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Post by Molly "Faye" Vassler on Aug 25, 2008 20:30:59 GMT
Faye sat there in the dusty pub, twirling her empty butterbeer cup around idly in her hands, as she stared off into space. A black bag was in the seat next to her, filled with clothes. She didn't think she would have the guts to go through with it, but here she is. She was thinking about going to her dad's house and staying, but knowing her mom, that's where she'd look first.
If she knew he was alive, anyway.
She let out a sigh and ran a hand through her curly brown hair, before banging her head on the table. She didn't know what she was going to do, she didn't want to stay at Alex's. She wanted to be with her dad.
But she didn't want to break her mom's heart.
She looked up to the bartender and motioned for another butterbeer before looking around the pub. For some reason, the not-so-pleasant pub calmed her. It was weird. When she got her butterbeer, she gave him a sickle and smiled, "Thanks," She muttered, taking a sip. |
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Post by samritz on Aug 25, 2008 21:36:36 GMT
Sam smiled slightly as she walked through the rain, carrying the umbrella his mother had practically shoved in his face. His mother was always worrying about everyone's health. Besides his older sister being the healer she was, he believed a simple cold would be nothing for her to cure. Unless she decided not to cure his cold. he shook his head and laughed. His sister was to nice to make her suffer.
He wiped the water that managed to get on his face and clothes. He stopped abruptly making a couple of people that were by him to run in to him. He laughed and apologized before walking in to the Hogs Head. Sure he usually didn't come in here, but he was getting to soaked to care where he dried off. So much for the weather being sunny and bright. He thought to himself as he hung his soaked umbrella on a hook and walked to the counter.
He really didn't know what he was doing here, but he just needed to get out of the house for a while. He handed his money to the bartender and took a sip of his butterbeer as he sat on a stool and took around to look at how much of a crowd was in there.
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Post by Molly "Faye" Vassler on Sept 7, 2008 22:03:39 GMT
Molly started to think of when she left a few hours ago. It was just after another screaming match with her mom when she started packing. She remembered grabbing all the clothes she could fit into her bag, her essentials, and jumping out of her window. She felt like she had forgotten something.. something important to her.
Her guitar.
"Shit!" She cursed outloud, banging her head on the counter. Her music was the only thing that helped her get by. Now, she left her guitar in that god awful place. All she could think was what her brother would do to it when he found it. He was constantly trying to destroy her songs and guitar. She banged her head on the counter one more time before looking over at the door.
She could always go get it. Sneak in and grab it, hopefull without someone finding her. She wouldn't make it out of there. There were too many people that walked around the halls. Especially at this time of day. "..Shit," She cursed again, her hands clenching into fists. [/size] {|Sorry it took so long and that it sucks. Writers block is getting to me.|} |
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Post by samritz on Sept 10, 2008 20:49:52 GMT
It wasn't before long that after he had ordered his butterbeer, he also order some food. Grabbing his butterbeer he took another drink before noticing that his plate of food was moving slightly. Though the pub was busy and a bit crowded. All the noise that had come from the other patrons in there didn't really cover up the swearing he heard a girl say. He grabbed a fry and stared at the girl who had been sitting a couple of seats away from him.
He raised his hand and through the fry at her head. Her banging her head on the counter was a bit annoying and it would be long if she continued to hit her head against the counter that his plate of food would fall off the edge of the counter. Lost in his thoughts again he began to wonder what the girls reaction would be from him throwing his food at her. He looked at her wondering if the girl even felt him throwing a fry at her head. He chuckled softly and went on eating his food at he got lost in his thoughts.{it's alright and it doesn't suck  }
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