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Post by Dwight on Jun 25, 2007 14:25:53 GMT -4
Hitomi parked her car just outside the entrance and stepped briskly up to the door. As she pulled on the handle, a small bell rang somewhere inside the shop and she was met by the faint beat of music and a soft odor of ground coffee beans. The atmosphere normally would have been settling, but, unfortunately, today, it would take a lot more than that. She gratefully eyed the next to empty line and stared up at the menu. Her eyes scanned the list, and she settled on a carmel frappechino. Hitomi gave the man at the register her order and waited for him to ring it up, her mind focused on the hours of work that were to come. It was nearly six in the afternoon, and her night shift didn't start for another two hours, but already she was exhausted. The entire morning, she had been cooking and cleaning, only to have her afternoon nap interrupted by disgruntled telemarketer. As the worker placed her drink on the counter, she payed him, straightened her out her white coat, and picked it up with a weary hand. Hitomi made her way to the closest table and sat down on the tall, spindly stool taking care not to get any thing on her scrubs. She sipped the drink absentmindedly, trying to prepare herself for the stressful night of ER in store for her. Hopefully people could be careful enough to keep themselves intact tonight. She really didn't feel like stitching anyone back together at the moment. Her fingers drummed on the table quietly, and she let out a long sigh. It seemed like years since she had actually gotten a decent night's sleep. She had expected that, after working for the hospital nearly three years now, they would respect her enough not to keep giving her odd jobs and night shifts, but apparently she had been wrong. The place was so understaffed, that they want to get all the work they possibly could out of her. Hitomi closed her eyes and took another sip trying to enjoy rest while she had it. Maybe she could ask for tomorrow off. She doubted that they would allow it, but it couldn't hurt to hope, could it? At least it was something to look forward to.
((OOC: Sorry it took so long. I haven't been on in a few days, and I had to catch up on some stuff.))
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Post by Tsukino Usagi on Jun 25, 2007 15:03:34 GMT -4
Why can't Enzo get his own coffee? I don't even like this stuff. The place was somewhat dark. The curtains were closed, making time stop. Phillip had to buy a Java Chip; he knew that much. Unfortunately, he had no idea which size. Normally, he would have been safe with the medium. But there was no medium. There was tall, grande, and venti. Okay. Tall obviously means tall and grande means large. So venti must be the smaller one. He approached the barista. "Give me a...venti Java Chip, sweetheart." She gave him a strange look before taking his money. The girl gave him his drink. It was unusually large, for what he thought was a small. The outside was wet, making Phillip uncomfortable. He just wanted to get in his car and set it down. As he rushed out the door, his tail smacked into someone. "Sorr..." He stopped mid-sentence. The person he smacked was Hitomi. "Hitomi? Hitomi!" He set his drink on the table and threw himself around her. "It's been forever since I've seen you!" He let go of her and sat at the stool across from her. "How coincidental to find you here! Man, you look terrible." He realized that probably wasn't the best greeting. "I-in a good way, of course. But seriously, you look exhausted. What's wrong?"
((No problem. I'm really confused right now so, yeah.))
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Post by Dwight on Jun 25, 2007 15:32:36 GMT -4
Hitomi felt something bump into her side, but waved it off as the person began to apologize. It only took her a moment, however, to recognize the voice. Phillip? She turned around, her eyes wide with amazement and a hint of annoyance. He began talking almost immediately, and she gave him a half-hearted smile. As he leaned forward to embrace her, she had to struggle to set her coffee on the table before he could reach her. She sat still for a moment, stunned, before wrapping her arms around him also. It had been so long since she had given up trying to reach him. For months, she had been convinced that he was avoiding her, but now the thoughts seemed ridiculous. She blushed slightly, embarrassed for even thinking such a thing, as Phillip sat down across from her. She took another drink from her cup, not letting her eyes drift from him for too long. It was so great to see him again. She hadn't even had time to speak to her brother for months, let alone catch up with everyone else. After she had started working again, her life had sort of taken the back seat. Hitomi laughed quietly as he began again and set her cup on the table. Giving him a bright smile, she tried to think of a way to explain it. Now that she thought of it, her situation was pretty pitiful. There was no doubt in her mind when he said that she looked terrible. For the past month, she had been spending nearly twelve hours a night working in the ER, and when she finally did have a chance to get home, it was always filled with house work, reading, or taking care of her nephews. She was lucky to get 5 hours of sleep a night. Now, she had run into Phillip who was looking just as good as ever. "Ummm, just work. They're having everyone work overtime," she said slightly embarrassed. "It doesn't matter... Anyways, how have you been? It seems like an eternity since I saw you! I can't believe its been so long!"
((OOC: What are you confused about?))
