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Post by ella on Oct 30, 2006 1:30:50 GMT -6
Kimberley walked into the famous coffee house, and walked towards the counter. A cute guy was serving. She gave him a gorgeous smile, and then ordered herself an ice chocolate. The boy took her name and order, and Kim thanked him, before walking off to sit to down on a puffy, cream chair.
After a few minutes of reading a gossip magazine, she heard her name called out. Standing up, she slowly walked towards the counter. Giving the cute guy yet another smile, she took her ice coffee, and went back to sit down.
Gossip magazine back in her lap, and her drink in her left hand, she just sat there. After a moment, she pushed her large sunglasses back over her head, showing off her pretty brown eyes. Glancing around the small coffee house, she wished there was a friendly face.
ooc Open to all. Yay! [/sup] |
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Post by zachary on Oct 30, 2006 6:56:46 GMT -6
Zachary strolled into the cafe, apparently he was now keyboardless, but still had the book of sheet music. He was staring down at the notes, sometimes raising his eyes to make sure that he was going to trip on anyone.
After a few minutes of just standing, or walking around the room, he finally found the pot of coffee, and poured himself one. He quickly paid, then sat down in one of the comfy pages. Still, his eyes were locked on the music.
What was he doing? Memorizing the notes and words to some of his favorite TCC songs. After a few minutes he took a sip of coffee and set it on the table. Sighing he set down the book, and began to hum a few of the notes from the book. "This is going to take forever," he groaned, resting his head on his hand, and continued to read the notes.
Sometimes humming to one of his favorite songs 'Say the Word'. A few times, if some one were near him, he sung the words just loud enough for them to hear. "I had months to write a song,that captured who you are, but I fear I have done you wrong. Because I've failed you so far. The chord that struck, an angel fell
The sky went dark and it all comes down, the choices made, the lies forgotten," he sung in a tone just barely registered as a whisper. Of course, maintaining this level of silence was a problem, since he's used to singing out, not singing down.
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Post by kelseylewington on Oct 30, 2006 15:48:43 GMT -6
Kelsey took off her large dark black Dior sunglasses and placed them on the top of her head as she pulled open the door to the local Starbucks, welcoming in the sweet smell of coffee. She walked up to the counter, smiling sweetly at the cute server as she ordered her latte.
As she waited for her latte to be ready she took the sunglasses off her head and put them into her black leather messenger bag that hung over her right side. Her long blonde hair was down and wavy, and pulled forward so it came down over the front of her white ruffled three-quarter length sleeve blouse. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the counter as if hoping it would hurry the cute, but very slow server to make her latte.
Finally it was ready and he handed her the hot beverage, "Thank you," Kelsey said with a bit of attitude. "Took long enough," was muttered under her breath as she turned around, sipping the drink. Noticing an empty table she made her way to it and took out her sketch book to begin sketching what she wanted her Homecoming dress to look like.
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Oct 30, 2006 16:05:38 GMT -6
Bridget walked in to her favorite coffee house, Starbucks. She had just come from the mall. She was trying to find something to wear to the party at the beach this weekend. All she found though, were a cute pair of earrings.
She walked up to the counter and ordered a French vanilla cappuccino and a blueberry muffin. Almost every time she came here she ordered the same thing, a French vanilla cappuccino and a blueberry muffin.
About two minutes later the guy at the counter handed her the muffin and drink. She thanked him, then walked over to a empty table. She sat down and pulled out her pink razor to check if she had gotten any new texts. Unlucky for her, there were none.
She put her cell back in her purse and grabbed her favorite fashion magazine. One of her assignments was to look through a fashion magazine and find two pictures, one of an outfit she liked and one she hated.
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Post by lorenzobonaventure on Oct 30, 2006 21:50:01 GMT -6
ooc;; OH. Tempted. Should I join, luffs?
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Post by lorenzobonaventure on Oct 30, 2006 22:12:52 GMT -6
Coffee cups loaded to the rim with excessive expresso shots, enough caffiene in this single room to make a big enough bang even at some expensive gala hosted by the queen of England. Not to mention that every frappaccino packs about three pounds more on each of your thighs after two or three days of drinking them. Why then did people, let alone adolescents who were supposed to care about their health, even consider entering such a toxic atmosphere? Eh. 'Cause it was good eats, good drink. Fuck calories and caffiene-addiction. What didn't kill you made you stronger. Or in this case, what didn't kill you would soon enough. But hey. Lorenzo was a dancer, a magnificent one at that. How could a white chocolate mocha slow him down so terribly if he wanted one? It couldn't. He was invincible, like Superman.
Without the weakness to kryptonite sort of thing, though he might still be injured if he was smacked with something of that sort of mass anyway. And let's face it: He'd probably meet an untimely death in a burning building. Alright, so maybe invincible was going a bit overboard. Physically fit? Aware of his state of health? Yeah, that fit much better. A little mocha every once and awhile wouldn't hurt him. No way, man. He'd dance it right off in about two hours anyway.
