Lonely;; doesn't mean a thing }}

[siren]

Siren made her way through the crowds on the sidewalks. Typical, the business people just have to stand outside the coffee shop in a huge clump. Not surprising. It sounded like a swarm of bees with all the different conversations going on around her. The cellphones were glued to their ears. "Excuse me, Excuse me, Excuse me." She almost sounded like a robot if you counted how many times she had to say it before reaching the door. She flung open the door and the air-conditioned atmosphere hit her oh so heavenly. She took a deep breath, loving the soothing air. There was a line, but she didn't mind. Her French nails scratched the side of her cheek lightly, a thinking gesture. She studied the menu for a little, and decided on a medium hazelnut with a cinnamon bun. Finally, which seemed like forever, she arrived to the employee at the cashier. She ordered quickly to the girl, eager to take a seat before all the ones at the window were taken. Siren was surprised at how skilled these workers were for time. Well, why shouldn't they be? Seattle's Best Coffee obviously had the best coffee, meaning tons of customers. Siren payed the fee and made her way to a tiny two-seater table. She set her bag and meal on the table. Technically not a meal. But it would be enough to keep her stomach from rattling for a little bit. She pulled down her light-jean mini skirt to sit down, then immediately crossed her legs. She took a sip of her coffee, and let in a fast breath; too hot. Siren looked at the empty seat in front of her. Kind of depressing, no? Well at least to Siren it was. She looked out the huge, freshly cleaned window. Siren was definitely a people watcher, it kept her occupied and was, well, fun to do. After taking a bite of her warm cinnamon bun she placed an elbow on the table. Her hand was propped under her chin, almost holding her head up.

[' Lyric Benson]

if a picture is worth a thousand words
w h a t a r e t h e y ?

<sup>A young woman slipped into The coffee shop after her turn of weaving through the crowds of suited up people outside. She'd never really been able to understand the people that spent so much time working that they had no time for a life. Those were the sorts of people that crowded outside the door of the coffee shops. There they stood with cell phones to their ears, blackberries in their hands. They had their coffee in their hands and yet they had no time to drink it, too focused on the next big deal, the next big client, running errands for their boss. All she knew was that she would never survive in the world of business. She could never, ever, ever, be a business woman. She had too much to live for.

Armed with a couple bucks which she'd made sitting on a street corner, strumming away at her guitar, she entered the coffee shop in search of something sweet to eat. She was cursing her sweet tooth, it always took over and got the best of her. The young woman stepped forward, her turqoise colored skirt swayed with each step she took. The skirt sat on her bony hips and ran down to her feet, hiding her flip flop covered feet. A white wife beater covered her slender torso and clung to her skin.

The young woman made her way to the counter and made a face when she realized there was a line. She stepped into place behind the last person in the line of five. Her eyes drew to the board and she let them scan over it, trying to decide exactly what she wanted. "Pastry or Coffee...Or both!" she mumbled under her breathe, talking to herself. The person in front of her glanced back and gave her an odd look. She smiled slightly "Sorry. Talking to myself" she said quietly and let a soft giggle escape before turning her attention back to the board.

As she continued to gaze at the board her hand absentmindedly raised and she fidgeted with the necklace that hung loose around her neck. She made a slight face, unable to decide what on earth she wanted. She seemed to get lost in her thoughts because the next thing she knew she was being asked for her order. She shook her head a little bit, coming back to. She smiled a little bit "Can I get a medium low fat sugar free vanilla latte and a banana nut bread" she said pleasantly, a big smile across her face. It was a few minutes and she was given her drink and her bread.

The woman turned on the heels of her flip flops and looked around the now full coffee shop. There wasn't a single table left open. She heaved a little bit of a sigh, her eyes falling onto a girl sitting alone at a table with two chairs. She slowly started over and she moved towards the empty chair "Can I sit here?" she asked curiously once she'd reached the chair. She hoped she wasn't intruding but it looked as if the girl was alone...</sup>

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[siren]

Some things are better,

left unsaid.

