venti extra-foamy caramel macchiato [sinclaire]

[eloDie monroe]

It was a crisp, cloudy September morning, worthy of wearing a jacket or a light windbreaker. And of course, Elodie chooses to wear neither-- only now does she regret her decision. A cool wind tousled her hair and gave her goose bumps as she made her way to the local café, a popular hangout of the students at Karsun. It wasn’t too early, so she expected to see someone she recognized there.

She skillfully made her way quickly across the campus, recognizing each building and walkway after seeing them near every day for quite a few years. She was really paying attention to all the scenery she passed, and she never before realized how far of a journey it was just to get to the café from her dormitory. She passed the empty-looking theater, swerved between students going to their morning classes in the West Building, and came up along the memorial park.

Elodie soon found herself in front of the café before long. She pulled open the door and was welcomed to its warmth and the smell of coffee and various pastries. She herself was more of a complicated-drink-with-extra-whipped-cream sort of person, but today she figured she could get away with just a hot chocolate. She ordered, paid, and then stood in line, inconspicuously listening to what some of the other students ordered. After her drink was called, she found a nice table on the wall and settled herself down.

[sinclaire Evans]

CAUSE I'M A GRINNER, I'M A LOVER

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Yawn. One big fat yawn from Miss Evans here as she struggled on this fine morning to do her homework. It's not exactly homework per say; her screenwriter 101 professor told them a week before that they should think about a concept already for their first script. It would be their project for the semester. Usually Sinclaire wouldn't have a hard time with these type of stuffs. Her flame-colored head was always filled with ideas, but when it comes time to really execute them or put them on paper. All she can come up with is blank. It's irritating, and she doesn't know exactly why that happens, but it just does. Screenwriting 101 is her first class in the morning, and since she was working against time, she figured that caffeine always helps. It has never failed her before when she needs some extra push. Make that a lot of push.

So she basically was just sitting comfortably in her chair at the famous Hogan Cafe; one leg beneath her with the other dangling, and a pen on her hand. She was playing with it, while music filled her ears. She was basically going for anything and everything that would inspire her. From the ambiance in the humble cafe, to the melody booming in her ears, and to everyone who's passing-by. Sin was watching people pass-by in front of the shop and those who would come in. Hoping that there would just be something about them that would spark that creativity in her. She was about to give up when she saw a rather familiar dark-haired girl, who just made the mistake of not wearing the proper attire for this weather, get her hair all blown up by the wind.

'Elodie!' Sinclaire beamed. Once the older girl got her order and took her seat, which was coincidentally behind Sin's seat; Sinclaire decided to chat, and take a break from her work. "Hey D!" she greeted all-too-enthusiastically. Maybe it was because of the coffee, or maybe it was because this girl was just too happy to break away (though momentarily) from her 'academics'. "What's up?" she chuckled as she caught sight of Elodie's hair. It was blown backwards, and also straying out in all different directions because of the windy weather outside. "Aside from your hair, of course!"

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OOC|| i made them know each other already. introductions are such a hassle. XD