Ｔｈｅ Ｃｉｔｙ Ｔｈａｔ Ｎｅｖｅｒ Ｓｌｅｅｐｓ↬ Ｏｐｅｎ

[xzaos]

ѕ ι l υ ѕ | т н o м ѕ o n↔↔↔o υт ғι т

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.

[cucumber]

"That sounds like an interesting story and I would love to read it when it's done." Theo said. "I'm an artist, I actually just finished one. If you would like to see it sometime, I could show you it. But it will probably be inside a museum sometime soon," He said laughing, "does that qualify for sitting here?" He saw her tapping her fingers against the table. He took another sip of his coffee, it was almost finished.

[Crazycookiemonster]

» » . LIVE AS IF YOU'LL DIE TODAY

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The conversation ended as I thought it would so I just pet them on the head as they finish up the cup of water, now they started to look around. I stood up just in time to hear a soft voice let out that they were cute. I didn't even see her to know it was a blonde girl with some sort of drink in her hand, probably a singer or dancer of some kind. So I turn around with a small simple smile on my face, saying, "yeah I guess you could say they were all cute, but they are hardly puppies as Boss-" he lifted his head at the sound of his name"- is almost eleven years old." With that I nod a little bit in the awkwardness of the moment and take a sip of my drink. So all hydrated now I give a click of my tongue, bending down and grabbing the cups, so I could through them away I head out the door, and they followed obediently behind. They were very well trained so they could be off leash and still trusted.

[trills]

"Yes, how could I pass up the opportunity to have coffee with the next Leonardo?" She laughed. "What's your medium? My sister used to be quite the artist, before school consumed her life. She loved to paint." Shirley sighed, finishing her tea. Her mood had been dampened slightly at the reminder of her pushy parents. She didn't even know how she got where she was today. She crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands once again.

[littleghosthunter]

C A R T E R
L E E
B R E C K E N R I D G E
I scrolled threw my phone sighing. As I clicked on a song, that I wanted to listen to. Glowing by; Nikki Williams, my favorite song every. Well second, I grinned as I pause the song walking into the park. I turn the volume up all the way, and pressing play restarting the song. I smile as the music surrounded taking control of my body. This is my confessional seven seconds 'til I hit the ground, but you saved my life now I feel indestructible so protected when you're around, yeah, you saved my life, the lyrics began. And I smiled at the crowd that had begun to form. I closed my eyes, as I got lost in the music. My body humming with the beat. Moving, and posing perfectly for every beat. You make me, you make me feel so incredible you and I, you and I feels – unbelievable you make it, you make it so undeniable. A million hearts, you're the only one who lights it up like I'm glowing in the dark. A million hearts, you're the only one who lights me up, like I'm glowing in the dark, I sighed a I moved almost expertly to the music. Hitting every beat, and biting down on my lip. As I danced until the song was finished. Opening my eyes onlookers out over the crowd as they applauded me. "Thank you" I said giggling a I walked over and picked my phone up, turning it off. I smiled waving off the people who complimented me saying I was really good. And smiled around, looking at the people smiling.

[underland.]

May I get a quick recap of what's happening? >>

[trills]

{ People are just going about their business. A bunch of people are at Starbucks, as well. }

[miiamii]

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

at central park >>

Sheets of morning dew covered the park's absurdly green grass, giving the foliage shimmering reflections of water droplets throughout the area. Annika arose early from her sleep today; the reasons for doing so beyond her at the current moment. On the old park bench, she shifted her weight uneasily while skimming through her book. If she wasn't so strangely tired, the young woman would've gone for a jog or out to get her coffee by now, but her lack of sleep stopped her from dragging her body away from the quiet field. A few passerby's came and went, giving little attention to her lonely presence on the lawn. She reached for her water bottle and took a quick sip as she watched the sun rise more and more every minute that passed. Annika couldn't help but feel the need to be doing something productive, but again her mind and tired, small body told her to relax. She sighed and released the tension that stirred inside her muscles. Annika rolled up the sleeves to her oversized hoodie as best she could, trying to make herself more comfortable. She crossed her legs and stared at the pages in the book. The letters looked jumbled together as she strained her optics against the off white pages. Her brain would not allow the girl to focus this fine day. Out of frustration, she threw the book gently to the opposite side of the bench and let her head fall back. The young woman closed her blue eyes and spoke aloud to no one in particular. "This is the life," She added sarcastically, letting her hands fall to her sides out of dead weight. She opened her eyes slightly and looked to her right. Down a little ways, she could see the all too familiar Starbucks symbol ahead. Starbucks wasn't really her typical go-to coffee place. Annika preferred a small cafe that she had been attending for years, but it was too far away for the little strength she carried this morning. With a light, faked smile, she stood up and began walking to the coffee shop.

[cucumber]

"Yes, how could I pass up the opportunity to have coffee with the next Leonardo?" She laughed. "What's your medium? My sister used to be quite the artist, before school consumed her life. She loved to paint." Shirley sighed, finishing her tea. Her mood had been dampened slightly at the reminder of her pushy parents. She didn't even know how she got where she was today. She crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands once again.

Theo laughed and finished his coffee. "My medium is painting. I paint most of my pieces, mostly sites found commonly, like sunsets, mountains, and rivers. I think I'm pretty good at it, at least, I think I am." He said and laughed, "yeah, I almost got pushed out of art because of school, but I pushed through it." Theo took his arms from sitting on the table to rubbing them on his shorts. He did that when he got nervous, which was normally in the company of girls, or when he was asked to speak a lot. Both happened to be present during this time. Theo looked around the shop, most of the people had left, probably on their way to work. He thought about getting another coffee as an excuse to stay longer, but decided that it would just make the entire scene awkward.

[underland.]

<<i'm going to make this place your home>>
<<westlie>><<eighteen>><<single>><<no crush>><<tagged-nobody>>
<< Westlie walked into a public area of the park, his guitar case bumping his shoulder blades uncomfortably. He looked as he found a spot to sit and took his guitar off his back and out of the case. He tuned it, entranced by his guitar, he didn't notice the people watching. Eventually he began to pick out the chords to Phillip Phillips: Home. He smiled as it came time for the lyrics and then he began to sing, as if no one was judging him, and it sounded quite fetching. "hold on, to me as we go. As we roll down this unfamiliar road. I know this I know this way, way, is stringing us along. Just know you're not alone," he smirked as he looked up. He smiled at a girl, just to be the player he was, in a way. "I'm going to make this place your home..." He sang the verse before he went into the next. Once, the song was finished he heard the clapping and a dazed girl running up to him, and especially a few things being tossed into his guitar case. He smiled and thanked every person who dropped something into his guitar case, them he turned to the girl and smiled politely before letting her "down easy." He earned about twenty dollars total, which he stuffed in his pocket and then put his guitar up safely then back on his back before heading to the coffee shop for a cool and refreshing drink. He smiled at strangers as he headed towards the shop.