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Post by Javan Wingfield on May 21, 2011 7:59:08 GMT -5
 It always amazed Javan how his favorite band would come up in “shuffle” the moment he was forced to turn off his iPod. Well, it hadn’t been his favorite favorite band, but it was pretty damn close. It’d been Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. He shoved his iPod back into his pant’s pocket and tightened his jacket around his body; it was pretty damn cold this morning. Pushing the doors open to Java Jones, he made his way inside to begin his shift, relieved to feel that his coworkers had turned on the heat before his arrival. Jay wasn’t forced to work like a mundane, but in order to afford the cool new gadgets, it helped to have a paycheck that paid you consistently no matter how bad of a job you performed rather than one like the Clave’s, where you were paid for the amount of effort you put into it (aka the amount of demons killed). Javan was a laid back kind of guy, so the Clave’s paycheck would not have been enough for him to live. Was that his fault? Probably. Did he care? Not particularly.
He clocked in and made his way over to the coffee machine. He was charged with brewing the coffee this morning, which was normally fine, but it was a Monday morning and that meant lots of angry workers, all coming for a cup of Joe. From the small duffel bad he’d brought with him this morning, he pulled out his work apron, a yellow vile color, but uniform was uniform. He also withdrew his cell phone and put it in the other pocket, the one not holding his iPod. After he made sure he had everything he’d need to survive the rush hour, Jay threw his bag in the back storage room.
A half an hour was devoted to making sure the store was ready to open. The stage had to be cleaned, though Jay doubted anyone was going to get up and perform on a Monday morning. His work buddy Rob was in charge of opening the store this morning and after he got the A-okay from their manager, he pushed the store doors open, filling the city streets with that wonderful smell of caffeine. While no one was looking, Jay brewed himself a cup as well and set it next to him on the counter. If he was going to deal with people this early in the morning, he was going to need all the energy he could get.
As they all predicted, the rush hour was insane. They sold more cups of coffee Monday morning than they the other mornings combined. When Jay checked the time on his cell phone, he realized it was going on nine o’clock. He could take a break whenever he wanted now, but since the shop was slowing down, he decided to help Rob wipe down the tables for the afternoon guests. At around ten o’clock, performers would start battling for a seat on stage. At around ten twenty, Jay would be popping Advil for headaches.
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Muse:Awesome
Outfit:Jay at Jone’s
Notes:Open~
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Post by Reiichiru on May 21, 2011 18:12:56 GMT -5
[I'mma gonna give this a shot x.x Haven't used this character yet, but if I use K:anode one more time my head will implode.]
Mariana, or 'Gotcha' as most people knew her as, never really understood why so many people hated Mondays so much. She too, liked to go out on Fridays and Saturdays and usually slept in on Sunday. This was followed by training. And yet, as she sat on the bus on her way to Java Jones to meet with some warlocks and fairies, she seemed to be the most awake. Least, she wasn't sleeping soundly like the boy who sat next to her, his head occasionally leaning towards her. She wondered if he was really sleeping.
Finally, the bus came to a stop, and she jumped up, letting him fall and hit his head 'gainst the window pane.
She nodded to the doormen and walked in, her eyes scanning the room to see who was already there. The place was still quite busy, the morning rush was only coming to an end. Moving quickly out of the way of busy business men, she took a seat close to the window. It seemed the downworlders she was meant to meet hadn't arrived. Frowning, she wondered what had happened to them, it was them who requested meeting with her. Most probably they were held up by traffic or slept in after a weekend of club-nights. She could wait.
Calling over one of the waitresses, she ordered a large coffee, simply as patronage. Outside the traffic was visibly becoming less and less dense. Nine o'clock had come and the work day begun. Sighing, she got to her feet and went to the man -a fellow shadowhunter- to ask about the downworlders.
"Morning. You wouldn't have seen a group of three warlocks and fairies, waiting for someone -myself- earlier this morning would you?"She asked, now concerned. They were distressed when they called she organized to meet as soon as possible -only a few hours later. They hadn't told her anything about what the problem was, or even their names before hanging up.
