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ORPG ~ May good luck be a friend in whatever*

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:

May good luck be a friend
in whatever you do.
And may trouble be
always a stranger to you

gelieve niet te reageren.

Gabriel ‘Gabe’ Misha Collins
22

I could give you my devotion
until the end of time
and you will never be forgotten
with me by your side

En jij mag beginnen <3 @Hoothoot

Azelf
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Azelf schreef:
Harper Abe Wilson // 25

Azelf
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Azelf schreef:
The party last night may have been crap, but it was nothing in comparison to the morning that would follow. Which, in turn, didn’t hold a candle to the horrible afternoon afterwards. And even now, it was getting quite late already, my situation hadn’t improved the slightest bit.
Right as I stepped outside, on my way to go home and get this day over with as quickly as possible, I felt something wet dripping down. Of course. Right when you think things can’t possibly get worse, it starts raining.
Not even two minutes after I left the library, my jacket was soaked with water. My glasses were quickly rendered useless, covering my field of vision with drops of rain. And to make matters worse, the puddle I stepped in after crossing the street was about five inches deeper than I expected. I cursed out loud as I felt the cold water seep into my shoe. Even my socks couldn’t be spared from the horror that was this day.
Just as I thought I heard the crashing of thunder, I noticed a sign in a window. “Open”, it said. I didn’t have to think twice before turning, opening the door and ducking inside for shelter. I slammed the door closed behind me and leaned against it, allowing myself to catch my breath for a moment.
Then I looked up. Apparently, I’d walked into a coffee shop. Perfect. It was warm, it smelt nice, but most importantly, it was dry. I made eye contact with the last employee in the shop and forced a small smile.
For one moment, I thought I may have finally gotten lucky in finding this place. And then I glanced at the large clock, hanging on the wall opposite me. 19:58, it told me. Exactly two minutes before the store was supposed to close.
“Oh god,” I started, “I’m sorry. You probably just cleaned up and here I am, barging in, dripping water everywhere.”
With one hand I took off my glasses and ran a hand over my short hair, wiping some of the water out of my face.
“I just can’t seem to catch a break today,” I said. I smiled, but it quickly turned into a joyless grimace. “First I’m late and hungover to a presentation – my own presentation, might I add – then I get chewed out by my boss for micromanaging my coworkers, whatever that means. According to my roommate, my dog puked all over the carpet while I was dealing with my friend, who decided that studying biology makes me psychiatrist, qualified to deal with her bullshit breakup, and my mom has called me approximately twelve times today, which can’t possibly mean anything good for me.”
I took a long breath. Then I looked back at the employee and sighed.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit of a mess right now. I’ll get out of your hair.” I bent over to pick up my bag, which I had set down upon entering, and turned to open the door again. But I hesitated for a moment, already looking up to walking back into the rain.

Anoniem
Popster

HarryStyles schreef:
It were the Tuesday evenings that were the most lonely. People stopped coming in from five thirty and after that there was nothing else to do but wait until 8 PM to close down and leave back home. Most people would hate it, having to wait several hours, mostly alone, doing absolutely nothing until they got to go home. I didn’t mind that much. I liked having these few hours to myself, cleaning up the place, listening to the soft music playing through the store. Tuesday evenings were the most cozy and warm evenings. Most people who went for coffee at this hour went to StarBucks. No one would visit such a small and almost invisible coffee shop.
I myself wasn’t a fan of Starbucks. Everytime I would walk past all I would see were people in a hurry. People hurrying to get out of there, people hurrying to make the coffee, waiting for their next break. I wasn’t a great fan of hurrying. I liked taking things slow, so I’d be able to enjoy every single second from doing the thing that I had to do. People who came in here didn’t come to hurty, they came for the coffee or tea. They came for our killer brownies that I often made every morning before the shop opened. People came here to enjoy themselves and enjoy their friends or loved ones.
As I was wiping the counter for the fifth time that afternoon, I was softly singing along to the song playing on the radio. For the first time, by The Script. The store felt warm and I was loving it. Never would I have expected that door to suddenly open.
When it did, I looked up, shutting my mouth immediately. My eyes went to the door and fell on a young man standing in the doorway. He looked tired, upset even. I almost didn’t have the heart to tell him that we were about to close. And luckily I didn’t have to, he did himself. Quietly I stood there, at seven fifty nine PM on a Tuesday evening, listening to the life story of a handsome young man that I didn’t even know. I could feel my heart sink in my chest. It sounded like this boy had had the worst day ever and I wasn’t going to make that any worse by letting him go out into the rain.
“Hang on a minute,” I said just before he walked out of the door. I got away behind the counter and took a better look at the guy, I didn’t have the heart to tell him to go, to just let him walk out of there back into the rain and back to his horrible day.
“I can stay open a bit longer, and you sound like you need to vent for a bit. So sit down, tell me everything. Do you want some coffee? No charge.” I smiled at him sincerely. Not even for a million bucks would I have let that guy walk out of that door. I didn’t mind staying open a bit longer for him. It wasn’t like anyone else would walk in and I could easily clean while listening to him venting. It was no problem for me and he truly looked like he needed it, so who was I to not give the poor lad what he needed?

