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Post by » lacey lambert on Aug 15, 2008 22:30:51 GMT -5
To a girl like Lacey who was against all things normal, the Crack Of Dawn cafe was like a second home to her. She absolutely loved the wild, funky atmosphere. The beanbags, the bright plastic tables, the collages on the walls, and, most of all, the delicious caffeine made the little cafe in West Arden Falls just perfect for her. She loved to pass hours at the Crack Of Dawn, loading up on caffeine, sometimes observing the locals, sometimes studying the collages on the walls, and sometimes just thinking. Whenever Lacey needed to go somewhere to escape, she would just quietly slip away, and come to the Crack Of Dawn, where she could be alone and face, or not face, her worries and fears.
Lacey was spending a lot of time away from home, as she usually did around back to school time. She wasn't too worried about the upcoming school year- instead, she was just trying to ignore the feeling of emptiness and sadness she always felt near the end of summer. That lonely, enjoy-it-while-it-lasts type feeling, the kind that would give anyone else a reason to party and have some fun, always managed to work its way into her heart and mind, and leave her feeling torn and lonely. While the last thing she wanted was to spend more time at home with her parents, Lacey couldn't help but dread summer ending.
While she wasn't the popular type, Lacey never really dreaded or worried about school, until she got there. While she approached it with her classic "who cares?" attitude, and put on a big show of not letting anything get to her, every little thing affected Lacey. While putting on the show of being tough and careless, Lacey was the type to beat herself up over every little mistake. Therefore, she was always careful about who she let close to her, who really got to know her, so that she could protect herself from being hurt by other people.
The scary thought that kept echoing in Lacey's mind was that she felt like she was alone, like no one really knew who she was. In fact, Lacey felt like she didn't truly know herself. She knew she had always been able to see her flaws better than her good qualities- was she the terrible person the negative part of her mind always seemed to see her as? Was she the tough fighter she wanted other people to see her as? Was she going to be the happy, bubbly, wild girl she could see herself becoming when she finally escaped Arden Fucks and moved to California or New York, and finally got herself a life? Did it really matter who she was? In all honesty, would she ever do anything with her life, or would she be subjected to the torture of living in a small, pathetic town like Arden Falls, where there was graffiti on everything, and her parents were afraid to leave the windows open at night? Would she be a person worth remembering, or would she just be nobody? Questions about her past and her future flooded her mind, as she stared blankly, dreamily, into her coffee. Would this be her whole life- sitting in the coffee shop all day, moping and wallowing about not having a future, or not even having a true personality?
From a glance, Lacey might have looked like a typical sort-of-punk teenager girl, with a dark red tee shirt for an ancient rock band no one had ever heard of, ripped up blue jeans purchased from a thrift store, and big heeled black flipflops covered with big sparkly rhinestones. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, except for a few loose strands near the front. She wore no more makeup than usual, which was somewhere between what a scene kid and what a whore wore. Eyeliner a little bit thicker than average, very heavy mascara, metallic eyeshadow, and red lipstick. But Lacey's favorite part of her outfit was the three long, silvery necklaces she had dug out of the attic when she was twelve, and worn almost every day since. Sure, it was sort of tacky, but Lacey liked them. And Lacey usually did what she wanted to- however she figured out what she wanted to do was a mystery to her, however. But instead of letting herself dwell on the topic of her crisis any longer, Lacey took another sip of coffee, and tried to focus on something else, something happy. After all, she came here because she needed and escape, not a confrontation with the scary thought that had been haunting her.
OOC_ And I thought I was museless. xD
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Post by Carys Ackart on Aug 19, 2008 15:27:35 GMT -5
Carys looked around the room of the Crack and Dawn Cafe with a slight frown. When everyone said this place was a little... cluttered, they weren't kidding. She didn't really mind the bean bag chairs. It was the walls that got her. Couldn't they have just left them blank? It'd be better than that!
Inwardly, she sighed. This was the first time she'd been here. Today. Normally, she wouldn't be here at all. Why when Starbucks was so close? But she was pretty much broke. And she was desperate for some coffee. No way could she go another day without some tasty coffee. Forget it!
So upon learning of this place, Carys eagerly rushed over, shrugging off all the not so positive comments people she knew gave about the area. Surely they were exaggerating.
Now that she was here though... she almost felt like kicking herself.
Remember Care... you're here for the coffee. You need the coffee!
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Post by » lacey lambert on Aug 21, 2008 11:29:22 GMT -5
Lacey was still staring into space when a movement at the door caught her attention. Her blue eyes followed the the girl who entered, looking around and frowning. Lacey studied her intently- she was probably the "Starbucks type", someone who just went with the crowd like a lemming, never acting like an individual, and having no appreciation for anything unique. Lacey hated that type, and she had for as long as she could remember. She had always gone against the crowds, just because she could. She was a fighter, who often felt that she was right and everyone else was wrong. She knew it wasn't a good attitude to have, but she couldn't help it- it was just the way she was made. Or the way she had become, at least.
