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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 7, 2007 3:47:34 GMT 7
Hey, so he had been off about the majors. It kind of made him happy, she would be unpredictable, and that was always good. "Art History and Design." He said, laying back on the windshield of his car again. "I'll probably end up teaching though." He couldn't really think of anything else he wanted to do.
"Of course, if my father had it his way, I'd be here for law and working for him by the time I was done." His father had talked about it all the time at the dinner table. How his boy wasn't going to work at an inner city school, he would be in a suit and tie every day working 9-5 in an office will wall-to-wall windows, just like his dad. "But of course, that's never going to happen." He laughed. "Journalism and History eh? What kind of history?"
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 7, 2007 5:39:16 GMT 7
Chance could definitely relate. Before her parents died, they had dreams of her being some type of rocket scientist. A little child prodigy who was gifted in all subjects, but science would definitely be her number one. Psh, please. Chance had always had dreams of being something greater. Plus, science was a little too...smart for her liking. Too much thinking. Too much analyzing. Too much logic. She preferred to let it flow and let everything happen the way it was meant to happen.
This was probably why she was so drawn to journalism. It was very, very spontaneous. Plus, she had the personality for it. She had a chance to be aggressive and unpredictable. History? Well, it was simply something that she always enjoyed and someone told her that most journalists double majored in both. So, there she was...a double major.
"As of right now," Chance began to speak. "I'm in General History. I haven't decided if I wanted Latin American history, American history, or European. Depends on where I want to go after I graduate," she said. "I'm working on being a investigative reporter."
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 8, 2007 8:17:33 GMT 7
He listened intently while she spoke, and he could certainly tell that she was Latin American, leaning about that history could be amazing for her. If he had come for history, he would have done something along the lines of the Renaissance era, and he had thought about it. But art was his passion, and there was no getting away from that for him. Nothing could beat coming home at night, blaring some ridiculous music and drawing up a storm.
“Ah, cool cool. I’m sure you’ll figure out what you want soon. American history can only be interesting for so long, then you only have European and Latin American to decide over.” He teased. He had taken American history in high school and it had bored him to tears. Well, closer to snores, but he didn’t like to admit that when it came to a teacher whacking him upside the head with a textbook. “Is this your first year here? Or will you be terribly embarrassed to find out that I’m a freshman?” He asked with a laugh. He knew that kind of thing wasn’t so important here as it was in high school, and even then he had hung out with kids a year younger than him sometimes.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 8, 2007 8:58:41 GMT 7
Chance smiled. "I wouldn't be ashamed to hang out with someone younger than me," she said and she meant it. Back when she was in high school she was known for hanging out with the older kids, but the way she saw it was simple. They hung out with me, I can take in someone younger than me. It'll be the same....well, as long as he isn't immature. And Shane didn't seem to be, so she wasn't that concerned.
"Actually, would it be hard to believe that I'm a freshman too?" she asked. Yes, Chance was technically a freshman. She flunked somewhere back in high school when she failed two of her courses. Yeah, her partying got a little bit too out of hand.
"Hey, do you drink?" she asked randomly, turning to look at him.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 9, 2007 5:01:12 GMT 7
"Actually, it would be a surprise, but I can't say I'm dissapointed." He laughed, shoving his hands in the front pocket of his enormous hoodie. He hadn't had a problem hanging out with kids younger than him either. He had kind of 'gotten cool' when he was in the eleventh grade and started hanging out with the graduating class. It was just how things worked around there. It seemed that the more friends you have and the older they are, the cooler you become. Ah well. The endless partying had never effected his grades. Well, not enough to hurt him in the long run.
"Why yes I do." He replied to her question. He didn't think it was that odd a question- you needed to know who to party with around here if you were going to have any fun. "Not like a fish, but I can hold my own." He laughed, twiddling his thumbs. "How bout you?" Ten bucks said yes.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 9, 2007 5:47:09 GMT 7
((OOC-Sorry, but I thought that was a hilarious line. "Ten bucks says yes"...hahaha))
Chance laughed and nodded. Of course she drank. Quite a lot actually. It didn't affect her the last year or two of high school, but it was definitely a part of her life. It was almost as if Chance drank when she needed to feel...liberated. Emancipated. Free.
"Yes, I drink," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I just haven't found a spot here yet. It's amazing how we're in New York, but I can't find a nightclub anywhere. Isn't that what this place is known for?"
She laid down on the hood of the car, the blanket still wrapped tightly around her body. She was warm now, and she had to admit that it felt good. She stared up at the stars in complete amazement. She hadn't even realized that it had gotten dark. But, now she could see a few specks of stars scattered across the sky. It was beautiful and one of her few vulnerable spots. The stars. Full of life. Full of possibilities. "You ever just stare at them?" she asked Shane, as if he could hear her thoughts.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 10, 2007 9:30:36 GMT 7
“Bahh- you’re just not looking hard enough.” He laughed, shaking a few of his ragged hairs out of his face. “I’m sure there are plenty of underground spots here to hit up.” He had never been one for the clubbing scene so much as the house parties. Those were the big ones at home for he and his friends. Not to say that he had never been clubbing before, he was just always much more comfortable in a place where it was acceptable to have taken ten seconds to get ready before you left.
