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[( LARAFOO )]

POPPY MONTAGUE;
It's a new day, it's a bright day
Even when you stand in the dark.
It's just that, you've been broken, fifty pieces
Today is gone, yet I'm the only light you see.
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This town was quite lovely. As Poppy Montague wandered through the street, beige suede heels clicking on the sidewalk and brown leather bag clamped tightly to her side, she stared up at the blue mountains in the distance, and the wondrous blue sky. A smile loosely clutched her lips and a warm breeze tousled her long hair, gently weaving through the strands and tangling them in it's embrace. The hustle and bustle of the shopping district surrounded her, far too busy to stop and examine the fresh-faced eighteen-year-old wandering the street without any real purpose. Her horse, Sterling, wouldn't arrive for another day, so Poppy had an entire twenty-four hours to kill. She wondered how she would spend those hours. Her brown leather tote contained a collection of poems by e. e. cummings, one of her favorite poets, and she was only about halfway through. It would be lovely to find somewhere to sit down and leaf through the pages, perhaps with something tasty and hot to drink.

Her heel caught in a crack in the sidewalk and Poppy paused to yank her foot out of the cement. Looking up, she saw a cheery sign; Jitters Coffee Shop. She smiled. It was definitely a sign. Hoisting her bag higher up on her shoulder, she changed trajectory and pushed open the door. She was delighted to hear the tinkle of a little bell positioned over the doorframe. Looking around her, Poppy felt at home. This would be her new hang-out. The aura in here was fantastic, warm and welcoming, with the most delicious scent in the air. She stepped toward the counter and placed her order for a soy chai and patiently waited, taking in the cozy atmosphere, squishy armchairs, polished wooden coffee tables, chalk boards with inspirational quotes and specials, smiling baristas and chatty customers. She felt delicious in here.

When her chai arrived, she thanked the sandy-haired boy with a gracious smile and took her coffee over to a seat by the window. Perching on the stool, she let her tote slide off her shoulder and drop to the floor. Reaching inside and rummaging for a little while, Poppy emerged clutching the poem collection. She smiled and cracked it open to where she had last read up to, taking out her makeshift bookmark, a Polaroid of the Eiffel Tower. She had taken it herself on her last trip to Paris. Poppy loved France; she should have been born there. It was a beautiful place, and she missed it whenever she was away. Gazing at the photograph, she gave another little smile and placed it to the side, taking a sip of her chai and immersing herself in her book. She wore a very Poppy outfit, and fit well into the background of the little indie coffee shop. Loosely fitted, patterned shorts buttoned over a white slouch shirt, a myriad of necklaces adding interest. A brown leather jacket tailored beautifully to her body, and closely matching her skin color were her gorgeous heels that had taken her forever to save up for. Poppy felt gorgeously comfortable exactly where she was; reading poetry, sipping chai, dressed in leather, in a lovely little coffee shop. It was exactly her scene.

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Lyrics: Sunshine
Artist: The All-American Rejects
Outfit: here

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seth andrew williams !

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Seth had been roaming the town for two hours now. He'd been checking out where everything was and familiarising himself with his new surroundings. So far he had found the mall, the saddlery, the barns, and the classrooms he needed to attend tomorrow. He looked around the bustling town and watched all the cars zoom past him. He wished his car didn't have to be in the shop. And he wished that his horse would arrive soon so he wasn't stuck walking around everywhere. Seth readjusted his tattered messenger bag on his shoulder and kept walking, his eyes peeled for something interesting, like maybe a music shop.

All Seth wanted was a nearby store of somekind so he could stop carrying his guitar - it was starting to get heavy again. He eyed a coffee shop. Jitters Coffee Shop the sign read, and Seth decided that now was as good a time as any to have a cappuccino. He'd been out for two hours, and had even paused to play his guitar on the sidewalk for a bit, and he decided he should be rewarded for that. He pushed open the door and the bell made a cheerful noise as he entered. There were already some people milling about inside, one girl catching his eye especially. He went directly to the counter and ordered a vanilla cappuccino before sitting down across the room from the girl. He sipped his drink and burned his mouth, as usual, on the hot beverage.

Seth set his guitar down beside him and took out his laptop and set it in front of him. He hoped to tap into the shop's wi-fi, if they had it, that is. Indeed! He smiled at the screen and pulled up his facebook page, updating his status that he would hopefully be playing here in this coffee shop in a few minutes, once he asked permission. He got up from his seat, taking another quick sip of his drink before returning to the counter. Seth conversed with the workers, getting an ok for him to play, then it was all systems go.





olivia rose wood !

