Homework, juice, and Starbucks [EVERYONE!!1]

[Eva Duvalle &&]

Eva, unlike her cousins, never had a harmful relationship with caffeine. She was full of energy. But, she simply got a hype from, well, everything. She didn't need pep pills or coffee or any pick-me-ups. She was just naturally full of life.

But Starbucks was, like any public place, somewhere to take advantage of. And she loved taking advantage of various things. In a good way, though. To benefit them. Make them better. So, that was partways the reason she strolled through the door, walked up to the front, and ordered a strawberry-cranberry juice. Plus, the Duvalle house was never a good place for homework. It was better now with less little kids, but hell, despite the fact Auntie Ethel made them clean and keep it clean, things still got lost. It was an awful small space for 11 people.

Handing over her money and receiving the change, her dark brown leather knee-high boots tapped against the floor as she walked over to a table for two. She had a patchwork animal printed shoulder bag full of English she hadn't conquered. Her bright yellow T-shirt was electrically paired with a deep blue, before-the-knee pleated skirt, lime tights, and a thick pale pink hairband that held up her blond curls in a messy way, with hair spilling everywhere over her golden pinwheel earrings. Of course, to top it off, she had that white with black spots faux-fur scarf.

Sighing, she opened a book and flipped to a page of questions, taking out a piece of lined paper. Not her day.

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis walked into Starbucks, and ordered a coffee. She wandered the cafe, looking for someone. She recognized someone from school, even thougth she didn't know really who she was. She walked over to her, gym back slung over her shoulder. She plastered a smile on her face, curious as to the what the girl's reaction would be.--

--She, a complete Jock, track pants, hair in a bun, etc, and the girl, lime green tights, etc...curious as to how they would mesh. Artemis didnt' stereotype, but a lot of people did...--

"Hey....." she said, smiling...."Mind If I sit?" she asked cordially...."I'm Artemis..."

[Christian Remoc]

As Remoc walked in, he couldn't help but shudder slightly in near horror. Starbucks, the most vile, capitalist place around. He was surprised he didn't burst into flames as he entered the coffee-shop.

But his good friend Artemis had called him up, and he wouldn't pass up a chance to chat with her...even if it did mean risking his life. Looking around the accursed capitalist adobe, Remoc spotted Arty over by a girl he hadn't seen yet.

"Ah, droog Saggezza. And who is this I might ask?"

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis watched as Remoc walked in, and had to laugh. She had specifically chose this place, becase she knew it would piss him off. She snickered.--

"Wow remoc...you didn't spontaneously combust upon entering....I think you're going soft...." she laughed, and looked back to the girl...."and I dont' know, she has yet to tell me her name..."

[Eva Duvalle &&]

"Of course." She said, moving her book over to make a bit more room. She set down her pencil and shook Artemis' hand. "My name is Eva. Eva Duvalle."

She took a look at Christian, and then picked up her juice, taking a small sip. The taste was a fruity hybrid of all her favorite flavors. Much better than a bunch of shit boiled with crepe paper and water. That's what coffee was, and tea, and the various soft drinks available.

Then, her blue eyes drifted back to the boy. No, she wasn't a fan of men, except for her close friends Waun and Raymond and of course family. She was quite skittish and apprehensive around them, despite the fact she was so casual with anybody else.

"Who are you?" She asked softly, hoping she wasn't about to be raped.

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis smiled, and nodded cordially. She noted the tension on Eva's face when Christian approached, and looked from her, to him, and back again--

"He's Christian Remoc. Residential Anarchist." she said introducing him...."Dont' worry about him Eva....he's a sweet heart, really.....he'd just never admit it....anywayz, if he bothers you, I'll just go get Meeko and he'll take care of it...."

--She smirked at Remoc, and laughed as he twitched at the mention of Meeko. --

((srry--tiny power play))

[Eva Duvalle &&]

"I think anarchy is a tad unrealistic." She said without expression. She didn't feel like warming up to the Residential Anarchist. She felt like a political debate.

