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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 11, 2010 23:11:22 GMT -5
Lyric didn't bother hiding the signs that he was here. No one had ever come into the shop, so why would they start now? Besides, anyone who might have cared where he was thought he was still in rehab. Not like he deluded himself into thinking anyone cared, though. They'd dressed him up for visitors once, and after an hour he'd been sent back to the lounge to watch the other freaks from a distance, Shadow at his side.
He had everything he needed. He hadn't had his wand or even shoes, though he had a pair now, a brand new pair of Doc Martens. His hair was down, he didn't have any makeup, but he couldn't have cared less. He was free. He was free, and the breeze coming in from the half-open door felt so good.
So good.
He'd be on his feet in no time. He'd do this, he'd get the distracting want for it out of his system, and he'd be back to normal. Then he could disappear into London. It was just a moment of transition.
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Ocean Abbott
Hufflepuff 
6th year
I've got moves, you've got shoes; Let's go dancing
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Post by Ocean Abbott on Apr 13, 2010 13:21:35 GMT -5
A few days at Hogwarts had convinced Ocean of one thing. He needed out. Out of Hogwarts. Into a city. A town. Something with noise. City noises simply did not exist here. London was his first choice. Unfortunate that ballet had not started for him yet. Instead he'd walked out the gates. To Hogsmeade. It was as quaint as he imagined. Small. Not much to it.
What surprised him was camera store. In a small town? Ocean didn't really care why. It was here. So was he. Maybe he would get a camera. Then he could send photos home. His friends had died when he said he was leaving. Now he could show them how. Amazing the middle of nowhere was.
He walked into the open door and glance around.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 13, 2010 14:14:05 GMT -5
Lyric was swearing violently, if quietly, when he felt the breeze from the door grow. He looked up from the things he had out, thankfully hidden behind the counter, and his pale face was lined with confusion and more than a little guilt. Deep brown eyes hovered on the boy in the doorway and he waited expectantly, partly for the guy to say something, and partly for the physical reaction he'd been expecting.
The shop didn't actually sell cameras. It sold services that he'd never actually gotten around to. There were large prints on the wall, photographs he'd taken of various places and a portrait of a pale, dark-haired woman with shining chocolate eyes, though it was out of immediate view of the counter, where he stood. He'd intended to be a photographer before everything had happened, and right now, he was wondering who in their right mind would actually pay for someone to take pictures for them.
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Ocean Abbott
Hufflepuff
6th year
I've got moves, you've got shoes; Let's go dancing
Posts: 100
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Post by Ocean Abbott on Apr 13, 2010 14:52:14 GMT -5
Ocean's eyes caught on the boy behind the counter. A smile widening across his face. "I thought no one was here. For a second." He looked around the room. "I was hoping to buy a camera. But I guess this isn't a store that sells those." He gestured to the works on the wall. "It's really nice work though." He had a couple friends in art back home. He knew enough to identify talent.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 13, 2010 20:06:04 GMT -5
"Thanks," Lyric said, annoyed rather than flattered. It had been another Lyric who'd taken those pictures, another Lyric who'd set up the shop and sat back and smiled waiting for customers to come in. He'd been through a hell of a lot since then and lost all interest in it. Now, it was a building he'd paid for and a place to hide out. Unless he forgot to shut the door. "I don't sell cameras. Bye," he said.
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Ocean Abbott
Hufflepuff
6th year
I've got moves, you've got shoes; Let's go dancing
Posts: 100
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Post by Ocean Abbott on Apr 13, 2010 20:23:34 GMT -5
Ocean shrugged. "The camera was just an afterthought. When I saw the store I thought I might buy one." If they didn't they didn't. "I'm new here. My name is Ocean." Maybe if he initiated then the other boy might back down. "Just transferred from Virginia." This kid sounded American. For the two or three words he'd said. Was the whole school American?
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 13, 2010 20:32:20 GMT -5
"Should I care?" Lyric asked, his dark brows drawing together in the moments before he narrowed his eyes. "Go back to Virginia, this place is hell on earth." Why wasn't it working?! He'd taken it long ago and there wasn't anything! He glanced back down at the things on the counter, then grabbed them and started moving them out of sight. It wasn't like he had much, he'd only wanted to do it once for now, but he didn't feel like getting caught again just yet.
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Ocean Abbott
Hufflepuff
6th year
I've got moves, you've got shoes; Let's go dancing
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Post by Ocean Abbott on Apr 13, 2010 21:11:28 GMT -5
Ocean saw the things briefly. He'd seen them in clubs before. Note to self they said. Don't get involved. Still the guy looked like he was miserable. "I don't have a choice. You know opportunities and all. Although. I get the impression London is alright." London. Clubs. Bars. And boys.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 13, 2010 21:25:31 GMT -5
"If there's a place worse than hell, it's London," Lyric said. And yet he intended to disappear into London as soon as he could get his connections together again. Not because it was any fun, but because he needed to. It was the only way he could be himself, the only thing that was satisfying in a life where the only actual friend he'd ever made had left the second things got hard and decided they'd never actually been anything to begin with.
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Ocean Abbott
Hufflepuff
6th year
I've got moves, you've got shoes; Let's go dancing
Posts: 100
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Post by Ocean Abbott on Apr 13, 2010 21:52:27 GMT -5
"Well if you manage to make it past hell it must be paradise. Right?" He'd heard London was seedy. But it was the city. "Besides. There's nothing here. There has to be more in London." Why did it feel like God was telling him to reach out to this other kid. "Besides. You can't get your clothes here. They look way to hip for here." He sent a silent sorry to Markise. He was just trying to get him to talk.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 13, 2010 22:43:03 GMT -5
Lyric smirked, but in his current mood it came out more of a sneer. "All London's got is a one-way trip to rehab. It's a f~ing joke, I'm from New York City, I hate this place." He hated it. He'd been better off at PONY with people who let him tag along instead of expecting him to be some f~ing saint. When had he ever pretended to be worth something?
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Ocean Abbott
Hufflepuff
6th year
I've got moves, you've got shoes; Let's go dancing
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Post by Ocean Abbott on Apr 13, 2010 23:10:21 GMT -5
"It's not my business about that." Ocean had noticed the bottles. "But New York is amazing. It's like every corner holds a new treasure. A new paradise. I went to visit on a trip once. China Town was interesting." But England was where he was now. "I'm not thrilled with being here either. Your parents send you? Mine did."
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 13, 2010 23:58:02 GMT -5
"There's no f~ing paradise in New York," Lyric argued. "There's tourist traps and cockroaches, that's it." The whole world was hell and he wasn't about to decide otherwise because someone had fun on vacation. "You want paradise it costs money." And he'd spent his on shoes and the goods he'd already used. Why wasn't it working?!
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Ocean Abbott
Hufflepuff
6th year
I've got moves, you've got shoes; Let's go dancing
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Post by Ocean Abbott on Apr 30, 2010 13:15:25 GMT -5
"Ever been to Broadway?" Ocean had been a few times. "Seemed like paradise to me." It wasn't hard to tell. The guy in front of him had issues. It just wasn't in Ocean to be less. Less than himself. Less happy. What was there in the world that was worth not being happy. You only got one life. Might as well make the best.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 30, 2010 22:57:00 GMT -5
Lyric sneered at the boy. He neither knew nor cared what in hell the kid was talking about, and he was tired of arguing. "I'm not selling anything, get out," he said. He couldn't deal with someone that annoyingly happy.
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