Corkstown { closed }

[Dafna]

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Seeing as the sun seemed to be rising through the crack in the curtain a groan of annoyance could be heard throughout the room as its owner started to walk. Dreaming was one way Bradley could get out of things, of course there were other ways but he preferred dreaming. Wrestling with the sheets for a few minutes Bradley’s blonde hair appeared at the top of the bed. Looking around for a few seconds before dragging himself out of bed, Bradley looked around a little bit more before he went and took a shower. Getting out he dressed in the usual jeans and t-shirt before looking in the mirror a little to check that he didn’t have his shirt on backwards. Believe him its happened before. Looking back towards his messy room he shrugged before making his way out of the house, his mother already at work or out. He really didn’t mind that much anymore. Though he knew well enough to grab an apple on his way out since one did need breakfast after all, smiling a little he started to slow hum a little bit of a song as he ate his apple. Making his way towards the park, maybe he could drop by the bakery while he was out? A small smile formed on his face as he thought about what he was going to do, he could work on the little project but then again, that was his little secret. Well to him it was, the graffiti artist of the town had striked again, though he made sure to clean up some of his mess this time, to Bradley though it was his way of being creative and a small part of his dreams escaping him.It was just a matter of time before some of the other townspeople found his little creativeness on the Cafe's.




A full hour of studying, it was what he did. Shaking his head a little he looked back to the books in his bag before looking at the Café he had to open up, he was on the morning shift after all. As Ian started to set up some of the table settings on the tables of the local café he smiled a little. It wasn’t a bad job, even if he was trying to cram in as much study as he could since the test was coming up soon. Moving over to the door of the Café he turned the small door sign to ‘open’. Moving into the back he placed some of the plates out so they would be ready for the food before going back and continuing to set up some of the tables. He only had a few hours to go before he had to go to the college to attend the lesson. He’d grab some lunch on the way then probably come back afterwards, you never know. Slowly whistling a tune as he set up the Cafe started to revise some of the facts that he knew about in his head. Medicines and most things that go along with the category of a paramedic, hopefully he wouldn’t have to wait to long before he would be able to be one. Help people, that’s what he really wants to do, not that the job at the café was bad it’s just he was hoping to get his dream job.




Hearing the sound of some of the shops opening up he could already hear the shops opening up. It just reminded him that he needed to get a move on and finish up his morning run. Coming to a halt he entered his apartment building and headed straight for his room. It was a small nice place, something about it seemed to just bring the warm homey feeling. Placing his keys down on the table he headed off to have a nice refreshing shower. After a few minutes of being under the cold water the sheriff was all nice and smelling good. Shaking some water out of his hair he got changed into his normal gear. Luckily it was a small town, so he didn’t have to wear the formal police uniforms that they had in the big cities. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows he looked around before smiling a little and heading out back into the town. He’d have to a do a check like he always did in the mornings though today he had a little more energy and he had skipped breakfast. Thinking about it he decided that he would be going to the Café, get something to eat and drink before heading out and doing something else. That seemed like a good idea, hopefully no one had done graffiti on anything or stolen anything, than it would be a busy day. Not that there were to many of those days.

[toast;]

Crush :: Ian Micheals
Status :: Single
Location :: Home
Thoughts :: "He better answer his phone..."

Breakfast for Demetria was over almost as quickly as it started. Soon enough, she was putting her dishes into the sink to be cleaned up later, and she was into the shower. It was relatively short, only about 10 minutes or so, and within a half an hour after leaving the table, she was out the door. Unlike many of the girls she had been friends with in Australia, there were a fair number of girls in America who didn't take five hours just to go to a town where they weren't likely to see anyone they knew. She had to admit, Corkstown was quite a bit different from Melbourne. Where this little town was small and quite dainty looking, Melbourne was like many of those cities that one sees destroyed in movies. Large, populated, busy. It was definitely a peaceful break living in their current residence.
Sighing, Dem pulled out her phone, unlocking it before it slipped from her hand and fell into the soft grass of her front yard. Thank goodness for the fluffy cushion. She picked it up quickly before opening up her messages, clicking Bradley's name. All of their conversations popped up, dating back from the first time they texted each other. It seemed like quite a long time had passed since then, even though it had only been about a year since she had even arrived in the town. She guessed it didn't matter anyhow, a lot of conversations where bound to happen between a girl and her closest friend. Any chance you'll give up where you are? The words flew across the white background of the text box on her phone before she clicked the send button which sent them to a green bubble just above. She locked her phone before actually leaving her yard, heading closer to the shops that lined the streets of the town itself.

[ѕнαdy]

Location: Echo Studios Corkstown
Love: None
Action: Opening Shop
Tagged: None
Outfit: Here.

