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Post by serenity alison reed on Jan 6, 2010 17:09:02 GMT -5
 --- and since we've no place to go ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW )[/center]
When Serenity had first realized she would be spending the winter season in New York City, she was wild with excitement. Having been born and raised in the good ol' Lowcountry, the very idea of the weather being cold enough for it to snow was foreign to her. Now, for the first time in her life, she would have the opportunity to see the white fluffy flakes up close and personal. Of course, in order for it to snow, the temperature did have to make a substantial drop, and this thought had somehow slipped Serenity's mind in her snow mania.
When she awoke that morning, she looked out the window with childlike joy--it was snowing! She threw her covers back, hurriedly got dressed, ran out of her room, the dorm, and the building...and almost immediately ran back inside. It was fucking freezing. Why hadn't anybody warned her that frostbite was a side effect of playing in the snow? She was no longer as excited as she had been when she looked out the window; in fact, she was pretty frustrated, because she couldn't even avoid going outside today. She had to hop a few buses and make her way over to Brooklyn Heights to see her new psychologist. And she sure as hell couldn't ask anyone for a ride there. So she would just have to suck it up and live with the cold...the harsh, biting cold.
After putting on the warmest clothes she could possibly find in the depths of her closet--which, admittedly, were only as warm as the mild South Carolina winters permitted--Serenity left the building again, and practically ran to the bus stop. Not only did this serve to keep her warm, but all the time she had spent changing her clothes had actually almost made her miss her bus.
Once she had finally made it to the psychologist's office--without getting lost even once, she would proudly tell her parents that night--she felt extremely accomplished, as though she were the victor in an epic battle of good and evil. She was the Harry Potter to the weather's Voldemort, the Dora to its Swiper, the Mystery Gang to its Old Man Withers. Now that the appointment was over and she faced the minor setback of having to do all of that again in order to get back to Eisley, however, her amazing feat didn't seem to be repeatable.
As she stepped out of the building and felt the cold wind bite at her nose, she sighed heavily, pausing to watch the cloud of carbon dioxide she had just exhaled float up and disappear. She glared at the ridiculous gray clouds that had been the cause of this whole mess, then resigned herself to her fate and entered the sea of people walking on the sidewalk, slowly trudging over the snow-covered pavement with the bus stop in sight.
Along the way, she found herself pausing briefly at each building she passed which had someone opening the door, because in the few seconds she could get away with standing there and not getting stampeded or yelled at, a precious, brief blast of warm air settled over her. At the entrance to one building, however, she unconsciously paused for even longer than that as she breathed in the sweet aroma of...Starbucks. Holy shit, Starbucks. Where there was Starbucks, there was coffee. Where there was coffee, there was warmth. That was all the reason Serenity needed to immediately take a sharp turn left and enter the safe haven that was Starbucks.
Apparently there were plenty of other people who shared the same thought process as Serenity, because as soon as she felt the door secure behind her, she noticed that the store was crowded as all get out. The line reached all the way to the back and even curved a little, and there didn't appear to be any seats available. Still, it was better than the alternative, so Serenity gladly took her place at the back of the line, content for the moment with the mouth-watering smell and the delightful tingle of her extremities un-numbing.
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can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
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Post by dallas laertes finn on Jan 11, 2010 8:49:49 GMT -5
 WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.IGNORANCE IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND. IGNORANCE IS YOUR NEW BEST FRI-
"AHHH!" Thud. That was the sound of a sixteen year old male being woken up out of a deep slumbed by his alarm clock and... the wall. It was his fault, about the wall, he'd been the one to put his bed that close to the wall with no space left to not hit it every time the alarm clock woke him up. Though you probably would have thought that he'd learn from his mistakes by now, right? Well, no, not exactly. This happened almost every morning and he had yet to learn from the mistake of having a bed so close to the wall. It was a miracle that he hadn't knocked himself out from the pressure building up behind his skull after every hit to it. But Benji didn't seem to care all that much, most of the time he was still tired after having been woken up. Just like right now, as was evident from the fact that his hand was nowhere near his alarm clock; flailing around trying to look for the snooze button, only to find the wall. He rolled over, the wrong way and ended up falling. "AHH!" His voice was sleepy and slightly high pitched in the mornings, which made his current situtation a lot worse. Especially since, after he had moved, he was now stuck... between his bed and the wall. What a, uh, strange, predicament to be in. Now how was he supposed to get out of this problem, eh? Blowing his hair out of his eyes and looking up to the ceiling, Benji wondered if it was possible to reach his phone from this position. He stretched his arm across the bed, fingertips scrazing the side of his phone, but that only made everything all that much more worse. Instead of getting his phone, he got a face full of covers and ended up on the floor. Stuck even more. Mentally smacking himself on the forehead, Benji struggled to get up. Last time this had happened Jaxon had told him to crawl under his bed; but that wouldn't work, he didn't have one of those beds. He had drawers underneath it! However, his phone had fallen down as he had and he could just about reach it now. Benji picked it up with one hand and sent a quick text message to Jaxon: 'HELPI'MSTUCK!' then struggled to get free from the bed.
