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Post by bree on Aug 9, 2011 21:24:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #050F1A;,true][cs=2] YOU CAN'T PLAY ON BROKEN STRINGS. YOU CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING THAT YOUR HEART DON'T WANT TO FEEL. I CAN'T TELL YOU SOMETHING THAT AIN'T REAL. THE
TRUTH HURTS AND LIES - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - worse | | [atrb=width,240] the familiar scent of donuts and coffee was the first thing that ran into harlow's nostrils as she entered timmies. staring around the place, she wondered if there was ever a chance that it would ever not be busy and then laughed slightly, the possibility being slim. living in canada her whole life, she was sure if she did not go to tim hortons at least once a week, she would have withdrawal symptoms. there was something addictive that they put in their iced capps, or so she assumed. it was probably the main reason she had begged cosmo to meet her at timmies, knowing it was time for another iced capp to hit her system. yet, although the atmosphere was familiar and felt like home, a part of harlow found it weird to be coming with someone other than apollo. she was a traditions girl and it had been her brother's and her tradition to come meet up at timmies, to catch up with each others busy lives. it was now time to start a tradition with cosmo.
taking another glance around the place, harlow was not surprised to not see cosom, realizing she was early. however, it leaved time for her to get her order and find her favourite spot in the back of the place right by the window. making her way to the counter, her heart broke out into that tim horton's rush. before the cashier could even ask what she wanted, harlow was already ordering. "hello, i'd like a small iced capp, made with half white milk and half cream." she paused for a second, waiting for the familiar, "would you like anything else?" before continuing. "yes, i would also like a cherry cheese danish." she finished, already growing inpatient. coming up to around five dollars, she was glad tim hortons was always decently priced. handing the money over and minutes later, grabbing her order, harlow found her favourite spoke and took a seat.
slowly sipping on her iced capp, she had a specific way of downing the drink. she would always drink out all the liquid first, leaving only the slushy icey part for munching after ward. thanks to her mother, she was a full-time ice eater, something that was definitely genetic in the girl side of the family. then came the right way of eating her cherry cheese danish. ready to open the dessert, she held herself back, knowing she should wait for cosmo to come first.
harlow was extremely relieved that she had found a friend in cosmo, and even more happy that they both were on their first year of teaching. she knew from her times of being a student teacher that it was always awkward being the new person, or rather, professor. therefore, finding cosmo seemed like a gift from heaven, or at least, life being kind. noticing the door open out of the corner of her eyes, harlow looked up, anticipation coursing through her body at the possibility that it might be cosmo. the only thing she wondered, was she too casually dressed for coffee and treats? | [atrb=width,140]words ,five one eight. tagged ,mister cosmo. clothes ,feeling chilled.notes ,first posts always suck. | | [cs=2] |
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Post by show on Aug 10, 2011 12:12:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] i've been nailed by you The man pulled the white covers off his body, peeling them was a more accurate description though. It was almost as if the bedding didn't want him to get up. It clung to him, pooling at his feet, that dangled off the side of the queen-sized bed. He didn't feel he needed any bigger size. It wasn't like he was all that big to begin with, it wasn't like he made that much money either. It would have just been a waste for the late-twenty year old man who rarely shared his bed with anyone other than his stuffed panda bear, Bamboo, that'd he had had since he was barely a year old, and the occasional (very rare occasional) woman to satiate his need. More often times than not, Cosmo woke to find his arm slung around nothing but a pillow beside him, or tangled in a mess of sheets. But what he would give to wake up to that one person that he knew he'd be able to wake up the same way to every single day of the rest of his life. It had been a while since he was turning on music, the television, the radio on his alarm clock (which he always seemed to wake up twenty minutes before it went off) just so that he'd be able to bear the silence in his home that he used to be so afraid of. The vibrant decorations in his home spoke volumes to him, just barely filling the large space. Even now, though, he still turned on the television when he ate, curled up on his couch, sometimes watching the news, but other times hardly even listening to it as he read articles in the newspaper and magazines. Or even when he was taking his routine morning shower, blasting music from his iPod at the loudest it could go on its speaker. Sometimes even singing when he felt like it, as he kneaded the shampoo into his skull: anything to block the empty sounds that the shower left, because when the water dropped down onto the hard surface, an echo of silence came after the wet smack. And sometimes, that echo was replaced with the sounds of his own tears hitting the floor of the shower, the water and his salty tears battling each other for noise until it became too hard to tell which was which, and they blurred together. He hadn't done that in a while though, cry in the shower (or rather, anywhere for that matter). He'd just started teaching; it was a likable job once you got past the whole "some students hate you" (which Cosmo didn't really have or care much for, to be honest) or the fear that some students weren't going to like you (which, to admit, he'd only had for the first half day of school, then it hadn't been so bad). He liked kids and he liked teaching music, or rather teaching music with the occasional dance lesson thrown in there (because, it had just been too easy for him to slide into the role of another teacher of one of his passions, and go off into a waltz or