So he did just that. Strolling straight up to the front counter, he got his white chocolate mocha. With his hair sticking up at odd angles on his head, Lorenzo didn't look particularly well rested. Nor did he appear to care that his hair looked like that. Hell. With his sort of arrogance, he probably thought he looked damned pretty. Damned silly was more like it. But his handsome features were still preserved as well as ever; the full peach lips, the rugged jaw line, the straight and aristocratic bridge of his nose. They were all thankfully in tact. Straightening the black blazer he wore over a grey long-sleeved collared-shirt(these sorts of outfits seemed to be his fashion of choice, as of late), he began to move toward an open table, until something--or someone--caught his blue eyes.
Kelsey Lewington: Ex-flame and total babe. Great girl too. His interest this time, however, was purely friendly. He desired nothing more from her at the moment than her companionship. Moving over to the table, his skinny black jeans allowing him comfortable enough movement, he was prepared with a smile for his good friend. Standing beside her, one hand in his pocket, the other clutching his cup, he sipped once loudly and then leaned slightly over the young woman, "Mind if I join you?" he asked, but without waiting for permission, he sat in an available seat. "What the hell you drawing this time, Kelse?"
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Post by kelseylewington on Oct 30, 2006 22:44:53 GMT -6
Kelsey felt the body come up behind her, heard him speak and saw him sit down. All without breathing as she knew who it was before he sat down and she couldn't help but smile when she saw him. 'God Lorenzo,' she thought, 'why do you have to be so gorgeous?' "Hey, you," Kelsey said cheerfully, completing rebounding from to rude person she had shorlty before.
She looked at him as he spoke, and she knew all he wanted was to be a friend, but she couldn't help but wonder. They had once had a 'thing'. It was small, but it was a 'thing'. Part of her wanted to see if it could work again, I mean, just look at his face, his body, and it didn't help that Lorenzo was a decent guy too. She could imagine the taste of his lips, the feel of his hands on her. Realizing she had been daydreaming, Kelsey snapped back to reality, blushing slightly.
"What, sorry? Oh, my drawing?" She asked hoping it wasn't too obvious she had completely blacked out. She pulled the book to her chest so that sketch was no longer visible. "It's something," she said giving him a smirk. "You'll just have to wait and see, I guess." Kelsey put the book down, closing it and took a sip of her latte. "So, how have you been?" she asked curious as to who he been with.
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Post by ella on Nov 1, 2006 4:02:40 GMT -6
ooc. So. Halloween took up last night. : D Sorry about that <3
bic A sigh escaped the girls lips and she glanced around. She actually looked away from a gossip collum on Britney Spears. Shocking! But her deep brown eyes were caught by a male sitting down in a chair not far from her. And her ears were listenting to his singing. He was quite good, but, who was she to judge? She loved everyone's voice whether it was bad or not. But she would still use it to start a conversation. Brushing her hair from her eyes, she placed her magazine back onto the little coffee table.
Standing up slowly, she stretched her arms above her head. Taking another sip of her ice chocolate, she slowly made her way over to Zachary. Tilting her head on the side, a smile was placed onto her lips. "Hello. Nice singing," she said, and gave a little laugh. Not very girly, not long...a bit short. But still a laugh. Still smiling, she sat down beside him, and gave another little sigh. Her head was starting to freeze up a bit.
Head still tilted on the side, she asked, "Name's Kimberley. And yours?" Hey, can't blame her for trying to start conversation. Still smiling, she reached into her handbag and fished out some asprin. Taking out two tablets, she swallowed them down without a drink. She would have explained, but that would have been...weird. Or at least in her eyes. [/sup] |
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Post by zachary on Nov 1, 2006 7:36:05 GMT -6
His concentration broke as he suddenly tore his eyes from the sheet music and looked up at the girl. After getting over the initial shock he smiled, "Thanks." Clearly, he wasn't expecting some one to talk to him, but, he didn't mind. Not at all.
"Zachary, or Zac," He said with a smile. Once he finished introducing himself, he set the sheet music on the floor next to the chair. After all, conversations were usually a lot funner then studying some random notes, plus, the conversations might mean making more friends, and he enjoyed having friends. But seriously, who doesn't like having friends?
A slightly confused look crossed his face as he tilted his head slightly to one side. "Um.." he said simply watching her take the pills, "do you have a headache or something?" he asked simply. Granted, it was none of his business, but he's a very curious young man. Then he shook his head quickly and apologized, "Sorry, that was rude."
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Post by lorenzobonaventure on Nov 1, 2006 18:12:58 GMT -6
Lorenzo made a face, "Damn, you're so selfish. Can't even share a simple sketch with your good pal, Lorenzo. So much for giving you best friend of the month award..." he taunted. Again, he lifted the mocha to his lips and drank, finding that it was already only three fourths full. Ah, he was never one to sit and enjoy his coffee. Always in a rush, it seemed. Always hurrying. But that was Lorenzo. A dancer even when he was doing things that didn't involve dance at all. He was simply too fast, too high-energy nearly every day.
