` sonder [ drop-in roleplay ]

[sparky246]

Melanine Grace Harper
Twenty-one
Tagged~Sybil

As they walked towards Mel's coffee shop -though not technically hers, it was one of two places ( Waterstone's bookstore being the other) she spent all her time and money in, so really, what was the difference?- the shy ballerina tried to strike up small talk.
"So, what brings you out of the States and into London?" she asked. "You don't seem like the touristy type to me." Mel meant it as a complement, but just to make sure Sybil knew she smiled. Dang, she'd almost forgotten how to talk when it didn't involve ordering coffee/tea or ballet terms like plie, bourrée, elevé, or fouetté. It was strangely nice. Mel suppressed a laugh. Who would have thought smashing into somebody on the street would be such a good thing?

[acacia.]

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⚪⚪⚪He followed her gestures and took in his options, trying not to grin at her accent. He didn't necessarily think it was funny, but at the same time it was. "Naw, they're for myself, actually. My apartment is painfully boring and I am in desperate need of colors." And furniture, he added. He was sleeping on a couch with two suitcases and his equipment for company. The fridge was completely empty, too. "So, how much would a bouquet of these cost?" he asked, pointing to the Cosmos. He wasn't much of a warm color guy, but he hated being the picky person who was never pleased (and the kind of colors present didn't matter as long as they were there), so he didn't think to ask for anything else.

[Saxhleel]

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Currently; In the florist Tags; Vice Cordova

Nina could see how he struggled to reign his laughter in and in a way it made her slightly self conscious. Something that she wasn't very often. She wasn't from London, she was from Manchester, and around here she stuck out like a sore thumb. Her voice was considered that of the poor. 'Chavvy' if you will. She shook it off after a moment, pushing her glasses up along the bridge of her nose thoughtfully. Then she smiled at him gently "Depends on how many you want, For little cosmos I'll do you six or seven or a fiv-- for five pounds or a few more for 10." she replied, having to pull back a little on some slang. Wanting not to seem patronizing, but unsure how long he'd been here. In her mind it made perfect sense that he was here on holiday or maybe on business, since she'd never seen him before today.

[cheesewedge]

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☓ where; home ☓ tagged; open ☓
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calli had woken up early, in her new bed, in her new apartment, in a new place. london. it was time to finally begin her life. she hadn't believed that she actually made it, blinking out the window at the traffic filled streets of london for a few seconds before a rush of wild joy had hit her, full force. she had screeched out loud, most likely startling the crap out of her new neighbors. england had always been a dream of hers, since age seven. she had always wanted to become a lawyer and go to cambridge university. she had read tens and hundreds of books about london, and it had fascinated her. her dreams sort of deflated around the beginning of junior high, when she had looked up the cost of cambridge university. nine thousand pounds. that equaled to one million, four thousand ish in american dollars. coming from a small town in the middle of nowhere, texas, her parent obviously couldn't afford that much. she had deflated like a balloon, extremely unhappy. it had taken her a week to realize that she could ask for a student loan. from there, she had saved up as much as possible. at the end of high school, after taking the SAT, and getting accepted to her dream university, she had around five thousand american dollars saved up. not even halfway there. she had signed up for a rodeo thing that they held in houston every year. if you lassoed a calf, you would earn five thousand. she defiantly needed the money. she had gotten accepted, and soon ended up in front of a gigantic audience, in a huge stadium, her face on the big screen, along with ten other highschoolers, all looking for money to pay for collage. she had made it this far, and she wasn't going to give up now. she had pretty much fallen on top of calf and received a sprained arm in the process of roping cattle. that wasn't the point though. sure, she had gotten humiliated, and had ended up in the hospital, but the outcome was exactly what she had wanted. she had won five thousand. she could go to england and attend cambridge. her family had vacationed around england in the summer, and they had found her a small apartment in london, a forty five minute drive away from cambridge. she was still getting use to staying on the left side of the road instead of the right, but she was one hundred percent sure she would get use to it in a month or so.

as she vaults herself out of bed, she begins to run through her day. nothing to do today, other than sightseeing. she wrestles a pair of dark jeans on and wriggles into a soft black five seconds of summer tee shirt. she was pretty much in love with the band, their high energy music had always put her in a better mood. she had a list of the things she would do today ready. it had taken the entire night memorizing it. she wasn't able to sleep anyways. first up, buckingham palace, to watch the changing of guards, then take a thames river cruise. from there, she would do whatever she came up with. she shovels dry cereal into her mouth and chugs down a glass of orange juice, excited to get the day started. before she opens the door to the outside world, she takes a deep breath. remember to stay on the left side of the road. she reminds herself one last time before stepping outside, tightening her messenger bag in anticipation for the day.

