Re: Feeling (not so) Good.

[Charlie]

Alex finished his ice with a frown. But he had a slight craving for chocolate. He questioned if he should even have it. But of course his want for the chocolaty drink over came his rationality of why he technically should not have it. He put his glasses on the top of his head, and stood in line.

[peachie-keen]

Dixie smiled at the old man stood before her, catching sight of a male beauty on her left. "Your usual, sir?" She asked the greying man, in a subtle attempt to hurry him along. He didn't seem to want to cooperate, and took a lengthy pause, scratching his stubbly chin.
"You know, I think I might just have a chocolate for today, add the cream, hold the marshmallows." he pronounced each word with such a strength, his harsh English tone not at all hidden. In fact, you could litterally smell the money emitting off of him, if the suit and breifcase wasn't a big enough giveaway.And litterally meant litterally. The aroma of his aftershave was just as strong as his voice and posture.
Dixie went straight to the far left, waiting impatiently for the machine to pour out cream into the cup.

Marco shifted his weight, then quickly reached over the girl behind him to retrieve two of the most chocolaty muffins anyone had ever seen. He waved one under his nose, inhaling the smell, his eyes continuing to be locked into the girl's. As he drew the muffin away from him, he smiled. "Would you like one, lovely lady?" he asked, an Italian-american accent drifting from his deep voice, though his American tone was a lot more prominent than the hint of Italian. His eyes glimmered as he looked down devilishly, yet almost invitingly, keeping his eyes in contact with hers all the while.

[OpenTheDoor]

Wow.
"Why... Thanks," she nodded shyly, "You must be able to read minds or something..."
A small titter escaped her mouth as she looked to the English guy infront quickly, not really knowing whether she should continue to act like a fool infront of the Italian Stallion... Yum.
Almost instinctly, she changed her view to the man again: the olive-toned skin and deep smell of leather...plus those eyes...

[Charlie]

Alex stood impatiently in line, wondering if hot chocolate was even worth it. He looked ahead of him, a girl, an Italian it seemed like, an old bloke who was ordering hot chocolate. Alex lost his appetite for the drink and decided to order another water.

[peachie-keen]

(Marco: "I try my best." *winky face )

"Not quite, miss." he replied, his lips curved into a neat bowl shape. He glanced forward again, his eyes sweeping over the young girl at the till, to the man in front of her, and swiftly to his breifcase before looking back to the girl next to him again, noticing yet another had joined the queue.
"Though I may not be able to read your mind," he chuckled as he began again, " I can definately tell a lot of what you are thinking from your actions, fair lady." he smiled upon hearing the man's footsteps walk off. He would have given examples, but the time was here, and the men he worked with would rather he flirted with danger than the pretty woman next to him in the queue.
All he had time to do was to comment on how Italian coffee shops were healthier for your tastebuds than any other country. Then he stepped forward, a rather large step in fact, to distance himself from the woman. After all, she couldn't get caught up in this, could she? He gave her a last nod before adressing the woman at the counter, whose lips seemed to be a little pushed out, and her chest seemed to be thrusted forward.
Typical.
He quickly ordered, refusing to let his head turn one-eighty, and definately not ninety. He placed both muffins on the counter, gesturing to them, before the girlwith a nametag of "Dixie" began to mix the drinks, pouring themcsrefully without a glance behnd her. This was it. In fact, he began to feel a little sorry for the man with the briefcase, too.

[Charlie]

Alex sighed, deciding this was taking entirely to long. He took the cup off the table he had previously occupied and threw it in the trash.
He bumped into a woman, "Sorry." he said the Irish twang in his voice floated in the air. He then began to head for the door, he would by a water bottle at the store next door. He flicked his sunglasses back over his blue eyes.

[OpenTheDoor]

Turning red with embarassment wasn't usually something that happens for Ilia, but she managed to turn slightly pink.
"Thanks," she smirked again beforw stepping a little forward, but nothing like he had done.
She spied that girl infront thrusting her chest and lips forward in that manner. It was just something that girls her age did, eh? But Ilia still needed to get to her work before her shift started. Quickly looking behind, she was relieved to see two things: all the people standing there, but now with brollies and soggy newspapers held over theor heads due to the rain that had started to pour. Good timing.

[Charlie]

Alex eyed the rain, pulled his coat tighter. It was rain, simple rain. People acted as if it was poison or something. His hand touched the handle of the door. A rush of cold air hit him, when he opened it. The people outside gave him weird looks for it not being sunny, and he had white sunglasses on. He ignored their looks not caring.

[peachie-keen]

Marcus was smiling in his mind when he heard the door open as someone walked out, but it didn't close. The room was a lot fuller now as he paid for his drinks. He subtly handed a muffin to the girl, before turning around and feigning shock as a gun was held against his head, and actually against all four people in the queue, as well as the three seated. But three were aimed at Dixie, a petrified expression on her face as she was frozen into the position of putting money into the till. The man with the gun against Marco's head actually knew him quite well. Just as a tease, he took a cup of hot chocolate from the tray in Marco's hands, and took a sip. The man smiled widely, more from wanting to laugh than from smugness.

