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Post by wickham on May 19, 2011 23:19:37 GMT -5
 "I realize you have an unfortunate tendency to get distracted, but I hoped by now you would have learned to keep better watch over the things you love. In any case, you're getting warmer. Love, Sis. <3"
The message scribbled in black sharpie marker on the pink and silver thermos was a source of torment, but it could not simply be disposed of. Not yet. It contained the most hope Bryson had been given in months. The demon was mocking her, as always, but it was close and even a pessimist like her could find some silver lining in that at least. It was as confident as ever but she would send the atrocity to its oblivion yet. The demon's arrogance alone would seal its fate; she was sure of it.
Bryson pushed back a strand of red hair from her face and slipped it behind an ear. She stowed the thermos along with the rest of her belongings in the wooden cubby assigned to her by her employers. She grabbed an apron from a wicker basket sitting just by the door that led out to the sales floor of the modest little book shop, slipped it over her head, and tied the strings neatly round her waist. After checking her appearance in the mirror, she grabbed a small notepad and ballpoint pen and made her way out of the room reserved for employees.
Shutting the door softly behind her, the redhead walked out to the little corner of a cafe and, realizing there were no customers to serve coffee or assist in finding a book, she sighed. Left with nothing to do, she decided to organize the supplies in between restless glances at the door. A little bell hung above it to indicate a customer's entrance into the shop but it had been some time since it had last chimed. About an hour to be exact, according to her co-worker that had left for his other job just shortly after she'd arrived.
Bryson sighed again and watched the goings on outside. To her dismay, there wasn't a heck of a lot to observe. Finals week had just ended for the nearby university and many of the students had left for home or other places to spend the next couple of months. Bryson intended on leaving soon as well for a bit, but not to have fun or visit family. Now that she had a fresh lead there was renewed reason to focus once more on hunting. The demon was calling her out and she intended on meeting its mockery of her with the utmost seriousness. She would hear it laugh at least once more, whether it was still wearing her sister or not, and promptly put a stop to him permanently.
A tiny but distinct little ring drew her gaze upward with eyes focused intently on the door. A small, polite smile appeared on her lips. "Hello," she greeted kindly in a voice that was always a little bit too soft for anyone to hear right away unless they were already listening for it. Her hands toyed awkwardly with the lid on the container of sugar sitting in front of her on the counter top. |
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Post by emilyparker on Jun 1, 2011 9:02:01 GMT -5
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Houston, Texas, the last place she wanted to be, her sister lived here and though it was a massive city, there was always the possibility of running into her. Emily was planning to check up on her, brother in law and baby niece as soon as she was over with this little hunt; they might not want her around but she was defectively keeping an eye on them, there was no way that she’d let anything happen to them because of something that was after her.
During a case, there was barely time to breath but after pulling an all nighters at the Library, she thought that it was about bloody time to do it. The campus was sufficient for research and all but, it was lacking on coffee and if Emily wanted to keep on lasting, she would need some and quick. Wasn’t long before a little drive made her eyes land on a bookstore/coffee place just outside campus; without a second thought, Emily parked the car and got down.
The little bell above the door told her presence to the red haired waitress that welcomed her with a smile
“Hello”
She answered back politely and walked to the counter, looked at the waitress and smiled again
“I’ll have the strongest coffee available…”
Her eyes shifted for a moment to look around and looking back at the red haired girl
“Slow day or hour?”
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Post by wickham on Jun 5, 2011 18:09:16 GMT -5
"Hour." Bryson replied with a businesslike nod of her head while she devoted most of her attention to getting her first customer of the day a cup of the house brew. It was just coffee, it didn't come with any sugary hipster coffee house frills, but it packed a punch and had always been her drink of choice whenever she was scheduled to open up the shop. "I just got here. But it's been slow in general. Summer session is death for business." She added informally, remembering that customers typically liked to have their questions answered with more than just a single word.
"Can I get you anything else?" Bry asked, using her own question as an opportunity to take note of the young woman's clothing. Although she typically only smiled with her mouth, her eyes remaining unchanged no matter what necessary emotion she was trying to convey, the fact that Emily didn't look like most of the little shop's usual customers struck some small degree of amusement in her. She was stylish, there was no denying that, but she looked like she was dressed to shoot some poor fool who'd wronged her in the face.
I've been watching way too many late-night Tarantino movies again, Bry thought and decided it best not to suspect every other woman with a preference for leather jackets of the same extra-curricular activities she engaged in. Not everyone was out to kill someone else. Most people just lived their lives, completely oblivious to the horrible things that went bump in the night and perfectly happy because of that. That was how she, her sister, and their mother had been. If life weren't so cruel and evil not so consistently despicable, their lives would have never changed.
