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[RYCBAR123]

Delaney Jane Smith

. Shut up and listen to music .

I sit in an empty music store while my favorite oldies play over the speakers and hum along. Every rose has it's thorn, I sang silently. The record store's customers fluxuate it number. Some days we are booming with business and others I don't know why I even bother keeping it open. I wish I had someone to watch the store while I run errands from time to time, but my Help Wanted sign in the front window has yet to attract any attention. I asked Jessica if she needed a job, but she said no. She expressed her opinion of my store and working and said that she would rather be ugly than step foot in the store. I took that as a creative way of saying no. The bakery was two doors down and the cafe was at the corner. I could smell coffees and pastries as soon as I stepped outside and my stomache was growling. Those waffles I ate earlier weren't enough and my stomach continue to growl. I knew we would be slow all morning, so I bravely left my post and ran two doors down to the bakery. I nervously looked from side to side like I was a spy here to pick up a secret item from the baker. He knows me well and will understand that I'm in a hurry hopefully.

Jessica Grace Coleman

. I'm all you could want and more .

I walk into the cafe and sit alone at a booth. I wave a hand in the air trying to signal that I am ready to be waited upon. When no one immediately comes I turn to look behind me and I see a waiter with his nose in his textbooks. Give me a break, I mumbled to myself. I realize they just opened, but can they not see me just sitting here? While waiting I pull out my phone and log into Twitter. It takes forever to load, but finally I am finally successful in posting: I am the only one in this hell-hole. How can they not see me? #wth I am truly disgusted with this place. I log out and click on my Mirror App, so that I may check out my speedy makeup job. I looked fabulous of course and every blonde curl was in place.

[RYCBAR123]

[Created a new guy on the front page.]

[jpano96]

Ɖяαι∂ɛи Ƭʋƨℓσσƨα

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

Draiden pushed the door open to a small cafe. It was rather empty, something to expect from a small town. He noticed a blonde girl sitting in one of the booths and walked past her, to a booth across hers. He picked up one of the menus, all the food looked okay to eat but he set it down with a sigh. He began to look out the window of the cafe with his hand plastered on his face. He started to feel thirsty, and looked around the place for a server, maybe he could get a water or something and hang out here until noon or so. He rubbed his cheek, unaware that he hadn't shaved in awhile and felt the stubble from two days.

[hypnotic.]

Alice walked up the sidewalk towards her uncles cafe/coffee shop. She opened the door, hearing the familiar little bell ring as she entered. She winced a bit, she really hated loud noises. She let the door close by itself as she look in the sights she saw almost everyday. People in the booths and Ian studying. She took in how he studied instead of waiting on the customers. She sighed and looked around once more, not seeing her uncle anywhere.

She walked over to Ian and was about to kick him, but decided against it. She walked away from him, going up to a girl with perfect curly blonde hair. She placed her hand on the table and leaned on it, then forced a smile to come onto her face as she looked at her. People like that girl, seems to think she is all that, just got on her nerves. She cleared her throat, looking down at her. "How may I help you?" she asked in a maybe to cheerful voice.

[RYCBAR123]

Delaney Jane Smith

. Shut up and listen to music .

I sit in an empty music store while my favorite oldies play over the speakers and hum along. Every rose has it's thorn, I sang silently. The record store's customers fluxuate it number. Some days we are booming with business and others I don't know why I even bother keeping it open. I wish I had someone to watch the store while I run errands from time to time, but my Help Wanted sign in the front window has yet to attract any attention. I asked Jessica if she needed a job, but she said no. She expressed her opinion of my store and working and said that she would rather be ugly than step foot in the store. I took that as a creative way of saying no. The bakery was two doors down and the cafe was at the corner. I could smell coffees and pastries as soon as I stepped outside and my stomache was growling. Those waffles I ate earlier weren't enough and my stomach continue to growl. I knew we would be slow all morning, so I bravely left my post and ran two doors down to the bakery. I nervously looked from side to side like I was a spy here to pick up a secret item from the baker. He knows me well and will understand that I'm in a hurry hopefully.

Jessica Grace Coleman

. I'm all you could want and more .

A hand comes down on my table and then I hear the: 'How may I help you.' "Finally, I'd like an iced coffee with a lemon wedge and those banana nut muffins on the counter look delish," I say pointing towards the counter. I flip my hair over my shoulder and then shoo the lazy waitress off. Just because they all live in a dump does not mean that have to act like it. I know there are some people of money in this town now they just need just people with class. I sure do miss Tennessee!

