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Post by prescott elliot kingsley on Jul 9, 2009 18:38:03 GMT 10
How long did it take to get a cup of coffee in Seattle?
In New York, the employees had learned to work fast. They doled out cups of coffee and appropriate amounts of change faster than you could blink, especially in the afternoon and mornings, when the demand was highest. It was a necessity for your business to survive: quick service. Apparently, today, that was not a necessity here. Which was unusual, because Beetles was usually Prescott's favorite place to come when he needed coffee quickly. Emphasis on quickly.
Honestly, Prescott was getting more frustrated by the minute. Had this ever happened before? The line coming from inside Beetles was almost extending through the door: and Prescott was right on the end of it. Worst of all, no one he recognized was standing near him, or he would have moved up to 'strike up a conversation'. To top it off, it was rather chilly outside, which didn't make things any better. He was glad that he had planned ahead and worn a coat.
What was taking so long? A new employee? A hot girl distracting said new employee? As he craned his neck upward to look, it turned out he was partially right. A new, teenage-looking employee with acne all over his forehead was flustered, taking an order slowly and repeating it many times. The customer looked exasperated; he was the only one on duty and there was no one to complain to. The employee repeatedly pressed the 'open' button on the register, again and again and again. Nothing worked. Finally, the customer reached over the counter, looking furious, pressed the button firmly, took her drink, and yelled, "Keep the change!" on the way out.
Prescott stifled his laugh with his coat sleeve. It was amusing to see the young employee turn red and hide his face by becoming preoccupied with the next customer's money. Prescott figured that he needed to at least get his money ready, even if he wouldn't be needing it for a long while. He took out his wallet and took a step forward as one customer was served. People sipped their coffee nonchalantly, talking to one another, in the cafe, as if taunting Prescott. He wanted his coffee.
Two more people were done. He moved forward a little bit more, tiring of the slow pace. Somebody crashed into him from behind. It wasn't like it hurt--the person had to be either a female or a rather small, delicate male--but it was rude all the same. He was pushed forward and didn't bother to apologize to the man in front of him as he turned around."Is it too hard to watch where you're going?"
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TAG !;; Cecilia LYRICS !;; Don't You Evah by Spoon OUTFIT !;; Too lazy to make one right now. I'll work on that. :] COMMENTS !;; Haha, told you I'm not the best at intros. And this one is small and rushed especially because I had to completely restart it. Stupid computer. WORD COUNT !;; 466. :/ meh. it was 600-something before I completely restarted it.
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Post by cecelia emerson reese . on Jul 11, 2009 19:22:56 GMT 10
` she’s a reese, goddammit !
Cecelia did not wait in line. It was not in her nature to be a patient person. It was a degrading as being herded like an animal. She simply just refused to do anything of the sort. Luckily for Cecelia, she had ways of getting around waiting inline. Most of them included just forcing her way to the front pf the line and talking over anyone already there. Then there was the berating of any server that denied her service. Who were they to tell her not to ‘push in’ anyway? She was a Reese goddamit. If she didn’t want to wait in line she wouldn’t. No one, but no one told the likes of Cecelia Reese what to do. Especially not some third-class hick behind a counter.
Adjusting her pink beret, Cecelia eyed the line for Beetles dubiously. Now, she was in the habit of lunching at Beetles. Breakfast too, if she had an early class. Dinner, she’d go out somewhere. Lunch though, was at Beetles. It was rather convenient to have a relatively classy cade on campus. It meant she did not have to subject herself to cafeteria food because she didn’t have time to go off campus for lunch. However it seemed her place of choice was not so charming today. They didn’t look too busy. The alfresco dining set up was not full. So what was with the line? My my how Cecelia hated incompetence.
Rolling her dark eyes, the young woman set off, almost marching towards the café. She’d just walk right past the line, demand her order then find herself a comfortable table. If it took a little longest to make her garden salad (of course, she’d rather a BLT, but what would they think if someone saw her?) then so be it, but at least she wouldn’t be standing in line like a common thug waiting in line for government hand-outs. Besides, the kitchen staff would be on the ball, as soon as the imbecile at the register got the order across, she’d soon be happy. That, however, could take forever.
As Cecelia reached the end of the que, she noticed that the dunce who was last in line had not left enough room between himself and the partition that lined the que area. A glare crossed her features. What. A . Complete. And. Utter. Idiot. Turning her shoulder slightly towards him, Cecelia pushed hard against him. She was in no mood to be patient today, and anyone who got in her way was going to know about it. She was a ruthless young woman, that Cecelia Reese. Nothing stood in the way of what she wanted. Even if it was simply to have lunch.