Ten minutes later, Benji was standing in the middle of his room looking at his bed with a most distasteful expression on his face. Mentally telling it off for being so damn annoying and trapping. It was a seductive bed, ha! Shaking his head at it, the tall male loped off to the bathroom for a quick shower before getting dressed. After wrapping a towel around the lower half of his body, the nineteen year old shuffled back into his bedroom; trying to avoid his room mate who looked like he was about to attack his body, as he had done so, so many times before. Diving sideways into his room, Benji kicked the door shut with his foot and shifted over to his closet. He looked around for something to wear and settled on a 'Element' t-shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans. He didn't know what the weather would be like out there, but he didn't really care. Towel drying his hair, the male got on his knees on the floor and looked under his dresser for a pair of shoes that he was sure he'd kicked under there last night. There was a pizza box and a pair of boxer shorts under there, but no shoes. Oh, right. He had meant to clean that up the other day. Once he had located both of his red Converse sneakers, Benji shoved a wristband on his wrist, grabbed his cell phone, keys and wallet, left his apartment and decided to take a walk into Brooklyn shopping district. There was nothing else to do and he was running dangerously low on glitter supplies. His dorm, rather conveniently, was located not five minutes away from the mall so he arrived there rather quickly in comparison to some other places. Within ten minutes, Benji was in the store that housed all of his glitter needs and had purchased more than enough tubs of glitter the be considered 'illegal'. Now... all he had to do was have some fun with them and everything would be right in the world. But, wait... hang on a minute! Was that his stomach that just rumbled?! Benji blinked and looked down at his stomach.
It rumbled again. Benji distinctly swearing that he heard it say 'feed me. feed me.' Turning on his heel, the sixteen year old skipped over to the food court and brought himself a large strawberry milkshake and a cookie before scanning the tables for any lifeforms avaliable for a bedazzling. A smirk crossed his features when he noticed someone alone. Shoving the cookie in his mouth and tossing the empty cup into the trash can, Benji skipped over to the alone-some person with a pot of glitter already in his hand, opened too. "Want some glitter?!" He asked the female, and without waiting for an answer, Benji sprinkled the glitter in her hair and over the table.
word count: uhm.
tag: serenity.
lyrics: ignorance, paramore
outfit: here.
music: misguided ghosts, paramore
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Post by serenity alison reed on Jan 11, 2010 20:00:02 GMT -5
--- and since we've no place to go ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW )[/center]
Apparently, when a coffee shop as popular as Starbucks got busy, it got freaking busy. Hipsters and yuppies were dashing about madly, the hipsters lamenting the fact that the rarer their bands were, the harder it was to download their songs from limewire, while the yuppies discussed which iPhone apps were their favorites. Harried employees took turns shouting out impossibly complicated variations of drink names. A constant buzz hovered over the store as the various conversations taking place intermingled with each other and were then lost to all but those people who were directly involved--and with the ever-rising noise level, even that wasn't guaranteed. The organized chaos and the general sense of urgency made Serenity feel like she was becoming a real New Yorker...which was kind of frightening, to be honest. Did that mean that she would start screaming at people on the sidewalks as she swerved in and out of traffic? Would she develop a penchant for eating her pizza folded in half? Would she get used to cold?
None of these thoughts made any sense, of course; Serenity was, and always would be, a Carolina girl at heart. The sort who wasn't above wearing flip-flops with her homecoming dress, but who sure as hell didn't know the difference between a "coat" and a "jacket." She "yes ma'am" and "no sir"-ed her way through life, so it was highly unlikely she would ever transform into a pushy New Yorker. But honestly, she had to find some way to entertain herself while standing in this god-awful line, and what better way to do that than with some imaginative thinking?
