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Post by ALIANNA "ALICAT" MAE LOUISE, on Dec 30, 2010 16:03:20 GMT -5
[/size][/color] "everybody's[/b] s t a r r y - eyed"[/color][/font] Click for the outfit![/center] Ali smiled to herself, and did an extravagant twirl in the mirror. She was wearing a cute high-necked, floaty dress. It reached just above her knees and hung loosely, waving with the impact of her spin. It was a soft salmon colour that she liked to think complimented her pale skin tone.
She was going to go out for a coffee today, completely alone, to do some thinking and just relax for once. She hated all of the buzz of young adults in bands, always with a joint between their fingers and a bottle in their hands. Yes, she did like it in small portions, but when it was the same thing every day she didn't. Additionally, the sight of drugs did often tempt her a lot, and believe it or not, she didn't like that she was addicted.
She hopped over to the window of the hotel that she was staying in to escape her band, and looked out. It was wet, and windy by the looks of it. She was wearing a very skimpy dress that would definitely not keep her warm. She pulled on a pair of socks over her floral tights, and wrapped herself in a big fur coat. No danger of getting cold now.
She walked slowly out of the hotel after returning her key, and trudged along the street, hands in pockets. She loved the sun, and on days like this when you couldn't see it, it made her feel very sad. She just wished that it could be sunny every day, and that everybody could be happy and drug-free..
Pushing her way through the glass door, she fumbled around in her pocket and pulled out a grey purse, which she took a few coins out of, and ordered a mocha. She loved mocha's.. they were like the best of both worlds. She watched as the girl behind the bar filled a mug, and handed it to her. It took her quite a while to do, so Ali hoped that it would taste good.
Ali sat down at a table for two alone, and wrapped her hands around the white and green mug to warm her hands. The icy weather outside really wasn't nice, and she suddenly realized that she was shivering despite being wrapped in a fur coat. Did they not have heating in the stupid coffee shop? She hesitantly sipped at her mocha, testing to see how hot the liquid was. She felt the heat hit the roof of her mouth and the tip of her tongue, but it wasn't so hot that it would burn her.
She smiled at a few of the people who rushed in and sat down, only for the gesture not to be returned. She wondered why people were always so grumpy recently. Or perhaps they always had been, she just hadn't noticed it. Somebody pushed through the door that she thought she recognized from around the area. She couldn't be sure though, so she just smiled, like she did with everyone else, and didn't bother to say anything in case it wasn't who she thought it was.
The wind whistled outside, and Ali noticed that most of the tables were full now. They were most likely trying to escape the rain which threatened to pour from the deep grey clouds above their heads. She looked up at the ceiling, rather than peering out of the window that she was sitting beside, and once again began to wish that you could see the sky from inside.. They sky was so pretty, even on days like this. If she had a good camera on her, she would take a picture of it. She enjoyed taking photographs, especially of the sky and nature.
[/size] words ;; 861 tagged ;; muse ;; okay notes ;; sorry if this sucks, i don't proof read (: |
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Post by nomnom on Jan 12, 2011 17:17:34 GMT -5
 There wasn't a show today, or at least right now. From the looks of the cloudy grey sky, it didn't look like there would be one anyway. Wet band equipment always ended up bad with all the wires and such. That was why Oliver Cooke wasn't in his normal position of behind a merch booth for Go. No. Stop! He did enjoy days off, where there were no shows and he could just hang around. But, not like his was complaining about his job. Behind a merch booth was his home. And the Go. No. Stop! fans were pretty much his family. Being most the same people came out for the shows and bought merch. Oliver was fairly good with names and faces, so he was pretty good at remembering most of the fans names.
It was very rare that Oliver went out for Starbucks, or really coffee of any kind. Don't get him wrong, he loved the stuff. But he loved free things more. That's why, usually the best coffee he got was that free stuff they call coffee in the shitty hotels they stay at. Most people would probably say that if you add enough cream or sugar that it would be perfectly fine, but Oliver liked his coffee black and black coffee was always best at Starbucks. And since the boy had recently discovered a bit of money, that's where he would be going. He hadn't had good coffee in ages.
