boredom, standards... and tea! [open]

[jack vincent fitzroy]

i beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
THIS IS THE DAWNING OF THE REST OF OUR LIVES

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Jack missed Vienna, in his own way. He had only been here for a week, and he was having worse home sickness then when he made the change from France to Vienna. Possible because everything here was so different. Sure, many people spoke his language, but some of the words were quite odd. For example, they said "Salut" here more than "Bonjour", and noone kissed cheeks like they did so in his country. They seemed to think it was more personal rather than the simple hello it was in his country. Also, he kept on having difficulty with this new money. Sure, being a musician counting was never a problem, but he always wanted to count in pounds, not whatever this was. And it just muddled him up, like now for example.

Here Jack was, standing in a cafe, wanting a Chai Latte, and staring at a handful of change that was quite foriegn to him. Eventually, he just thrust his hand at the cashier, and said "Knock yourself out.", or something similar to that effect, in French. The young teenage girl behind the till stared at him for a moment, and Jack found himself wondering if she was entranced by him, his wierd accent, or the fact he had just asked her to count his change for him, before shaking her head and raking her way through the change in his long musically experianced fingers. She mumbled in english about illiteracy and stupidity, he supposed hoping he didn't understand the language. Kind of naive really. He just smiled and pretended he didn't understand for the moment. When she was done counting, he popped his change back in his wallet and slid it into his back pocket.

She left for a moment, still muttering, and came back with a huge cup of Chai Latte for him, telling him to have a nice day with a smile in French. Jack nodded his head for a moment, and said quiet easily in english, "Thank you, you have a nice day yourself." and then smirked a little as her jaw dropped at him. He then gave her a wide grin and walked to a seat by the window, taking a sip of his tea and savouring the rich flavour before setting it down on the table before him. He then pulled a time table and a whole bunch of required teachings from his bag and picked through them. He made two piles: music he liked, and music he hated. After a moment, he added a third pile... meaning "?" really. He'd have to go and plunk it later. He reached around one of the scores he was reading and felt for his Chai frowning a little when he couldn't find it.

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TAGGED ?! open
STATUS ?! finished
WORDS ?! four hundred and fifty six sans tags
OUTFIT ?! here
LOCATION ?! in front of the window
LYRICS ?! holiday – green day
PLAYING ?! nothing at the mo.
NOTES ?! hee first post evah ^^
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION![/center]

[novalover10]

GAVE INTO LOVE AND WATCHED ALL THE BITTERNESS BURN

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Mallory needed some caffeine, she shouldn't have spent nearly all night by Moonlight river, but it was so entrancing. And she needed the time to think anyway. She had seen the cafe on her way to the school when her Gran dropped brought her up a few days ago. She loved coffe. That is one thing she missed about Cambridge, were all the small shops and cafes scattered about.

Mal missed England more than she realized, and more than she let on. After all, she had been born and raised there. And she missed her friends. Not that she couldn't make new ones but they had been friends since their toddler years, but she really loved living with her Gran, and was glad she could go to a school like Beaumont. It was like a dream come true.

Her phone vibrated with a text from one of her friends, her best friend. She smiled and texted back a short message, and began her journey to the cafe. Before long, while she was lost in thought and dream, she made it to the cafe. She opened up the door and a gust of warm air rustled her hair. Like always, Mal absentmindedly brushed it behind her ear. She really needed to start carrying barettes around, but she always forgot.

Her purse was dangling from her shoulder. She walked up to the counter and ordered a medium late. Her favorite drink. She paid and said thanks when the cashier handed her drink. She took a small sip, careful not to burn her tongue. She looked around for a table, preferably near a window, but she noticed a man, quite a bit older than herself sitting at a table with music spread out in front of him.

Mallory noticed a few pieces. Then the man looked confused and had a frown on his face. He looked familiar, but where would she have seen him? Then it dawned on her, he was a teacher at Beaumont. Music teacher. Mallory walked up to him, carefully balancing her purse and late in her hand. "Need help with anything?" She asked quietly, hoping she wasn't diturbing him.

outfit;;clickity-click
tag;; jack
ooc;; hi! =)
music;; don't trust me - 30h!3

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