coffee shop stop{open}, anyonee

[daisy elizabeth mayes !]

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well hey, hey baby it's never too late, pretty soon you
won't remember a thing. and i'll be distant as stars
reminiscing, your heart's been wasted on me.
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Daisy entered the small coffee house from the cold, icy world outside. Sighing quietly, she un-zipped her coat and walked up to the counter. Studying the 'specials' board quickly, she gave her order to the girl standing on the other side. "Can I have a hot chocolate please?" The girl nodded and went to get the drink. While Chelsey waited, her mind flitted from how life in the city was holding up for her... She almost didn't notice the worker pass Daisy her drink. She payed the girl and gave a quick thanks before turning round to find a seat.

She found a free couch near the window to sit at. She placed her cup on the nearby table and took of her coat, placing it next to her. She brought her legs up onto the chair, not really caring what the workers in the shop might think. After taking a quick sip of her drink, she rested her chin, and watched the busy street outside of the shop.

Whilst she watched, her mind flitted back to the last few years of her life. So much had changed, without much reason behind it all. Sam had left her and her family with as much as a goodbye. Just a note left on the kitchen table when Daisy had gone down to get her breakfast one Saturday morning. Daisy had been distraught, locking herself in her room with her mobile phone, leaving countless texts and voice mails on his phone. That was last year. One year on and she still hadn't found him. She hadn't given up yet, neither did she plan to until she'd found him. If not just for her, then for their parents, who were also worried sick about Sam.

Daisy's thoughts shifted slightly, from sadness to anger mixed with a little hysteria. This was so Sam. Leaving without any warning. When she did find him, she could almost imagine what he'd say. "Thought it might be fun..." Daisy shook her head, So Sam... She concluded in her mind.

Daisy reached forward to pick up her cup of hot chocolate, only pausing minutely when her hand made contact with the hot china and the images came flooding into her head. A middle aged woman had had a latte from this cup. She'd sat with her husband on the table near the door. Before that, a college student had ordered a coffee and sat in the seat opposite Daisy and had been on his laptop.

Daisy shook her head and sighed, she didn't need these visions right now. She was still worrying about her brother. Hopefully Daisy was getting pretty close to him, she'd been here 3 months now... Leaving all her friends and family back in England almost the same way Sam had left them. One difference: Daisy had told her parents before she left. To say that they had been upset would be an understatement, but Daisy could understand why. One of their children had already left, and now the next one wanted to do the same. Luckily, they'd let her go and she'd managed to get settled here.

Daisy didn't realize she was crying until she felt the tear roll down her cheek. Coming back to the real time, Daisy wiped her cheek with her sleeve, put her mug down and continued staring out of the window.

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[ophelia violet agostino !]

Violet’s keen green eyes surveyed the familiar scene in front of her – New York, just not as she knew it. The New York she knew was full of lies and conspiracies, hidden secrets by her parents and by herself, and yet here in the middle of the street, Violet felt... inconspicuous. It was nice to know that with the millions of people that flooded through the shops here wouldn’t give her a second glance, thinking of her as just another fashionista looking for a one-off piece to add to her collection, or failing that, a bargain-hunter. Ah well, hiders can’t be choosers. After all, Violet couldn’t care less about her appearance – unless it stood out in any way. Despite the fact that the case had been closed years ago – the murder of Andre D’Agostino had been solved years ago, blaming it on homicidal murderer Andrew Doyle, who had a knack of slaughtering people... through the chest. With a knife. The way Violet had forced her father to kill himself three years ago, although it seemed like yesterday. Even if the guy convicted was an utter psycho, he’d still been innocent in this case of affairs. And accidentally, Violet had made it all to easy to make him the prime suspect. Hell, she hadn’t even cleaned up after herself! She’d just run. Ran and ran some more as far away as she could from crappy old London – to New York originally, and then to Verona. An innocent man had gone to jail because of her. Oh God... thought Violet, her eyes welling up unwillingly. Violet bent down, her knees bent, as a wave of nausea had her retching up her guts into the gutter, leaving a delightful mess behind. Drying the tears off her face and the vomit off her trainers, Violet ran again, not wanting anyone to see her in such a state. She hadn’t wanted to draw attention to herself, and yet again, she’d managed it. Was attention just a stalker in disguise?

