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[DunkMasterSolas]

Iggy huffed. We'll at least they put their real names on their name-tags. So he had that. He grimaced at the total. He had really hoped not to spend any money- money that was supposed to be spent on a phonebook.
He supposed he could just steal one from a diner of something and pulled out the last of his change.

"Right. Here you go," he handed over the money, happy that the purchase hadn't completely bankrupted him yet. He pocketed the spare change and took the cup adding, "Thank you so much, Kit." He savored the name as it left his lips. Though it was short, it was sweet. A light sort of name. In all honestly it was the kind of name he'd prefer to have after a meal if he was feeling particularly indulgent. There was also a bit of a kick to it. A kind of spice laced underneath. It wasn't filling, but it would do until he could get another one.

He then moved away from the counter to a table to study his options and strategize.

(Cool. I'm at a stopping point here so I'll wait for everyone before doing anything else.)

[.eroded.]

Lee
The werewolf groaned and rolled over to face the alarm clock on her nightstand. "I'm up...wait, just give me like...another hour." She flopped back into the pillow and closed her eyes once again.
The knocking at her door stopped for a few seconds as Isaac hesitated, but she heard him mutter something about having to "reheat her food up in the microwave by the time she woke up" -which would more than likely be some time in the afternoon, just in time for classes.
Satisfied that her brother -as she liked to refer to him as since he had taken her in after her entire clan was slaughter- had finally decided to leave her alone to rest, Lee reached over, grabbed the clock from her bedside table and set it for 1:00 PM. She lazily put it back on the table and went back to sleep.

Jessica
The ghost sat on the window seat of the only window in the attic. Her arms were wrapped around her drawn up legs, cheek resting on her knees as she watched the Manhattan streets below slowly spring to life. 'I used to be down there,' she thought and hugged her knees tighter. Tears threatened to fill up her eyes, but Jessica forced them to stay at bay. 'I remember when I used to walk down to the bus stop and wait on my...friends.'
Friends. She didn't have those anymore. Not now, not when she was dead.
The red-head averted her eyes away from the sunlit window and stared at the semitransparent form of her bare feet resting on the dusty purple-colored cushion; the sunlight lit up her form to where she could see the dust particles of the attic floating in and out of her ghostly form. 'I wonder why I'm back here at my old house. I'm stuck here and I wasn't even living here when I was murdered!"

Kit
"You're welcome." Kit didn't bother to ask the man's name. He looked...well, she hated to say it...like a hobo; she was sure he wouldn't be coming back to the shop anytime soon. She had caught the quiet huff he gave as she left, after telling him her name, but the vampire didn't really care.
After the man had left and headed to a table, a weird feeling came over Kit. The pain registered in her mind as a sudden headache and it slowly dulled down after a few seconds. 'Weird,' she thought and put a hand to the back of her head where the pain had started.

(( This is my last post for tonight everyone. ))

[DunkMasterSolas]

(Heyo! I don't know if anyone's around rn. However, I'm gonna go ahead and post. ^-^ I'm thinking I'll get Iggy out of the coffee shop & into the park.)

After a second of thought, standing next to a table and examining the other costumers, he had decided on a course of action. Emo-guy was obviously not a great target. Either he wasn't a morning person, unfriendly, or he was so out of it he was in a complete daze. All of those options, while fun to mess with, would probably not end with him getting a name out of the conversation. Maybe if he was less hungry... However he was starving so Emo was off his list.

Then there was that woman from the back of the line. He had looked her over. There was something dangerous about her. The way she had suddenly panicked was... interesting. Then there was that little thing about whatever he had seen in her mouth. He decided to memorize her face in case he saw her again. Perhaps there was a mystery to pry open there.

Finally he saw it: a busboy moving to clean off the table beside him. He bent over casually to get a look at the name-tag on his shirt. Matthew. Yeah, that'd work. Not particularly unique, but it'd be substantial enough to last him until he could find a phonebook. He decided that the coffee shop wasn't the best place to finally eat, however. He'd already eaten once here. Since he was going to use another peron who worked at the coffee shop, he should probably remove himself. Multiple, sudden migraines while he was nearby wasn't great for his cover. It was like putting a flashing neon sign over his head that said: "Yo! Hunters in the area, look! Something weiiirrrd! Better check it out!" He rolled his eyes before nodding to himself and leaving the shop, heading to a nearby park to finally eat properly.

[Synodic]

Eevee ran down the sidewalk, passing streetgoers, and mumbling sorries on the way. She would hail a taxi, but she didn't want to sit on seats that people have probably puked on or something.

[DunkMasterSolas]

(Hello Luna! ^-^)

[Synodic]

(Hello! Somebody is here (>0.0)>)

[deletethisaccount145]

(I have major wb right now, so I can't post T-T)

[Synodic]

(All okay :3)

[deadofdecember]

(Yea,I'm going to start up again too because I'm stuck on the middle of Walmart with nothing else better to do )

I carefully watch the name eater leave,making note of what director he went in,so that I didn't run into him later. My name was long enough that it would create a horrible headache,giving Missy an excuse to get more hours in. And my rent was due soon. I groaned and looked at the clock. Missy would have a fit if I didn't get to the office soon,so I began to get up and limp over to the door. It was still cold outside and a pang in my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten in awhile. A long while. The coffee hadn't help at all and I grumble at bit. The process of scanning the crowd for a suitable prey begins.

[DunkMasterSolas]

(Oh! Didn't realize people were around. Hello all ^^ Ugh, writer's block suuucks)

Iggy found himself a bench and hopped onto it with a grunt. The pigeons that had been browsing out around in front of the bench gave a few indignant chips as the waddled away from the alarming newcomer who showed no signs of having crumbs. Iggy rolled his shoulders, leaned back and sighed before saying, "Matthew." He tooks his time, clsoing his eyes and allowing himself to annunciate every syllable. It was a little boring. Very traditional every-man flavor. There was an interesting hint of bitterness at the end. Of course, the man [img]was[/img] a bus-boy. Bitterness was to be expected to a point.

Back in the coffee shop, Matthew the bitter bus-boy stopped his work. With a grunt of pain, he grabbed onto the side of the table he had been clearing and put a hand on his forehead. A couple of people as if he was okay and he waved them off. After a moment he straightened up, looking confused and slightly perturbed. He shook his head and started to get back to work.

Feeling satisfied, Iggy spotted a newspaper sticking out of the trashcan next to the bench. He plucked it out and sifted through the contents. He found what he was looking for. The personal ads. Job applications and housing options were what he was looking for. There had to be someone in this city that was looking for a roommate. He most certainly wasn't going to be able to get enough cash to pay for something by himself. Besides, it had been a while since he had someone to bother consistently.

(Let me know if anyone has any kind of add the the paper. (Nobody has to have one, but I wanted to leave the option open!) )