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[.skycat.]

((Yaay! Can we start? =3 ))

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[ silhouettes. told me I could go ahead and post the first post, but I am way too tired tonight. Too carnival-ed out! Lol. So, yes, you guys can start!

[trills]

Shirley stepped into the small coffee shop, her laptop case draped over her shoulder. She stepped into line and waited for the morning rush to arrive. The shop was relatively empty, with only two or three people in front of her and a few scattered tables occupied. It would come soon enough. It was 8 AM, and the nine-to-fivers would be grabbing their morning drink soon. She had a day off from the Times and was spending it working on her book. It had only been a year since she started really writing it, and she was a good third of the way finished. She got to the front of the line. "Hello, a green tea latte please." She smiled at the cashier and stepped off to the side to wait for her drink.

[polaroidpizza]

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Anazone sat on her bed, inside her two-story room in her house. She got off the bed and fixed the sheets. She grabbed her throw-on purse and walked down to her kitchen. She grabbed a box of Cereal and poured in in a blue bowl. She grabbed a spoon and began eating. After the bowl was empty she slowly dragged herself to the sink and plopped it in. She walked over to the Music room on the second floor. She began singing "Touch the Sky" and once she finished singing, She only sang a few times in the morning. She ran to the shower. She stripped down and grabbed her shampoo and soap. She got herself cleaned and pulled on her clothes. She got on her shoes and walked to all of the Animal's food bowls. She re-filled them and patted each on the head, except for Swirl and Penny. She ran out the door and locked it. Once she was done she decided to roam around the City. She smirked.

[cucumber]

Theo sat up in his bed, he looked around his small room, the white walls, the window on the right side, the television sitting on his dresser. He stood up and fixed the sheets on his bed. Theo grabbed a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt and went over to the bathroom. He stepped inside the shower and let the warm water flow over him. He stepped out dried himself off and put on the clothes. He went into his kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee and two pancakes. He sat down at his table and drank the coffee and ate the pancakes. He went to Carlos, his hamster, and filled up his food bowl, Theo would get him out later. He went over to his art easel and looked at the unfinished piece. This was his best piece yet, it was a sunset setting over the Brooklyn Bridge. He grabbed his pallet and paint brush and began to paint.

[xzaos]

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Silus woke up to the bouncing and yapping of his Dutch Shepherd puppy, Navar. It hadn't been the ideal way to wake up, but Silus knew he needed to at least be somewhat productive that day. With a sigh, he pushed the covers off him, and smiled at his pup. "Come on bud, I'll get you breakfast". The pup yapped at the man and bounced his way off the bed, and scrambled to the kitchen. Silus trudged behind with a yawn until reaching the kitchen when he poured the food into the dogs' bowl.

After deciding that the dog had been taken care of, he made his way to his tiny bathroom for a shower. The shower had been quick, and almost as if his mind had turned off and he had been on robot mode all morning. After the shower, he got dressed in a black tank top, some dark blue jeans, and a leather jacket that he had left unzipped. With that, he slipped on his DC shoes, grabbed his acoustic guitar which he put on his back, his skateboard and keys. Silus said goodbye to Navar for then, then headed out the door, locking it behind him.

(yay five second posts at work!)

[Crazycookiemonster]

» » . LIVE AS IF YOU'LL DIE TODAY

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My day started out pretty normal with me waking up and making breakfast for myself. Then taking my breakfast all the way upstairs to our little rooftop garden and watched as the city of New York slowly awoke from a long night of careless trouble. Though my silence was short as soon enough my dad was banging at the glass door twirling leashes in his hand. Roiling my eyes back I slump lower in my chair as I moan unwillingly. This was the only part that wasn't so great about owning a crap load if dogs that you in particular wanted to get; I had to walk them, all nine of them. Now some people would believe that a crazy number of dogs, which it is, but considering the circumstances is not. We rescued seven of them from bad homes and five of then were at first fosters, but we ended up keeping hem as no one wanted expitbull fighters. Granted them did have a bit of a temper at first but there all super cuddly and nice except for Boss he's always mad but not aggressive about it anymore. So slowly I rise from my chair and head down to the kitchen, putting my dishes in the dishwasher before I pulled down the ten pound bag if dog food which these dogs go through in one day. The sound of me pouring food into each one of their bowls caused all but max to sprint towards me, though they dare not take a step till I give them command to do so. So I make them all sit wait a couple of seconds them say okay and they charge in as if we never feed them. As they ate I pulled out four leashes matching the names of the four pits I was going to walk right now. It didn't take long for them I finish eating so when they were done I commanded, "Boss. Charming. Romeo. Playboy. Sit." Which they all did so I clipped the leashes onto their collars and made my way out onto the streets of New York. And no I didn't change from when I got out of bed I was stilling where ing my Dr. Seuss pj pants that are bright yellow with one fish two fish fishes on them paired with a simple dark purple tank top. Not to mention my phone and wallet shoved into my pants pocket for something to snack on. So with two leashes in each hand I walk down the street ignoring the weird looks from people in suits.

[tobio]

His jaws parting into a yawn, Chase rubbed open his brown eyes. Pushing back his covers, he sat up, running a hand though his bed-ruffled hair. Climbing to his feet, the young man pulled on some summer-ish clothes and swung downstairs for breakfast. Swinging around the column the stood rigid in his loft apartment, his velocity making him stumble. He laughed with pleasure, picking himself up, but continued to the kitchen at a slower pace. Chase sighed, taking out some cereal, milk and a bowl. While he wolfed down his first meal, a smile spread across his lips. He was in New York. The Big Apple. He shook his head, hi wildest dreams come true. Nothing could spoil his mood today. Nothing. Chase finished up, ran back up stairs to take up his camera, and was out the door in a flash.

[.skycat.]

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Cat had woken up extra early in the morning to practice pointe. Once her toes were burning and her ankles started getting loose, she stopped and unlaced the ribbons with a sigh. Since the tiny apartment didnt have a dance floor, she danced on the hardwood in the kitchen. After putting her pointe shoes back in the cupboard with the rest of her dance shoes, she went and took a quick shower before pulling on a blue ruffled dress and a jean jacket. Cat pulled on matching color converse and slipped out the door after locking it and ran down the stairs of the apartment building. With a broad smile, she stepped onto the streets of New York and looked around.

[trills]

After Shirley paid for her drink, she found a table near a window and settled herself. "Onto chapter 7," she muttered to herself. She gazed out the window, lost in thought. She noted the already-crowded city streets becoming more lively as everyone was waking up. She smiled slightly to herself, sipping her latte. She loved the city, and she didn't understand why her parents were so against her living there. Sure, it was a little dangerous, but Shirley could take care of herself. She focused her efforts back into writing and was soon typing away at her MacBook.