@Hoothoot

Azelf
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Azelf schreef:
I looked up, my eyebrows raised in surprise. “Are you sure?” I asked, glancing at the clock again. My attention was pulled back to the window by a flash of lightning, though, and I decided not to try too hard to change the boy’s mind.
I turned on my heels and wandered a little further into the store. “Thank you,” I said, while shrugging off my coat, heavy with water. “I’d love some coffee.”
As I sat down, I took another look at the boy behind the counter. A sense of familiarity washed over me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, however. I knew I hadn’t been in the coffeeshop before – my schedule had been far too busy lately for that kind of things – so I couldn’t have seen him there. But then why did I feel like I knew him? Was my exhaustion finally getting to me and was I starting to imagine things?
“Excuse my staring,” I said, once I realized how long I’d really been looking at him, “It’s just that I feel like I know you somehow. What’s your name?” I took off my glasses again, this time to try and clean them up a little. But alas, even my t-shirt had gotten wet in the rain. I sighed, feeling incredibly sorry for myself for a moment.
Then I realized something. If my t-shirt had gotten wet even while wearing a jacket…
I jolted up from my position and grabbed my bag, all the while swearing under my breath.
As I opened it, every student’s worst nightmare greeted me. The thin fabric of my backpack had done less than nothing to stop the rain from getting to the bag’s contents.
“Just when you think your day can’t possibly get any worse,” I sighed, as I pulled out several soaked notebooks, but more importantly, my laptop. I didn’t even have to try booting it up to know that it was a lost cause.
“You don’t happen to have any rice back there, do you?” It was meant as a joke, to try and lighten the mood, but it came out a lot sadder than I intended. I buried my face in my hands, trying to figure out what I on earth I had done wrong in a past life to deserve such bad karma.

