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Post by Ridley Ryan on Feb 23, 2007 6:47:04 GMT 7
Coffee Bean, one of the best places to find coffee in all of New York. Ridley's favorite drink was the Extreme Ultimate Mocha Ice Blended. Quite a mouthful to say every time she entered the line at the coffee shop. But it was a small price to pay for the best coffee drink she'd ever had. Back in Pasadena, there hadn't been much for good coffee. Except the occasional dunkin' donuts that had popped up around town. They didn't have the specialty drinks that LA and other places had. There were exactly 7 Coffee Beans in L.A. She had counted when her acting gig had brought her there.
Stepping into the store in a pair of dark jeans with a light cream cami and a orange and white jacket over it. Her sunglasses were on top of her dark brown hair that was straightened with her bangs to the side. Normally she didn't go out to Coffee Bean in such a nice outfit but she had worn it to class and after class she was craving some coffee so of course she had to drive the hour and some that it took to get to New York. Sure it was cold outside but that never stopped her from getting ice coffee. Regular coffee was good but mostly she preferred the ice blended ones. With a smile, she stepped into line with her black Jimmy Choos on her feet and waited for the people in front of her to order.
"Hi, Can I have an extreme ultimate mocha ice blended please?" Ridley asked the cashier when it was her turn. After a few minutes the cashier had made her coffee and handed it to her. Placing the cash that she was paying for her coffee with in the cashier's hand, she grabbed her change and walked over to an empty table. Setting her coffee down, she grabbed a new fashion magazine out of her shoulder bag and placed it on the table getting ready to thumb through it. Fashion was her major, she always planned on being a fashion designer or even having a career in fashion. Her mother had always inspired her to be whatever she wanted to be. No pressure had been put on her to be the same thing as her mother. [/color] [/blockquote]
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 24, 2007 4:41:29 GMT 7
Depression. Normally, Roman would have only gotten two cups of coffee, but he'd been known to drink a hell of a lot more than that. Today was definitely one of those days, as he planned on getting at least three. "Yes sir, Ten it is then." The driver's words seemed to stick in his mind, causing him to feel a little run down and tired. Lacey's driver had come to pick up the puppy from Roman earlier this morning, to surprise Lacey once she got home from the business trip to Kentucky. He'd promised himself not to get attached to the animal, but couldn't help it. And this was the outcome, the fact that the puppy wasn't here anymore, and now he had to learn to live with it.
His mind traveled elsewhere, back to how much coffee he was going to drink. Three was a little much, and working on a caffeine high. Two was normal, and today wasn't a normal day. That left him with one or nothing... One it was then. His body was used to consuming immense amounts of the liquid, but he was always doing some sort of work. Back in Miami, it had been from four in the afternoon until six in the morning the next morning that he spent at the club. In that span he usually drank near five cups, unless someone offered to buy him a drink and he accepted. That happened often, because the bartender often gave them a couple free beers for their patronage. Coffee after whatever alcohol was disgusting, for he'd experienced it himself. Today he doubted that would happen, but was still set on just one cup. Yes, he was that pathetic.
Moving into the familiar building, he joined the people in line. Crossing his arms over his chest, he surveyed the menu. Of course it hadn't changed any, but he was deciding whether to try something new. Roman wasn't one for much change when it came to drinks or food, so he'd stick to the normal choice. Peering over the man in front of him, he shifted impatiently as a middle aged woman stuttered to the cashier. She obviously hadn't a clue of what to get, even though she'd probably been in line for the past seven minutes. He sighed lightly, shoulders slumping lazily.
"Uh, hi. Can I get a regular coffee?" Roman asked, watching the cashier nod, and fix up his order. "Only one?" The younger boy asked, clearly knowing that he ordered more than one on a regular occasion. "Yes sir," He replied mechanically, somewhat feeling odd at the ongoing habit to address anyone, including younger people so formally. It was one of those southern boy things. He even had the tendency of referring to female adults by their first name, but adding 'Miss' in front of it. Almost the same for males, but just using their last name. He laughed at himself sometimes for it, but it was instilled in him as a child, so it would be hard to break.
Roman quietly thanked the boy, paid him, and took his change. Eyes drifted around the area, trying to decide where to sit. Gaze fell upon a familiar face, proceeding toward her. He quickly recognized the magazine to be related to fashion, and smiled lightly. "Hey, you," He greeted, coming to a halt beside Ridley's table. His eyes washed over the magazine once more, but eventually drifted back to Ridley.
