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Post by connor on Jan 12, 2010 22:44:03 GMT -5
  karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •upon first arriving in the big apple, connor took his time to get settle in before he began exploring the city. now that nearly month had past, it seemed to him that it was just the time for him to start learning the hundreds of streets in the jungle known as new york. it was time for him to embark on a adventure. the destination had been chosen as to where he would go to first far before he had ever came to new york. when connor was in wisconsin still wishing about coming to new york, he always heard of the village on television shows and movies and dreamed of going there. he wanted to see the hustle bustle of the village and as he left his apartment on that tuesday night he was ready to tear up the town.
connor knew the weather in new york could be harsh and windy and being the pansy he was, he braced himself for the weather by wearing his leather jacket. the jacket had been with him for years and wearing it on this particular night was also an omen of good luck and virtue. he grabbed his blackberry which went with him everywhere and combed his hair into submission with his fingers. he was ready to hit the town. connor went down and out of his apartment on the upper east to catch the attention of a yellow cab. his doorman offered to do it for him. connor assertively turned down this offer as he smiled to the elderly, overweight male. he was going to get the entire new york experience whether he liked it or not. catching the cab was harder than expected but when he finally grabbed a cab, the stench nearly made him want to watch. begrudgingly, connor sat in the back of the cab on a long cab ride to greenwich village. in all actuality, the village wasn't far but the traffic made the distance feel like ages, so did anticipation.
when connor set foot in the village, he felt as if he could cross one more thing off of his bucket life. the hustle and bustle was there. the people were moving. the lights could be seen and there were several bars within the eye's sight. connor crossed his arms across his chest and placed a smirk on his face. he was teeming with happiness as he stood with disbelieve as to where he was. for years it had been his dream to be a radio dj in new york, far far way from wisconsin, the cheese state, and he had achieved his dreams. if only those who mocked him could see him now, if only mara his successful stuck-up bitch of a sister could see him now.
the distance noise of a guitar caused connor to cock his head to see a struggle musician trying to earn tips. his guitar case was out for those to pay him and connor couldn't help by smile. it seemed typical. new york seemed to be all it was cracked up to be. quickly, connor walked over to the musician and watched as he sang a much more sultry version of jeff buckley's hallelujah. connor pulled out his brown wallet and found a five dollar bill. he threw the bill down into the guitar case. the musician tipped his hat to connor who couldn't help but smile. the young man was in love with new york already.
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Post by SILVER ISOLDE REED on Jan 16, 2010 19:10:33 GMT -5
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Had it been a childish move? Most probably if she were honest. Had it been satisfying? God yes. The blonde was unable to contain the tugging of a smile on her lips as she sat in the cab, touching lightly at the screen of her iiPhone with a particular flourish to end a phone call that she really didn’t want to lose. With a hint of spontaneity, Silver edged forwards in her seat, only to give the driver a change of direction before sinking back into the cabs seat looking very pleased with her as the cabbie steered away from the Upper East Side. It had been last minute, god she’d nearly left it too late, but finally, after many white lies, coughing feebly down the phone had done wonders. It wasn’t that Silver disliked her mother; it was more the idea of ever spending time with that man who tried to be her father. She had a dad, thank you very much. Besides, she didn’t want to be cooped in some townhouse; she wanted to be doing something, anything! And by now probably on the verge of being thrown out of the yellow taxi, Silver called to be taken to the village. She offered a charming smile at the grunt of disapproval, which could only work in her favour. Because, really, she was adorable. And shouldn’t a person always utilise their best assets in order to succeed? So Silver might have been majoring in literature, but some business savvy was there. Oh who was she kidding?
Her fingertips brushed lightly over the touch sensitive screen of her phone, expression screwing into a frown at the replies that filled her inbox, ones that were not at all what the young woman had been expecting. Damn all these students with the inability to complete work before the deadline! Even Damien was busy, but then Silver guessed he was busy not with work, but more likely with chasing tail. As if he’d miss that chance to spend time with someone who was so not going to put out. With a light sigh Silver tossed the phone back into her bag, as the cab came to a stop reaching for her purse and passing some notes to the driver with a smile of thanks. Exiting, she steadied herself on the pavement, looking at the bright lights of the village with eyes that had seen it all before. She’d been here for years now, rarely did things ever become exciting, especially on your own. But t was either this or… well, Silver acknowledged that really her grand total for plans reached a pathetic zero.
Chewing her bottom lip and tossing her bag onto her shoulder, she walked without any clue what she was going to do. The village wasn’t new to her; she knew it like the back of her hand. A mild sense of excitement came over her with that, the fact she knew what she could do. Maybe take a bite at Joe’s, shop in a boutique or even hit a bar. Sure, she was alone, but that didn’t mean she had to wander the streets, right? Besides, Silver thought with some resolution, it was wither this or go either to her mothers or to the NYU dorms, where she was certain someone would try and rope her into smoking weed or something. Her dorm area was like that, lower down on the scale of acceptance. The thought made her cringle, and in turn her stomach seemed to miraculously pine for food, her wallet seemed to itch with the need to spend and her hair pined to be let down. Oh the decisions in life that a nineteen year old should have to face.
