Elijah Clément (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} priceoffreedom) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-01-07 15:25:00 |
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Sunday: November 4, 2007
Who: Elijah and Jamile
When: Mid-afternoon, around 2 PM
Where: The café
What: Humans can be very territorial
The café was filled to the brim with customers, to the point where there wasn't any place to sit at all. The outside tables were out of the question since it was raining, and Elijah didn't fancy getting wet since he was trying to warm up with a cup of coffee. He let out a soft sigh as he waited for his latte to be made, eyes scanning the people who occupied the tables.
The elemental couldn't help that his thoughts immediately went to the two girls who were killed on Halloween. It was very possible that the killer was sitting right there in the café without a care in the world. He (or she) probably felt proud of their act, thinking that they had just gotten away with a heinous crime. No witnesses, no evidence, no clue to who could have done the killing was left behind. The killer was a veritable ghost.
"Sir, your drink," said the man behind the counter as he handed Elijah his latte.
"Thanks," was the only replied offered as he took the drink and began looking for an empty seat. A few people had gotten up to leave, and at least he had a small selection of tables to choose from. But then he spied a girl getting up from a table near one of the windows, and as soon as she was away he moved to snag the empty seat. He settled down into the chair, eyes cast toward the rain that fell against the glass as he lifted his steaming cup of coffee to his lips. Relaxation at last, or at least that's what the elemental believed.
Who: Elijah and Jamile
When: Mid-afternoon, around 2 PM
Where: The café
What: Humans can be very territorial
The café was filled to the brim with customers, to the point where there wasn't any place to sit at all. The outside tables were out of the question since it was raining, and Elijah didn't fancy getting wet since he was trying to warm up with a cup of coffee. He let out a soft sigh as he waited for his latte to be made, eyes scanning the people who occupied the tables.
The elemental couldn't help that his thoughts immediately went to the two girls who were killed on Halloween. It was very possible that the killer was sitting right there in the café without a care in the world. He (or she) probably felt proud of their act, thinking that they had just gotten away with a heinous crime. No witnesses, no evidence, no clue to who could have done the killing was left behind. The killer was a veritable ghost.
"Sir, your drink," said the man behind the counter as he handed Elijah his latte.
"Thanks," was the only replied offered as he took the drink and began looking for an empty seat. A few people had gotten up to leave, and at least he had a small selection of tables to choose from. But then he spied a girl getting up from a table near one of the windows, and as soon as she was away he moved to snag the empty seat. He settled down into the chair, eyes cast toward the rain that fell against the glass as he lifted his steaming cup of coffee to his lips. Relaxation at last, or at least that's what the elemental believed.