DELANEY, sorcha abigail

[SORCHA ABIGAIL DELANEY]

SORCHA ABIGAIL DELANEY

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(C) WILMETA @ CAUTION 2.0

hello! i am MARV and i am EIGHTEEN years old. i am boarding the FEMALE train, and i have been role playing for THREE years. also, i play SORCHA DELANEY. if you want to contact me, reach me at SORCHA (PM) & MAYBE I'LL GIVE YOU MY MESSENGERS. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : sorcha abigail delaney
NICKNAMES : none that are used by more than one person.
AGE : nineteen, june thirteenth nineteen sixty
GENDER : female (obviously)
ETHNICITY : irish
RELIGION : catholic
SEXUALITY : herterosexual
STATUS : single.
MEMBER GROUP : witch.
BLOOD STATUS : half blood
PLAY-BY : megan fox

STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.

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PATRONUS : fox
MIRROR OF ERISED : Various scenes of her and her father working in his repair shop in Belfast, Ireland.
AMORTENTIA : gasoline, rain, and fresh cut grass

THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.

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SORCHA'S DISLIKES :

• men who can't make up their mind, people who do stupid things for no good reason, divination, prophecy, Berty Bots Every Flavored Beans, sitting still, a bad prank, being pranked, spiders, bugs in general, being told to be a certain way, getting caught, being trapped, Protestant extremists, war, insanely early wake up calls, her mother's control, religious intolerance, blood pops, fish, lack of organization, breaking in a new pair of shoes, cats, daisies, people who need magic for every little thing, and thunder

SORCHA'S LIKES :

• quidditch, fire wiskey, flying, dueling, learning, a good prank, snow, ice-skating, swimming, family, christmas, dancing, reading, writing, observation, a good riddle, challenges, action movies, ice cream, chocolate, camping, being out doors, romance, debating, working towards a goal, winning, rain, being out in the rain, laying under the stars, finding a way around the rules, fighting for a cause, making a difference, potions, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, languages, karaoke, working on cars and motorcycles, muggle clothes, muggle world, danishes, old movies, and lightening.

GOALS :

• to fight for the order: sorcha wants to be out doing something for the order instead of just being stuck in the middle of headquarters healing people who get to be useful. she wants to have her own war stories not hear other people's stories.
  
• settle with a family: as much as sorcha is a fighter she does want to have her own family some day. she doesn't care if that's with a wizard or a muggle. she just wants to have a normal life someday when all of this is over.
  
• re open her father's repair shop: depending on who she finds to spend the rest of her life with, sorcha would plan on reopening her father's repair shop if the man in question were a muggle or if she met a wizard who would want to live in the muggle world. some of her fondest memories are in that shop.
  
• become a head healer at st. mungos: if sorcha decides that she wants to stay in the wizarding world, she will eventually want to work at st. mungos. of course staying at one position won't be enough for the young witch and she will want to move up in rank until she eventually becomes a head healer. while it might seem contradictory to her first goal and being an aurorer might seem like a position that she wants more, sorcha doesn't want to put her family through her not being there all the time and being a healer at st. mungos would be more stable then if she were working for the ministry.
  
• be in better control of her temper: normally only caused to flair up by one specific wizard, sorcha's temper is something that she wants to get better control of. she's been known to do some pretty nasty things just to spite a person and it's really not all that healthy.

FEARS :

• thunder: has always been a bit of a fear for the young irish woman. she had been locked outside during a thunderstorm when shew as a young girl and ever since hearing a crash of thunder will make the young woman jump. oddly enough though, she loves to watch lightening dance across the night sky.
  
• becoming an orphan by age twenty five: after losing her father at the age of sixteen because he was killed by loyalist extremists, sorcha has been wondering how long it will take for her mother to be killed as well. she doesn't like the fact that her mother is part of the order and it quite honestly terrifies her and while she understands why her mother is fighting and it has become the reason that she is fighting as well, she still wishes that her mother would stop fighting so that she would be safe.
  
• dying in battle: once sorcha gets to fight, she's afraid that she's going to die in a fight. dieing in a fight might sound glorious to some but to her it would feel like she lost epically and she's not a loser. she always has to win and if she dies, there's no way that she can correct her loss and make it a win.
  

