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[center][b][h3][u]   The Organic Bean   [/u][/h3][/b][/center]

There in this shitty coffee house, that seems to have a magnetic pull on all the pretentious entities Tampa had to offer, Molly state lazily behind a counter. Mindlessly tapping at a screen as she was rattled off a list of instructions on how to make a simple cup of black coffee with foamed milk; which apparently this customer believed needed 37 steps to complete. She forced a smile as she gave the total, only to get a credit card unceremoniously shoved in her direction. She swallowed groaned that tempted its way towards her lips before taking it, charging the woman and returning the card and receipt. As she turned to make the order she checked the clock, 2:47pm. This last 13 minutes were gonna be agonizing...

[center][b][h3][u]   Lucky Strike Casino   [/u][/h3][/b][/center]

a handful of minutes after 3 o'clock an old and rusted '97 chevy s10 parked in the near empty lot; aside from the others cars from the Coven. Seeing as she was already late might as well change in her car before heading in. She quickly stripped out of her work clothes down to her 'skivvies' and pulled out a change of clothes she kept in her glove box. The small truck jostling lightly as she squirmed within trying to pull on the clothes in the confined environment.

Once dressed she pulled the door handle and slammed her shoulder against the door to get it to open; a trick she has become quite an expert at to release the often stuck door. As she hopped out and stuffed her keys into a pocket she quickly adjusted her clothes to lay properly. She wore a simple black t-shirt that was a little loose on her petite figure. Possibly lifted from a clothing outlet that she didn't properly scope the size of before walking out of the store with it. She also wore a pair of simple dark jeans that actually fit appropriately and some older black and white converse she's had for years. As she made her way to the main door to the rundown casino she quickly ruffled her fingers through hair to get the loose strands out of her face. As she pushed her way through the door she nearly slipped on the fallen slices of pizza right there at the entrance.

Falling back into her default she instinctively went to pick up the slices and throw them into a nearby pizza box before taking that now filled box to a nearby trash can. As she quietly tossed it into the trash she finally took note of the room. Realizing that was probably a useless thing to do. This place was already wrecked, loose pizza on the floor wasn't really the main issue with this places cleanliness. She simply had been conditioned to pick up any mess upon returning home. And in some weird place, this place felt like home to her; excluding the fear, she actually felt at peace here at least to some degree.

Without a word she awkwardly looked away from the group and avoided eye contact with anyone that made have given her weird looks. She moved off to one of the corners of the large main hall and took a seat on an overturned tree pot that has been empty since they first came here. She knew she was out of place here. They were all some semblence of true Extra-Normals. Molly was just a normie with a weird tattoo. So she tried to not step on any toes.