Anoniem
Popster

HarryStyles schreef:
Was I sure? Lately that question had been going through my head about a lot of things. Was I sure it was a good idea to match that sweater with those jeans? Was I sure it was a good idea to have a photo of Cole Sprouse as my laptop background? I wasn't sure about most of those things, but I was very sure about this. I'd rather wear crocs than send this young man back into the rain. "Of course I am."
A smile appeared on my face when he said he would love some coffee and I made my way back behind the counter. I made him a nice hot cup of coffee. With this weather I believed everyone could use a nice cup of coffee or tea or hot chocolatemilk. I myself wasn't a great fan of coffee, which weirded people out when I told them since I worked at a coffee shop. I liked Tea so much better. But every so often when I haven't slept in a few days I'll mix a coffee with some redbull and I'll throw it all down my troath. It was extremely gross but it gave me the energy I needed to get through the day. And the evening after I would do such thing I would always have an amazing night of sleep. I didn't know why but it worked for me.
When the coffee was ready I placed the cup on the counter infront of him and noticed how he was looking at me. Staring even. Before I could say something about it he spoke up. After he was done talking I realized he looked quite familiar too. But I had never seen him inside of here. The only people that came here were regular customers or those typical hipster white girls who just needed a coffee and an aesthetically pleasing background for a picture for their Instagrams. Though I was sure I knew him from something. Then it hit me, he was in one of my classes. I couldn't remember which one though. "My name's Gabriel, but everyone calls me Gabe. I think you're in one of my classes maybe? What's your name?" I knew almost certainly that he was in one of my classes, I just didn't know which one. And I hated myself for not knowing himby name. I always loved making contact with people, so why had I not made any contact with him yet?
I looked at him while he got up from his seat and watche dhim as he grabbed his bag. I immediately noticed what was wrong. Of course. The rain had soaked through his bag and probably destroyed his notes and books. A students worst nightmare.
My eyes widened at the sight of his laptop. Notes were inportant, but a laptop? That was everything. It didn't look like it could be safed, yet I knew better. I had my luck with things like these. "Actually I think I do. And I have a hairdryer in the back as well, I could dry your notes." And okay, maybe the notes didn't look like they could be safed. Maybe anyone would know that there was a chance of 0.1 percent that these things could be safed. But I knew better. I knew if I tried everything would work out perfectly. I turned around and kneeled down infront of one of the cabinets. I opened the little door and got out a sack of rice. I had no idea why we had rice but I really didn't care at this moment. "Give it to me, I'm sure it'll be all alright in like an hour." I had no idea how long it usually took for rice to get all the water out of electronics but an hour seemes fair?

@Hoothoot

Azelf
Straatmuzikant

Azelf schreef:
His optimism amazed me. Maybe the bad luck I’d been having turned me a bit cynical, and to be honest, the barista’s attitude was a refreshing change of pace.
“I appreciate the effort,” I said, “But knowing my luck, this stuff is lost forever.” I sighed. It wasn’t even the hardware I was worried about as much as the paper I had been working on for weeks, that was saved on the computer. The paper that counted for half my grade. The one that had to be handed in at the end of the month. I tried to recall the last time I made a back-up, but I couldn’t seem to remember. I already started considering calling my professor, maybe asking for an extension on the deadline, until I remembered the rumors going around about that one time he actually shortened the given timeframe when a student asked for more time.
Just for that paper I didn’t want to lose hope just yet, so I gathered my things and brought them over to the counter. “Well, I suppose we might as well try. What have I got to lose, right?” The barista, apparently named Gabriel, still seemed optimistic. And maybe he was right, maybe not all was lost just yet. His optimism actually managed to cheer me up a little bit, even after this shit-show of a day.
I took a sip of coffee, while looking back at Gabriel. “You know what? I think you’re right, I think I do know you from school. I’m Harper. It’s nice to meet you.”
I didn’t even question where the guy found a bag of rice in a coffeeshop, I was too tired to care. I was absolutely screwed if this didn’t work, so I had to try everything I could to salvage the documents on my laptop.
“I have to thank you again for trying,” I said, “I was about to give up completely, to be honest. I just hope you’re right, and it works.”

lil shorter tonight, but I'm starting to think some of Harper's bad luck is rubbing off on me :')

