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Post by Maeve Cardona on Jan 5, 2016 7:03:18 GMT
The lobby door slid open with a swoosh as Maeve exited the building, steam almost literally coming out of her ears. She didn't know if maybe she was just in a rut, or if she forgot how to use her trusty Slosher, or if the sheer number of LV 50's who were too agro for their own good and seemed to be playing anything but a turf war were too much for her to handle, but Maeve had lost her "So HAWT" vibe all the way back down to "Chill" in a matter of games-- and boy oh boy she wasn't pleased. Not to mention all the squidbaggers out there only rubbed salt into her ego's wound. She loved turf wars, don't get her wrong, she loved the game and love playing the game-- but goddamn, she couldn't help some days to just hate the people who play it.
Which, in a way, was kinda a lie, too. Many of the people who play this game she knows personally, and on a rather good level.
Moving her tinted shades to rest on top of her cornflower-blue hair, and walked into Inkopolis' famed coffee shop to try and unwind for a bit. Because you know what they say: "A cup of coffee a day keeps the anger away." Begrudgingly, she shoved her hands into her pockets of her orange cardigan, she fiddled with her wallet with one hand while having half a mind to whip out her phone with the other hand, claiming her spot in line so she can order herself a warm, caffeinated beverage.
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Post by Casper Boone on Jan 5, 2016 8:14:09 GMT
It was too early to be conscious - even if it was the middle of the day.
Sleep deprivation wasn't exactly something Casper was unused to, but familiarity didn't make it any less unpleasant to have to deal with. No matter how many days he spent regretting how late he'd stayed up the night before, though, he never could seem to break the cycle. He doubted he ever would.
Heavy-lidded and slouched over, it was all he could do not to fall asleep at the table he was seated at. While he'd never been a fan of coffee, if there was anything that'd make staying up less painful, it was caffeine, and he choked it down regardless of how bitter it tasted - no amount of sugar or whipped cream could change the fact that it was still just bean water. Not even the music playing from his headphones seemed to be helping him feel any less tired.
It was only when some motion from through the shop window caught his attention that he lifted his head, blinking, and glimpsed Maeve. Interest piqued, his violet gaze followed her when she came through the door and stepped in line. It didn't take long to notice how tense her posture was, let alone the vaguely irritated look upon her face. It also didn't take very long for him to notice how attractive she was, and that woke him up fairly quickly. Pulling his headphones down around his neck, he sat up a bit straighter, giving her a quick up-down. A smile tugged at his lips. Maybe today wouldn't be horrendously painful, after all.
Careless to give his approach much thought, Casper picked up his drink, stood up from his booth, and began at a languid pace towards Maeve, looking around in a casual manner as he did so. It wasn't until he came to an eventual stop a foot or two away from her that he paused to take a sip of his coffee, then refocused his attention upon her and began nonchalantly, "Rough day?" Nailed it. |
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Post by Maeve Cardona on Jan 5, 2016 8:54:47 GMT
She hadn't noticed him at first-- by this point she had given up keeping her phone in her pocket and began looking up her rank (finding comfort that these last few games didn't drop her down at all)-- but when she did, Mae kinda regretted not having her glasses on. Now, despite her ticked state, she'd have to try and not give him stank look-- which she hoped she wasn't doing. Giving him a barely noticeable look down, she nodded, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Yeah-- I guess you could say that."
She bit the inside of her lip looking back at the phone in her hand, locking he screen as she put it back in her pocket. The person in the front of the line seemed to either A) not know what the hell they're doing in regards to ordering A cup of coffee, or B) they were just taking their sweet-ass time. Either way, it was holding up the line, and instead of getting pissed over that, too, might as well make light conversation. It couldn't hurt, right? Right? Besides, he didn't seem that bad, for now.
"But hey, it's whatever. Just a.. a turf war gone wrong. Or two, or three."
She shook her head, moving up a step as the line moved. Ah jeeze, she thought, the register is so close!
