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It was so strange, Caroline had never felt like this before. But sitting up in her bed, now wide awake from once a deep sleep, she could't help but feel a strange tug. It was as though part of her mind had just remembered something important. But not something like leaving the oven on or forgetting to water her plants, but more like remembering that she had more money in her account than she thought she did, or that her vacation just started. Something grander and more exciting. Yet, as Caroline sat there in the silent darkness, nothing came to mind. She blinked, her expression twisted in tired confusion as she tried to remember what it felt her heart remembered, but could think of nothing.
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"Hm" She hummed still rather confused by the feeling so strong that it woke her up. Turning, Caroline laid back down and stared aimlessly into her dark room, wondering what that feeling had been.
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The next day Caroline had all but forgotten the strange feeling that had woken her up in the dead of night. Instead her mind was on getting ready for her late morning classes that started at 10. Getting up at 7:50 Caroline gave herself 45 minutes to eat which she also took to watch re-runs of 'King Of Queens', 45 minutes to change, 10 minutes to get her stuff together and then just enough time to walk two blocks and catch the tram to her state college. The mornings were always nice because Caroline hated to rush things, didn't mind waking up early, and felt completely capable to take on the day once she reached school.
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Caroline was 22 and never got a degree when everyone else her age was. And although she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life, she liked to take classes just to help keep her mind working. Some people would just lose basic educated skills after aome time. So Caroline, not wanting this to happy to her, was taking an Algebra class, Writing, and Art History. It wasn't full time and her Writing class wasn't even credited, but it kept her going, and well she just enjoyed school. Today was Writing and Art History, and then at 4:30 when Art History was over she had an hour break before it was time to head over to her job.
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But for now, it was 1:30 and her Writing class just ended, giving her some time to get something to eat from the schools foodcourt. As Caroline walked through the courtyard, there were students wandering about, or sitting at tables with friends or classmates, eating or studying.
With her old leather shoulder bag thunking against her hip while she walked, and her deep brow hair blowing less than majestically against her face, getting in her eyes and mouth, she made her way to the closest foodcart, not really caring about what she ate. Honestly who knows how this worked for Pocahontas because her hair was just getting all up in her way instead of making her look like a forest maiden. Oh well, not everything could happen like they did in the movies, unless the movie was titled 'That Girl Who Took Some College Classes And Had A Late Night Job, But Not As A Prostitute'. Yea, the worlds most predictable and shortest book.
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Caroline for a moment looked up at the clock tower, just over the main offices and sitting area. It was a good sunny day, but not too hot, and small fluffy white clouds lightly dusted the light blue sky. Caroline was always inspired by her surroundings so enjoyed looking up at the clock tower and the sky behind it. It was then however, that the corner of her eye caught something, or actually, it caught someone.
A man, leaning up against the light pole, his arms lightly crossed over what seemed to be a very nice black suit, something someone might be berried in if they died. He looked young, perhaps around her age or a few years younger. His body seemed tall, slender, with broad shoulders, and lightly wrapped in tight muscles. His ink black hair was very thick and full, and a tad long and messy yet shaped and controlled. His full eyebrows weren't too thick and also seemed a bit shaped, his eyes a bright sharp green, and nearly looking yellow. They were then lined with thick yet short eyelashes. His skin was white, the whitest Caroline had seen on someone without it looking sickly. But his strangely good looks weren't what grabbed Caroline's attention, no, it was the fact that he was looking at her. Eyes fixed on her in a relaxed yet determined way. Often when someone were to catch someone else looking at them, that 'someone else' would know to quickly look away, but not this man. He just continued to look at her, in a way that made her feel almost naked in broad daylight, yet not ashamed. Who was this person? And why was he looking at her with such shameless ownership?
Caroline blinked, expecting him to look away, but he didn't. Weird. Well feeling as though her soul was being invaded through her eyes, she took the priority and quickly looked away as she moved passed him. Weird. But oh well, now was time for food and her mind had already slipped into that subject.
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The day went on and after Caroline had a cup of Clam Chowder and a nice glass of cold water, she went to her next class. However, a feeling had followed her. A strange tugging feeling that she couldn't find to understand. After class she took her hour break, which was used to read, not a textbook, she was reading Jane Eyre. Because why not some hopeless romance? Then, she hopped on a buss to her late job.
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Caroline worked at late night bar/cafe/restaurant for those who had late jobs and perhaps needed a good coffee shot before hand, a snack break during, or a drink afterwords. It was called 'Face Up', a little weird but hey it got peoples attention. Not only did she work there but for 8 hours 4 nights a week she was a manager. Yup, she got there early, and left about 1am passing the baton to another young manager up until 5am. Face Up was a pleasant enough place to work, it was quiet for the most part, just the usual crowed of tired late night workers trying to keep themselves going and the few drunks that Caroline didn't mind kicking out. The place wasn't fancy, but it was nice and well maintained. And hey, it did keep her up pretty late, but the paychecks were good and it WAS only for 4 days a week.
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But that night, during her shift, Caroline still didn't feel completely right. Not to say she felt wrong or bad, just strange... off. It was still the tugging feeling, though faint it was haunting.
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After work Caroline would take the tram which brought her with in a few blocks of her apparent, and although she lived in the city she lived on pretty safe street. Of course it never hurt to take pepperspray with her.
It was 12:42am and Caroline shift was nearly over. She was just helping count the numbers from her shift which was her last task before she could head home.
Leaning behind the counter with an employee named Sasha, Caroline worked to finish the paper work for that night.
" Sooo, we are technically missing 8 dollars. Did you forget to keep a re-fund receipt? Or did this dumb cash register not print one out orrr"
" Oh right, right. No I gave someone a free drink, you know that lady that spilled her first one? I forgot to punch that in." Caroline lightly nodded.
" Alrighty then. I will jusssttt-" She hunched forward, scribbling in a few things before leaning up and bunching in the register drawer.
" Awesome. We are on the mark tonight. You got 84 dollar in tips, good for you, and I got 92! Wicha!" Caroline calibrated yanking a fist back. There was often a competition to see who, out of the seven people working there, would get the most tips. Caroline, Sasha, And James the main bar staff were usually neck in neck when it came to that.
Caroline finished her few tasks before clocking out, then grabbing her green flannel shirt and her shoulder back from under the counter, she rounded the back and headed towards the door.
"Alright, I think I'm off then"
It was then when the sound of the door pushing open grabbed Caroline's attention. Looking up, she was about to greet the new customer when she realized he was a man who had actually been 'cut off' and had left in a huff, about an hour ago.
This man, wearing a dirty torn screemo shirt, an old black leather coat, lots of tattoos, and an awful scowl, was clearly going to be trouble. He was no older than 35, but the poor life choices clearly took a toll on his health.
Like a shot of espresso shipped from overseas, Caroline felt her adrenaline jump and her mind scramble to respond. She didn't know how, but she knew he was going to be trouble.
"I'm going to have to ask you to lea-"
But what seemed to perhaps be an annoyance turned instantly into a life or death situation. The man, scorned with vengeance in his eyes, pulled a gun from his back pocket, and like that, a normal, pleasant night turned horrific.
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