"It's on the house." Bry said, carefully sliding the cup in front of Emily. Thoughts of her family always softened her a bit. And anyway, the woman across from her sounded like she needed it. [ Status: Open ; Location: "Bookends" Bookstore and Coffee ; Outfit: Click! ; Music: Read My Mind; Notes: Nah, It's cool. I took awhile myself to respond. S'all good. ] |
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Post by emilyparker on Jun 8, 2011 7:23:58 GMT -5
s h o u ld I g i v e u p o r s h o u l d I… just keep chasing pavements that
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Emily smiled pleased, she needed peace and tranquility, and the fact that this place offered just that, the waitress seemed nice enough, many of the ones she encountered in her trips replied with a simple word to a question made by a costumer, maybe it was the tiredness of having to listen to stupidity all day long coming from costumers that made them be that way after a period of time.
“Where I come from, no matter the season, coffee places are full all day…”
She answered with half a smile herself, finding weird to talk to someone other than her own brain, she has been alone for so long that the smallest act of simply making small talk felt nice in her for a change, she almost forgot what it felt that like, a thing that made her remember to talk to others more, just for talking, otherwise her people skills would go to waste.
“Yes, go you have something vegetarian to eat?”
All the aromas in the place were starting to get her hungry, her stomach was growling and she was afraid that it could be heard. Emily smiled politely and a second later she tilted her head to a side, there was something about her that made her hunter’s intuition to snap, maybe it was the way she smiled but not meaning it or the way that she studied her clothing that got her attention. Emily coughed to clear her throat while in her head she had two words lurking around, possible demon and she wasn’t really surprised if she turned out to be one, after all, demons and hunters chased the other for the same reason, merely survival.
However, Emily kept appearances and smiled, nodding her head just barely when she said it was on the house
”It’s highly appreciated…”
Seeing that it was also a bookstore, Emily looked around and then took the cup the waitress slide, looked at her in the eyes and wearing a smile that if she would say the wrong thing mostly likely faded away.
”Got anything here worth reading?”
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Post by wickham on Jun 11, 2011 23:19:50 GMT -5
Believing her previous suspicions to be nothing but the work of an overly active imagination, Bryson was unaware of the importance her answer to such a common question carried. Actually, she found the question a bit funny. Well, naturally, as an employee she should have replied that all of them were worthwhile. However, she was really a shoot from the hip sort of girl. She might have given the other young woman what she had needed in terms of small talk, but Bry was hardly one to say more than she believed true. In all honesty, as with most bookstores, a good amount of the stuff for sale was fluff. But one woman's timeless romantic classic was another's overpriced paperweight. In the end, the value of most things depended primarily on personal preference. From the looks of her customer, she didn't strike Bry as the type to come in asking to be directed to where they kept the Twilight series.
"That entirely depends on what you like to read." Bry answered truthfully, not eager to degrade herself by trying to 'sell' the young woman on something she would not want and something she herself did not truly care all that much about. She was about ready to leave it at that, but thought better of her approach once again. Maybe she wanted to know what she would read? The thought inadvertently brought a smirk to her lips. "I'm not into fiction, personally. But I love this shop's collection of books on ancient civilizations, religion..." Her eyes scanned the rows of bookshelves and settled on one that she was very well acquainted with. In fact, when she wasn't working, it was in that section that she could most frequently be found: the one that contained all of the shop's books having to do with what the owners preferred her not to refer to as the occult when asked about it by the customers. Apparently that word was sort of creepy, but she could think of no other term to use.
Looking back at Emily, Bry shrugged. "It's a small place, but you'd be surprised at what you can find." Her eyes moved down to focus momentarily on a couple droplets of coffee that had fallen onto the counter. What a mess, she thought with furrowing brow and felt tempted to grab a sponge and wipe down the entire surface. No, no... She couldn't. Bry looked back up at Emily with a measure of uncertainty, still bothered but hoping that it wasn't completely obvious. She swallowed and forced another smile, despite herself. "Are you looking for anything specific? I know my way around here quite well. I could show you." Bry bowed her head slightly, apologetic. "I would call someone. But it's summer. We're actually a little understaffed as well unfortunately. But believe me, I'm good for more than serving coffee. Before I worked here, I was a bit of what you'd call a regular." An irregular regular, what a laugh. As far as she knew, they didn't get many hunters aside from her. |
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