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Post by donny on Dec 3, 2010 15:24:33 GMT -5
The weather had taken a turn for the worst and by the time Donny made it inside the small café he was covered in snow. The snow hadn’t started when he had entered the parts shop earlier that day and it had showed no signs of heavy snow so Donny was surprised when he had exited the shop to a blizzard.
Donny brushed the snow off of his shoulders while making his way to a small table in one of the corners of the small café where he sat down and pulled out his laptop while waiting for on of the waiters to come and take his order.
Donny inserted the program he was working on into his laptop and while he was waiting for it to load he took a look around him. The café he was at wasn’t very large but it did have a homey feel and he guessed that it did fairly well for it was filled with quite a few local people.
After about a few minutes a waitress came and took his order. He ordered a hot chocolate and coffee cake and then turned to his laptop to see if his program had loaded waiting for his order and what other surprises today held for him.
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Post by chris on Dec 4, 2010 12:10:24 GMT -5
*Chris was on one of her usual walks when the chill in the air warned her. She had been in this place long enough to know when a storm was coming. Being to far from him she started towards a Cafe that she knew. It had some of the best things and it was all made fresh. She stopped in at least twice a week, every week. The blizard had been going for quite a while when she got inside. Her Uggs were nicely fit to her feet and leg, with skinny jeans that went into the top of the boot. She had a warm jacket that was also very fashionable. She removed the faux fur hood to revile her dark brown curly hair. It went to the middle of her back and it looked well taken care of. She went and sat on a seat fairly near a boy on a laptop. He looked about the age that she was...looking. As the weightress came to ask for her order she asked for the usual coffee with a chocolate cheese cake and pickles on the side. Pickles were her favorite food and she knew that they had them. They also knew that she always asked for them. As the woman left to give the sheaf the order Chris looked over at the boy.*
You look like your a computer programmer or something. What are you doing?
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Post by donny on Dec 4, 2010 13:10:44 GMT -5
Donny had been working on his computer program without interruption for about an hour. He had already finished off his own order awhile back and was now completely absorbed into what he was doing he didn’t notice the shifting crowed around him. Some of the people who were there when he first had gotten there had decided to brave the storm and left while several new people had just come in to escape the blizzard that was raging outside.
Donny was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t even notice when Chris entered the café, much less when she sat down beside him, and didn’t responded until she asked him her question. Donny startled to see someone near him looked first at the girl then at the clock that sat over the counter. An hour? He had really been there that long? He then turned his attention to the girl that sat beside him to answer her question.
“No I’m not a computer programmer I’m an inventor but most of what I invent run on computer programming so I have to know how to program to work my inventions. However if you want to call me a programmer that’s fine by me.” Donny then went back to his laptop and project. “As for what I’m working on. It’s a secret.”
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Post by chris on Dec 5, 2010 17:06:05 GMT -5
*Chris almost laughed by his reaction. She didn't mean to startle the poor boy but it wasn't good for people so young to be so wrapped up in their work. Kids were supposed to have fun. She smiled with his response. So young and already he sounds so confidant in what he does.*
Well secrets are fine. Just as long as it's nothing bad.
*She smiled at him, even though he would probably not look up at her. He was a mysterious boy, but she was quite different herself. Her order then came and she took a sip of the hot coffee. It was just perfect. This place was the only place that she could find this sort of perfect cup of coffee. She then grabbed a pickle slice and put it in her mouth. They were running out of pickles at the house she lived in, but that was mostly her fault.*
I'm Chris, short for Chrysanthemum. I know it's an odd name... *But it beat her actual name, by quite a long shot. Most people who had nicknames just got it off of their actual name, but how many good nick names could you make from Zoya?*
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Post by donny on Dec 5, 2010 21:50:06 GMT -5
Donny looked up from his computer and gave her a smile. “But that’s the fun part.” He was only partially kidding about that, though she wouldn’t know that. Half the things Donny created could be used for “evil” if they fell into the wrong hands. Although that was highly unlikely because everything he had invented was located at the mansion.
Donny watched as the waiter arrived with Chris’s order and sat it down in front of her. He then ordered himself another hot chocolate. Donny then turned his gaze to Chris just in time to watch her eat one of her pickles. He couldn’t help it, he cringe. Donny liked pickles, but combined with coffee and chocolate? No thank you, not for him.
Donny’s smile got slightly larger when she introduced herself. “Hey at least it’s not from the eighteenth century. My brother’s and I are all named after famous renaissance artists. Like Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello. You know those kinds of names.”
Donny then turned his attention to the window. The storm had died down since he had been in here, but it was still going hard. Donny let out a sigh. “Looks like I’m going to be here for a while. There’s no way I could make it to my hotel in this weather.”
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Post by chris on Dec 5, 2010 22:04:59 GMT -5
*After eating a few more pickles she turned her attention back to her cake. She ate it while the boy dazed off. Names were names. And he didn't give her his name...but that wasn't entirely expected. She quickly finished the cheese cake and continued to drink her coffee. Once that was gone she went back to her pickles.*
I could help. I've lived up here enough to know how to travel in this weather...fairly safely.
*She wasn't bound to tell him that she had been here for about fourteen years, he wouldn't get suspicious, but she if anything actually changed about that. To tell the truth she had only aged about seven years sinse she got here. She would just tell other natives that it was some miracle cream, or change regular hang out spots every few years.*
Where's the hotel your staying at?
*She was quite curious about this boy, and she wondered about his brothers, and if he was actually up here alone. True a seven year old girl moving up here alone wasn't exactly a usual thing. But she wasn't living alone anymore. She had the runaways, even though most of them were fairly young.*
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