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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 9, 2012 0:18:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Sometimes Jeremiah cursed himself in the morning. Though he had known that he had to be up at 10 in the morning for an early, pre-championship soccer practice, he had refused going to bed last night, deciding instead that a better way to spend his time -- rather than sleeping -- was to go through articles of sports statistics on ESPN. But standing in front of Starbucks, with hair half-tousled and eyes that he had forced to stay open during the drive over, he couldn't help but hate himself. It was 9:00 AM in the morning, and he was, to put it the simplest, exhausted. Only three hours of sleep seemed to get the best of him-- how on earth was he going to stay awake during practice? As a soccer coach, it was his job to keep the young players pepped and ready to win. Then the genius idea hit him to get hyped up on caffeine! As he walked into the Starbucks, he realized that he had an hour before he had to be at the field, and thus, an hour to force himself awake.
He waited impatiently at the line-- wondering who on earth would be up at 9 on a summer day, shifting his weight back and forth on his leg, tapping it as he waited. He felt as if he could fall asleep right away, waiting in the line, so he tried to keep himself busy so he wouldn't collapse on the floor from his drowsiness. Jeremiah rubbed his eyes, the boring wait invoking a yawn from him, as he willed the line to go faster. Finally, at the front of the line, he smiled as he leaned over the counter and ordered a large, venti cappuccino. Jeremiah wasn't really one to get Starbucks a lot, but desperate times call for desperate measures. His head felt a little foggy, as he reached his hand up to rub his temples.
But it seemed as life wouldn't give him a break as he had to wait once again for his drink. He checked his watch, 9:05, he still had plenty of time, so he forced himself to be patient. He smoothed down his hair, which must've looked ridiculous all standing up, and he seemed to appear as if he'd just gotten out of bed-- which he had. Jeremiah reached toward the stack of newspapers, uninterestedly flipping through the pages until reaching the sports section. It was an understatement to say that he was a sports enthusiast, because soccer, baseball, and football was practically his whole life-- plus the idea that his father owned hundreds of sporting goods stores all over the country helped. But finally, his mindless skimming through articles came to an end when he finally heard his name.
He went up to the counter to grab his cup, immediately drinking some up and letting the coffee warm him all the way to his toes. He hadn't quite realized yet, that that day, that a simple encounter, would lead to him meeting someone who would become very important in his teenage life.
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Post by erin on Jul 9, 2012 1:26:47 GMT -5
 Erin was going about her daily business. She insisted on making sure that these seats at her performance this weekend were sold out. Her earphones were planted in her ears, full volume on. Florence and the Machine blasted through her mind as she walked across a small part of the city near her house. She had flyers and a stapler, so at every telephone post she saw, she stapled at least two flyers giving details about the play she would be in. And she wasn't doing it just for herself. The tickets were at a cheap price, but the profits would be used to donate it to a lovely organization that helps profit young theater kids in poverty. And to top it all off, they were doing a Shakespearean play, Hamlet. She was casted as Ophelia, so she was excited to be able to commit and dedicate herself to such an event. As she walked down the sidewalk, she twisted with the music and swayed her body one way, and the other the next.
She looked down at her outfit. It was a very loose shirt that hung down about her mid-thight, some black leggings, and some heels she stole from her mom's closet. As people came by, she made a quick introduction, made conversation with them (usually handing out a compliment to them), and told them about the play coming up and how it would also help a charity. And every time she completed it with a wicked smile followed by a "Thank you for your time! Hope to see you there!". The routine was pretty simple. Despite being an awkward girl, she was made for the stage and could make conversation so easily. Her brown, passionate eyes, were hidden by the gradient in the sunglasses she wore. A few said they would come, a few said they weren't sure, but no one said they wouldn't make it because not many really wanted to tell a girl apart of a charity event that they would not give up their time to go. Because a lot of them actually wouldn't. Be she was hoping she could get a big enough of a crowd.
Before she knew it, she was already near her local Starbucks, which she found strange because it was a few blocks away. She was astounded by how quick she had gotten through quite a few blocks in her neighborhood and how many people she was able to inform about it. Her days would be busied until this play was over. Erin walked inside the Starbucks, hoping to get permission from them to post a flyer on their entrance. And hopefully leave a stack at the counter for people to pick up. If she could leave them, it would make her day because plenty of people came through starbucks. Especially couples, and in Erin's opinion, seeing a play was a great way to spend time with a couple. Most people didn't do it and it was just something new to do for the ordinary couple who didn't really see plays often. Paying very little attention to her surroundings, she waited patiently in line until she reached the front. She quickly ordered a strawberry-banana smoothie before asking about her flyers. The cashier had to ask the manager and stuff but they said it would be fine to do both. She borrowed a piece of tape and stuck it to the entrance after leaving a stack at the counter. Meanwhile, she came back and waited for her smoothie to be made so she could go back to advertising.
