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Adena walks into the cafe with Fina. She ordered some coffe and sat down. "So tell me what your were doing before you came here? Truthfully"
Fina just looked at Adena. "Truthfully?" She raised an eyebrow. "I fell out of a tree, and then nature hit me. Stupid ass trees..." She muttered darkly.
"Haha. I mean before this city. I personally was stealing my way through Europe. And caring for a child. But that's just me" she said smirking. Se knew Fina had an Intresting back story but Adena had to get her to tell it first.
Fina surveyed Adena, sizing her up. She saw nothing but steely resolve in her eyes, and began to speak, albeit reluctantly. "I am wanted in France for drawing eyebrows on the Mona Lisa, and I was kicked out of my house at fifteen for setting fire to my Grandma's dog. I have been stealing my way through various countries ever since."
"Solid effort! What about your parents? I killed mine."
Fina's dark eyes became hard. "My parents were murdered. I was raised by my Grandmother, at least until she kicked me out."
"Hmmm how were your parents murdered? And where?" Adena asked her. She wanted to know her story. She wondered if her crazy parents had anything to do with the rest of the world. Besides experimenting in her.
"They were tortured and experimented on. They were found in an abandoned cabin in the Swiss Alps. I was only five, so I don't really remember the details." Fina's face was devoid of emotion as she told Adena about her past.
"Oh my god! Umm your going to think I'm totally crazy but I think my parents may have done it? We're they fire, like you?"
Fina just looked at Adena, shocked, before quickly regaining her composure. "Yeah. They were fire..."
When Adena didn't answer, Fina just looked at her, a look of rage growing more prominent on her features. Suddenly she stood up, knocking her chair over, and stormed out of the cafè.
Adena followed Fina. Yelling a string of apologies after her.
Isabeth went into the bar. What was she doing..? She was about to turn and leave but the crowd pushed her away from the door. She walked to the bar with a long exhale. "Something to get my mind off of boys." She joked. But the bartender took it seriously. Mixing drinks and what not.
Declan pushed open the door, the bell above it ringing a cheerfully, shrilly sound. His hazel eyes scanned the room from under his golden mask, quietly taking in all the people. Moving on silent feet, he walked over to the bar and took a seat a few down from a girl. "Rough night?" By the looks of things, the bartender was mixing the blonde some sort of martini. He could relate, though: His father had just called, barking orders about how it wasn't too late to change Declan's major. A beer of some kind -any kind, really- sounded nice right about now.
Isabeth looked over. "You could say that." She smiled, letting her mind at ease. The bartender set the drink down in front of her. She looked from her drink to him. How do I not know his name? I'm an Elder. She thought to herself. Spinning the straw around in the drink.
Declan gave her a small smile back, crossing his arms and setting them on top of the counter. "I'm sorry." His voice was low, quiet and kind of raspy. Gray eyes looking up at the menu, the sunburst of brown color flashed in the fluorescent lights. "Budweiser?" The bartender asked for an ID and he pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open to flash his ID. The bartender nodded and disappeared from view. Declan turned his head back to look at the girl. "You're the Water Elder, right?" His tone was still quietly friendly, not treating her any different then he had moments before.
Isabeth looked at Declan in wonder. "Why would you ever be sorry?" He knew who she was. And yet, she didn't know who he was. She felt like slapping herself, and cursing under her breath. But instead, she just turned towards him in the seat. And said "Well, yes. I am." She smiled. If she never would've met Cethin, she might have fell head over heels for this guy. But his face stuck in her mind. But Declan was better. There was something about him that made Cethin disappear.
Declan glanced over at her again. "Because you don't seem like the type to deserve it." The bartender set the bottle down in front of him, the cap already cracked off the top. Taking a swig, he turned toward Isabeth to regard her with hazel colored eyes. "What's it like?" His gaze searched hers, looking for an honest answer. Sugar coating things never did much good. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through his spiked up hair, other elbow leaned against the counter top.
Isabeth blinked a bit. "What's what like? Oh, you mean being an Elder." She looked down at her drink, swirling it a bit more. "Well, it's not exactly. Fun." She said, still glancing down. "It's, worse than you think. Seeing kids come and go. Knowing you can never leave.." She looked up. With a quiet expression. Looking into Declan's eyes. It was a mystery. She had to find what laid inside it. It felt.. Comfy. It felt like. Like home.