Her mind raced back to the conversation.. they had actually hung up, hadn't they? Nothing suspicious or strange, right?
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Post by Javan Wingfield on May 21, 2011 20:18:18 GMT -5
He heard the door to the shop open and saw a girl walk through. She was normal looking enough, if not for the runes on her body. Jay wondered if he was honestly the only one to notice. Sometimes mundanes were just so dense. Then again, he'd been trained to recognize those marks since he was born. Perhaps if they had undergo the same training he had, they would see them too. To the naked eye, he supposed they resembled tattoos.
Javan would have walked over to her and greeted her, had he not been called back to wiping the tables by a stressed out Rob, who was so OCD that he didn't like to fall behind schedule. Though Java Jones had no schedule, Rob was still convinced there was one and if things didn't go the way he thought they should, he freaked out. In all honesty, Jay didn't know why he was friends with such a guy. OCDs were so troublesome. Oh well, better than working alone, right? He started to believe that he valued the guy's company over his personality and didn't that qualify as using someone? Snapped back from his thoughts, Javan just shrugged. If Rob wasn't bothered by it, then he had no reason to be.
Finished wiping his fourth table in a record ten minutes, Javan made his way back over to the coffee machine, where he realized he was actually supposed to be. He took a sip of the coffee he'd brewed earlier and checked the time on his phone. It was still pretty damn early, which meant he'd be stuck here for another few hours.
He was about to brew his second cup of coffee (having finished the first without hesitation), when the girl he noticed earlier came waltzing over to him. Her question nearly made him freeze in his tracks. Did she just...? Here? With all these people? He gaze her a quizzical look before saying, "No, I haven't...You know, you shouldn't be spitting out words like that around here. The mundies will think you're crazy." Jay looked at the girl after putting a lid on his coffee. He saw how concerned she looked and, misinterpreting the situation like he normally did, thought he'd upset her. "I didn't mean-shit, look, don't worry about it. Say, why are you looking for a couple of Downworlders anyway?"
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Word Count:396
Muse:Still Going
Outfit:Jay at Jone’s
Notes:Don't worry about it. Javan's a new character, too, so...Haha
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Post by Reiichiru on May 22, 2011 2:08:38 GMT -5
Gotcha would have smiled at his failed attempt to talk sense to her had she not been so worried.
"I don't really mind seeming crazy. It's the ones who do believe you I worry about."She replied. Geeks for that kind of thing drove her mad. She'd only met one, but he proceeded to stalk her for weeks, getting in the way of work and getting in her in trouble 'for involving mundanes' in her the said work.
"Either way, they said this was where they wanted to meet me. I'm not quite sure what about,"She added, looking around as the door opened, in hope, but it was only a group of chattering mundanes. She couldn't even make out what they were saying they spoke so quickly. "I think they might be in trouble of some kind though. That or it was a prank call..."She started to look unsure. She hadn't thought of that, and it would make sense.
"Yeah, it was totally destroyed!" One mundie exclaimed, from where they had gathered near the stage. She now noticed that one of the group had a guitar case on his back and was opening it. Despite the early hour they seemed to be getting ready. Two others opened up notepads and took out pens. Probably with the intention of writing (crappy) lyrics.
Gotcha bit her lip. Something 'totally destroyed' something. Could it have something to do with the downworlders. A place of attack that no one cared to put up a Glamour around afterwards, leaving it damaged for all the mundies to see.
"Excuse me for a sec."She said to the waiter, walking over to the group, "Hey! What're you guys talkin' about?"
"Huh? oh... Pandemonium.."One girl began to explain.
"Yeah, part of the wall was like BLOWN apart!"A younger looking boy concluded for her.
"Oh wow... That sounds pretty.. uh.. awesome?"Gotcha offered in reply. She turned from them, as they did her, giving the waiter a worried look. Everyone knew downworlders liked to hang out at Panemonium and call was just last night... |
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Post by Javan Wingfield on May 22, 2011 8:14:00 GMT -5
He found he couldn't argue with her statement. Sighted mundanes were always such a bother, especially when they decided to ask you every question under the sun. Fortunate for him, the last sighted mundane that decided to follow and ask Jay about the Down World witnessed a werewolf vs vampire brawl on the streets. Needless to say, Jay has never heard from the kid again. Mundanes were so fragile; there was just so much they could learn and accept.