Unfortunately, it seemed that the other patrons of that particular Starbucks had quite a few other ideas as to what else they could do to waste time. The man in front of Serenity in line--at least, she assumed it was a man; the hair was long and the shoulders were small, but she'd never seen a woman with such a hairy back--insisted on playing every single ringtone he had downloaded onto his cell phone. And, as the unlucky men and women standing near him soon found out, he had a lot of ringtones. Everything from the Dragonball-Z theme song to "Poker Face" by Lady Gaga to some jazzy piece by, as they were all informed, Frank Sinatra.
Needless to say, by the time, Serenity reached the front of the line, she was pretty damn annoyed. It didn't show, of course--it was nearly impossible for her to show such an emotion. But holy father in heaven, was she getting pissed off. She ordered her caramel macchiato as politely as she could, waited patiently for her name to be called out, and then surveyed the area to see if she would have to venture out into the snow with only her hot coffee as a refuge. As luck would have it, she turned just as one of the smaller tables emptied up, and she quickly snagged it before anyone else could. It seemed like the universe was rewarding her tolerance of the annoying man's cell phone habits with some good karma, until...
"Want some glitter?" Serenity glanced up instinctively as she heard a voice directly over her head. She barely had time to register that the voice belonged to a teenage boy before a cloud of glitter fell down around her--in her hair, on the table, all over her clothes, even a couple of pieces in her mouth somehow. Well--everything had been going well.
At that point, Serenity probably came as close as she ever had to losing her temper. She glared at the boy and said, "I guess it doesn't much matter whether I do or not, now, does it?" She then brushed what she could out of her hair and picked up a napkin to spit the few pieces in her mouth out into. The mess on the table, on her clothes, and that she knew was still in her hair was literally giving her a headache, thanks to her OCD, but this didn't seem to be the time to do anything about it. "So...was there any particular reason for that, then?" she asked, her tone of voice slowly becoming devoid of attitude.
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Post by benjamin on Jan 12, 2010 13:53:22 GMT -5
WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. "Want some glitter?" Honestly, Benjamin Allen was a fool. One that loved glitter. But a fool none-the-less. He didn't usually go around spray random people with his beloved glitter, but for some strange reason he had felt the need to do so, for whatever reason he could think of - not that he'd tell her if and when she asked him why he did that. Most of the times, whilst Benji was a sweetheart and did care about people, some of his actions were... well, questioned but never answered. Like now. He went off the rails a little. This girl was a total stranger and his act of glitterness had been uncalled for.
He watched as the mesmerizing sparkles cascaded down from the tube and fell; sparklingly, around - and on - the random girl. They really were pretty and it would be a shame if the girl didn't think that they were either. It was a real piece of art and he loved sharing his glitter with people - even though most of the time he used it to hit on people, he just knew that he wasn't going to be doing that with this girl - at least not when he saw the glare she had plastered across her face. "I guess it doesn't matter much whether I do or not, now, does it?"
Benji could tell - just by the tone of her voice - that she was a little more then pissed off with him for glitterifying her. Oh well, he was sure that - whatever she was going to do to him - wouldn't be nearly half as bad as what all the other people had done to him. Though admittedly; those last people he'd 'glitterfied' had been of the male variety, and whilst they had been smaller than him in height; they certainly hadn't lacked in weight.
"If you brush it too harshly it won't come of; brush it gently." Benji felt a tad sorry for the girl now, his features softened and he replaced the cap on the tub of glitter before placing it carefully into the pocket of his jeans and moving around so that the girl could see who he was - well, what he looked like. It was then that he realised he'd seen her before; he just couldn't place her, or the place where he'd seen her, but he knew that it would come to him eventually. Benji just had to wait and persevere. The recognition would come to him soon.
Well, he hoped that it would anyway.
"So...was there any particular reason for that, then?" Ah, and there's the question that he usually avoided. Benji looked at the girl carefully and pursed his lips together. He could lie to her and explain that he hadn't meant to tip it over her; he'd been pushed. Or, he could just tell her the truth and explain that he thought she might like to be a piece of artwork. Now, depending on his mood, Benji had two perfectly great options. Yet he knew that he had to be careful with what he said around this girl. Benji had figured that one wrong word and she could blow her lip - something he didn't really want her to do. Then he'd be the butt of ridicule from the people around them, at the cause of a smaller female's anger.
Though that really wouldn't be anything new. He'd grown up with that in Paris, so he was pretty much used to it, of course.
"Ah, well; sorry.. I.. erm; I, god. Sorry, I thought you might like to be a piece of artwork, sorry." He stuttered nervously with a small laugh, moving his hand to the back of his neck, standing there all awkward. He gave her a weak smile and looked at her drink. "Erm, if you'd let me; I can buy you a new drink; that one's been glitterfied... if you want." Yeah, that sounded like a good idea to him.
And besides; it was the least he could do, right?
word count: uhm.
tag: serenity.
lyrics: ignorance, paramore
outfit: here.
music: the end and the beginning (feat. greta salpeter and brendon urie), forgive durden.
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Post by serenity alison reed on Jan 16, 2010 18:21:50 GMT -5
--- and since we've no place to go ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW )[/center]
For a very brief moment, Serenity wondered if it was possible that this boy was perhaps…special somehow. Special as in…slow. Slow as in…mentally challenged. She hated it when she got that impression about people, particularly in this case. If it were true, then she was just rude to a mentally challenged person and was undeniably a horrible person. She would feel terrible. If it wasn’t true, then she had just mentally insulted the boy and, again, was a horrible person. She would still feel terrible. It was a lose-lose situation no matter how you looked at it, but honestly, what normal teenage boy went around sprinkling glitter in random people’s hair at a coffee shop?
“If you brush it too harshly it won’t come off; brush it gently.” With that sentence, Serenity understood that she was a horrible person and should feel terribly for the second reason, because this kid was as normal as any of the other dozens of people around them at the moment. Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, even though it’s not like he could have known what she was thinking anyways. “Oh, um, right. Thanks.” She immediately took his advice and started pushing her fingers through her hair more gently, and as far as she could tell from the steady stream of glitter flecks that began to fall down in front of her, it was working. She didn’t doubt that she’d end up finding it all over her pillow and even falling down the shower drain for the next couple of mornings, though; as far as she could remember from elementary school, that stuff stuck around forever.
When she looked up at him again, he seemed to be properly apologetic. That was something, right? Serenity didn’t know for sure if he was sorry that he had spilled the glitter on her specifically or if he was sorry that she reacted as she did—although, really, how did he expect her to react?—or what, but she appreciated the remorse nonetheless. Perhaps she had reacted a little too harshly; after all, it wasn’t like he had spilled coffee on her or anything, which was all too likely in their current setting. Serenity very rarely held grudges against anyone, and this didn’t really seem like the appropriate time to start. So she gave him a small smile as she listened to his explanation.
“ Ah, well; sorry.. I.. erm; I, god. Sorry, I thought you might like to be a piece of artwork, sorry.” Well. Um. That was certainly…different. It was definitely not anything close to what she had been expecting him to say. He…thought she might like to be a piece of artwork? A glittery piece of artwork in the middle of Starbucks? She seriously thought he was joking for a second and expected him to grin or laugh or do something to give it away as some sort of attempt to lighten the mood, but when he did nothing like that, she didn’t know what to say. Was she supposed to be…flattered that he thought she was worthy of being a piece of artwork? Or what? “Oh. I…I see,” she said, obviously still confused. “What…what made you think I might like to be a piece of artwork?” It wasn’t a rude question at all; her curiosity had, at this point, genuinely been piqued. It wasn’t every day she was told something like that, after all.
“Erm, if you’d let me; I can buy you a new drink; that one’s been glitterfied…if you want.” Serenity looked down at her cup to see that, indeed, her caramel macchiato now had a few specks of multicolored glitter accompanying the copious amounts of whipped cream. She wasn’t entirely sure what glitter was made out of—she assumed it was like plastic or paper or something like that—but she was positive that it didn’t make for a very good coffee ingredient. She looked up at the line in the front of the store and noticed it was still pretty lengthy; it honestly wasn’t worth making him wait in it for god-knows-how-long while she awkwardly sat there. “Oh, no, that’s okay,” she told him quickly and, as an afterthought, added on, “I’m mostly just here for the warmth and ambience, so it’s not that big of a loss. Thank you, though.”
Of course, at this point, they were in danger of suffering through an awkward silence anyways, which Serenity was determined to avoid at all costs. “I’m Serenity, by the way. Serenity Reed.” Introducing herself probably wasn’t the best way to avoid the silence, but honestly, it wasn’t like she had any experience with being “glitterfied,” as he had put it. She didn’t know what else to do besides be her usual perky, polite self. Hopefully it was suitable for the situation at hand and he wouldn’t think she was a weirdo or anything.
