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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #000000; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]WHO LET IT GO?[/style] So, it was a little cold outside, but the bookstore provided warmth of all varieties. The books and the smell of coffee brewing offered comfort, as well as the sounds of people turning the pages, and the skritching of AJ's pen as he wrote in his moleskine notebook. The Starbucks wasn't particularly busy at the time, so what better use could he make of it? Poetry wasn't really his thing. He never quite managed to master the art of forms. Sonnets weren't his thing, and neither were pantoums, paradelles, villanelles, haikus, odes, acrostics, ballads, or epistles. Sure, he knew the forms, and he knew how they worked, but he could never make an art from them. He'd always slapped a few sloppy words into an order that made sense, and hoped it worked, hoped it made sense. The buttons on his sleeve scratched against the counter as his elbow slowly bobbed in time with the movements of his pen. He'd rolled his sleeves up, because even if it was freezing outside, it was warm inside. I'm God, he wrote, but I don't believe in myself. He pressed the butt of the pen to his lip and contemplated the line he had just written. He crossed it out. No. That wasn't it. He drummed on the counter tops, looking up from his book and out, over the store. There were two other baristas on duty, but they had left post and were sitting at the tables near the glass case. Business in the bookstore seemed pretty slow as well. There were only a few people browsing through the shelves. At least, that he could see, and he hadn't heard the telltale bell tole that rang every time someone opened the doors in a while. Yeah, business was slow that morning. AJ tightened his apron, and drew small circles in the margins of his notebook. He wrote the line again, and added, just another poet without a pen, and tapped his pen on the paper again. He did have a pen, obviously it wasn't meant to be taken literally. He kept writing, everything that came to mind. When he was done, he would erase the parts that didn't sound write. Or scratch them out, whatever. Reword it. Reshape it. The door bell sounded as someone entered the store, but he didn't look up from his paper. If someone walked over, he probably wouldn't notice them, but he figured, one of the other baristas would take care of it. "Hey. AJ. Pay attention," one of the girls called out, "what are you even doing?" AJ glanced up, slightly dazed. Someone was standing in front of him, a woman in her mid-twenties, trying to get her morning coffee. She looked as if she'd been standing there for hours, but AJ was sure it had only been a matter of seconds. And she hadn't even bothered to get his attention. He grinned sheepishly at her. "Sorry, ma'am. Trying to become the next Stephen King,

[/color]" he apologized, closing his book with his pen resting in it, and shoving it into his pants pocket under his apron, "How can I help you?[/color]" She looked unamused. In fact, now she looked even more like she had been standing there for hours. With every second that ticked by, she looked more and more irritated with him. But she didn't speak. She clenched her fists and ground her teeth, but she didn't say anything along the lines, "I'd like a venti caramel latte, hold the whipped cream," she just stayed quiet. And seethed. AJ chewed on his lip.
"You could," she started, "start by not ignoring your customers." She slammed her hands on the counter and clutched the corners.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been standing here?!" she screeched it, and AJ felt a smirk playing at his lips. It hadn't even been two minutes.
"'bout a minute and thirty seconds or so,[/color]" he responded calmly, "why?[/color]" She inhaled sharply, and her nostrils flared. She opened her mouth to retort, but all that came out was a quiet frustrated groan.
"Just get me some damn coffee, a venti Caffè Misto, I don't even care." AJ grinned again. He knew that feeling all too well. As a person who needed coffee to functional as a normal, friendly member of society, he fully understood. He fixed her café au lait, topping it off with a flower design in steamed milk. Not that she'd be able to see it. Once she'd sat at the table with her cup of misto, he pulled his book from his pocket, and set out to write in it once again.
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[Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron]

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[aj]