Jay became skeptical of her second remark. "So you just packed up your bags and came down here? Without knowing what they wanted?" Without being offensive, Jay quickly scanned the girl and her clothing. It didn't look like she had a powerful weapon on her, but then again, steles and seraph blades were very easy to conceal. Jay's own seraph blade was hanging from a sheath near his ankles. Since the man liked to wear baggy jeans, it was hardly noticeable. He just had to be careful when he decided to take a bathroom break. That wouldn't go over well...
The girl said something else to him, but Jay honestly didn't hear it. His attention went over to a group of kids setting up by the stage. Great, he thought miserably, Looks like the circus is in town again... He didn't have anything against these kids, but if their music was as bad as their equipment, he knew he was going to be popping Advil soon. Javan looked at her again when she excused herself. Where was she...? Oh, he realized. To the group of kids. Hopefully, she wasn't trying to offer "friendly advise". Performers didn't take those too well.
His good hearing came into play when they started to talk about the Pandemonium's wall being blown apart. In the background, Jay shrugged. It wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. The only part that was out of the ordinary was that the mundanes were able to see it. This most likely meant that there had been a spontaneous fight. With a small chuckle, Jay imagined the media trying to cover it as a "technical malfunction." As if.
She threw him a worried look and Jay shrugged again as if to say "What do you want me to do about it?" He looked at the clock, again realized that he was eligible to take his morning break if he needed to. Hopefully, she wouldn't drag him into this, but somehow knew she might ask him to accompany her and being the Nephilim gentleman he was, he couldn't exactly say "no."
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Word Count:426
Muse:Awesome again
Outfit:Jay at Jone’s
Notes:He's probably thinking "please don't come back here..." Haha. Poor Jay =D
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Post by Reiichiru on May 22, 2011 16:30:27 GMT -5
"Well uhm... I suppose."Gotcha muttered in reply. She'd hadn't seen the problem in their request. Even now, she figured it was unlikely that the downworlders would attack her in broad daylight, in a public place surrounded by mundanes. Even if she was being a little naiive, she felt it important to offer some mutual trust. She was well enough armed, the seals hidden under the arm-socks and tigh-high socks she wore. Along one arm was a ribbon, which would untie relatively easily. Though it looked quite normal, it made a fairly effective demon hunting weapon. The rest of the damage was done with some punches and kicks.
Walking to the group, she got her information.
Looking back at the waiter, she saw his apathetic look.
"I suppose you'd be of no help anyway."She said, walking back enough that he could hear her. "You don't know anything and more then able to find out what happened."She added, clearly being stubron and jumping to the conclusion that the downworlders who called her were involved in that night's fight.
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Post by Zane Danarius on May 24, 2011 16:25:38 GMT -5
With all the suspicion about downworlders floating around, it seemed Zane had picked the worst possible moment to walk into the coffee shop. Today, he wore a black waist length coat over a charcoal grey v-neck shirt and dark blue jeans, a pair of black leather boots and silver chain around his neck completing the ensemble. He appeared completely normal...if one overlooked the lengthy, snake-like tail that trailed along behind him, glamoured against mundanes, of course.
He strode right up to the counter, taking note that there were not one, but two Shadowhunters in the immediate vicinity. Curiously enough, one of them was behind the counter. There seemed to be some sort of tension between the two; Shadowhunter business, no doubt. He gave the young man behind the counter a brilliant smile. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
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Post by Javan Wingfield on May 25, 2011 16:30:39 GMT -5
In the time it took the girl to walk over to the group and gain her information, Jay had been stuck with a customer. She was a middle aged woman, talking on her PDA, obviously in a rush, and obviously not a morning person. He had to restrain himself from raising an amused eyebrow or commenting on her half of the conversation. She’d ordered a simple black coffee and Jay wondered if she liked bitter coffee because she was a bitter person. As she walked away, purposely swaying her hips as she left, he couldn’t help but chuckle incredulously. Mundane women were so…not like Nephilim women, however lame that sounded.