With a smile playing at the edges of her lips the young entrepreneur hang a sign on the door. Two signs actually. The first had two simple words on it "Help Wanted". Sign number two had more numbers and words. It was a chart of her currently scheduled hours. Monday through Friday from noon until nine. As popularity grew for her little studio and bar the hours would lengthen. Saturday her hours expanded a few hours, noon to eleven I stead of nine. It was a nice work day, but a lot of it would've sitting around.

Of course, she didn't expect anything big yet. What she did see was a man- more of a boy really, walk up and read the sign. He walked in nervously and introduced himself as Jesse Shippe. After a short interview Echo discovered his ability with voices and after some testing she hired him. Since she had nothing do him to do for another few hours when business opened she sent him away.

[b52g6n8l]

-~Marylin Burnsworth~-
Crush:: Open - Location:: Park - Outfit:: Click!

May gradually faded back into conscience much like how she faded out not too long ago. She slowly became aware of her surroundings; Music playing in one ear, her awkward position on the park bench, and her hair just slightly still wet from her early morning shower. Stretching back against the wooden back of the bench, May yawned and blinked away traces of sleep that still clung to her. Fixing the glasses that were crookedly placed on her face, she remembered getting up early and leaving to do some memorization of the town and to get a few morning snap shots with her camera. Thinking of which, May looked around, nudging her sketchpad with her hand. It was right beside her, opened to a page with a partly sketched dove. She sighed to herself and closed the pad before looking down on the other side of her. A large puffball of fur was curled up, snoring contentedly. She giggled a bit and plucked a leaf from Zoose's head, watching his tail twitch. May knew he probably wasn't going to move for the moment so she went to work, trying to find her camera.
May had let out a triumphant "Hmph!" when she found her camera underneath the park bench inside her backpack. She loaded everything into her one-of-many bags, before sitting back down and looking around. She was wearing something simple and really comfy since she doubted the first thing on her mind in the morning was fashion. Letting her eyes glance around, she thought about what she could do. Grunting, May thought Well, go meet someone! Might as well have one friend to talk to in this town. She thought about, but didn't really want to move from her spot. Suddenly she spotted a guy walking towards the park entrance. She guessed he was around her age from his height and features. He had blonde hair and was kind of attractive. She tilted her head in curiosity at the smile on his face, and found her own self smiling. Then, Zoose was off. He had always liked people, that's a quality of his that had made her want to adopt him, but she didn't think she could stand being embarrassed in a town she had just moved into literally three days ago. Sighing, May had a second to hang her head in defeat before she grabbed her bag and set off after her dog, who was now pawing at the feet of the stranger and begging to be pet.

._Kyler Summers_.
Crush:: Open - Location:: Apartment - Action:: Waking Up

Kyle groaned and rolled over in his bed a few times when he alarm went off. He had forgotten to disable it the night before, so waking up this early on a day off was something he didn't really like. Sitting up, Kyle examined himself in the mirror hanging up across the room and snorted at what he saw. Bedhead, slumped shoulders, and a grumpy face. Sighing, he threw back the covers and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower he decided to make something to eat. He threw some bread in the toaster and eggs in a pan before getting out the orange juice. While the eggs were sizzling and the toast was burning, Kyle threw on some jeans and loose fitting t-shirt, then topped it off with a pair of his trusty Vans. He had a second-thought about returning to his bed, but Kyle had a habit of one waking up, he can never go back to sleep no matter how late or how early. That habit though, is probably what saved him from being late to classes or work. Grumbling something about how a man needs his hard-earned sleep, Kyle finished making his breakfast and ate it quickly from his plate. He then grabbed his phone, keys, and his wallet before making his way out of his apartment door. He locked his door, double-checking it, before turning and practically running down the stairway. He ran a hand through still-slightly wet hair and flung the water droplets onto the ground. He debated about where he wanted to go. The cafe? Or maybe the library at the University? He thought about his choice before deciding to go say hi to the bakery owners.

[RYCBAR123]

[Going to visit my grandmother and put flowers on my grandfather's grave for Memorial Day. I'll be back around 5 probably.]

