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Post by Steven Riley BÉbinn on May 5, 2010 14:57:13 GMT -5
THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT WE’LL REMEMBER
[/size] BREAKING THE CITY’S HEART TOGETHER[/size]  FINALLY IT’S OUR TIME NOW[/size] [/center]
Ice cream wasn’t necessarily Steven’s biggest addiction. He just seemed to eat it every day, three times a day if he was lucky. Maybe it was the sugar he was addicted to though. Or the atmosphere of his favorite little diner. He’d been to 2 Scoops before. Several times, in fact. This was his third trip here in a week, so it was no surprise that he would choose to spend his afternoon off from work at the little diner. His parents had brought him around places like this since he was a kid. He could remember going for ice cream at least once a week. His parents couldn’t afford much of anything, but they always made a point to set a little bit aside so Steven and his sister could get their sweets.
Maybe that’s why he liked ice cream so much now. The fondness of the memories. When so much of his past was plagued by hurtful memory, it was quite nice to have one he could look back on with a smile. It didn’t take Steven long to reach the diner. Thankfully for him, he lived not too far away and was able to walk there. This was both environmentally-friendly and saved him money on gas. At least, that’s what he told Jerry from the shop where he used to take his car in all the time for oil changes. Screw the environment, Jerry would always say, we need the money from your car’s maintenance. But it didn’t matter and besides, Steven enjoyed walking. He had quite a bit of pent-up energy in him at all times and if he couldn’t make it to the gym to punch the crap out of those punching bags they hang on the wall, then he was in need of walking off the energy. Even if only to fetch ice cream.
Steve pulled open the door, liking the familiarity of the little bell that rattled with his entrance, and waved a friendly gesture over to the owner. He always liked Mr. Phillips. He seemed like such a friendly guy and Steven had always planned to go to talk to him one of these days. More than just a hey dude what’s up kind of talk, too. He figured Mr. Phillips probably had some good stories to tell. But for now, he’d just settle for ice cream. His mind was in need of some chocolate chip cookie dough cleansing. He took a seat in a small booth in the corner, where he would be pretty much out of view from the rest of the restaurant and far enough out of the way to keep from being a bother. He was never one for hassle, after all. Though the menu was sitting next to him, Steve didn’t need it. He already knew what he wanted, he always did. A quick glance around the room informed Steven that there weren’t too many people working today. There was that girl he had seen at the Saloon one time. Her boyfriend was causing trouble and he’d had to kick the guy out. There was a chef in the back. And, his eyes scanned around, that girl. He’d seen her here before. Only a few times, but enough to make an impression. She seemed mysterious, somewhat unique. He didn’t even know her name, but judging by the few amount of waiters working, he was almost positive it wouldn’t be too long before this would change. He kind of hoped so, anyway. He was in the mood for not only ice cream – as always – but also for some interesting happenings today.
OUTFIT: click!
TAGGED: mac!
NOTES: hope this works.
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Post by mackenziephillips on May 6, 2010 17:52:24 GMT -5
 With her elbows resting on the counter, Mac was leaning back against it, her eyes not really focusing on anything in particular, just the diner itself, memories flooding her mind as soon as she did. The place hadn't changed a bit since it was remade into the diner, sure at times the paint was redone and new chairs, tables and booths had been moved in, but the main idea stayed the same and that was a comforting fact to her; that some things never changed. Some things stayed the same while everything else around it changed rapidly. Before this it was something else entirely but Mac had been so young at the time that she barely remembered what it had looked like before her dad had bought it and redecorated it into what it was now. She did remember other times that she was there, while it was being rebuild into the diner. She remembered her and her brother walking around and playing on the new furniture and distracting the workers from what they were doing. She couldn't have been much older than seven at the time, Franklin was obviously the same age. They were just two little kids, running around and not caring about the damage that they might cause. Long before anything happened to either of them, long before anything happened that turned them both into who they were now. Mac was probably worse off, she turned much more closed off and anti social than Franklin had. Things were just so different back then, everything was much easier back then. At times she just wanted to go back to that even though she knew it was silly to think that.
A tap on her shoulder made her snap from her little trip down memory lane and she blinked her bright green eyes, trying to get them back into focus. She ran her hands through her recently cropped short hair and tucked some loose strands behind her hair before turning around and facing the man behind the counter. He didn't say anything, he just nodded towards one of the tables that was on her side of the diner. Mac narrowed her eyes slightly before turning her head and finding the table that he had nodded to, and she understand the smirk now too. The little brunette sighed softly and ran her hand through her hair again. It wasn't that she minded helping out around the diner, but there were certain people that she just got annoyed with, just because they tried to get to know her and she hated that. Mac was not someone that anyone should even want to get to know, she wasn't a pleasant person to be around. Or so she had been told, anyway.
