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Post by RAFAAN DUCHANT on Jun 25, 2012 16:17:55 GMT -5
Rafaan strode along the sidewalk, hands thrust deep into his suit pocket as he walked towards the outdoor cafe. He could use a cup of coffee, work had him constantly on the go and as he glanced down at his watch, he realized he only had about an hour until his next delivery consultation. Since he'd graduated school a year early the past spring, he'd been working like a dog to earn a decent living that kept him well above the poverty line. He nodded to a group of young women who passed him and said in a dry, flat tone, "Afternoon." They all giggled and smiled at him but he continued, not bothering to look back. He didn't have time for the usual high school flirting game, he had a life he needed to keep on track if he intended to climb the ladder of success within the industry. He'd planned to own the transport company by the age of 30, and needed to stay sharp. The wind picked up a bit as he approached the outdoor cafe and ordered his usual drink, which was so complicated that the barista gave him a teasing look and made an offhand joke. He didn't return the smile and handed her a five, insisting she keep the change. He stood stone-faced as he waited for his drink, mentally calculating his time in correspondence with his to-do list. Grabbing the coffee as it came up into the window he inhaled a deep breath of the steam, smiling to himself at how good it smelled. He loved coffee. It was always what cheered him up and cleared his head. He turned and scanned the tables, looking for an empty seat. Seeing non he frowned slightly and rechecked, not wanting to sit with a stranger and make awkward small talk. His eye stopped as he spotted a familiar face. She was a pretty girl, but nothing remarkable in his mind, she'd gone to his school and was his age. Her name escaped him and he tried to rack his memories for it as he contemplated sitting over there. Wylda... That was her name. Putting on a friendly smile Rafaan headed in her direction and came up to her table, "Hey, mind if i sit here?" He asked as he stood there like a gentle man, hand resting gently on the back of the chair. "Wylda, isn't it? I'm Rafaan, we went to school together past few years." |
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Post by WYLDA KIANNE LANA on Jun 28, 2012 4:45:43 GMT -5
h i d i n g & h i d i n g n e v e r w o r k s  [style=width: 150px; height: 100px; background-color: 82a6a8; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 8 8px; line-height: 100%; color: 000000; font-family: arial; center; padding: 10 10 10 10px; overflow: auto; border: 5px solid #bbb;]TAGGED: Rafaan (:
WORDS: 845
OUTFIT: Not bothering to polyvore it. Jeans, a tee and the hat in the pic.
NOTES: The post isn't the best, kinda tired, sorry.
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[/style][/td][td] [atrb=border,0,true] A new hat and coffee. These two things weren't the norm for Wylda or anyone in her family. She wasn't poor but her family didn't believe in wasting their money on pointless things. A lot of things the family bought were from people selling them because they needed money. Her family, unlike her, cared about the poorer people in the district and wanted to help them. As for the coffee, the only other times Wylda had tasted coffee had been birthdays as birthdays are "wasteful money spending days" as her dad called them. Sitting at a table in the cafe, Wylda was slightly nervous as this wasn't her birthday and she wasn't supposed to be here.
Saving money was a little thing Wylda found she wasn't too bad at and now that she had a good amount, she thought she would treat herself. She wasn't doing anything wrong, well not in her eyes anyway but she knew her parents would just about kill her if they saw hey. She was counting on them not going near the cafe, she hadn't been caught buying the hat and once she finished her coffee, she could go home and lie about the hat. She had everything planned out, there was no way she was going to get in trouble for this. Still, she took another sip of her coffee, wishing for it to cool down a bit so she could drink it faster.
She wondered if any of her friends would walk by and see her and what they would think of this. They didn't have parents who were so tight with money and they got to be treated with things like coffee and shopping more often but to see her in here with her coffee, Wylda knew she would surprise them. If her friends were to walk by anyway, she was sitting in the least visible table, hoping to be able to hide if her parents were to walk by.
Thinking about company before this would have been a nice thing and a great way to get out of possible trouble, she could have said her friend had bought her the coffee. She sighed, she wanted company but not to cover up the coffee, she just wanted someone to talk to, she'd been looked up working on a school project for a couple of days. Just having Monri to talk to wasn't good enough after a couple of days knowing he couldn't talk back.