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Post by Ridley Ryan on Feb 24, 2007 5:58:06 GMT 7
Fashion magazines were always something that helped cheer her up. Looking through all the pretty outfits and especially the shoes she couldn't leave shoes out. Hopefully once she was out of college she would get an internship up in LA so she wouldn't be so far from her parents. Ridley was a daddy's girl and he didn't like that she was so far away. Though hopefully her boss there wouldn't be as mean as the one in the Devil Wears Prada. She had just finished reading that book, though Ridley never read unless it was a magazine, and the boss had made Andy's life pure hell when she didn't even like fashion. What really pushed her over the edge was Miranda telling Andy that she was just like her when she was her age. That sent Andy on a trip and made her realize she didn't need to be like Miranda Priestly, all she needed was to be herself.
Thank god that book was only fiction, Ridley wouldn't know how to deal with the fact that bosses from hell were actually out there in the world. Luckily her magazine wasn't Runway, but Vogue. Her favorite magazine had to be Seventeen even though it was meant for teenagers and she was 21. Flipping through, the brunette came across an interesting article. Titled "How to pair the right shoes with the right outfit." Now there was something she was interested in. Shoes were her favorite thing in the whole world besides coffee from coffee bean. Having never left a shoe store without an armful of bags, Ridley was like a shoe queen. The only store she didn't have shoes from was Payless, she was a rose bowl queen, there were standards to uphold.
Hearing a voice pulling her out of her reverie, she looked up and smiled at the sight in front of her. "Hey Gorgeous" Ridley replied with a slight smirk, her dimples showing. Addressing every boy that was friends with her and actually good looking with a "Hey Gorgeous" or "Hey sexy." Those were normal greetings for her but only with Roman did she mean them. Other times they were just used flirtatiously to make the boys feel good. "Have a seat" She ended pointing to the seat that was across from her but close enough to smell the cologne that he wore. Ridley loved boys cologne, the smell of them put her into a trance about boys that she could only get out of when someone talked to her.
[[sorry Krisss it sucks]] [/blockquote]
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 24, 2007 8:44:06 GMT 7
What a lot of people didn't know about Roman was his family life. To him, his family consisted of his mother Hallie, Lacey, and Lacey's mother. If you just so happened to ask him about his father, he'd say simply; "Don't have one, never will." It was sad, but it was entirely true. James had left shortly after Roman was born. Sure, James and Hallie were but sixteen going on seventeen, but that still wasn't an excuse to leave. Hallie struggled to get food on the table, let alone raising a kid. Roman hadn't met his grandparents until he was seven. They'd accepted him, and they'd accepted Lacey. The book he was currently writing was on his life, just replacing the names and making up something for a town. He never let anyone read it, and never let anyone get that close. Once you started reading, you knew Roman's inner most thoughts on the whole thing, and knew every little detail about some kid's messed up life.
Roman had learned a good deal about how to block everything out. Sometimes, James would come home, looking for Hallie or Roman. Roman wasn't any older than maybe five, but James would be completely wasted. Hallie would simply send him to to his room, and deal with James her own way. That way wasn't necessarily pretty, but it seemed to work. Roman would sit and read, or maybe even doodle. His drawings were extremely graphic, and looked so real, like the creatures he drew were actually living. Yet, sometimes he drew what was around him, it all depended on the mood he was in. As a teenager, he'd used special ink and created temporary tattoos. It was hard to twist your arm in a certain way, leave it there for a few hours and just draw. He'd gotten quite good at Henna, strange symbols, and cool pictures. Lately he'd been doing a lot of drawing, improving on what he used to be able to do.
Roman smiled, quietly admiring the cute dimples aside the corners of her lips. He glanced to the chair across from hers, nodding lightly. "Thanks," He said, settling himself in, placing the cup on the table. Still curious about the contents of the magazine he leaned forward, peering over at the pages. "Anything of interest?" Roman asked, tilting his head to get a better view. Suddenly realizing he might be invading something more personal, he returned to his normal position, heat creeping up his neck. "Sorry," He mumbled, grasping the coffee cup and busying himself with drinking.
{Mine sucks worse. XP}
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Post by Ridley Ryan on Feb 24, 2007 10:37:03 GMT 7
Family life, well there wasn't much to say about hers. Her mother was off on some business trip most of the time and usually her dad would go along with her. While she was in high school she had been left alone most of the time and her parents had no idea what she was doing. Most of the nights she was out partying but sometimes she actually held the party in her house. Though her parents came home once in awhile, they hardly ever noticed that a party had been held in their house just a few days before. Most of the time, she had gotten piss drunk and had someone who was kind enough to take care of her but alot of the times she passed out in random people's houses after a party.