"Artemis. That's a very nice name. I've never heard it before, and I live around a whole bunch of...creative thinkers. Your name isn't weird, or anything, I wasn't saying that. It's just sort of different, but in a good way, you know." It would be easy to imagine Eva's family was a traveling circus by the way she dressed, but no. They didn't have anything shocking or surprising about them. No surprises. "I knew somebody named Farawolf."

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis smiled. She got that a lot. Most people had never heard her name. She liked it, gave her a chance to explain it.....--

"you think thats interesting? My actual, entire name is" she took a deep breath, as it took about 30 seconds to say..."Artemis Isis Selene Marie Saggezza..."

--She smiled....--

"They are all either goddesses of war, or water, and Saggezza means wisdom in Italian...." she smiled, she'd always liked her name........

[Eva Duvalle &&]

She let out a whistle. Impressive name.

"I'm just Eva Marilyn Duvalle. I'm naming my kid Messiah. It ain't illegal to name a child Jesus, but it's probably pretty frowned upon. All the kids would be playing soccer and someone would be like 'hey Jesus want to play?' and Jesus'd poke his head out from the sky and be like 'nah too many miracles' and the kids would be like 'say what?'" She said the last part quickly. That was what had went through Eva's head as soon as she first thought of the name 'Jesus' for a son. Her brain was a very unorganized library of various subjects.

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis smiled, and nodded. She completely understood what she meant. Interesting....She laughed lightly, a cheerful sound.--

"I know exactly what you mean..." she grinned....."I want to name my child Christian....just beacuse...." she smiled, and shrugged

[Eva Duvalle &&]

She laughed in response, then looked up at the anarchist rapist Christian. She smiled a bit. "I'm sorry, would you like to sit down?" Eva stretched an arm out behind her to pull over a chair from another 2 person table so the boy wouldn't have to stand. "Artemis, Christian, would either of you like something to drink?"

Eva was not aware of Christian's attitude toward Starbucks, but she was sure that nobody would refuse a free coffee, juice, tea, etc. She pulled out her tiny plastic blue change purse, and plucked out several coins of various sizes. "I have exactly $4.67."

Now, she was just being polite. She hadn't tackled the huge pile of work in her backpack yet, but...she had hours.

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis smiled, and shrugged.--

"I'm good, but thanks anyway, you're a sweet girl....." she said sincerely....."Remoc. Sit..." she said, watching him stand there...."Anyway Eva.....are you a...junior?" she asked, looking at her, trying to guess her age..

[Christian Remoc]

Remoc, who had been so far sitting by the sidelines, simply nodded his head. "Yes ma'am." he muttered. One did not mess with Artemis Selene Isis Mar-...Arty. One did not mess with Arty. Well, if they wanted to keep their limbs intact at least.

Grabbing a seat and settling down, he figured he would enter the conversation. "Commmunist Arty, not Anarchist, Communist. Although you'd think otherwise the way I keep getting involved with the cops" He woulld never let that rest. It seemed every time he turned a corner, one of his friends was in handcuffs, or about to be. Except Seoras. Well, it would happen to him eventually...

"Drink? Nah. These Capitalist resturaunts never serve a good Kvas."

((Power play not minded And Eva, you only said Anarchist Rapist. You forgot skirtchasing, gay. ;D *I"M NEITHER*))

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis shoook her head, and rolled her eyes. God she loved that kid...he was so much fun....--

"Comer, you can't get Russian alcohol, In america, without a large price-tag...." she said looking at him...."Two, communist, and anarchist go hand in hand, since neither of them work, and Three....he deserved what he got, and I hope the kink in his nose teaches him a lesson every day he looks at it...."

[Eva Duvalle &&]

Eva looked over her own nose at Christian's. It didn't look screwed up or anything, but she laughed nonetheless and flicked a couple curls from her face to behind her ear. She picked up her strawberry juice, took a chug, and twisted the cap back on, setting it down closer to her. Anarchist-communist-rapist-gay skirtchasers weren't touching it.

"So, comrade, you're one of those commies. Artemis, let's call the cops. I want to get a tape of him getting beaten up." She paused. "Nah, won't work. He isn't black."