Lacey decided that she would take her mind off her own problems by antagonizing someone else- the way she absolutely loved to. That was another thing about her- when life got tough, she usually did everything her power to make someone else's life tough. In some sick way, it helped her to see someone else miserable, someone else feeling bad. Lacey wasn't the type to find a positive way to deal with her problems, like cooking for homeless people or having a nice little chat with Mommy Dearest. Instead, she liked to run away, and make someone else's life miserable on the way. It was what she did to deal. When she knew she wasn't the only one feeling bad, seeing someone feel worse than her, usually made her feel better. If someone else had bigger, Lacey-inflicted problems to deal with, why should she feel sad?
Without thinking for a second about what she was doing, in typical Lacey fashion, Lacey smirked, narrowing her eyes and focusing on the girl. "If you're looking for Starbucks, you're on the wrong side of town," Lacey called, her voice sounding annoyed and harsh. It wasn't the most brilliant thing Lacey had ever said, but with the dark thoughts still running through her mind, she couldn't exactly focus on coming up with the wittiest insult.
OOC_ Sorry it's late, I've been kinda busy lately.
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Post by Carys Ackart on Aug 21, 2008 13:29:16 GMT -5
((No biggie. I'd actually thought you forgot about this post because it was made some time ago...))
Carys paused as she sat down, listening to the voice of some female she never met before. She liked to think she was particularly good at feeling the tones of others voices. And it seemed to her that whatever tone she was hearing now... it sure as hell wasn't friendly. Instinctively, she tensed in response.
"Obviously..." Carys replied, giving only a scarce glance to the girl in question. "I'd like to try something different today, though. Expand my horizons..."
She didn't know why she was explaining herself to this complete stranger. But for some reason, she felt she had to.
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Post by » lacey lambert on Aug 21, 2008 18:22:06 GMT -5
Lacey stood up, walking over to the other girl. "Expand your horizons? Honey," Lacey said with false sweetness, "If you expand your horizons any more, you'll be shopping in the plus sizes department at Kmart- if you aren't already, that is," Lacey said, raising her eyebrows. Smirking, Lacey watched her new "friend". Sure, the girl wasn't exactly fat, but using their weight to insult someone usually worked to make them feel bad- and somehow, in some sick way, made Lacey feel better.
Lacey had never considered herself similar to the middle school bullies who made themselves popular by stomping on others. Lacey wasn't like that, not exactly. She wasn't a social climber, she was just a fighter. She took out her aggression on other people, whether they were innocent or not. It was her way of dealing with things- it made her feel better, and it sometimes helped others stop being so goddam full of themselves. Nothing wrong there, nothing wrong at all. Maybe taking out her problems on innocent bystanders made her a bitch, and evil person, a lunatic, but Lacey didn't really care.
OOC_ xD
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Post by Carys Ackart on Aug 22, 2008 11:34:56 GMT -5
Carys twitched in annoyance and her lips flattened into a hard line. She was glad she didn't order her coffee yet since at the moment... she was pretty sure she might decide to throw it. Matching the false sweetness head on, Carys smiled at the other girl.
"I'll keep that in mind..." She responded, her voice light. "But while we're giving out advice... you might wanna wash your face. There's a lot of crap on there and I'm sure it's not supposed to be."
She was actually impressed with herself. She hadn't resulted to anything physical! Maybe she was finally learning how to control her temper.
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Post by » lacey lambert on Aug 27, 2008 20:52:35 GMT -5
Lacey raised her eyebrows, happy to get a reply from the other girl. This was what Lacey lived for- that and partying all night and making out with anything that breathed, regardless of gender. It was no understatement to say Lacey enjoyed being wild. "Crap? Are you sure? Maybe you're just imagining it, because you're so full of shit and all," Lacey replied. How could she not enjoy this? Antagonizing total strangers was a much better way to pass the time than just staring at the walls, loading up on caffeine, and sulking. This was how she had fun, this was how she made herself feel better? There was absolutely nothing wrong with that, nothing at all. And if anyone couldn't take Lacey's insults, then they obviously had serious self-esteem issues.
OOC_ Sorry it took so long for me to post...*museless*.
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Post by Carys Ackart on Sept 2, 2008 18:55:15 GMT -5
((That's all right. We all have troubles))
Carys clenched her fists and snatched up the coffee menu. What a bitch! She fumed to herself, annoyed. Perhaps what most annoyed her was that this was all happening for no apparent reason. Hell, she didn't even know this girl!
Peeking over her menu, Carys stared at the hostile stranger, almost thoughtfully. It wasn't something that was encouraged but one thing about Carys is that she liked finding out reasons why people acted the way they did. And she really wanted to know why this other girl was being this way.
"Are you always a bitch or do I just rub you the wrong way?" She asked suddenly.
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