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Post by Tsukino Usagi on Jul 6, 2007 19:18:48 GMT -4
"Well...this is kind of a funny story really. I've been in the hospital. More like the vet's office." He took a sip of his drink inadvertently, realizing how disgusting he found it. "I was playing golf. Actually, I hate golf, but I was invited so I went. For some reason, one of the guys brought his dog. It was this HUGE Pit Bull/German Shepard mix." In reality, it was just a Scottie. Being a guy, though, he would never admit to that. "It was...foaming...at the mouth. Like this!" He took some of the whipped cream out of his coffee drink and smeared it on his face. "And he came running at me really fast! He was rabid! Distempered!" Phillip's voice became faster with excitement as his ridiculous story catapulted to a new level of idiocy. "While he was running, he must have doubled, no, tripled in size! But I fought him off valiantly!" Phillip looked around for a prop he could use. Finally, his eyes settled on a mop nearby. He picked it up and held it like a sword. Instead of acting like an adult talking about what happened in the past few months, he sounded like a kid relating his favorite bed-time story. "I swung at him. Got him right in the jaw. It was a great shot, too. Oh, I almost forgot. My golf club turned into a sword, perfect for fighting off the giant three-headed Cerberus before me. But he used some sort of magic fog that made me go blind for a short-while." The eyes of the coffee shop settled on him. The glances obviously said 'Wow, that guy is an idiot.' He set the mop back in its original place and sinked back onto his stool. "Long story short, part of my tail was bitten off. I had to go to the vet because no real doctor knew how to perform tail surgery. He tried to put me in one of those cones to keep me from scratching it, but I said no. I still have a scar." He held up his tail to show the hairless ring about three inches from the tip. "At least they could reattach it. I don't know what I'd do without part of my tail."
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Post by Dwight on Jul 7, 2007 15:32:48 GMT -4
As Phillip began, her eyes widened slightly in worry. 'He was in the hospital all this time? What possibly could have happened to him?,' she wondered uselessly as her question was soon answered. She winced slightly as he recounted the tale with stunning detail. Taking a quick sip of her drink, she had to choke back a laugh as Phillip stared at her with globs of whipped cream around his mouth.He hopped up without warning and snatched a nearby mop, portraying his epic battle scene animatedly. Hitomi fought back her laughter as well as she could manage, but it wasn't long before she finally gave in, laughing so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks and her sides ached with mirth. Phillip stood in the middle of the shop brandishing the mop and sidestepping the attacks of a vicious, invisible dog, all the while foam still dripping down the corners of his mouth. He narrated excitedly, and it soon seemed that the entire shop was listening in, though many weren't as amused by it nearly as much as she. Their annoyed glances, however, only added to the hilarity, and Hitomi soon found herself laughing harder than ever. Phillip returned to his seat, and Hitomi straightened up, positively beaming at him. He finished his story, this time a good deal less enthusiastic, and Hitomi had to force a look of sympathy over her smile. It was hard, she soon realized, to take someone with whipped cream dripping down their chin very seriously. She smiled politely and handed him a napkin. "You've got something right there," she said pointing vaguely at his mouth, and laughed quietly. The excitement had died down slightly, but the two of them still seemed to be the subject of many curious glances, and it was all Hitomi could do to keep from laughing again. She smiled at him in pure bliss, never remembering having such fun in her life. She sighed quietly and forced herself to check the time, knowing it would only serve to remind her of work and let stress rule her once more. She frowned. 7:00 That meant she only had an hour left before she had to be at the hospital. Hitomi put her head in her hands, hating herself for being so pitiful. Here she was having a great time in the midst of all the strife and seeing Phillip for the first time in months, and she actually had to cut it short so that she could go to work. The thought of calling in sick lingered in her mind like bait, but she turned to Phillip with another feigned smile. Surely he had somewhere better to be. She couldn't keep him. She watched him for a moment wishing that she never had to leave. Her gaze fell to the table, but the following silence was too much for her to handle. She had to say something, before he started to worry about her. It was bad enough that he had to see her like this, the least she could do was pretend everything was fine. If there was one thing that could possibly make her feel worse, it was his pity. "Oh, I just saw my nephew today," she said brightly. "Josh... You probably don't remember him. He's getting so big. I think he would adore you. He actually reminds me a little of you. Anyways, you should come see him sometime. They come over to my house practically everyday; so much that I actually wonder if they should just move in." Hitomi let her smile fade a little at the thought. She knew exactly why they were over there so much, and, as a matter of fact, Kyle had asked if he could move in. Hitomi's mind drifted back to that afternoon, before she pushed it away immediately, refusing to let it get her down. "Well..." she said slowly, feeling the seconds slip away. "Did you have anything to do tonight, because, you know, I'm free..." 'After I call in sick to work,' she finished silently. For a moment, she didn't allow her eyes to leave his, and a small smile found its way onto her face. Hitomi tried not to get her hopes up, but, right now, the thought of a night off was more than she could hope for. Even if she couldn't spend it with Phillip, the idea seemed too tempting to pass up. She took a deep sip of her coffee and set the empty cup on the table, her once tired eyes now lit at the prospect.
((OOC: I love your avatar by the way! Go Bleach!))
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