He hadn’t even realized that it had gotten dark out. He had reached the school at four oclock, and she couldn’t have been here for four hours yet. He shrugged it off, time always seemed faster when everything was new and exciting. He looked up at the stars and nodded at her comment. “Sometimes. It’s always better on a beach.” That was where he had done all his star-gazing growing up. Nothing was affecting the stars on the beach- no city lights or disgusting city smog. It was just perfect, clean and crisp.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 14, 2007 4:44:15 GMT 7
Chance nodded at his comment, her eyes intent on the stars. "I agree," she said, her voice low. "When I was a kid back in Santo Domingo, my father would take me and my brothers to the beach to star gaze." A soft smile crossed her face as she thought of the last time that they all went. She was only around 13, but the memory was still crisp. "The last time we went, we saw a shooting star. It was the most beautiful thing ever."
She closed her eyes as she remembered everything about that day. Her father had taken them to the beach in the middle of the day. Chance brought along her guitar and played songs while the other four in her family played volleyball. She never really understood why it all had to be taken away from her. Or why she always had to dwell on it.
Wait, she was dwelling. Again. Quickly, Chance's eyes shot open and she was looking at the stars again. They were still shining and glistening and Shane was still there. She turned to look at him, a nervous smile on her face. "Sorry. Sometimes I reminisce."
((OOC-Sorry that it took so long. I was at a serious writer's block for this scene))
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 16, 2007 22:15:24 GMT 7
After her sudden burst after her also sudden silence, Shane laughed and shook his head. "Not at all, I know what you mean." He said, looking back up to the stars. He could still remember his mom waking him up at midnight to take him out to the beach and watch the stars for hours upon end till the sun rose. She had been a bit of a hippie at heart, and it had rubbed off on him when it came to night time.
"Well I think you know what this means then." He said, hopping off the car and brushing off his pants, looking up to her with a grin on his face. "We need booze, and we need a beach. You up for it?" It may have been a risky request, but really- what could possibly go wrong? As long as they didn't go swimming they'd be just fine. Besides, boozing under the beach was the best part of life.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 16, 2007 23:17:34 GMT 7
Chance sat up and stared at him. "Are you serious?" she asked, watching him. Not that she wasn't up for beer and going to the beach. She hadn't been in a long time and drinking was one of her favorite pass times. It was her escape with most things in her life.
Realizing that Shane was, in fact, serious, Chance smiled. "Yeah," she said, her voice dripping with enthusiasm. She too jumped from the hood of the car and wrapped the blanket up. She handed it to him and pulled down her shirt a bit. "Beach sounds fun," she said. God, she could really have a swim. She hadn't done that in ages.
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Post by Shane Phillips on Mar 17, 2007 12:14:13 GMT 7
"Fuck yeah!" He exclaimed in responce to her question. It felt like it had been forever since he'd hung out with anyone out on the beach- let along with just one other person. He had no idea where the beach was here, but with his sense of direction he was pretty sure he could guess for himself. "Beer's on me though." He would insist on that. No way the lady was buying this evening. He grabbed the blanket sitting dormant on the roof of his car and threw it in the back seat again, peeping over the roof to look at her. "Climb in." The grin on his face split it in half. He hadn't been this genuinly excited in a very long time.
He opened his own door and climbed in, slamming the door shut and turning the key in the ignition. He waited until she was in and comfortable before handing her his CD collection. "Pick what you wish." He said, turning up the heat just a little bit. It got cold in here fast. He was interested to see what she would pick out of his CD case- he had pretty much every one of his favorite albums in there- anything from Nirvana to Guns and Roses. Everything rock he loved was contained in that little CD binder.
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Post by Chance Monroe on Mar 17, 2007 13:11:42 GMT 7
Chance grinned and grabbed the CD binder. She flipped through it quickly and excitedly. Man, he had quite a vast collection. The one that caught her eye the most was My Chemical Romance's latest CD. Clapping excitedly, she pulled it out and put it in the player.
The beat of "Welcome to the Black Parade" kicked in. Chance smiled at the music, the slow beginning getting her excited for the hook. As soon as it broke out, Chance closed her eyes and began to clap her hands, as her body moved to the beat. "I love this song!" she shouted excitedly over the music.
She laughed and looked over at Shane. "I'm guessing you do too. Of course, you have to. Unless it wouldn't be in your collection." She smiled and continued to dance. Suddenly, she felt hot. "Hey, do you mind if I roll down the window?"
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