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Post by Ashley Ian Days on Nov 20, 2012 14:54:32 GMT -6
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[/color][/style] TAGGED: derek WORDS: 0717 It was nearly time to close up shop, which meant playing louder music while cleaning and putting out the new books and readying the store for the next day once the last straggling customer left. Most of the employees were dawdling about, sitting on some of the chairs scattered around the store or taking advantage of the leftover pastries that would just get thrown out, or making the last few cups of coffee so that they could clean. Ian had worked the Starbucks part of the store that evening and he hummed inaudibly to himself as he took a drink out of the peppermint mocha in his hand, using the other to wipe down the counter with a damp cloth before he'd attack it with cleaner. He was so much more a fan of closing the store than he was opening, especially since he was not the greatest morning person. He did not like mornings unless he could laze around his apartment and read. "It's supposed to snow tonight," he said to no one in particular, not all that worried if no one was close enough to actually hear. He was used to talking to himself, after all. He did spend plenty of time through the years talking to his best friend that was no more than a delusion. The fact probably should have saddened him or something, but honestly, it did not. He was not fond of the idea of breaking down or not having enough meds to the point he started seeing things again. He was odd (and paranoid) enough as it was without wondering if something was going to be right there behind him that did not even exist. After setting the cleaning rag down, he reached up and ruffled his hair, glancing around to see if there were still customers in the shop. However, by the fact that one of the crew was dancing to the music as he swept the floor, Ian doubted it. Of course, the dude could have been okay with doing stuff like that in public for all Ian knew. Typically, closing was when Ian would try to get to know one of his co-workers more, but the ones there were people that he knew couldn't stand him, or ones he had pushed his presence on too recently. Except for one. Ian was pretty sure the guy's name was Derek, but past that (and the fact the guy was undeniably gorgeous) Ian knew nothing about him. They had never had a shift together before, which made Ian wonder if the guy was just new, or if he was really that oblivious. Ian took another moment of quiet decision making before going over to where the other employee was cleaning or whatever his closing duties were there at the cafe area. Maybe Ian should pay more attention to what's going on than what his own daily assignment is. "Hi, I'm Ian. Er, well, Ashley, as my stupid name tag says, but I go by 'Ian'. The bossman won't change my name tag. Something about how the documents say my first name is as such, so it must be that. Did you just start working here? I don't think I've seen you here before. Or... I dunno, I don't think so. Sorry if I have. I'm kind of a spazz. ... And I'm talking way too much, I'm sorry." Well, that was one way to make a first impression (or second), he guessed. He was sure he was that annoying kid that talked way too much to just about everybody, so maybe it was the right impression to give this guy, anyway. Even though, Ian really hoped that was not what the guy thought, because that would suck, a lot. Because, really, who enjoyed being known as being annoying. Maybe he should tone down the caffeine consumption. It would probably help, especially with the whole random heart racing thing. Which hadn't actually happened recently until that night. Maybe he overdid it with the two coffees. But they were so good, and worth it. Definitely worth it. What was he doing again? Oh, right, the new guy. "Your name's Derek, right? I kinda suck with names, so I might get it wrong a billion times, even if you've got a name tag."
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Post by Derek Aden McBride on Jan 4, 2013 22:18:05 GMT -6
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 Derek day started off differently. Instead of heading to Barnes and Noble for his morning shift, he slept in. Something he rarely ever does. Well… sleeping in for Derek was sleeping to 7:30 in the morning. Derek was a morning person… as well as a night owl. He wasn’t someone who got or needed as much sleep as someone else. That’s probably why he has such an addiction to coffee. He doesn’t get enough sleep and the caffeine in the several cups of coffee he drinks a morning to get through the day. Today was his first day on the night shift. Derek usually worked the morning shift in the Starbucks located in the local Barnes and Noble. Mainly because his shift as a yoga instructor was in the afternoon and he had night classes usually. BUT since it was the end of the semester at the college, he switched around his entire schedule. He now worked night shifts at Starbucks and morning classes. Yoga stayed the same. Sometimes he really wondered how in devils name he functioned and managed to get all his homework finished because with the amount of time he was working was much, much greater than when he was doing homework, at school and sleeping combined. He sipped on his very strong French Roast Coffee as he wiped down the tables. His eyes keep drifting towards his coworker. Ashley.... was his name… But he was almost positive he’s heard him going by Ian. He arched a brow, hearing the random words Ian said. ”Is it really?” he responded softly, mostly to himself. Derek stifled a yawn behind one hand as he continued to wipe down tables. Derek disliked the snow. Eh, oh well. Snow and cold weather made for good cuddling. Not that he ever had anyone to cuddle with, unless you count his dog taking over his bed. Which she did… nightly. He just didn’t have the heart to kick the pooch out of the bed. It’s not like he was sharing it with anyone. Derek took a sip of his coffee before placing it on the opposite table he wasn’t cleaning. He stood up straight and groaned softly as his back cracked. One would think that with the amount of yoga he did, he wouldn’t have back problems. Nope. Derek still had lingering back and hip pain from what killed him the first time. He peered up and smiled as Ian introduced himself and started talking animatedly. He chuckled lightly. Derek didn’t mind the animated chatter at all. It was a nice change. He had friends who spoke minimally and made conversations awkward. ”Well talking way to much is far better than someone who won’t talk at all I think, or speaks minimally in a conversation.” he grinned before adding. