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Post by indiatwo on Jun 19, 2010 7:45:40 GMT -5
 Sunlight streamed through the window, early morning sunlight peeking it way through the clouds that hung in the sky. The city was awaking, the sunlight making it glow in a ethreal kind of way that one would only see if they watched the sunrise; like many things in the world, another beautiful thing that was always unobserved. The curtains, parted slightly, threw a thin slice of light into the room. It was still dark, but there was one person awake. Ophelia Beaumont sat crossed-legged in the middle of her four-poster, still in her bed clothes, a simple teeshirt and long sweats. Her bronze hair, still mussed from sleep, was over one shoulder, her slim fingers tangling themselves in the ends. It was 8:21am, and it was highly unusual for Ophelia to be up early - she'd inherited her father's love for staying in bed - but she'd gone to bed early, about half nine, because she’d been out shopping all day and she’d been kinda exhausted. So better an early night than sleep deprived.
She sighed deeply, drumming her fingers slightly on the crimson bedcovers. She'd have to get up soon, she couldn't stay here forever and listen to the birds chirping outside her window. It was slowly but surely driving her crazy. She was a deep sleeper, so usually slept through it, but listening to it right now was getting beyond a joke. Ophelia eased herself slowly off her bed, wincing as her feet touched the cold wood, and set for the shower. She slammed the door, wincing as the banging reverberated through her head. She didn’t have a hangover, but she was always rough in the mornings. she stripped, and entered the steaming shower. She sighed. A shower always helped relax her, if she was stressed from studying, annoyed by a friend, or frustrated, no matter what, the combination of hot water, soothing smell of the shower gel and the feel of water running down her back never failed to soothe her. She washed her hair quickly with her favourite shampoo, making her hair smell like chocolate. She always smelt the shampoo and had to physically stop herself from eating it. She exited the shower a mere fifteen minutes after she entered.
Ophelia sat down at her dressing table, brushing her flyaway hair impatiently. She knew she had to get it dry now, because if it air-dried she resembled her mother - basically, a bushy-haired girl. She grabbed the hairdryer off the bed and fifteen minutes later her hair fell straight around her shoulders, and Ophelia sighed. Now she'd have to curl it to get the result she wanted. So she wound strands of hair around her curling tongs, watching in the mirror as it curled slowly. She was starting to look slightly more awake after her shower, but still had to rub bits of sleep caught in her blue eye out as she waited for the curls to set. Soon, they were done. She looked at the clock. 9:45am. She was hungry; the rumbling of her stomach confirmed that. She wandered through to the kitchen and opened the fridge, scouring for something to eat, but found nothing other than milk, butter, and an orange. She’d have to go shopping again, and she usually loved shopping, but she found shopping for food boring.
She slammed the fridge shut, now slightly pissed off. She was starving. Ophelia grabbed the milk, sniffed a little to see if it was still okay (it was) and made herself a glass of milk. She was running out of teabags as well. She sighed as she sipped and leaned against the counter. She looked at the clock that hung in the kitchen and it read 10am, and Ophelia had a thought; Starbucks. There was one on every corner in Miami, and there had to be one open at this time in the morning, didn’t there? She knew there was, because she worked in one. Some would think that working in a coffee shop would have made her sick of coffee, but it only gave Fee a new appreciation for the caffeinated substance. She smiled as she drained her milk, putting the dirty glass in the sink to wash later, and grabbed her car keys before heading out the door. She walked out her apartment building doors, a soft ‘hi’ to the doorman, lifting her head up to the sun as it beat down. Another sunny day. After spending all of her lifetime in mostly-rainy England, the fact that the sun was blazing every day was still a novelty to her even after three months in the sunshine state.
She clicked open her black Range Rover, clambering in and starting the ignition. It was unusual for many seventeen-year-olds to live in their own apartment in the most well-off part of Miami with their own Range Rover, but then again Ophelia was no ordinary girl. She came from one of the wealthiest families in England, and had fled to Miami after she had graduated high school for some well-deserved peace and quiet. But even though her parents hadn’t agreed with their daughter’s decision, they continued to support her in ways they could living on a different continent; money, which the Beaumont’s had plenty of. Not that Ophelia planned on telling anyone. That was her secret and she didn’t want anyone to know, because then fake friends took advantage of you. She knew of that only too well from her life in London. She’d met and knew many people who had taken advantage of her and it was one of the reasons she was in Miami.
