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Apr 22, 2018 19:06:58 GMT
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| SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
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Gwin was tired. A long night of horrific sweats and bloody noses, not to mention the nightmareish visions taht seems to stretch out every hour. She couldnt remeber half of them; or maybe she just didnt want to remeber them.
Dark rings hung around her eyes, her hair hung in limp, around her shoulder, the only attention is recieved that morning was a brief brush through with a comb. Her red checkered shirt wasnt buttoned correctly, and her jacket hung off her shoulders.
She slumped down on a metal chair outside the quiet coffee shop, a steamy cup of coffee laid out before her. Hopefully the dark liquid will get her through the day. If not, she did have an energy drink stashed within her bag. But coffee tasted better.
She pulled her headphones over her ears, and jacke dup the volume on her phone. 'Land Of Confusion' by Genesis began to play, vibrating her ear drums and echoing out into the air around her.
Gwin scooped up her cup and took a deep swig of it, wincing slightly as the hot liquid burned her mouth.
LAIKA OF THQ
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Sunday morning meant that the garage was closed. It also meant that Emmett was still wearing the clothes she had dressed in the night prior, having not slept in her own bed. The mechanic sneaked out of an unfamiliar apartment unnoticed - or if she had been noticed, the girl she had spent the evening with gave no signs of caring, even enough to open her eyes. It was perfect, but she needed something to get her through the morning, even if she didn't have anything planned for that particular Sunday.
"A red-eye, please," Emmett ordered at the counter, suppressing a yawn as she dug out some crinkled bills from her pocket, handing them to the barista. "Keep the change. Yeah. Thanks."
It was only minutes before a hot, over-caffeinated beverage was in her hands. She let out a sigh of relief as she turned to try and find an empty table. Except there weren't any. Had the blonde actually paid attention, she might have ordered her drink to go. Instead, she approached someone else who appeared to have had a long night.
"Cool if I sit here?" She gestured to the seat adjacent, and the table they would share if she said yes.
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Jan 18, 2018 21:32:31 GMT
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Apr 22, 2018 19:06:58 GMT
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| SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
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If it hadnt been for the shadow cast across her table, it was likely Gwin wouldnt even have known that Emmett was there. The woman slowly looked up and pulled of her headphones.
She felt that pang of annoyance when the stranger asked if she could sit with her. If there had been more seats around, Gwin would have refused, but the seat across from her was a lone one, and Gwin didnt have the engery to fight. "Sure." She mumbled, going to pull up her headphones again.
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Annoyance was loud and clear in this girl's expression, and Emmett lifted her eyebrows, unimpressed. It was clear the coffee shop was packed. If she had wanted some privacy, she should have gone to a library or something. A thanks never escaped the blonde's lips as she dragged the chair out with a foot and set her mug down, as well as the magazine she pulled off the rack.
She flipped open to the middle - there wasn't much going for it other than local events and small articles about the town, but Emmett had nothing else at her disposal to read while she had her coffee. She lifted the mug, bringing it to her lips as the dark liquid burned caffeine into her system, she let out a content sigh and leaned back in her chair.
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Apr 22, 2018 19:06:58 GMT
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| SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
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Gwin pulled her focus back to the music and the coffee, breath whizzing out her nose as she gulped another mouthful of burning liquid. There was a pounding headache behind her red veined eyes, and a dryness to her mouth that no amounth of drink would fix.
Sleep deprivation seemed to make the visions worse. She was waiting for one to happen. So far it hadnt, and Gwin felt she was tip toeing on eggshells.
She sighed as she rubbed her temples, before reaching into her nag and extracting a cigarette and lighter. Quietly she sucked in the smoke, eyes closed against the grey sky and other cafe goers
LAIKA OF THQ
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Focused on some article about a new restaurant, the mechanic wasn't paying any attention to the girl she shared a table with. Her mind wandered elsewhere to different people and places, only brought back to the coffee shop by the warm coffee she cupped in a single hand. ...And then the clear smell of cigarette smoke. Eyebrows furrowed as she drew her gaze up from her magazine, glancing around to see who the hell thought it'd be a good idea to light one up in a coffee shop.
Of course it was this girl with an attitude problem she sat across from. Emmett let out a small groan. "Oi, you know you can't do that here." It wasn't a question whether or not if she knew, because it was common sense, but when her eyes flicked down towards the headphones she wore, Emmett figured the girl couldn't hear her anyway.
So instead, with the aid of her ability, Emmett reached forward in an attempt to snatch the cigarette right out of her mouth, and if she were to grab it, it would be tossed directly into the girl's coffee to put it out.
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