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[Crazycookiemonster]

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"Yeah of course, but he is a little bit of a lover and will start to lick your face if given the chance," I say with a smile on my face as Playboy rose up and started to lick at his chin. I was tempted to pull him off of Westlie, but he said he liked dogs so I was pretty sure he would be fine. Though now it seemed like Charming and Romeo became interested in him, as they approached him sniffing him and his guitar first. "Ohhh I'm Zoe by the way ans this is Playboy, Charming, Romeo and Boss," who was sitting behind me with a neutral expression. I turn my head and see the girl from before and give her a small side smile before tuning back to Westlie, "Yeah that was really good, you have some serious talent so you must be new here." Though I was pretty sure he probably didn't hear me over the charming high pitched voice of the blonde girl next to me who was obviously craving his attention as she talked to much and poked to much..

[miiamii]

[@Dracarys; Annika is free, she's just getting to the coffee shop. C:]

[cucumber]

"Yeah, I have always tried to recreate it, but it doesn't work, I guess it has to be done by a child." Theo said. He saw her raise an eyebrow when he put on the chapstick, but he ignored. When he ran his hand through is hair, he saw her looking at his muscles, but he didn't let it show that he knew. He liked the way she was reserved, quiet, but not at all shy. "I don't really mind parting with it, I don't sell the good ones." He laughed then added, "I don't get paid enough, but who does? I get enough from working at Franchis, at least, enough to have an apartment." Not wanting to dig into her personal life to much, Theo didn't ask about how much she got paid, or if she could afford to live nicely. He really didn't care anyway it was. He started to notice how he felt so confortable around her, like he had known he forever. But really, they had just met.

[xzaos]

[@Dracarys; Annika is free, she's just getting to the coffee shop. C:]

Ok, Silus is sitting outside the coffee shop listening to the city, so feel free to go interupt him

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Silus smiled at the dogs and the girl. "I knew they were pits, just didn't know if they were pure. Nice talking", he said as his british accent bled through a bit when he spoke. Most could tell he was a foreigner, but since he had lived in the states so long he had picked up on the way they talked, though with certain words it bled through.

Silus turned from the girl with his skateboard in one hand, and coffee in the other, he founds a nice seat outside on the outer tables. He set his guitar case on the table, leaned his board against the table, and unzipped his guitar case. He reached in and pulled out a notepad and a pen alond with his guitar, then watched the streets and zoned out. He listened to everything. The people, the hinking of cars, the steps of dogs and people in alleyways, the birds' song that broke through the noise, and everything else that he could.

[underland.]

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"Yeah of course, but he is a little bit of a lover and will start to lick your face if given the chance," I say with a smile on my face as Playboy rose up and started to lick at his chin. I was tempted to pull him off of Westlie, but he said he liked dogs so I was pretty sure he would be fine. Though now it seemed like Charming and Romeo became interested in him, as they approached him sniffing him and his guitar first. "Ohhh I'm Zoe by the way ans this is Playboy, Charming, Romeo and Boss," who was sitting behind me with a neutral expression. I turn my head and see the girl from before and give her a small side smile before tuning back to Westlie, "Yeah that was really good, you have some serious talent so you must be new here." Though I was pretty sure he probably didn't hear me over the charming high pitched voice of the blonde girl next to me who was obviously craving his attention as she talked to much and poked to much..

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Tilting my head to the side, I glanced at the girl. And down at her dog. Before looking back at Westlie, I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you get told, that your good all the time" I said shaking my head. Before I smiled at him. I held out my hand, "my name's Carter..... And yes I know, Carter is normally a boy's name, blah blah blah. It's my name whatever" I said shrugging. Placing my thumbs in my back pockets after he had shaken my hand. I looked up at him, "are you hoping to make singing a career for yourself? I asked curiously, seeing as he was really good. Why wouldn't he? I smiled kindly, tilting my head to the side as I gazed at him. My eyes, raking him up and down. Before running a hand threw my snow white hair.

