Midnight cafe

[Mercado]

OOC- i seriously cant think of like...anything..but umm...ill try my hand at something

Yzal rotated his wrist as his eyes stared uninterested outside the shop window. The entire shop was practically dead with hardly any business, but Yzal was content in his window seat inside the quaint cafe. It was pretty late, but he didn't feel like sleeping yet. He took occasional sips of his coffee here and there, each time closing his eyes to fully embrace the warmth of his hazelnut coffee.

As he opened his eyes he would again look out toward the darkened street lit up by the occasional hanging street light. It was really just one of those nights, where everything seemed to stop, and you would wonder when dawn would arrive. The only indicators that time hadn't stop in the cafe was the sound of the ticking clock and the infrequent footsteps of the man behind the counter.

Yzal didn't pay attention to either, nor did he pay attention to the twinkle on the door that chimed pleasantly as someone stepped into the shop. No...Yzal's mind was just spacing out into the dark night, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

OOC-....again...its horrible, i know...sorry!

[Rayne Carter]

(( Better then I could do this late ^^; ))

With big black boots and swaying hips, Rayne entered the cafe.
It was late, she was tired and looking for something warm to drink. The late night air was chilly..and she had left her jacket at home.
Smart right?

Rubbing her hands over her cold arms, Rayne walked to the cashier and ordered a Zebra which is a black and white mocha.

While waiting for the much anticipated elixir, the Latino girl sat in the corner of the cafe, near the heater, and whipped out a old tattered book from one of the deep pockets in her pants.
Cruising through the pages to find where she last left off while pushing back one of the many braids away from her face, Rayne began to read.

Rayne was wearing black chained pants that were peppered with pockets, accompanied by white tank under a black one. And of course her signature black combat boots she looked like teenager straight from boot camp.

Well, having a military father and a cop for a mother will do that to kid.

Further submerging herself into her book, Rayne placed her feet on the table and quickly lost touch will the normal world.

She didn't even hear the waiter call her drink out....that was the way she got whenever she read.

Maybe she should stop reading in public.....

[Mercado]

As Yzal turned his attention over from the window to his coffee and, his attention to the real world, his attention shifted the moment the clerk at the counter started to call out to a customer whom had probably come in while Yzal's mind was wandering outside.

After the third time the clerk had called out to the girl, Yzal stood up from his window seat and went toward the counter picking up what the person had ordered. The clerk was really starting to get annoying constantly calling the person saying their order was ready. Yzal just wanted to guy to pipe down, so he could continue spacing out in peace. "I'll bring this to that person kay? So shh...." Yzal said while making motion of bringing his finger to his mouth before picking up the coffee.

Yzal turned his head looking for the person who had ordered the drink, when he saw a single girl sitting near the heater of the shop. Her attire screamed military enthusiast, but Yzal didn't really mind it to much.

"Hey?" Yzal said trying to grab the girl's attention. "You might wanta take this." He said smiling lightly while slightly extending his left hand which held her drink.

[Rayne Carter]

In 1967 a aged sword, believed to be from the early Gaelic times was discovered off the English coast. Other relics were found as well but only such things as pots and other dishes.
The sword looks like the possession of someone of high birth.
Archeologist's believe that because of the intricate work on the blade.
Jewels adorn the pommel and hilt and on the actual blade are runes scraped...more like engraved with the Gaelic words, " Evil never dies.
Archaeologist assumes the sword belonged to a knight of some sort.
Still on site, the team worked furiously through the months to try to discover the owner of the beautiful blade, it seemed it was owned by...

Rayne looked up angrily, her ice blue eyes dancing at dagger points. " Do you mind I'm trying to read!"
Her eyes scanned the guy in front of her, it clicked.
" Oooh......."

Clicking her tongue, she placed her book on the table and moved her feet off of it.


"Sorry 'bout that.....right........" Frowning slightly, Rayne took her drink softly.


"Thanks."

[Mercado]

Yzal stood standing in front of the girl with a large black zip up hoody which was over a regular grey T-shirt. He was wearing a pair of dark black jeans over his white sneakers, which for him was his usual attire.

Yzal couldn't say that he wasn't a bit thrown back from the girl's aggressive response, but from his facial expression that didn't change, you'd think that when she lashed out at him, it didn't affect him. Yzal had noticed the book in her hand, though he didn't think she was that engrossed in the book. It wasn't surprising though. His mind also blocked out things when he was focusing...or tried to unfocus in his case.... on things.

"Ya sorry i bothered you, but really its no problem miss....?" Yzal said trying to at least grab the girl's name.

It wasn't often you met someone at a cafe at the stroke of midnight was it? And he was kind of bored staring out the window by himself.

[Aureus]

It was one of those nights, when nobody's home and everyone's here, but you just felt so alone. The wind rushing across the slightly-quiet streets bit harder than usual. Every now and then a car would rush by with drunk guys laughing their asses off, but Aureus didn't really mind.

A black hood shielded his head, while his hands found shelter in the pocket's of his hoodie. The dark blue jeans that clung to his hips were a bit dirty, and wrinkled. Simply the result of another fight just an hour previous. Some kids from school who thought they actually stood a chance against him. No, they weren't like the transfers. They were weak, and lacked experience. Aside from the low-key pain in his legs that would remind him every few minutes, the Pillar had almost forgotten about the incident completely. Just another stop on his road to power, but not because he liked being in control, he just wanted her back.

Aureus was just out walking now, like he had been before the 259ers had interrupted, as he couldn't sleep at all. He wasn't depressed like had been a few weeks ago, 'cause he was being totally realistic about the situation he was in. Even then, it didn't help things. It didn't stop the ache. He would have given anything to be sleeping next to her, but no, he was trudging across the wet streets of long beach.

Looking ahead of him, the schizo spotted the lights of an all night cafe. Maybe some tea would do me good, he thought as he headed towards the small building. A quick glance through the large windows revealed the fact that there were only three others present. Pulling open the glass door, he walked up to the counter and order a cup of tea, just as planned, before taking a seat far from everyone else. The hood shadowed his face whilst he stared at the empty booth in front of him. For a moment, he could have swore he saw her.