SECRETS :

• she joined the order to fight: sorcha joined the order with full intentions that she was going to be fighting and doing everything out in the world with the other order members. she joined as a healer because that was the only way that she could get in due to her over protective mother, but she'll take it until she can get her ass onto the field.
  
• she sing in the shower: this really shouldn't come to a huge surprise since she likes karaoke but she is one of those girls who just simply loves to sing in the shower like nobody can hear her. she's not tone deaf like the fat lady that leads to her former house at hogwarts, but she's not the best girl out there either. she does it more for fun then anything else. she sings a lot when driving in the car when she goes to the muggle world to see her paternal grandparents.

WEAKNESS :

• impulsive nature: sorcha is an impulsive woman who doesn't tend to think through her actions before she does them. sure this might come in handy in a fight when she doesn't have the time to think through her actions but on a day to day basis it doesn't really help her. she says things that she will regret later and she has even done things that she feels guilty about because she only thought of the short term pay off. It also includes her emotional impulsive nature where she can blow up at someone for something that seems to be trivial or not worth the fight.
  
• she holds grudges: sorcha is not the type of person who can forgive and forget so easily. she needs closure on a subject. she needs a reason why she was betrayed or a reason that she's hating a person. until she gets that reason or until she fogets why she started hating a person in the first place, she will most likely, not give up on a grudge. it's caused her to burn more then a few bridges in the past and it's taxing emotional wise.

STRENGTHS :

• wandless magic: sorcha trained hard in order to be capable with wandless magic. she prides herself on her hard work that has enabled her to perform magic without a wand. it becomes incredibly handy when she's working with a patient and sh ewodn't have the time to go through full motions with a wand.
  
• duel knowledge: being from two worlds, sorcha has knowledge on both the wizarding world and the muggle world. she fits easily into both even though sometimes she thinks that she's better off in the muggle world where she doesn't have to worry about all these problems, but she knows that if the war does not end that it will seep into the muggle world and she will feel like it is partly her fault for not helping.

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• quick thinking: sorcha has always been the kind of girl that can think up a solution and think it up quick. when someone tries to insult her, you best believe that she already has the next three come backs already lined up. she doesn't believe that she's stuck in any situation because she believes that she can always come up with a way to get out of whatever situation that she's in.
  
• sarcastic: sarcasm may be a poor man's humor, but that's because it's easily misunderstood. sarcasm, when used correctly and skillfully is probably the best sort of humor that there is. sorcha has always been the type of person to have a dry sarcastic humor. it's what she's best at and what she understands the most.
  
• no nonsense: sorcha doesn't take bull from anybody. if you prank her, then she's going to get you back ten times worse. she doesn't take anything lying down so the next time that you think you want to mess with her, i suggest that you think twice and if you like living.
  
• dedicated: sorcha has always been dedicated to everything that she's ever done. whether it be school, quidditch, or pretty much forcing herself into the order. she always gave a hundred and ten percent and doesn't give up until she finishes whatever she's doing.
  
• active: sitting around and doing nothing does not exactly appeal to miss sorcha delaney. she has to always be doing something and preferably not indoors either. give her a broom so that she can fly. put her in a duel. just give her something to do and she'd be happy to do it.
  
• competitive: sorcha always has to win and always has to have the last word. her competitiveness really drives her. in school she always had to get the best grades and always had to win every quidditch match. she never knew the meaning of the word lose so she always tries to win and when her team doesn't well she's not the most graceful loser behind closed doors. she'll go into extreme training mode or she'll have to punch something or she'll go on a tangent of anger. whenever she's in an argument she always has to have the last word as well. yes she is one of those girls.
  
• loyal: once sorcha has become someone's friend or she's committed herself to something, she sticks with that. she doesn't go against them and she will do anything for them. the only exception is if they do something to lose her trust and loyalty.
  
• impatient: sorcha has never been the most patient person in the world. she likes results and she likes to see them fast. she rushes through things most of the time and she tends to get touchy when things are taking too long.
  
• ambitious: there are so many things that sorcha wants out of life and she tends to go after them full force. in school she had wanted to be a professional quidditch player and so she hit the broom with full force. she wanted to complete her schooling at hogwarts with impeccable grades so she hit the books. she realized that she wanted to be a healer working in the footsteps of her mother so she spent some free time in madame pomfree's office in school and she interned at st. mungo's during her summers and finally was being able to be trained correctly at st. mungos. now her current goal is to become a fighting member of the order so she's not stuck in head quarters most of the time.
  