Violet sighed, and pulled herself into the nearest Costa Coffee to spruce up her image a little. Running straight into the toilets ignoring the evil looks coming from the barista, Violet slammed the door, locking it with her forearm, and leant against it, gasping for breath through hidden tears. Pulling her hair into a somewhat predictable position, Violet sighed and brushed the tears from her eyes, massaging her cheeks to give her some colour – she was naturally white, but after throwing up, she looked practically grey. Feeling ill again, Violet pushed the door open, and started to walk out the café, scowling appropriately at the barista, who was still giving her evils. To be quite honest, Violet was not in the mood. Sighing, Violet slung her bag over her shoulder and pushed her way through the queue of thirsty coffee-addicts blocking her way to the door, before a familiar face stopped her. It was a young face, surrounded by radiant blonde hair, and a face she’d longed to see for a long long time.

“Daisy?”

Daisy Lowes had been one of Violet’s best friends when she was living in England, but then she had to leave after the incident. It was a shame to leave her, but Violet couldn’t tell her the secret. If you’d just convicted a murder, would you be willing to share all of the grisly details? But maybe now... maybe now Violet could share her secret – after all, the only other person who half-knew was her maybe-boyfriend Marco, who had the most beautiful face in the whole entire world. But that was another subject entirely – Violet had to say hi to Daisy, just to see her reaction. Would she be mad and bitter after Violet had left after not saying goodbye? Would she be happy to see Violet? Violet watched out of the corner of her eye as a tear rolled down Daisy’s face, and Violet blinked, knowing exactly what she should do.

“Daisy? It’s me, Violet. Do you remember me? And... are you okay?” Violet was never one to beat about the bush. Instead of hovering, she sat down, uninvited, in the empty seat opposite Daisy. Her friend was sad, and it was Violet’s job to cheer her up.





TAGS ?! demi (:
WORD COUNT ?! seven four one
STATUS ?! complete
OUTFIT ?! purple abbey dawn tee, blue jeans, black bomber jacket, red and black checky vans
SOUNDTRACK ?! jizz in my pants (don't sue me, it makes me laugh XD) by the lonely island, hier kommt alex by die toten hosen
CREDIT ?! cat!
CAT SAYS ?! sorry, a tad short and crappy. so, how are you?

[daisy elizabeth mayes !]

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well hey, hey baby it's never too late, pretty soon you</span>
won't remember a thing. and i'll be distant as stars
reminiscing, your heart's been wasted on me.
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People staring, as fun as it was, didn't keep Daisy's mind too busy. Sure, it started off ok, noticing little things about every individual person, the exact colour of their hair, reasons behind who they were walking with, which were wearing jewelery and so on. But it wasn't long before she started relating it to people in her life. Her mum had the exact same colour hair as the young blond who was walking along the other side of the road. The tall dark haired boy wearing the Killer's tee-shirt would have gotten on with Sam well. Sam had gone to see the Killers with his mates from school a couple of months before he'd left. Stop it. She told herself. Hadn't she just been thinking about her family? And wasn't it that topic that had started her crying the first time?

“Daisy?” She heard a voice call out. Daisy didn't turn. Daisy was a common enough name for there to be maybe half a dozen in this café alone, especially as it was so crowded. And besides, if Daisy turned now, everyone would see her red eyes and would either ask what was wrong or start whispering about her, neither of which she wanted. Anyway, how would anyone in here know who she was? Granted, she'd been in the area a couple of months now as she was sure that it had some sort of hold on her. Sam had to be here somewhere. But still, a couple of months was not long enough for anyone to know who she was... Especially the way Daisy had been these last few months.

Another tear started to fall. With a small sigh, Daisy once again wiped it away with her sleeve. At this rate, her sleeve would be covered in tears, becoming a different colour to the rest of her top due to the moisture. She laughed quietly before she finally realised that the voice that had called out her name was actually calling to her.

