chasing pavements[o]

[cecila]

I'VE MADE UP MY MIND, DON'T NEED TO THINK IT OVER
IF I'M WRONG I AM RIGHT,DON'T NEED TO LOOK NO FURTHER
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Cecilia scratched her brow as the barista still didn’t understand her order. This person was really getting thick. She then pulled a business card off the counter, and a pen, and wrote it down. “Oh” he replied simply as he read the order. Soon after she paid, she walked slowly over to the counter where her order would be delivered. “Bloody Americans” she sighed. She shouldn’t talk. She was an American, but, since she was born here, and raised on and off here, but since her mother and father spoke with the proper accent, she had learned to as well. The blond finger combed her hair as she meandered around the coffee shop, looking at the people, as well as the sights outside. As she saw her order get placed down on the counter and walked away from. She scooped up her vanilla frappuccino, and took a short sip, before scanning the room.
She could not, for the life of her decide where to sit. She hated sitting alone… So, she walked around the booths, and looked to everyone, and sighed. As she walked slowly over to an empty booth. Sitting, she sighed, and pulled out her phone, no service. She was lonely… Very much so. Cecilia was afraid to go over to someone to talk to them. She didn’t want to seem overzealous, and obnoxious. So, she sat, looking sullen and upset as she sat in a shady corner.

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[El Loco [Jessie]]

.:. J E S S I E -- P O R T E R .:.

» Jessie Porter in particular, was known for her short stature, and entirely passive, shy nature. She hated causing scenes, or getting loud anywhere but in the safety of her room. But now it could be said that she just didn't like being loud anywhere. Her room was across the country, and she couldn't exactly get to it by walking. Well, she could, but it would take her way longer than she was willing. Sighing, Jessie walked into the local cafe. She didn't like coffee, or anything of the sort, and didn't really like sweets either. She just liked to sit and watch all the other people come and go.

» Plus she could keep up with the latest gossip. Jessie pulled out the chair at a table by the window, close to the door, and sat down to listen and watch. She had brought her trusty sketchpad, which she now placed on the table, along with her pencil that she always kept behind her ear. First things first, she decided. Scout out the shop for exits, and the general layout. She was highly paranoid, due to her dad's old job in the Navy. Her dad had told her ever since she could remember, never let your guard down.

» She was certain that she wouldn't be in any danger anytime soon, but the feeling that someone was watching her never went away. Her eyes roamed the room, settling particularly on a tall-ish blond standing at the counter. The girl was dolled up in rather expensive looking clothes, her hair settled perfectly over her shoulders. Must be a city girl, she gathered.

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[cecila]

I'VE MADE UP MY MIND, DON'T NEED TO THINK IT OVER
IF I'M WRONG I AM RIGHT,DON'T NEED TO LOOK NO FURTHER
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Cecilia scratched her brow as the barista still didn’t understand her order. This person was really getting thick. She then pulled a business card off the counter, and a pen, and wrote it down. “Oh” he replied simply as he read the order. Soon after she paid, she walked slowly over to the counter where her order would be delivered. “Bloody Americans” she sighed. She shouldn’t talk. She was an American, but, since she was born here, and raised on and off here, but since her mother and father spoke with the proper accent, she had learned to as well. The blond finger combed her hair as she meandered around the coffee shop, looking at the people, as well as the sights outside. As she saw her order get placed down on the counter and walked away from. She scooped up her vanilla frappuccino, and took a short sip, before scanning the room.
She could not, for the life of her decide where to sit. She hated sitting alone… So, she walked around the booths, and looked to everyone, and sighed. As she walked slowly over to an empty booth. Sitting, she sighed, and pulled out her phone, no service. She was lonely… Very much so. Cecilia was afraid to go over to someone to talk to them. She didn’t want to seem overzealous, and obnoxious. So, she sat, looking sullen and upset as she sat in a shady corner.

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[El Loco [Jessie]]

» Jessie sighed, looking down at her fingers laced together on the table. There really wasn't a point to watching the flamboyantly dressed girl. Well, except the hilarity in watching her argue with the poor cashier, then strut off to an empty booth on the far side of the café. She shifted uncomfortably in the chair, placing her arms on the table and scooting her sketchpad closer toward the edge. She started sketching. Empty, loose sketches of nothing in particular. The coffee cup of the person sitting at the table to her right, the poster ad for 'Have you seen this person' tacked to the bulletin board.

» She stopped, looking up, back over to the blond girl sitting by herself. She sighed, picking up her pencil and beginning to sketch. It was simple, not glorifying, or with any particular details or uniqueness to it. Just a simple rough, line sketch with very minor shading. Just enough to hint the light source, nothing more. Ten minutes passed, and Jessie was almost finished, just adding the last minute touches before declaring it officially done.

» She placed her palms on the table, pushing up til she was standing. It would do no good to just sit and watch from a distance. She grabbed her sketchpad, taking it with her as she strode toward the blond in the booth, all alone. Reaching the table, she cleared her throat, getting the attention of the blond, asking for permission to sit.

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[cecila]

I'VE MADE UP MY MIND, DON'T NEED TO THINK IT OVER
IF I'M WRONG I AM RIGHT,DON'T NEED TO LOOK NO FURTHER
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She could not be sitting alone. She sighed to herself; this was utterly pathetic, and kind of a disgrace. She pushed her blond locks over her shoulder right before she snuck a peek at the sketch pad girl. She was coming towards her. She looked back to her coffee timidly , then waited until she was spoken to to pay attention. “Ahem” was heard. “Oh, ‘Ello” she smiled. “Is there anything I can do for you?” The blond smiled sincerely to the girl, and took another sip from her drink. “Oh sit down” She moved her bag and smiled.
“I’m Cecilia” she grinned, The blond moved things around at the table. “You are?” the gorgeous modeleqsue blond worked on trying to be less obvious that she wasn’t from here. Was it blatant? Was she that much of a sore thumb? This started to make her anxious. She hated this feeling. What was this girl going to say? Was she going to point out that she was new? Cecilia hoped not. Would she need to learn the rules of this new world and what was in the lines. Hopefully she wouldn’t loose herself in the ebb and flow of this new area.
The final thought before taking a sip of her coffee, was this girl her new dorm mate? Was that why she was over here?

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[El Loco [Jessie]]

» Jessie nodded, taking a seat in the booth across from the blond. There was the awkward silence that often fell upon two strangers, neither of which were very comfortable talking to complete and total strangers, and neither of which seemed familiar with the area around them, and so not really knowing what to talk about with the other. Jessie sighed, today had been stressful enough. Taking a deep breath, then letting her chest fall with a flair, she smiled hesitantly at the girl who looked rather cornered at the moment.

"Hi," she started, "er... sorry, I couldn't help but notice. I hope you don't mind too much, I sorta sketched a picture of you." She shrugged, sliding the drawing across the table toward her. It wasn't shaded, or really had any final lines, just the lighter sketchy strokes of the pencil merely guiding the shape desired. There were only a few darker lines on the edges giving it a recognizable shape.

» She sighed again, stretching out her fingers. "Er, you can keep the drawing, if you want. I gotta run. Have to check if Icy got in yet." She smiled slightly, then inclined her head in a small nod, then scooted out of the booth. She turned back to the blond, "Nice meeting you. Er, if you do go to the school around here, then I'll see you around." She tucked her head under her hair, turned, and left, sketchpad under her arm.

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