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Siren's eyes were still glued to the window, watching every soul that walked by when a girl had asked her something. She shook her head and turned to the girl. The girl was very pretty and obviously outgoing, as was Siren. Siren's legs were stretched out, white flip flopped feet touching the bars of the bottom of the chair. Finally processing what the girl had asked, Siren gave a welcoming smile and moved her feet. "Sure, have a seat." Siren glanced over the unfamiliar girl's outfit. It was very tasteful, unique yet tasteful. Siren's white flip-flops enhanced the writing on her tee shirt. Her hat brought out the yellow. Of course, she matched to a T. Just barely you could see the edge off her tattoo on her shoulder sticking out from underneath the shirt. Others were covered, including the ones on her neck and back. The ones are her wrist were a fresh looking black and red. She blew on her coffee and took a sip. It was finally cool enough to drink. The hair tie around Siren's wrist irritated her with a persistent itch. She gave in and scratched it gently. A cloud cleared view of the sun, sending a shine off her brass-knuckle necklace. She looked across at the girl once again, oh crap. She might as well introduce herself if they were going to share a table. "I'm Siren by the way." Siren's enV vibrated in her pocket, the battery was dying. The vibrating was loud enough to be heard, annoying little thing. She rolled her eyes and gave a sigh before reaching in her small pocket to retrieve it. She held down the power button and it's shut-down song played a catchy tone before the screen turned completely black. She then began to finish her tasty pastry. She picked up the napkin which coastered her warm drink. She wiped her mouth with it, leaving a faded lip gloss imprint. Siren's legs were bare and smooth, yet funny if you payed attention. Her right ankle had a tiny, light, tan line where she had removed an anklet recently.

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[Aesh Patrick Jalour]

The man growled silently as the idiotic businessmen blocked his path. Damn them. Damn them to hell! He shook his head. No, damn them to that "wonderful" place they call heaven. Who would want to live in a place where everything was peachy and absolutely perfect? Aesh snorted. He sure as hell didn't. He preferred it here, where sins were just fucking sins, and could be enjoyed. If he was damned to hell, he didn't care at all. At least he enjoyed life while he was living, right? Right. And that's all that mattered. Living life unhappily and going by the rules was just so boring and so... unhuman. He felt more alive, more human when he broke laws and actually made mistakes. He felt even more alive when he was fucking some chick. But, we won't get into that.

As he finally reached the doors and pulled them open, he was greeted with fresh, cool, air-conditioning. It irritated him. He preferred the heat. He preferred sweating, and being hot. He did not like to be cool, at all. He shivered slightly. Maybe he'd take his food on the go. As he looked around the coffee shop, he noted that it was intensely crowded, and the line was pretty long. Aesh sighed, growling to himself again, and walked behind some really nice-looking woman. He decided if there was gonna be a damned line, he'd enjoy it. And enjoy it, he did. He tilted his head and began to stare down the woman, watching her butt when she walked, the way her hips swayed beneath that turquoise skirt of hers. She was absolutely gorgeous, and Aesh wanted a taste of her. Badly. He listened as she ordered, trying to imagine her voice screaming.

A smirk came to his face as his thoughts were interrupted by some guy asking for his order. The kid had to be, like, what? Sixteen? Aesh thought he was sorta cute. For a kid. He smiled, showing off his white teeth. The kid's eyes went wide and he put his hands up "Not gay." he said. His words caused a laugh to erupt from Aesh's mouth.
"Sorry, man,"
Aesh spoke, then looked at the menu.
"Eh, just get me a vanilla latte, kid"
he ordered. The kid nodded and typed it in, told Aesh the cost. Aesh payed, and then waited for his latte, which soon came to him. He smiled, nodded, and then walked off, feeling the stares of people who had heard the conversation between Aesh and the kid. He laughed slightly and almost walked out of the door, until he saw that same turquoise skirt belonging to that girl. He turned and started to walk over.
"Hey chickas. Mind if I sit here, too?"
he inquired, grabbing an extra chair and pulling it to the table.