Today would be the day that Oliver would wear his only jacket without a hood on it. And it would be his luck that it would start sprinkling about half of the way to Starbucks, and he was walking. At least it was just a sprinkle and not some giant downpour. His long dark brown hair was only slightly damp when he finally reached Starbucks. He felt the wind have some resistance against the door as he opened it. His hand automatically went up to his hair, ruffling it a bit, once he stepped inside. His eyes looked around the fairly full coffee shop and spotted a girl smiling over at him. She seemed familiar so he smiled back, not like he wouldn't have anyway. He was just that kind of guy.
Oliver made his way over to the line, waiting for his turn to tell the coffee lady what he wanted. "Coffee, black, please," he said with a slight smile. The lady seemed to look at him kind of strange but fixed his coffee anyway. Who comes to Starbucks and just orders black coffee, right? Well, he does. It didn't take too long for her to fix it because it was a simple order. So he got his coffee and paid the lady. By the time all of that was done, he looked around, noticing the only seat that was open was at a table with the girl that had smiled at him earlier. He slightly wondered why someone like her, and when he says that he means someone as pretty as her, would be sitting by herself. So he made his way over to his table, looking down at her with a smile on his face and his coffee in his hand. "Mind if I sit?" outfit: here! |
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Post by ALIANNA "ALICAT" MAE LOUISE, on Jan 13, 2011 13:38:00 GMT -5
[/size][/color] "everybody's[/b] s t a r r y - eyed"[/color][/font] Click for the outfit![/center] Ali continued to watch the boy that she had just smiled at as he went to order his coffee. She thought that he looked sort of cute, both in the puppy dog sense and the other sense. Cute guys were amazing, and it had been so long since she'd bumped into one of them. Mostly the guys she liked were taken, or just in it for the sex, which she didn't really like. For some reason her desire to have sex was very rarely around, unlike a few years ago.
As though the boy knew that Ali wanted him to come and join her, he came walking towards her table. Of course, that was probably because all of the other tables were full. He didn't have much option whether he sat by her or not. It was still quite nice to have somebody approach her, though. "Mind if I sit?" he asked, holding a coffee cup in his hand.
Ali nodded, moving her mug so that his would fit onto the table. "Sure," she said, a grin spreading across her face. This guy was almost the only one that had actually smiled at her as he came into the store. Perhaps he was kind, unlike most others. That would be amazing - a guy that's both attractive and nice. She'd never really met any like it.
Being sat right next to him, Alianna felt obliged to converse with him. She took another sip from her beverage, and then began to fiddle with a napkin. "I'm Alianna," she said, looking up from the napkin to his eyes, "But you can call me Ali." Ali reached her hand up to her face to twiddle with a piece of hair on the left hand side, then lowered it again as she realized that she'd recently had her hair cut so that it didn't fall onto her face like it used to. She blushed softly, and began to drink again, hoping that the guy hadn't noticed her going to fiddle with her hair; she felt sort of dumb.
"Are you in a band?" she asked, hoping that they had a common interest, but also hoping that he wasn't the singer for a heavy band, or something. There was only so much screaming that she could take.. She did seem to recognize him from somewhere, but he could just be a fan, or he might have one of those faces that always seemed to look like somebody she knew.
This coffee could prove less boring that she'd though.
[/size] words ;; 672 tagged ;; Oliver! muse ;; Pretty good, actually! xD notes ;; Again, the lack of proof reading tends to mean grammatical errors. xD |
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Post by nomnom on Feb 8, 2011 17:20:47 GMT -5
Oliver smiled as the girl in front of him said that he could sit down. He sat down his hot coffee cup on the table and pulled out his chair a little so he could sit down at the table with the girl. "Thanks," he said and flashed another smile. He picked up his coffee cup again with his right hand and took a sip. His coffee was great. What tasted bitter and gross to others, was amazing to him. Well, coffee-wise anyway. The boy took another sip before putting his cup back on the table, his eyes going over to the girl.
"Ali . . ." Oliver said, repeating her name after she said it. "Very pretty." The line was overused and he knew it, but didn't really care. It was true. "I'm Oliver. Or Oli or really whatever you want to call me," he said, smiling as he introduced himself to her. He took another sip of his coffee, watching her as she fiddled with her hair, a smile coming to his lips as he put his cup back on the table. "I like your hair. All blonde and nice . . ." he said. Yeah, he was kind of awkward, but some people found that kind of lovable, right? At this moment he was hoping that she was one of those people.
That's why Oliver smoked weed really. To keep him out of his socially awkward phases and to just mellow him out. But he hadn't smoked any today, and really hadn't had the urge, so he was a bit awkward, but that was okay. It was the real him, and since he wasn't high all the time, most people saw it and didn't really care. They thought it was cute even though it would embarrass the hell out of Oliver sometimes.
