Salem Riley (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} salemriley) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} moonlitsouls,@ 2008-04-09 19:11:00 |
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Week Three/Salem
Who: Salem, Lydia, and Tallulah
When: Monday, mid-afternoon/Week Three
Where: The Hut
What: Salem finds some extra cash and decides to hit up the Hut, only to accidentally take Lydia and Tallulah's normal booth.
Warnings & Ratings: PG-13
It was a rare occasion when Salem's wallet was even necessary on any given day. He often couldn't hang on to money for long, and the only ID he owned was a high school one that nobody at Polk even required for anything in particular. So, Salem was more than a little surprised when he actually ended up with cash to spare. So much so that he double-checked just to make sure that he hadn't accidentally taken someone else's wallet. Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, Salem decided on a whim that it'd been way too long since he hit a casual outing for high school students for no reason other than he felt like it. It was a refreshing change from normal. After deciding that, the choice of locales to visit became readily apparent for Salem. The Hut, a nearby pizza joint that was well within walking distance, had always been a favorite of his, although it had been a long time since he'd been able to go.
As Salem had set out for the Hut, the sun had been in the sky and the day fell squarely into the category of 'nice.' The fifteen or so minute walk, however, made all the difference in the world. A nasty wind crept up, and Salem, foregoing a jacket and opting for open toed shoes, was starting to regret his wardrobe decisions. The Hut was closer than home at this point, however, so he decided to follow through. Stepping into the warm and well-lit pizza joint, Salem wasn't sorry to leave the lousy day behind.
After a moment of staring at the choices, Salem quickly made an order and slid some crumpled bills across the counter to the cashier.
"For here or to go?" The woman asked, making change.
"To-" Salem asked, not feeling much in the mood for being a socialite anymore. Another look out the glass windows at the ominous storm clouds, however, had him changing his mind mid-sentence. "Uh, here is fine. Thanks."
Taking the tray, Salem took a quick look around the semi-full Hut, then chose a currently empty booth at random. A couple of people gave him odd looks when he sat, but he chalked it up to either his lackluster appearance or, perhaps, the unusualness of someone eating by themselves. Nobody said anything, though, so Salem concentrated on his food.
Who: Salem, Lydia, and Tallulah
When: Monday, mid-afternoon/Week Three
Where: The Hut
What: Salem finds some extra cash and decides to hit up the Hut, only to accidentally take Lydia and Tallulah's normal booth.
Warnings & Ratings: PG-13
It was a rare occasion when Salem's wallet was even necessary on any given day. He often couldn't hang on to money for long, and the only ID he owned was a high school one that nobody at Polk even required for anything in particular. So, Salem was more than a little surprised when he actually ended up with cash to spare. So much so that he double-checked just to make sure that he hadn't accidentally taken someone else's wallet. Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, Salem decided on a whim that it'd been way too long since he hit a casual outing for high school students for no reason other than he felt like it. It was a refreshing change from normal. After deciding that, the choice of locales to visit became readily apparent for Salem. The Hut, a nearby pizza joint that was well within walking distance, had always been a favorite of his, although it had been a long time since he'd been able to go.
As Salem had set out for the Hut, the sun had been in the sky and the day fell squarely into the category of 'nice.' The fifteen or so minute walk, however, made all the difference in the world. A nasty wind crept up, and Salem, foregoing a jacket and opting for open toed shoes, was starting to regret his wardrobe decisions. The Hut was closer than home at this point, however, so he decided to follow through. Stepping into the warm and well-lit pizza joint, Salem wasn't sorry to leave the lousy day behind.
After a moment of staring at the choices, Salem quickly made an order and slid some crumpled bills across the counter to the cashier.
"For here or to go?" The woman asked, making change.
"To-" Salem asked, not feeling much in the mood for being a socialite anymore. Another look out the glass windows at the ominous storm clouds, however, had him changing his mind mid-sentence. "Uh, here is fine. Thanks."
Taking the tray, Salem took a quick look around the semi-full Hut, then chose a currently empty booth at random. A couple of people gave him odd looks when he sat, but he chalked it up to either his lackluster appearance or, perhaps, the unusualness of someone eating by themselves. Nobody said anything, though, so Salem concentrated on his food.