The Writer's Café

Star eyed the man suspiciously and fingered one of his weapons. His other hands was still preventing nuclear warfare.

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I'm so glad. I finally LCed. 8 months of work (probably record for longest with active player)
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Congrats Star!!!
@Sam Are you jumping from third person to first person?(alternating each chapter) Because it sorta seems that way to me.
 
"You can never be underprepared." He told the stranger. He was overprepared though, and was tiredly trying to removed his finger without nuking himself.

"I haven't slept for days!" He yelled, and was attempting to hold down the trigger with duct tape.
 
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Ah ok, that's cool
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Stora notices Riddle looking at her oddly. Realizing Riddle might eat her, Stora tries to jump out the cafe door but doesn't go very far.
 
It's been awhile since she's shown her face in the cafe. She almost didn't want to see what damage the cafe had taken in her absence, but she was surprised to find there wasn't much.

Irin sat behind the counter, exhausted. A few cuts and scrapes were seen on her face and arms. She looked down at her coffee and stirred it, almost as if in some sort of trance.
 
"good point sir!" he said as riddle got up and saw him. Riddle quickly lays back down though and doesn't say a word. "well maybe you can help me. I'm looking for a boy with dark brown hair and eyes that look like mine. He's about 6'2.... Oh and he can get on your nerves, is a little over dramatic and instead of saying coffee he says coffay?"
 
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Hey guys! Sorry for not being around. Life has a funny way of catching up with you.

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Irin was trying to figure out what was going on....
 
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