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Post by Jesse Alder on Nov 29, 2014 0:01:49 GMT
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Jesse stretched slowly feeling each bone in his back pop from the simple pressure from the movements. He was tired, and a slow day of work didn’t help anything. Finals were coming up, and between studying and working both jobs, there had been little time for adequate sleep. Once finals were over, he would be at peace, or so he hoped. Until then, however, coffee would be his best friend. Maybe I should have brought some books to study when it’s like this he considered briefly before giving a shake of head. Knowing his luck, if he had, it would have been a busy day. No, for now he’d take a bit of solace in the slower moving situation.
Glancing out the window at the lack of customers in the restaurant, Jesse hesitated for a moment before slowly slipping from the kitchen and into the restaurant itself pealing a few of the required cook wear from himself as he went. Stretching slowly, he sat down on the bar and allowed his back to press up against it. Disinterestedly, sea green eyes scanned over the area as if something or someone out of the ordinary would precipitate into the confines of such a regular place. He knew right then and there he was asking too much. A small smile came to Jesse’s lips before a small shake of head was given.
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Post by Judas Moore on Dec 20, 2014 19:44:53 GMT
Judas revved the motorcycle as he waited for the light to turn green. It was strange being in such a different place then Sumner City. The city was much more hustle and bustle though Georgetown had its own kind of movement. It fascinated him briefly but he didn’t try to focus on it too much or he would drag himself into an abyss and probably crash his bike. Turning down several streets rather lost, he finally decided to pick some place that looked like he would get some attention. His bike was already turning heads and Judas wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that he was on a motorcycle or the fact that they weren’t common at the beach. Finally he did stop at what looked to be a cross between a diner and a restaurant. He…maybe could ask in there. He was hungry- but not too much. Maybe he could find some of his friends. Someone there had to know a bunch of rather astute mechanics. Their personalities were always…nice. Grabbing the key and turning off the bike, Judas took off his helmet and carried it with him. There was a small pause as he wasn’t sure he should really go inside…but he did for his friends. As he stepped inside, Judas felt smothered in a way and he gulped slightly. Suffocation set in slightly but he swallowed twice to get his vocal cords to work. Moving to sit down at the bar next to someone- he put his helmet next to him on the other side. He felt so out of place. Judas turned to the other person warily but hoped he could make some basic conversation. “Hi.” He started off lamely. “I’m looking for a few people…do you mind if I ask you if you’ve seen them?” It was a rather fragmented sentence but being dragged out of his comfort zone to talk to people wasn’t exactly sitting well with him. He would try…for his friends, he reminded himself.
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Post by Jesse Alder on Jan 5, 2015 6:15:10 GMT
The roll of a motorcycle made its way through the windows of the restaurant and to Jesse’s ears wherein the dual haired young man sat up a bit straighter blinking out of his daze. He was sure he had heard it— or at least something that sounded like it. It was only when the bike came driving up that Jesse fully recognized it. Green eyes flashed with interest at the mechanical marvel now sitting out front as its owner paused before entering, and with interest, his head turned to meet the man walking in with a helmet.
There was a brief stare before awkwardly Jesse looked away as the man drew further. He didn’t want to gawk, but it was as if his mental wish for something interesting had just walked through the door. That’s silly the young man mentally reminded himself the logic of such wishes, but it kicked him again that one of three gods had offered him a wish back then. He’d stuttered too much to take it. A soft exhale escaped from Jesse thereafter. He’d probably need to return behind the counter if the man ordered anything. Yes, he should probably be doing that.
Jesse had been about to stand up when the man sat down next to him, and green eyes met blue ones unexpectedly. Jesse’s lips pressed together, and he was aware that in that moment, even if he tried to greet first, he wouldn’t be able to. The ice was broken, however, in the seconds thereafter. He… this person was looking for a few people? And he wanted to know if they’d been seen? Slowly Jesse nodded only to pause upon realizing it probably didn’t mean anything without context. “I…mean yes, I wouldn’t mind hearing a description,” he replied. It hadn’t been the weirdest thing requested of him and certainly wouldn’t mark history as such or so he thought, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he waited.
Unexpectedly, words poured out rather quickly thereafter. “M-my name is J-Jesse, and I’m actually the chef here too, so if you need anything f-feel free to ask,” he finished feeling his pulse elevated. He left those words in the air and stared at the man a bit flushed.
