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Cafe 13
Feb 3, 2012 17:07:30 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 3, 2012 17:07:30 GMT -5
Cafe 13 is a long-time favorite of the hard-working residents of Raccoon City, who are known to stop in every morning for a hot cup of java, and the occasional donut. Located on a street corner, the front entrance is right on the sidewalk, and the parking lot is around back. The cafe is heavily decorated with fancy wallpapers, fancy furniture, and expensive centerpieces. The front desk is located toward the back, near the entrance to the kitchen. Several tables are placed around the room, and six booths are near the windows. The cafe can seat just under thirty people at any given time, though not often did it get quite that busy.
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Ion
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Cafe 13
Feb 22, 2012 19:05:13 GMT -5
Post by Ion on Feb 22, 2012 19:05:13 GMT -5
[Richard and Anna are at Cafe 13]
Richard and Anna stepped into the cafe, the door jingling as they entered. The place seemed eeriely empty. After the two had scooped out the place, they sat themselves down in a booth to take a breather.
"Ugh, I cut myself on that mattress..." he grumbled, squirming a little. "How about you? You doin' alright?" he asked. He knew something was wrong. Besides the cuts and scrapes that were visible, she had a somber look about her.
"I'm fine," she responded, flatly. She had her hands both placed on the table and she'd kept looking down at them, almost scrutinous. They were dirty and shaking.
"You need to calm your nerves. Why don't you go brew up some coffee, we can talk about things. I don't think this diner's seen business in a while, so I don't think we have to worry about anybody wandering in, heh... sorry, bad joke, bad joke..." he murmured. "A better joke would be that no one will bother us if we just turn the open side around. Right? Am I right?" he smiled trying to cheer her up.
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Cafe 13
Feb 22, 2012 19:16:40 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2012 19:16:40 GMT -5
Anna finally looked up at the man and cracked a smile. It was a terrible joke, not morally, but in general. Still, it was funny that he failed spectacularly at it. She'd scooted out of her side of the booth, leaving her shotgun propped up against the windows, which she'd pulled the blinds down on, prior.
"You're terrible at telling jokes but I'll let that slide on account of the attempt," she told him, wandering on to the kitchen. When she'd gone out of sight, she'd looked around for the coffee machine, three of the chrome canisters had been placed on the farthest counter to her right, probably filled with stale coffee.
She'd began shuffling round, looking for new filters, the coffee grounds and hopefully a crate of spring water. Once she'd found the items, she'd went to work at filling up one of the canisters. It wasn't too long until the smell of fresh brewing coffee had filled the diner, a smell Anna had welcomed. She'd taken that time alone to sit on said counter, wondering just what the hell they were going to do next...and who else was going to die in order for her and Richard to live?
When the coffee had finished brewing, she'd grabbed some steamed mugs and placed them under the canisters, pulling on a small tab to fill them up. She'd picked them up and carefully brought them back out, in mid walk, she'd stopped and chuckled, shaking her head.
"I dunno if you should trust me to help you drink down boiling hot coffee....with my nerves shot and all," she told Rich, smiling half-heartedly.
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Ion
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Cafe 13
Feb 22, 2012 19:40:24 GMT -5
Post by Ion on Feb 22, 2012 19:40:24 GMT -5
"I'll get a straw," Rich said, pulling out a thin red straw with his teeth from a nearby stand. "Ready to deploy," he said with teeth clenched. Anna placed the mug down in front of him, laughing out loud.
"Still a chance you could tip the mug over and spill it all over your lap. That would still suck, just not as much as it would have spilling in your face," she told him.
"I'll take my chances," he said dropping the straw into his mug. "So here's the million dollar question: how do you think all this started? I mean, where's patient zero, the smoking gun, the unibomber, what?"
The officer sat back on her side of the booth, grabbing for a couple packs of sugar and cream. "I don't know...didn't really think about it...I mean there was that whole ordeal with the S.T.A.R.S. team earlier this year... they mentioned crap exactly like this happening in the ol' Spencer Estate," she began, pouring the contents in her mug. "Everyone thought they were crazy, guess we were wrong...or someone was covering something up..." she trailed off. "Did you want any sugar or cream in your coffee? And I'm not calling you gay."
"Yeah thanks, on both counts, the cream and the not calling me gay," he said, as she poured some cream into his drink. "Heard about that. Whole police unit goes up in smoke in the woods outside town. Crazy talk of secret labs and crazy experiments before the whole crime scene conveniently goes up in smoke. Guess it wasn't all that crazy huh?"
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Cafe 13
Feb 22, 2012 19:58:52 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2012 19:58:52 GMT -5
Anna added the extra contents into Rich's coffee and began to stir it together. "Guess not...huh, what's funny is they called it all on Umbrella. Guess I wasn't so paranoid for my preference to Tylenol."