Archer entered the cafe the ringing making his presence known. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down, stretching his legs underneath the booth. Some girls were looking at him but he made no note at it. He wasn't in the mood. He ordered a hot chocolate. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker although his appearance said otherwise, that he was a rebel. But dont forget a gorgeous rebel at that
Declan gave a half smile, sympathetic, as the corner of his lips turned upward. "I can only imagine." He took another drink from the beer, but talking with the Water Elder was doing a better job of taking his mind off things then what was in the bottle. "It seems like it'd be a lot of pressure." Again, he could relate. His father could never seem to grasp the concept of him choosing photography over law school. Of course, Isabeth didn't have much of a choice and he wished there was something he could do to change that. His eyes searched hers for a second, taking in the beautiful color.
Isabeth took a sip of her drink. And her eyes widened with immediate surprise. She began coughing, mixed with laughing. Doubling over, and flying back up. Her hand going up and down quickly, as if waving herself some air to breathe. "Jesus! What did you put in that thing!" She laughed. Her eyes began lingering back to the drink. It settled down, and she felt.. Woosy. In a good way. Relaxed. Chill. Oh. She had only taken a small sip. She can only imagine what it would have been like to drink the entire thing.
Declan laughed at her reaction to the alcohol, the sound a low rumble in his throat. He hadn't made the sound in awhile, and it felt good to finally laugh for a change. "I take it you've never had a martini before?" His gray eyes sparkled with unvoiced laughter before he downed some more of his beer. He watched her as the martini finally hit, raising a dark eyebrow at her obvious woozy state. "Hey, you okay?" He leaned forward and grabbed her upper arm lightly, small smile tipping up the corner of his lips. "Maybe you should have started with something a little more. . . Gentle?"
Isabeth giggled. Not even sure why. Everything was spinny. "This..Oh this." She held up her hand. Spilling the drink. She frowned. Like a little girl dropping her ice cream cone. She looked back to Declan. "I. I asked for something. To. Um. Get my mind off of stuff.." She said, swaying more than needed. Her blue eyes followed him, she was obviously drunk. The bartender looked at the cup, and back to Declan. "You guys better clean that up." He said, more joking than ordering.
Declan nodded at her question, eyes watching her before he smiled. "Yup. That." He glanced over at the bartender when she spilled some of the drink. "I'll clean it up, man. Think you could get me a paper towel or two?" The bartender laughed before going to het some. He looked back at Isabeth, gently slipping the martini glass out of her hand. "Yeah, I think you've had enough for one night, don't you?" His tone was quietly playful as he set down the drink. The bartender returned and he let go of her arm to wipe away the spill.
Seraphine pushed the door open, anger rippling off her in waves. The annoying chirp of the bell echoed through the room and she shot it a glare, as if her green eyes could melt it with a look. She probably could have- but that would require too much effort. Brushing the remaining grass off her black dress, her heels clipped against the tile as she walked to the empty booth behind a guy (Archer xD). Her long red hair, the color of a fire engine, swished through the air in its ponytail with her movements before she took a seat.
"D-d-one?" She said, her tone surprised. Music started booming, and she started swaying, and pushing herself up and down in the chair. Like she was enjoying the music. Bet she would, if she could actually make out the lyrics and sound through her drunk state. Isabeth hickuped, and saw Seraphine glare at the ding. The second it made the sound. She pounced up and shouted "DING!" With her arms up to the sky, smiling wide at Seraphine. If she wasn't so wasted, she would have slapped herself. No- scratch that. Isabeth would probably do that tonight, drunk or not.
Thaddeus opened the dorr and looked around. It was morning time now about ten o'clock and plenty of people were in to get their coffee after the ball last night. He grabbed a table for two and slung his jacket over one chair, taking the second to sit in. He wondered idely if she would show up. He ordered a coffee and watched the people go by.
Zola walked in the coffee shop. She saw Thaddeus and smiled. She ordered a coffee and sat down across from him. She remembered once she had sat on the fountain at the center of town, Zola people watched for an hour. She learned that the baker had an affair with the mechanic and that the lead dancer of the town loved the rich boy but he didn't see her. All the love she saw, what she didn't know was that her little sister was about to be murdered in 10 minutes. Zola deserved a love of her own. Through all the loss, she didn't know if anyone ever was going to be able to handle the baggage that came with her. "Hi" she said almost shyly.
"Hey you came!" Thaddeus said letting his good side show for a brief moment before adding "I knew you would, I'm irresistable" He flashed a crooked grin showing clean white teeth with one canine a little sideways. "What did you get?" he asked.
"Of course I came. Im not unreasonable." she smiled "Coffee. My saving grace for long nights You?" she looked at him. He'd let his guard down for a brief moment. She appreciated that.