[Dafna]

Sitting down on the park bench that seemed to be near him at the time he smiled a little as he looked up at the sky. The back of his neck resting on the back of the bench. Luckily it looked like a good day, from what he could see in the blue sky the clouds seemed to just dance around each other before moving onwards to other towns. Though he had yet to hear the weather report for the day he only really hoped that it would stay like this for a while, nice and well quiet frankly beautiful. That was what Bradley saw, his parents thought he was odd if he could see something pretty in a horror movie, though he wasn’t really one for horror movies he more for comedies and music video’s if they count.
Making a face a little he looked up a little glancing around when he heard a familiar buzz of a phone… realising that it wasn’t someone else’s phone he smiled a little and moved his hand down to search through his pockets. Finding his phone in his back pocket he pressed a few buttons before he saw the text that Dem had sent him. A small smile forming on his face when his eyes scanned across the message. With a flick of his wrist the phone was turned on its side where a keypad came out. Nope, I won’t say c; down at the park, nice day, what about you? Yeah he was a little bit old fashion since he didn’t really send things in text talk, half the time he couldn’t really understand what others were saying and often had to improvise. Pressing the send button he tucked his phone back in his front pocket so it was easier to access later if he needed it.




Seeing as most of the setting up was done and the shop was open. Ian sat down in a chair near the back of the café, he probably could study a little before anyone came in. Not that it mattered that much since the shop was empty now, he was just waiting for the boss to come in or for a costumer. Either were good options though he wasn’t sure if it was alright to cram in some extra study. Beside no one was around now so he was pretty good on what to do now. Smiling a little he flipped open one of the textbooks that they had given him and leaned against the back of the chair. Flipping to the right page he got comfy in the seat before he started to read parts of the book. His eyes skimming across the page as he did so, at least he could try to remember some of it. Try being one of the key words, one of the bad things about studying was that you needed to be away from people when you did so, but as no one was around it seemed like he would be alright for the time being, which made it an okay time to study.




As the police station seemed to come into view drake smiled a little and jumped up the 3 steps to the door and unlocked it. It was a small station, unlike the ones you can see in the cities but it got the job done even if there was the rare person in the cells. Shaking his head a little he opened up some of the windows to let some of the fresh air into the old station. Usually if someone ever needed something or wanted something they would come into the station and tell him or anyone else on duty at the time. Not that it happened that much anyway but it was nice to have a good conversation with them. Looking at the front desk he made sure that everything was in its right order before he moved behind it going into the back room and getting out a few lollies and placing them on the front desk. Sitting down in the chair he looked at the time before laughing a little to himself and picking up a lolly then plopping it in his mouth. Savouring the taste for a few seconds while he ate it, sure it wasn’t the best breakfast but it was food. Later he would probably go and get something to eat, check on the shops while he was at it. Maybe see if anyone had put graffiti on anything else along those lines.

[toast;]

Crush :: Ian Micheals
Status :: Single
Location :: The town-ish
Thoughts :: "Maybe I should have brought Caesar..."

Demetria heard the obnoxious little ringtone that signaled a text message go off. It started off with police sirens going off for 2 seconds before a voice over a microphone started rambling about how she had a text message and if she didn't check it, then the tone would keep going off. She smiled softly, because it did repeat itself, but then again, it was only Bradley's text tone. Everyone else's was just the same set tone, an Australian guy shouting 'Look a koala!' Both were pretty interesting, though the koala one gave out quite a few giggles when random people sent her a text in a crowded and quiet room. It was actually a bit awkward.
Dem pulled out her phone, unlocking it before the tone went off again. Just wandering about the town like a lone, lonely loner. Mind if I join you at the park? She clicked the send button before locking it and putting it away. She glanced around, looking at the coffee shop across the street. She could catch a glimpse of Ian at the very back, looking away quickly to keep herself from staring at him. That was one problem with how much she was crushing on him. She normally would start staring if she was in the same building as him, so avoiding him was one thing she did quite often.

[RYCBAR123]

Delaney Jane Smith

. Shut up and listen to music .

I open my eyes to see my dad with a tray of waffles and milk. I grin from ear to ear and he sets the tray down on my bedside table and opens his arms to me. I jump out of bed to hug him and he tells me he loves me. "Love you too, Daddy. I have to get to work, though." He nods knowingly and exits my room. It only takes me thirty minutes to shower and dress. My outfit consisted of my Pink Floyd band tee tucked into peachy shorts. I wore black wedged shoes and a large floral bow in my short, texturized hair. Now that I have finished getting ready I enhale my waffles and gulp down my milk in under a minute. Finally I put on some orange-y lipstick and mascara and out the door I go.

The walk to the record store was short and refreshing. I took over the business from my father because it was all I have ever wanted. Music is my life and I wasn't about to give it up. When you reach the building on the square it seems like just a plain brick bulding, but inside is just rows and rows of records. You can't go in there looking for something specific, you have to just browse. The front of the store is completely filled with records, cds, and tapes. The walls are covered with posters, photographs, records, and signs. On the left is the front desk where you can always find help because we know music. In the back is a small lounge with a stage. On stage live music is sometimes played and in the lounge you can listen to your music.

Jessica Grace Coleman

. I'm all you could want and more .