[siren]

Some things are better,

left unsaid.

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Siren waited til the girl sat. It was a bit silent until a gorgeous male walked over and asked for an invite to sit as well. Siren raised an eyebrow, surprised once again. She bit her lip and looked him up and down. Extremely attractive, wasn't he? Her eyes were locked on his smile for a moment, something she couldn't resist; good teeth. She nodded her head quickly before he'd have the chance to change his mind. Two good looking people sitting with her, it was almost over whelming. She pulled down the mini skirt that was riding up the longer she sat, and crossed her legs so nobody could get a free show. She played with the long strans of hair that covered both breasts. Her attention was no longer to watch any other people but the two who now joined her in this caffeine enchanted atmosphere. Not really enchanted, but there was tons of people who'd agree it was. Such as the lifeless robots outside and on line waiting to get their fuel to make more business phone calls and pound in some numbers on their black-berrys. Siren looked around by the cashier for a napkin holder. Finally her eyes set on what she needed, another napkin. She got up and adjusted herself before walking a few feet and grabbing a few napkins. When she sat back down at the table she opened her bag and pulled out a small container of lotion. It was definitely travel size, for a purse or bag or something. She massaged it on her palms and over her inked wrists to make sure it was completely rubbed in. She introduced her self one again. This time to the other stranger, the male. "Siren." She said, playfully putting her hand out to him to take it.

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[' Lyric Benson]

if a picture is worth a thousand words
w h a t a r e t h e y ?

<sup>The blond leaned back in her chair and smiled towards the girl "Lyric" she said in response to the girl's introduction. Lyric, it rolled off her tongue like she was born to say it and in a way she had been. Her mother had picked the name when she was twelve years old and swore that that was the name she would give her first daughter. When she'd gotten pregnant at the age of eighteen with some randoms baby she hoped and hoped and hoped that it'd be a girl. She'd even done a spell which she completely believed to this day had guaranteed her the daughter she'd been given. Lyric was the name she gave her precious baby girl. It was simple and yet strong, seeming to stand for something.

The young woman moved and pulled her legs up onto her chair, sitting Indian style, her skirt falling every which way. It was so long that she really didn't have to worry about showing anything that shouldn't be seen off. There was hardly any chance of anyone getting a peak. She grabbed hold of her little pastry bag and pulled it closer to her. She leaned over a little bit to peak inside of the bag and she grinned "mmm" she mumbled to herself, sitting up straight again. She reached her hand into the bag and broke off a piece of the banana nut bread, taking time to process what the girl had introduced herself as.

So it was a bit delayed but the woman's green eyes widened a little bit and she grinned " Siren?" she said with a bit of an excited giggle "That is such a stellar name" she said with a bob of her head that was an attempt at a slight nod. She let her eyes fall from the other girls face and she broke off another piece of her bread, raising it to her mouth and shoving it in. She chewed it with her white teeth, leaning back to get comfortable in her seat. Her attention turned to the window beside them and she gazed out at the business people. A quick glance towards the clock on the wall confirmed that their lunch hour would soon be over and in fifteen minutes tops the coffee shop would be close to empty.

Lyric seemed to fall in her own little world. That was the way things tended to go. If you didn't keep her mind on you or on something then she'd just fall into her own world. Her own train of thoughts that had nothing to do with whatever situation she happened to be in. She was definitely a dreamer. A big dreamer at that. She was snapped from her thoughts as a voice pierced them. "Hey chickas. Mind if I sit here, too?" the voice asked and she frowned thoughtfully. She offered a bit of a shrug, tipping her head back to look up at the boy. He was interesting. He looked a bit like those "emos" but she wasn't exactly sure on that, a friend had tried to explain what an emo looked like but she wasn't sure she'd properly understood.