Shrugging lightly, he put down the cup and listened to the shrill squeal of the chair against the hard tile floor as he moved it closer to Kelsey, playfully craning his neck to snatch a glance at the now closed notebook, "I've been good," he said slowly in response to her first question, "What about you? I haven't seen you in awhile. Hope you haven't missed me too much while I was gone, yeah? Because I know my absence tends to have drastically negative affects on women..." Lorenzo was teasing, it was obvious. Though, in a way, he was also serious. It was his conceited side escaping him. A side that wasn't usually publically shown, but a side that Kelsey knew about. And she had accepted it. Or did she? He'd never really figured it out.
Lorenzo knew that many people disliked him greatly for his, and its obviousness--though he never said it aloud--was a turn off for man and woman alike. It seemed that the only people so far that hadn't been annoyed by his arrogance were Lane, Arya, and Ayachi. But Lane was his best bud, Arya had never been openly exposed to that side of him, and Ayachi was too sweet to say anything about it anyway, he was sure. Though, he got mixed signs from Kelsey. Some said "Fuck off" but the stronger ones seemed to say "Whatever", and she completely disregarded his conceit, accepting it completely as a part of the Lorenzo Bonaventure package.
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Post by kelseylewington on Nov 1, 2006 21:32:08 GMT -6
“Meh,” Kelsey said, shrugging her shoulders in reference to the selfish comment. “I’m not denying it,” a smile on her face. “But I better win the best friend of the month award we both know it doesn’t get much then me,” Kelsey said an air of fake arrogance to it. Although that’s all her arrogance ever was, her self-esteem never remained very high for very long but she often gave the appearance of one who was full of herself.
She laughed at him. “Oh, Lorenzo, sweetheart,” she said reaching over to gently pat his shoulder. “You take yourself way too seriously; I survived quite fine without you, although I know you were quite distraught with out my ever present company.” Kelsey couldn’t help but hope that he actually was. She seemed to be falling under the spell he seemed to cast over the world, again. ‘God,’ she thought. ‘Why me?’ Angry at herself for the level of desperateness that seemed to be overwhelming her, she took a sip of her latte and decided to change the subject.
“Where’d you go anyway?” she asked, curious. “It seemed like you just disappeared this summer.”
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Post by ella on Nov 2, 2006 0:25:51 GMT -6
Kimberley shook her head at his very last comment. "No, it wasn't rude." She gave him a small smile, to show she thought it was just a normal question. She then nodded. "I suffer from migranes." This made her poke her tongue out. She hated getting sick. And it was obvious from the look on her face.
"So, Zac, how come I've seen you around school and never talked to you? How could a resist such a handsome guy as yourself?" she asked, and laughed. A hand reached up behind her head to run through her hair. A nasty habit, but she did it anyway. She was just studying Zac's face. He was kind of cute..in fact, alot cute. But would she say anything. Pff, no, she was too shy to. [/sup] |
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Post by zachary on Nov 2, 2006 8:32:21 GMT -6
"Migraines are a pain," Zachary said, rubbing his head. Granted, the only time he had something close to a migraine was when he fell off his swing at age six and hit his head on the ground rather hard.
Then he shrugged, "Maybe because... Actually, no idea," he admitted, wondering why he had never really talked to Kimberley. Right now, he was drawing up all blanks, with no clue how he never really did look at her. Sure, he might have smiled at her in the halls or something, but he never really noticed her. Maybe, he just looked right threw her, because he didn't really know her. But, now he couldn't help but think he was rather stupid for doing that, since she was very pretty.
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Post by ella on Nov 2, 2006 15:16:54 GMT -6
Kimberley smiled. "Maybe we've just been too busy with our other friends before now," she suggested with a shrug. Was she suggesting they were friends by saying our other friends? Don't be silly. They had met...what? 5 minutes ago? Give them longer than that.
Smiling, she said, "So you're a singer? That's pretty cool." She gave a little laugh. "The closest thing I get to a singer is in my shower. I'm more interested in dance." Still smiling, Kim titled her head on the side, just watching Zac with intrest over her face. [/sup] |
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Post by zachary on Nov 2, 2006 19:11:25 GMT -6
"Maybe, " Zachary said. "But, either way, we're here now. Right?" he asked simply, but the answer was quiet obvious. Amazing what type of people you meet in Star bucks, isn't it? he couldn't help but think as he scratched his chin and smiled at Kimberley.
"Singing's fun, I think I first started in the shower also," he in a confident tone. After a slight pause his smile broadened, "I can't dance, at all... I think, I'm dancing impaired or something. Because, seriously, the only dance I can do is the 'slow dance' that everyone does at high school prom, where you dance in this endless little circle." When he said the last phrase, his finger traced a circle on the arm of the chair to emphasize the point he was trying to make. Which was rather obvious, Zachary had no dancing skills. At. All.
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