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Olivia wasn't usually one for wearing dresses and being girly, but when the moment came, she just pretended she was playing a part or something, and sometimes even imagined she was back in Spain, roaming the town with her mother. In fact, that was where the outfit she wore came from. She was quite proud of it. It boasted loud colours and she didn't have to wear heels, which was a huge plus for her. The only heels she could wear were on her riding boots. She had found the coffee shop only a couple days ago, and was overjoyed when she had found it.

Her flip flops made that annoying noise as she entered the coffee shop and made her way to the counter. She noticed a pretty girl sitting at a table reading a book, and a boy more near the corner with a guitar case and a laptop, both sipping their drinks. Olivia ordered a white chocolate mocha, and turned to look for a place to sit. She caught the other girl's eye and gave her a polie smile before she sat at a table near the window. She felt a bit out of place not having brought anything to do while she drank her mocha, but she decided she would just absorb the atmosphere and the aroma of the small shop.



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seth'soutfitissecondcauseidontknowwhatimdoing
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[angelico ◊]

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Look at the sky tell me what do you see
Just close your eyes and describe it to me
The heavens are sparkling with starlight tonight
That's what I see through your eyes

Angel still wasn't here and Griffin was starting to worry about his own sanity. The two hadn't been apart in six years except for that one time when Griffin had to leave for a week to go to a stupid camp when he was thirteen. The experience had been an awful one and when he had returned he slept in the stallions stall for the next week, refusing to talk to almost anyone. The boarding school that he was at then kicked him out the following month for attacking someone who tried to ride Angel. Needless to say, he was rather attached to the stud. But the past aside, Griffin was just trying to preserve his own mental state. The horse had been delayed getting out of america because of some odd situation with his traveling papers and that plus quarantine made it so that he was getting to his new home about two weeks later then he was supposed to.

But for now he was making to best of this beautiful day by taking out his quiet great dane, Phantom. The black and white dog attracted some admiring glances as the duo walked down the main street, heading to his new favorite coffee shop; Jitters. He left the dog outside, tied within reach of a full bowl of cool water and a few pats on the head before heading into the much welcomed coolness. The two were just getting back from the dog park where Phantom had enjoyed terrorizing a tiny puffball of a dog while its owner yelled at the unfortunate teenager. When the preppy old lady had annoyed Griffin enough they left, heading toward their next destination. Now they were here and Griffin made his way up to the register.

"Can I just get a small coffee with cream?" his american accent stood out strongly here in the towns favorite hangout. A blush colored his pale face and he handed the money to the boy working there, almost dropping it on the counter. No matter how many times he had come here over the last three days, he still got embarrassed by what was not only proof of his americaness but also showing that he was a New Yorker. He got the coffee and turned around, ready to flee, when he saw a girl who looked about his age sitting at the door. When he had first come here, the homesickness wasn't as strong as he had expected but someone to talk to this afternoon would be much welcomed. He went and sat over by her, waiting for her to notice him. Seeing how engrossed she was by her papers, it didn't seem that it would be anytime soon so when she finished reading one he cleared his throat softly and said "Hey, do you live around here?"

notes: sorry it took me so long. I had to go ride. --> Phantom
wearing: the amazing polyvore
mood: enjoying life but missing his horse
word count: 471

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[( LARAFOO )]

POPPY MONTAGUE;
It's a new day, it's a bright day
Even when you stand in the dark.
It's just that, you've been broken, fifty pieces
Today is gone, yet I'm the only light you see.
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Poppy was wonderfully engaged in e. e. cummings, and she didn't ever want to move. The surroundings, the atmosphere, the auras radiating toward her, it was all simply sublime, and she was entrenched deeply in her world of hidden meanings and beautiful language. Her chai was still three-quarters full. She had the whole day stretching in front of her, languidly, like a lazy puppy who was imploring you to scratch its tummy. She felt the eyes of a couple people who passed, curious in the well-dressed young maiden, but she simply smiled and read on. Taking a break to turn a page, take a sip, and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she glanced up to catch the eyes of a curly-haired male sitting opposite her, guitar placed next to him, laptop in front of him, watching her curiously. Poppy gave an ambiguous smile and returned to the poetry, far too content to move. A few minutes later she repeated the process - turn a page, take a sip, tuck fringe away - and glanced up again, feeling someone's eyes on her, and locking her gaze with a girl around her age, with wonderful wildfire hair. The girl smiled politely at Poppy, who returned the gesture of curled lips and shining teeth, before sitting herself at a table with her drink. Poppy went back to her book.

