[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:250px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:2px solid #3b3b3b,bTable] I'VE BEEN A FOOL AND I'VE BEEN BLIND It was just like any other ordinary day in Crescent Moon Bay. The quiet that she usually didn't mind was killing her. She was just hoping to hear the sound of that ever familiar bell to ring. That would mean that she had a customer and she'd be off making some tea. She had been in the town long enough for several people to know where it was located but she still didn't get nearly enough customers. It wasn't like the shop was cursed or anything and just because she was a vampire didn't mean it either. Her business had been doing well for a while but she felt like the pace had dropped down quite a bit. She hated to think why people would stop coming so often especially when they knew her tea was delicious and the service was wonderful. She'd be down right mad if it had anything to do with the hunters. They knew she was one of the enlightened after all an as such she was a lot nicer than the others. She was a person too so she had every right to be there in the town living like a normal human being even if she was a vampire. Amaya unconsciously lifted her hand to the back of her neck and touched the place where she had been bitten so long ago. It had nothing to do with the fact that she owned a tea shop. It had nothing to do with the tea either. It was just unfair if that was going to be how they played. She didn't deserve that especially since it wasn't like she killed the humans she hunted; she was careful. It was just at that moment that she heard the sound of the bell ring from over the top of the door. She hopped up from the chair she had been sitting at in the back part of the shop and made her way to the front. She had been doing homework that she had received from one of her classes. That was mainly why she had gotten a bell for the door to make sure that she'd hear when a customer came into the store. She came to stand behind the counter and gave a smile to the person that had entered the shop. "Hello~ Welome~" Amaya said in a sing song tone of voice. "What can I get you?" [/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:-125px; border:2px solid #3b3b3b; background-image:url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h113/planarpotence/Icons/Yuuko%20Ichihara/086.png); margin-bottom:5px] tags: Anyone words: 403 notes: Outfit credit to ALPHA of GS and BTN.

The Taxi came to a sudden and screeching halt, much to Cody's annoyance. He was nearly thrown into the glass dividing the driver from him, and his briefcase was thrown from the seat next to him and slammed into the back of the passenger side seat.

"Dammit man, what's with the lead foot on the brake?"

"You don't like the way I drive, then get your own car!" the man replied back, an aging gentlemen who spoke in a heavy accent.

"Driving makes me sick." he muttered, passing up his cash with a hefty tip, not wanting to stay in the vehicle longer than was absolutely necessary. The Driver was delighted however, and began to swoon over his ten dollar tip. Cody had had enough, and he flung the door open and nearly flung himself out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. It was ironic that he would get all of this pent up frustration just to arrive at a place that was supposed to relax you. The Cafe in front of his had built a small name for himself, and it was calm and quiet enough that the young man would enjoy the venue. He was never a man of many words, and beer always caused him to relive things he didn't want. Tea seemed to have an uncanny ability to make you remember the good things, and good things, whatever they were, were much better than reliving war, death, and crashes in helicopters.

As he sighed, holding his briefcase tightly, he made his way inside, the bell on the door ringing in delight as the store seemed to welcome, almost beckon him inside. Before he even had the chance to look around however, he found himself greeted by a slightly pale, tall, and wonderfully curved Asian women. Forgetting his voice for a moment, the brash Irish-American managed to open his mouth, replying in a slightly deep, yet heavy Irish accent.

"Ah...Thank you ma'am." his voice swayed only slightly, yet he regained his composer with an ever so slight scowl upon his face.

"Earl Grey I suppose, European if you can manage."

He looked quite uncomfortable. Out of place as it was, he wore a grey Suit with a loose blue tie, and undershirt, and black shoes that looked like they had come from the old country. Though only 26, he had a much older aura about him, as if he had seem things that he shouldn't have at such a young age. Weather or not they were dark, or simply traumatic was yet to be known, even from Cody. Yet his piercing green eyes and black hair seemed to contrast and clash significantly. This might even be true about his personality, but for the past year, Cody had been stewing in anger and confusion, wondering if he was crazy, or had just seen something he shouldn't have.

Yet he remained standing quietly, awaiting the order of where to sit. He was a guest after all, and without direction, Cody was lost at times, unless of course, that was in the air. There, in that place, no one could direct him. He was free there, at home.