Coffee Rush (Open)

[Sofie Lockwood]

The hustle and bustle during the lunch hour rush was certainly something familiar to Sofie's ears. She was fortunate to have such a strong ring of workers at the cafe, that the afternoon was running oh so perfectly. With the workers out front she was able to get some more orders in for supplies.

She was stood against the kitchen entrance which located at the side of the counter. With the phone neatly tucked at her ear she had her right hand against the receiver and her left hand out infront of her. Camille was sat on a stool at the counter, drawing away as she kicked her legs. The little blonde looked about 10-11 years old, but in reality..she was far older.

Sofie had taken Camille in some time ago and practically treated the young girl as if she was her own blood. She trawled her hand along the young girls blonde hair as she turned to face her. With a bright grin on her face, Sofie leaned forward to gaze upon the drawing as the young girl budged aside.

Upon seeing the image she furrowed her brows. Camille had a habbit of drawing some very disturbing images aswell as informing Sofie upon the horrific nightmares she induced every night. Nightime was a hard time in the household and an explanation as to why Camille always looked so tired, she hated to sleep.

Forcing a smile she watched as Camille turned back to continue with her doodles. Her picture illustrated some form of chaos befalling a series of people. Keeping the phone at her ear she spoke to the man on the other end.

Soon she was finished and hung up. Heading over to Camille she stroked her head again placing a light kiss upon the top "Why dont you go take a seat at one of the tables. I'll bring you a milkshake over" Sofie suggested in a soft tone. The young girl simply nodded and was on her way.

Sighing Sofie hastily made her way around the tables and began cleaning,gathering cups all ready for the next customers. Trips back and forth from the kitchen Sofie came to an occupied table and spoke up "Hi" she smiled then nodded toward the empty coffee mug "Can i get you another?" asked Sofie. She loved this place. Though she was fairly shy at times, Sofie felt comfortable here running her own business. She also loved the fact that it being her own place she could keep her eyes on Camille, assure her safety all of the time.

[Jackson E. Crane]

It was afternoon in the city of San Francisco. A time where people bustle about in their lunch hour or hours as it may be. A handsome looking man walked around the city streets, dressed in a dark colored sports jacket, pants and white shirt. He was nothing out of the ordinary except for the tired look in the man's face. He was oh so weary because the night before he had not slept at all due to some rather... unfortunate business. The man shook his head trying to dislodge the memory he had of the previous night, and failed to his dismay. He sighed. Sometimes he wished things would go a little smoother, but what can he do? He was only one person after all. Again the man shook his head, this time in resignation.

The man lifted his head up and scanned his surroundings, looking for a place where he could rest for a bit and grab a bite to eat. There were many places that caught his attention but there was one in particular that really appealed to him. He stood still and blinked a few times; there was such an attraction to the cafe that he spotted and he did not know why. Maybe someone was pulling his strings... Or maybe he was just losing it due to his tired and weary state. Nonetheless, he would not know if he did not set foot in the establishment.

With a quick stride, the weary looking man made his way to the cafe that had caught his eye, wondering just what it was that attracted him to the place. When he took a step into the place and paused to look at the surroundings, he was not surprised to see that it as busy as it can be. ”Must be busy due to the lunch rush hours...” muttered the man with a smirk. It was then that the sight of a young girl caught his eyes. She was doodling, drawing and seemingly along. He wondered whose child it was...

The man casually took his steps as he walked up behind the the girl, peering over her shoulder and taking a glimpse of what she drawing. The sight that greeted him made his eyebrow rise, he wondered just what the child had gone through to draw a scene like that. The man shook his head and made his way around the table and sat opposite of the girl, slowly, calmly and quietly. He rested his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers, clasping his hands before resting his chin on top of them and gazed at the child through his gray orbs.

[Sofie Lockwood]

Sofie stood at the occupied table. There was an elder man seated with a new paper and his laptop. He looked like he was dressed for business. You know the types. If anything he looked like a teacher. She'd based that presumption on the simple fact he reminded her of her old teacher. Short hair, a little more short on top..in the less flattering form (due to stress or maybe old age?). Glasses and the classic brown jacket with the leather elbow pads. She couldn't help but smile at the cliche look. It seemed to be the classic uncool teacher attire. That was if he was a teacher in fact. But, Sofie wasn't one to pry.

