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Post by aroundsurvival on May 13, 2010 10:48:41 GMT -5
Rather than go to the downtown Starbucks, Ethan figured he would go to the one settled right next to the beach. The downtown one was indeed closer to his apartment, but he felt more tranquil on this end of town, as the sun rose. He spoke to the Starbucks Barista, but nobody else as he ordered his usual; a Starbucks Double Shot Espresso, over ice. Ethan was generally pretty quiet in the mornings, though lately he had been more quiet than usual. It had been three months since Tiffany and him broke up, and for a while he had been wondering where he went wrong. Everything was fine, it seemed. Although she HAD seemed distant, and for a while. Last night Ethan found out. Through Nathan of course. Nathan had been browsing around on the internet, and on facebook when he discovered that Tiffany had started working for Skin. The local strip club. Ethan was both amused and astounded. He was glad in the sense that, well. At least that problem was averted. But he was also astounded because Tiffany never seemed like that kind of girl. "Oh well," Ethan stated, in his mind, whilst receiving his Vente Double Shot from the barista. "Thank you," he said, smiling simply, while picking up the guitar case he had set down on the floor while he made his order. The guitar was a customization a customer requested of him. Ethan had put special pick ups on the guitar and put a new pick guard on it. Ethan was proud of what he did, especially since he was pretty good at it, considering he'd been working with guitars since he was twelve. You should feel like you should adapt well with a wistful heart. |
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Post by Sophie Brown on May 13, 2010 16:22:00 GMT -5
  Sophie loved coffee but sometimes it didn’t love her back, and most of her friends didn’t enjoy her having coffee. Sophie wasn’t exactly a calm person, in fact she tended to a little hyper and caffeine didn’t make this any less. She skipped towards Starbucks with a massive smile on her face as she headed to one of her favourite stores, a place she knew she would find whichever state she was in. Starbucks was the link between her life at NYAA and her new life at Newport and she loved it. Alessandra was doing something and Amelia was studying so that left Sophie walking down the street trying to sniff out the closest starbucks. She had been told there was one closer but she liked the beach and she knew where that was one so she bee-lined towards it knowing that she could get an iced frapuccino and sit outside in the warm. Sophie glanced around as she moved her magenta hair swinging as she skipped. She was the picture of a young excitable child but she was in fact a sophomore and at the age of fifteen she wasn’t really a child. Yes, the small girl, little red, as she was often known was fifteen although she didn’t look nor act it. Sophie wasn’t immature in the usual stereotypical way she just enjoyed taking thing as they came and not looking too deep into anything, she felt that was just unnecessary pressure. She liked to take things as they came to her and she hated having bad thoughts cloud up her days.
She sang as she moved but the lyrics were not ones people would recognise “I was there in the rain, crying again, you said you’d change but you’re just the same”, that was because it was a song Sophie had written all by herself. Sophie skipped into the store not really paying attention to where she was going and moved straight towards the counter. Sadly she managed to move straight into a male that stood in front of her. She jumped back alarmed to see if she had spilt his coffee but it seemed that she hadn’t hit him hard enough for that to occur. Her face dramatically changed and she looked at him, “I’m so, so, so sorry” she said incredibly apologetically, “I didn’t spill your coffee did I” she asked continuing before she looked down to see the guitar case in her hand. She watched the boy turn around and it all twigged, “we spoke in the chat box one time” she mentioned. Sophie also had another childlike trait, she tended to get distracted quite easily. She waited to hear his answer and make the appropriate response before bending down and staring at the case as if expecting it to pop open. She smiled widely, “is this a guitar?” she asked inquisitively. Sophie adored music and anything around that genre so the fact that the person she had happened to collide with had a guitar seemed like fate to her. She hoped she could maybe find out where he had gotten his from as she had broken hers… now that’s a funny story.
Sophie had been jamming away at her old arts school with her friends as she often did and her singing was catching everyone’s attention. Sadly, one girl wasn’t a big fan of Sophie’s voice, because it was better than her own. Sophie snapped her guitar string and sighed, putting the guitar on the couch before heading out of the room to get a replacement, by the time she arrived back her guitar neck had been snapped and the girl was mortified. The girl who had done it got expelled but it still left Sophie with no guitar. She had glued it back together and it was now on her wall with messages from all her friends that had been written when she left NYAA. It was Sophie’s way of remembering but it still made her feel a little tearful when she saw it there reminding her of all the times she wasn’t to have again. Well, I went a little off course there, back to the present. Sophie wanted a new guitar and the case which stood by the mans feet looked pretty new so she was excited at the prospect of finding a nearby guitar shop.
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Post by aroundsurvival on May 13, 2010 16:57:25 GMT -5
Ethan looked down at the floor, in horror, as a young girl, probably no older than seventeen or eighteen, knocked him into. He spilled his iced coffee on the floor, and to be honest, he didn’t have any more cash on him to get another one. Ethan sighed to himself in his head, and thought, “Well, at least I’m wearing black today, right?” Luckily he didn’t wind up with much on his shirt. Just on the floor. As soon as his agitation passed, he felt remorseful towards the girl. She had to be embarrassed, at the least. Ethan turned to face her. “Are you alright?” he asked, while she apologized. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, calmly. “It’s just a coffee, right?” Briefly he turned back to the barista, who had just witnessed the whole incident. “Can we get a mop over here? And uhh…” Ethan paused, for a moment, “Can I get another coffee? If that’s okay. If not, don’t worry about it.” The barista nodded, and one of the other employees in the shop came around to take care of the small mess. Ethan smiled graciously at them.