• compassionate: events in sorcha's life have caused her to be a compassionate person. being in st. mungos she seen how bad things can get and how sometimes people just need a little bit of compassion to make them feel a little better. laughter is supposedly the best medicine. she tries to show compassion to everyone but there are a certain few people who get under her skin and make it very hard.
  
• short tempered: sorcha doesn't like to live up to stereotype but she definitely has a short temper. she is easily set off and when she's angry it's like a category five hurricane has gone through the place. She yells and curses without feeling abashed about it. She's been known to throw a few punches and cast her fair share of jinxes and curses.
  
• headstrong: most of the time, sorcha thinks that she's one of those people who knows what's best, especially when it comes to her. she has her own views about what should be done and she will definitely follow what she thinks is best and fight for what she wants and what she thinks should be done.
  
• vivacious: this girl has a love for life. she doesn't want to sit by and watch it pass. shew ants to try everything and anything. she wants to travel the world. she wants to experience the great love of her life. she wants to feel the wind in her hair and her blood rushing at all times.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : belfast, ireland.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : it's a secret
MOTHER'S NAME : teresea delaney.
FATHER'S NAME : lucas delaney.
SIBLINGS : none
OVERALL HISTORY :

teresea and lucas delaney welcomed their one and only child into their family in june of nineteen sixty. the screaming little girl was raised in the muggle world away from any sort of direct magic. Her father was a muggle and her mother was a healer at st. mungos. growing up she didn't know anything about the wizarding world. she thought the whole thing was a wonderfully fantastic world that her mother had made up to entertain her daughter. as a small child, sorcha pretended that she was a witch and every year for halloween she was a witch all because of her mothers unbelievable and wild stories. Sorcha always wanted to pretend that she was a witch when playing make believe with her friends. Her mothers stories were in stark contrast to her father's side of the family who were strictly Catholic and told young Sorcha stories of the bible and took her to church with her father while her mother was off at work at the hospital. She loved her family but she wished that they would just let her be and pretend and play make believe instead of teaching her things that she didn't have interest in. Sunday school was the absolute worse for her. She simply wasn't interested in her Catholic routes especially when it wasn't the norm to be Catholic and you were pretty much ridiculed for being it by the Protestant majority.

When not with friends, Sorcha spent a lot of time with her dad since her mother worked insanely long hours at a hospital that was a rather far commute away. Sorcha didn't mind though. She liked spending hours with her dad at his shop She would do even the simplest of jobs at the shop just so long as she was spending time with her dad. She learned a lot through observation and working in his shop was the first muggle job that the young witch had. At first it was really simple things like handing her dad stuff and cleaning things off. Eventually, when she was in her teens, he taught her other things like changing the oil and changing tires and she just kept working her way up to there. She moved onto motorcycles finding them more interesting to work on and maintain. Plus she loved the sound that they made when the engines were revved up. She was a tom boy though and through.

In her eleventh year, Sorcha's life was changed for good. She got her letter for Hogwarts. She thought that it was only a story that her mother had told her. She didn't know what to think. She thought that maybe it was some big elaborate birthday scheme that her mother had put together. She thought that it was just going to be one big theme party but she was wrong. Her mother confessed that she had been keeping a secret from Sorcha that she was indeed a witch and that she taught her daughter the world of the wizards through fables so that if it turned out that she wasn't a witch, Sorcha would still know about the other side of her family even if she didn't believe that it was true. Sorcha's first trip to Diagon Alley was quite the overwhelming sensation. She had never seen such things before. She wanted to know everything that was going on. She wanted to touch everything and try everything out. Her mother didn't know what to do with her. Sorcha had made them go into every shop even shops that they didn't even have a reason to go into. Theresa had never seen her daughter so excited before. The only problem that Sorcha had were the school robes. She hated them. She much preferred her muggle clothing. she found it much more comfortable and easy to move in. Her favorite part of the day was getting her first wand. It was thirteen and a half inches of yew wood with the heart string of a Hungarian Horntail.