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
I looked at the guy infront of me. He truly looked like he was about to completely give up on life and everything. I wasn't going to let that happen. And I knew for a fact that even though an optimistic attitude could be annoying, it could also be kind of relieving. He knew that when he was pessimistic about life he liked to have an optimistic person to talk to, it would always kind of lift his mood. So he hoped being optimistic wasn't going to ruin his day even more.
"You can only have bad luck that many times. In the end the universe has its ways of keeping everything even. Have some faith, I'm pretty sure your stuff will survive," I told him with a soft smile on my face. I wasn't the best at peptalks, unless I wanted to be, I could probably give the best peptalk in the world if I wanted to, but I didn't. I figured giving him a peptalk that was one hundred percent me would maybe work a bit more than something that wasn't really me, just a part of me I could change however I wanted to.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained." I was a person who could enjoy those over inspirational quotes or memes. I could look up inspirational sayings all night and not be bored once, but everyone had their strange hobbies. Inspirational quotes where just things I liked to read and liked to see and loved to use to other people. Nothing ventured, nothing gained wasn't really an inspirational quote, it was more of a saying he liked to use. He loved trying to give people that message that if they didn't try, they would never know if it would work. You can't blame a bloke for trying something because it was impossible to know how something would turn out. For most people at least. I knew that his stuff would make it out alive, I knew that everything was going to be okay. But that wasn't because I could see into the future or anything. I could just some how make sure of it that everything was going to be okay. I could influence opporunities. I had the 'power' to change a 20 percent chance into a 100 percent chance. Or a 0 percent chance. How, I did not know. I always tried not to use it a lot. It was quite known that there were some people with special powers but the ones that were open about it weren't treated that nicely. Some were taken into labs to be tested like labrats. Some where just killed instantly because the government was too afraid of what they were able of. So I had tried not to use my powers as often as I would like. But I didn't mind using them for this boy, it seemed like he needed some good luck in life.
"Nice to meet you too Harper," he smiled to the boy sitting infront of him. He liked the name Harper, it truly suited the lad. But he wasn't just going to say that, he didn't want to come over as strange and make the boy dislike him.
In the mean time I had put all the rice into a basket and had put his laptop on top of it. I had taken his notes and had put these in the oven that was still a bit warm from the brownies that were baked in them thirty minutes ago. It wasn't warm enough to burn the paper but it was just the right temperature to evapurate the water and safe the notes. At least I thought it was, and I guessed my chances were a solid 100 percent.
"Well I don't want to be that person, but it rarely happens that I''m wrong. I even dare to say that if I'm wrong, I'll pay your entire college tuition," I grinned at him. Maybe it was a dangerous thing to say, given how much going to college costed these days, but I was pretty certain my powers weren't just suddenly leaving on me.
There was no thunder to be heard anymore, lightning wasn't visible in the sky anymore and it seemed to have stopped raining as well. I softly bit my lip as I looked up at the lad infront of me again. "How about I'll leave your laptop in the rice and your notes in the off oven over night, then you can get them back tomorrow?" I didn't really think either of us wanted to stay in this coffee shop for the rest of the night waiting until it was believable for me to pull the laptop out from the rice and make it work again. So going home and leaving it for the night was the best idea I could come up with. "Besides that, I'm going to walk you home. You seem too stressed and upset to be walking alone safely at this hour."

@Hoothoot

Azelf
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Azelf schreef:
I scoffed slightly. “I guess the universe must not like me very much then.” I couldn’t help but smile though. Gabe’s laugh was infectious.
I was surprised at what he said next. “That’s one hell of a bet to make,” I laughed, “Now I’m kind of hoping you are wrong. College is just a little expensive than one laptop, after all.” I took another couple sips of my coffee, for the first time that day genuinely smiling. “I’m kidding, of course, I really do appreciate you taking this time out of your day to help me.”
I wasn’t used to people going out of their way to help me – especially not people I hardly knew. It was an unexpected, but a very welcome surprise. Usually, I’d be the one reaching out to other people to help them. I’d be the person people went to if they needed to vent or if they needed a shoulder to cry on. What Gabriel had done for me might not seem like too much for some people, but it meant the world to me. I told myself I’d have to get to know him better. He seemed like a legitimately nice and sincere person. Couldn’t hurt that he wasn’t bad to look at, either.
“Great coffee, by the way,” I noted, as I was getting to the bottom of my cup. I was starting to consider coming here more often. I already had a regular coffee spot, but I couldn’t deny that the coffee here was much better than my usual spot and of course, it came with the added bonus of a cute barista, so there were really only benefits.
The weather finally started clearing up as well. Maybe Gabe was right after all, maybe there would indeed be an end to my bad luck.
“That’s probably a good idea. That should be ample time to save what can be saved, I think.” If anything can be saved at all, I thought to myself. I still wasn’t completely convinced, but I agreed it was worth a shot. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, is what Gabe had said, wasn’t it? I made a mental note to remember that, it was a good quote. Besides, Gabriel seemed so confident, maybe he had previous experience with this kind of stuff.
“You’d really do that for me?” I said, “I mean, you’ve already done so much. I wouldn’t want to ruin your evening any more than I probably already have.”
Gabriel seemed quite persistent, however, so we set off together. Most of the trip was spent in comfortable silence. I didn’t live very far from the coffee place, and we arrived at my house in no time.
I turned around to look at Gabriel. “Thanks again, for everything. How about I come by the shop tomorrow, after school, to pick everything up? Does that work for you?” I was about to head inside, when I remembered something. “Actually, do you have your phone with you? I’ll just give you my phone number, just to let you know when I’ll be around.”