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Post by Judas Moore on Jan 20, 2015 10:20:39 GMT
Judas felt a bit relieved when the man didn’t up and leave. He was not good at actively trying to talk to people. The mechanic friends he had were much more suited for such missions. Their cheery and childlike nature managed to put everyone at ease- even a quite soul such as himself. The other man next to him had strange hair just like his. White-brown-silverish, something with a dash of black. He was never good with colors. After all, Judas never actually did paint jobs on the cars and the like. He was mostly running around and had his head shoved up under a car about ninety percent of the time. The raven-yellow haired man smiled slightly when he heard an affirmative. Reaching into his jacket as the man spoke again- he gave a small nod. “Thank you. My name is Judas.” He wasn’t sure if ‘talking’ was really his specialty. “I’ll look at the menu after you see the picture.” He thought that if the other man was motivated by him buying food- it might net him slightly more information if he did have any. It was something that he felt would be better in the long run anyways. Pulling out the folded picture, he passed it towards the other man. The one with him was a copy, since he didn’t trust anyone else with his memories. However this copy he was not physically attached to. “I’m trying to bring them back home.” He finally murmured. Judas could remember their voices and their laughter at certain antics…but he couldn’t even begin to hear them loudly enough to question if they were there. It was hard for him to openly admit that he need help- but he knew he had to do something if he wanted to find them.
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Post by Jesse Alder on Feb 7, 2015 18:13:29 GMT
Judas. The name repeated itself in Jesse’s mind several times over as he tried to tie the name to the man’s face. Why he felt such a strong inclination to do so, Jesse didn’t know. It wasn’t really necessary for a cook to know the customers as a waiter probably should have, and even a waiter didn’t really need to know a person’s name. However, perhaps it was simply because he had been entrusted with it that he deemed it necessary to remember. Perhaps it was just habit. It didn’t matter too much at the end of the day.
As Judas noted the menu after the picture, Jesse gave a small nod. Green eyes watched as the photo was produced and held forwards, and quietly, he took it into his own hands. Glancing down upon it, green eyes scanned the surface of the image carefully as he would have if he were reading labeling or instructions. While Jesse was far from an expressive artist, he had an eye for taking in information. It was necessary not only in college but in work— all of his work. I’m trying to bring them back home the voice quietly resonated in Jesse’s ears, but he didn’t look up just yet. They didn’t look like family in the picture, or at least Jesse didn’t think so. That didn’t matter, however. Friends could be just as important— or something like that.
Glancing up after a few seconds, Jesse smiled a little uncertainly. “I’m…sorry I haven’t seen any of them,” he admitted glancing down again to recheck as if perhaps his sight or memory would change. Despite the gesture, the people in the photo looked as foreign to him as ever. Biting the inside of his mouth, he wondered if perhaps the Logans would recognize such a person better. Green eyes glanced sideways but didn’t catch sight of anyone at the moment. Ah… oh well.
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Post by Judas Moore on Mar 28, 2015 21:53:06 GMT
Judas kept an eye on the man as he switched between the menu and the stranger. Well a named stranger, but a stranger none the less. Jesse, was obviously more on his level towards the lack of mind-numbing joy of breathing. He loved his friends, but sometimes he couldn’t understand why they were so overjoyed and energetic over the smallest of things. He remembered when they gained a cat in the garage- they were over ecstatically obsessed with the feline. He just enjoyed its company when it deigned it time to spend time with the quiet mechanic. Since they went missing from the event, Judas actually grew closer to the cat. Naming it Ford after a brand of cars- he would let it in the garage at night, making sure it had everything it needed. Ford had become rather close to him- and usually shadowed Judas everywhere. As he got lost in the thought of the strange brown eyed cat- his eyes flicked over when heard Jesse speak. He could only give a nod- not relieved or disappointed. It was a normal outcome- even for the police, so he had grown used to hearing it. It didn’t make it hearing it better, just slightly numb. “Thank you for looking anyways. Do you think anyone else would know them here?” It wouldn’t hurt to ask- as he looked over the menu once more. He had plenty of money to eat- but he felt empty and not hungry at the news of his friend’s still missing disappearances. He supposed a ham sandwich would be small enough for him to have. That would be fine. Flicking his eyes over to the man once more- he noticed that he was really trying to remember, and the thought made his stomach not feel like a void of emptiness. It was nice of him to try so hard. It was nice of him- probably he was attached to his family or friends and would want someone else to feel the same if Judas had to assume. Some emotional reason that was lost on him more than likely. “A promise is a promise though. Any recommendations on the menu?” It was almost strange how he could switch from one tone to the other, as if finding his friends was talking about the weather- but he had long grown used to acting almost coolly instead of depressed since people tried to hug with him and emotionally relate and his brain shut down and forgot how to breathe momentarily from awkwardness. Oh well. If no one knew them here, he would just keep looking.
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