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Tweak says, "The pickle people prefer"

purediamond (purediamond) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-06-27 22:50:00

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Who: The White Queen OT Gambit
When: June 27th, early evening
Where: Coffee Shop
What: Emma winds down over a hot cup of chai tea at least until she bumps into a familiar face.

It almost made her feel normal, the familiar smell of ground gourmet coffee beans and the sweet smells of the chocolates and pastries drifting from the back; almost like she was back in her days at ESU escaping to the cafe to avoid the stress that came along with mid-terms and finals. After a long day of training or a strenuous night of fighting, she knew she could return to her table in the corner and nurse herself on her chai tea. She inhaled the herbal scents that were wafting from her cup. The coffee shop was a place where she could relax, sip her soothing drink and pretend she was somewhere else. In the beginning, she'd sat in this very seat a dozen times imagining her life beyond the walls of Revolve; she'd concocted dozens of strategies to free herself. It was one place where she found peace and was able to unwind, becoming someone besides the cold-hearted bitch everyone else saw. Yes, her body might be made of rock-solid diamond and her demeanor cold and cruel but she was still soft on the inside, even if it was a fact she refused to admit.

Nonchalantly, she opened a paper that had been left on the table, her eyes scanning the pages as her mind drifted somewhere else. She had been spacey recently and not only that but her moods had been changing and rapidly. Emma knew it was the drugs used to control her powers, they put her off-balance. And it had begun to affect her matches in a negative way. Her block owner had staged an intervention but it didn't seem to be to much avail. The problem didn't lie within her physical body, but in her mind. She had to figure out a way to counteract the effects before she drove herself insane. She inhaled deeply once again and brought her hands to rub her temples as she tried to clear her head enough to survive another day.

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remylediable
2009-06-28 12:27 am UTC (link)

Remy had almost backtracked after catching sight of the familiar blonde in the corner when he entered the coffee shop; he didn't know her well, hadn't seen her since beating her in last month's tournament, and felt distinctly uncomfortable about it. He had been drawn inside by the allure of caffeine though, which was enough to keep him where he was, like it or not what the coffee shop served was a damn sight better than what was to be had in the block cafeteria.

Even if neither of them compared to home. Maybe it wasn't coffee and chicory, but it would have to do.

After getting a cup of cafe au lait from the counter, he found himself drawn over toward the corner where the Green Block mutant sat. Leaning against the wall, he watched her through the dark lenses of his glasses, blowing softly at his steaming cup of coffee as he said. "Remy nev'r got t' 'pologize for d' tournament. Was raised t' open doors for ladies, not beat on dem.. for wha' s'worth."

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purediamond
2009-06-28 11:27 am UTC (link)

One would have thought it was impossible to surprise a telepath but the smooth voice startled Emma from her ravine. She looked up through light blonde tresses to glance at its owner. It was rare anyone approached her in the coffee shop; she radiated an aura and warning that usually cautioned people to leave her in peace.
She pushed her hair from back from her face as her ice-blue eyes assessed the intruder. Ah, so that’s why he wasn’t affected by my telepathic signals, it’s that surprisingly nimble mutant who uses kinetic energy. He was also one of the opponents that she had let slip through the cracks and defeat her; not that he wasn’t powerful in his own right, it was quite the opposite, in fact he had great potential. It was clearly not his skill that kept him at the blue level. Her battle with him had been her worst in awhile, dating even as far back to her earlier days at Revolve. She had been in another one of her “moods” and gotten too careless. The result ended in victory for her opponent. It had been a close match but ultimately had not played out in her favor. That alone gave Emma reason enough not to like him, not that she liked many anyway. Although it had affected her pride, though only slightly, she would not lie down licking her wounds like a hurt dog. As far as anyone knew, it had absolutely no affect on her.

Emma straightened up, pulling herself together. She hated for anyone to see her in such a vulnerable state, which is why she warded them away telepathically. As she brought her mug to her lips to take a sip her soft expression was slowly replaced with a cool and calculated one. “Everyone must do what’s necessary to survive in this world; Revolve, if slightly more chaotic, is no different.” She said nonchalantly, though she was mildly intrigued by the fact that she could not penetrate his thoughts. She remembered how it frustrated her during the battle, forcing her into her diamond form. It was the kinetic field that surrounded him, cancelling out her powers and filling her head with static. Interesting, very interesting indeed. There was nothing Emma liked more than a puzzle. “Do you always refer to yourself in third person, ‘Remy’ was it?

“I guess there was no time for a proper introduction while you were knocking my head into the concrete and singeing the ends of my hair.” Emma set her cup against the table, and as if to make her point gripped the ends of her hair to examine the damage. “If I’m upset about anything, it’s that I can’t get the proper treatment for it in this place.”

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