His attention went back to the girl, however, when she mentioned talking to him in the chat box. Ethan recognized the girl, and somehow she seemed a lot more…chipper, in person. Ethan learned that she liked music and acting a lot though, which was cool. He learned that she had come from New York, which was neat. Ethan had never been on the east coast, a venture he hoped to take one day.
“It’s nice to meet you, although I suppose the circumstances could have been better, right?” Ethan stated, trying to bring a light amusement to the situation. He wasn’t totally sure how she’d react, and honest to god, he hoped she didn’t think he was a pedophile. It’s not like he purposely ran into her. He went to this Starbucks every morning of every day.
Before she answered though she asked if he was holding a guitar case. “Yep,” he stated, simply. “It’s not mine though,” he explained to her. Often times he’d take guitars home to work on them, and adjust them, as well as customizations if anybody desired. “I work at the guitar shop, downtown,” he explained. It was relatively close to his place, so he had no problem getting to and from work. Ethan really did like his job, even if it did require tolerating annoying coworkers and customers from time to time, because it allowed him to involve something he loved in his every day life, something he was working towards furthering.
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Post by Sophie Brown on May 17, 2010 15:28:46 GMT -5
Sophie realised the boy was quite a bit older than her but it didn’t bother her, she wasn’t planning to flirt with him or anything, she just enjoyed meetin new people. She saw that it had spilt and she began to look even more saddened. She really did feel horrible for spilling the coffee on him and she watched him ask for another coffee, “I will buy you a new one” she insisted, she really felt horrible. She watched people come to clear up the mess and she felt mean, it was all her fault that they were having to clear it up, it was all due to her carelessness that there was now a ‘careful when wet’ sign on the floor. She felt that it was all her fault and that feeling was not a good one for Sophie as she sometimes took it a little too extreme. Luckily his reply brought her back to earth. She nodded and smiled, “I really am sorry” she reiterated. Sophie knew she was known for her first impressions but this had to be one of the worst. She smiled pathetically unsure of what to say. Sophie was a total clutz and she felt horrible for what she had done but she didn’t really know what to do to remedy the situation, she had seen enough movies and tv shows to know that trying to clean it up would just make it worse. She smiled her trademark grin as she waited for his reply about the guitar case.
To some Sophie might seem odd, or even too energetic to be correct in the head but Sophie had a perfect bill of mental health. The thing that most people found weird about Sophie was her positive attitude. The idea that all things can be taken in a good way is something only a child seems to have the idea of but Sophie likes to see the positive aspect of every situation. The whole ‘every cloud has as silver lining’ is this girls personal moto and that is what makes her so unique. As she stood in the shop she looked around making up quick life stories of the people around her and creating characters from them. She made up storylines in a matter of seconds. Sophie was a drama geek and to her everything could be turned into something fit for a stage. She liked to imagine things the way they would be in a theatre, everything more dramatic and taken to a greater extreme. She liked to mimic peoples quirks and make them bigger, create a whole character out of something as simple as someone that rubs their eyes periodically. That was Sophie’s gift, well according to most Sophie had numerous gifts, she was just one of those types of people.
She listened intently and her face dropped a little when he said that it wasn’t his guitar. However this frown was soon turned upside down when she found out where he worked. She grinned excitedly and started to almost jump up and down, “you work at a guitar shop?” she asked not being able to hold in her excitement, now this was a sure turn of fate. She smiled giddily at him knowing that it would probably make him a little scared if nothing else. She just couldn’t believe her luck, here she was in a new town living with two non-musical people and she manages to stumble upon a man who happens to work in the local guitar store. She just thought it was fate that had made her craze a coffee, this was brilliant. Sophie wasn’t hoping for a money off deal or anything she just wanted to know where she could get her hands on a brand new guitar, it would just make her so happy. The girl had an almost simple mind and music was the thing that kept it running. Sophie without a guitar is like a smarties packet when they ditched the blue ones, just not complete. Sophie lived for music, it was her in brain but it was also in her heart. There was something about the way Sophie sang, the way she played that just captivated people and made them engrossed, she was a born performer and not having a guitar was denting that idea.
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Post by aroundsurvival on Jun 17, 2010 10:23:28 GMT -5
Ethan shook his head no in refusal. The baristas were already taking care of the situation, and he was grateful towards them. No harm was done. "It's alright," he reassured her. "I mean, this is their job," continued Ethan, motioning to the worker behind the counter. One of Ethan's best traits was remaining calms during situations like these. He realized that it was a complete accident, and while somebody else may have taken the situation overboard, Ethan knew it was nothing to worry about.
When he saw the excitement on the girl's face, Ethan smiled a bit. He realized that this girl must be really passionate about music, as well as theatre, from what he had learned whenever they had talked online. Ethan nodded. "Yeah, it's downtown," he informed the girl, just as the barista had finished making his new coffee. He took it from them graciously, and reached into his pocked to find a couple of dollars to throw into their tip jar. "Been working there for a few years now. Trying to get a degree for musical engineering..." Ethan continued, hoping to pigue the girl's interest, musically.
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