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[h2][color=800080]Marilee E. Laikos[/color][/h2]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Running Awa- Er, Going to Coffee Station
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] No one yet[/center][hr][hr]
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Marilee had started her walk forwards, but as soon as she had, she turned right on her booted heel and walked away. [i]Not yet.[/i] She couldn't do this yet. Her long dark hair swung with her brisk retreating steps. Hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, her eyed glowed a soft red behind their pale blue shell. Anxiety boiled up in her blood and she could feel her fingers itching to set out magical commands. Who knew? Maybe her magic wouldn't even wait for a command. She needed to calm down.

Tea. Or coffee. Or anything warm and drinkable would help. On her way here she had seen a cafe looking place hunkered down on the street. It was generous to call it a 'cafe', but all she needed was a placed that served a hot drink in this moment. She wasn't going to be pick. Plus, it was probably a lot tastier than it looked. Surfaces were often not the most honest things to judge on. Plus maybe they actually made their food themselves, instead of all that machine made crap at big fancy food chains. 

The peculiar dark haired girl, let her faithful feet carry her over sidewalk and street to the very cafe she had been trying to find. Marilee found that if she didn't think and just let her body carry her, she'd usually end up getting where she needed to go. Maybe it was because her mother presided over crossroads or something. Or maybe she just found it easier to worry about everything else in her head than which direction she was suppose to be going in. Huh. Put like that it sounded a bit dangerous. How did she not get lost all the time?

Standing in front of the build, she just looked at it for a moment, counting backwards in her mind to help calm her nerves. The red in her eyes receded and her face lost some of the intensity it usually held. Her shoulders dropped a bit and she went into the coffee shop. The door made a squeaking noise, its joins whining in protest as she opened the door. Perched in the entrance way, she looked around slowly, wondering if she should sit or if she was to be seated by someone. Looking down at her scuffed up boot, Marilee waited quietly, hands in her jacket pockets. Why did she always run away over such small things?

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