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Post by elise on Mar 13, 2012 7:55:37 GMT
Ah, Madame Puddifoot’s. The sickly sweet aroma of brewing tea and freshly baked crumpets, and the chittering and chattering of little lovebirds…perfect for people watching. Which is, as you know, one of my very favorite pass-times. Though Skeeter may have been one of the greatest for gossip, I must do something when the letters and assignments don’t come in. What better way to spend the day than sipping at a cup of tea, that is so sweet it’s churning my stomach to illness, and eavesdropping on everyone’s conversations. Of course, this isn’t the location I would usually head to for a nice slice of juicy gossip, but it is a nice place to catch all the new hook-ups and break-ups, and that’s all too many of you care about anymore isn’t it?
Elise put down her quill. She picked up her cup of tea and sipped it. Then she set it down. She made a face of disgust, and hailed a server. “Water, if you don’t mind.” The server nodded. She leaned back, relaxing slightly. There was an empty chair in front of her. For some reason, Madame Puddifoot’s didn’t think it proper to have tables with any more or any less than two chairs. It was simply a place to date. Elise wasn’t much for dating. Sure, she got around in other ways, but she didn’t see the point. If she was to spend forever on this planet, she didn’t figure it was worth her time to date anyone who was going to die before she was. It had its ups though, it meant not having to choose just one person to spend the rest of her life with…she got to be with all sorts of different people, fall ‘in love’, many times. She didn’t believe she’d ever really find love though, she didn’t believe ‘true love’, romantically, even existed. Elise looked around the tea shop and sighed. This was getting to be rather boring.
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Tagged: Open
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Post by chris on Mar 13, 2012 14:29:18 GMT
Christian groaned as he walked towards Madam Puddifoot's. He loathed the place, but the Three Broomsticks was packed, and at the moment he craved some silence more than a strong firewhiskey. He supposed he could make do with a coffee for one evening as he went inside the nauseatingly, "romantically" decorated tea house, and placed an order for his beverage. Running his eyes around, he noticed a vaguely familiar girl sitting in one of the booths and he scooted a little closer to get a better look at who it was.
For one, she was pretty hot in a non conventional way. It wasn't like she was skinny or blonde or anything, but she was quite beautiful and being the guy he was, this fact caught his attention. He knew her, from school (or so he thought. Usually when he thought he knew somebody, he assumed they were from school). Anyhow, he was curious to get to know her, and signaling the waitress to bring it over to him, he walked up confidently to the woman. "Hi. You're Elise, right?" he asked, raising a brow and gesturing to the empty seat in front of her. "Mind if I sit?" he asked.
Before she could respond, he sat down and gave a charming smile to the waitress as she brought him his drink. "Thanks doll," he said, taking a careful sip without adding any sugar to it. As disgusting as the place was, he had to admit, they made one hell of a coffee. He let his eyes wander around the parchment and quill placed on the table and he raised a brow. "Wait. You're the journalist, right?" he asked, remembering her tiny picture which appeared next to her name in a few articles. He knew she was familiar enough and he held out a hand in greeting. "I'm Christian. But you can call me Chris," he said, acting as if he was supposed to be meeting her here and completely belonged in the place.
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Post by elise on Mar 16, 2012 19:49:09 GMT
A handsome young man entered the shop, no woman on his arm. He looked a little disgusted with the place and she wondered why he was even there. All other tables, as she had already noted, were full of couples…except hers. Maybe The Three Broomsticks was full or something. Or maybe he was picking up an order for his girlfriend. In any case, she was intrigued. Before she knew it, he was walking up to her. “Hi. You’re Elise, right?” A confused look crossed her face. Who was this guy? “Mind if I sit?” Before she could even open her mouth he sat and thanked the waitress for bringing his coffee. His eyes wandered to her papers. “Wait. You’re the journalist, right?” The confused look left Elise’s face as she realized that was probably where he’d seen her before because she certainly didn’t know this man. “I’m Christian. But you can call my Chris.”
Elise took his hand and allowed a small smile. “Pleasure. Yes, I am Elise…the journalist. For now at least.” She mentally scolded herself for that last bit, even though it was very true. She never held a job for too long. Then again, a few years or more wasn’t ‘too long’ in her eyes. She had eternity so it didn’t really matter how long she kept one job. Except when sometimes it did…those occasions where people would become suspicious as to why she was there so long and hadn’t really changed. No, that she was a vampire wasn’t really a secret per se, but she didn’t like how people tended to fear her or be disgusted with her when they found out. She lost a lot of jobs that way. “What brings you here today, Chris?” She asked conversationally, sipping at the water the waitress had brought her.
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Tagged: Chris A.
Wearing: Click
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