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Post by Gracie♥ on Aug 12, 2010 19:50:52 GMT -8
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E O N E B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Well, this was flashy.
I'd never been in the big city before, so I had to admit, I was impressed. It was different than I'd imagined it, but this was only Seattle. Hah. Only Seattle? With a smug grin, I stepped into what seemed to be a coffee shop on steroids. It was probably one of the least crowded places around, which was pretty damn sad. Pushing past crowds of people, I found my way to the front of the line. Glaring back teasingly at the old lady behind me, I stepped forward to the cute clerk in front of me.
"Um, just a small iced coffee please," I said softly, sliding her the appropriate amount of money. She nodded, assuring me it would be ready in a moment.I strode over to an empty table that was sitting idly in the back of the store.
The cute sales girl called my name, leaving the coffee on the counter, underneath a small sign that read pick up. I rose, my dark eyes scanning the room. It was larger than any coffee shop I've ever seen, with rows of tables and booths. There were about four separate lines of customers, with snazzy menus behinds the clerks. I walked slowly toward the marble counter, avoiding anyone that came near me. I wasn't really in the mood to chat.
Fumbling with the buttons on my silk black vest, I stared down at my slender fingers. My nails were painted with a fresh black polish, which had pissed off a couple of bullies yesterday in class. Why, I wasn't sure, but I'd taken care of them. As I looked around at the crowds of strangers, I decided I wasn't up for being here with them, and stepped outside. I found my place on an empty bench, sipping the iced coffee and playing with my phone, avoiding eye contact with anyone passing by.
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Post by krazie on Aug 13, 2010 14:50:05 GMT -8
AND BRING ME TO THE FIRE. THROW ME IN THE FLAMES.
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it was the early morning, just when the sun began to peek from the caps of skyscrapers. this was the time of morning which i loved, dramatic colors painted across the skies as the sun rose, bleeding into eachother until they consumed themselves into a subdued blue. a smile touched my lips as i ride my bicycle towards the coffee shop, adoring the scent of coffee as i approach. vaulting off my vivid blue bicycle, i run into the doorway, weaving between bodies before finding the cashier. slender fingers find purchase upon the cool granite as the girl behind the counter acknowledges me. i offer a kind smile, she asks me what i want. "a croissant with spiced tea." i fumble a bit with my fingers as she gets my order.
thanking her with a polite smile and nod, i retrieve my food and wander away, unsure of where to sit. my mouth salivates as the croissant's scent in caught in my nostrils. i smile, stealing a bite from the crisp tip. an explosion of flavors follow. now, to look for a seat. trying not to knock into anyone, my eyes scan over the seating. all taken. sighing, i head towards the entrance, hoping there would be an empty bench or whatnot.
oh that's great, all of them seem filled, aside from a bench with one person sitting. i glance over him. he seemed decent, if not a bit .. dressed in black? a forced smile comes to my lips as i meander towards there, taking a seat.
"do you mind if i sit here?"
( i don't promise many first-person posts, and this probably overrules your setting. I WILL FIX THAT WITHIN THE NEXT POST xDD )
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Post by Gracie♥ on Aug 13, 2010 15:13:15 GMT -8
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTT A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"Do you mind if I sit here?"
A girl's quiet, timid voice interrupted my thoughts. My head snapped up, and at first I didn't see anyone. I turned around to find a girl that looked to be about my age. She was a cute, petite girl. I let out a ragged breath, relieved to see someone worth talking to. I broke into a smug grin, the left side of my mouth raising playfully. Yeah, my mouth is as crooked as it gets.
"Not at all," I said politely, studying her carefully. "Sit, I demanded, nodding toward the seat beside me. She was stunning, with a perfect body, dark brown locks, and perfectly placed features. I had to admit, I hadn't seen many girls this gorgeous since... Since Marina. But she was gone now. I shook my head, as if trying to rid myself of the memory.
"I'm Eli, by the way. Why haven't I seen you around?"
I picked at the sloppily painted polish on my thumb, my attention still fixed on this girl.
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Post by krazie on Aug 13, 2010 15:41:03 GMT -8
AND BRING ME TO THE FIRE. THROW ME IN THE FLAMES.
