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Post by aurora riviera on Apr 21, 2010 18:37:30 GMT -5
It was a nice, warm, sunny day in Chicago, something that was actually kind of pleasant. Recently, everyone was getting ready for the cold weather to come back, so these rare warm days were awesome.
Aurora Riviera, a now-college sophomore at one of the most prestigious institutes in the country, made her way down the streets of downtown Chicago, aiming to find the small café that she and her best friend, Claire had decided to meet up at before working on their shopping. School supplies, clothes, and whatever else caught their fancy. She wore a pair of hip-hugger blue jeans, the bottoms flaring out to cover the top of the black and blue flip-flops on her feet, showing off the blue painted toenails. Her torso was covered by a dark blue tanktop. Her brown hair was hanging straight, a pair of white-framed wraparound sunglasses covering her eyes.
A smile crossed her face as she saw the cafe, moving in, a shoulder bag around her shoulder, the actual bag in front so that she could easily keep an eye on it. Upon walking in, she sat in a seat by the window, watching the people walk by. People watching was one of her vices... Aurora ordered a small glass of water while she waited. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Mark Tristan on Apr 21, 2010 19:19:53 GMT -5
Mark Tristan had decided that today was too beautiful to stay cooped up back home. With the sun shining and the people out, Mark thought it a good time to get some good sketching done at the cafe he frequented. Lately it been harder to find the motivation to go... But a day like this? Too hard to pass.
Mark's slow pace brought him into the cafe and, after ordering a dark coffee, he turned to survey the place. His favorite corner was taken, and his second favorite spot was occupied with a group of dark, depressive, and yet still bland teens.
Frowning a bit, Mark's face lit up when he saw a lone girl sitting in his third favorite spot- a sort of booth situated in front the window that over looked a busy section of the street. Crossing over without his coffee, Mark stood at the edge of the table and spoke a slight German accent, gained from his mother's heavy accent, "Hello. Are you expecting anyone? I was wondering if I could sit here for a little while, maybe?" |
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Post by Claire Kritikos on Apr 21, 2010 19:36:40 GMT -5
If one paid attention, they'd see a woman with bright red hair and green eyes looking around, intent on her mission. And her mission? Looking for her best friend, who - despite her purely unique traits - somehow managed to blend into the concoction that was Chicago. Wait! There she was-...n't. Claire sighed heavily, a pout heavy on her lips.
Why did Aurora have to find a way to blend in at the most inopportune times? Sweeping her bright red hair away from her face and onto her back, feeling it brush against the skin just above her black leather pants, her tank top covered with sparkly shoulder covers. A dangly white bracelet decorated one wrist, with a large butterfly ring on her middle finger, and the other had a simple black leather glove on it. A sparkly belt broke up the monotony of the black outfit and a silver necklace with a giant red ruby hung down from her neck, adding a splash of color to the dual-toned outfit. With black nail-polish and shadowy make-up, Claire looked like the posterchild for a rocker girl.
Claire was right about to give up and just ask someone if they had a GPS for her to use to find this damned cafe when she found it! With a big smile on her face, the singer and wrestler ran up to the cafe, knowing that by this time, Aurora would already be there. Lo and behold, she was! And a guy was there too! Slowing down to a slow walk after walking past the gate that sectioned off the outside eating area, her black studded purse bouncing lightly against her right hip.
[Outfit, Purse] [/size][/color] |
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Post by aurora riviera on Apr 21, 2010 20:07:21 GMT -5
The water got there, and the waiter received a very happy smile from Aurora. Aurora began to space, absently remembering the classes she was taking this year, when a voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up, blinking at him before smiling.
"I am, but I don't mind if you join us. There's more than enough room for you as well," she said, smiling and motioning to one of the free seats. Aurora turned, about to continue her people watching when she saw a familiar head of red hair. She raised a hand, waving to her best friend.
"You look familiar," she said, turning back to the guy. "You go to CIAA too, right? I'm Aurora." [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Mark Tristan on Apr 22, 2010 5:22:54 GMT -5
Mark smiled and sat, letting his hair cover his face for a moment before pushing the bangs back to where they belonged and out of his face. He had forgotten about his belt this morning so nothing held his jeans up but his own hips- he paired this with a black tee with a looping, swirling design of white ink on its front with splotches here and there as if someone had dripped more just to add effect.