Another piece of bread was brought to her mouth as she watched Siren playfully extend her hand to the young man and offer her name to him. Lyric wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. He was cute, she'd give him that, but she knew very well that he'd been staring at her ass when he'd been in line behind her. He obviously didn't respect the female body which sorta ruined any appeal he might have had. She offered a friendly smile though and extended her hand "Lyric" for a second time her name rolled off her tongue. After giving his hand a gentle shake she let it slip from his and drop to rest in her lap.</sup>

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[Aesh Patrick Jalour]

Damn, there sure were a lot of people. Too many for Aesh's liking. He wanted to leave. He hated crowds, despised them, even. But, what guy in his right mind would bolt, when he had two fucking hot as hell girls with him? Well, not Aesh. When the girl, who'd introduced herself as Siren, nodded her head, Aesh took a seat, smiling. He shook Siren's head, his blue eyes watching her. He glanced again at the girl in the turquoise skirt. She shook his hand and introduced herself as Lyric. A smirk formed on the male's lips as he watched the two girls.
"Wow. You both have unique, yet beautiful names,"
he wasn't trying to get into anyone's pants, he was just being honest. That's the way he rolled. Honesty was everything. Of course, even he broke his own policy every now and then, to get himself out of trouble or to get in bed with a girl. But, right now, he was all about honesty.
"I'm Aesh,"
he introduced himself.

His blue gaze locked onto Lyric, and he smiled. He knew she knew he had been staring at her ass, and so he wanted to toy around with her some more. God, he loved to toy with people and their emotions. It was just too much fun to not do.
"So, Lyric, how old are you?"
he inquired her. It didn't matter, he'd still be attracted to her, no matter what her age was. She was gorgeous! What guy would pass up this gorgeous girl? But, then again, Siren had shown more interest in him. And she was equally gorgeous. Hmm. Can we say, Threesome? Aesh smirked at his thoughts, nodded slightly, and looking to Siren.
"And you, too, how old are you both?"
his head tilted lightly to the side as curiousity played in his oceanic blue voids.

[' Lyric Benson]

if a picture is worth a thousand words
w h a t a r e t h e y ?

<sup>Lyric shook her head a bit and as his eyes met hers she looked away, turning her attention to her pastry bag that held her banana nut bread. She really wasn't willing to give this guy the time of day. If he wanted to talk she was more then willing but she did not feel up to flirting. In fact she had no intentions of flirting with the guy. He wasn't really her type anyway. She had no interest. Although she supposed that'd only make him want to pursue her more. Why was it always they went after the one that had no interest what so ever. The world would be such a happier place if people just went after the people that wanted them. That way everybody would get who they wanted and they'd all just be happy. But no. Such was not the case and Lyric had to admit it was a little sad.

Lyric glanced at the boy again with a look that clearly read are you serious?. She shook her head a bit and waited until she'd swallowed her current bite of banana nut bread. She glanced at him again out of the corner of green eyes " Twenty" she replied simply. It was an interesting question. She hadn't been asked her age since she was sixteen. She found it rather odd that she wasn't approached with the question more often. She still looked like she couldn't be a day over sixteen. She supposed her mature behavior gave away that fact that she was no longer a teenager even though she very much looked like one. Lyric still had a childish face with playful green eyes, she wasn't particularly tall and she was rather slender. She wasn't very curvy and her boobs weren't particularly large. She didn't mind though. She always imagined that boobs would get in the way of things. She was a devoted runner and she could just imagine as she ran along her boobs flopping all over. She couldn't imagine it to be particularly comfortable. But in turn her lack of left her looking like a pre-teen.

Lyric leaned back in her chair again and momentarily let her eyes come to rest on Siren's face. Now on the topic of age she was rather curious. She'd always been the curious sort. Curious about anything and everything although she'd never admit it. She kept her ears out for the answer but her eyes drug off of the other girl's face. She turned to look out the window again. Already the crowd of business people had shrank, leaving only three people standing nearby the door of the coffee shop. The inside of the coffee shop had cleared out quite a bit too. It was rather a relief, there wasn't so much of a buzz while everybody talked at once. It was a real headache causer, especially for someone that liked to listen to everything. It was rather a task to listen to every conversation within earshot at once. Now she could focus completely on the conversation between these two people. She glanced at the boy again, not that this conversation was going to be very interesting.</sup>

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[siren]

Some things are better,

left unsaid.