Out of the corner of her eye, she recognized someone and for a second she thought it was one of her close friends, but viewing the face she didn't really know the guy. She was familiar with the face. But she could easily place the familiar face in the halls of Manchester. A another student! Maybe she could get him to spread the word. So she nonchalantly walked over to him right after he revceived his order.
Oh hey there! Uhm, yeah I know we don't really know each other but I'm Erin. I'm a huge contributor to the theater program at the school. Anyways, I was wondering if you could possibly consider going to a play this weekend and also tell your friends about it. So basically it's Hamlet. I'm starring as Ophelia but the main reason you should come is because it helps out a lovely organization helping theater kids in poverty. she took a breath after informing him about the play. She heard her named called, grabbed her smoothie, and looked back at him. So you should consider going. It will be fun I promise.
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 9, 2012 2:53:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] He took a sip of his coffee, the warm coffee already invigorating him and the sweetness leaving that particular Starbucks after-taste on his tongue. Jeremiah slipped the newspaper he had been holding in his hand back in the pile, turning around to face a particularly pretty girl with beautiful dark hair, and a light face. The image of her reminded him slightly of Snow White, though her beauty was definitely not deniable. He caught his breath, seeming a little dazed by the girl who had so suddenly stood directly in front of him, and spoke with a passion and enthusiasm that had compelled him to listen. She spoke warmly of the topic, of how it was for a charity, and how she seemed to be just as engrossed in the play she was trying to convince people to attend, though for Jeremiah, he was already sold from the minute she started speaking.
She had left for a moment to go get her smoothie, and he didn’t quite know why, since he had hardly known this girl that was standing before him, that the minute she left he had realized that he hadn’t wanted her to go, no matter how briefly it was that she was away. Jeremiah cleared his throat, in an attempt to regain his composure as he flashed her a classic smile, deciding that this was a girl he would definitely like to see again, and if it took all his time before practice to talk to her, well, it was time well spent. “I think I had to read Hamlet for English last year,” his nose crinkled up at the thought, though the nice smile was still on his face. “I’m hoping the play form is better than writing a thousand-word essay on the script,” he laughed, taking another drink of his coffee – though he had felt quite awake now, with Erin in front of him.
“I’m Jeremiah, by the way,” he introduced himself, politely, meeting eyes with the girl. He didn’t quite understand it, but Erin had a certain quality about her appearance that he just liked. She didn’t look like a normal beach girl, with an excessively thin frame and a spray tan, she looked essentially like a girl who seemed to be herself, and that kind of thing drew his attention. “I’m a senior at Manchester. And I’m looking forward to seeing you in your play,” Jeremiah said, sealing his words with a promise. He grinned, maybe it was silly of him – a jock, to attend a Shakespeare play, it wasn’t necessarily his thing, but he couldn’t help it. It was for a good cause, right? He wondered if she had spoken to anyone else about this, he was sure that all the people she had, must’ve agreed to it instantly – because who could deny a girl like her? He certainly couldn’t, and that was just his first impression!
“Where’s the play at? I’ll be sure to catch your first showing,” he promised, leaning toward her slightly, subconsciously. He couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious that when it came to theater, or plays, he couldn't understand what was going on some of the time. Like when the community theater had put on a show of the Taming of the Shrew, he could hardly follow, or in Freshman year, when they had read Romeo and Juliet, he had to remember the Leonardo DiCaprio movie to even try to understand. He wasn't really dense, the Shakespearean/old-English language was just something he had difficulty understanding... some research was needed before going to see the play.. but Jeremiah had a feeling that it would be worth it.
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Post by erin on Jul 11, 2012 9:21:05 GMT -5
Erin took the time to examine her conversation partner. She couldn't lie to herself and say his build wasn't anything near attractive. It was spot-on. But she was sure not to let his catch her staring and admiring his fantastic build so she stuck with eye contact, because as a drama geek she learned how to successfully keep it. That was a plus about being one, you never had social flukes. Becuase you knew how to keep composure on stage in front of a stage, you knew how to keep yourself organized and composed in front of a single stranger. Many people found her to easy to socialize and make conversation with because of this. She wasn't dramatic like some of the drama geeks were. Sure, if she lost a role in a play, she wasn't going to cry about. She'd be hurt, but she learned to just dust yourself off and try again. Practically her motto for life.