She looked up as she heard someone else ordering coffee. The cafe was full and she had almost laughed the last time she'd watched someone order coffee and then look around to see no table, she didn't understand why people didn't check that before ordering the drink. The guy ordering coffee now was someone Wylda recognised but only as someone from school who was rich. She didn't socialize with the rich people, just like she didn't with the poor people, she liked to keep to her little group of friends. She still noticed other people and she would sometimes say hi to people from school if she saw them out in the district and they said hi to her, she wasn't completely rude.
She continued to watch the guy as he got his coffee only because she had nothing else to do. Her coffee was still steaming and she already had a burnt tongue, she wasn't going to be drinking that for a little while longer. She watched him look around and see no empty tables and then she saw him look over at her table. She looked away from him and sipped at her coffee as if to look like she hadn't been watching him but she saw his feet moving towards her table. Why? It wasn't like they knew each other, she'd seen him at school before but she couldn't even remember his name.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" The guy asked and Wylda looked up at him again. In his suit, it was obvious he was one of the more richer people in the district, it was like he wanted to flaunt it around by wearing the suit. He was also good looking but she didn't like to pay attention to things like that, the amount of pointless crushes she'd had over the years, it was pointless. The other thing she could pick up in that moment was how polite he was.
She purposely took a few extra seconds to think out her answer. She wanted to talk to someone but to some rich guy who she'd seen at school before? Not really. She still doubted she would be seen by any of her friends though and she wasn't going to get through her coffee very quickly so she'd let him sit here, even just to look a little less odd with all the people in the cafe chatting away. "Sure, I don't mind." she said, keeping on a neutral expression. "Yeah, I'm Wylda. Rafaan, don't think I've ever talked to you before, recognise you though from 'round school."
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Post by RAFAAN DUCHANT on Jun 29, 2012 10:18:00 GMT -5
Rafaan carefully scanned the girl's face and detected a note of irritation, and upon eyeing her hastily blowing on her steaming coffee wondered if she was in a hurry. Regardless he took the seat opposite of her and smiled politely when she indicated his name. He took pride in the fact that people knew his name, he'd purposely been heavily involved around the school so that people would know his name. He figured it'd be good recognition out in the working world years from now. He tilted his head slightly and looked down at his coffee when she blatently mentioned they'd enver talked. Is she implying that it's superficial of me to talk now when I just want somewhere to sit? he frowned ever so slightly but tried to remain poised and professional as always, "True, I was very busy in school and didn't associate with that many people. Although i've lately graduated early and now am working full time." He smiled and drank from his steaming mug. He loved coffee. It was one of his favorite things and he needed at least one or two cups a day to keep going at the energy level he liked to be at while working. The only days he didn't drink coffee were the rare days he had off, and on those days he usually hung out with his old friends from high school and actually acted his age. But every other day, it was 'business Rafaan'. Glancing back up at Wylda he wondered if he came off as snobby, now noticing the stark difference in their dress. She was wearing jeans and a tee, reflective of her age, while he sported a suit that made him look much older. Not wanting to make the wrong impression he tried to recall how to act around peers instead of co-workers, "Your hat is very becoming, it gives you a sort of air about yourself," He stopped and realized how ridiculous he sounded. Taking another sip of coffee he awkwardly stared at the passerbyers. People watching was always a hobby of Rafaan's. Usually he'd try to guess what they did for a living and where they'd grown up in the district by their dress and mannerisms. Smiling he looked back at Wylda, "Want to play a game?" His eyes glittered slightly with amusement at the prospect of playing the game with another peer, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had enough time with his friends to just sit and people watch, "What we do is point out a person, and the other has to sort of make up a personality and short life story for them. My friends and I used to do it all the time." His smile faded and he glanced back down at his coffee, fiddling with his watch, "But I hardly see them anymore, they're always busy with school and sports and I...well i'm always at work." He laughed softly at this but frowned. He was a work-a-holic and he knew that. Trying to grow up too fast. That's what his mother had said when he'd moved out of the house last year. But he felt like he needed to be independent, needed to find his purpose. Because frankly he was bored out of his mind in this place. |
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