caffeine=happiness

[Elijah de Abbith]

Arms set on his legs, fingers wrapped loosely around an iPod so as not to obscure the screen, thin black cords trailing from the shiny black gadget to the ears of it's owner. Elijah de Abbith was fond of his toys and gadgets. He had all sorts of things drifting around his apartment, stuff you generally saw in a teenager's room. Bouncy balls, a DS, a rubber band ball, a yo-yo, a rubber chicken, action figures... clutter. It was spread throughout the apartment he called home, left on bookshelves and his desk and endtables. Nothing, no available space not used for walking, was safe. It didn't mean it had stuff on it, but it might eventually. Actually, that was a guarantee.

Riley was snoozing beneath the table. After making his rounds and getting chunks of pastry from the patrons, he had returned to his master, gotten a plain croissant, and gone to sleep. Man and dog. How very stereotypical, except that you'd have probably never guessed Elijah actually loved the critter. He didn't hit the dog, unless it was playfully. Rather, he seemed to go out of his way to mess with him. Pretending to throw the stick and smirking as the dog went tearing off to the horizon was a fun one. So was shifting away if Riley tried to lean against him, putting grape instead of strawberry jam on toast, and all sorts of other tricks. Who knew what the dog was getting out of their relationship, but apparently he was enjoying it, because he hadn't run away yet. He certainly could, as Elijah didn't use a leash, but he hadn't.

He seemed oblivious of the wheezy snoring near him, though. Taking a couple sips of coffee from the cup next to him, he shifted around a little to get more comfortable. He was in a fairly good position, though. He'd gotten a booth right next to the door, and was leaning against the wall, legs bent loosely, black sneakers set on the upholstery. He was driving at least one employee of this fair establishment nuts with it, too. A short, wispy man working the register was distracted every so often, gaze drifting to the tall man lounging impudently in the booth next to the door. The employee's murky brown eyes only occasionally met his, which had gone for green at the moment. At those points, Elijah would wave, smirk, and go back to watching his movie on his iPod. Fun.

Blue jeans, a black Warped Tour shirt, and his coat draped over the back of the booth next to him completed it all, because you couldn't go out without clothing; it was both idiotic and suicidal in Alaska. He was maybe a bit idiotic sometimes (he was male, a male with a distinctly childish side to his personality, what could be expected but fits of idiocy?), but he wasn't suicidal. He was also a fire manipulator with a lighter and night vision, and he was reasonably certain he would be alright if he had to get around this little urbanized chunk of ice. Hospitals and coffee shops, a recipe for death and disaster.

He gulped down some more coffee (caffeine, blessed caffeine), glanced at Riley, looked over at the door, and then peered back at the glowing screen of his iPod. Toys and gadgets. Honestly, who could live without 'em? It was mobile brain rot.

What wasn't to love?

[jupianking]

Today Adam was choosing to be different; he was going outside in daylight. For the longest time Adam was scared of the people in this chilly place these people called Blackbriar. He didn't want to be hurt like he was in His school days. The ridicule for not knowing how to be a normal kid, the names he was called for being smart, but dumb at the same time. Adam was just scared it would all happen again, and that he would have to do the same thing he did to the school.

Now, the young man was tired of livening in his fear and new he would have to get out and meet people some time or another. To be frank, he didn't like the idea of few, people knowing he lived there. This fear, if you want to call it a fear, more of a worry, trumped his fear of this life being like his school life. Adam was in his creepy looking black cloak, but that was the only warm thing he had, he did live in Vegas after all.

The tall black figure came waltzing down the chilly streets of wonderful Blackbriar Alaska, coming to a halt at one awesome looking coffee shop. This boy, well he was 20 so you should call him a young man, had never seen a coffee shop in his life. He lived on the streets and only stole for food. He lived in houses with out peoples permission and took there food, that sounds better than "The Streets" right? He just had to stop and gaze up at the old looking building, the first sign that he was either new, or he didn't get out much.

After a few moments of standing there and starring, Adam gathered him self, took a very, very, deep breath, and pushed open the door. The bell on the door gave a ring and it scared him. Well it more of startled him, rather than scared him. Slowly he walked inside black cloak and all. The warmness of the place felt so soothing and welcoming, he forgot that he was nervous and snapped his fingers, making a loud crack. This action caused his black cloak to seemingly vaporize into a black gas. The gas sank into a tube that the twenty year old was holding. This tube was very small, like a vile. Adam took it and stuffed it into his chest pocket of his button up white shirt.

Adam fixed his glasses and proceeded to the counter to order this thing called coffee, not bothering to realize how strange it was for a creepy, hooded, black cloaked figure to turn into a geek. As he approached the place to order his jaw dropped at all the choice of things he had. There was bottled coffee, cold coffee, hot coffee, juice, tea hot and cold, scones brownies cookies, breads, it was all amazing. Adam had no idea on what he should choose so he stood there, trying to figure out something, Flavored coffee, hot or cold, tea hot chocolate, there was just too much. He stepped aside so people wouldn't be waiting for him. While he pondered a thought entered his head. ~Why is there a dog in here?~