She would have wandered if not for the strumming of a guitar that had her observing from the wings, slightly out of sight. The song was familiar; Silver embarrassingly acknowledged some reality star from her own country had slaughtered it. For a while it was the sheer magnetism of the mans voice that had Silver observing, but soon it was someone drawn into that voice. He must have been older than her, not by a lot, maybe a few years. And was dark haired, with a smile that looked like someone just blessed with brand new eyes. Stepping forward she looked down into the guitar case, choosing to match the five dollars. “So, who’s the lucky girl?” Silver turned to the dark haired man with a sly grin. “There’s only one thing that gives a glow like that,” she directed to his face, which glowed among the more ordinary expressions of those around them, “and that’s love.”
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Post by connor on Jan 18, 2010 14:49:46 GMT -5
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • the gaze of connor laveau was placed firmly on the guitarist who had been moving his fingertips from d chord to g and back to a as the musician sang the words to the song. he was mezmerized so greatly by the musician that he hadn't noticed when a gorgeous young blonde had walked up beside him. it wasn't until the young woman began to speak to connor that he was pulled out of his daze. he hesistantly turned his attention to the young woman and was surprised by her beauty as well as her statement. the young lady asked “so, who's the lucky girl? there's only one thing that gives a glow like that, and that's love.” the sly grin that had been on connor's face turned into a soft smile as he thought of his new found love for the big city.
coming from the land of beer and cheese, the big apple, new york, was like going to a whole new world. it was one small step for mankind, and one huge leap for connor. everything about the city seemed to be just as he had expected if not better. since connor was a child, he wanted to go to a big city, be famous, and have it all. it had seemed that moving to new york and taking a job at his radio station was the first step in his master plan. connor laughed as he tried to wonder how to describe to the young woman that he had no lucky girl that he was simply in love with the hustle bustle of th ebig city. “the only lady i'm in love with is lady liberty. this city is my love.” connor looked around at the village and the people around him. he took in a deep breathe of the air and then looked to the young woman who was probably thinking he was pretty damn silly at this point. “i'm new to the city. fresh in from wisconsin,” he admitted, rubbing his hands together to generate some warmth. connor brought his hands up to his mouth and blew his breathe onto them.
connor smiled as the muscian transitioned his song from hallelujah to i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie. his gaze once again fell upon the musician who seemed oblivious to his audience who were conversing. connor brought one of his hands down to around waist height and held it out for the young lady to take. “i'm connor, connor laveau.” he stated, hoping the young woman would responsed with her own name. connor couldn't help but noticed how gorgeous the young lady he was. it seemed that new york girls were much much different than the girls in madison and it was a good thing. the move from wisconsin should have happened much earlier.
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Post by SILVER ISOLDE REED on Jan 19, 2010 10:02:04 GMT -5
and every breathe we
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With that soft smile, Silver took the moment to label the man as being decidedly sweet, though of course that was just the shallowness of his appearance. She didn’t know him; he was a stranger in a big, shiny new town, which, realistically, made her the veteran out of the two, even if she was likely to be younger. The blonde wondered if the man was actually real, the way in which he professed his love for ‘Lady Liberty’ made Silver expect some director to shout ‘cut’, as though this whole ordeal was part of some latest movie in production. But he didn’t have to say anymore when he made it clear he’d just moved. A few years back Silver had been in the same situation herself. No matter how close London and New York would appear to be, everything here was grander, busier and had the overall air of being everything you could ever desire. It was just a pity that in all things, appearances were troublingly deceptive.
Almost sad to hear the tender notes of a new Jeff Buckley merge into a new tale to tell, Silver looked to the musician as he changed. She wondered if this man before her had a story quite like the musicians. New York either made dreams or shattered them, especially if you had nothing to your name. For those without the luxury of finery and wealth the challenge was to stay afloat. Those who could afford to down Martinis for breakfast fought for recognition amongst their peers. There was never an in-between. Only rare instances where heirs and heiresses sought to make a name for themselves in the working world. Where did Connor fit? Perhaps she’d find out. Sliding her bag up to her shoulder for steadiness before taking his hand, Silver shook it politely, perhaps lingering for a few moments longer than a formal greeting should have. But then who cared for formality, especially on a street? “Silver Reed,” she offered her name in return, cocking her head to the side as she studied him.
“Fresh meat huh?” A look that would have seemed fitting on a lioness crept upon otherwise delicate features, giving her a predatory glint. “Question is, can you hack it in this concrete jungle?” It wasn’t a question that demanded an answer, more so a teasing statement that could be left entirely without response. If he had one thing to learn about Miss Reed, it was that she could make even the most unpredicted action seem entirely effortless and as though it were meant to be. As she snaked her arm around his in a light hold, nothing seemed out of place, only fuelled by her lack of any hesitation in the action. “Screw any of your plans for this evening Connor. We’re going for drinks. I’m afraid I just won’t be satisfied you can cope here until we do.” It must have been a lot of confidence, the fact she hadn’t even politely asked, but then Silver needed this, she wouldn’t lower herself enough to actually say she would appreciate the company, but she would. It was either drinks with a stranger, well she knew his name and origins at least, or go to Joe’s and order an individual pizza firmly declaring she was utterly alone. It was a debate easily settled, she hadn’t linked her arm around a slice of pizza, and so her answer to herself was quite clear.
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