Oliver shook his head slightly at her question. "No . . . well, actually, I guess I can be considered part of the band . . ." he siad, kind of talking to himself more on the last part. He looked up at her. "I work merch for Go. No. Stop!" he said, smiling. He loved his job, he really did. All the people and everything about it was amazing. "What about you?" outfit: here!notes: Kaay, so I didn't realize that it had taken me this long to get this up. I'm terribly sorry. o.O |
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Post by ALIANNA "ALICAT" MAE LOUISE, on Feb 9, 2011 12:00:36 GMT -5
[/size][/color] "everybody's[/b] s t a r r y - eyed"[/color][/font] Click for the outfit![/center] "Ali . . . Very pretty." he said.
Ali giggled, then clapped a hand to her mouth to stop the sound. Why did she always giggle? When she wasn't high it just got on her nerves, and probably even more so on other people's. She composed herself, and settled for a smile, hoping that the heat she could feel behind her cheeks didn't mean that she was blushing too hard.
"Thanks," she responded, trying to sound somewhere between happy to be talking to him and indifferent about the situation. She was trying to appear.. cool. Not something that was usually achieved easily by Ali, since she could be such a goofball at times.
"I'm Oliver. Or Oli or really whatever you want to call me,"
"Oooh, that name is so cute!" she exclaimed, this time clapping two hands to her mouth, feeling like even more of an idiot. She had to go and get excited over something and shriek, didn't she? Ali mentally slapped herself and reminded herself that she was trying to be cool. "It reminds me of the musical." She cleared her throat theatrically. "Oliver, Oliveeer, never before has a boy wanted more!" she sang, doing a small hand movement at the end, much like jazz hands but with her elbows on the table so that it looked sort of awkward. Ali chuckled, and then let her arms drop to the table again. "Sorry, I just had to sing that. It's a pretty good song, right?" She sat sort of awkwardly for a few moments, blowing out air from her lips and tapping her fingers on the table. "So I can call you whatever I want? Does that meaaan I can call you.. Mr Oliver the cutest guy I've everrrr seen?" she blurted, not meaning to say that. Now he knew she thought he was good looking.. great. Great. 'Operation cool' had now failed, so she decided to abort. She'd never achieve 'cool'.
"I like your hair. All blonde and nice . . ."
"Really?" She ran a hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly to examine it herself. She didn't agree, and once again she could feel her cheeks burning. "Well, thank you, Oliiiiiii. Yours is really cute too. It looks soft and.. nice." She smiled again, this time reaching her eyes. She held her arm out towards him and pulled on a strand of his hair, and giggled again. "And it is soft and nice. Your hair's better than mine because mine's all damaged! Yours is perfect."
"No . . . well, actually, I guess I can be considered part of the band . . . I work merch for Go. No. Stop! What about you?"
"Ohhh, I'm just the singer for Sue The Lawyer. We're not as big as your band yet, but hopefully some day we'll be bigger. Is it fun doing merch? I don't really know what they do, I don't see my merch people very much.." She sighed, and tried to remember who even did the merch for her band. She felt terrible for forgetting..
[/size] words ;; 790 tagged ;; Oliver! muse ;; Of an average quality. notes ;; terribly sorry for the shortness. But your delayed response makes up for it. ;] |
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Post by nomnom on Feb 24, 2011 17:13:23 GMT -5
Oliver watched her curiously as she giggled but then covered her mouth with her hand, as if to stop the sound of it. He always wondered why some girls would do that. Stop the sound of laughing, he means. It was adorable to him: giggling and laughing, so why stop it? And besides, why cover that gorgeous smile in the first place? He did understand that some people found that girly giggle kind of annoying, but not him. It seemed real to him. Real just like the blush coming to the girls cheeks right now. Blushing was adorable as well. Hell, what didn't Oliver find adorable on this girl?
Oliver simply smiled and nodded when she said thank you, not bringing up her blushing because he didn't want to embarrass her or something. Even though he didn't find questions like that particularly embarrassing, he knew other people did. This girl seemed so real to him. He smiled again as he picked up his coffee, taking another sip of the hot liquid. Coffee...so much better than alcohol. Well, to him anyway. Actually, he looooved alcohol, just not what happens afterward. The taste is amazing to him, better than coffee. But unlike coffee, alcohol made him mean. Yes, made Oliver mean. And violent. Coffee on the other hand made him just a tad hyper. But give him some alcohol and he goes all ballistic. Not like he chooses to, a person doesn't really have much control when they drink anyway.
