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Post by SYDNEY ADDISON LEROUX on Jan 8, 2012 0:38:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/70gysz.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Sydney was too frazzled to realize that she was a dime short of receiving the right change, instead she grabbed the cup of coffee that had been set down on the counter and hustled out of line. The dark circles under her eyes were quite noticeable, the lids weighed down with sleep. A late night studying had turned into early morning, and by the time she was finished, the girl had only managed to get a few hours of sleep. Pressing the snooze button on her alarm a few more times than she should have, Sydney was now running late -- which was very unusual for her.
The sophomore thrived on structure; the first thing that disrupted that and she became a disorganized mess. To keep up with homework and soccer and who knows what else, she stuck to a very strict routine. It worked well for her, for the most part at least. She was able to keep a handle on everything. However, there reached a point where even Syd had taken on too much, and being late was just the icing on the cake. Full fledged frantic-mode had set in for the usually calm and collected girl. The last thing on her mind was paying attention to the people around her, she was more focused on waking up and getting to class. Trying to concentrate on five ideas at once, watching where she was going was unfortunately not her top priority. Perhaps it should have been.
Knocking shoulders with another person snapped the girl out of her thoughts. It also jostled the coffee precariously gripped in her hand and the book tucked under her arm. Both fell instantly, the cup's lid quickly popping open and the hot liquid splashing her. Great, there went her breakfast and three dollars for an over-priced cup of coffee. Her book landed in the drink that had pooled on the ground, pages soaking up the dark coffee the same way her shirt had done. Scrambling to pick up her things, Sydney felt her cheeks burn red with embarrassment. It was bad enough to run into someone, let alone to spill coffee all over them.
"I'm sorry," the girl said with a weak, apologetic smile. Of course, another thing to go wrong. Dealing with people had never been her strong point, and Syd wanted to get out of this situation as quickly and painlessly as possible. More accurately, she just wanted to crawl back to her room at this point and never leave the house. That wasn't a valid option, though. She never skipped class, and this was no exception, no matter how much she needed a break. In true Sydney fashion, she would pull it together and life would go on. It was a rough day already, and it had barely begun.
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Post by Florian Emilio la Fabro on Jan 11, 2012 9:23:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] you gotta roll with it, you gotta take your time, you gotta say what you say don't let anybody get in your way.
The Words: plenty The Outfit: a now not-so-white button down D:
The NotesHurray for random open thread posts!
Starbucks was not a place that Florian la Fabro often found himself. Since arriving in San Francisco it was rare for him to venture too far from campus. The furthest he’d been, and by far his most ‘exciting’ destination was China Town. After that it was the hospital, several times since he’d started dating a certain Kappa President. Then it was his doctor’s clinic, and physical therapist. Then there was the supermarket, which was but a few blocks from the university campus. Everything else that he’d needed was either brought to him by one person or another, or found around the school itself.
With Wynne or class constantly eating up his time, there hadn’t really been much of a chance for the Italian to go stir crazy, either. The Irishman was the main object of his free time…but homework, assignments and the odd lecture managed to weave their way into his weekly schedule of cooking and sexing and just being around the other man, too.
This day, however, Wynne was AWOL. Not that the president ever needed to apply for ‘leave’, as such, but it was strange for Flo not to have some idea where the man was. If Wynne was off seeing his son, he’d usually let him know. If there’d been a big night of partying, he would have received a call sometime in the afternoon, probably…or had an extremely drunk Mr Evans stumbling to his bed in the wee hours of the morning looking for sex. Then, of course, there was class…but Florian didn’t think that the other had any on just yet today. It was a mystery, but one he wasn’t too stressed about solving.
Much like a lost set of keys, the Irishman would turn up when he wanted to.
Meanwhile, for once, Florian decided to go out and about, to see the city that was his new home.
Alas, this worked better in theory than in practice.
Physically, the cripple had been having an okay day…but that was in the insulated warmth of his dorm. Out and about in the real world, it was still pretty damn cold, with a wind blustering away that cut right through his coat and shirt. Florian hadn’t even made it into the city proper before his leg started grumbling in that way it did. Things were particularly tight and painful – damn winter he’d thought, while hopping from the cab on one of San Fran’s main drags – by the time he’d reached his destination. Traipsing through the streets to find a nice little lesser-known café just wasn’t going to happen. Of course, that was when he saw the familiar green logo that promised a warm room and a hot beverage.
He hated to say yes to himself, especially because of his leg, but Florian knew he couldn’t say no.