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Post by benjamin on Jan 19, 2010 19:31:25 GMT -5
WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out. Maybe spreading his glitter everywhere over this particular female hadn’t been the very best of ideas; at least not for the today anyway. Benjamin was severely beginning to regret that he’d done so, though at the same time he didn’t really care about whether she wanted the glitter or not. There was nothing wrong with the sparkly stuff. It was made out of.. out of.. well, he wasn’t sure what it was made out of but that didn’t make it any less awesome. Glitter was fantastic. It was so shiny and neat and fell to the ground in pretty little sparkling circles. It was so damn mesmerizing, Benji could stare at it for hours and hours on end – okay, so that sounded a little retarded, but he knew that he could and he had done so before. Just not whilst anyone had been around, on a day that had been so slow and so boring he couldn’t think of anything better to do, other than play around with glitter. Hence why he knew that it wouldn’t come out of a person’s hair if they brushed at it too roughly; yes, it might just appear that Benjamin Ezekiel Allen didn’t have a life.
He watched as she took his advice and started to run her fingers through her hair a little less roughly. The twinkle of the glitter falling from her head caught the corner of his eye and he turned his attention to watching the flakes fall around the table and into her drink as she continued to try and get it all out. The effort was a little more than simply ‘fruitless’, Benjamin had long ago come to the realisation that glitter; when sprinkled in your hair, didn’t come out for weeks and you spent the majority of your time going around looking like one of the damn vampires out of Twilight. ”Heh, no problem.” Benjamin rubbed his nose with the side of his hand and continued to stand up next to her at the table. He didn’t dare sit down just in case she was still angry at him for covering her in glitter when she had made it clear that she hadn’t wanted to be ‘glitterfied’, just by the disdainful expression on her face when she’d looked at him.
Was he supposed to do something to lighten the mood and make her think that he was joking about the whole ‘i thought you might like to be a piece of artwork’ thing? Like crack a smile, or laugh instantaneously at her like he was on crack, or something? Wasn’t the best thing to do is keep a straight face and not make it look like he was a complete freak in the middle of freaken’ Starbucks? ... actually, it probably would have been better to laugh the whole thing off, but he didn’t. Benjamin was a freak, but he was also a sweetheart and didn’t really understand jokes as much as a zebra understands a zebra crossing. He just looked at her rather blankly and said nothing, keeping the serious expression on his young, sophomore face. ”Oh. I...I see, what... what made you think I might like to be a piece of artwork?” Uh, awkward question. One that Benjamin didn’t actually have an answer to. At least not yet anyway.
”Uh,” Benjamin ran his fingers through his hair and looked up towards the ceiling doing his very best to think of an appropriate answer; one that wouldn’t lead the girl to believe that he was any more of a creeper than he was at the moment. ”You look like the kind of person that an artist would consider drawing, or painting, or whatever elseing...” He wasn’t entirely convinced by his own answer, but hey; it was better than ‘i think you look pretty, lets make you beautiful’ was it not? ”I mean, not to be rude or anything, erm; well, uh; actually I fail at coming up with explanations as to why I do these things – you’re not the first person I’ve sprinkled glitter over, and I doubt you’ll be the last. However, I’m genuinely sorry about all this, really truely, I am.” The was sincerity in his voice as he stood defeated, hand on the back of his neck. He looked nervous, as though she were about to bite his head off.
”Oh, no, that’s okay.” Benjamin offered to buy her a drink because he’d glitterified hers and she politely refused. It was a good thing too, the queue was huge and he had little patience today. ”I’m mostly just here for the warmth and the ambience, so it’s not that big of a loss. Thank you, though.” He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair, still haven’t sat down, but his legs were starting to ache and he was afraid that if he sat down she would yell at him or something worse. ”Tis a very long queue..” he mumbled quietly, half to himself as he turned his head in the direction of the line of people and watched them for a few moments before turning his attention back to the pile of glitter that now lay around her cup of coffee. ”Sorry about getting the glitter in your drink though, really.” There was one great thing about Benjamin. When he said sorry you could hear that it was genuine in his tone of voice, and through his eyes if you were to look up and watch his expression.
However, when the female opened her mouth after a mini bout of uncomfortable silence, Benjamin perked up a little and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. ”I’m Serenity, by the way. Serenity Reed.” Ohh, so that’s why she looked so damn familiar. She was friends with Spencer; damn. ”Ah, Spencer’s friend, right?” He asked casually with a small shrug of his shoulders and the hopping from one foot to the other to support his weight, and so that he didn’t get cramp whilst standing up. ”I’m Benjamin Allen, feel free to shorten my name if you so wish; most people do.” Benji gave her a small smile and shook his hair out of his face. ”So, uh, I’m not too good with uncomfortable silences.” He admitted to her with a nod of his head. ”I can leave, if you want me too, honestly it won’t be a problem..?”
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tag: serenity.
lyrics: ignorance, paramore
outfit: here.
music: kiss me, new found glory.
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