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Post by Casper Boone on Jan 8, 2016 0:51:26 GMT
While far from satisfied by the casual glance given his way, Casper wasn't disheartened. She hadn't completely ignored him, anyway, so things were going just fine! Any amount of social interaction was better than just sitting by himself and drinking coffee - especially when he didn't even particularly like coffee. His interest was piqued at the sound of her response, and for a moment he was worried she wasn't going to elaborate; that is, until she continued, this time mentioning turf war. In spite of the effort he'd put in to appearing nonchalant, Casper couldn't help himself when his face lit up with poorly-contained enthusiasm. "Oh, sweet! You play?" he blurted before he could stop himself, apparently unbothered by the fact that she hadn't been having the best of luck - not to mention that there didn't seem to be many people who weren't interested in turf war, especially among those in his age group. Evidently catching himself a second later, he managed to smooth over his expression and corrected himself, speaking more calmly this time, though he was still unable to keep the warm smile from his face, "I mean -- sorry it hasn't been going too well, though. I know how that is." There was a vaguely sheepish air about him, but it only lasted for a moment before he paused to look around, as if searching for something, and then returned his attention to Mae and asked, sounding caught between curiosity and surprise, "Where's your team at? You're not playing solo, are you?"Maeve Cardona ; sorry for taking so long to reply!! |
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Post by Maeve Cardona on Jan 10, 2016 6:39:16 GMT
"Well, uhm-- yes? Kinda?"
Mae bit he lip slightly, looking at the counter as if she was keeping track of the line, but in reality was looking for the words to say. The second question was an easy one-- yeah, she had been playing a few solo round. Thy weren't that great, no but she had made her rounds in the solo lobby. The first question, well, it was a no but kind of a yes? This jack-of-all-trades squid doesn't limit her abilities to just 3 other squids. In fact, for the low price of 100 cash-- compared to what these teams make on a roundly basis, it was pretty low. Lower than some of the other squids who did the same thing-- She would come in for the day as a "team stand-in", filling up whatever spot of the team that was missing. And of course, she would stand in for free for a few close friends of hers. So no-- she didn't have a team, but she was technically part of a few? A bit confusing, really. But that doesn't mean she's never thought about making her own team. It's just... difficult. To say the least.
She thought it best to not mention it, though.
Mae nodded "Yeah, I am. Easier to grind exp points, I think." She shrugged, moving up with the line as she spoke."Besides, you meet a lot of cool people that way, right? Or, a lot of assholes-- it depends on your luck." just like how her own luck had been below par today. But, if she was asked if she enjoyed playing solo or with a team, she'd probably prefer solo. Mae would consider herself an adaptable person, and playing solo matched only helped her hone that attribute, having to change her tactics based on those around her in a moments notice. And besides, as much as she loves some of her friends, it's hard to stay that way after a constant stream of fuck ups. But who know, she'll find a team, she's sure. If anything, Maeve would love to team up with her sister-- maybe even her sister's classmate Cas and his ink-brush main roomate-- but it's a lot harder to convince her than it looks.
Just Mae's luck, she supposed.
"What about you? You look like you took a good few beatings yourself." She commented, and despite the cup of coffee he had in his hand, she figured it probably wasn't strong enough to put him back up on his feet. Which wasn't surprising in the slighest-- the coffee here was always too weak for Mae's liking. Normally, the smaller tanned inkling would get an extra shot-- two if she was desperate-- to get it to the strength she's used to.
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Post by Casper Boone on Jan 13, 2016 5:29:43 GMT
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Eagerly awaiting Mae's response, his features adopted a look of fascination when she finally did speak. She played solo regularly? It was difficult for him to deny just how impressed he was - then again, just about anyone who was even remotely skilled at Turf War was capable of impressing him, but solo players were on an entirely different level as far as he was convinced. It took a lot of skill to be able to hold out on your own like that - even if solo players weren't technically alone, it was unpredictable at the very least. Adapting to the play styles and tactics of different members every time you went to play a game couldn't be easy. It was enough to earn his respect. After all, there had been a time when he'd tried going it alone, himself...
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Having since lost the ability to pretend as though he was actually interested in drinking the beverage in his hand, he placed it absently upon a nearby table, though still without allowing his attention to wander from Maeve's face. A smile tugged at his lips when she continued. "Oh, yeah. I guess you've had some shit luck today, in that case," he replied, an amused air to his voice. "Unless you always look that angry." His smile broadened, waning with some surprise only when she proceeded to ask him why he looked so out of sorts - his grin was swift in its return, however, and he cast his gaze elsewhere, rubbing the back of his neck with a bit of awkward laughter.