The man smiled at her pleasantries and opted for another coffee. A simple nod she lifted the empty cup and flashed another friendly smile before heading on her way. Turning on her heel she set to head toward the kitchen but something caught her eye. That friendly smile faded into a cautious look.

There was a man. A very tall, well built, fair haired man snooping around Camille. Sofie observed quietly as the man gazed over Camille's shoulder. Ever since Camille had come into her life, Sofie had began to realize just why people were so protective over there children. Camille was like her own child. Sometimes felt like wrapping her up in cotton wool and keeping her from the outside world, just to prevent harm.

Sofie kept her cautious gaze on the man as he began to move from Camille and to the table away from Camille. Yet full view of where she herself was seated. The distance between them had grown now but the fact he was still watching the young blonde continued to keep her unsettled.

Taking the cup in hand she began to head toward the kitchen. Her pathway leading right passed Camille's table.

Though the man would prove to turn out to likely be harmless. It still caused Sofie to be wary. She had learned from her time with Camille that people seemed to be taken aback by the young girl, as if they could sense that there was something 'different' about her, something other worldly.

Camille continued to sit in the seat doodling away. Sofie approached and noted that the picture was getting more sadistic with every pencil movement. Sighing she placed the cup down on the table and bent down beside her. Lifting her hand she placed it lightly down onto the drawing and lifted her gaze up to meet Camille's.

The young girl had such beautiful soft features. Her eyes were a light grey in color with a darkened blue outline around the iris. Camille's hair was a very light shade of blonde, almost white one could say. The girls skin was ever so pale but prior to the sleep deprivation had always illuminated a healthy glow to her. But, constantly being tired really had played its part against her.

"Are you hungry yet?" Sofie asked. Lately she got the same response, she didn't say anything, just a light nod of the head to answer. With a smile she arose to her feet again once lifting the menu from the table. Turning she handed it to Camille "You can have anything you want.." stated Sofie softly. She kept her gaze on Camille trying to read her expression but it was so difficult. It was as if she was a blank canvas,no emotion on her face what so ever today. The girl wasn't always so gloomy.

Sofie moved the drawings to the pouch in her apron. She didn't wish for Camille to draw any more necessary attention to herself, clearly this man had seen her pictures. He would likely think nothing of it, but Sofie knew the true meaning behind it all. Past events that the young girl had seen and the events that she foresaw in her dreams. Even as sadistic as the pictures were and disturbing that such a young child could conjure up such things. She had to pay attention. They were sometimes messages in the form of illustrations.

Stroking her head again she smiled down at her "When you figure out what you want. i will get Trevor to come on over. Okay?" she tilted her head with the questioning. Camille nodded and lifted her head up to look at her "Okay" she answered softly. Hearing her actually speak made Sofie's grin broaden, that was better.

Lifting the cup from the table she moved across the floor and back to the counter "Trevor. Camille's gonna order soon, so could you make sure you go over to her.." asked Sofie politely as she handed the young man the cup. She went to the coffee machine to fix the previous guys order. Sofie casually circulated the floor. Moving to the 'teacher' she placed his fresh coffee upon the table before attending to the rest of the tables. She didnt wish to seem obvious but was definitely intent on going over to this watching man.

Forcing a smile she reached his table and stopped at the side. Looking down at him she observed his face, he didn't look like a crazy person..but these days, could you really tell what somebody was just by looking at the outside alone?

"Are you ready to order?" she questioned with her deep brown gaze upon him. Her tone was soft and friendly though her intentions were a little jaded at the time. She half wanted to badger him. Why was he watching Camille and what did he actually see? or rather think in regards to them drawings. She was a bag of nerves when it came to the young girl. For many reasons a lot of 'people' appeared to be intent on getting ahold of her. Trust was a big issue for Sofie nowadays as she never knew who was out to get them.