She spotted a Starbucks a few meters away, and pulled into the parking lot. It was open and there was already a queue. She sighed. More coffee addicts getting their fix. But who was she to talk? She was here too, wasn’t she? She closed the door of her car and wandered over, opening the door to Starbucks. The queue was short but the smell of coffee was pungent in the air. She sniffed and smiled, she loved the smell of coffee. Even though she preferred tea usually, in the mornings she loved a cup of steaming coffee. She joined the queue, drumming her car key against her index finger as she waited patiently.
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Post by NINA CELESTE FERRARI on Jun 20, 2010 19:53:47 GMT -5
As the sunlight seeped through the window into Nina’s bedroom, the brunette let out a low groan as she rolled over from laying on her back, to her stomach, covering her eyes with her pillow, to keep the retched light from blinding her. She didn’t know what time it was, what day, or month right now. She was still a little drunk from last night, and wasn’t feeling too hot. Her head was pounding, and it felt like her eyelashes were on fire. Her throat was dry, and her insides burned slightly from throwing up outside of the McDonalds she had gone to last night. She felt like death, and couldn’t deal with the sunlight right now, but there was no way in hell the out of control twenty two year old could even get out of bed to close her curtains. ”Fuck my life” she mumbled and felt her stomach churn a little. Oh god, she bolted out of her bed and ran as fast as she could to the washroom, wearing the dress she had worn last night. She fell to knees in front of the toilet and had a repeat of last night. ”Never drinking again.” She told herself firmly, knowing it was a huge lie, and she’d be taking shots at work later. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were red, her makeup was smudged, and she had a small cut on her cheek. Fantastic, Nina thought as she turned to her shower and turned the hot water on, she reeked of vodka, and defiantly was going to have a issue being around it for a while. She slipped her dress off and tossed it across the bathroom before stepping into the shower and letting the hot water beat down on her.
Wrapped in a towel, she went back to her bedroom, feeling a little better and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her night table. She didn’t give a fuck if people thought it was a dirty habit, she liked the smell and taste, and didn’t plan on giving up smoking for a while. She lit the cigarette in between her pink lips after a few flicks on her lighter, and tossed the pack lightly onto her bed before letting out a long drag. She could feel her headache slowly starting to disappear as she continued to puff on her smoke. If her parents, or anyone in her family could see her now, dear God, they’d send her to a covenant or wherever the nuns went. She used to be this good girl, straight A’s in high school, pretty athletic, stayed out of trouble and was just this really kind girl. She sat down on her bed and looked at her wall while thinking back. Deciding to not go to school was probably the biggest mistake she had made in her life. Her dad was pretty furious with her, and running away wasn’t exactly the best decision she had made either. It had been something like four years since she had seen or talked to anyone in her family, and it sucked, majorly. She didn’t want to admit it, because she wanted to believe she had made the right decision and that she had been right, but the more she thought about her choices, the more she regretted them. She had just fucked up life majorly. Sure she was getting by now, purely on her looks, and her ability to poor a pretty sick drink, but she couldn’t be a bar tender her whole life, she was going to have to get a real job soon, start a career, and quite frankly, Nina knew she lacked the discipline to hold down a job like that.
After she finished her smoke, and was done regretting her past decisions, Nina decided to get dressed. Grabbing a baggy white tshirt, and a pair of short jean shorts, she got dressed and quickly dried her hair with a towel, before grabbing a pair of sunglasses and her wallet and headed out her door without her shoes on. After making it to elevator, the hungover Nina realized she had no shoes and had to go back. She was getting pissed off, and almost ran into someone in the lobby of her apartment. Once she made it to the sidewalk outside, and the smell of Miami hit her, she felt her stomach churn yet again, and dry heaved a little, thankful that there was nothing in her stomach anymore. She shoved her hand in her pocket as she walked towards the Starbucks near her apartment, desperate for a hot coffee. Coffee was always the cure for hangovers; it had to be the caffeine. She walked with her head down, her mouth fry, and her patience at an all time low. She rudely pushed her way through some people who were clustered together on the sidewalk, seriously what the fuck are you doing just talking. She thought as she passed them, her dark wavy hair bouncing with every step she took. She stubbed her toe on a random rock as she turned the corner feet away from the Starbucks. She just wanted to get in and to get out, hopefully there wouldn’t be a line, or else Nina would flip shit.
She pushed open the door, and was grateful for the air conditioning, but when she saw the small line, she frowned and bit her lip. Joining the line behind some girl with car keys, Nina let out a frustrated sigh. ”Fucking hell, how hard is it to pour coffee.” She muttered, as the barista’s behind the counter seemed to be working super slowly, and having difficulty working one of the machines. She dug in her pocket to pull out her cell phone, only to realize that she forgot it. ”Fuck my life.” She muttered under her breath for the second time today.
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