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| [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:289px; background:url(http://www.amigosdoforum.com.b…istinahendricksgif714.gif) center;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #FF6347; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify] muse a. a hard-working woman with too much on her plate. muse b. an overzealous lovebug who works late nights at the local diner. two different souls. two different lives. oh, however could they cross? well, this all began when muse a finished yet another grueling workday at the office. four straight years of working hard, powering through the twelve hour shifts and filling in for those who lacked her motivation, and what did that get her? a promotion? a raise? a pat on the back for trying her best? nope. nope, this got her nothing. this got her to where she was then, walking the same dirty sidewalk to her apartment where she lived alone. tired and hungry and sad, knowing tomorrow would be no different than today and yesterday and even weeks before. waking up to the smell of pollution seeping through her cracked window. static from her busted tv invading her ears. seeing grey and nothing else, partly from her growing depression feasting off her like a beast, and partly from her unpainted walls. breathing while gone. living while dead. is this what her life was? in any case, this hunger was beginning to get to her, and she wouldn't dare continue walking on an empty stomach. tiredly, she stumbled into that diner she walked past every day. with its cheesy, heart-print paint and its cursive welcome sign. the bright glowing light which welcomed all, even at the dead hours of night. muse a's never been there, but what did she have to loose? the food couldn't be that bad. she enters and hears the faint sound of jazz rather than static, playing from the old jukebox in the corner. the room was almost empty, making her heavy steps seem eerily louder than they were. nobody was currently dining at the hour, except for an old man chomping on some bacon and eggs by the window. he seemed even grumpier than her, thus, she leaves him be. she sits upon one of the surprisingly comfortable bar stools and waits to be served. who in their right mind would be working so late? checking her cracked watch once more, muse a confirmed it to be 3:27 am. who knows, maybe the server fell asleep in the back. just as she was about to get up and leave, a strong whiff of coffee hits her, along with a quiet thump of a mug being placed upon the counter. this is the work of muse b, a woman with a smile lined with sunshine and eyes greener than the spring. as if predicting the future of muse a attempting to pay, muse b speaks. "on the house." she strolled away then, tails of her dirtied apron resting calmly 'pon her back, leaving muse a to enjoy her beverage. shock in her eyes, confusion in her chest, she chose to test out a new theory which chose to plague her mind. could she see her again? and this is how they began, the two. muse a would enter the diner every night. 3:27 am. sit upon that same bar stool and be served by the same woman. though this, like her life, repeated itself, this event was different. it was bright. it was hopeful. much like muse b herself. they talked more and more, about their lives and their selves and silly little things. for the first time in forever, muse a began looking forward to the grueling work days. she began to wake up every morning with a smile and a skip in her step. her old personality began to resurface and she began to feel alive. all because of that late-night waitress whom she'd grown unknowingly close with. what will become of the two? what does their spark have in store? will their love blossom or whither away into nothing? will this last? ( my apologies for such a long introduction, my dearie! i suppose the rules are quite clear. be advanced, follow feralfront's policies, yada-yada-yada. you may be any muse of your choosing! go ahead and jump right in! lets kick this story off with a smile, yeah?  if you have any questions about the story, or any ideas as to where it could go, do not hesitate to speak to me about it! i want to make this enjoyable for the both of us. ) |
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek
