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Post by Sebastian Cunningham on Sept 9, 2008 22:33:34 GMT -5
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}Are you ready to find the spark inside and let it burn?{[/color][/Center][/b] It was so strange being here, until now Sebastian had never left his home country, and here he was sitting in a Café halfway across the world. ((OOC::was so tempted to say across the universe! lol)) After he'd unpacked his stuff he'd grabbed his favorite blazer, loosened a couple of the buttons on his pastel pink shirt and walked from the room in his tight faded jeans, the blazer draped over his shoulder like a lone decoration on a posh Christmas tree.
He already missed the comfort of being at home, because his life there had been his comfort zone, his friends, family--even if they weren't his real family. Rubbing the toe of his shiny black boot against his shin in thought, Sebastian lifted up his Vanilla Latte and took a sip of it, his eyes wandering around the room, studying the people carefully.
Sebastian eyed up a couple of wiry men walking through the café and smirked, well well well, at least the guy were drop dead gorgeous. Thinking about men, Sebastian's eyes dropped and he sighed. Before he had left New Zealand he had in fact had a steady boyfriend, but they had both decided that it would be easier to end it while it was good and in hopes that maybe they would meet up again,
George... who was the dark beauty with coal colored eyes and soft velvet skin. His Georgia. Shaking his head, he took another mouthful and looked down at the schedule in his hand. There was a map too and Sebastian was trying his best to memorize both. The last thing he needed was to get lost or miss classes, he was pretty serious about what he wanted to do. ----------------
I'm the walls close in
I'm the words you won't say
I'm the voices you chose to keep inside
And lock away
Everyday
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Post by Vivian Cantor on Sept 10, 2008 13:14:47 GMT -5
Vivian pushed the cafe's door open, letting herself in as she yawned. She had decided to grab a cup of joe before heading out to see what she could to entertain herself, she might even call Morgan up and see what he was up to. She currently had her iPod shoved into her ears and was listening to an OK Go song, it was a bit comforting to hear since they didn't have accents. Just plain old American sounding voices. Vivian never would have thought she would miss hearing voices that sounded similar to hers. Even though she had a small southern accent. The Irish and English accents were driving her crazy, sometimes she just wanted to punch Morgan and tell him to 'speak normal'.
But that wasn't the point right now, the point was that she needed a cup of coffee. Unlike most people, she didn't operate on caffine, but sometimes she needed a jump start, especially when she nearly drifted to sleep while she was driving here. She turned her iPod off and stuffed that and the headphones into her purse. She then walked up to the counter.
She gave the guy behind the counter a small smile as she brushed her brunette hair out of her eyes. "Uh, I'll just have a cup of black coffee," She said, ordering something simple. Unlike most wussies who had to have their coffee sugared up or had cream in it, she liked it strong. The guy behind the counter nodded and prepared her drink. While she stood waiting, Vivian glanced around and noticed some guy sitting there studying a piece of paper. Vi guessed it was a new guy to the school. Well, he might be interesting, and maybe American.
Once her coffee was done, she took it and walked over to where the guy sat. "Hey, you mind if I sit here or something? Usually I'd sit alone but I'm in need of company right now," She said, giving the guy a shadow of a smile to show she wasn't trying to be mean or anything. He looked like a nice guy, kinda handsome too. But for all Vivian knew he was probably taken, or batting for the other team.
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Post by Sebastian Cunningham on Sept 10, 2008 22:24:07 GMT -5
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}Are you ready to find the spark inside and let it burn?{[/color][/Center][/b] Sebastian had watched the woman a little bit, admittedly anything was better than reading his stupid schedule; he listened to her order and smiled a little about the black coffee. Yeah so he was a wussy because he totally hated black coffee; it just wasn't appetizing. He enjoyed the TASTE of coffee at it's finest, not when it was tasting like badly burnt grilled cheese or something. Not that he had anything against the bitter brew. Not at all.
He had looked back down to his coffee, lifting it to drink when her voice made him jump, and his blue eyes lifted and caught hers. "No, no go ahead." He said in his thick New Zealand accent; it was almost Australian sounding, yet a thicker slur to it, his words much more lazy sounding.
"Any particular reason why you're in need of company?" He asked curiously taking another mouthful of his drink, loosening his scarf from around his slender throat. Sebastian folded up his schedule and slipped it into his jean pocket, arching his hips upwards before seating them back down comfortably.
Now that she was closer, Sebastian found himself studying her intently. Dark hair framed her pale face, shadowed green eyes met with his own as he smiled kindly. She was slender, not too short. He hated that short tiny people, made him feel huge and he hated intimidating people with his height. For a woman she was rather cute, she looked like a nice person, and even if she wasn't it wasn't going to stop him from getting to know her. He was a curious person and loved to know as many people as he could. More gossip that way.
"Sebastian." He said finally, lifting a hand to her in greeting. Did they shake hands over here, he felt awfully formal wanting to shake her hand, but he wasn't going to jump up and give her a hug, he wasn't in New Zealand anymore. Things were going to be a LOT different for the young man, for someone who had never left his country he was now in one he hardly knew anything about. ----------------
I'm the walls close in
I'm the words you won't say
I'm the voices you chose to keep inside
And lock away
Everyday
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Post by Vivian Cantor on Sept 11, 2008 6:32:13 GMT -5
When the guy allowed her to sit down, Vivian took a few seconds trying to decode his accent. He sounded almost British but it was a bit too, what was it, thick? She supposed that could be they way to describe it, like maple syrup or something was making him slur his words a bit. It was possible that he was Australian but she wasn't going to guess. She had heard that Australians never liked it when they were mistaken for British, and vice-versa. It was the same for people from different regions of the US.
She pulled the chair opposite of him out iwht one hand and lowered herself into the seat. She set her coffee down and smoothed down her skirt. She was wearing a plain white tank top over another purple tank top, a brown belt was wrapped around her waist, and to complete the attire was a red plaid skirt and a pair of boots. She perfered boots to nearly any other pair of shoes, except maybe sneakers.
She glanced up at him and met his eyes when he asked her why she needed company. "Oh, just some family problems, I figured why think about it alone in a corner when I can think about it with someone sitting next to me," She said, giving him a small but brief smile, her pale lips stretching slightly in an almost forced way. Her reason for wanting company was true. Her father had decided to spring something on her while she was all the way in Ireland, if that wasn't good parenting, Vivian didn't know what was.
She watched the guy study her, but he wasn't 'checking her out' like guys would, he was observing her, like he was trying to memorize what she looked like. She glanced him over as well. He was tall, Vivian wasn't a short girl by any means but this guy was tall but luckily she wouldn't look awkward if she was walking next to him or anything. He had taken off a blazer and his style almost matched Morgan's except Morgan never wore a scarf. The guy's dirt blonde hair looked messy but that seemed to be the style nowadays, even Vivian's brunette hair was a bit messy. He had pale blue eyes which seemed almost gray if he turned the right way. She glanced away for a second, deciding not to study the guy too much or he might think she was weird, which wasn't a far stretch.
When he introduced himself, Vivian was slightly taken aback when he offered his hand to shake. She had shaken more hands over here in Europe then she had back in the States. Many people said Americans were more hands off then any other country, that might be true, but Vivian accepted the handshake anyway. She shoke his hand and introduced herself, "Vivian."
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