[Daniel Sheridan]

A dry and husky moan escaped the poor fellow's lips as the final few trails of green mist slipped from his mouth into that of the man he was kissing. His skin had long since dried out, his body aging rapidly as if the very years of his life were being sucked away. The unfortunate guy must have been in pain of some sort, and as the pajama pants he'd worn before this miserable happening fell from dessicated hips, he lost the strength to stand. The man kissing the soon-to-be corpse gripped his arms, holding the unfortunate man's body aloft.

The hands let go, the body dropped. Inhumanly thin and dry, the body was lifeless now, sprawled in death across an unmade bed. The final strips of verdant mist crept from the body, pooling around the legs of the living man before crawling up his body and into his mouth. His eyes closed in rapture, his bare chest expanding in a deep breath. Life, stolen, coursed through him and he felt rejuvenated. Though clad only in boxers, he was warm, despite not having slept, energized.

His name was Daniel Sheridan and a small chuckle bubbled up from his throat as he unceremoniously shoved the body aside to get at his jeans on which the dead fellow had so discourteously fallen. The corpse clattered to the carpeted floor and Daniel slipped on the jeans, buckling them to his waist. A small, cheerful song was on his lips in the form of a hum. He stepped gingerly over the body to retrieve his shirt from the other side of the bed, a white, long-sleeved shirt that remained unbuttoned after he put it on.

As he slipped on his socks and shoes, Daniel cast the corpse a contemplative glance. Was he considering the consequences of his actions? The meaning of what he'd just done?

Of course not. He couldn't remember the damned guy's name. Daniel frowned. He enjoyed keeping a mental list of his "donations" and to have someone missing from that list was simply unacceptable. His eyes roved around the man's former apartment, looking for clues. The two of them had met the night prior, at one of Daniel's small performances. As soon as the Siren had opened his mouth, the man was enthralled and Daniel knew right then who would be fed on.

Matthew. Matthew Harrison. That was his name.

Matthew was a controlling sort, and so Daniel allowed him to believe that it was he who was charming the Siren. Blushed in all the right places, laughed and averted his gaze at the proper times, Daniel was a master of the art of bullshitting. Granted, a hypnotic voice certainly helped, but his aptitude for deception was considerable. Matthew had taken Daniel home, which was quite fortunate, since Daniel himself didn't actually own any sort of residence, and after a night of feigned passion on the Siren's part, Matthew was now a dried-out husk.

The door to Matthew's apartment building swung shut behind Daniel. He fiddled the sleeves of his shirt, having since buttoned the chest bit to cover his chest and still allow his silver necklace to be seen. It would take some time for the body to begin smelling, and by that point, Daniel would be long gone. His green eyes glittered mischievously in the afternoon sun and he ran a hand through his brown hair as he surveyed the area around him. What does a man with all the time in the world do for fun?

Hell, even Daniel didn't know for sure. He did whatever he damn well pleased. And from what he could see, there was a coffee shop just down the way, and the smell of it was always so alluring. His fingers scratched the skin beneath his goatee before finding refuge in his pockets as he walked down the road, heading towards the coffee joint, still humming. Java would add a nice finishing touch to the sensation of new life in his veins.

[NPC]

A long blonde pony tail flipped about in haste as the owner pivoted uncertainly on the spot attempting to multitask, however, not quite completing each movement properly. Young, petite and blonde the clueless waitress buzzed around as if completely lost and disorientated – it was a coffee shop, not a whole new planet but the blonde Katelyn hadn’t quite come to that realization as of yet. Plates in one hand, coffee in the other she roamed around narrowly escaping the path of a customer, almost dropped food in someone’s lap and to top of her fortune only just noticed an innocent bystander before they were comatose by a drastic coffee pot knock to the head. All was going well in Kate’s life today, so far so good, and honestly no one being hurt by this point was most definitely an optimistic observation.

New to the shop the blonde should have come with a warning sign, enthusiastic and bubbly she was sure but then she was also drifting off to dream worlds, paid little observation to the cafe or anything else in the surrounding area for that matter, forgot that customers came first and was the clumsiest person you ever could meet. If someone was going to suffer from misfortune it would always be Katelyn – every time.