Sorcha's first night at Hogwarts was something that she was never going to forget. She had always imagined what Hogwarts would look like from her mothers stories but her imagination could never dream this up. She was mesmerized by the spelled ceiling and the floating candles. Huddled with all the first years, by the front of the Great Hall, she was beginning to get a little nervous. What if this was still all just one big elaborate dream and the sorting hat was going to say that this was a mistake and that she really wasn't a witch. Her name was called and the hat was placed on her head. All she remembered was that she wanted to be in Gryffindor like her mother said that she had been in, and that was what happened. She was declared a Gryffindor and she went to go sit with her fellow Gryffindor housemates. Her first year at Hogwarts she was an incredibly eager and enthusiastic student. She studied hard and her homework was the first thing that she got done everyday. She had a lack of magical knowledge and she wanted to know as much as she possibly could.

There was one class that gave her a particular thrill, flying lessons. Sorcha had been the most excited for this class. She had always wanted to fly. She couldn't wait to be on her broom and she was a natural at it. When she saw her first quidditch match though, it was decided that she was going to make it onto the team one year. She didn't care how she just was going to do it. It would take her until her fourth year for there to be an opening for a position that she wanted. Sorcha always knew which position she wanted. She didn't want the solitude of being a seeker. She didn't want the the mundanes of being a keeper and she didn't want to be a beater. She had wanted the fast paced job of being a chaser.She would always be moving and her competitive nature made her perfect for the position. So in her fifth year she had gotten her spot on the team. Just like with her school work she was completely dedicated to it. When she was at practice there was nothing else on her mind. She lived for the feel of the wind in her hair and to pass the quaffle around.

The time was coming that Sorcha was going to have to decide what career path that she was going to pursue. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do to be honest. She didn't want a desk job at the ministry. She knew that she didn't want to be an aurorer. She had seen what fighting had done to people in Ireland. She didn't want to be part of the ministry police or whatever they wanted to call themselves. She had honestly thought about giving it all up and working at her father's repair shop for the rest of her life, but he said that his little girl needed to find her own place in the world and that if later if she wanted to that she could have the shop but he didn't want his daughter relying on it or feeling like she had to take it over so that it would stay in the family. He wanted her to be happy. So Sorcha was forced to think of other things and that was when she gave careful consideration to becoming a healer. She had loved to learn. She was getting outstanding grades in all of her subjects. Why not? It wasn't like she was a stranger at St. Mungos. So her mother got her an intern job having her help with the filling system and the like. She watched what was going on and her mother allowed her to sit in on some of her cases and Sorcha just watched. It was fascinating to her and now she had a goal to work towards.

There was a void on the quidditch team for the sixth year, and that was for the keeper position. When it was filled that was how Sorcha met Sirius Black, more like Sirius Black met her. She knew who he was, it was kind of hard not to know him and his group of friends. Apparently she was now worth knowing after the summer. Sorcha knew that before that she was awkward and gangly and not exactly the next Miss Teen Wizard. She also knew that over the summer that she grew out of her awkwardness an that her features now fit her and instead of being stick like she became softer and curvier. She finally grew into her body. Sirius liked what he saw but she didn't like what she saw. He was a slacker in her mind and he didn't deserve to be on the team. He ditched practice regularly. She hated it. Eventually it got to the point that she had nothing left to lose and she agreed to go out on a date with him. It wasn't the most fabulous of first dates. It seemed like there was something off with him, but it was enough to changer her mind and the two ended up dating. It even got to the point where he was her first, but after that. Things didn't last much longer between the two and Sirius broke up with her. There was no reason why. He just did. This didn't sit well with her. Sorcha felt like she was used. That maybe he was just that good of an actor and all he wanted from her was sex and now that he had it, she wasn't worth his time anymore. Of course no break up actually sits well with a woman especially if they feel humiliated and used. Sorcha didn't think that Sirius should get away with that. She asked him to meet her in the Great Hall before breakfast just so that she could get a few things off her chest and that they could be done with it and not have to worry about the break up seeping into Quidditch practice. That was what she said but that wasn't what was going to happen. Instead she had performed the Levicorpous spell and just let him dangle there as the great hall was filled with people, who all saw the Great Sirius Black dangling from the ceiling.