Lucky for Ridley, her parents weren't as much as an alcoholic as she was. Well she wasn't really an alcoholic but she loved to drink and party. Most of the time when she was drunk boys would hit on her and it would make her feel good. Occasionally, if the boy was hot enough and she was drunk enough, she would end up making out with him, never anything more. Except that one time, she was drunker than usual after having a hard night with her parents and her best friend had just broken up with her hot boyfriend for the millionth time. They had just sat next to each other on the couch and ended up looking at each other and deciding that it wouldn't be bad if they hooked up. Except it was bad, he had ended up taping the whole thing and she hadn't remembered until the before-prom party that he threw and a friend put the video in the vcr thinking that it was a video of him playing basketball.
Her dimples were the thing that realed the boys in. They were the key to her whole personality. If she was smiling and her dimples weren't showing it meant that she was fake smiling. Usually when she smiled broadly her dimples would light up her face and make her that much more beautiful. So she had heard from a boy that she had actually gone on a real date with. Seeing him glance over at her magazine, she smiled lightly. "Well I don't think your all that interested in shoes but that's interesting to me so, shoes. " Ridley replied to his question with a smile. It wasn't a personal type article so she didn't see why he was embarrassed but it was kind of cute. "You don't need to be sorry gorgeous, it was just a silly article about shoes" She responded lightly with her hand placed lightly atop of his. [/blockquote]
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 24, 2007 11:10:10 GMT 7
Roman had always found a way to take his mind off of what was happening around him. No one ever seemed to care, if they did, they just didn't pay any attention. So out he'd go, walking through the woods of the backyard and to the pond. he'd spent one too many nights guy laying in the lush grass, watching the stars. Ninety-nine percent of the time he ended up asleep, and found himself on the bank of the pond. If he was ever so lucky, it would rain, and that was always fun walking back home in soaking wet clothes. Most of the time this was at night that he woke up, and then ended up sitting on the deck, waiting for who ever woke up first. If anyone even woke up. If they did, they just escaped the front door, so he was normally stuck outside for quite a while. Wet clothes weren't fun either.
Other than in his early teenage years, Roman didn't have much opportunity to throw parties. Most of his friends took advantage of the fact that he managed one of the hottest clubs in Miami, and begged him to get them in. Of course he had, but he never truly spent any time with them unless Jenn had said it was alright. Most of the time, it most definitely was. But on busy nights, he helped the bartenders with the bar, and chatted a little bit with them. The good thing about that job, was that they closed during the off days, which would be Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. He'd put off going to college because everything was perfect there, and had ended up going to college at twenty, instead of eighteen. It didn't bother him any, for he didn't have to bother his mother, or Lacey for money, he could pay his way through.
"Well, if it's interesting to you, it's interesting to me," He nodded lightly, allowing a small smirk to fade onto his lips. "Yeah, well, I tape more interesting things in my magazines," He shrugged, gulping down a laugh. He was completely serious, every bit of it. He smiled lightly, unable to fight the laugh any further. His fingers toyed with hers for a moment in a playful manner, just watching her. "Now, what's new in the life of Miss Ridley Ryan?"
{Mine's sucky... again.}
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Post by Ridley Ryan on Feb 25, 2007 2:44:24 GMT 7
Bobby was never around either, she was off at college when their parents weren't around. Sometimes when Rid was lonely she would decide to call Bobby at work but she was hardly ever off work long enough to talk. That was what had made her want to go drink, no one in her family would ever talk to her unless it was her dog Martini who died last year. He was the only one who would listen to her, a great companion, he was King Charles Cavalier which is one of the most loving dogs you could have. It was sad when he died but she ended up getting a cat and leaving it for Bobby to take care of so she could go visit it.
Going to night clubs was another fun thing that she liked to do. Dancing with all the boys that were attracted to her and getting alcohol free from hot bartenders. Though she hadn't been to many night clubs since Pasadena was smaller in size than L.A. which was where the hottest clubs actually were. You heard about all the celebrities going to Hyde and other clubs every night and still getting up for work in the morning. Luckily she didn't have a job just yet but she had other activities that were in the morning like Cheer.