Oliver laughed quietly when she said his name was cute. "Thanks," he said, a smile placed on his face. He watched as Ali covered her mouth again with her hands, but this time probably for a different reason than giggling. It didn't matter to Oliver, he just wanted to see that smile. "Awww, don't cover up your face," he said sweetly. "...too pretty to cover up." It never really ever crosses Oliver's mind that what he's doing is flirting whenever he says something is pretty or along the lines of that. It just seemed natural and normal for him to compliment on something that is obviously there.
Oliver laughed again when she mentioned the musical and started to sing. "Yeah," he said, smiling. "I went and saw that when I was younger at a local theatre. And it is a good song." He added with a nod. He liked musicals, more musicals like Sweeney Todd, but Oliver was a good one too, mostly because it had his name for the title. But anyway...
A wide smile came to Oliver's lips as she spoke again about his name. "Of course you can. I'll respond to that, for sure," he said, the wide smile still on his face. "But that also means that I get to call you 'Miss. Ali, the most adorable girl I've ever seen." He nodded at her question. "Yeah, really. I've always thought blonde hair was cute," he said, looking over at her as he took another sip of his coffee. "You are very welcome. And thank yoooou. He watched as she reached out and touched his hair. He smiled. "Oh just me, it's fair from perfect. It's so poofy!" he said, swishing his hair to the side slightly, mostly out of habit. He patted himself of the head as if to show that it was poofy.
"Oh really? Sue The Laywer? I've always wanted to go check you guys out one day but I always seem to be working," Oliver said honestly. He had been meaning to go check out other bands on the tour, but he hadn't really got much of a chance. "I absolutely love it," he said smiling. "It's probably the most fun I've ever had in my life." He wasn't exaggerating either. He loved his job, so much. outfit: here!notes: Aaaaand this took forever...again. I suck. |
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Post by ALIANNA "ALICAT" MAE LOUISE, on Mar 26, 2011 6:34:06 GMT -5
[/size][/color] "everybody's[/b] s t a r r y - eyed"[/color][/font] Click for the outfit![/center] "Awww, don't cover up your face...too pretty to cover up."
Ali couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Compliments like that were so cute, and made her heart squeeze a little. She very rarely got genuine compliments like that, it was usually just fans screaming at her, or dirty old men looking her up and down. But now, the guy that she thought was cute was complimenting her too. She pulled her hand away from her face as if to give him what he wanted, and twiddled her hair again, wrapping it round her finger several times over and over.
Of course you can. I'll respond to that, for sure. But that also means that I get to call you 'Miss. Ali, the most adorable girl I've ever seen."
She blushed again, and chuckled a little, then poked his cheek with her forefinger. "Okay, Mr Oliver, the cutest guy I've ever seen," she said in a childish voice, poking her tongue out at him to finish.
"Oh just me, it's fair from perfect. It's so poofy!"
"Poofy niceeee poofy, though! It's beautiful, just like you!" She grinned at him. She definitely did think that he was beautiful, which was slightly surprising. Most people on tour were either scary, ugly, mean, or gay. The only guy she'd found that she actually liked was Connor, and he fell under the gay category, and he also fought with her a lot because of her addiction..
"Oh really? Sue The Laywer? I've always wanted to go check you guys out one day but I always seem to be working,"
"You should!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I'd love if you came to watch us. I'd make sure you were standing riiight in the front row, and I'd sing to you. Hehehe."
"It's probably the most fun I've ever had in my life."
"Really?! Same here. I love being in a band, I get to sing for lots of people, and I've made lots of friends! Even though I do always fight with my band.. but if I wasn't on tour I wouldn't have met youuuu" She grinned widely, showing all of her teeth and tipping her head back slightly. "I always thought the merch people didn't have fun. All I ever see them doing is like.. folding shirt and stuff! Wouldn't you rather be on stage? Or have your face on those shirts?" She smiled at the thought of all of those fans that wore shirts with her band's logo or her face on. She loved the little fame that her and her band had.
[/size] words ;; 710 tagged ;; Olipie muse ;; okay notes ;; wow, month late reply. sorry! and it's really short and shitty too. so sorry. D: </3 |
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