Another series of minutes, seconds, and moments went by until the doorbell tinkled again. Poppy ignored it, the sound fading in with the others, of the chatter, the whir of the machines, the humming of the fridges, all in the background of her mind. She sipped thoughtfully, the heat of the drink disappearing somewhat. It was still a comfortable temperature and she was appreciating the lovely blend. Poppy felt a presence place itself next to her and she glanced briefly to her side to confirm that, indeed, someone had taken the seat next to her. She looked back to her book and kept reading. The poem she was on was one of her favorites, and she didn't want to be interrupted.

how much more than enough for both of us
darling. And if i sing you are my voice,

She sighed wistfully, sipping her chai and preparing to turn a page. A voice spoke. Startled out of her reverie, Poppy jumped a little before turning to the person next to her, whom she had guessed the voice belonged to. The boy's mouth was still moving and she listened intently, her focus now on this lovely creature, pale skin and asymmetrical hair, a silver glint somewhere in his mouth. She smiled at his words. Why yes, I do! I just moved here. I attend Windsor Academy, she gestured somewhere outside the window, perhaps near the mountains, to indicate where she lived. Truth be told, she didn't know in what direction the academy was from here. Surely he would know it, or at least have heard of it. Poppy extended a slim, pale hands, nails polished with a fine bronze color, fingers free from rings, wrists naked without bracelets. She wore only necklaces and earrings today. My name is Poppy Montague. It's lovely to meet you. Her voice was delicate and perfumed, language precise and eloquent. Poppy spoke like the poetry she read. A myriad of black and white fur caught her eye outside the window behind which they sat, and she craned her neck, hand still extended, to see the full shape of the enormous dog. A charmed smile stretched her face. Is that lovely creature yours? She inquired. She desperately wanted to pet the animal. She was missing her mare, Sterling, a ridiculous amount, considering they had only been separated a number of days. The company of her equine was one she was not used to being without, and staring at the animal's soft fur a pang of homesickness stirred her heart. Poppy drew her attention back to her new companion and smiled.
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Lyrics: Sunshine
Artist: The All-American Rejects
Outfit: here

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seth andrew williams !

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Seth watched as another guy came in and sat down across from the girl that was reading. He unlatched his guitar case and took out the guitar, running his fingers along the strings. He sighed and looked back to his laptop. He opened a folder full of chords and music. He picked a subtle song at random and looked through the music and lyrics to familiarise himself with the song, and he knew it by heart already. It was his favourite song. He scooted the table a little farther away from him and set his guitar on his leg, quietly strumming out the introduction. He looked to the workers at the counter, they seemed to enjoy it. He looked to the others in the coffee shop. No one was objecting - yet. He decided not to sing, as he thought it would ruin the song. Seth never thought he was a good singer, which wasn't true, he was a pretty good singer.

The smooth melody lifted through the room, swirling around everyone with the aroma of coffee. Seth found himself lost in the music, and didn't even need to look at the music on his laptop for guidance. He found himself even changing up the song as he played it. He crescendoed for about eight counts, the height of the music now completely filling the room before he brought it back down to a gentle, lulling kind of sound.




olivia rose wood !

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Olivia watched as another dark haired boy came in and sat down with the girl who had been reading. Olivia looked him up and down. He was rather nice looking, but Olivia didn't want to get into any of that right now. She satisfied herself with her drink, and watching the boy across the room playing his guitar. He was completely engrossed in his work, otherwise she would've went over to say hi or something. His head bobbed with the beat of the song, and the sweet melody filled her ears. Olivia had been a bit of a sucker for the musical types. No, Olivia. N-O. she mentally shook herself. She wasn't getting into that first. Now that she thought about it, she should've asked Liza to come with her so she wouldn't look stupid sitting by herself.

She overheard the conversation near her. Windsor? Same here! she thought. When the other girl inquired about another animal, Olivia's eyes searched the windows and found a huge dog tied outside. She smiled. She'd always wanted a great dane, but it had never happened for her. She already had one horse. She half turned in her seat and sort of leaned in their direction. Olivia cleared her throat and looked at them a little shyly. Um, I go to Winsor too. she said, hoping they wouldn't scoff at her for interrupting or anything.