One name. One name was all it took for Daisy's head to snap up in the direction of the voice, which was now closer than before. A lot closer. It wasn't the name that she thought would have given this sort of reaction in her, but she was suddenly glad that this person was here. "V-violet?" Daisy stammered in a whisper. Her head was swimming with past memories. Violet. As in Daisy's best friend when she lived in England. They'd been inseparable. Her parent's and brother used to joke about it all the time. Crap. Daisy thought, making the all too obvious connection between her best friend and her brother for the first time. They'd both left without an explanation. Except Daisy hadn't been looking for Violet. Last she heard, Violet was in Verona, back in Europe. Not here. Not in New York, in this café. Wow. If Daisy's head had been swimming before, it was definitely drowning now, and she couldn't do anything about it except let it run its course, which would probably be painful. It would bring up images and memories that Daisy had kept locked up for the past year. No, longer than that. Daisy amended. After all, Violet had left before her brother.

Daisy watched in silence as Violet went to sit down in the chair opposite herself. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. Great. Daisy thought to herself. The one time where speaking might actually be useful and she couldn't for the life of her make an audible sound - for humans anyway - to hear. Daisy persisted, trying her hardest to speak. She swallowed and tried again. "Violet." Daisy repeated, this time without a stutter, but still extremely quiet. "I-I..." Daisy started, trying to answer Violet's questions as honestly as she could. Of course she remembered her. Violet had been her best friend. The one she'd have gone to the day Sam had left. But she hadn't been there, and Daisy had told no one other than her parents. They'd been the ones that had informed everyone else. Daisy had just sat there with her mobile, sending countless messages and racking up an enormous phone bill.

Thinking back to the memories, an idea hit Daisy. She could tell Violet about Sam. There was nothing stopping her, not that there had been anything to stop her before, just a lack of someone to tell it to. Daisy took a deep breath and tried once more. "Yes of course." Daisy answered to the first question, the easier one of the two. She smiled slightly. How could she have forgotten her? It would be like Zoey forgetting Stevie Rae. Nu-uh. It just wouldn't happen. Would the Queen forget that she ruled England? It was unlikely. Daisy's smile grew, finding her comparisons rather amusing. But then she prepared herself to answer the latter of Violet's two questions. "Uhh, no, not really..." She started and once again took a deep but inconspicuous breath. "It's Sam." She concluded, at the same time that a small sob ripped though her.

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notes zoey and stevie rae from the house of night series

[ophelia violet agostino !]

It was astounding just how trivial everything seemed when one was sitting in a coffee shop. No-one looked closely at anything, and everyone spoke about things that didn’t really matter, like their new pair of shoes or how much allowance they got each month. Yet sometimes, when you looked a little closer, you could see everyone in a different light. Violet did that a lot – watching people talk to each-other when she had no-one to talk to herself. Except her possibly-maybe boyfriend Marco De-Andre, who unfortunately was still in Verona – and so Violet was alone, with only her fantasies and dreams to guide her. That and the money she’d earned from her latest small concert where people had practically showered her with money. Perhaps it was because of her ability that made the words she sang so much more believable, more convincing. Violet never really understood why – in her opinion, her voice wasn’t anything special at all, just a benefit. Yet somehow, if she hadn’t had used her ability to get the money to buy some lunch from the coffee shop, she never would have met up with Daisy again. Maybe abilities had their upside.

Daisy wasn’t looking well from the other side of the table – her skin was paler than it had used to be, and she looked tired with dark rings under her eyes tainted red by the tears springing from her eyes. Violet sat quietly as Daisy wiped a few tears away with the hem of her sleeve, the water soaking into the thin green checkered fabric, changing the colour of the edge of her sleeve to a much darker shade of green. Violet blushed, and closed her eyes meekly. She wouldn’t be surprised if Daisy was crying because of Violet’s abandonment, and Violet felt such a pang of guilt that it made her stomach churn out of control, spinning faster and faster. Maybe Daisy felt similar symptoms. Violet pressed her lips together tightly, waiting for Daisy to make the first response, to prevent Violet from gabbling all sorts of rushed apologies that would probably make Daisy feel even more pissed off. Violet clasped her hands together, composing herself as Daisy stuttered over Violet’s name hardly loud enough to be heard by anyone less than ten centimetres away. “V-violet?” she whispered, and Violet eyes crinkled as another tear splashed rebelliously down Daisy’s front. This was the downside of starting a new life – finding out that your old life still missed you and wanted you back.

