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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 6, 2008 15:47:41 GMT
As it was the evening, it was the usual time for Tamika to become more bored than she had known humanly possible. Homework was done, laptop was (once again) on the blink, and if she read one more bridal magazine it was a sure fact she would either implode or combust. So here she was, sitting in the coffee shop, drawing koi fish and drinking her own bodyweight in orange mocha frappuccinos. There weren't many people in, which surprised her. She had asked Joshua to join her, but he was preparing for a trip to France to visit his friend Thomas. With her koi fish failing on an epic scale, Tamika thought a good game of people-watching would be fun. It wasn't. In fact, it was suicide inducing. Although, after a moment or two, she did spot someone she knew.
It's guitar lad! Ack, what's his name...
She began to hum The Beverley Hillbillies theme, as she knew she had the same name as a character. Which one though, was beyond her.
"Jethro!" She said that big bit too loudly a couple of minutes later when she remembered his name. He looked up in her direction.
Bugger...
Tamika quickly went back to shading her koi fish tail and sipping her drink, hoping to God she looked normal enough that he hadn't realised it was her.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 10, 2008 21:40:06 GMT
He decided he liked this place. It was peaceful.
He drank the rest of his coffee and continued writing down notes on his page. They went anywhere randomly until he could actually decide on what the tune should be like.
He sighed. He loved to compose and play music.
"Jethro!" a voice suddenly shot up out of no where.
His head flashed up to where the voice had come from. It was obvious who had shouted it, even though she had her head down trying not to look suspicious. She was doing an alright job of it but there were too many heads turned in her direction for her to remain inconspicuous.
He smiled and laughed under his breath. He decided to stay were he was and stay not noticing or caring. Something which he was nearly and expert at.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 10, 2008 22:37:14 GMT
Tamika's eyes darted up after a few seconds, it was now she noticed that half the people in the shop were looking at her.
Oh knickers...
She shot a glance over at Jethro again, he was smiling, which she assumed meant he knew that it was her who was suffering from involuntery shouting. Since he was looking away, she decided it was safe to look up and finally let the koi die. With a big, over-dramatic sigh, she tore the page and folded it in quarters, setting it into her satchel. Lifting her knee's up to her chest, Tamika rested her chin on one of the caps and began thinking. Mainly about what Joselie would say about her engagement, and about pin ups, oddly. Whilst thinking, she was absent mindedly sketching Jet. For some odd reason, he had subconsciously become her main point of attention. It took her a couple of minutes to finish. When she had, she signed the corner in her scribbly joint writing and rose with the drawing and her mug.
First Tamika went to the counter, ordering yet another frappuccino as she enjoyed the coffee buzz so since she had started drinking it. Whilst the drink was being made, she approached Jethro's table. She tapped him on the shoulder.
"Uh, hi Jet. Apologies for the random shouting of your name earlier. And, uh, I hope this doesn't seem weird, but I may have drew you without realising and I don't really have need for it since my portfolio is full so, random present," she smiled, setting the drawing on a clear part of his table.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 13, 2008 15:31:43 GMT
Jet kept his head down. But his eyes had caught the girls eyes moving back to her picture after glancing at him.
She was embarrassed. It was amusing.
He was going to order another coffee but decided against it. He needed to sleep. He hadn't got much in the last week or two and it was starting to take affect. Kira would probably give him a reprimand if he paid little or no attention at all as to what they would be spying on.
And he would be killed or badly maimed if he fell asleep on a stake out.
He was vaguely aware of a movement in front of him until the shadow fell across the book he was reading and blocking his light. He was about to look up and tell the person to shove of when they spoke first.
"Uh, hi Jet. Apologies for the random shouting of your name earlier. And, uh, I hope this doesn't seem weird, but I may have drew you without realising and I don't really have need for it since my portfolio is full so, random present," she smiled, setting the drawing on a clear part of his table.
Tamika was good at art. Very good at it.
"Uh..." what was he supposed to say? "Thanks,"
She turned to leave but Jet stopped her mid step.
"Would you care to join?" he asked looking at the seat across from him.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 13, 2008 17:07:14 GMT
Tamika stood awkwardly for a moment. She knew this boy to be quite... Anti-social, shall we say? "Um, sure," she replied, giving a small smile. She set down her sketchpad at the opposite seat. "Want a drink or anything?" She asked, noticing her coffee sitting near the till.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 13, 2008 17:35:18 GMT
Hesitation on her part.
"Um, sure," she said quietly.
He really ahd to stop being so anti social.
She offered to buy him another drink..why to put temptation in his way. He sighed heavily.
"No, thank you," he frowned. He really wanted another one.
"You go ahead and get your though," he smiled and gestured for her to go and get her pre ordered drink.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 13, 2008 17:47:21 GMT
Tamika went over and got her drink. Walking back to the table she chanted over and over in her head 'Don't trip, don't spill, for God's sake don't...'
Huh?
'Oh, hey Jose, sorry I was thinking to myself'.
Carrying a drink? Joselie laughed.
'Yeah, sorry to bother you'.
No worries, sweetheart.
Tamika sat down at the table with a silly grin on her face. For some reason Josie's laugh always made her smile, which was sometimes quite odd, sometimes quite nice.
"So, have a nice summer?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 13, 2008 17:58:38 GMT
As Tamika walked back she was concentating very hard on something, her lips movign slightly then all of a sudden she stopped and about twenty seconds later a smile appeared.
"So, have a nice summer?"
"It wasn't too bad. Could've been better," he smiled and then returned her question, "You?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 13, 2008 18:02:24 GMT
As Jet replied, Tamika pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on a cap again, repeating the action she had done when sitting at the table on her own.
"It wasn't too bad. Could've been better. You?" Jet smiled.
"Wasn't the greatest of summers, quite... Eventful though," she replied, taking another sip of her coffee.
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 13, 2008 20:17:03 GMT
"Hmm." he did not push the subject any further. It was her business not his.
"So what powers do you have?" he asked as soon as it came into his head.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 14, 2008 9:40:15 GMT
Although so tempted to do an overdramatic big-eyes-'I can see dead people', Tamika didn't. She shot a small flame from her hand, "Fire, the shining and I'm a psychic medium."
She shook the flame out and looked down. She had melted her engagement ring. It made her giggle slightly, but sense quickly set in. Oh bugger.
After forgetting she had company for a few seconds she looked up. "What're yours?"
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 14, 2008 20:48:14 GMT
"Invisibility, super speed and earth. So you have the Shining, that's cool." Jet nodded.
What a rare gift to have...not many people have or know what that gift is...
"So where are you from? Your accent stands out quite well. It's nice,"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 15, 2008 14:58:10 GMT
"Yeah, it's a bit of a bugger though since it's a rare'un," she sighed. She hated only being able to talk to Josie. The last time she attempted to communicate with someone else she got some mexican kid called Pedro...
She blushed a little at what Jet said about her accent, even though it wasn't really blush-worthy. Usually people said her accent was very harsh or some rubbish like that...
"It's a mixture of Yekaterinburg and Moscow. Being unspecific though, Russia."
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Post by Jethro Foster on Oct 15, 2008 15:39:56 GMT
He chuckled.
"Ah, I went to Russia once. I liked it," apart from the fact he understood nothing of what the natives said to him.
"Have you been to anywhere in America?" he asked her, trying to keep the conversation going.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 15, 2008 15:43:04 GMT
Tamika's attention perked up. Possibly because Jet had actually been to Russia, possibly the coffee kick, she wasn't sure yet. "Really? What part did you go to?
Taking another gulp of her drink, she answered his question, "Nah, could never really afford to go anywhere outside Europe..."
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