<<i'm going to make this place your home>>
<<westlie>><<eighteen>><<single>><<no crush>><<tagged-zoe&carter>>
<< Westlie pet the dogs quietly as he listened to their names and nodded while at the same time listening to the girl named Carter. "I'm not new here in New York, I grew up in Boston. I came here multiple times with my father for games with the Red Sox verses the Yankees, nothing like a good fan fight to awaken you." He answered the other girl then stood back up and looked at Carter. "I plan to do something with my singing but things interfere with plans, you know, plans change. and they never stop changing." He said truthfully as memories flashed in and out of his mind. He jumped slightly as his phone went off, then checked it before putting it back in his pocket quietly. "Sorry, waiting on some news from a friend. The airplane may or may not have taken off without my dogs... Meaning since my dogs get carsick I'd thought we should give flying a shot, didn't work out yet."

[trills]

"I guess so," Shirley let out a light laugh. "Well if you aren't selling the good ones, of course you aren't getting paid enough. I bet the good ones are worth millions," she teased. "Yep, my internship is the same way. They're basically paying enough for rent and food, and my parents pay for the rest. It's funny, they act like they don't support my life choices and then they keep sending me money." She shook her head, not realizing she had told him so much. It was funny how easy it was to talk to him without feeling the slightest bit awkward. She felt like she could tell him anything...but she wouldn't. She noticed that he was still sitting with her, even though his drink was finished long ago. She made sure she didn't smile. He was enjoying her company, and she was pleased with that. She didn't get to have good conversations too often, at least, face to face. She still talked to her old friends, but they were all in college by now and busy with schoolwork and a social life.

[littleghosthunter]

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I nodded my head. Looking back at the girl as she spoke up. I wanted to know something about her too, an I felt horrible for interrupting her. "Sorry again for interrupting you, I got lost in though and wasn't paying attention" I bit my lip as I smiled at Westlie. I sighed, sadly I knew exactly what he was talking about. But I don't let my parents, or any of my family stop me from dancing. I smiled softly, "Yeah I know..." I muttered trailing off. For some reason I felt the girl, who had said he name was zoe found me annoying. Or something like that, I looked down at the ground before looking at her. "What do you do?" I asked her. I didn't want her to find me annoying, I guess it's just just how I come off as sometimes though. Sighing I looked down at my green flats with a bow on them shuffling my feet.

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Oh I'm sorry crazycookiemonster forgot Zoe introduced herself

[miiamii]

[wow, this is a lame interruption. sorry, i have no ideas right now. x3]

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"i do not try to dance better than anyone else. i only try to dance better than myself"
female ╳ eighteen ╳ the ballerina

at the coffee shop >>

Annika stepped inside the coffee shop taking little notice of everything except the large line of caffeine junkies waiting for their daily dose of coffee before work. The young woman was normally very patient, but this she could not tolerate- not on a day like this. She sighed and gripped her messenger bag tightly, exiting the Starbucks with her brows narrowed. Checking her watch, Annika noted that she still had time to spare. Actually, she pretty much had the whole day off.

Outside the coffee shop, there was a slew of open tables and chairs. A few individuals were seated here and there, but not nearly as many as one would expect on a day with such fine weather. She chose a table and seat close to another person; a boy that was around her age. She couldn't help but let her eyes trail off towards his blue guitar and the ballpoint pen he held in his hand. Annika was always curious about music, being that it was the thing she danced too. Right away, she wanted to confront this guy about what he was writing- obviously it appeared to be music, but she was more interested in what he was taking inspiration from. The ballerina finally mustered the gall to talk with the boy. She remained at her table, but slightly called out to him. "What's the idea for your composition?" She paused and gave a light, but uncertain grin. "If that's even what you're doing. I just assumed because of your guitar." She pointed to blue thing with a downward nod. Her eyes glancing at his notepad with brightness and curiously.

[Crazycookiemonster]

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I listen as he answers both of our questions knowing e probably liked the attention but he didn't seem like a bad person after all everyone goes through there hard ships. So I let te other girl take the lead in the conversation as I normally was the person who just went with the flow. Giving Boss a scratch on the head I loom back up in time to hear he equestrian. "Ohh I don't really do much, but some say I'm a bit of an artist, though I was born and raised right here in the big apple. Also I hope your dogs get in, I wouldn't be able to go to long without my babies."

-sorry if this is really short and full of errors I'm so sleepy I've had a long day and its almost two so this is my last post of th night-