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Oh don't even worry about! It worked out well! @Shmuel

The man Murai had just made a coffee for banged his head against the counter then just sat there. She scooted closer to him and touched his shoulder. "Sir, are you ok? Do you need anything?" @Shmuel

"Your welcome." Murai quickly paid for her own RAF coffee and a cookie. A few minutes later, she was sitting in the corner, watching one of the televisions and sipping her coffee. "Maybe I should just fly there and join in the festivities," she said to no one, but a few people looked at her...

Yeah! It looks sooo good! @Shmuel

The rush had just finished and Murai leaned against the counter to take the weight off her feet. The two other baristas had taken the last few orders, but they were both busy when another customer came in. "I have time, sir. That will be $4.00. It'll be done in a few minutes." Murai smiled at...

@Shmuel Yeah Murai works in a coffee shop and that would be cool

Murai hadn't stopped moving for at least two hours. Everyone was excited about the anniversary of the two realities merging and the meeting between the Justice League and the Avengers. I should be there, she thought as she handed another customer their drink and began the next order. She was...

Name: Murai Aliases: Soul Morality: Good Age: 19 Appearance: Species: Alien Powers: Flight, super - strength, can see peoples souls Skills: Sword fighting (her main weapons are two twin swords), close and aerial combat Origin: As a young child, she was taken from...

Alola smiled after Kaldur and Nightwing left, forming a plan. She needed to study for class and work on the newest routine she was performing soon. "It was nice to meet you all. I will be in my room, studying. Come find me if you need anything." With that, Alola left and headed to her room and...

Name: Rannon Haime Age: 19 Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_08/Crochet-Braids.jpg.51bc70eb4c2fcd97a4f1e15aa3067f23.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="149318"...

"Nice to meet you too, Sticky." She said and gathered her things. "See you later." She headed to her next class, math. She was looking forward to being done with class for the day and heading back to her dorm to work on the drawing of Sticky.

"There is still a chance of it getting lost," Sam said and switched to a clean page. She looked at his face, the alignment of his cheekbones, his jaw, the slant of his eyes, the arc of his eyebrows, the slope of his nose, the fullness of his lips, how his hair fell onto his face. She started...

Looking at the drawing again then back up at Sticky, she said, "Would you like to keep it?"

"I bet you have a few other talents." She looked up and saw he was looking at her drawing. "It's terrible. There's something wrong with it and I keep trying to fix it, but I keep making it worse."

Sam stopped drawing for a second and looked up at him. "It wasn't rude. I knew what you meant." Smiling, she began to draw again. She felt comfortable around him. "How long have you been playing drums?"

"My mom doesn't want me to see her. She won't tell me why, but my dad knows. He wants me to socialize more." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "I never talk this much..." Sam said softly.

"Yeah. She's pretty cool. I don't get to see her much anymore." They were finally sitting down to eat. She had gotten tacos and she was almost happy. As she ate, she sat sideways in the booth and had a sketchbook out and she started to draw the cafeteria for her own perspective. Sam was working...

"Maybe I'll start selling my art under the moniker, Paint. That would be cool." Sam didn't mind his stutter or that he was quiet. She understood people who were quiet better than people who were loud. "My Oma, she always goes 'Samantha Reye, you better not be painting my walls again!' but I...

He played the drums. That was really cool. Maybe she would make a watercolor painting of that. "Going by your nickname and how you got it, then I would be called Painty or Brushy." Sam smiled a little and then decided to explain. "I always have paint on me somewhere and I have my paint brushes...

Alola noticed that Violet was looking at everyone closely, as if committing them to her memory. She hoped that Violet would like her. She wanted everyone to like her. Moving to stand next to her, Alola said, "Hi, Violet! I'm not sure if you heard, but I'm Alola! I think that you're really cool!"