Smoothing her features, Cecelia let the glare slip away as the male she had jammed into started to turn around. Oh my… Prescott Kingsley. Surprise (and maybe a hint of something else) bubbled in her stomach. However she kept her face smooth. “Oh, actually I do pay attention, it’s just you’re not exactly, well, to be candid, you’re so far off the radar you may as well be vapour, so I didn’t see you.” All this was said in a tone of sugar sweetness that suggested she was offering a friend a compliment. “Now If you’d kindly move out of my way, I can go on with my day.”
` w o r d c o u n t ! 561 ` l y r i c s ! none ` t a g ! prescott ` n o t e s ! cannn you just feel the love?
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Post by prescott elliot kingsley on Jul 13, 2009 16:55:21 GMT 10
Prescott was ready to give it off to whoever was standing beside him. He expected maybe a timid freshman. Or some rushed New York resident. Really, they should know better to be bumping into him like that.
But who he saw was... not who he expected. Sure, he had been right: she was a freshman. But she was most definitely not timid. And she probably did know better, but chances were she didn't care about what others wanted. She wanted what she wanted, Prescott thought. His eyes landed on the face of Cecilia Reese, the freshman. His stomach twisted--with hatred? Or something else?--and he listened to her talk. She deserved that, at least.
Oh, actually I do pay attention, it’s just you’re not exactly, well, to be candid, you’re so far off the radar you may as well be vapour, so I didn’t see you. Prescott could definitely feel the love in this atmosphere. To be truthful, he didn't need to deal with Cecilia right now.
Now If you’d kindly move out of my way, I can go on with my day. "I believe I was here first, but I'd be... honored isn't the right word... let's say I'd tolerate it if you'd wait your turn behind me." Cecilia was probably thinking that, since she was a Reese, she did not need to stand in line. And Prescott was thinking the same thing. Reeses did not wait their turn, they were simply at the front of the line. Always. And Kingsleys? Well, his father had always bribed, always paid in advance, always made sure they had the best. So, in conclusion, neither of them should have been standing here, practically outside Beetles in the chilly wind.
Prescott had to admit that Cecilia looked good today.
No, what? No, he did not have to admit that Cecilia looked good today. That was probably just the cold talking. Why would he say that? That was so very un-Prescott-like. He needed warm air. Now.
But her hair looked very nice, blowing back in the wind like it was now. It was brown and thick.
No, no it did not. It was just hair like any other girls' hair. He had seen girls' hair before, so what was wrong with him right now? This was definitely the cold weather talking. In fact, it was different than any other girls' hair, because it was Cecilia, and everyone knew that only on rare occasions did Cecilia Reese and Prescott Kingsley get along.
"What brings you here? I would have thought you would have been out with Adelle or someone for lunch by now." He didn't know why he was actually striking up normal conversation with the girl, but he figured that, as long as they were both stuck here, he might as well. As long as it didn't get too friendly, he was fine with it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
TAG !;; Cecilia LYRICS !;; Don't You Evah by Spoon OUTFIT !;; Too lazy to make one right now. I'll work on that. :] COMMENTS !;; oh, I can feel the loveee. and the 'cold' talking. (: WORD COUNT !;; 514
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Post by cecelia emerson reese . on Jul 17, 2009 19:48:08 GMT 10
` she’s a reese, goddammit !
Cecelia smiled. How quaint. The boy actually thought she cared who was there first. Clearly, he did not know Cecelia Reese well at all. Anyone who did, would not have used that as a reason as to why she shouldn’t push her way to the front. Out of any possible reason a person could present her with, that would actually happen to be the last reason she’d respond to. She did not give a rat’s patootie who was first and who wasn’t. Hadn’t everything about her already made that little fact perfectly clear? She wasn’t exactly one to emanate generosity or kindness. If that was the vibe Prescott received from Cecelia, then he needed his aura radar checked because it was severely malfunctioning.
The brunette was a little put off by the details of her life that Prescott seemed privy to. To be honest it was fairly disconcerting. She tried to keep her conversations with the young man as brief as possible. Revealing as little of herself as she could get away with. In fact, she couldn’t exactly recall if she had mentioned her friendship with Adelle. Though, she had been known, on a few rare occasions, to be wrong. So, in case this particular situation was one of those times, she chose not to comment on his knowledge. Instead pushing the annoying niggle to the back of her mind, it wasn’t important anyway. “Adelle has a class.” She said quickly, in case he chose to press the topic.