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for a moment i stood there like a deer in headlights. a startled expression crossed my face before he spoke. i become relieved. a wry smile crosses my lips. "thank you." i muttered, sitting as my eyes stray towards the masonry laid on the ground. taking a sip of my scalding tea, my eyes water when my tongue comes in contact with it.
eli, you say?
looking back with wide eyes at him, still smiling, i get my thoughts in order. "i .. just moved here, from france." giving him a weak smile, i take another eye-watering sip of tea and thoughtfully munched on the croissant. he seemed nice, not to mention handsome? from a point of view, yes. he was stunning. i looked at his nails. was that the fashion these days?
doing what was considered polite, i glanced up to him, blue eyes studying his expression. "i am ophelia, by the way. ophelia harrison."
( today's outfit .. and nevermind, i like first person posts for humans. and this post is short. )
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Post by Gracie♥ on Aug 13, 2010 16:10:44 GMT -8
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTT A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"Thank you."
Her accent was heavy, but I could understand her with ease.. I was used to french bitches, being french-canadian. In fact, I hadn't noticed her accent in the slightest until now. Huh.
I... just moved here, from France.
Well that explains things. With a coy smile, I watched her carefully as she sat beside me. I shifted to better face her, taking a sip of my iced coffee. My dark green eyes quickly scanned her once more, trying not to stare. Her outfit was so, light and happy. I couldn't help but hope it reflected her personality.
"France," I repeated, impressed. "It's a sexy country, I must admit." I waited for a response. Before she really had the chance, though, I went on. "I speak French, but I'm only French-Canadian. Not as cool, really," I teased with a grin still on my face.
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Post by krazie on Aug 13, 2010 16:40:56 GMT -8
AND BRING ME TO THE FIRE. THROW ME IN THE FLAMES.
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the girl smiled in quaint reverence, watching his green eyes intently. her messy bangs were swept aside with a flick of her nimble fingers, red leather cracking as they were displaced.
sexy country?
her facial features contorted into a position of .. polite disgust? that was too much for her little frail heart to take. she nibbled her croissant delicately. "vraiment ? vous savez quel you' ; énonciation re ?" ophelia said in her characteristic high voice. she was unafraid of offending this stranger, but would rather not. not remotely bold, her face sunk back in a weak grin, lips unsheathing the pearly horses' teeth.
"canada? you should not be ashamed of being canadian." ophelia murmured quietly in a jokish tone.
ophie, you fail at being humorful.
( today's outfit babel fish ftw!)
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Post by Gracie♥ on Aug 13, 2010 17:13:33 GMT -8
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTT A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ophelia spoke, her french impeccable. I struggled to keep up - I only spoke in french if I absolutely had to. Also, she spoke true french. Us French-Canadians were dumbasses, and half of our language was slang.. With a sigh, I racked my brain for a response, as I could only understand half of what she was saying.
Canada? You should not be ashamed to be Canadian.
I flashed her a lopsided smile, opening my mouth to speak, trying my best not to sound like a total idiot. I spoke slowly, careful not to let my awkward Canadian accent effect my words.
"Désolé, l'amour.. mon français..pourrait..utiliser quelque aide," I said playfully. Sorry, love... my french could use some help. The words felt alien to my lips. As I spoke, I tried to remember the last time I'd talked like this. In all honesty, I couldn't. Damn, she was worth it though."And, um, I'm sorry you had to hear that." I winked, watching her patiently. I bit my bottom lip absently.
"I've always wanted to go to France..everyone there is so...cool," I admitted my eyes darting around the room before resting back on my hands, which were folded idly in my lap. The black polish had started to chip, but I paid it no mind. As my eyes drifted down to my wrists, I saw something that sent chills down my spine.
Cutting scars.
I was so caught up in this girl that I had forgotten about them, about yesterday. Allie had been shot, and I had started to cut myself. In a single day, I'd left eight scars along my wrists, four on either side. I was wearing a t-shirt, and had no way to cover them, so I just tried not to make a big deal of the gashes running up and down my arms. Crap.
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