Without the distraction of her boyfriend, Sorcha had gone back to throwing herself into studying and to her Quidditch practices. She was back on track. She had even considered maybe forgoing the healing profession and maybe sticking to professional quidditch, but she didn't. She knew that wasn't going to last forever and she wanted something that was going to be stable in her life. She continued interning at St. Mungos and working to become a healer. However weeks after her break up, she was dealt another blow. Her father was killed in a riot by Protestant Loyalists. Sorcha was devastated. Her father had been such a big part of her life. She didn't know how to comprehend his death. It seemed so surreal. She just remembered how it couldn't have come at a worse time. School work was piling up. There was a quidditch match and all she wanted to do was cry her eyes out and be held but she had no one who could do that. She was granted leave from school to attend his funeral and a few days after that to just gather herself. She had missed that quidditch match and she was sure that there were probably rumors about where she was but she wasn't going to tell anyone what had happened. She would let them believe what they wanted to believe. She needed that week away from her classmates and away from all the pressure that she was going through.

Sorcha knew that after her father's death that she would never be able to open his shop. Not without him so she was going to become a healer. She would stay out of the muggle world and avoid the useless fighting that they had gotten themselves into. She didn't want a part of it anymore. She was going to be a witch and that was it. She would visit her family when appropriate. She would write to them but she wasn't going to be there nearly as much as she used to be. Sorcha and her mother now permanently lived in the wizard world. It made her interning much easier over the summers that she was living there and she was able to start her training as soon as possible Her mother was teaching her things outside of class. Sorcha became cold for the remaining time at Hogwarts. The ghosts seem more livelier than her. The one thing that you couldn't doubt though was that she was a hard worker and her grades and quidditch performance never suffered. She finished Hogwarts with all Os for her N.E.W.T.S.

There was no doubt that there were rumors that something was going to change the wizarding world forever, and soon those rumors were coming true. Sorcha asked her mother what was going on and where she was going at night. Her mother refused to answer the questions. One day while at St. Mungos she overheard her mother talking about the Order with some other wizard. So that night Sorcha confronted her mother about what the order was. Her mother tried to play stupid, but Sorcha was relentless in her pursuit. She wanted to know what this Order was. She wanted to help. She wanted to do more than to just help people with small afflictions and maladies. she could do so much more and she knew it. Her grades showed that she was more than capable of knowing the spells that she needed to defend herself and that she would be able to do anything. She was a smart witch and no doubt that they could use her. Her mother refused to speak more on it, so Sorcha did the only thing that she could think of, she moved out of her mothers house and sought employment at Hogwarts to train under Madame Pomfree.

While at Hogwarts Sorcha caught more little bits about the Order. She wanted to know what this was and how she could get into it, so one night she went to Dumbledore's office and confronted him about it. She had apologized for overhearing people's conversations but she wanted to be part of this so badly and the only way for her to know more was to listen for it herself. It was a secret order afterall and nobody else would tell her. She asked Dumbledore and he let her in. The first meeting her mother was livid. She was mad at her daughter for going behind her back and she was even mad at Dumbledore for letting her in. But it didn't matter, Sorcha was in and there was nothing more that her mother could do. She had won, or so she though. It turned out that her mother got to dig her nails in her life one more time. Sorcha was to be benched permanently at Headquarters where she would heal those who were injured. Sorcha was so mad at her mother for doing that to her. She just didn't understand how she could do that to her. It was like she was never going to be able to live her life the way she wanted to. But for now she was just going to take it. It was better than nothing and at least she was still helping she supposed it would be enough for her. So for now, Sorcha lives at Headquarters healing those in the Order.

FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

Small town diners were an excellent place to observe people. Observing people was a favorite pass time for the century old vampire. She was the type of person who didn't like television because of it's scripted fairy tales. She liked watching people b real, or as real as they could be out in the world. She knew that there were people who pretended to be something that they weren't. Hell she was one of them. She thought that if she could push her vampireness down far enough that nobody would ever have to know. She had spent years building up a tolerance to the sunlight. It still made her sick and it still hurt like a bitch but she could tolerate it enough to get to her job and back. It was enough for her, and that's all she needed. She would never be caught dead sunning on a beach, but at least people wouldn't think that she was a nocturnal whack job. The lack of solar tolerance wasn't the only thing that she had problems with. It was that nasty biological need to consume blood. She had to have it to survive and it was a nasty fact of life that she had to come to terms with. She absolutely abhorred it. She wanted nothing more then to be able to tolerate the animal blood but it was disgusting. It made her sick. It barely sustained her. It didn't help that she had a demon in her bed that would always try and get her to go hunting. He always wanted her to give into her blood lust. He knew just when to play into it to. Whenever she was weak and tired and when she had been so wrapped up in what they were doing that she would forget to feed and out of the blood bags that she kept. It was always so much easier for her to say yes and be out with him. Alexandria hated the control that he had over her. She wished that she could say no to him whenever she was like that but she just didn't seem to be able to do that.