Pulling a heavy sigh, she fixed a sad sort of smile onto her features. “I would really like to help you with your request, but I simply cannot comply. I do hope you’ll understand. It’s nothing personal. I just don’t like standing in line.” She eyed him slightly. Sensing he was going to cause her a few issues in her quest to have her lunch in a timely fashion. He wasn’t just going to step aside was he? He’d try and engage her into some cute banter about how he wasn’t going to let her skip ahead of him. She wasn’t exactly in the mood. Perhaps after her lunch she’d allow him to engage her in a a little intellectual tiff, but not before.
There was nothing left for it really. In order to get what she wanted she was going to have to do something to please Prescott too. Who said Cecelia Reese wasn’t a kind person? Oh, that’s eight, she did. Heh. “If you know what’s good for you, you wont cause problems and I’ll let you know what I feel like.” A pause. Well that wasn’t exactly the right wording. “What it feels like to be me.” She corrected in a flourish. Stepping past him quickly. “Come on.” She tugged at his elbow, pulling him after her as she gracefully picked her way through the line. Ignoring any dirty looks or comments.
Pulling a smile to her features, she stopped at the front counter. “Hi there, I’ll have a the Thai chicken salad and a banana and mango smoothie, and he’ll have..” She glanced at Prescott, turning up her nose. “Well, whatever he has. You’ll find my tab under the name Cecelia Reese. Oh and if you manage to get at least my drink to me before I loose my patience I wont have you fired. I’ll seat myself shall I?” Grinning, she turned her back on the flummoxed staff member, as she moved to settle herself at one of the smaller tables.
` w o r d c o u n t ! 585 ` l y r i c s ! none ` t a g ! prescott ` n o t e s ! I love these two.
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Post by prescott elliot kingsley on Jul 23, 2009 18:50:35 GMT 10
By the clever smile on Cecelia's face, it did not seem like she planned to wait her turn in line like everyone else. Prescott shrugged mentally: he should have known better. She would not care about who was here first. He laughed at her wording and the adorable way she corrected herself and opened his mouth to speak. "Look, if you plan on--" but he was cut off by her arm on his elbow, persisting on him coming forwards. He was startled, but gave in, following her and earning looks of aggravation and disgust from the people in line. Of course, when she curtly spoke to the employee at the counter, they all shut up. Cecelia Reese was not to be messed with; they all knew that already.
The employee stuttered after being addressed by Cecelia. She went to sit down, and Prescott ordered. Finally. "I'll have a chai latte . And... whatever she had," he said, after quietly deliberating for awhile. The employee slowly looked after Cecelia, an awestruck expression on his face. Prescott decided not to worry, as Cecelia often had that effect on people. He sometimes could not help but to stare at her himself People often stared at her when she was here, so this was really nothing new. Everyone knew her, and many people knew him, so the now nervous employee asked, "Are...you two together?" Prescott laughed.
"No," he said simply, "no, we are not." As if. That would never happen, right? Cecelia and Prescott were like cats and dogs. Like Tom and Jerry. Like toothpaste and orange juice, they just did not fit together. Sure, they had their rare moments of peace, but those were just that: rare.
He sat down after sifting through the crowd and finding her table. All eyes seemed to be focused on her at this moment, and people did not even seem to be flustered over the line anymore. Eventually, one by one, people lost interest, but you could tell that thoughts lingered in their minds, especially the students of SBU. Prescott could imagine the students thinking, What are they doing here? Why are they sitting together? Why are they talking?!
Prescott could not find the answer to any of these questions himself, but he found himself glad that it was happening. "The waiter thought we were together," Prescott smirked, knowing that Cecelia would probably be ticked off by this assumption. Her tantrums could be kind of... entertaining, in a way, for him, and he found tantrums kind of amusing, as Lily had never been one for throwing a fit and he had missed out on getting her in trouble, ever, when he was little, so she was never mad at him.
Lily was a good sister. It was a fact. And therefore, Prescott had assumed that all girls were like Lily. That was definitely not a fact. Take Cecelia: she and Lily were as different as could be. But maybe that was what Prescott liked noticed about her. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
TAG !;; Cecelia LYRICS !;; Don't You Evah by Spoon OUTFIT !;; Forget the outfit. It's not happening. COMMENTS !;; <3 WORD COUNT !;; 524
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Post by cecelia emerson reese . on Jul 25, 2009 15:53:59 GMT 10
` she’s a reese, goddammit !
It was perhaps a good thing, for the server of course, that he had chosen to ask Prescott and not Cecelia about the pairs relationship status. Had he asked Cecelia, there would have been a great deal more embarrassment dished upon him. Including, but not limited to slights on his intelligence and eyesight. Needless to say it was not a notion that Cecelia would have appreciated being mentioned in any way. The very idea of her dating Prescott was ludicrous. The only suggestion she would have found less plausible was one that included someone from a very low socio-economic place. I mean really, she had standards. Prescott may have lived up to one, in the fact his family has the right net worth, but that was as far as his ticks went. He failed abysmally in every other area.