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Siren lifted her her almost empty coffee. She took a few sips and it was finally empty. Oh shoot, now there was nothing to keep her busy besides the conversation. A conversation that wasn't completely getting her full attention just yet. It wasn't a unique topic, age. A question that could be asked by anyone, to anyone. Siren twisted the ring on her middle finger with her thumb. It was like she had to have something entertain her. Like this wasn't enough. She hadn't really met anyone since she'd moved to Seattle, but she needed a little more to spark her interest. Siren was surprised to hear that the girl she now knew as Lyric was twenty seeing as she looked a bit younger. The fact she was younger didn't stunt how pretty she was at all. Siren looked towards the male once more and said her age in a soft, calm tone. "I'm twenty-one." With an eye brow raised her head stretched out a little to the male, as if waiting for him to say his age without her having to ask, bitch. Siren was a weird girl. One moment, happy as ever. But if something had crossed her mind that was unfavorable, her attitude would go sour. You can thank her spicy Filipino heritage for that. Her personality was very bold, yet she felt she shouldn't always have to reach out. Siren wasn't say too much now, her mind always grinding with a million thoughts. She'd done that too much in her life. The door to the coffee shop flung open as a couple strolled in. The warm air pushed past their table. It was still hot outside, but Siren didn't mind the heat. Heck, she loved it and grew up in it. She couldn't argue that air conditioner weren't her friend though. Siren brought her legs back tightly under her chair so that her feet resting on the legs' bars. She fidgeted her back against the chair before becoming a little more relaxed, waiting for the discussion to continue.

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[Aesh Patrick Jalour]

Of course he went for the girl who didn't even want to look at him. It made things so much more interesting. And, for some strange reason, he was always so much more attracted to the girl who was least interested in him. But, he really just wanted her to be chained to his bed as he fucks the life from her naked body. He shook his head, cursing his very perverted, very wandering mind. Dark brown hair was shaken from his eyes as he did that, so his ocean blue eyes were better-able to be seen. His gaze locked, again, onto Lyric's green eyes as she spoke her age, and then to Siren as she spoke her own. Score! They were around his age! He nodded and replied,
"I'm twenty,"
he smiled, his hypnotic blue eyes going once again to Lyric. God, why couldn't she give him one smile? He'd be satisfied with one real smile.

His eyes rolled over to Siren and he looked her over. One of his bad habbits, looking peoples' bodies over. He always did this, always judged and stared. Siren had herself a nicely shaped body, Aesh couldn't deny that. But he just couldn't focus on her. Lyric was pushing him away, and this irritated and nagged at him. He hated being denied and ignored, and that's what Lyrics was doing. He was going to get her to notice him, no matter what the hell it took.
"So, there any interesting topics to talk about?"
he asked.

Gah, can't freaking type right now x.x

[' Lyric Benson]

if a picture is worth a thousand words
w h a t a r e t h e y ?

<sup>Lyric ripped another piece from her bread and lazily brought it to her naturally pale pink lips. She grasped the piece in her white teeth, her eyes still gazing out the window. The two business people that had remained a little longer then the others were now gone. Lyric felt herself feeling slightly disappointed over the matter, now there was no one to watch. Not that they had been all that entertaining, standing there with their cell phones to their ears, their concentrated looks on their face. In fact she had to admit they weren't fun to watch at all. The fun part was imagining who they had at home waiting for them at the end of the day. Imagining the way their family suffered. Imagining yourself in the position of the workaholics family. It was rather depressing but entertaining at the same time.

Lyric's ears heard the words that slipped from Sirens lips "I'm twenty-one." She'd guessed that she was probably close to that. She'd actually guessed twenty two when she'd first set eyes on the girl but, as she turned her head from the window to let her green eyes run over Siren's face, she could tell she wasn't quite yet twenty two. Most made fun of her for thinking or saying such things. People always talked about how one year didn't make a difference. About how a fifteen year old didn't look any different then a sixteen year old. But Lyric begged to differ. There was always one more line added to your face. There was always a single strand of hair that didn't quite match the others. There was always something. Every year made a difference. She was set on this and no one was going to change her mind.