And as he talked she noticed how bright his eyes were. Compared to his, her's were so dark and gloomy. Her entire look was so dark and gloomy. Her black hair with slight curls at the end. But she probably wouldn't give her's away for anyone else's. She thought it gave her that look for some of the parts in some of the plays that very well looked for the look she portrayed and she was damn proud of it. She laughed at his comment. Yeah, plays are just as entertaining. Especially if you've read it before that way the play is easier to understand. And nice to meet you, Jeremiah. she gave a pleasing smile with her full lips.
Hm, so I've managed to get you to come to the play within five minutes. That is honestly a new record for me. I just have to give myself a pat on the back for this. Well I'm a junior and obviously I participate in a lot of theater activities in and outside of school. She was quite awed. Not really sure how she managed to convince him to go, and not really sure why he accepted the invitation and made his decision right away. Usually people didn't make a definite answer right away. It's at the local perfoming arts center. You know where that is, right? If not, I can give you directions. The girl still wondered about this kid. She knew he went to Manchester and he was a senior, but other than that not much. Well, if she had to she could easily place him in the jocks because no neutrals was able to rock a bod like that. She couldn't place her finger on it. Erin didn't make it too hard for people to infer what clique she was stereotypically placed in. It was either drama geek or major dork, but sadly the ladder isn't an actual clique. It should be though, maybe then she'd find someone who actually admired her quirks.
Well, thank you for coming. I'll be disappointed if I look in the audience and don't see your face which will then put me out of character, and then the play is crap. So now you just have to come. She smiled. It would actually be nice to see a cute face in the audience. So you're up early for something and that would be? She wished to learn more about this beautiful stranger that she so happened to run into. As long as he wasn't some sort of douchebag, she was okay with getting closer to people. Not that she was against it, but she didn't need to befriend a royal-esque person, today. Ceridwen would probably bitch slap her if she even thought about it. They just didn't need that kind of drama in their lives and they were happy idly spending their lives out of the popular's eyes. [/b] [/size][/font] [/div][/center] |
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 12, 2012 1:51:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] He listened intently as she spoke to him, a smile on her face that seemed to contrast the first impression he would’ve probably conjured up of her just by appearances. She was gorgeous, even he had to admit, but there was something about her that made her seem a little intimidating, unapproachable. If she had not come up to him immediately and started a conversation with him, Jeremiah figured that he would’ve only thought she was pretty from afar, as opposed to the type of girl that he would go up to and willingly flirt with. Oh, he was used to coming up to girls and speaking to them like he had known them for years, but for Erin, she wasn’t at all like the blonde beach girls he had gotten with in the past, she was different. And different was certainly something Jeremiah was searching for.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” he told her, his tone of voice charming and smooth. Jeremiah couldn’t help it sometimes, it was the way he spoke to people, the way he tried to use his tone and his appearance to his advantage, and though some might find it shallow and cheap, Jeremiah thought it was more of using what was given to him. Though, even so, as he spoke to Erin, his voice was honest, and genuine. He raised his eyebrows at her comment, before deciding to refute her statement. “Five minutes? Are you kidding? I bet you have guys lined up waiting to see a play starring you,” he said, laughing. He rubbed the back of his neck as he told her this, feeling a little sheepish, as his other hand gripped his coffee a little bit tighter.
“Though I do have to admit,” Jeremiah started, after taking a long gulp of the warm coffee, though he was sure that by now he didn’t need any amount of caffeine to stay awake. “Ophelia from Hamlet… not exactly the most upbeat, happy character ever. From a critic’s standpoint, I’m intrigued to see how you’ll play the character,” he laughed, and secretly thanked his English teacher for forcing him to read the play – it gave him enough background info to hopefully relate to her for even the slightest bit, and it gave him a little credibility. Usually, when he spoke to girls, they mostly cared about the newest romantic comedy out or a pop song on the radio – it didn’t exactly take a genius to relate. But when it came to Shakespeare, old literature, Jeremiah couldn’t help but feel a little under-educated.
Especially since he knew where every batting cage in the city was, but when it came to the local performing arts center, his mind was drawing a blank. “I actually do not know where that is,” he admitted, truthfully. Though he was well-aware of the search engine “google”, half of him hoped that by requesting directions from her, he would be able to keep her in the conversation with him as long as he wanted. It was selfish, but he had to leave to his coaching job at 10 anyway, so he wished that she wanted to know him as much as he wanted to know her. “You could text me the directions,” he suggested, pulling out his phone. Was it a shameless way of getting her number? Probably, but he didn’t give a darn. He handed her his phone. “Would you put in your number?”
So she had been curious about him too, which, he couldn’t help but feel a little more important as she asked him about his morning. Jeremiah grinned, “I’m a soccer coach for the Badgers, which is a youth team for our community,” he explained. “There’s a game later in the day, so we have an early practice just to get them whipped up in shape, because I want my boys to win the championships this year.”
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