“Violet?” she managed this time, and Violet smiled encouragingly, her friendly smile that showed no hint of falseness and was oozing with sincerity. She wanted to talk to Daisy, even if Daisy was going to scream at her because of the abandonment – although it didn’t look like she was even up to squashing a fly in her current state of affairs – because Daisy was still Violet’s best friend, even if Daisy had gone and linked arms with another girl who she could share everything with. Violet could never forger Daisy, even if Daisy could forget Violet. It was like... Zoey, and Stevie Ray from the House of Night series, inextricably linked together. Those books had been the girls’ favourites a year and a half ago, and although Violet was eighteen now, a little old to be reading them, she still enjoyed them as her guilty pleasures, a more action packed and much better substitute to the Twilight Saga. “I... I... Yes, of course.” Daisy said, her voice a little clearer this time, breaking Violet’s train of reminiscing. So, that was one good thing – the two were still friends, and Violet was glad to see that Daisy wasn’t in a head-biting mood, although she rarely was. However, Violet smiled again, her friendly you-can-tell-me-anything smile which Violet never exploited, and maybe it was because of her smile that Daisy finally confided in what the matter was.

“It’s Sam.”

And with those words, Violet finally understood exactly why Daisy was so upset.

Daisy’s elder brother Sam was her role model, idol, and incredibly close friend. Whilst Violet always used to discuss the girly things in life with Daisy, ie; cute guys, make-up and shopping, for everything else, Daisy used to confide in Sam. Violet had never really understood the relationship between those two – if Violet had a brother, she’d fight with him non-stop, yet Daisy and Sam were the exception to the universal rule that siblings were supposed to fight. He was so much more than just a brother – he was her rock and her shoulder to cry on – and now that he’d left home – or gotten lost – Daisy could never be truly whole until those two were re-united. Violet sat there for a moment, desperate to go and give her friend a hug, but the two had just seen each-other for the first time in a year and a half – there was a pretty big awkward barrier between them at the moment. Violet outstretched her hand for Daisy to take over the table – having someone to comfort you often felt good.

“Daisy... I... I’m so sorry that this had to happen. I mean... me... then Sam... what kind of a person am I? I should have been there for you... I’m sorry.” Violet paused for a moment, and placed her head in her hands. “When I ran away last time... I couldn’t tell anyone. I was terrified at what was going to happen. But I’m not scared anymore. I can tell you now... and it might help us find your brother.” Violet smiled her friendly smile again, and although she had no idea how on earth the two of them were going to find Sam in the city that never slept... Violet was a quick thinking girl. She’d come up with something soon enough.

TAGS ?! demi (:
WORD COUNT ?! one oh two eight
STATUS ?! complete
OUTFIT ?! purple abbey dawn tee, blue jeans, black bomber jacket, red and black checky vans
SOUNDTRACK ?! fire by kasabian, palladio and adagio for strings by escala
CREDIT ?! cat!
CAT SAYS ?! OMG! i've had a brainwave as to how the two can find sam! violet's in character boyfriend is marco, who's a clairvoyant - basically, he can find people anywhere in the world. after this thread, violet can take daisy to visit verona with her and they can get marco to locate sam for them. does that sound okay? XD

[daisy elizabeth mayes !]