Anoniem
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HarryStyles schreef:
"I think the universe has something huge planned for you, but it would be unfair for others if you had all luck, so they hit you with shitty things now and something amazing will happen soon," I told Harper. I actually didn't believe in this, but it sounded so positive and maybe even believable that it was a good thing to tell someone who was in the depts of despair. Maybe it was true, I just didn't believe in it. It was hard for me to believe in something like that when i had the power to change someone's luck, even my own. Then how could I believe that the universe was in on this? Unless I was the universe of course, but that just didn't make sense. The universe living in a human vessel working in a coffee shop to pay its bills while not knowing it actually is the universe. These thoughts were a little too confusing for my liking. I knew I wasn't the universe, I was just a guy, who fortunately had powers that could influence chances and luck. I wasn't really using it for myself, not in very obvious ways at least. But now I was planning on using it for a guy I didn't even know, all that because he had had a shitty day and maybe a little because he was absolutely not ugly.
I laughed softly at his reaction. Yeah, college tuition was a lot more money than just a laptop, but it was a bet I knew I could make. "God I wished I was wrong too, I mean if I had the money to pay for yours I must be able to pay for mine as well," I laughed softly. But I wasn in fact not wrong. Maybe technically I was, maybe most people would know that it is in fact almost impossible to safe his items. The laptop had a chance maybe, but those notes? Anyone could know that they were impossible to keep alive. Anyone but I, and apparently Harper, I assumed.
"Thank you, it's my specialty." Coffee wasn't actually my specialty, brownies were. But I could make nice coffee as well. We didn't have those machines with clear instructions around here. When I started working here I had to learn how to use everything from a German guy who barely spoke any English. But luckily enough I understood his German perfectly. Luckily. He still didn't explain how I had to use it very clear. He would just tell me to press a button and put the cup under the machine, while there were at least ten buttons on the machine and he never told me what button. Luckily my guess was right the first time. It was quite hard sometimes when I didn't want to overuse my powers, but it could be fun trying to figure things out without having luck on my side.
"Yeah I think that should be enough, and if it doesn't work after there probably is no saving. But it is going to work. I promise." Maybe I came over as someone who was too positive, I didn't know if that was a bad thing 'cause from my experience being positive could only be nice. It could be annoying, but nice as well. "Of course I'd do that. You haven't ruined my evening and you won't. I wouldn't want to let a guy like you walk the streets alone at this hour. You're too sweet to let something happen to," I told him while smiling. Not only sweet, but he was too cute, too handsome to walk the streets alone. Of course it wasn't that late yet, but I didn't mind walking home a guy like him. If it meant I was able to spend some more time with him then my time was the sacrifice I'd love to make.
We left together towards Harper's house, the road was quiet but I didn't mind. I remembered something my mother used to say 'the one who's comfortable in your silence is the one who'll be comfortable with you for ever.' Now I didn't really believe this qoute, but the situation I had found myself in at that moment seemed quite fitting for that quote.
We arrived at his house sooner than I had thought, but I didnt know where he lived so this was no surprise. "No problem, and yeah that would be great, I'm pretty sure your stuff will be okay then," I told him cheerfully. I was already excited to see him again the next day. I watched as he went to head inside when he suddenly stopped. A small smile appeared on my face as he asked his question. I was trying my best not to let him notice how happy I was about this. "Oh yeah of course," I nodded as I took my phone out of my pocket. I unlocked it and gave it to him so he could put his number in it.

@Hoothoot

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