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[/color]" AJ mumbled, his voice cracking a little. He cleared his throat and repeated himself a little louder, "G'morning.[/color]" Sometimes when he stayed quiet for a time, his voice seemed strained when he spoke again. "Sorry to interrupt," for some reason this made AJ feel a little bad. He shouldn't be writing on the job, so technically, he hadn't interrupted him at all. When he finished speaking, AJ turned, keeping one ear open, since the guy seemed pretty talkative, to get him a latte. He didn't say a size, and AJ was about to turn and ask which size he wanted when he started talking again. "What are you writing anyway?" He went on about his notebook, talked about his comics. That was interesting, AJ thought. He didn't many people who wrote comics.
"Sometimes I like to just write nothing in particular. Gets my creative juices running,[/color]" he answered. He'd almost said that it gets his creative cum leaking, but it didn't seem the proper response, especially in a work environment. At least Van didn't seem like the kind of guy who would get his panties all in a bunch over a little joke like that. It'd happened before. People were grouchy in the morning, before they'd had their coffee. AJ dealt with it a lot. It was nice to have someone who didn't seem two steps away from ripping his hair out. He got his customer, who had just introduced himself as Vanyel, a grande caffe latte, and slid it over the counter to him.
"AJ, I'm AJ,[/color]" he introduced himself, seeming a little bit disoriented. He was disoriented. He felt like he was in about ten places at once, and he wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps it was just because he was baffled by how friendly this guy was. If he was flirting at all, it'd gone right over AJ's head. The boy popped the register open and put the cash in, then handed him his change back. A penny slipped from his fingers.
"Shit, sorry,[/color]" he mumbled as he scrambled to pick it up.
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[Vanyel Tieran Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/StormClouds2.jpg); padding-bottom: 20px;] ready, set, go! to young to live a lie, look into my eyes. back to zero, your time's about to come. let them know you're not just anyone. Storm smiled again at the other male as he returned his good morning and had to wonder just how many smiles that he got in this line of work. Most people who needed coffee in the morning were not exactly the friendliest of people. He tilted his head slightly as the other's voice cracked before he cleared his throat and spoke again. "Maybe I should give you some extra cash so you can get yourself a drink too... doesn't seem like you're getting much use out of your throat through talking, gotta keep it active another way," he stated with a smile. There was something different about the boy in front of him. He had an almost feminine quality to him, though that could just be an asian thing, the other asians he'd seen around the school had the same kind of fem look to them. He thought it was attractive. He wondered if this boy here were more like him. Was he interested in boys? Not that he would stop his nature even if he wasn't. He could tell though that he'd made the other feel a little guilty by the way he looked after he'd said that he was sorry to interupt. "Oh hey, I didn't mean anything by that, you know... you just looked like you were so intent and I didn't want you to think I was some kind of creeper reading over your shoulder if I just continued to stand here..." he apologized a little sheepishly. He hated interupting people who were on a creative roll, cause he knew that he himself was so ADD sometimes that he'd completely lose track of all his thought processes and he got irritable. He smiled at the other male to reassure that he meant what he'd said. When he stated that he was just writing nothing to get his juices flowing, he nodded. "That's always good to do. I usually just sketch things and then a story just pops into my head while I'm drawing... and so yeah... then I just run with it..." Of course, his comics weren't something he generally shared with anyone else, he kept them locked up. Well... he had. Now he only had an empty sketchbook. God, his grandparents were probably gonna find his comics and think he was a complete lunatic... he cringed at that realization. Now that he wasn't there to keep things hidden... they'd find out everything that had gone on inside his head. His doubts, his fears... god, why had he kept a journal again? He reached out, taking his coffee and relishing the warmth that spread into his fingertips. "Ahhh, perfection," he stated simply as he pulled the cup against his chest to better utilize the warmth. He grinned as the other gave his name. "Nice," he said, offering his hand to the other male. "Been here long? Just got here a couple days ago myself, I guess..." he stated, wincing a bit. How awkward was that? He leaned against the counter at this point, tilting his head slightly as he finally raised the cup to his lips to take a drink. "When do you get off anyway? I don't have many friends here... so maybe you and I could get lunch or something?" he offered as he held out his hand to receive his change and then the other male was scrambling for the penny. "Dude, chill out, its just a penny," he stated with a faint laugh. "It's all good, really." || words: 637 || tag: aj || outfit: here || notes: lets pretend that wordcount is better shall we? ||

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