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Post by Barry Allen on Apr 26, 2015 15:36:43 GMT -5
Jitters. It was where he usually hung out when he wasn’t at the lab, or STAR, or zipping across he city faster than people could blink. Or if he wasn’t at home trying to be a normal person(fat chance Allen, you’ll never be normal again. But is it really so bad? Nope).Anyway, Jitters was what some people might call an anchor point for a lot of people. They came and went, they came back. It was a popular coffee shop in Central City. Maybe it was because it was cheaper than places like Starbucks. Or maybe because the coffee shop was local? Barry hadn’t heard about r seen a Jitters in...the only other city he’d ever visited since Jitters opened, Starling City.
Barry however, knew why he liked it. He liked the energy. People were always coming or going. Staying or leaving. Some sat silently and read or did their Sudoku, other people, they talked. Either on their phones or with friends right in front of them. There was a living energy about the place and Barry felt a buzz from it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. But he knew he liked it.
He was waiting on a cup of joe, admiring all that energy moving around. It was actually a slow moment for Barry. He closed his hands around his coffee cup, feeling the warmth radiate from the hot solution within. Its amazing really when you stop and think and there’s so much science around you. Barry was always aware of it. He was a smart cookie after all, a scientist. He wa no Harrison Wells, Ray Palmer or Ted Kord, but he was smart, he knew science. And it was everywhere, what kept people from walking through things, from falling apart. The forces that made movement possible, that propelled thought. Or even the simpler stuff like making a cup of coffee. Science. These thoughts lead Barry away from his observations of the people around, his brain as working a million miles a minute on the one subject and he smiled like a goof into the drink. |
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Post by Nader Dakhel on May 7, 2015 22:32:45 GMT -5
Slipping through the door of Jitters, Nader took a deep breath of air from within the small shop, inhaling the scents of caffeine and happiness (Basically the same thing). He looked around at the place, admiring all the people who had decided to take a break in the same location as him. Nader had just gotten off a shift substituting for a rather rowdy Biology class. He immediately began to walk towards the counter, ready to order a delicious chocolate chip scone and maybe a coffee. Nader did need a good amount of coffee in his system to keep himself active enough to not spend all day in his bed. [break][break]
Nader took note of the skinny guy who was walking away from the counter, hugging his cup of joe as if it was his best friend from middle school, and he scoffed to himself. Nader tended to make fun of people in his head when walking around and finding people doing things that he thought was funny. He looked around at the store, his emerald green eyes absorbing the information around him, and his face one that showed genuine curiosity, as he completely lost track of where he was walking. He tended to do that when he was absorbed in his actions, but it wasn't something Nader could really help. When he was interested in something, or when he was focused, it was hard to get him to lose that focus. [break][break]
He took his time to appreciate the artwork that was hung around the small cafe. It was very brightly lit, and it was honestly hard to feel bummed out or sluggish in this small shop. Jitters was just so full of life that you couldn't not get excited when entering it. Nader smirked at the people around him, as he saw what looked like new parents feeding some food to their child, who was buckled into a stroller to keep him from crawling around the place and reeking havoc. It was those little things that- [break][break]
Shit.[break][break]
Nader had lost track of where he was walking, and collided with the walking twig that he was previously internally giggling at. And, of course, it was just Naders luck that the coffee that the guy had apparently cherished so spilled everywhere, down Naders shirt, maybe on Barrys shirt, who knew, but Nader immediately took a step back, the scalding liquid narrowly avoiding Naders open sandals, and his hands, and Nader immediately looked at the other man. [break][break]
"Oh, god. Sorry man. Are you good?"
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Post by Barry Allen on May 28, 2015 21:26:33 GMT -5
Coffee, a brewed drink prepared from roasted coffee beans, which are the seeds of "berries" from the Coffee plant. Coffee plants are cultivated in over 70 countries, primarily the equatorial regions of the Americas, Southeast Asia, India and Africa. The two most commonly grown are the arabica and robusta. Unroasted coffee beans are one of the most traded agricultural commodities in the world. Once traded, the beans are roasted to varying degrees, depending on the desired flavor, before being ground and brewed to create coffee. The word coffee goes back to the Ottoman-Turkish kahve, Italian caffè, the Arabic qahwah. Alternatively it may come from the Arabic quwwa or to Kaffa, a medieval kingdom in Ethiopia whence the plant was exported to Arabia. And the earliest credible evidence of coffee originates in the 15th century AD in Yemen.
History wasn’t so much one of Barry’s forte’s but you can learn a lot in an evening when you have little better to do.
Sometimes Barry thinks coffee is one of the best inventions made by man in his 50,000 to 100,000 years on the planet. Right up there with the wheel, fire, and writing. Well, unless it’s being spilled all over your shirt, one you’ve worn since college that was your good luck shirt. The collision came as a surprise to the speedster who wasn’t watching where he was going. He wished that he had been, then he’d been able to avoid the spill. But as things were he couldn’t and so he’d kinda wasted his money but ehh. He could potentially live without the coffee.
“Yea, I uh, wasn’t planning on drinking that anyway.” Barry did really like this shirt and wanted the coffee, but there wasn’t really much he could do about either of those things right? He could race around the globe faster than anyone or anything, he wasn’t Mr. Clean. It’d be silly to get upset about it and hold a grudge. It wasn’t that serious. Barry made sure the hot brew avoided his shoes, that he could control, and then put forward his hand. “Barry Allen.” He was going to need to clean this up though. Barry already made sure to know where the nearest napkins were.
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