"CIAA? Yeah, I'm a sophomore. My name's Mark Tristan but you can call me Mark. Or Tristan. Doesn't really matter which!" Mark laughed and, finally, got his coffee as the poor waiter finally found him where he hadn't been when he ordered. Thanking the waiter, he set the coffee aside and placed his sketchbook down the table, a large book of paper with a simple black cover. A pencil was tucked up in the spiral, always ready to be used. |
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Post by Claire Kritikos on Apr 24, 2010 9:56:59 GMT -5
Claire sent Aurora a big smile, glad to have finally found her. She hadn't seen her best friend in a while, so she was excited to get to sit down and talk to her again. But for now, there was a new person to meet!
"Aurora! You sexy thing, get over here and love me!" Claire teased, laughing as she walked past the new guy and bent over, hugging Aurora. "Did you plan on getting me lost?" The redhead pouted, her pale pink lips pursed to give the image she was sad. She quickly shot off a smile, showing she wasn't serious - how could she be? - before turning to the male sitting at the table.
"Hi! I'm Claire!"
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Post by aurora riviera on Apr 24, 2010 10:11:31 GMT -5
Aurora smiled at Mark, turning as she heard Claire, laughing and hugging her best friend back, shifting so that Claire could get around her to sit down. She laughed and winked back at Claire.
"Only sometimes, Claire. You know I love downtown," Aurora reminded her, taking a quick sip of her water. "Claire, this is Mark. He just wanted to sit down for a little bit. Mark, this is my friend Claire. She also goes to the Institute."
Seeing as CIAA was easily the biggest Institute of Chicago, it was easy to see which one she was talking about. She turned her eyes back to Claire.
"If you want something to drink before we start, I'll cover it, Claire." [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Mark Tristan on Apr 24, 2010 10:31:24 GMT -5
Mark raised his hand in greeting and smiled at Claire. "Its really nice to meet you," he said before lowering his hand and pulling the pencil free from the top of the sketchbook. Carefully, so as not to spill his coffee, Mark flipped open his sketchbook.
Doodles of objects from his room, mostly of his little dalmatian puppy named Records, littered the first page. The second had quite a few faceless people, sitting or standing in poses Mark had seen others take. Then to the third page, left blank and clear. A good place to start sketching others.
Inside, he wondered if he could sketch Aurora or Claire. He needed to work on faces and if they didn't mind... It'd be good practice, at least. He'd ask later- if he had the chance to. He wouldn't admit it but they both looked like the type that could talk about anything and everything for quite a while. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Claire Kritikos on Apr 27, 2010 10:59:48 GMT -5
"Hi Mark," Claire stated, smiling back at the male. She took in his appearance on a purely identification note before turning back to Aurora. "Honestly, I'm starving!" The vibrant red-head stated, sitting down and putting her purse between her legs - it was the best spot for her to protect her belongings, after all. She hadn't had time to eat this morning; she'd woken up at the time she was supposed to leave and had done a fast shuffle of getting dressed, brushing her teeth, fixing her hair and make-up before grabbing her purse and running out the door. She was lucky that the L had been running a few minutes late because of some emergency with a cat fight actually on the tracks (which didn't end like the horror movies - both women were still alive) and she'd made it 'on time'.
"Did you hear that Russell got engaged a couple weeks ago!?"
[Huzzah for crap-tacular post.... x.x] [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by aurora riviera on Apr 27, 2010 11:27:03 GMT -5
Aurora smiled at Mark before looking at Claire, leaving the boy alone to do whatever it was he wanted to do. After all, he wasn't talking to them, and she didn't want to bug him. She raised a hand, getting a waitress to come over. She ordered Claire some water and then winked. After all, when the waitress came back, Claire could order something to eat. She blinked when Claire spoke again, frowning slightly.
"The theater teacher... Mr. Brown?! That's so cool. He's a great guy."
Aurora wasn't a theater girl. She had friends who were, but she wasn't really a big theater nerd. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Mark Tristan on Apr 27, 2010 16:13:39 GMT -5
Glancing out the window, Mark began to sketch a simple line, trying to find someone outside to draw. But no one popped out, no one stood out like he wanted them to. So instead he set his pencil down on the paper and lifted up his coffee, sipping the now lukewarm black liquid.
"Mr. Brown? Isn't he the... British teacher?" Mark spoke up, looking across his coffee to Claire and Aurora. He'd met the teacher once and he'd seemed nice. But Mark wasn't a big theater guy- he just couldn't understand the appeal to exposing yourself so much to other people, people who'll never truly understand you.
And unlike Aurora, he didn't have "friends" who were part of the whole theater business. |
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