play it for me and I'll do my best to copy your sound." That was originally how he started playing guitar. He had mimicked his favorite songs on his uncle's guitar and his uncle had given it to him for his birthday, claiming Kyle had a gift for music. Back then he had kind of laughed it off, but now he believed it just might be true.