I woke late in the morning after Delaney had already left for work. Mother and I both walked into the kitchen at the same time to find Richard making omelets. I hate omelets, but mom loves them. She runs up to him and kisses him like he is the greatest guy ever. "Gross, I'm eating out." I walk ack upstairs to my bedroom, so that I may shower and dress. The outfit I chose was super caual! That only took thirty minutes, so I took a little extra time on my makeup until I looked perfect. By the time I walked out the front door I was looking cute as an be and my hair was curled and looking uber stylish. The square was a short walk away, so I strutted to the cafe. Sitting alone in a booth sucks, but I'll survive. I ordered a coffee and bagel even though their cafe was nothing like the maid's cooking back home. Goodness this place sucks!

[Anyone care to socialize with my girls? I'm am fresh out of muse and would like some interaction to go off of.]

[hypnotic.]

Alice groaned as the sun peeked from the top of her curtains, the only spot on the window that the sun could peek through. She pulled her arm over her eyes, blocking out the bright rays of sunlight. She turned around in her bed, but it was to late, she just couldn't get back to sleep. She shuffled around in her bed for a bit, feeling really claustrophobic with her sheets wrapped around her all of a sudden. she threw her sheets off her and sat up, rubbing her eyes and then looking around the room. she stretched out her arms with a large yawn and scratched her head. Time to start the day.

Alice dragged her legs off the bed, feeling the smooth wood flooring of her bedroom. She had no carpet in her apartment, which she didn't like at all. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, getting a good look at her bedhead. She grabbed her toothpaste and brush, scrubbing down her teeth. She walked out of the bathroom, leaving the light on. She walked over to her dresser, grabbing her outfit. She walked back into the bathroom, stripping and getting into the shower. She washed her hair and body and stepped out of the shower.

She dried herself off and quickly got dressed, doing her hair and make-up as well and adding some accessories. After she had everything, her phone in her hand and her purse on her arm, she left her apartment. She wondered if she should stop by the cafe/coffee shop. She really had nothing planned today. She thought about it as she shut her door behind her, locking it and putting the key in her purse. She walked outside her apartment building and began making her way to the cafe/coffee shop.

⌠brb⌡

[b52g6n8l]

(My character Kyle is going to the bakery if you want to have one of your gal's meet up with him ^^ and
Primeval hope you don't mind that May's paragraph if directed at Bradley ^.^)

-~Marylin Burnsworth~-
Crush:: Open - Location:: Park - Outfit:: Click!

May had let out a triumphant "Hmph!" when she found her camera underneath the park bench inside her backpack. She loaded everything into her one-of-many bags, before sitting back down and looking around. She was wearing something simple and really comfy since she doubted the first thing on her mind in the morning was fashion. Letting her eyes glance around, she thought about what she could do. Grunting, May thought Well, go meet someone! Might as well have one friend to talk to in this town. She thought about, but didn't really want to move from her spot. Suddenly she spotted a guy walking towards the park entrance. She guessed he was around her age from his height and features. He had blonde hair and was kind of attractive. She tilted her head in curiosity at the smile on his face, and found her own self smiling. Once he sat down on the nearest bench, Zoose was off. He had always liked people, that's a quality of his that had made her want to adopt him, but she didn't think she could stand being embarrassed in a town she had just moved into literally three days ago. Sighing, May had a second to hang her head in defeat before she grabbed her bag and set off after her dog, who was now pawing at the feet of the stranger and begging to be pet.

._Kyler Summers_.
Crush:: Open - Location:: Apartment - Action:: Waking Up

Kyle groaned and rolled over in his bed a few times when he alarm went off. He had forgotten to disable it the night before, so waking up this early on a day off was something he didn't really like. Sitting up, Kyle examined himself in the mirror hanging up across the room and snorted at what he saw. Bedhead, slumped shoulders, and a grumpy face. Sighing, he threw back the covers and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower he decided to make something to eat. He threw some bread in the toaster and eggs in a pan before getting out the orange juice. While the eggs were sizzling and the toast was burning, Kyle threw on some jeans and loose fitting t-shirt, then topped it off with a pair of his trusty Vans. He had a second-thought about returning to his bed, but Kyle had a habit of one waking up, he can never go back to sleep no matter how late or how early. That habit though, is probably what saved him from being late to classes or work. Grumbling something about how a man needs his hard-earned sleep, Kyle finished making his breakfast and ate it quickly from his plate. He then grabbed his phone, keys, and his wallet before making his way out of his apartment door. He locked his door, double-checking it, before turning and practically running down the stairway. He ran a hand through still-slightly wet hair and flung the water droplets onto the ground. He debated about where he wanted to go. The cafe? Or maybe the library at the University? He thought about his choice before deciding to go say hi to the bakery owners.