Again the man cursed the weather as he headed into the store. The blast of controlled climate wasn’t entirely welcome from the rest of him, but his quadriceps seemed to twitch in anticipation of some relief.
Things could only go well for so long, however, before the next hitch of the day occurred.
Florian hadn’t been standing anywhere particularly in the way – simply milling around the way that most people do in one of these coffee shops – when ~SPLASH things grew rather wet. Well, perhaps that was a little over dramatic, it was more a series of splishes, but the end result was still the same. A wet front. There was a bit of a burn, but Florian didn’t mind that. Most of the heat leeched out into the hungry air in a matter of moments, or was diluted as the stain spread hungrily through the fibres of his shirt and jacket. Not expecting the impact from another person, the cripple had stumbled back a step or two, but he managed to save himself before landing on his arse. In spite of the situation a triumphant little grin twitched the corners of his mouth upwards for a moment.
Ha, take THAT crippley-ness.
“No, no,” he started, talking mostly on autopilot. He’d heard the ‘s’ word, so naturally his first instinct was to turn the situation around. He didn’t really care about the coffee on his front. Florian hadn’t paid for the clothes, and he wouldn’t be paying the dry cleaning bill, so what did it matter?
“I was standing in the way like a knob.”
He hadn’t even been looking, wrapped up in himself, his leg, and what horrendously gay beverage he wanted to order (simply because he could). Now, though, he looked at the girl. Once she might have caught his interest, been a potential for his own personal University plan, but all thoughts like that had been quite derailed. Instead he just saw that she looked rather frazzled and altogether uncomfortable. Not his problem, but he did feel a little bad. The fact that her poor book was marinading in coffee at their feet didn’t help either.
As thought it would do something to help, the Kappa pledge wiped at his dripping front, only succeeding in gaining a hand dripping with coffee.
“Besides, you’re the one that lost your coffee. Let me get you another.”
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Post by SYDNEY ADDISON LEROUX on Jan 14, 2012 17:09:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/70gysz.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Wiping furiously at the front of her shirt, Sydney sputtered out another apology. This whole incident just put her over the edge. A little frustrated and unorganized before, now was even worse. Crying over spilled milk - er, coffee - was not something she normally did. The girl held it together and didn't let much phase her, but this was the last straw. The straw that broke the camel's back, to be precise. Man, she was just full of sayings today. The accumulation of everything was enough to drive anyone insane, though. Classes had ended up being a lot more difficult than last year, coach was putting more pressure on her than ever, and one mistake with her parents and they were laying on the guilt trip. Not to mention everything with the Alphas. Sydney was barely finding the money to pay her dues to the sorority, and she knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out she wasn't quite as well off as she had alluded to.
Overwhelmed and more angry with herself than anything, Sydney let out a sigh. Taking a few deep breaths would probably be the best option, she didn't want to totally lash out at a random stranger who had done nothing but be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her temper sometimes got the best of her, but she was trying hard to control it. Huffing again, she crossed her arms and counted to five in her mind. Bottling up emotion was what she was best at, even though it would have been quite easy to spill her life story or woe onto someone she barely knew.
"I'm the knob who wasn't watching," Sydney replied to the man, her lips turning up just slightly. At least he wasn't mad, having someone be livid was the last thing she needed. Or maybe he was upset and was just good at hiding it. The sophomore hoped it wasn't the latter, but she wouldn't blame him if he was. If someone did that to her she probably would have lost it, but then again she was hanging onto her sanity just by a thread anyways. She was always the collected and calculating one, it was very rarely that she let herself get this way. It was not a good feeling.
"No, no, it's fine," she insisted, a little more convinced that he wasn't angry with her for the mishap. It was an honest mistake, though she'd have to look a bit more carefully next time. Gingerly bending over, she picked up her book and shook it, a few drips falling to the ground. One of the employees glared at her for making the mess, but it wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last that someone spilled something. "I think I'll pass entirely on the coffee. I really don't like the taste of it anyways, and Dawn says I shouldn't have so much caffeine anyways, but it's the only that gets me awake especially when I have early practice or a lot of studying to do or something," Sydney rambled, finally pausing to breath after she had uttered the last word.
"And... I'm ranting." She averted her eyes, embarrassed about letting so much slip. Getting a little bit off of her chest seemed to make her calm down a bit, though the poor guy didn't need to hear any of all that, and probably didn't care anyways. Syd wondered if she'd seen him around before on campus, but couldn't quite tell. She didn't pay all that much attention to most of the students at LCU, only the ones that affected her. Socializing wasn't exactly her forte.
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