[Charlie]

Alex might have wanted to leave but that was no longer an option. Shit he thought to himself. He studied the situation, the gunmen, the people in the little coffee shop. He took them all in, memorizing their faces.

[peachie-keen]

(Dixie: "No! Don't go! Alex, we were meant for each other!" *starts fretting "Oh, and if you want to know how I know you, and your name, I stalked your facebook." )

[OpenTheDoor]

Before Ilia could say anything she found a gun being held to her head. What the fu-
The muffin in her hand, she had no idea on what to actually do apart from just stand there, frozen like a statue. Her eyes just remained to watch the man holding a gun to the Muffin-Giver's head, sipping his drink. Well, it could have been worse, eh? But just to make things worse, with the door open, she heard the sound of a bus pulling away, the one that she needed to catch otherwise she would be late for work...but then again she had a reasonable excuse, eh?

[Charlie]

bahahahaha

(Alex:I wont leave see I am still in the coffee shop)

[OpenTheDoor]

Ahhh Facebook, I've only just joined and now extremely bored and wondering what the hell you do on there other than talk to people via the chat and join groups...oh and also get bombarded with messages every Saturday about the XFactor 'Should Wagner have gone out and is Rebecca on top of her game' every single blooming time!!!

[Charlie]

Alex felt a gun barrel on the back of his neck. He remained calm, and acted as if he had had a gun pointed to him all the time. Of course this wasn't true. But he remained calm. The girl behind the counter he felt quite sorry for in all honesty. But he couldn't help her at the moment. He breathed deeply.

[Unabound Justice]

Midnight's red eyes watched the scene behind her shades with her arms crossed.

[peachie-keen]

The woman, who had her gun against Dixie, began to speak as she withdrew her gun, walking to the centre of the shop.
"Everybody down!" she yelled. A smile would have been visible on her face if it wasn't covered up.

[Unabound Justice]

Midnight sighed and was by the woman in under a second. "Trust me when I say,you don't want to do this."

[OpenTheDoor]

Down? Down. Down!
Ilia just did as she was told. Okay, now she definately had a good excuse, in her mind anyway.
She got down on her knees, her eyes still pinned on the yelling woman, waiting to see what happened next.

[Charlie]

Alex went down, the gun that was against his nek was now against the top of his head. He turned his head slightly, "Be careful with that would ya?" he asked the tone of his Irsish accent was more sarcastic, but had anger. Receiving a glare from the person. He went down completely. A foot on on his back. Alex's eyes narrowed underneath his glasses this was not cool for him.

[Cali]

Zephyr? (a little confused on this, can someone explain?) No for the time being.
Name: Lalianna Flaime
age: 21
gender: FM
hair color: Black with a slight tint of red, straight and shoulder length.
eye color: A dim grey filled with loneliness and hatred.
clothes: Sweatshirts, jeans, boots. Never wears revealing clothes.
other appearance?: She has a few wrinkles under her eyes from lack of sleep and the wrinkles around her mouth from always having a frown. She has a tattoo of angel wings, black and chained up. Her body is also covered in healed but still scarred burn marks.
Personality: A mother seeking revenge for the death of her fiance and daughter. The perpetrator is unknown, but she wishes to find out so she can get her revenge. What do you think her personality is like?

[Unabound Justice]

Midnight sighed. "Do we really have to do this the hard way?"

[peachie-keen]

(Wouldn't midnight have had a gun to her head?)
The armed girl swung her gun at midnight's head, hitting her with the heavy metal with a force that could easily knock out a large man, or if he had a particularly thick skull, it would send him to the floor.

The plan was going fairly accordingly. He would be the last one they saw to. He stayed standing, a little crouched for the fearful effect. At least the girl next to him had done as her told. She seemed nice, and he didn't too much like it when nice people got injured.

[OpenTheDoor]

Nice people should never get hurt

Ilia winced slightly at that blow; it was a pretty solid whack. Her eyes looked up to the person holding the gun, their eyes straight at the leader.
Ilia, you know that they'll just take the money and leave; it's all they want m'dear. Stay calm and it will all be over soon...ish.
She couldn't help but to avert her viewing from the person that could potentially kill her to the one that gave her the muffin which was still gripped in her hand tightly. Hey, she may regain her apitite later.

[peachie-keen]

(Ilia's boss: "so you were held at gunpoint, and you still had time to buy a muffin?!" )
(Zephyrs are basically powered or mythical people who do bad things. They all call themselves that race but generally don't know any other Zephyrs. They are bad people, though they may seem perfectly ordinary on the outside. Whereever possible, they don't want people to know of their existance. Oh yeah, and they kill people. They don't really have much of a conscience tbh, and are pretty damn greedy. )

[OpenTheDoor]

(Ilia: "Yeah, but an uber hot Italian was there and he gave me it," *shrug* "I was defenceless.")
Anyway, are we gonna wait for the others to continue? Just that I thought that this thread is a bit slower than the others...

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