.. MIS . FITS .. [ Closed ]

[Hijacked]

Vilkas stared blearily at the bright computer screen before him, his hands hovering over the keyboard motionless. He sat on a rather tall stool that made him slump over to keep his gaze level with the computer, which ultimately gave him a rather intense back cramp. A stream of light from behind the curtains caught his eye, causing him to move his left hand from the keyboard to check his watch. He took note of the time then sighed. Yet again, he'd stayed up all night with very little progress. Wonderful.
Standing from his previously hunched-over position, he stretched. A content smile worked it's way onto his face as his back popped with a loud crack. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way toward the fridge, then opened the cold rectangle. He stared at the practically barren wasteland that dwelled within, then grumbled in annoyance. Looks like he was going out for breakfast.
After throwing on a jacket, he adjusted his beanie, then grabbed the sunglasses he kept near the door. Locking said door behind him, Vilkas started down the stairs of the shabby apartment complex, then began his trek toward whatever place sold food.

[Synodic]

Eevee opened the door of the coffee shop and went to stand in line with the other tired city folk. When she got to the front of the line, she was greeted by a perky barista. "I'll have a medium caramel swirl coffee and a chocolate biscotti" Eevee mumbled to the overly perky worker.

[DunkMasterSolas]

(I don't see why you wouldn't be allowed to Summertime (: . Also, I can't get over how great all these characters are. (loling at princess bandaids and vintage alarm clocks) )

Iggy didn't have to search for long to find a coffee shop. He was, after all, in Manhattan. He was pretty sure there were a few ordinances dictating every street had to have at least one place to retrieve overpriced bean-water. He pushed open the door, glancing around at the other costumers as he did. Normal early-morning crowd, with the expected weirdos from the sketchy parts of the city.
He plunged his hands into the pockets of his pants and strolled up to the queue that had formed behind the cash register. He rolled his shoulders. Sleeping in that alley had done him no favors. He really needed to find a place to stay if he was planning on sticking around. Also a job. And probably another shirt... or two.
However those were problems for another time. He bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for the person in front of him to get done ordering her mocha-cream-swirl-yada-yada-yada, craning his neck to try and see if the coffee shop worker had The Best Thing Since Phonebooks. Aka: a name-tag.

[deletethisaccount145]

Victoria looked at Toby and petted his head gently. "Crowded as usual, eh, Toby?" she asked her canine companion and smiled when he licked her hand. "Gross!" Victoria giggled and wiped her hand off on her dress. She heard her cellphone ring and knew it was her parents.

"Hi, daddy," she said to her dad. "Yeah, I slept well, how about you?" Victoria asked him and smiled when he said that he said he slept fine. They talked until Victoria got to the radio-station. She started getting set up by picking out the first few songs. Toby laid down in a dog-bed set up by the desk.

[Synodic]

Eevee waited for her order to arrive, and happened to notice some guy behind her bouncing on his feet impatiently. "Do you have somewhere important to be, hotshot?" She thought in her head. He looked kind of like a hobo or something.

[deadofdecember]

I hiss and teeter back up again,half limping down the street while people gave me funny looks. Yes,that's right. Stare at the girl with a limp and mud on her coat. Lets all play the judging game. A coffee shop up ahead. Perfect for escaping the cold that had plagued the city,and to get rid of the rank smell of my apartment. The warm shop does the trick and I limp into the line,carefully looking around to see of any other supernaturals were around.

[deletethisaccount145]

(Dinner brb)

[Hijacked]

Vilkas, who had previously been lost deep in thought about possibilities for his project, walked ungracefully into the window of some kind of shop. Staggering back a few steps, he glared at the glass while rubbing his face. He grumbled to himself as he observed the shop. "Stupid see-through, good for nothing--" He stopped when he realized it was a coffee shop, and therefore a place he could find sustenance of some kind. Walking over to the door, he entered. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, causing him to carefully make his way toward the dark blob that seemed to be the waiting line. He took note of the rather hobo-ish man standing in front of him, then decided it was a good idea to figure out what he wanted and if he could afford it.
He found some sort of fancy sounding coffee which seemed appealing, then pulled out his wallet. He was approximately thirty cents short, and that was without tax. Absolutely wonderful.
Taking a moment to muster up what courage he had, he tapped the shoulder of the guy in front of him.
"Hey," He started gruffly, "you got a dollar I could borrow?"

[Synodic]

Eevee watched as a boy around her age walked up behind the hobo guy. She watched as he scanned the menu, checked his wallet, and scrunch up his eyebrows. Then, he asked the hobo for a dollar. Asking a hobo? For money?

[deadofdecember]

I watched several more people go by in the line before I saw a homeless man towards the front,smiling at the barista.
It clicks in my brain what he is. I want to kick myself.
How could I have not seen? He was a name eater,an idiot name eater,probibly wandering around coffee shops with names of weary people with name tags in his head. need to get out of here. Because I'm wearing a name tag too.
I stumble backwards and my ankle gives out underneath me,forcing a small scream from my mouth as I tumble loudly to the floor. Oh yes,thats exactly what I want to do,get more attention. I rip off the name tag and stuff it into my jacket pocket,hoping that the name eater hadn't seen.