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Post by willhem ely trumper on Mar 13, 2011 14:36:09 GMT -10
 Nothing about Willhem was typical, then again there really wasn't a typical around here, because everyone had their own artistic flare, he didn't feel as if he stood out anymore, no... it was a crazy mix. He liked coming here though.. The Digital Bean, Willhem had laughed a little when he caught the name of it, but the name didn't matter anymore, it was just as quirky as the people who came here... to the entire island. Besides they had the best coffee, in his opinion, at least. But see it was also about know what you wanted, and Willhem definitely knew what he wanted with coffee.
Large espresso, double shot, no milk just a blob of whipped cream and it was perfect. He grabbed a couple packets of their preferred fake sugar and headed to the front of the place, settling into one of the outside tables, pulling out his cigarettes and pulling the ashtray closer, getting settled.
By the time his coffee arrived, Willhem was working on a small stack of pages with his nearly too short pencil, double checking his composition, it didn't feel right yet, it never did though. His long finger tapped at the paper and he sighed, seeming agitated for a moment before he put the pencil down and picked up the steaming hot coffee, taking a sip out of it, being careful not to get cream on his face. It burnt at his mouth but he didn't mind because he liked it that way. Putting it back down, he picked the pencil back up and crossed his long legs as he scanned the page again, trying to find what he wasn't liking.
It still felt too flat, in fact it seemed that his muse was pushing him more towards his electric violin rather than keeping to the classical like he'd had planned.
Go figure.
"Damn," he mumbled, and frowned just a little, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and sighing. It meant that there would be nothing he could do until he had a time and place to practice, luckily it seemed as though his dorm mate didn't spend a lot of time inside so he had their room to practice if it really came down to it. Just as long as he didn't do it at night. He finally gathered the papers and slipped them down into his bag, leaning into the chair and relaxing, staring down into his cup of coffee when he was knocked from behind, almost spilling the entirety of the contents onto his pants.
...almost.
Wordcount: 425
mood: Antsy.
notes: Feel free to be the person who knocked him or anything else for that matter, take it to the wind ;3
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Post by aspen magnolia martinelli on Mar 13, 2011 22:42:54 GMT -10
 after spending about an hour in the park taking pictures of children picking their boogers and wiping it on swingset chains and her peers swing off ropes into the watering hole, aspen martinelli knew some kind of treat was in her future. she walked out of the park, passing by a child learning to ride a bike for his first time on her way into town. knowing something from the digital bean would relax her soul and put it at ease, aspen spent her walk clinging to her camera strap, which was strung around her neck, thinking of what she would get at the digital bean that day.
as she approached the shop, aspen passed a familiar-looking face playing for tips on the side of the café. she let one of her backpack straps swing off of her shoulder, and dug into her front pocket for her hot pink corduroy wallet that her boyfriend, kenan, had gotten her for her birthday last summer. she unzipped the coin purse, throwing all the coins she had into the guy's guitar case. feeling fulfilled, like she had done her good deed of the day, aspen mentally patted herself on the back as she zipped up her coin purse and tossed it back into the front pocket of her purple bag.
aspen leaned against the door of the coffee shop, pushing it open, taking no notice, nor opinion, to the bell that rang as she entered. she walked up the empty line, and greeted the boy at the cash register with a smile. "allo, could i have a large blended caramel latte, please?" she requested with a happy "pep" in her voice. the boy asked her name, to which she answered "marla singer." aspen had a habit of never ordering a cup of coffee or tea with her name on it. the boy took no notice of it, and scribbled her name down onto the cup. when she paid for the drink, aspen was surprised to get a whiff of the bud leaf she had hiding in the front pocket of her backpack. she acted naturally, handing him the money to pay and watching for any signs of disapproval. still, the boy also didn't seem to notice that – or, he didn't care.
within minutes, aspen had a cold drink in her hands with the name marla singer scribbled on its side. she happily sipped the drink from its straw, pulling open the door and embracing the cool, ehu island breeze. aspen closed her eyes for a brief moment, inhaling the fresh air, and opened them again as she exhaled. she sipped her coffee, tripping over someone's backpack and practically landing on a person at a different table. "fuuuck," she cursed out loud. "i'm so god damn sorry. shit. that looks hot. nothing like, spilled onto your crotch or anything, right? fuck, i'm really sorry, man. i'm a fucking klutz, apparently."
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Post by willhem ely trumper on Mar 15, 2011 9:46:56 GMT -10
Chuckling softly, Willhem reached out and steadied her on her feet a little before shaking his head and putting it down onto the table so he wouldn't spill it on himself, because it would be extremely hot with the fact that there was no cool water or milk cooling it down just that much. Slowly packing up the pile of sheet music and making it just a single pile, using his ipod to hold them down, Willhem, shifted his bag to under the table more, feeling guilty. Eying the newcomer up, Willhem smiled a little before shrugging a slender shoulder. "Don't worry about it, no harm done," he reassured her, his long fingers tapping on the table in a low, quiet beat.
"I'm Willhem, but mostly my family call me Boo or Bill (saying the B more like V with his thick German accent)," he stood, towering above the girl at six foot two, and held out a slender hand, feeling friendly enough to at least introduce himself. "You're okay aren't you?" he asked, ducking his head slightly to meet her eyes. She was rather cute to be honest, someone both him and his twin would have gone for before Tomas had died. He found himself rather rudely looking her over anyway and then he realized what he was doing and glanced to the side for a moment, breaking his eye contact before meeting her eyes again, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
He was pretty unsure why he was going out of his way to introduce himself and make sure she was alright, normally he kept to himself and he'd managed to up until now, it was getting harder and harder to be on his own. He realized that being alone wasn't as fun when you were doing it on your own... so Used to being just with his brother for all those years and as much as he wanted to push everyone away from him...
...he was so sick of being on his own ALL the time. Maybe it would be okay if he just opened up a little.
Maybe.
Wordcount: 320
mood: Unsure.
notes: ♥
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Post by aspen magnolia martinelli on Mar 15, 2011 13:17:46 GMT -10
aspen exhaled when she saw that nothing was stained and no crotches were burnt. and thank god whoever she had just practically landed on was very lax about it. aspen remembered going out to dinner with her mother, who was very upset and almost complained to management when a waiter accidentally bumped his elbow on her head. she was quite rude about it, and aspen had anticipated something similar just now. when the boy stood up, aspen couldn't help but raise her eyebrows from surprise. he hadn't looked so tall sitting down, but standing up the boy was probably a foot taller than she! aspen shook his hand, admiring his thick foreign accent. to be honest, she couldn't quite piece was it was. "well, nice to meet you, voo!" she was tempted to make a joke about his height, but refrained since he had probably heard them all. after all, aspen had heard all sorts of short jokes. "and i'm aspen. like the tree." at her old boarding school, aspen had acquired the nickname "tree" that partially made fun of her name and partially made fun of her height. luckily, no one at bouscher had caught onto that.
"yes, oh, yes! i'm totally fine. god, i was so scared i knocked over your coffee cup or something. i'm just glad you're not ripping my head apart right now." she admitted, looking down as she tucked her curly, untamed hair behind her ear.
and since they were standing there, aspen might as well prompt conversation. she didn't want to be the rude bitch who bumps into someone, introduces herself, and immediately walks off. she didn't have anything better to do anyway, considering she had just finished her photography assignment for the day. "so, what brings you to the digital bean?" she asked as she looked back up, and immediately realized what a stupid question that really was. "god, well, you don't have to answer that," aspen practically spat out. "i guess i want to ask what you're doing here, or something." she laughed with a very slow, awkward "ha ha ha."
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