"Coffee" Thaddues imatated, "Please don't smother me in the details." He said sarcastically, but his eyes danced with a flame of fun to show he was not serious. "I also got "Cofee"." He made air marks with his fingers.
She hardened her face. If he was going to play that game, she could too. "May I ask why we are here?" she said. She didn't know the reason why he invited her here. He had no reason to be nice to her. Thaddeus was that type of boy who had a shell of hardness built but with the right amout of talk maybe she could see the real him and not the glorified version.
Thaddues bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying "To get coffee duh...." If he wanted to get to know this girl, whihc he was pretty sure he did, or at least some part of him did, he was going to have to reigh in the sarcasm a little. "I though you might be hung over." He said instead with a straight face. That was no better He saw in an instant.
"Hungover hey? That's not helping your case at all. I don't drink" she says. I'll give him a first impression pass, she thought. Zola wouldn't let anything get in the way of her getting to know him. Thaddeus was interesting.
"You don't drink?!" He really thought about that for a moment, was it worth getting to know someone who did not drink? Prehaps it was worth the risk.."And ho wis that working out for you?" He asked in a more reasonable tone.
"Not well. I dont drink anymore. My mother died from liver cancer a couple months ago. I don't drink anymore" Zola said. The smile didn't leave her face as as said this. She has taught herself to be better than the stupid, weak, damaged, sobbing girls that her sisters were. "I used to really like drinking but not anymore. I get the feeling you really like drinking also"
Damn, now what am I suppose to say Thaddeus thought to himself If I say sorry she'll say "For what" then I will look stupib, but if I don't say anything I am going to seem a jerk HE battled in his head. "A good a reason to stop as any I have heard." He said hoping that did not come across too cheesy. "I do like to drink, but I am told I will grow out of it." he shrugged "So far it hasn't worked."
She laughed. "As I've heard! It's hard to just stop, to stop having that much fun. Don't grow out of it. It's too much to lose!" she said. Zola sipped her coffee. "Tell me something else. Something interesting to talk about"
Thaddues uncrossed his legs and leaned in close over the table. "Did you know one of the Elders is a serial killer?" He whispered. He face was mask of seriousness and his tone was half afraid half excited so it was hard to tell if he was telling th etruth. His black eyes with a slight red held hers in a steady gaze that seemed to suck in all the world.
"Oh my god! Which one?" she said. If an elder was a serial killer that would be soooo amazingly fun to meet him or her! This was ground breaking gossip! "You are a very good gossiper!"
He flashed a smile "Thank you, I try" he said quickly before turning back to the serious guy. "If you had to geuss which Elder would you think? Like maybe Peter the fire elder...or even Zalea the air elder? Who do you think?" He wathed her closly for the flicker of annoyence that showed she didn't believe him or that she was getting board with this topic.
"My logical geuss would be the fire elder. Because of the impulsive nature and hotheaded impulse. But my acual geuss would be the Air elder because that's very sinister and that would be so awesome!"
"Wrong and wrong. The fire is not a serial killer because if I asked anyone he would be the first guess, but also the air is not because she would be too cool. It has to be one of the elders that no on ewould suspect because it would be lame and the person in question is so obviously not." He hoped she had grasped that but not waiting he went on "Therefore the only person it could possibly be is the earth elder Seranity. She has a son and everyone respects her, she is competly normal which ovbiously shows she is insane!"
Zola's smile grew. "No fair! That was a trick question! And your right! She's completely normal! All the other elders have something going on or have had bad past. This ones completely normal which means that shes is very insane. How in the world did you find this out?"
Thaddeus laugh out loud and a few people turned to look at him, but he ignored them. When he stoped he winked at Zola's "Liek I said, she has a son, this son does not drink very often and well, one day we were....um never mind," He coughed into his hand. "The point being he talks a lot when drunk." Thaddeus leaned back in his seat. "I staked out his house one time, and Seranity regularly doesn't come home till early hours of the morning." He added, still undecided on how far he was going to go with this lie.
"So your a stalker now?" she asked him teasingly. Zola laughed. "I would like to meet him. He sounds interesting, with a serial killer of a mother and all" she actually wanted to see the son of a serial killer. "How do you know this?" she asked him curiously.
Thaddeus was confused "The serial killer? Or the son? Or being a stalker?" He asked with a slight smile. "I think I could find him for ya, but he is something of a bore when not drinking." He added. Rick was nice enough but he had no trouble maker in him, or very little of it. He was firmly his mothers child.
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