[sweetbriar]

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"College." Sybil smiled back. The dreary London air wasn't harassing her now, the golden blonde smiled to herself. Ever since her rich goody-two shoes parents forced her to come to school in Great Britain she hadn't spoken to them. As she had previously told them she'd rather stroll the streets of Paris and admire the Eiffel Tower, or at least move up to the Big Apple. But that wasn't enough for their precious star child. Apparently only London was. Scowling mentally the short pessimist opened the door to the coffee shop, Mel's Coffee Shop to be exact, for Melanie. Heh, touché.

[acacia.]

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⚪⚪⚪A second of silence passed, which he spent considering if he should spend the extra money. Why not? He'd already spent almost two grand so far; a little bit more on flowers wasn't going to hurt. "Uh, I'll just take the ten pound... bundle." "Bundle" was definitely not the right word, but he couldn't change it now. And saying "pound" sounded so weird. He looked up how money worked here in his free time, but trying to soak up information is difficult when you're in a cold apartment. If he remembered correctly, tax was already added to the price, so then it would be 10 pounds even, right? He slipped his wallet out of his back pocket and sifted through the unfamiliar currency until he came upon the ten pound note, getting the feeling he looked like he had no idea what he was doing. Of course, it was true, but humiliating nonetheless.

[sparky246]

Melanine Grace Harper
Twenty-one
Tagged~Sybil

College. Mel had never really went there, as her career with the New York Ballet kept her busy, but she had plans to go eventually. People still went to college late, after all. "Fun. What are you studying?" When Melanine was a girl -and was only taking ballet once a week instead of six- she'd fantasized about being a famous writer. But upon learning that being a writer required good grammar and spelling. . . well, you can see the lack of appeal to a seven year old girl who liked to practive her splits instead of doing homework.

[interrobang]

Seattle had graduated from college with a bachelors in business only months before. The trip to London, England was a graduation present from his father; they were supposed to stay for a month, maybe a month and a half. Needless to say, Seattle came from money. All was well and good about the trip for the first couple of days. Then Seattle discovered that his mother had followed them here. And, of course, the clinical sociopath had rented out a flat just minutes away from their hotel. What the hell was she doing here? Probably just after more of his father's money, or worse, trying to bribe Seattle into loving her again. Now that his mother had left a bad taste in his mouth and his stomach sour there was no way he was going to be able to enjoy his graduation present. Even just today, he was supposed to go site seeing with his father, but he couldn't calm down after catching a glimpse of his mother at a cafe, so he had to take himself on a walk to calm down.

He didn't know where he was going, but he wasn't too worried about finding his way back. He wasn't in any particularly scenic part of London at the moment, just wandering around a block of apartments; he was enjoying the architecture, nonetheless, and trying his best to keep his mind off that wretched woman. Apparently he was concentrating too hard on trying to keep his mind off his mother, because before he knew what was happening he had crashed into another person. He immediately drew back, already looking highly offended. "God, watch where you're going," he snapped, looking up to find the person that had collided with him was an optimistic-looking brunette with a satchel slung over her shoulder.

[Saxhleel]

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Currently; In the florist Tags; Vice Cordova

Nina nodded quietly and went to gather up the flowers, arranging them in a square, black box that contained their supply of water and plant food. Decorated with black and red film that came off to accentuate the blooming effect of the flowers, that's what her aunt had always done, and Nina had always thought it rather elegant, just a little more 'oomph' was how the older woman had phrased it. She used mostly red, Orange and yellow flowers, fearing he might be quite against the colour pink. When she was satisfied with the result She left the small box on the counter and patiently waited for him to figure out his money. Understanding it might be confusing at first, she struggled just to order things online if she had to think about the conversion in price. Besides, it was rather adorable. "You alright sweetheart?" she asked, her voice uncharacteristically gentle.

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☓ where; some road ☓ tagged; seattle ☓
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calli had been humming softly under her breath when someone else had smacked into her, head on. surprised, she sucks in a surprised puff of air, reeling backwards with her arms windmilling in the air before catching herself, overjoyed that she hadn't fallen down on the cold cement below her feet and humiliating herself. she looks up and meets the eyes of another guy. she opens her mouth, already beginning to apologize, before snapping it shut when she hears his pissed off snap. "God, watch where you're going," how rude! any remorse she had felt earlier immediately evaporates, and she glares back at him, her eyes narrowing a fraction and replies icily, lying though her teeth, "how about you watch where you're going? i'm fairly certain that i was paying attention to where i was walking." yeah right. she scolds herself. daydreaming and humming was defiantly called paying attention. who cared? she defiantly wasn't going to admit that out loud. no way. as a child she had always been quite great at acting, able to hide her emotions easily and lie in a blink.