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Post by dolly on May 8, 2011 0:17:44 GMT -5
 
Amelia let out a growl and jumped out of bed, very much bored with her day so far. It was noon and she hadn’t bothered to get out of bed. She threw on some random clothes (because she hates sleeping with more then her bra and underwear) and grabbed her car keys. Slamming the door behind her she made her way to the first place that came to mind. Starbucks.
She drove her threw the traffic cutting off as much people as she possibly could. Every few red lights that she caught, she weighted and let her thoughts wander. Usually to her music and her lack of a love life.
She eventually made her way to the coffee shop’s parking lot. She hopped out of her car and pressed the lock button on the key chain. She strutted her way to the cashier and ordered her frappuccino and scone. “Double Chocolaty Chip Frappuccino and Cinnamon Chip Scone. Thanks,” she said sweetly to the cashier and took out her phone and waited. The boy came back with her drink and pastry and gave her an annoyed look.
"Thank You." She gave the boy her money and took her items and made her way to a table. She took a small bite of her scone and sipped on her drink. She crossed her legs and searched through her purse, looking for her phone. Five texts that needed to be answered.
She looked around at all the other patrons, looking for someone worth talking to. No one. She pursed her lips and thought what a boring day this was becoming.
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Post by ARTEMIS LEILA WENDELL on May 16, 2011 7:06:52 GMT -5
 every little step i take
leads me closer to you
It wasn’t often that one saw Artemis in a suit. Judging by her name, people expected the closest thing she owned to a suit to be a shirt left over from high school. Truth be told, until the previous day, the closest thing she had owned to a suit was her Army uniform. That didn’t matter, though, as she wasn’t about to freely parade the fact that she was (or had been, at the very least) a Sergeant in the US Army. That had no bearing on her new life here. Everyone here was now on a strictly need to know basis.
The reason Artemis was in a suit was simple enough. Nothing morbid and saddening like a funeral, and nothing as uplifting as a wedding. She wasn’t a banker or a business woman, and she certainly wasn’t trying to impress anyone. It was just weird not going to a job interview in a suit. Even if it was at a nightclub. The interview had gone well. Although it had started off with the interviewer shaking his head, she had calmly listed her skills, and told him everything he wanted to know. There really was no way he couldn’t have hired her without some legal nutcase getting on his back about it. Plus, she was technically overqualified. And they did need more security personnel.
She was smiling brightly as she walked down the street. It was sunny, and she was a little overly warm, but that was OK. It was pretty early in the afternoon, and she was still tired from unpacking everything the day before, but that was OK too. She wanted to go back to her apartment and sleep, but that, she knew, was a sure fire way to destroy her body clock and sleeping pattern. And she REALLY didn’t want that to happen. Instead, she thought of a better idea. Coffee. The idea only really dawned on her as she saw a Starbucks, but even so, she had to stop herself rushing to get through the door. She smiled at the barista as she walked through the door, and even the smell of the roasted beans perked her up.
“Could I have a double espresso, a latte, and a brownie, please?” The barista looked harried, but threw her a quick smile as he compiled her order. Passing over a twenty, she told him to keep the change, and almost skipped over to a table. Not a very sensible form of travel with two cups of steaming coffee, but she couldn’t help it! Everything was just falling into place so easily here! A house, a job, sun, and she was away from that total creep! What more could she want?! Downing the double espresso like it was a shot, Artemis’ eyes scanned the shop. Hm, some interesting characters, some potential friends. Possibly even some enemies, although she didn’t really like to entertain that notion. She liked making friends, liked being liked. Being disliked wasn’t nearly so much fun.
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