Life is how you make of it (first RP)

A boring way to start, but yeah.



Carly was rollerblading to work, taking the short cut through the back alley her parents always told her not to go through. If she was late to work and her parents found out, they'd be angry. If she cut through the alley and they found out, they'd be angry. That was a lose-lose situation. However, they'd be one-hundred percent certain to find out if she was late and twenty-five percent if she cut through the alley. Therefore, she took the alley.

Her sable hair, most of which was up in two pigtails on either side of the back of her head, were blowing in the wind generated from the speed of her skating. The three or four strands not included floated behind her as well. Enjoying the speed and smooth skating, she folded her arms behind her back and closed her emerald green eyes. A mistake as it turns out. "Oi!" someone cried as Carly skated on, oblivious to the voice and the crack she was just coming upon and stumbled on it.

Flying through the air, her thin frame landed in the arms of the guy who had yelled at her. “Oof!” she gasped once she was able to catch her breath. “Um, thanks?” Carly said, lifting her eyebrows at the angry glare she got from her savior. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m in a really big hurry and as much as I want to bow at you for saving my life, I’ve really, really got to get going.” Getting up quickly after her sarcastic statement, she speed skated down the alley and took a right on Olive Avenue, the main street where her job was located.

As she flew through the open door of the café, Carly started removing her skates, balancing precariously on her right foot while taking off the left one. “Sorry I’m late!” she yelled at the owner, who was probably in the backroom, sipping some red wine. Before she could get a reply, she swept into the changing room and changed into her uniform. It consisted of a tan, high necked Chinese-like top with a red rose and black petals on it. Then, black jeans, boots, and belt completed the outfit.

"It hasn't been half bad so far," shrugged Carly. Tying her server's apron on and tucking the ordering pad into one of the pockets with her favorite purple pen, she reapplied her mascara and eyeliner in the mirror, her tongue sticking out. "I've only tripped once. But the once was bad enough. I flew through the air and fell into the arms of-." She stopped talking as she walked through the door into the main body of the cafe.

It wasn't that it looked any different. The black bar-like tables (like those tall tables in bars with really high chairs) were normal with a little stage by the back with a guitar, amp, and mike hooked up on it for people to perform at. Decor-wise, it was simple: black with purple and white accents. But it was the person who was in the cafe that caused her to freeze.

The guy who had caught her was standing at the door by the 'Please Seat Yourself' sign. Dark brown hair fell almost all the way to his shoulders, but stopped about an inch above. Midnight blue eyes were cold and seemed to freeze everything they gazed upon. He was slightly shorter than Frea, who seemed rather put out to have found yet another guy that wasn't tall enough for her to go out with. The candidates were getting low... He was dressed simply in pressed tan pants and a blue long sleeve shirt. That looks really hot, decided Carly. "That's the guy who caught me," she whispered to Frea. Sighing, she walked up to the table and asked coldly, "Welcome to Starlight Cafe. May I take your order or would you prefer to read the sign first?"

He looked up from the floor at her. "Well, someone's in a good humor this morning after that fall," the guy said in a velvety voice (I don't really know how that sounds. I just like the description).

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Yeah, I'll correct every post when I'm bored for spelling. Just so it doesn't bug me to death... Is the idea interesting? Basically I was thinking this would be about their job working at the cafe. And during the regular school year, they go to a secret magic school. That no one knows about. Because it is secret...

Meanwhile, a young girl was sitting at a table across the cafe. She was bouncing her leg up and down and trying to decide what she wanted. She twirled the end of her long, copper braid. Her blue eyes darted to the action at the front of the cafe. She reached into her bright blue tote bag and pulled out a small blue notebook and a black pen. She began to write, taking down everyword of the conversation.

Rolling my eyes, I jerked my thumb at the sign. He rolled his eyes back at me and went to a table near that of a young girl. I always wondered when I saw girls her age if they went to my school. But I couldn't just go up to her and ask. After all, it's a secret magic school. As in no one knows about it who didn't/doesn't go there.

"What can I get you today?" I asked, not caring that I sounded as if I wished him the most painful death possible.

"Coffee. Hold the cream and sugar," he ordered. Glancing at my name tag, he added, "Carly."