whatever). Why shouldn't he be having that happiness in his life? Cosmo had already made his little student friends and his teacher friends. Actually, that's where he was off to at the moment. A bit of morning coffee, eh? Though Cosmo hadn't ever really liked coffee (because his precious pearly whites didn't need to be getting stained), he liked the smell. It was a seducing smell like no other, he doubted whether he'd be able to resist the temptation to get a cup once he arrived at Tim Hortons. But maybe his dying, passionate love for doughnuts would override that tantalization. After applying an insane amount (more like two million tons) of hairspray to his hair, the fumes not even bothering him, he was ready. Or so he thought, after another examination in the mirror, he smoothed his hair down a bit more and over to the side, the other brown hair behind his ear, allowing the two ear studs sparkle in the light of his bathroom: how it always was. Cosmo arrived at the shop in his pepsi can outfit, with his sleek red sneakers, silver-gray jeans, and nearly matching blue top and jacket. Once he opened the door, the sweet aroma nearly killed him. Oh yes, he so totally wanted to devour every single delicious thing in this place. The only thing stopping him? The fact that he'd probably combust if he did that, all the water power from him element squishing out his pores instead of fire, and the small line in front of him. Which was perfect, in almost every sort of way. It gave him time to scan through the people in the room and find Harlow (he gave her a wave), and even more time to search the menu. It was so foreign to him, and nothing like the list of items on his mother's menu in her shop that he had memorized. Cosmo had only been in here a few times, but that had been when he was doing sit-ins at the college and studying way hard. He opted for asking for a glass of milk, or whatever. But when it came time to order, he rattled off, perfectly, the honey and chocolate glazed doughnuts he wanted and blurted out, with such ease and confidence that you couldn't tell he'd been thinking so much about it, a name of a coffee he saw on the list. It didn't matter if it didn't taste good, and he'd probably just wasted a few bucks for coffee. The fact that it looked good with the cream on top was good enough. Even though, it probably tasted more bitter than the scent and look of it. His dark brown eyes glanced over it as he sat on the table across from Harlow, and later took his seat. Cosmo gave her a big grin. "Hey! Hope I didn't keep you waiting. How are you?" He asked, maybe talking a bit fast. Exactly after he finished his question, the honey doughnut was already in his mouth, a decent sized bite taken out of it. i dunno why it's so depressed-seeming at the beginning o.o |
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Post by bree on Aug 10, 2011 22:48:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #050F1A;,true][cs=2] YOU CAN'T PLAY ON BROKEN STRINGS. YOU CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING THAT YOUR HEART DON'T WANT TO FEEL. I CAN'T TELL YOU SOMETHING THAT AIN'T REAL. THE
TRUTH HURTS AND LIES - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - worse | | [atrb=width,240] the more harlow waited, the more she found herself staring at her cherry cheese danish and thinking about sneaking a bite. it was hard to have such a delicious food sitting before her without taking at least a nibble. like giving a kid some candy and then telling them they can not touch it until their parents get home, which will not be for another hour. although, it was not nearly an hour before cosmo would come, in harlow's slightly impatient mind, it began to feel like it. all the more reason she was glad when the door had opened and taken her attention away. glancing and waiting to see who was entering, a smile crossed her face was cosmo came through the door. watching him look around, harlow could not help but let out a little giggle. it was always amusing watching those few moments of complete and utter loss while someone looked around for someone. however, the fun had disappeared when he noticed her and waved, harlow waving in return.
as cosmo ordered, harlow took the time to unwrap her cherry cheese danish and do her odd tradition. gazing at the danish, she pinpointed the area with the most cherries and cream cheese. picking it up and holding that area with her thumb, she began to take small bites around that single area. with cosmo sitting down, she placed the danish down as well, making sure to leave her favourite, pinpointed area facing her. with his question, she smiled, glad to not be sitting all lonely in the corner anymore. "good morning cosmo. no waiting worth worrying about." she first said, her voice warm and welcoming. "i am doing alright, besides the large amount of papers requiring my attention in my bag. yourself?" she explained and returned the question while glancing down at her black satchel that held her creative writing pieces.
in the moments where she waited for his answer, harlow began to do her process again of eating her cherry cheese danish. there was something all to beautiful aboout the treat and although morning, harlow was willing to risk the few extra pounds that might find her butt in the process. all good things in life came with a price, cherry cheese danishes being no exception. "binge eater." her mind teased harlow and she frowned momentarily. to a sense, the thought could be true, the cherry cheese danish being her signature food to crunch on for comfort, especially after her parents had died. everyone needed their ways of coping with things, and apparently harlow's way was drowning herself in things from tim hortons. "a wonderful way to deal with things, might i add." she thought to herself, content.
taking more nibbles, harlow decided to put the danish down and slowly drink from her iced capp while looking up at cosmo devour his donut. apparently she was not the only one who enjoyed timmies in the morning. with a smile, she pulled her lips from the iced capp straw. "enjoying the donut?" she asked, a laugh escaping her mouth after wards. | [atrb=width,140]words ,five one four. tagged ,mister cosmo. clothes ,feeling chilled.notes ,lmao, i felt really sad there for a moment. poor cosmo. | | [cs=2] |
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