"Umbsprin tastes like sh*t anyway," Rich added.
"Yeah, I used it once and my tongue went numb for a coupla hours...I'm not even exaggerating," she responded, taking a sip of her own coffee.
"Do you think it's safe to still use their medical sprays?" Rich asked, sipping his own.
The redhead frowned, wondering about that, momentarily. "Probably not. I mean, there hasn't been any bad reports on it, I heard it actually healed burns, but for all we know, it could have like...I dunno, caused all of this."
"There expensive as hell, thats for sure," Rich grumbled. "This sh*t's straight out of some horror movie, I tell ya..."
"Doesn't feel like one...." Anna responded, rubbing at her aching shoulders. "I feel like I got my ass royally kicked, which reminds me, I need to wrap up your wound...how deep is it, can you tell?" she asked him, digging through her bag for the large tin case.
Rich shimmied out of the booth and lifted his tank top up. "It's not too deep, just nicked me I think."
Anna took a look at it and nodded, setting the tin back ontop of the table. Lifting the top off, she'd rummaged through the makeshift kit and sighed. "We're almost out of gauze and bandages...you keep using them all," she said hald jokingly, half concerned. She'd pulled the antibacterial cream out and the antispetic bottle. Ripping some napkins from thir casing, she'd began to disinfect the wounds, spread on some of the cream and applied the gauze.
"Anywhere else need care?" she asked him.
"Nah, naw, that's it. You should take care of yourself now. That fall busted you up quite a bit," he chuckled a little and smiled.
Anna touched at her face and grimaced. "Yeah, I think there was some glass in the dumpster. Didn't agree with me at all...I'm glad I had my jacket on."
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Ion
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Cafe 13
Feb 22, 2012 20:24:28 GMT -5
Post by Ion on Feb 22, 2012 20:24:28 GMT -5
"So tell me a little about yourself," Rich said as he shimmied back into his seat. "I've told you about my rambling days, but what about yourself. What makes Anna McGraw tick?"
Anna had been using the napkin holder as a mirror while she cleaned herself up. She'd suddenly looked up at Rich's face and squinted an eye. "Uh...my life really isn't all that interesting...was born in Houston, left to a farmstead in Ashland Kentucky when my parents split...lived with my old man...um.. got bullied in school, kicked bully ass later, helped protect my cousin Katherine and---KATHERINE!" she immediately shouted, bringing both her hands to her face again. "I completely forgot her and her family are here! Oh my God!" she shouted.
"What-what-what's wrong, what do you mean they're here? Like here here, in the city here?" Rich said, getting worried alongside his friend.
She'd raked her hands through her fringes and shook head head. "Yeah, they live in the exact apartment complex as I do...Christ, how could I just forget them like that...they have Kylie and she's...oh my God, we have to go back!" she told him.
"Back? Like back to the apartments?" Rich sipped a bit of his coffee and slumped back. "Oh man, that's gonna be a helluva walk... what if she's not there?"
Anna applied some of the antibacterial cream on one of her cuts and looked on at Rich again. "That's true...we need to get your cuffs off and then we can go check the library or the school, right? Maybe John got to them by now... John will protect them..." she reassured herself.
"John? Who's John?"
"That's my cousin's husband. He's a police officer too. Good shot, won't let nothing get between him and his family."
"Well... I hope you're right. How far away is the locksmith?"
"Not too far away, it's just a few stores down, actually. Why, are you ready to go, now?" she asked, obviously concerned.
"Are you ready to go?" Rich asked the woman as she applied antibacterial cream to her face.
"I asked you first, you're the one that has to deal with your arms being pinned behind your back, besides, I'm going to go grab the first aid kit from the kitchen and sort through it. Maybe I can find some smaller bandages for my cuts and extra for you," she explained.
Rich shimmied out of the booth for the last time. "Alright, I'm ready."
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Cafe 13
Feb 22, 2012 20:31:24 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 22, 2012 20:31:24 GMT -5
Anna grabbed the shotgun from the seat and proceeded to add another shell into the chamber. She'd pumped it once and slung it over her shoulder. She had went on to close the tin and carried it and her bag over to the kitchen. Moving toward the back of the restraunt, she'd quickly found the bright red first aid box on the wall.
She'd gestured toward it and went on to open the casing, sorting through it's many contents. She picked out what looked useful and not too long after, her hand hovered over the first aid spray. She'd immediately taken notice of the Umbrella logo and shut the box, leaving it there to be someone else's problem.
She'd closed up the newly supplied tin and stuffed it in her bag, hauling it onto her back.
"I'm ready," she told Rich, escorting him out of the diner.
[Rich and Anna have left Cafe 13.]
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