But she had told her dad that she would help and she had been assigned that side of the diner so she really had no choice. She could play the daughter-of-the-owner card with one of the other waitresses but she decided against that. With a slightly frustrated and annoyed sigh she pushed herself away from the counter, taking the notepad from the pocket of her apron and made her way to the table where the blond guy was sitting. She was sure that he wasn't such a bad guy, but Mac just didn't like people. The accident had made it worse because she had lost a lot of things that meant the world to her and she couldn't bare the thought of losing something else. But she had always been a bit anti social, she just liked to keep to herself, she didn't see anything wrong with that. There were very few people that she could actually get along with and two of those were related to her so she was almost forced to get along with them.
"Made up ya mind yet?" she asked him as soon as she was close enough to his table. Her voice was a lot more polite than usual, but she was still kind of muttering it just because she was used to talking that way. Her dad had told her several times that she should be a bit more polite while she was talking to customers and that was why she mostly stayed in the kitchen when he dad wanted her to help her. Her bright eyes hovered towards his face for a moment before locking her eyes on the notepad that she was holding, her pen set against the paper. Mac had weird issues with looking people in the eyes, it made her feel uncomfortable. Mostly because she was able to hide every little thing that she was feeling from her entire body and face, but her eyes spoke whether she wanted them to or not. She was fine as long people didn't know that and that was exactly why she avoided eyecontact at all times. Once people found out they always tried to catch her gaze to find out what she was really thinking or feeling. Which was almost as annoying as people trying to get to know her.
tagged; steviee ^^
wearing; this smoking outfit
location; 2 scoops café
word count; 847
notes; works great, sorry this one kinda sucks ass, it's been a long time since i've played Mac like this. |
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Post by Steven Riley BÉbinn on May 9, 2010 13:37:04 GMT -5
THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT WE’LL REMEMBER
[/size] BREAKING THE CITY’S HEART TOGETHER[/size] FINALLY IT’S OUR TIME NOW[/size] [/center]
Maybe Steven’s forte wasn’t meeting people. In fact, when he was in high school he would be considered the “normal” kid. Maybe the jock, but likely not. Probably just “that guy” that hung out in the mechanics shop after classes so he could catch up with friends who were in the program and have a Coke or two. He was the guy who went to all the fun high school stuff – like prom. He always had a date and he tried to make casual conversation with people when he was on the football field before a game. But he was never the most outgoing of individuals and certainly wasn’t the most likely to meet new friends. Which is why he wasn’t very surprised when his natural inclination to the new girl’s presence was to sit there and stare blankly back at her.
Yes, he knew what he wanted to order. He always knew what he wanted when he came to this store – one of the things that was so amazing about it. It had the best ice cream flavors he’d ever heard of, and he’d tried them all. But he definitely had his neverending favorite. Yet, for some reason, he was unable to answer for a moment. Maybe it was the shock that she was, in fact, his waitress after thinking that it would be quite the coincidence if she was. What with Steven wanting to at least learn her name and all. Or the fact that he was just generally socially inept. But thankfully, he pulled himself together after a quick glance around the store. He didn’t recognize anyone so he didn’t have to put up any fronts. He could be Steven and this mysterious waitress could be whoever she was (he would learn her name, he was determined) and the rest would be simple. He was tired of having to pretend to be a bully, thanks to his job, or having to be overly goofy, thanks to his friends, or having to be the attempted perfect son, thanks to his parents. Now he could just order ice cream. If only he could speak first. ”Oh yeah, of course. I want a bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough,” he responded quickly, crossing his arms on top of the table. He was proud to order this choice, no matter how childish it may have been. At least this time he refrained from asking for gummy bears on top. And sprinkles. Because he usually ordered that when he had other waitresses. Though, the urge to add sprinkles was definitely growing.
”And if you could put an extra scoop in there, I won’t tell anyone,” he added confidently. Of course, he figured the girl wouldn’t do such a thing. If she valued her job and all. But then again she did seem a little mysterious. This was why he was trying to learn more about her, after all. And what could an extra scoop of ice cream hurt, right? ”And… a root beer,” he finished, nodding his head. He had forgotten how thirsty the walk from his apartment to the store, no matter how short, always made him. He wondered what this mystery girl was thinking about him. He wouldn't be surprised at all if she already harbored negative thoughts toward him. Steven didn't lack confidence, that was for sure, but he definitely wasn't very secure. Especially when it came to women. It wasn't like he was trying to impress this waitress. But for some reason he was oddly curious to make a good first impression. He'd been out of the impression market for a while. Talking to women was hard ever since his break-up. So he figured it made him even more of a social outcast than before. Maybe this girl wouldn't notice. ”Unless you have any recommendations. I get the same every time. What’s your favorite flavor…” he leaned in, trying to observe her nametag. But when he didn’t see one, he figured his obvious search for her name was evident enough. Now it was just her turn to fill in the blank and end his curiosity.
OUTFIT: click!
TAGGED: mac!
NOTES: sorry this is the worst ever. i'm tired apparently.
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