Other then wanting to hold onto her last shreds of humanity, there was another reason that Alexandria had a liking for watching humans. She needed to stay hidden. She was a vampire in a country that seemed to have so many hunters. The human race was practically exploding so naturally that meant that there were bound to be more little hunters being born. Alexandria had no clue if the vampires were gaining numbers or losing them. It seemed like they weren't smart enough to actually survive much longer. They were too blood thirsty and they alienated themselves. It was kind of stupid on their part. They were too cocky thinking that they were going to be able to always take on those hunters and everything like that. Didn't they realize that if they were going to survive that they were going to have to hide in plain sight? Maybe it was unappealing to them but it was just the sensible thing to do. Hell what did she care. The vampires could just all die out for all she cared. She knew that she would be able to survive. She had done it for so long and after all, she could always just hide at the Macabre if she ever got that desperate. What hunter would walk right into a bar filled with demons? There was no way they would be able to say the exorcism spell fast enough. One of them would end up clocking the poor sap in the back of the head. If it wasn't a demon it would be a lone vampire or werewolf or something like that who didn't want to be next after the demons were all taken care of. Hunters were part of the problem though. They didn't think. They just went off what they had been told all of their life. They just assumed that they were the good guys and that it was their job to kill everything that wasn't human or wasn't accepted by humans as a natural part of the world. Well Vampires, demons and everything were here weren't they? Just because the humans didn't want to accept that fact didn't mean that they weren't any less real or had any less right to exist. The supernatural weren't the only ones that killed humans. Animals did it too but you didn't see the humans going after and orca whales and what not until they were extinct. No because that would be wrong.

The people in the diner were a little boring. Then again look how early in the morning it was. What was she expecting? Jovial bouts of laughter? It was better though to come at this time. It was easier for her to listen to people and for her to watch them. The waitress had finally gotten the hint to leave her alone after she hadn't ordered much other then coffee. It was the only thing that was dark enough for her to spike with blood. She didn't like drinking anything other then alcohol unless it was spiked. She didn't have a great fondness for food and drink. She wished that she did though because she would have liked to keep onto something that was from her human life. All she had that really were some emotions and sex. Everything else was different for a vampire as she watched them when she was first turned more then a century ago. The conversations were slow, mumbled and incredibly dull. The things that she was picking up wasn't that important. They weren't anything insightful to the human race. Her life had steadily become more fuzzy as she went on as a vampire, so Alexandria had to constantly be around more humans so that she wouldn't forget. The waitress brought her another coffee and while no one was looking she put a healthy dose of blood in it from a flask in her bag. So much better then creamer. She had drank some coffee and relaxed. She needed that right now. She had allowed her mind to wander for a bit. She noticed that the waitress had brought a man to the table behind her. Their backs were to one another. Maybe this stranger would be interesting. Maybe not. He was alone after all. Hard to learn anything from someone was alone. Her mind drifted again. Before she knew it she was singing softly to herself. "I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy. You turn it on then you're gone. Yeah you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby. What can I do, honey. I feel like the color blue..." She soon caught herself and halted from singing the rest of the song. She hadn't even realized that she had known that song. She heard humming though. It was the man behind her. He had been singing the song that she had heard on the radio non stop about more then fifteen years ago or whenever. She normally didn't remember songs. Least of all from bands like Aerosmith. What would Sam think of her if he seen her now. "Sorry about that. Didn't realize I was singing." Alexandria offered an apology not even sure if the man had heard her. She did it anyway just in case and went back to sipping her coffee.

[ARE YOU `EEFING SIRIUS ?!]

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amazing application. and i am glad that she isn't married.