Rating: PG-13
Series: N/A
Characters: OC
Length: ~1,170
Summary: A scene from an anonymous coffee shop on a vague rainy day.
The soft pitter-patter of the steady rain on the windows and roof were enough of a white noise to lull anyone to sleep in minutes, along with the dim lighting of the slow paced cafe and the low muring of conversations between patrons in the late morning atmosphere. It was a very modest coffee lounge in the out skirts of the city limit, tucked away in an old alley behind a line of commercial office buildings that felt more like ghostly watch dogs than architecture. A very modest building it was but very grand in history and aesthetic (as the young ones put it). The roof was a black metal material that looked akin to the oriental clay shingles on shrines or castles, the vertical siding of the same color family though slightly lighter in hue with the door a velvety matte finish with two vertical panels of frosted glass. There was a walking path leading up to the front made with smooth river stone or local slate that had low foliage shrubs lining the path on both sides. As the gray clouds continued to loom overhead throughout the morning rush, the foot traffic began to dwindle down to just a few stragglers ducking in to get out of the damp chill.
"Can you get the next batch of sweets ready for the display case when you're done wiping down the tables," a middle aged male yelled from behind the counter, working on a few orders of coffee and mixed drinks.
"Yes, Sir," a younger male chimed from the front of the store as he seemingly effortlessly waltz around the tables as he wiped them clean from the sweating glassing, coffee rings, and crumbs of the assorted pastries that were offered to them.
Time seemed to slow down to a snail's pace as a young female sipped at her black coffee next to the main window nearest the entrance. She had been watching the people walk by with fever across the little sliver the alley allowed to show to her. They were going by with so much intention yet with just as much a lack luster feel to them. People and their daily lives were so contradicting and so much more erratic that the woman never seemed to grow tired of wondering what each of them felt or why they choose to live the way they do. Most of the time the people she observed going by seemed to be very much discontented with their surrounding environments and peers but never doing anything to change their circumstances. It was like they all shared this same assumption that 'everyone goes through hating everything aspect about one's life that it was normal to not be happy'. But how can you let yourself succumb to that level of thinking? How can you just stop pursuing your own happiness for the wants and expectations of someone else? Are they going to somehow live your life for you, or are you satisfied with living out some outsider's hopes and dreams?
She continued to gaze out the fogging window with glazed eyes and chin propped on her hands that rested heavily on the maple wood table in front of her when the younger man quietly waltzed over to top her mug of fresh coffee. He looked down at her with the kettle poised just over the porcelain ware waiting for her to give instructions for his next move. Looking up into his eye, she gave a short little nod of affirmation. He deftly filled her mug with not so much as a little splash as he leveled her off again before willfully gliding back to filling the case of fresh sweets and goodies.
Again the young woman took to looking between the company buildings to watch the busy people shuffling by, one by one, conjuring up her own make believe lives for each passer by. The man with the slight limp to his step, she decided was because he had a neglected ingrown nail in his big toe that just pressed a little too much for his liking. And the woman who had walked by a few minutes earlier was wearing a bright red parka because she wanted make certain her partner would find her in the crowd with ease. Kind of like that younger school aged boy with his primary yellow rain coat about an hour ago. His outwear stood out so loud with his black umbrella on top and white rubber boot seeming to float through the puddles beneath him. But what really got her gears rolling was the man that walked half was through the alley to stop and take a phone call. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other for the whole duration of the call, like he was nervous. She started with the idea that maybe he was hiding something from his wife, infidelity would be most likely, but he seemed slightly more on edge than just cheating. He could have gotten caught with a mob leader's woman, or money, though that did not seem like for this instance. He was just too...jumpy for that. No, this seemed more like he took something of importance from someone influential and he was in the process of running and now he got caught red-handed. The phone call he took was like he was getting an ultimatum of sorts, and he looked like he was going to give back what ever he took. She watched with keen discontent as the man briskly walked out from the alley back the way he originally started from. When he ended the phone call he stood there for about a minute staring at his phone while his hands shook dramatically.
The woman sighed quietly with acute disappointment looking away from the retreating man she noticed it stopped raining and was now misting lightly. It was time for her to make her exit out of this coffee lounge and into the realm of reality again. She collected her belonging, stuffing her phone back into her hand bag and getting her money ready to pay and go. As she stood she put her jacket on and pulled the bag over her shoulder, walking to the older man at the cash till.
''Did you get done everything you wanted to get done?" the man asked with a mischievous smile and a knowing glint in his eyes.
The young woman looking at him, unfazed by his comment. "I sure did," she responded in a flat tone but with a small smile as she handed him the money for her coffee.
"I'm sure you did. Hopefully you'll show your face a little more often than seven months next time," he said as he placed the currency nimbly in the cash drawer of the till, prepping the remainder of the transaction.
"Keep the change." The woman spoke up as she waved her free hand briefly between them. "It was very nice to know that it hasn't changed since my last visit."
Donald “Donny” Wayne
In Loving Memory
Donny Wayne, 94, died of natural caused on June 5, 2029 in his life long home in Shetholey, NM. He leaves behind his 14 year old ant eater and 48 year old parakeet. He will be missed by his three lovers. No viewing, funeral scheduled for the following fortnight at 23:30.
Lately I’ve been feeling so fed up with all the needless and pointless drama at the work place! No one person should have as much drama in their lives as these people I work with. Have they ever heard of “letting this go”? “Let those sleeping dogs lay.” “No use crying over spilt milk.” “Let bygones be bygones.” Like, HELLER! Get over yourselves already! Honestly, no one cares about your silly little petty issues! Why do you care so much about which slut your brother is sleeping with? That’s his propagative, his cross to bare. If you get that heated up with his personal decisions, maybe stop delving into his personal life. Or I don't know, stop stalking Facebook so much. Instead of bitching, you could...I guess do some of your job description instead. Food for thought, am I right?
I am just so done with that bullshit that I feel the need to stoop low enough to post this blog. It’s vexing! Just get your head out of your ass already and open your eyes to the reality! F#@*!
Rating: PG-13
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Characters: Spike Spiegal, OC
Length: ~250
Summary: A dialogue of my OC (if you will) of the first thoughts about Spike as he lights his cigarette on an unknown evening.
The way he lit his cigarette with no sense of urgency, almost too lazy to even fully commit to the action, was so very eye catching to me. His whole presence seemed to just capture me like a moth attracted to a light in the dark. He was everything I was not at the moment.
He was free with nothing holding him down to any one place. His eyes held this unapologetic honesty to them as they caught the light. They has this depth to them though. Something was slightly off about his peepers. They shone against the dim light of the evening sun, but one of them was more off than the other. (I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time.) He projected the air of whimsical with an underlying of something darker and much more...secret, if you will. Secret isn't the word I want to use, but nothing else really does justice at the moment. There was just this something about about him that I had to micro-analyze until I figured it out.
A moment or so went by and I guess my eyes were roaming and prodding took much for his liking because he turned his head towards me, looking directly at me. face to face now, I can finally understand what was in the depths of those eyes. They were so much deeper than I anticipated.
I quickly looked down towards the ground giving a small abashed smile as I nodded my acknowledgement to him.
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