For instance… He.. His. Well fine! She couldn’t exactly bring to mind one of his many short-comings as an example, but rest assured they were indeed there. In fact they were probably just so common and obvious she couldn’t pin-point one. Yes that was the problem. Everything about him was just so horribly wrong. In fact, She was beginning to think that going hungry would have been preferable to inviting him to invade on her lunch ritual. It had seemed like the only solution to her problem at the time though. Believe me, that was the only reason she had tugged him up the line with her. So he’d hush up and leave her alone. Not for any other reason. And he best not get used to it, because it will never be happening again.
Cecelia turned her nose up slightly as Prescott took his seat. Sneering to herself. “He must be delusional, thinking a person like you would even have a chance with me,” She comments conversationally. “That, or it’s very much wishful thinking.” Though she didn’t say anything directly, it was clear by the glance she shot Prescott, that he was the one she suspected to have wishful thinking. Not that she thought he liked her or anything. That would just be too horrible to comprehend. More that she was a rather attractive young girl, and that he better not be getting any ideas about ‘hooking up’ with her, just to say he did. Even if Cecelia was that sort of girl (which she wasn’t), he would not be the one she’d choose to do such a thing with.
As it was, she would never, ever in her life kiss someone for the random fun of it. She had her faults, but Cecelia was actually a rather modest young lady who didn’t enjoy the life-style so many of her peers seemed to engage in. When it came to men, and physical intimacy she believed there was a correct time and place for those sorts of things. Anyway, that was something Prescott really had no business knowing, so she wasn’t about to share it with him. Instead, she folded her hands in her lap. Watching him with a slight smirk in her expression. “If you are going to crash my lunch plans, at least make yourself useful and fetch me a glass of water. Run along now.” She nodded towards the water cooler in the corner, set up for customers. There was something positively thrilling about treating Prescott as a lap-dog… Or uh.. Errand boy. Yes. Lap dog would entail drooling and stroking..
` w o r d c o u n t ! 573 ` l y r i c s ! none ` t a g ! prescott ` n o t e s ! ilovethesetwo!
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Post by prescott elliot kingsley on Jul 30, 2009 19:02:50 GMT 10
On the inside, Prescott noted with a little smile that he hoped Cecelia would not notice, she was probably scoffing at that waiter, hoping to give him a piece of her mind in the future. That poor waiter. He really did not know the impact of what he had just inquired. It's not like Prescott and Cecelia would ever actually be dating! He didn't even know why Cecelia had dragged him in today. She could have very well just cut the line, and no one else would have had any say in the matter. Oh well, he wasn't complaining; it had gotten him in earlier, had it not?
But Prescott and Cecelia were as different as cats and dogs--Prescott could never see himself with her. For one thing, there was her... And then there was always the simple fact that... Well, just because he couldn't think of them now did not mean there were no reasons why. She was just sitting right there, and obviously he did not want to think them in fear that he might blurt them out and have to face the wrath of Cecelia. Who knows how vicious she may be when she was hungry?
"He must be delusional, thinking that a person like me would ever stoop low enough to ask a person like you out," Prescott retorted, sitting back. Yes, he was enjoying this. She was clearly annoyed at the waiter. He was surprised she did not march up there and give the waiter a piece of her mind at this very instance. And when she ordered him to go 'fetch her a glass of water', he seized the opportunity.
The waiter was looking haphazardly over at the table, spilling somebody's drink as he eyed Cecelia nervously. Poor guy. See, she even made innocent employees wary. This girl was a menace, and everybody knew it, did they not? He made his way over to the table, shaking, tray in hand. "H...h...here you go, miss." He placed their food on the table, hand shaking, spilling a little of her smoothie over the side of the glass and onto the table. It oozed over the edge of the glass and down the side. Prescott scooted back a little automatically, grinning at the waiter's fumble. Bad move on his part.
He was happy to do whatever she told him to do He was certainly not going to be at her beck and call whenever she needed him. Prescott was nobody's servant. So, instead of getting up, he gestured towards the water cooler, which was somewhat near the counter. "Why don't you give this here waiter a piece of your mind, then get your glass of water yourself?" Prescott looked at the waiter with the best look of sympathy he could manage. He really did not feel like being obedient today, even especially for Cecelia. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
TAG !;; Cecelia LYRICS !;; Don't You Evah by Spoon OUTFIT !;; Forget the outfit. It's not happening. COMMENTS !;; ilovethem WORD COUNT !;; 500
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