Lyric glanced the boy out of the corner of a green eye, she watched as his eyes drug over Siren's body and she rolled her eyes slightly. She leaned back in her chair and reached forward, grabbing hold of her drink. She slowly raised the drink, catching the lid between her lips. She let her eyes close momentarily as she let the hot liquid slip down her throat. She wasn't sure why it felt so nice, especially on a hot day, but it did, there was denying that. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had a drink like this in some time. Maybe it was just the thrill of having it that tasted so good. Whatever the case she was pulled from her thoughts again by the boys piercing voice "So, there any interesting topics to talk about?" She couldn't help but let her green eyes roll slightly. So one second he's all Mr. Smooth and the next he actually cares about their idea of interesting topics.

With lips pressed together in a thoughtful manner she leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table. She rested her chin in her hand and for the first time let her eyes fully come to rest on the young man's. She offered a smile. Not a real one, a fake one. She offered a hint of a shrug, her lips going back to their position of being pressed together. She bit the corner of her lip, as if thoughtful on the matter of this so called interesting topic. It seemed as if a topic dawned on her, like a light bulb went off in her head, like just maybe she'd come up with the perfect topic. She straightened as if ready to bring up this oh so perfect topic. In reality the topic had been in her head from the moment she'd felt his eyes on her when he'd been behind her in line. She offered another bit of a smile "We could talk about how the only reason you're talking to us is in hopes of taking one of us home. About how the only reason you're talking to us is for your benefit. So just maybe you'll get lucky on this fine afternoon..." she offered a smug little giggle and glanced at Siren before looked back to the boy.</sup>

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[siren]

Some things are better,

left unsaid.

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Siren was turned off by the way the boy was trying so hard. It could be cute, yet more on pathetic side. He was a whore, and that wasn't hard to see. Siren smirked to herself as the thought was drained out. She raised an eyebrow at Lyric in humor at his silly question, "So, there any interesting topics to talk about?". Siren could easily read by Lyric's actions she had not a single interest. Her nails tapped the packed table to keep her busy. The coffee shop wasn't too busy at this point, leaving her with not much to look at, or listen to. Two things she found herself doing all the time. Siren looked at the male, ehrm; Aesh, once more. He had a youthful face as well. Which gave both the people she was sitting with character. Siren's ears opened once again as Lyric spit out some sarcastic words; "We could talk about how the only reason you're talking to us is in hopes of taking one of us home. About how the only reason you're talking to us is for your benefit. So just maybe you'll get lucky on this fine afternoon..." Siren's mouth dropped with a smirk, following her trying to hold back from laughing. Yet, her humor was stronger and a giggle escaped her. She looked at Lyric and gave an encouraging nod before paying attention to what the boy's reaction would now be. She couldn't help but join in and "rain on his parade." She could hold her tongue no longer and the sarcasm poured out her mouth. "Looks like you just have tonnns of luck coming your way." She giggled and shifted around in her chair before coming closer to the table, leaning forward. Finally the conversation was spicing up.



{{OOC; ew sorry loves. -ish on the phone-}}

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[Aesh Patrick Jalour]

He watched Lyric, and knew that she didn't like him. But, of course, this enticed him more, and made him want her even more. Why? He couldn't say. Just... HER. Just because she wanted him gone. He wanted to stay there even longer. When she spoke, Aesh couldn't help himself but to laugh softly. Oh yes, he really really liked her now. He smirked and sat up, glancing to Siren when she spoke. Her words caused his smirk to widen. He nodded his head, and replied with,
"Okay, then. Sounds interesting. Let's talk about that,"
a laugh once again parted his pale lips.

Gah!! >.< I'll finish soon... I can't find the freaking muse to rp him right now... You can reply if you want, but the post sucks, and not really much to work with... :/