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"Uh, I mean -- yeah, but not the sort of beating's you're thinking about. I just didn't get a lot of sleep," he said, dropping his hand back to his side. "Actually, I think I got, like... an hour, tops. I just lost track of time while I was clubbing. Nothin' too outta the ordinary, y'know." Returning his attention to Mae's face again, he crossed his arms and continued, smile returning, "I wish I'd been playing Turf War all morning; I don't really do solo, though." He neglected to add that it was less out of his own personal preference and more due to the fact that nearly every team he ended up on usually lost because of him - it was tough putting up with the constant death glares and verbal abuse from his unfortunate teammates.
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Post by Maeve Cardona on Jan 19, 2016 23:07:10 GMT
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"Oh, most definetly. I'm the grumpiest turf war player you've ever met. No happy sunshine bullshit for me."Maeve rolled her eyes at the sarcasam-laced response, but smiled (a real one) nonetheless. Though, in all honesty, her remark wasn't completely off--kinda. Mae could get riled up pretty easily, and with her hot-headed nature, it's not hard to get her mad-- for whatever stupid reason. Honestly, she would've been normally ticked off right now-- instead of making light conversation before her second cup of coffee for the day. But something felt a little odd this time around-- maybe he just caught her in just the nick of time before she was too far-gone with her pissy attitude, or maybe it was something else-- whatever it had been, it certainly made the difference, so she wouldn't question it. Besides, being at least a little contempt is better than being angry.
She watched him whilst he continued on, taking note of his laid-back mannerisms, and his apparent thing for clubbing (something she'd have to most definitely bring up later) as he responded to her question. Her casual smile hadn't left quite yet, nodding lightly on some parts and holding back a laugh on others. She did drop her smile when he mentioned playing turf wars all morning, and she practically rolled her eyes to the back of her head while sporting a mean scowl.
Okay, that was exaggerating a bit, but one got the idea.
"Ugh, please. You're honestly lucky that you didn't. This morning's round of players were just a bunch of agro, base camping, squidbagging dickbags who arent worth the time--"
"Next?"
Hearing the cashier chime for the next person almost had maeve singing for joy, but the smaller blue inkling was able to contain herself as she quickly turned to the other inkling, continuing where she left off, but on a different note.
"Hold that thought-- let me place an order--"
And thus, the fastest coffee order was delivered from Mae to the cashier. Mae's seen this cashier before, and this wasn't the first go-around of ordering she's had with them, but hasn't been here long enough for Mae to spit out 'the usual' and expect the coffee she normally ordered. The inkling at the register nodded in concentration as she spewed out the order, and smiled contemptibly when going through the paying process with the foreign inkling. Mae then turned back to the boy she had been speaking to, subtly leading him over to the pick-up counter as she spoke.
"Sorry, what was I going on about again?"
mmmmMMMMM I TOOK SO LONG but here have mae and the fastest coffe order ur sons probably ever seen.
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Post by Casper Boone on Jan 20, 2016 7:56:45 GMT
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Pleased to find that he'd actually managed to get Maeve smiling, he felt his own broaden subconsciously in response. He'd been optimistic when he approached her, but he hadn't expected such a genuinely amiable response. It was just the kind of pleasant surprise he needed to distract himself from his exhaustion. He grinned at her sarcastic remark, adding an equally playful "I can see that" in response. He was rather enjoying her change in temperament when, abruptly, her disposition shifted once more, the words to leave her lips next clipped, edged with frustration, and... foreign? Abruptly at a loss, he blinked at Mae, feeling caught between amusement and confusion. She'd certainly gotten worked up quickly, not that she was any less charming when she was teeming with rage. He fought the urge to smile again, lips twitching.
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Careless to pay much of any attention to the cashier, he busied himself simply by observing her mannerisms - namely, the way that her mood flipped on a dime; first aggravated, then amused, then aggravated again, and then filled with palpable excitement over something as trivial (and unappealing, in his personal opinion) as coffee. Composure slipping, he couldn't help himself when he smiled again. "Sure, go ahead," he said, watching with poorly-suppressed fascination as she went up to the counter and placed her order. The speed at which she did so only served to fascinate him even further. How often did she get coffee here, anyway?
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Casper's brow was still lifted in surprise by the time she finished and returned her attention to him, already making her way to the pick-up counter. Endlessly amused, he shook his head and laughed under his breath, following close behind her. "Man, you must really like coffee," he observed, sounding entertained. At her inquiry, Casper hesitated, fighting a smile. "Oh, uh, I think you were saying something about base camping, squidbagging... something -- you're not from around here, aren't you?"
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