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well hey, hey baby it's never too late, pretty soon you
won't remember a thing. and i'll be distant as stars
reminiscing, your heart's been wasted on me.
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Daisy's emotions were running wild. This was the first time she'd let anyone see just how hard Sam's disappearance was on Daisy. Luckily, in such a busy cafe, the only person that had noticed Daisy's tears was Violet. Daisy thanked whatever force was acting right now that it was Violet and no-one else. Violet had known both Sam and herself since she and Daisy could walk. Violet had seen the strange relationship that Daisy and her brother shared. Well, it was strange to everyone else. Violet and herself had spoke about it on one of their many sleepovers back in England. Siblings were supposed to fight, they were supposed to hate each other, slam doors in each others faces and cause their parents just as much misery as they were trying to cause each other. But not the Mayes siblings. Sure, they had their trivial arguments here and there. "Can I have the last muffin?", "I want the bigger room..." Daisy hadn't won that last one, but deep down she knew she didn't mind. Daisy would sneak into Sam's room to use his PC when her laptop was running slow. Sam never had a fit about it. He'd let her whilst he sat on his bed reading or practicing his guitar.

"I'm sorry," Daisy apologized through her quiet sobs. It had been quite some time now. Why was she still so upset about this? She rested her head in her hands, staring at nothing in particular and tried to figure out why today of all days she had to become the emotional wreck. Then it clicked in her head. Well, Violet helped it to click. "I mean... me... then Sam..." Daisy's head moved from her hands and her gave ascended from the floor back to her old friend, who's hand was outstretched over the table. Daisy took it without thinking. She'd missed having someone that knew her. Someone she didn't have to pretend with. Not that it wasn't better having someone that knew everything. Everything... She played with the word in her head. It wasn't the right word to use. That was because Violet didn't know everything. Daisy could already see that the bracelet that hung loosely off of her wrist was given to her by a guy. Daisy had no clue who he was, but it looked like he was someone special to Violet. Daisy's lips twitched. If she smiled now, then Violet would ask questions. There was no way Daisy could have gotten over such a sad state so quickly. Not that she had. But that's what it would probably have looked like. She decided that she could save that conversation for later.

"I’m sorry." Violet said, and mirrored what Daisy had done seconds before, although it felt a lot longer. Daisy scooted towards the front of her chair. "Don't apologize to me," Daisy started while wiping her less constant tears with her sleeve again. "You didn't know it was going to turn out like this. Heck, I didn't know that it would turn out like this." Anguish ran though her body at the fact that she could only tell the past about objects, and not the future. She might have been able to stop this if she could predict events. "You're a little like him, you know," Daisy mused, refusing to say his name right now. Sam had ran, he hadn't told anyone where he was going or why he'd left. Daisy longed to know the answers to her questions. But that would have to wait until she found him. If. A small voice in her head countered, but Daisy refused to think about that. She would find him. She had to find him.

Suddenly, Violet's words hit a nerve. Had she been holding some secret back from Daisy, the way Daisy was holding hers back now? Daisy bit her lip, wondering whether or not to move Violet off of the topic of telling things... If Violet told her something, Daisy would almost definitely feel the need to tell her something back. But Violet knew most things about Daisy, and the one thing she didn't know was the one thing Daisy wanted to keep locked away forever. In fact, there was only one other that knew about Daisy's ability. And he wasn't here right now. Ugh, my life is messed up. She thought to herself, but pushed the thought aside, she needed to figure out what exactly Violet was saying.

"...and it might help us find your brother.” A glint of hope flashed in Daisy's eyes. Find him? She hoped so. He'd been gone for so long now. All she had was the picture in her purse of Daisy and Sam after riding Air when they'd gone with their parents to Alton Towers one summer back in England. Daisy had that photo memorized. Her blonde hair held back in a messy ponytail, she was smiling so much. She'd smiled a lot that day. And then Sam's face, looking a little green, but trying hard not to show that one of the lesser rollercoasters had caused him to feel sick. He towered over her, so he'd bent down so that they were roughly the same height. Just after the photo had been taken, someone had accidentally bumped into him, sending him flat on the ground. Daisy had just laughed, and Sam had jumped back up again as quick as lightning to prove he was ok.

Suddenly she went back to real time, not realizing that she'd been holding the picture. She looked down at it and smiled. "You think we could do it? You think we'll be able to find him?" She asked, hope smothering her voice. That same small voice in her head warned her not to get her hopes up, in case they didn't find him. Daisy needed to do something about that pessimistic version of herself lurking around her head. She needed to be optimistic, otherwise she might as well give up looking for him.

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notes that sounds pretty good to me!