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Post by Jagged on May 17, 2009 19:41:29 GMT -5
Kris Evans was the opposite of rich; actually, he was quite poor. Of course, moving from Canada to the U.S without being married to a U.S citizen is pretty hard, and it's almost impossible to survive the taxes and mortgage. But, Kris was able...but only by a centimeter. And, no, he wasn't thriving, but he was at least happy. At the moment Kris was sitting at a small table for two (but was alone) at his favorite coffee shop which he just happened to live right next too. A coffee as sitting in front of him on the table, served black without any type of crème or flavoring. Just how he liked it. Outside the heavens were weeping; rain splattered the window beside him with rather loud thunks. Kris watched with a faraway look as the people passed, some having umbrellas while others sprinted for cover.
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Post by moonstone21365 on May 17, 2009 19:46:16 GMT -5
Daisy stormed into the coffee shop a upset look on her face and hair drenched though somehow remained beautiful a strange combination. She looked at her arm white seeped through the seamless spray on tan."Dam Rain!"she hissed walking to the counter quickly she ordered the cheapest thing she saw since she wasn't going to drink it anyway. Fumming she walked over to a table near a window and growled silently.
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Post by Jagged on May 17, 2009 19:52:43 GMT -5
Kris watched as the vampire came storming into the coffee shop, ordered some sort of drink, then sat at a table in front of him. He was looking slightly surprised, but then his attention was caught once again by something else outside the window. He laughed silently when a women passed, then suddenly a huge splash of rain water hit her on the head from the gutter. Then he took a gulp from his coffee, and turned forward, once again interested in the vampire. Her spray tan was obviously melting off, he noticed.
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Post by moonstone21365 on May 17, 2009 19:56:54 GMT -5
Eventually after cursing a bit Daisy looked at Kris a frown on her face."What are you looking at!"she growled not really caring that he was a mountain werewolf. You could see flames form in her eyes they sparked and they soon turned coal black out of anger.
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Post by Jagged on May 18, 2009 7:27:08 GMT -5
"Your spray tan. I was just wondering why you would need one if people anyway wouldn't suspect you of a vampire, just pale." Kris replied calmly from behind. He took a gulp of his black coffee, then yawning. His eyes were now casted out the window, watching as 4 men moved furniture out of the truck in the poaring rain. He wasn't really paying attention to Daisy anymore.
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Post by Jagged on May 19, 2009 18:28:55 GMT -5
Drinking the last bit of his coffee, Kris stood up and threw the tempary up into the trash bin. Then he walked out, waving a quick by to the elder who owned the shop; he came in every morning, so they were friends. He could feel the rain drench his har and body as he walked threw the rain, his hands in his pockets. No use in trying to dogde it; he'd only look like a moron but still get just as wet. His blue eyes stood up oddly, brighter then what seemed usaul. Then he walked into his appartment lobby, which was a cement room-like cellar, and leaned against the wall. He had no job, no money. He was going to have to go live with his father in Canada if he didn't make some cash. Not very elated, he stared the wall with extremely bland interest.
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Post by moonstone21365 on May 19, 2009 18:33:31 GMT -5
Elisabeth walked up to Kris a worried look on her face."Umm do you know where room 212 is I mean I have been in and out of this place and I just can't find out were it is."she said her blond hair frizzy from the weather and curling in all directions."I just can't seem to find it anywhere and I need this place really bad...."she paused looking up at Kris."Could you help me?"she asked her cheeks flushing red.
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Post by Jagged on May 19, 2009 18:59:03 GMT -5
OOC: And, my dearest friend and cuz Tori, I have made a rule of no pending characters. A pending characrt is how someone plays their character when the bio is either unaccepted or unfinished. I'm trying to make this site more organized and official to get more members, and I'm also advertising again. (if you look, we have more guests then the usaul) I'll let you get away with it this time, but not next time...I'm now strict about the site now unlike before.
Kris slowly turned his gaze to the women in front of him. "It's up the first flight up stairs and on your left." he replied without much thought since he had a good memory. His look turned curious. He'd never seen her in the apartment building yet, and that was a shoker because he spent most of his life running up and down 5 flights of stairs. He decided not to ask, though, since he hated it when people were nosy and didn't want to be a hypocrit.
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Post by moonstone21365 on May 19, 2009 19:05:21 GMT -5
Liz stopped for a moment taking a breath."Really thanks!"she said happily flashing a smile too embarrassed at the face she had missed the room to say anything else. As she walked over to the stairs her flip flop caught on the floor sending the stack of books in her hands flying and she flopped onto the floor. Even more humiliated she began running around the room picking up her books falling a few more times.
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Post by Jagged on May 19, 2009 19:17:18 GMT -5
First amusment had made him want to laugh, but he contained it and tried to clear off his amused look. Kris walked over, bending down and grabbed 3 of her books, and handed them to her. He couldn't stop himself from chuckling in a low voice as walked a little away to grab the last two. "You must really be accident prone," he said in a joking voice as he handed the last of the books to her. Feeling as though he was being rude, he decided to introduce himself. "I'm Kris." He told her, leaning against the closest wall on habit, without relizing that he was. He suddenly yawned, then saying casaully "Don't worry about making me angry, because I'm an unusaully calm Mountian werewolf." he told her. Damn, he was tired as hell. And, he would be awaiting another sleepness night for some odd reason.
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Post by moonstone21365 on May 19, 2009 19:22:20 GMT -5
"Oh Elisabeth but call me Liz I hate when people say my name I think I am in trouble or something and as for my clumsiness this is one of my better days."she said trying not to smile. Slowly she picked up her last two books turning to the stair case."And I wasn't afraid about making you angry anyone who can help me find my room without ignoring me can't be that bad."She said blushing horribly.
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Post by Jagged on May 19, 2009 19:38:39 GMT -5
"Alright." Kris smiled lightly. "It's not like clumsiness is a sin." He joked, watching as her face turned even redder. "I'm glad, because a lot of people, or, at least vamps and werewolves, feel the need to talk to me as if I'm mental." He said, thinking back on some of the conversations he had that day. "Do you now live in his sh8tty place or are you visiting?" He asked curiously.
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Post by moonstone21365 on May 19, 2009 19:42:46 GMT -5
"No I live here despite the fact my mom and dad insist I take some money from them to live somewhere better but they've already paid for med. school and collage I couldn't bare to put them through anymore."she explained with a shrug."I am not one just to take money because I need it I would rather work for it you know maybe someday I will win the lottery."Liz joked shifting her weight."So is this place as bad as they say?"
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Post by Jagged on May 19, 2009 19:50:21 GMT -5
Good, someone else other then 70 year olds and drug dealers, Kris thought to himself. he nodded grimly. "Yeah, it's a whole lot worse. Believe me, soon enough you'll be begging to your parents for cash. I'm poor as hell, so I can barley afford this. But that's what happens when he get deported back to Canada, loosing your job then coming back. Canada is a whole lot cheaper then in the U.S." Kris said, looking annoyed by the fact.
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Post by moonstone21365 on May 19, 2009 19:54:41 GMT -5
"I am sorry I didn't mean to brag if you ever need kelp please don't hesitate to ask I am always willing to help a friend well that is if we are considered friends now I guess I could still be just some clumsy girl that lives in room ummm...."Lizzy looked down at her paper."212 apparently."she added letting her smile seep through."And I hope you can stay in the USA for a little bit longer I am going to need to know at least one person in this city or I will go crazy."
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