Hearing him respond to her, she turned her head to him and smiled. He was so sweet no wonder she had a crush on him. "Thank You Ridley responded softly, her green eyes sparkling. Taking a sip of her mocha ice, she almost choked hearing his next statement. Her eyes widened in surprise as she lifted an eyebrow. "Like what?" Ridley questioned, half of her wanting to know what and the other half saying just forget it. Feeling his fingers playing with hers she smiled, it was almost an act that a boyfriend would do which made her feel special. With a light sigh, she responded "Ah nothing at all how about you Mr. Avery?" with a smile. [/blockquote]
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 25, 2007 3:18:53 GMT 7
Okay, so maybe life wasn't all that bad. If it did get a little sour, he had Kyle to talk to. Kyle had the same problem with his parents, beside the fact that the kid was five years younger than him. They always met at the pond, for their property line met down that way. Roman always took it upon himself to comfort the kid, and hang out with him. He always brought sandwiches, and overall junk food for the boy because he was so thin. Roman had gone through that too, by not eating they'd pay more attention to you. In their case, it didn't work too well. By now, Roman assumed that Kyle was off on his own, and glad for it. It was nice to escape life, and have other people to depend on friend wise.
Some of his favorite things were when they had NFL football games hosted back home. It was definitely the prime partying scene, and you were bound to see just about anyone there. From celebrities to normal fans, they all came. Though, you wouldn't want to get caught making trouble when they were around. Football games were a blast when you had someone to go with. The after parties were always fun, and filled with new people to meet, stocked with alcohol and a bunch of good-looking people. Now, tell me that doesn't sound like fun?
Roman smiled lightly at her 'Thank You', gaze catching the gentle sparkle in her eyes. A laugh escaped his lips as she chocked down the drink, shaking his head lightly. "Like funny drawings of stupid people," He replied, holding back another laugh. It was true though. Over a page with some remotely stupid article, he'd tape a piece of paper, and just draw. It was usually of people, making them cartoon like, and strange actions. "If the Librarian thought I was drawing something of her, I'm sure she'd kick me out..." He shrugged his shoulders, a half smile sliding onto his features. "Ah nothing at all how about you Mr. Avery?" His attention reverted back to her as she spoke again, nodding lightly before responding, "Likewise."
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Post by Ridley Ryan on Feb 25, 2007 8:41:31 GMT 7
Life wasn't all that bad at all. Being alone actually meant more freedom which meant no one to ground you and you could do whatever you want. Hell you could flunk out of school and no one would ever know, unless of course your parents actually got a letter or a phonecall from her school to wherever they are. But Ridley wasn't planning on flunking out of school, she wanted a good college education so she could become a major part of the fashion industry. She wanted her name to be known like everyone knew who Donnatella Versace and Coco Chanel were. Their companies were the most successful companies because everyone loved their merchandise, granted it was expensive but they still ranked in alot of dough.
Sports weren't exactly her thing but she did like cheering for them. Being captain of the cheer squad in High School for two years was a big accomplishment and she hoped to achieve it in College. Rid didn't know if they had a cheer squad, most likely they did and if they did, she wanted to be apart of it. Cheering wasn't just apart of her life in high school, it was her life. Being head cheerleader made her get invited to all the hot parties in school. It wasn't without her permission that a cheerleader threw a party, and if she did, every little detail had to be approved by her. Some called her the cheer Nazi but she was just obsessive compulsive sometimes.
Hearing his answer, she looked back up into his blue eyes. "Well I guess that's okay in boy magazines but ever do that to my magazines, you'll be dead" Ridley replied in all seriousness. She hated when people made fun of her fashion addiction. Maybe that was why she had bonded with Tutor girl so much in high school, they were kind of alike. Both subject to ridicules by classmates though TG as she would call her, was worse since she wasn't all that popular. Lightly laughing at his statement, she smiled once more once finished. "Well that's not good, you need to get out and party sometime" Ridley responded with a light laugh. She knew Roman wasn't a party animal but she could always teach him how to have fun instead of the whole brooding thing that he did. [/blockquote]
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 25, 2007 9:12:07 GMT 7
Strangely, Roman had always liked school, he even liked homework on occasion. He needed to be busy every moment of the day, which is why he always worked every goddamn minute of the day. Well, back home anyway. He had fun working, for his boss had always kept it interesting. Some nights it was keeping people entertained. For example, if some important person's kid decided to walk in and have a good time, he was responsible to keep he or she company. On most occasions they were girls, but he hadn't a problem with the guys, even though they tended to be cocky and rude. He tended to just go with what they wanted to do. If they wanted a drink, he'd get them a drink. If they wanted to dance, well, then they'd dance. If they wanted to go somewhere else... That was a whole different story. They'd had the Texan Senator's daughter in almost every month, for her father did business in the Miami area. It was quite interesting exactly how much they were into the clubbing scene.
