WHEN YOU NOTICE THE STRIPES *

[OPHELIA AMELIA CHURCH]

people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open

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Fair call, wasn’t it? The carnival, she’d been hearing about it for quite a fair time- all her little coworkers talking non-stop about this event, and how none of them were attending, if not to stand and eat cotton candy. Well, fine. Any place where she had to deal with less of them, right? Ophelia enjoyed playing that game, seeing how far she could get from the people she had to be with on a regular basis. She liked the job, of course- she liked the money, and she didn’t much mind helping the lesser… strange, people out. It was the extremes that she had issues with, and the extremes were all of the part-timers. And Judith, who preferred being called Judas as of late. She made a mental note to find something to fire that strange woman on- no fourty year old in their right mind should be working at Hot Topic.

It wasn’t as though Hot Topic was Ophelia’s entire life though. It was overwhelming her as of late, which was a bit of a problem, and an explanation for her lack of discussion about everything else but oh- her life was more than just that store. Sharp wit like Ophelia’s had to come from somewhere, and her true passion actually happened to be an adoration for anything Shakespearean. One could blame her name, perhaps- and having to understand all the jokes that were made, the little words of mockery. But understanding quickly turned into a fast comprehension, which turned into her reading each of them over and over. Now, purchasing new copies had been in order since moving; she hadn’t been able to find her other books before. However, she found herself displeased the date of purchase to find a certain Demetrius taking the copy of the one book she’d been looking for. After a rather snippy argument, one that involved her calling him a ‘stuck up, callous bastard’ he took off with the book… who didn’t see that one coming? Well, time had passed since then she supposed, and therefore she decided that since he was in turn the only person she apparently shared her affliction to Shakespeare with, and since he was in turn the only person she was really familiar with besides her coworkers, she concluded that he would most certainly be taking her to the carnival.

It had taken a bit of pestering and annoying (perhaps a few hours worth) before Ophelia actually managed to convince the man to head out with her, but success was imminent- she’d demanded it, and so it would occur. And so here she was, sitting on a bench waiting for the ass- hoping he actually would show up. God knew, hell would pay if he didn’t. She’d managed to stand out once again, throwing away that darker façade for a more uplifting approach in her clothing, figuring the less to make her look like herself, the less likely she’d see anyone she knew. She really just wanted to enjoy this place while she had the chance, why was that so wrong?

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[demetrius]

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The Irishman… never assumed he’d go to the carnival. In fact, he’d been planning to do anything but that. He’d been visiting Miami for some time, not for any reason in particular, just because it was something to do. His parents were back in Ireland running their giant company, and even though he should’ve been apart of it, should’ve had some sort of job, he didn’t bother. It was probably better that he didn’t have a job at all. Dem had the worst anger issues, mixed with bi-polar and there was hell to pay. The man could get violent, he was known for punching holes into walls and hitting anyone, of any gender. He, however, didn’t mix his issues with alcohol. He disliked anything that made him lose complete control of himself – alcohol and drugs was the epitome of losing ones self. Ironic considering the man was pure Irish; probably the only Irish man who didn’t like alcohol. It was funny… his life kept throwing him curve balls. The other day he’d been a book store, minding his own business, when a girl put up a fight with him over a Shakespearean book. Dem really wasn’t the best at knowing everything about it, like he could recite some lines, but really it wasn’t like he memorized every little detail.

It was the same girl, Ophelia, who now begged him to join her at the carnival. They argued for an hour or so. He was full heartedly against it. But when the girl started to make fake sniffling noises, and told him she was gunna cry – he gave in. The girl played dirty, he had to give her credit for that. He sighed heavily, standing in the middle of the parking lot, just staring at the Carnival. She was around here somewhere. Did he really need to find her? Or could they play the game of hide and seek? He quietly mused. While walking towards the carnival, away from his black motorcycle; His eyes searched, knowing she was in there somewhere… and when he glimpsed the bench, he smirked and headed right for her, plopping down next to her, not so smoothly. “You asked for it, today’s going to be hell for you.” he rested his right arm around the back of her. “And I can’t be at fault for anything I do, after all, you forced me to come.” He had a smug expression on his face. He was prepared to make her day entirely hell. He’d do anything in his power to screw her day up; why? Because she seemed like the kind of girl he could have fun messing with.

Ohai, my lovely little leading man here is wearing this little number. This thread is most def for CANAIT, and is closed to them and only them, so anyone else can shove off mk? K. I’d just like to add lots of babbling <3 and so I don’t own them. Got it? GOOD! This template & graphics were made by mars bars Steal and mars will come shank you! Kthnxbai