He did, however, quirk an eyebrow when the other Nephilim girl made it clear that he wouldn’t be of any help. He could be plenty of help, had he wanted to be. Honestly, he just didn’t care and wondered why this girl did so much. It wasn’t like this was a rare occurrence in New York City…Sighing, he supposed he couldn’t let her go to the Pandemonium to survey the damage alone. After wiping down the coffee machine from serving that middle aged woman, Jay threw the towel in the sink, just missing the rim, which was what he was actually aiming for. Lack of sleep: it threw off a man’s aim. “Let me guess, you’re going to go solve this mystery like a good little child of the Clave,” he said. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much kid. Don’t go getting yourself into trouble. Someone ought to watch over a stubborn girl like you.”
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” said a new voice. Jay turned to the man behind the other girl and immediately noticed the snake-esque tail behind him. It was glamoured, but Jay could see it; he’d been trained to see it. He had to refrain himself from chuckling again. Today was just one of those days…When Rob walked over and saw his bemused expression, Jay had to say he’d just received a funny text, which Rob would have normally condoned him for having his phone out during work, but instead just nodded, as if he, too, had gotten the text. The man—warlock’s—smile was radiant and Jay said, “No, of course not. How can I help you?” Despite being a Nephilim encountering a warlock, he was also a waiter encountering a customer. Politeness was simply apart the morning, though he couldn’t say he at all minded the Downworld company. Maybe he would answer this girl’s questions so Jay wouldn’t have to.
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Word Count:432
Muse:Awesome
Outfit:Jay at Jone’s
Notes:Sorry I haven’t been on. I got sick T_T
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Post by Reiichiru on Jun 2, 2011 3:38:20 GMT -5
Gotcha scowled, "What's that meant to mean?"She asked angrily. This guy was starting to irritate her.. mostly because he was kind of right. It probably wasn't worth checking out, it might even be an ambush. However, before she disagree with him, though only for the sake of it, someone else spoke.
She looked around quickly and saw the warlock. Suddenly it occurred to her that he might know something about it. Might have been at the club that night, or have heard something about it.
She let him order whatever it was he wanted to order before speaking.
"Hey, do you know anything about what happened at Pandemonium yesterday?"She asked, keeping her voice relatively low and trying to sound casual. She really wanted to shout it across the room, but of course, that'd take up far too much Mundie attention. She looked at him hopefully, while scowling at the waiter from the corner of her eye.
[sorry about the wait and shortness x.x]
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Post by Javan Wingfield on Jun 9, 2011 15:35:58 GMT -5
To her question, Jay laughed. “The interpretations are endless,” he said. He saw with bemused eyes how annoyed she was with him and felt nothing of it. Did that make him a horrible person?
He helped the warlock with his order calmly, not exactly wanting to say “oh my God, you’re a warlock!” in the middle of mundane public. Okay, so he really wouldn’t say that, but he was sure as hell wishing he could have some Downworld-gossip-Nephilim-business conversation with the man. Jay rather enjoyed such small talk. As he fixed the warlock his order, his back was turned to both people, as he was addressing the coffee machine now. He rolled his eyes absent mindedly when the girl asked the warlock about the happenings at the Pandemonium. She didn’t know when to quit, did she? She reminded Jay of a little girl; curious, but so damn stubborn that you couldn’t exactly ignore her. It was cute, in that totally irritating sort of way.
“Order up,” Jay said as he handed the warlock his order. He leaned his elbows on the counter casually and listened in on the conversation. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, seeing as Rob had taken it upon himself to serve half of the line in one sitting. Such a dedicated man, Jay often thought. It made him wonder why the man was ever friends with a laid back, apathetic person like himself. Shrugging mentally, he waiting to hear the warlock’s answer. Though indifferent, Jay was still allowed to be curious, which he very much was now that the girl had brought it up again.
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Word Count:274
Muse:Goodly =D
Outfit:Jay at Jone’s
Notes:Sorry I haven’t been on. Finals are over, so HELLO SUMMER~!
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