Another eye roll from me as I scribbled on the ordering pad so that the ink bled through the rest of the sheets. "Anything else, sir?" I spat then twirled around and went back to the kitchen, not bothering to hear his answer.

"A blueberry coffee cake!" he yelled after me, chuckling slightly at my rigid back and fists I was making.

For the ten minutes it took to get his food, I raved and rampaged around the kitchen, scaring the manager terribly. Stomping back to the table, I slammed down the plate and mug, spilling some of the hot coffee on my hand. I hissed and did a quick healing spell so that no one noticed me do it. At least, I think no one else did...

Well, anyway, I took a sneaky peek at the silver Macbook Air he was typing in and read his facebook page. Soren Patricks. What a stupid name, I thought as I walked over to take the order of the small girl I had noticed earlier.

*I'm changing persons*
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I looked at the guy, writing furiously. I was fasinated by how fast he was typing, and I tried to figure out exactly which keys he was touching. I glanced at the girl next to him, and I couldn't help but think she looked familiar.
Maybe she's a friend of Luke's I thought, thinking of my 17 year old brother. I was inturrupted by the other girl I had noticed earlier, asking me for my order.

"Hey, what's your order? I refuse to give you coffee; that stuff stunts your growth." Carly was seething. When she seethes, she sorta babble and it took all of her control to stop doing so. "I think I've seen you before," she mused, thoughtfully tapping the violet pen against her upper lip. "Abble drabble," she decided to bluster. 'Abble drabble' was a keyword for the Avian Academy for Gifted Teens. If she said the other phrase, it would show they went to the same school. However, if she received a strange look, she could blame it on a loose tongue.

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Abble drabble. Yeah, pathetic, I know, but it was the first phrase to pop into my head... o_0

"Abble Babble" I said, excited. This girl went to my school! "Who are you?" I asked.

"Carly Piper Allen," Carly replied. "I thought so. What grade are you in? I'm a sophomore. That's Frea. She's a sophomore at our school too!"

A yell from Soren's table interrupted her chat with the other Avian girl. Spinning around, she was treated to a site of Frea typing excitedly, having had hijacked the MacBook Air from its owner. She giggled. "Frea, if you have so much time as to hijack other people's computers, you should get a job. Is this a on-or-off week?" Every other week or so Frea quit her job and then came back the next week.

"My name," I yelled over the conversation, "Is Kenna Richards! I'm a freshmen. I skipped a couple of grades; I'm 12. Who is that girl? She looks familiar too..."

[Next]

I walked over to the girl who was sitting a a table and typing on the computer. "Who are you?" I asked her.
[Next]

"Why's a bloody girl taking over my $1799 computer?!" yelled Soren.

I rolled my eyes. "She's got a short attention span. Oh yeah. And she always keeps a sword on her. She's on the school's fencing team."

Soren looked at Frea who was hyperly flitting from website to website. "How does she do it that fast?" he looked rather horrified as she played a game, a frustrated expression crossing her face. "I hope she doesn't toss my precious into a wall if she fails in the game..." he mumbled.

"Weak," I muttered. "Frea, come on. Give the poor fellow his computer back. He looks like he's gonna have a heart attack and goodness knows I don't want to clean up after him."

Turning back to the young freshman (not like freshies at our school. 'cause younger kids than freshies go to Avian. SEVVIES TO BULLY!), I extended my hand. "Welcome to Starlight Cafe. Now, why don't you tell me what you want to order?"

Again, there was a ruckus behind me, so I turned to find...

"I asked you first, answer my question. What's your name? How old are you? Where do you go to school? How do you know these people you're interacting with? C'mon, answer me!" I said to her.

"Abble babble," I interjected quickly. After pausing for a slight second to make sure no one was paying attention, I whispered, "I'm Carly Piper Allen. Some people call me Piper, come call me Carly. I'm 16 and I go to Avian."

"What the hell are with girls?" muttered Soren. "They go around hijacking other peoples computers, speak in weird accents, and now pronounce weird syllables.

This guy was seriously getting on my nerves. Striding up to him, I bopped him on the head as I passed by to get other orders.

*I'm switching persons again*
"Hey, dude. Who are you? What's your name? How old are you? What's your story? What's your favorite color?" McKenna asked

[the guy]