Roman had always wanted to play professional basketball, but once he actually paid attention to all the players that were hurt, and had to go through knee surgery and stuff, he sort of slacked off on that dream. He was always a fan of a little street once in a while, but wasn't too into it after playing. You had about seventy bruises, and it could get pretty dangerous if you were playing with the wrong people. He'd made that mistake, and ended up getting stabbed for it. So, maybe they were playing a little too rough, but still. Before that, he'd broken his knuckle, which still isn't completely together. If you pay enough attention by way of feeling his fingers, it feels like your pressing in on some kind of hole. And even before that, he'd broken his nose. One of the guys had broken it back the other way, so you can barely see that it had been broken. Roman had definitely learned his lesson after those, and had quite playing that way, and just hanging with the team. Rules actually came in handy some times.
"Yeah, well, don't let me borrow one of your books either..." He paused, holding her gaze. "I have an awful habit of writing in the margins," He could never break that habit, no matter exactly how hard he tried. If he didn't write in anything, he'd eventually have to go back and write something. That's why when someone asked him if they could borrow a book of his, he went out and bought them another copy. Not that it bothered him much to do so, but it got annoying at times. "Hey, I get out plenty," He laughed, clearly knowing it wasn't true. "Fine, maybe not..."
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Post by Ridley Ryan on Feb 25, 2007 10:20:47 GMT 7
School, Ridley had never liked school but she endured it. She was finding out that College was so much different than high school and she actually liked it. In high school, she didn't really think that studying was going to help you get to College. Though being class president and head cheerleader with her DWNotI idea and more, that all helped her get through to a good college. That was why she had ended up at Rutherford. It was close to New York which was the fashion capital of the U.S. was a reason while the inevitable, letting her start over was the key.
Professional cheerleading was an option for her that she had explored in high school but she decided that fashion was her favorite thing and to stick with it. Fashion was a growing industry and as her father told her, people paid alot of money for clothes and that she would do a hell of a job designing her own. She had modeled before and even made her own clothes before but she had never actually sold her own before. Her friend had wanted her to make her own online sight but she had refused knowing that too much hassle and stress would come out of the making the "thousands of orders a day" she would get according to him.
Hmm. Writing in the margins is kind of sexy Ridley thought while a smirk played across her delicate features. She had never encountered someone who wrote in the margins but it was kind of weird. What could you possibly want to write about a book in the margins. Ridley didn't like to read but people who did read were quite sexy, exhibit A. Roman. Sexy She responded with a slight quirk of her eyebrow. Hearing him reply to her other statement, she put her hand that wasn't on Roman's up to her mouth and suppressed a laugh. "Yeah right Roman, your like the most serious person I know." The brunette responded with a short laugh. [/blockquote]
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Post by Roman Avery on Feb 25, 2007 10:47:12 GMT 7
Throughout junior high and high school he barely studied. He never actually had to, for he seemed to absorb it all in class, and took notes, but never actually looked them over. Now, Roman did study, knowing that it would probably help out in the long run. School had always been easy for him, and he didn't really have to worry about getting anything done, for it was robotic after a while. But in some other things, Roman wasn't so smart. He let his mind wander off, and seemed quite retarded when someone went to ask him a question and he didn't answer for like ten seconds.
Now, Roman had set himself on owning his own club, or clubs. Then writing on the side. It would be a change to actually have to worry about how much he was allotted to spend, and hiring people. Sure, it wasn't much different, but it would give him a chance to relax a bit more, have more time to himself. Managing had odd hours, while owners could come in whenever, really. It sounded good, at the moment anyway.
Roman did think his habit was odd and strange. He had a problem with trying to break it and then giving up trying and having to go back to the last hundred pages and write down his thoughts. Personally, he'd rather not share those thoughts with other people. Some of them could tend to be somewhat deep, or really really shallow. Other times, when people were around, he'd compare those people to characters in the book. God, help him. "Sexy, eh?" A brow was raised at her comment, though somewhat relieved she hadn't called him completely strange, revolting even. "Maybe I'll stop trying to break that habit..." He stated, smirking lightly. His attention was immediately caught as she held back a laugh. "Hey, I can be totally not serious... When I want to be," He replied defensively, though holding back his own laugh.
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