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Post by Elvis Presley on Feb 16, 2006 0:57:45 GMT -5
Elvis lead the way into the diner. When the smell of burgers on the grill hit his nose his stomach started to rumble. He licked his lips and sat at the bar. He took a menu and looked it over, he thought about getting a peanut butter and banana sandwich but decided against it. He wanted something different, a power cheese burger. Double cheese and triple hamburger patties with the works, with a side of Al's twisty fries. His mouth watered at the thought.
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Post by James Dean on Feb 16, 2006 1:16:29 GMT -5
James plopped down next to his friend and tapped his ashes from his tenth cigarette in the ash tray on the counter in front of him. He really should quit the damn things. With a huff he picked up the menu and looked it over. He'd take the diner's specialty, a greasy ass cheeseburger with mess piled on top of and spilling out of the sides. He'd get the fries too, after all he didn't die of a clogged artery... which reminded him. He had to talk to Elvis about this whole life style changing thing... it was bound to be harder then they thought. Personally James loved fast cars and fast women. He didn't want to give up either.
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Post by Elvis Presley on Feb 16, 2006 1:34:32 GMT -5
Elvis inhaled deeply and took in some of James' second hand smoke. The both of them should really quit. "What are you ordering Jim?" He asked raising a hand to get the waitress' attention, which he really didn't need to do because she had an eye on him and James ever since they entered the diner. "Looks like you have an admirer." He teased tilting his head over toward the waitress.
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Post by James Dean on Feb 16, 2006 1:42:21 GMT -5
James sent her a rakish lopsided grin as she blushed and ducked her head as she finished taking someone elses order. "Eh the cheeseburger." He mumbled and waited until the waitress came over the two odered and she left before he spoke again. "So about this whole trying again thing... what do you know about it? Like are there rules involved?" She wondered sucking on his cigarette. He didn't want to have any rules to live by. He didn't like it too much.
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Post by Elvis Presley on Feb 16, 2006 2:05:15 GMT -5
Elvis slicked some stray hair back, "Man, I don't know. I sure hope not. I was pretty happy with my life until the last part." He reached for a coffee cup. "I guess that's the part I have to work on." His eyes looked down at the bar top, then his thoughts drifted away. How could he change his life when the same exact thing was going to happen to him all over again?
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Post by Tacori Nicola Mosley on Feb 16, 2006 4:21:28 GMT -5
When the girls got to Al's they took no time getting inside. Their hunger was driving them. When Tacori stepped through the door she seen something familiar. She knew that big head anywhere. "Well, well, well, Speaking of the devil." She looked back at Quinn, "Quinnlan, this is El."
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Post by Elvis Presley on Feb 16, 2006 4:24:45 GMT -5
Elvis reconized Tacori's voice and quickly turned around, "Hey Cori!" He greeted excitedly. He looked over the other two girls. "Hi, Aaliyah." He mumbles as he looked over at Quinnlan. "And who this might be?" He questions getting off his stool extending his hand out.
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Post by Tacori Nicola Mosley on Feb 16, 2006 4:26:56 GMT -5
"Hi yourself." Tacori replied folding her arms, "This is Quinnlan, Quinnlan Elvis." She moved closer to Elvis, "Down boy!" She whispers inside his ear.
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Post by Tacori Nicola Mosley on Feb 16, 2006 4:28:53 GMT -5
"I'm behavin' myself." He mumbles at Tacori, "Hi Quinnlan. He looks behind himself at James, "He Jim come meet The girls' new friend."
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Feb 16, 2006 4:34:43 GMT -5
Quinnlan smiled sweetly at the man in front of her. He was cute and tall. "You can call me Quinn." She commented. "Quinnlan's usually reserved for when someone's upset with me. Which happens quite often." She joked, laughing at herself.
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Post by James Dean on Feb 16, 2006 4:41:44 GMT -5
James huffed. Their food had just come and he'd just shoved like 7 fries in his mouth at once. He spun around on the stool and went over to join the others. When Elvis moved his big head out of the way he saw the new girl and almost choked on his fries. He recovered and played it cool though. After swallowing he nodded his head in her direction and mumbled a 'hi'. She obviously would know who they were and be in awe of their stardom. But Elvis had dibs on Tacori so this new one was fair game.
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Feb 16, 2006 4:48:48 GMT -5
"Hello. I'm Quinn." She smiled sweetly and noticed that the man standing in front of her now had his hands shoved in his pockets. So they wouldn't be shaking hands. She mentally shrugged. Not important anyway. He was very attractive. She thought then kicked herself for thinking it. She had no time in her life for a man. What would she do if she, Quinnlan Arielle star reporter for AFR found herself attached?! She pondered it for a brief second then her stomach interrupted. "Do you mind if we continue this conversation while we order? I'm starving." She said politely. "Have you boys heard of AFR?..." She trailed off walking over to the counter where she'd seen the man Elvis Presley call Jim come from. She also wondered, as she took a seat on a stool, why everyone in the diner was staring at them.
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Post by Elvis Presley on Feb 17, 2006 13:57:26 GMT -5
Elvis thought for a while, "Hmmm no, I've never heard of the AFR." He stated honestly, "Why don't you tell me something about them." Elvis says sitting back in his spot. He looked over at Tacori who still had her arms folded. "Her Cori, why don't you sit down too?" He offered while patting the stool that was next to him. He noticed that people were starting to take notice. He cleared his throat and tilted his head down toward his plate.
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Post by Tacori Nicola Mosley on Feb 19, 2006 1:44:23 GMT -5
Tacori took a good look at Elvis with his head down, What was going through his head? She wondered. She slowly took a seat next to him and dusted some lint off of his pink dress shirt. "Tell me what's going on in that mind of yours." She mumbled in a caring tone. She cupped her hands inside of one another on her lap. "I'm asking because I care about you...." Her lips curled into a gentle smile, "Is it because of all those people over there looking atcha?" She questions, tilting her head behind him. "El..." She started as she places a hand on top of his, "Tell me what's going on." She waited for his reply.
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Post by Quinnlan Arielle on Feb 19, 2006 1:49:32 GMT -5
Quinn rolled her green eyes. I guess he really didn't care to know anyway. She sighed to herself. It wasn't odd for people to just be polite to her to shut her up. She was used to getting blown off. It came with the territory. She mentally shrugged and ordered a chicken sandwich when the waitress came around. She looked around the diner and noticed people were still staring. Getting annoyed she huffed and turned to anyone who'd listen to her. "What the hell is going on here? Why is everyone staring?"
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