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Post by RYAN ANDREW SMITH on Aug 27, 2011 10:23:54 GMT -5
At nearly ten am, Ryan woke up next to a black haired girl who silently laid next to him. Sitting up, Ryan looked over at her and she did the same. Kissing her cheek he asked if she was okay. She nodded but Ryan wasn't sure. Deciding not to push the issue any farther he left the room and got dressed. Walking back into his bedroom where the tiny black haired girl was a note was left saying "sorry. i had to go. xoxo, selena'. Chuckling he threw the note away and finished getting ready.
Picking up a pack of cigarettes and putting on his shoes he walked out the house lighting a cigarette and thinking as he walked down the sidewalk aimlessly. Ryan enjoyed this walks because, well, it was a little alone time. Don't get him wrong, he loved being around the few people he actually liked but these walks were nice to him.
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Post by tylar on Aug 28, 2011 0:21:41 GMT -5
Vienna was always early to rise. She enjoyed her rest as well as the next person but sleeping later than nine put her in a bad mood. It was like she was wasting the day away with sleep and for someone as ambitious as Vienna was, that was not an option. She had a few things she needed to do anyway. Today was her day off and there was no good reason to waste that. There were bills that needed to be paid, errands that needed to be run and music that needed to be written. Not to mention a stack of laundry piling up in her room that needed to be washed.
As she piled a few of the clothing items into the wash, Vienna sighed in contempt. She was only 18 and she was living like an adult. And the funny part was that she had chosen it. She had walked away from a loving family and an education to pursue her music independently but the solo career of Vienna Cruz was not working out as well as she had hoped. She had wanted all of this, but at the moment she wasn't really enjoying it. The magenta haired teen was simply enduring it.
Reluctantly she shut the washer lid and grabbed her keys of the bar, pulling on her gray sweater. It was only ten now and she had a few hours before all of her little chores would become a serious thing. Instead of getting an early start, Vienna decided she could afford a cup of coffee to start her day. She could tell it was going to be a stressful and annoying one, which was rare for the teen.
Quickly the small girl exited her apartment and dashed down the stairs, maybe a little too quickly for the morning. She found her beat up, black nissan with ease and was in it, pulling out of the apartment complex in moments. It was ironic really, how Vienna held onto her beloved clunker even though she could barely afford to stay in her apartment. She didn't care that the car guzzled gas, because it really was sort of her baby.
Soon, Vienna found a small cafe she frequented and pulled her car into a parking space. Parking in this town was useless though, seeing as the only space she had found was perhaps three stores down from the cafe. Vienna groaned inwardly and made her ascend onto the concrete. Sadly, she'd only made it a few steps before she plowed into someone. A boy around her age was the victim and by the looks of it, he had rolled out of bed only minutes before she'd run into him. "I'm really sorry." Vienna said, noticing that he had been smoking and she could have knocked the cigarette from his hand. She knew well enough had it been her cigarette she would have been angered.
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Post by RYAN ANDREW SMITH on Aug 28, 2011 14:48:31 GMT -5
Ryan was in a fairly happy this morning. Feeling someone crash into him, he saw that his cigarette fell out of his hand. Backing up and making sure the girl was okay and wasn't going to fall or anything Ryan noticed it was the girl he had met on the chat and called "red" and "firetruck". Hearing her sorry, Ryan crushed the cigarette with his foot, causing the light to go out. "It's okay, Red." He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out another cigarette, lighting it and going back to smoking. "You okay?" He asked, taking another drag from his cigarette.
Ryan wasn't upset that she had knocked into her. Slightly annoyed but not angry. Ryan paused for a second trying to remember the girls name again "Whats your name again?" He asked, blowing out smoke from the cigarette and waiting for her response. He glanced around and saw from the corner of his eye Selena walking with two people, smoking weed from what he could see. He chucked under his breath. Crazy. The girl was crazy. Not that Ryan could say much. He had been smoking weed since he was her age as well but Selena was over the top off her fucking wall nuts.
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Post by tylar on Aug 29, 2011 18:04:39 GMT -5
It was sort of funny, really, how she hadn't recognized him at all. Then again, she figured that she if he had been licking some part of the female anatomy things might have been different. Upon hearing her online nickname, "red" rolled her eyes a bit. "So you're the pain in my ass who poses as Dumbledor online?" she said with a smirk, ignoring his question. Obviously, she was doing just fine if she could pull her wit together.
Just as she was ready to hand him a cigarette of her own, Ryan slipped another from his pocket and lit it. She couldn't deny that the smell of freshly lit nicotine made her nose twitch in a pleased way. She supposed that if he already had his own cigarette out, then she might as well have hers all for herself. Keeping the thin, white stick in her hand she asked the boy for a light. "And my name is Vienna. Vi, Enna whatever. Just not red, not firetruck or anything dumb like that.."
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Post by RYAN ANDREW SMITH on Aug 31, 2011 15:48:11 GMT -5
Ryan smiled and leaned forward in a i'm going to tell you something way. "I am Dumbledore. This is a disguise. I wish to seek out a normal life." He said mostly kidding. Putting his cigarette to his lips, he inhaled then Ryan handed him his lighter which was red and black. It was just a random one he bought. Better then his playboy bunny one. It was funny, Ryan was against play boy bunnies and normalizing prostitution(as it seemed to him).
"Okay, Firetruck. Whatever you say." He smiled, mostly teasing her. " Vienna doesn't seem like you. I like Red. Yes. Red is what I will call you." He stated, smiling and taking another drag.
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Post by tylar on Aug 31, 2011 16:21:28 GMT -5
Vienna simply smirked at his comment. "Well of course, you are THE Professor Dumbledor. And as I promised before, I won't tell anyone. But what would you want to lead a normal life for?" She decided to humor him and play along, though she wondered what anyone would want with a normal life. She recalled giving up her own normal life for something she thought would be better, and in a way it was. At least, Vienna felt it was better for her. The way her life was going now was about the same as any college kid, just minus the college portion.
What could she say? School had never been her thing. She had always been more of an artistic individual, striving to do her music the best she could. It didn't help that Vienna frequently mouthed off to her teachers when they shot down her ideas, or anyone else's. It just so happened that trouble had a way of finding Vienna, just not the terrible kind.
As Ryan went on about her name, she furrowed her brow at him. "How can you not look like your name? A name is a name. It doesn't have an appearance." she pointed out. "And anyhow, it doesn't matter. I really don't want to be called Red or Firetruck. That's like me calling you Black or Creepy instead of Ryan, though I guess you probably don't care much do you?" Vienna sighed, trailing off. She didn't care if she had to fight to the ends of the earth. She really just wanted to be called by her name because unlike most people, she actually liked it.
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