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Post by Trent Frey on May 30, 2010 23:53:01 GMT -5
There were so many reasons that Lyric shouldn't be here. He could be recognized and sent back to rehab. What he had could be recognized, and he could be sent off to jail instead. But it had been too easy to hook up with his connections, and though he'd had a small amount of money, it had been enough to get started again.
For once in the weeks he'd been free, he was fully clothed, down to the belt and eyeliner, he had a new duffel bag and new supplies, and tonight he was going to celebrate his efforts in a rented room at the Leaky Cauldron. He couldn't help smiling to himself just a little in anticipation.
For now, however, he was getting something to drink. He wasn't really interested in eating, but he was willing to ignore the inevitable stares for a cup of coffee. He'd just make it fast and leave. It was probably near closing time anyway.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 31, 2010 18:13:07 GMT -5
Mano was used to characters. He got witches with pink hair, the rare metamorphmagus that just insisted on showing off over a hot cup of coffee or a sandwich, the brooding teenager forced to come on an outing with his parents, the girl that tried way too hard to catch the eye of the academic young man sitting in the corner. This boy, however, was on an entirely new level. "Now," he said. "I see people come in here all the time, but never have I seen one with a look quite as complete as yours."
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Post by Trent Frey on May 31, 2010 19:39:35 GMT -5
Lyric looked down from the menu board to the man across the counter, one who was looking at him far more closely than even the majority of those who stared. His smile faded at the comment, but he wasn't entirely sure whether it was an insult, so he kept his own comments to himself. "I'll have a pumpkin caffè macchiato, whatever your largest size is," he said. He adjusted his duffel bag, as fresh and new as everything else he wore, and pulled out his money pouch, pleasantly full after the week's activities.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 31, 2010 19:47:50 GMT -5
"Not a compliment man, then," Mano said, then nodded and pushed away from the counter. He wasn't making the drinks himself, but he had decided to take money today, so he rung up the order while his newest drink mixer got started. "I've never seen you around here," he continued once he gave the price.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 31, 2010 19:55:42 GMT -5
Lyric looked at the man cautiously. It took him a moment to associate the politeness he was receiving with the money he was counting out, but he managed the feat and let his guard down just the slightest amount. He didn't usually get treated well in stores either, but he'd discovered recently that if he flashed his money soon enough, people were more tolerant.
"I usually stay in London," he said, going with it for the moment. "The wizarding world doesn't have much that I want." It had wand shops, but he couldn't imagine that he could buy a new wand and remain out of view for much longer.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 31, 2010 20:00:45 GMT -5
"Well, the wizarding world can be a little...stiffling at times," Mano said, nodding. He couldn't see why someone would ever want to leave it, but he knew enough about it that it wasn't that hard to believe that someone with this guy's outward appearance wouldn't be overly accepted. He turned his focus from the register up to the guy to get another good look.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 31, 2010 20:56:13 GMT -5
Lyric lifted his gaze from his money pouch and they stuck on the man across the counter. He hardly recognized the way he was being looked at, but it felt familiar, like heavy nights at free parties or an especially good buzz. The wizarding world can be a little...stiffling. "It can," Lyric said, the words softer than he'd meant them, and more than a little distracted for the moment before he dragged his liquid brown eyes away. Disgusting. He shouldn't think things like that, it was why he was such a twisted freak to begin with.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 31, 2010 21:37:40 GMT -5
"What do you find so stifling? What can the muggle world give you that the wizarding world can't?" Each person that crossed the line had a different reason, and they were rarely something old or something obvious. Was it simply the way he preferred to dress? Mano couldn't decide from what he had seen, but he was very interested in finding out.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 31, 2010 21:58:22 GMT -5
"Stuff you don't want to know about," Lyric said, suspicion returning to his eyes. Nobody had any real interest in him beyond the surface, he knew it. They wanted the idea of him like his mother, like Quinn and Jory had. They wanted what he could give them, like the human waste that approached him on street corners. Guys like this one didn't know a thing about that kind of life, and however much they wanted to understand, they didn't really want to know.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 31, 2010 22:10:32 GMT -5
"You don't know me any more than I know you," Mano pointed out. "How can you know if I want to know or not?" If anything, he wanted to know more now that he had been told he didn't want to know. He leaned against the counter and gave a friendly smile. "Try me." He had heard a little bit of everything since he had bought this place.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 31, 2010 22:20:42 GMT -5
Lyric planted his palms on the counter and leaned slightly over it, his eyes narrowing. "I wouldn't be in the sh~ I'm in now if I'd kept my damn mouth shut in the first place. Why in hell would I tell some straight-laced vanilla Brit? To make me feel better? So he has something to tell his friends over tea? F~. You." Lyric had heard it all from Healers, counselors, and Muggle psychotrists that thought they could fix him by making him relive hell. He wasn't about to crack for a stranger in a coffee shop.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 31, 2010 22:32:51 GMT -5
Mano didn't flinch at the guy and his smile stayed throughout the little outburst. "Do you think you scare me? Or maybe you're trying to prove you're tough? Whatever it is, it didn't work. And if you think I'm some straight-laced vanilla Brit that drinks tea, you're terribly mistaken." He smiled again and straightened.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 31, 2010 22:38:52 GMT -5
Lyric's eyes narrowed further and he straightened in mirror to glare down at the man. "I didn't come in here to prove something, I came to get some f~ing coffee," he said. And he hated being talked down to. This guy had no clue what he was dealing with, and he wasn't about to be enlightened.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 31, 2010 23:06:29 GMT -5
"You're going to get your coffee," Mano assured, flicking a glance over to where the drink was being made. "But it certainly seems to me like you have something to prove." Or else why would the guy have been so defensive almost immediately? He wasn't intimidated at all, though anyone would have to do something very extreme to intimidate him.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 31, 2010 23:28:27 GMT -5
"I've got nothing to prove to anyone, you're the one trying to prove you're better than me talking like that," Lyric said. He straightened again and tugged his duffel bag higher onto his shoulder. "Stikk og heng deg, din drittsekk runknisse," he muttered under his breath.
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Stikk og heng deg, din drittsekk runknisse:
Go hang yourself, you s~bag wanking gnome.
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