Kyla Richards

20 || Sophomore || Political Science

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On almost any given day, this was exactly the way Cassie could be found - sitting at a table in the Commongrounds Cafe, her laptop open in front of her so she could get some work done on am assignment from one of her classes. The only thing missing was her coffee, which she had put on hold so that she could get a start on her work first. It was at that moment, fingers moving across the keyboard, that she spotted someone coming up to her out of her peripheral vision. “Probably not a good idea to talk to me before I’ve had my coffee,” she warned them, not even looking away from her screen.

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Kyla came up a little short when the girl suddenly spoke and she rose an eyebrow slightly. She shifted her bag a little on her shoulder and shook her head. “Not an issue, I was just wondering if you’d mind if I sat?” She asked, gesturing to the empty seat across from her. “I can bring coffee as a peace offering, but nowhere else is open and I just need a place to read that isn’t my bed.” 

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           when gabriel samuels had first decided on hanover college as the destination for his future studies he had envisioned an entirely different life for himself than the one he was leading now. he had heard a great deal about the university and the hauntings, but usually those stories were always prefaces to tales of partying and the overconsumption of alcohol. and though this was not the way he had envisioned his second year might begin, he was far from ready to return home. and so he continued on with his life as normally as he could. his daily visits to the common grounds cafe had become a key element in his pursuit of normalcy. 

          usually he would sit there for some time, successful in his attempts to study and catch up on course work, but today he had found himself staring for long periods outside the large picture window that framed the front of the small building. lost in thought about nothing in particular. it was pure luck that he found himself once more in his own body in the knick of time, barely having the chance to pull his laptop from the tabletop before a drink landed with a loud crash in front of him. “well isn’t it my lucky day?” he mused, his voice still far off. 

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She really had thought that she’d been out of the way of the waitress as she’d passed by, but evidently, she was not. She usually didn’t spend much time in the cafe, but she liked the quiet mornings to do her readings for her later classes. She’d been on her way out when she realized that she and the waitress were on the same track, but coming from opposite directions. Clearly the spot that she thought was wide enough was not quite big enough, and she saw the drink fall before she could do anything to rectify the situation. 

Apologizing profusely, she pulled away and grabbed some napkins off of a table and started to try and help clean up the mess. Pulling away when she was waved off by the irate waitress, she frowned and pressed her lips together. “You’re certainly quick enough to have avoided that disaster. I’m so sorry,” she said again, rocking up onto her toes for a moment before staying still. “Nothing got on your laptop, right?”

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After spending some time out of the state over the summer with her family, Kyla was more than ready to go back to Hanover and go back to school. Of course, she hadn’t anticipated coming back to this. All the renewed talk of murders and mysteries made her jittery, and it made her mother upset, given the fact that her aunt had been one of the victims of the first sets of murders. Between the history and the influx of people coming to Hanover just to hunt ghosts, Kyla was about done with tourists and was ready to just have to deal with the incoming transfers and Freshmen for the year. They were always curious. But this year was automatically different.

And maybe that’s what led her to go to Sunny’s. The Bourbon was too full of people that her parents knew and really, she wasn’t in the mood to try and avoid too many people gossiping over the latest murders. So instead, she sat in a back corner with her laptop open in front of her and her earbuds in. If she could just get this paper done, it’d be a better day. She was so tuned into her paper that she didn’t realize someone was speaking to her until she sat back and nearly jumped out of her skin to see them standing there. “What did you say?” She asked, pulling out an earbud and looking up at them.

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OOC: I am FINALLY getting off of work. I'll be home within an hour hopefully and then I'll be on. In the mean time, PLEASE hmu with connections and plots and ideas!

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Hey everybody, I'm Kirstin. Unfortunately, I've had some plans change, so I won't be around until later tonight and tomorrow after work! Please feel free to mrsdagr mr here or on skype, where my username is kirstinninja. I'm open to plotting on both Will - who owns The Bourbon - and Kyla.

[therepublicofletters]

Bronzed oak and fiery maple, all the gold Of harvest where the summer ends.

Janet Lewis, from “For John Muir, a Century and More After His Time”