@amber_is_in_a_loop
I have a terrible memory sorry
Lol no worries I do too :) She's the one who murdered them all. She was the madwoman. I'll make her a little less murderous for our purposes haha
I have a terrible memory sorry
Lol no worries I do too :) She's the one who murdered them all. She was the madwoman. I'll make her a little less murderous for our purposes haha
lmao
btw I couldn't care less what happens to my character in terms of wounds etc, so feel free to bash her up as much as you want
also good idea w the coffee shop
Good to know! And thanks, do you wanna make a more precise plot or kind of wing it?
idrc, up to you
Ok well I think with the idea it should be enough? And if we need to we set things up more clearly?
Oh nice profile pic!
yeah sure, good idea
thanks, I just sort of went hunting on Pinterest for a picture that looked like Isobel
Cool beans
So do you wanna start or shall I?
could you, if that's alright?
I gtg but I'll be back as soon as possible
Gasping, Alice stumbled into the public subway bathroom. With trembling hands, she stared into the mirror, adjusting her hair. She hunched her shoulders and stared down into the sink, rocking back and forth. A trembling sob escaped her throat. She turned on the water: a thin, cold trickle of water fell into the basin.
Five minutes later, she exited the subway looking clean and collected. Straightening her blue skirt, she pasted a smile on her face and went into the coffee shop. Another carbon copy of an old routine.
I gtg but I'll be back as soon as possible
No problem. Also, I have an idea for Alice's character development but it'll make her very close to a full on lunatic, just to check that's alright with you?
Isobel stood in front of a large oval mirror, tugging on the ends of the floppy black bow keeping her hair out of her face. She checked the time: 7:30 am, almost late by her standards. Whistling for Eddie, she took his leash from its usual spot and securely fastened it to the dog's collar.
She had a strict schedule to keep her life from spiralling out of order, and the third task after eating breakfast and getting dressed was to walk her dog. It was one of her unusually free days, classes didn't start until after noon, so after passing by the café she frequented at, she decided that she would bring her books and notes to read and study until it was time for her to get back on campus.
It was a brisk day, which prompted Isobel to wrap her black scarf a little more securely around her neck as she steered Eddie around a group of pedestrians. The door to the café opened and shut somewhere behind her, bringing on an odd feeling of unsettlement. She brushed it off, continuing her walk and trying to convince herself that she was not, in fact, being watched.
I gtg but I'll be back as soon as possible
No problem. Also, I have an idea for Alice's character development but it'll make her very close to a full on lunatic, just to check that's alright with you?
that sounds great!
Alice was settled behind the bar at the cash register, and had just finished serving an older gentleman when the student usual walked past with her dog. Alice allowed herself a moment of distraction to watch her stalk past the cafe window towards the grassy area. A cautious smile appeared on Alice's lined face. What a pretty girl.
She tapped Mike on the shoulder, the signal to tell him to take her post for a minute, and went to the window. She watched as the student readjusted her scarf and kept on walking towards the university. The student looked behind her quickly, and Alice quickly retreated back to her post.
(wait is Isobel in the cafe now?)
By the time Isobel arrived back at her flat to drop Eddie off and grab her books, she had completely forgotten about her earlier unsettlement, and was cheerfully humming while she went through her binders and notes. Selecting a few to study from and pulling Jane Eyre from her bookshelf, she adjusted her black knee-length skirt, locked the door to her flat and made her way back to the coffee shop.
(wait is Isobel in the cafe now?)
no, she just walked by it and made a mental note to come back after she finished walking her dog, sorry if I was unclear
(got it)
(gtg dinner, shouldn't be long)
(kk)
Alice was focused on the latte she was making when boiling milk started pouring from the machine. She stepped back, a shiver rippling through her body. She pushed past Mike, giving him sharp "Help me!" as she walked past him, grabbed a sponge from the sink at the other end of the bar and sprinted back to the machine. It was fine. There was no milk, no spillage, no problem. She tightened her fist on the sponge until the feel of her nails digging into her palm brought her back down. She held her breath and gently settled the sponge down on top of the machine, took the latte she'd made and, smiling, handed it to the woman.
(OK, so her hallucinations will be in italic so I don't confuse myself or you)
(gotcha)
(hallucinations are so fun to write)
Isobel gently pushed the door of the café open, smiling at the familiar jingle of the bell. Once inside, she slipped her coat off her shoulders, leaving it hanging loosely off her elbows, and took her place at the end of the line. She glanced at the menu, reminding herself not to get anything too large, as she'd just eaten breakfast. The hot cocoa with dark chocolate looks good…, she thought to herself, not being able to resist the temptation of one of her favourite foods.
(lol she's a sucker for dark chocolate)
(mmhhm I know where she's coming from)
Alice looked up from her work. The student had just walked in. She was looking up at the menu, a slight smile playing on her lips. Alice found herself smiling as well. She wrapped a croissant up in paper for the boy in front of her and the student was next. Alice looked her in the eye: nice eyes, as well.
"Hello. What can I get you?"
The girl looked at her. "Fuck off. I'm straight."
Alice's smile morphed into an expression of unaltered hurt and she looked down. "Sorry about that."
(same tho)
Isobel blinked in confusion at the barista. "Sorry about what? Are you alright?", she said in concern, glancing around to see if anyone had said anything. No one was paying any attention to either of them, however, which only served to perplex her further. The barista was one that she'd seen often during her time as a student, but had never really spoken to past the usual thank yous and polite orders of coffee.
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