Oh So Dreadfully Tired...

[.:goldwin white:.]

Goldwin was dreadfully tired. And for some reason, he got the impression nursing a luke-warm coffee would reinvigorate him. With a heavy sight, he took another sip of the putrid drink. Coffee was just... ew. Goldwin hated anything bitter. Something that left an awful taste in your mouth never appealed to him. No, he preferred sweets. At the simple thought he perked up. You see, Goldwin simply adored anything with sugar in it. Shortcake, cookies, icecream, everything and anything, really. Alas, there was not any of that, here--here being a quaint little coffee shop that seemed like a quiet place to study. It was too, for the atmosphere was oh so dreary. It put Goldwin to sleep, and he felt as if he were ready to collapse. Actually, that sounded like a good idea to him. He could just fall on the ground and maybe sleep would come. This was was was dreadfully quiet, and maybe if he did fall dead, others would follow in suit and the place would go out of business! Goldwin really did have an imagination that ran wild.

[Ciar Schläferin]

While a teenage girl with long black hair wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for a cafe, a teenage girl dressed in a full suit, with swallow-tailed jacket and a top-hat was. Ciar had spent the last quarter of an hour near the counter at Goldwin's back, out of his view, examining the things for sale and occassionally attacking the barristas with innate questions.
So far, though, he had been unsatisfied with the answers - who would have thought that the humans would spend so much time in such a dull place? And that verfluchen caffinee meant that they didn't even fall asleep, so he couldn't even grab a meal while he was out here. Ciar crossed his arms behind his head and turned around with a light grumble, much to the employee's relief, walking away from the counter as he decided to find someone else to entertain him.

[Sariel Hunter]

The weather that assaulted the town of Stonewood that early Saturday afternoon would be decribed by most as "awful." The sky that hung above the small town was overcast and unhappy, threatening for its heavy rolling clouds to break. Strong winds raced through the streets, howling madly in their icy temperment, snatching up all that they could and slashing at the exposed flesh of the people that they left behind in their wake. Thunder crackled in the distance.
A storm was approaching.

Unusual vivid purple eyes glared irritably up at the heavens, plump dark lips pressed into a line of dislike as long strands of crimson hair was tossed and thrown about in the air by the howling winds.
Sariel Hunter wasn't a fan of storms but not because of the destruction and danger such a natural thing brought with it, but because storms meant pouring rain.
And Sariel hated rain. Pouring or not.

A soft unhappy sigh escaped from her parted lips as she turned her gaze back before her, pulling the heavy woollen jacket that she wore tighter to her frozen body, ignoring how disheaveled her long hair was becoming.
It was the weekend so classes at the town's esteemed private academy were not on, giving its students the chance to do as they pleased with their free time as long as it did not sully the name of "Stonewood Academy" and that they returned to their rooms by curfew. Taking advantage of her freedom from studying and her responsibilites at the academy, Sariel had chosen to spend the cold day shopping and soaking up the atmosphere of the small town. She would be able to update her wardrobe, drop her pretense of being an "ordinary" high-school student and get the chance to see just how the people of Stonewood functioned.
She now wished that she had spent her time catching up on some sleep instead. Having only accomplished one of the three goals that she had set out to achieve.

"Urgh," she groaned softly to herself, her voice highly feminine and with a saprano quality to her words. "There's no way that I'll make it back to school on time before it rains ... I need to find a place to stay and wait the worst of it out ..."

Purple hues scanned the procinity and fell upon a nearby coffee house, her mind instantly deciding that it was the perfect place to stay whilst the storm passed Stonewood. And so, with the sharp sound of her dark leather boots connecting with the cobbled ground beneath her feet, Sariel made her way into the building, a small bell announcing her arrival as she opened and closed the door behind her.
A quick glance told Sariel that the place wasn't all that crowded.
Perfect.

Not wanting to stand out, Sariel approached the counter, catching the employee's attention.
"One tall chai, please."

[.:goldwin white:.]

Funny thing, as Goldwin's boredom with the coffeeshop grew, the rest of the world seemed to grow more and more interesting, beckoning him to jump outside and go dancing in the rain (even though it was not quite raining, yet). Even if, along with that rain, there came a few other perks, say, a chilly bite and a few breezy winds--scratch that, gale force winds. But, then again, it was nice and warm on the inside of the coffeeshop. Goldwin would just stay right here, for now, anywho.

And, with that thought in mind, Goldwin let out a groggy sigh, resting his head down on the table. He really was awfully tired... This place needed some excitement...

[Ciar Schläferin]

Ciar turned his head when a tall girl passed him, walking towards the counter. Then he spun in mid-step to continue looking at her, even as he continued to walk backwards. He supposed that he might have been wrong, but it looked as though she'd had purple eyes, and he was fairly certain that human eyes weren't meant to take on such shades. He tilted his head a little as he stared into the back of her head; her hair was such a pretty colour, too -

Then something hit the back of his knees and he tripped over. Tried to trip over, at least; the table was large and kind enough to catch him as he lost his balance, falling so that he was lying back on top of it in a rather undignified manner and disturbing the table's white-haired occupant. "Oof!"
But he was able to lean further back and catch his hat as it fell off his head, before it hit the ground. So everything was alright.

[Sariel Hunter]

As she waited for her ordered beverage to be placed before her, Sariel - or that Ghost, as that was the name that she had been responding to for decades - impatiently drummed her fingers against the wooden surface of the counter, her nails loud against the wood.
Strands of her crimson locks had fallen before her face, obscuring the right side, but she made no attempts to brush it away, not actually distracted or irritated by its position. Her purple hues skimmed her surroundings, stopping on the stack of pamphlets that had been left upon the counter.

They were mostly advertisments for local buisnesses, though a few were trying to convert people to a new type of religion that mankind had recently concocted. One or two of the pamphlets were encouraging a new form of charity.
Sariel's gaze was bored as she skimmed the glossy surfaces, not particularly caring about what they were trying to advertise.
Her mind turned to thoughts of the "Elite" club that she had been asked to join, by the academy's headmaster, and made president of. She needed to come up with a new activity for them to take on ...

The hairs on the back of her neck twinged. A reaction caused by being stared intentally at for too long a period. It was a reaction one's body instinctively learnt after centuries of fighting for one's survival.
A frown formed upon the red-head vampire's lips as she spun around to see who it was that was causing her such discomfort, only to see a strange individual trip backwards and collapse upon the nearest table - straight upon a white-haired boy.
Sariel - as well as the coffee shop's other inhabitants - stared at the commotion, blinking once with surprise.

"Your chai's ready miss".

Turning at the words that were directed at her, Sariel accepted the hot cup of tea that had been placed upon the counter, unconcerned that it was of a heat that would cause pain to one's skin should the cup not be handled properly as she felt no burning sting.
"Thanks," she murmured, raising the cup to her lips in order to savour the taste of its contents.