After I ordered I remember the guy who walked in here just a moment ago. I hadn't gotten a good and glance, so maybe seeing a hot guy might perk up my day. I pull my compact out of my purse and open it to use its tiny mirror. Angling it just right I can catch a glimpse of the mystery guy. He looks to be the bad boy type and to any girl that is h-o-t! I study him for another second before clamping it just and returning the compact to my purse and composing myself.

[jpano96]

Ɖяαι∂ɛи Ƭʋƨℓσσƨα

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

Draiden looked over to see a server leaning over to take the blonde's order. She seems kinda stuck up he thought, talking about the blonde. But that didn't bother him one bit. She was cute, and he would remember to talk to her when she starts to leave. He looks over to something she points at and sees its some muffins on the counter. He grins slightly before turning back over and looking down at the menu once again. He takes a hand through his hair and searched through the menu once more.

[hypnotic.]

Alice raised an eyebrow when she said 'finally'. Apparently she must have been here a while. She took a sharp glance to Ian, she understood all of his studying, but seriously? She looked back at her and nodded, giving her another forced smile. She pushed away from the table and made her way over to the counter. She quickly made her the iced coffee with a lemon wedge and grabbed one of the banana nut muffins she commented on.

She carried them over to the girl, setting her iced coffee and muffin on the able. "There you go." Now it was time to go wait on the other customer. She was really ticked off. She wanted to slap Ian right about now. She wasn't even scheduled to work today! She really just came here to see if her uncle was around, but seeing the customers, she wouldn't let this shops reputation fall. She brushes some of her light blonde hair out of her face as she walks over. "And what will you be having?" she asks.

[RYCBAR123]

Delaney Jane Smith

. Shut up and listen to music .

I sit in an empty music store while my favorite oldies play over the speakers and hum along. Every rose has it's thorn, I sang silently. The record store's customers fluxuate it number. Some days we are booming with business and others I don't know why I even bother keeping it open. I wish I had someone to watch the store while I run errands from time to time, but my Help Wanted sign in the front window has yet to attract any attention. I asked Jessica if she needed a job, but she said no. She expressed her opinion of my store and working and said that she would rather be ugly than step foot in the store. I took that as a creative way of saying no. The bakery was two doors down and the cafe was at the corner. I could smell coffees and pastries as soon as I stepped outside and my stomache was growling. Those waffles I ate earlier weren't enough and my stomach continue to growl. I knew we would be slow all morning, so I bravely left my post and ran two doors down to the bakery. I nervously looked from side to side like I was a spy here to pick up a secret item from the baker. He knows me well and will understand that I'm in a hurry hopefully.

Jessica Grace Coleman

. I'm all you could want and more .

[center][color=grey]When the waitress brings my order over I smile. I am nothing without coffee in the morning. Thank you, I say to the waitress as she walks away. I take out the lemon wedge and I glance over my shoulder to make sure no is watching. When I'm sure the coast is clear I put it in my mouth and suck out as much juice as I can. My lips pucker and I shut my eyes tight trying to defeat the sour taste. My sinuses are cleared now! In the mornings I am always stuffy and groggy and never in a good mood. Our maid taught me to suck on a lemon and that will clear my sinuses and wake me up. It has also been known to put me in a better mood. I set the lemon wedge on a napkin and pick up my coffee. Bringing it to my lips I hide a smile behind the cup. The coffee tasted was refreshing and when I took a bite of the moist muffin I accidentally let out a groan of pleasure. I laugh at my ridiculous behavior and try to catch a few crumbs as they fall from my mouth. I may be a b-tch in the morning but after suckin' on a sour lemon I am back to being a perky cheerleader.

[ѕнαdy]

Location: Echo Studios Corkstown
Love: None
Action: Eating
Tagged: None
Outfit: Here.

Technically, the studio/ bar wasn't open yet. She had a few hours to play around. "Jesse, go home. You won't start work until I call you," There was no doubt in her that she wouldn't call him soon. Two more people and he would be golden, three actually. People would want more than one person singing.

She was wearing a twenty two thousand dollar outfit as she walked into the little cafe. Her bracelets and sunglasses filling the majority of that range. Echo sat down and pulled out her phone- an iPhone 4s with a diamond encrusted case. Why did she need that nice of a case? Why not? That would be her arguement. When your parents were multi-billionaires it was hard not to want the extra spoils. She had earned her millionth dollar at the age of twelve, during a performance at a nice restaurant in L.A.

A warm feeling vibes from the little cafe, and she found it appealing to her nose. Tingling sensations ran through the cartilage, making her shiver in delight. There was a place in Miami called the Bamm Beach Brewery. It was not very expensive and had the best coffee she had ever tasted. The little pastries weren't bad either. So many memories rushed through Echo's head.