Passing Through {Open}

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=aeaeae][atrb=width,440px, true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; border-bottom: #000000 dotted 1px; border-right: #000000 dotted 1px;] [style=width: 430px; color: #000000; font-size: 15px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: -10px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]call your name every day, when i feel so helpless[/style][style=width: 430px; background-color: #e7e7e7; border-top: #838383 solid 10px; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 5px;]Profile | Plot Page | Thread Tracker[/style] [style=width: 420px; background-color: #e7e7e7; font-size: 10px; color: #6a6a6a; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-top: #545454 solid 1px; border-bottom: #545454 solid 1px;] Heavy boots thudded against the wooden floor of the small, local café, as three soldiers walked through toward the front counter. One was dressed in complete uniform, clean and pristine, as it should be. He was big man, tall and wide, beyond six feet. His bald head shined under the fluorescents, while his dark eyes seemed to poke holes in the tan, flat face. His hand, with fingers thick as sausages, rose to rub a slightly bushed brow. One might have thought his sleeve would have ripped, from the way the fabric tightened around his arm when he moved it. They called him Thor, if for no other reason than because of his powerful demeanor and his thunderous voice. He stopped at the counter and glanced up at the menu of items, before turning to one of the other soldiers and tapping his shoulder with the back of his hand. The slightly smaller man almost jumped at the sudden, firm tap of the other man’s hand, but he didn’t really seem all that fazed, and instead looked up to where the big man was beginning to point. ”You don’t want cookies, man!” he said with a laugh, light and jovial. His cropped dark hair went down to the top of his ears and stopped flat, the rest only just revealing the roots of growth. He wore a Marine t-shirt and some blue jeans, which curled over the brown boots on his feet. That was Markus. ”Sure, he does!” came the sound of a woman’s voice. Granted, one might’ve had to take a moment to distinguish it as that of a female. Coming up alongside the second man and leaning her elbows on the counter, she said, ”It’s my turn to buy. Take advantage while ya can.” She gave them a small wink as Thor let loose a deep laugh, and for a moment the woman thought he was actually going to shake the place. ”Gimme five o’ them there big cookies, then! Make sure to include one o’ the chocola-chip and that pale one there!” he said gruffly, pointing to the cookies like a child in a store of sweets. ”They’re called sugar cookies. Ain’t yo mama ever teach nothin’?” Markus said. The woman, named Phoenix—and yes, that is her real name—added, ”Ain’t yo mama eva teach you some gramma?” Her accent was little strained in an attempt to mock her friend. They all laughed, and Phoenix actually thought tears were going to come to her eyes. Reaching back, she pulled her long thick braids over her shoulder, trying to relieve the heat that was bearing down on her back through the cotton of her black tank. After Markus ordered, not surprisingly, some cookies, and they both ordered drinks, she reached into the back pocket of her dark green cargo pants and pulled out her wallet. ”I’ll have some sweet tea with half the ice,” she said, starting to take out the money as the cashier rang it all up. The cashier asked if that was all they wanted, and she responded in the positive. Seeing the total, she dealt out the cash and change, being a little OCD about having the proper amount for a few seconds before just forgetting the whole ordeal and handing him an extra dollar. She accepted the change and put in her pocket, simultaneously replacing her wallet. She leaned against the counter slightly, left foot placed behind her right foot, and she watched, amused, as the two men started arguing over what to call the dadgum cookie. [/style][style=width: 420px; background-color: #e7e7e7; border-bottom: #838383 solid 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]? words 595 ? tags open ? notes first thread! ? creds tis be from ZETTA! of LS & BTN lyrics from rise above this by seether.[/style][style=width: 430px; 10px; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -15px; text-align: left; padding-left: 10px;]i'm fallen down, but i'll rise above this, rise above this[/style]