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you Ian. I’ve been here for a while, maybe just shy of a year and a half. I usually work morning shift, which is why you might have missed me beforehand.” he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Derek placed the dish towel on the ground and wiped his hands on his shirt. ”I am indeed Derek. I won’t be insulted if you do mistake my name. It’ll happen to the best of us.” he let out a soft laugh. There was something about Ian… he intrigued Derek like no other has ever before. Spotting the manager looking over at them, he nudged Ian and started wiping the next table. That wouldn’t stop him from talking though. It was closing and the manager was a bit more lenient. ”How long have you been working here?” he asked as he watched Ian as he cleaned the tables TAG: Ian | OUTFIT: comingsoon | WORDCOUNT: | NOTES: ohmagod >< I’m soooooooooo soo so so sooooooooo sorry for the wait. I’ve been busy ._. but ima working on coming back =3 |
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Post by Ashley Ian Days on Jan 6, 2013 21:58:42 GMT -6
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[/color][/style] TAGGED: derek WORDS: 0722 Ian smiled when Derek said that he thought talking too much was better than too little. He knew many people who would disagree, and most of them had (unfortunately, on their part) wound up in Ian's life. He could not even count the number of times he had been told to "shut up" because of his rambling. Of course, there were times it was said more fondly, and then Ian would usually laugh and start joking with whoever said it. When it was said more irritatedly, Ian would mentally kick himself and try to filter himself more. "Oh, ew, mornings. I'm not a morning person," Ian replied, scrunching his face up a little. "Unless I can spend a few hours reading and slowly waking up to greet the day... with coffee; then, I'm a bit more of a morning person. 'Course, I have a few classes in the mornings because it was the only time I could get them. Daytime's usually spent on campus." Ian spent a lot of his free time on campus, and between classes it was not unusual to see him in the library with a new book to read. "'Course, now that school's ending for a bit, my schedule's gonna change. Ah well." The college freshman laughed softly and smiled with a nod when the other man said not to worry about it if he forgot his name. That was a good thing. Ian might not forget it that night; but, that did not mean that by the next time they ran into one another that he would remember what it was. He did not remember his Reaper's name, and he did not remember the therapist he went to go see once a week; but, he did remember a few co-worker's names. So, there was hope that he might remember Derek's. Maybe. His brow furrowed for a moment when the other guy nudged him a little, but then he remembered. He was supposed to be cleaning. "Oh, right!"
He laughed softly, rolling his eyes at himself before helping to clean the area, picking up a few stray napkins on the ground while pulling a face because ew. People were gross. Not all people, but people in general. Ian tossed those into the trash, humming a little in thought. He honestly was not sure exactly how long he had worked there. He had came to New Haven in December, enrolled in high school to re-do his senior year since he'd been too sick when he was alive to really be there often about mid-way through the first semester, and by that December, he was a freshman in college. So, it had been about a year. He had been working part time since a few weeks after arriving. He had wanted to start saving for college and to have a place of his own. "Uuuuh..." He had to pause just for a moment to remember what he had been asked again before answering, "About a year now. I usually work evenings and weekends 'cause of school. Might have to cut back on some of my hours, though. Talking with my counselor about double majoring and double minoring. Doesn't leave me with too much time to be working two shifts here. Maybe I'll just keep the barista gig. I like coffee... [/b]" Of course, Ian stopped himself with that thought before he could go off on some tangent on coffee and how amazing it was. Speaking of; where was his coffee? Ian went over to grab it, taking a drink before he went over to put the chairs up on a table that had already been cleaned off. " 'Course, I like books too, which is probably good considering one of the majors I want is creative writing. It would kinda be pointless for someone who doesn't like book-- Wow, I'm talking way too much again. Sorry. Feel free to tell me to shut up if I get annoying, or you wanna say something, 'cause yeah..." Ian smiled over at Derek, actually surprised at the fact that he had caught himself before he went rambling on too much. It made it difficult to talk with people if you spent too much time talking to them. As much as Ian liked to talk, he did enjoy actual conversations more than just rambling to a person. [/color][/div] OUTFIT: here NOTES: he really does talk a lot XD [/center][/td][td][atrb=style, background: #226666; width:150px; height: 500px; padding:0px;] [style= width: 450px; font-family: blackjack; font-size: 30px; color: #dd6666; text-shadow: 1px 0px 1px #333333; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; float: right; position: relative; top: 110px; left: 80px] [/style] [/td][/tr][/table] this template was designed by mousey of caution2.0.
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