Today was no different from any other day. Cleaning some tables she’d taken longer than necessary at her job due to her eyes glazing over as she polished a hole into the table before her but nonetheless she was in as smiley a mood as ever. Satisfied with her work after some time she stood up holding her cleaning fluid bottle in one hand and lifting her tea towel up with the other, flicking it across her shoulder hitting someone behind her, “Oh my god, I’m sooo sorry!” she exclaimed as she spun around only in the process her spray bottle swung around in her hand hitting the first young gentleman that came walking through the door.

“Oooh!” she squealed in utter panic, disbelief and shock completely overcome by every startled emotion possible because Jo just couldn’t seem to keep herself together when something went array. Turning in her far from focused state she pulled the trigger of her bottle spraying fluid in the man’s face. Her own complexion turned pale and her eyes opened wide. “oops” she voiced in a screetch louder than the whisper she’d intended. Taking her dry towel she began dabbing at his face apologizing so quickly that in her high pitched voice it was it was nmore of an irritating noice than any words being formed, “I’m so so so sorry I didn’t mean to oooooh....” she finally inhaled as she watched the injured customer biting her bottom lip...”I’m in so much new....I mean I’m in so much trouble...I’m new...I’m Kate...” she looked at the stranger sheepishly with an unmoving expression on her young and innocent looking face.

[Cara Atwood]

As they pull up Cara sniffs the air, she wishes she could smell her too but so far she hasn't even caught a whiff. "How close?" she asks Christian, the closer she was the closer they were to ending all this. This vendetta had been going on for too long and she would love to kill her so she could live the rest of her life in peace...uh well not as in alive technically of course.

Her attentions diverted when she smells coffee, she turns to look at the coffee shop, seeing the door open as a group of people walk out. It smells divine, she could really do with a cup or two right now. The humans weren't distracting her at all now she'd already eaten.

She unclips her seatbelt and reaches out for the door handle. Just before she opens the door she pauses and glances back at Christian "Do we have time...or..?" she asks hoping he says they do.

[Christian Wykham]

"Not close enough," Chris mutters from behind her, stepping up to the front of the coffee shop too. "She's in the city, but nowhere near us. It's gonna be a long hunt..."

He chuckles softly as she just about pleads with him about the coffee. "You and your coffee," he laughs, shaking his head at her. "Yeah ok," he says, pushing the door open, walking in ahead of her. He would do the gentlemanly thing and hold it open for her, but he'd rather make sure it was safe first.

The place is pretty busy, definitely rush hour. There aren't many table available either... "We'll have to go with take-away though," he adds, motioning to all of the people in there. Thank God they just fed! He can still smell them though, the enticing aroma assailing his senses all at once. So many delicious humans...

He shakes his head to clear it. Damn it! He hates it when his more animalistic urges take over! He strides forward to two of the last remaining seats at the counter, sliding onto one, slowly checking out the room surrepticiously...

[Cara Atwood]

Cara laughs following him into the diner, "Yeah yeah I know, it's my weakness" she admits sheepishly. She inhales deeply, catching the scent of a dozen people mingled with the scent of coffee.

She leans over to whisper in CJ's ear as he takes a seat, "Mmmm what a combination humans and coffee, lucky I'm not hungry because this place would be way too hard to resist" It would be her idea of heaven, she'd get both her fixes in one easy bite. She moves away from him and settles in the stool next to him instead.

As the waitress walks over she grins excitedly, "Can I get a Xlarge cap to go please" she says, hoping that would last her for at least a few hours. After ordering she lets her eyes wander around the room.

[Christian Wykham]

"Yeah, I have to agree with you there," CJ nods back at her, glancing around them again. "People all hyped up on caffeine are delicious... Their hearts just race, the sound is intoxicating!" He clears his throat after saying that and shakes his head, trying to clear it.

"Uh anyway," he mutters. "How long does it take for them to make a damn cup of coffee?" he asks quickly, glancing to the waitress as he says it. She bites her lip, quite insulted at his attitude, but heads off to quickly make it anyway.

CJ drums his fingers on the counter as he waits, just wanting to get out of here already!