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Post by Cherry :3 on Aug 5, 2011 18:37:09 GMT -5
and i am sorry i don't believe when i lie with sugar-coated teeth 
x. Gods, he required a drink immediately. Not an alcoholic beverage, no, he had no need to get drunk. Though he had not done so in this lifetime, his mind suggested that it was a very poor idea. A cup of tea or a cup of white coffee. Or perhaps, if they had it and they rarely did, a type of sugary juice that he was fond of. He did not consider it as an option, them not having such substance, being as he was, but if he were the type to consider alternatives, he would take a cup of cocoa. He adjusted a button on his summer jacket, white, tightening it.
Casimir stepped into the cafe, grimacing when he realized how filthy it was. This was exactly why he loathed - simply abhorred - entering public places. Still, it meant he was most elegant person in the room; although, that wasn't anything new. It was also small and nondescript, therefore lessening his chance of encountering someone that he knew. He scanned the bar, just a quick glance and carefully eyed the personages sitting in the dark corners (he grinned at a particularly vile fellow, who made to leave the establishment a minute later). Casimir blinked the red from his irises.
He took a seat near the window. Not the safest place, truly, but he was not particularly concerned with that. Idly, waiting for the waitress to come by his table, he flipped through the menu. There was nothing that caught his interest; he would have to make do with what they had, which, while admittedly not horrible, was not high quality. No matter. He hadn't come here to eat - that was no his main purpose. Casimir had come to see if he could garner some clues which would lead to the restoration of his memory, or, to be more accurate, a gold notebook. His searches, so far, had proved fruitless.
The waitress came by, smiling with a desperate edge, and asked what he would have.
"Good morning, Miss. I will be having a cup of coffee and a chocolate pastry, if that isn't too much trouble," He requested politely, smiling warmly. The smile - hastily pasted on, but mostly honest - dropped as soon as she turned away. He pulled out a pad of paper, already scrawled on with codes and various languages, and began to write; his classwork had to be done sometime, he supposed.
occ; it's about 6:30-7:00, and the cafe isn't that filthy (which is not to say that it's good or anything)
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Post by ♥BUBS♥ ™ on Aug 6, 2011 20:13:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] Spoiled brat on tour---
Cheri is really on in town when she has ballet classes, but she had nothing to do. She read all her books, tumblr had no new posts for the day, apparently it was down for many users. Nor are her friends here. So really she just got dressed, in a pretty Chanel summer dress with the cutest matching high heels, grabbed her newest D&G bag and left the dorms. Ah, the spoiled brat was on tour.
Really she didn’t know what to do, when she got there. The only cafe that seemed interesting was the one with a cute boy sitting at the window. She believed he was in her class. It was also the first one she saw, she didn’t wanted to walk around here all day, just maybe spend a few hours, see what’s new. Although for her, a lot of stuff are new, since she is hardly here.
She finally entered the cafe, looking around it. She acted like she just spotted Casimir, so she went up, sitting on the seat across of him. “You’re Casimir, right?” She asked, smiling a bit, “I think we have a few classes together, I’m not sure. We’re definitely in the same grade.” She added, shooing the waitress away from her. She didn’t want anything to drink just yet, nor will she.
She leaned back on her chair, twirling with her hair looking at his notebook. “You doing homework?” She asked, rather bored at the moment. To be honest, she did find that boy a bit weird on her side, but she couldn’t say that he didn’t feel the same way to her. Of course she is better than me, the boy needs more food.
She wasn’t sure if Casimir was really rich or not. He definitely acted like it was so, but when she looks at his stuff, well let’s just say, no joop around. She would just shrug it off for the moment, he did dress well, she guessed. Of course she dressed better, girls dress better anyways.
tag: Cheri Reidword count: 340lyric credit: --notes: -- |
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Post by Cherry :3 on Aug 6, 2011 21:10:56 GMT -5
and i am sorry i don't believe when i lie with sugar-coated teeth
x. The door clicked open, and in stepped a young girl, around his age, he supposed. Various creatures could retain a youthful skin, but Casimir did not suspect the girl was of that nature. Her taste in attire spoke volumes about her maturity. Not in a spectacularly good way, either. He moved to return to his writing, only the female appeared to notice him and move towards him. Casimir was vaguely aware that he should be irritated that the girl had decided to take the seat in front of him without inquiring of his permission, but was in a languid mood. A small bit of conversation would not go amiss; a bit of entertainment, despite how it might bore him. He leaned back, smiling.
"Yes, I believe that we have a class or two together, Miss Cheri.' His voice was lilting, accented. The 'miss' was not intentional, but it slipped through his teeth before he could stop it. It caused no halt or aberration in his affirmation. The 'miss' was polite, though it had a slight patronizing edge which he could not dismiss, but she would be unlikely to notice. Regarding his reply, he wasn't sure if they had classes together or not. To say no, however, wouldn't do very well in further the conversation. He only knew of her name from reputation - a few rumours drifting around his wide range of acquaintances. And oh, what an utterly mundane reputation it was; a bit obnoxious and spoiled to some, an icon to others, with some having no opinion what so ever about the girl.
Cheri spoke again.
"I was, He said simply, his tone airy. Casimir closed the notebook, sliding it back into his bag, looking away from the girl for a moment. He straightened once again, twisting a small coin in-between gloved fingers. "What brings you into town?"
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Post by ♥BUBS♥ ™ on Aug 7, 2011 19:20:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;]Odd one, yes?---
Cheri flinched to ‘miss Cherri’, it something you don’t hear often around her peers, or around teens in general. She ignored for now but now she thinks this boy even more weird than she thought. She just looked at him as if he was crazy, she guessed they really didn’t have classes together, since she would noticed that kind of manner, unless he was a quiet boy. Probably one that sit in the front row.
“Uh ok…” She just responded to that, still a bit weirded out. She didn’t really care if it offended him or not, that kind of manner should stay when meeting her parent’s friends. And only there.
“Ah, ok, cool.” She said, if it were her, she would do her homework in her own room, where no one could disturb them and where it feels more like heaven.
“Ah, I am not so sure.” She said, really not sure “I guess I was a bit bored, wanted to see the town for a bit.” She smiled, looking at the coin, it seems he can’t sit still for a few seconds, always needs something to play with. “I only go down here for ballet lessons…” She paused, drifting off a bit, “and you?” She asked warmly.
tag: Cheri Reidword count: 209lyric credit: --notes: -- |
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Post by Cherry :3 on Aug 8, 2011 18:27:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#CDC8B1; border-left: 40px solid #8B3A3A;] casimir kysler YOU FELT THE COLDNESS IN MY EYES, AND SOMETHING I'M NOT REVEALING  SOME THINGS CAN'T BE TREATED, DON'T MAKE ME BE MYSELF AROUND YOU
A dancer, then? He wasn't friends, as of yet, with anyone who indulged in dance; he did not see the importance in it. Cheri, though, appeared wealthy, and that prospect was appealing, and she likely had several social connections with the elite. A plan etched itself into his psyche, the steps smoothly laid out in front of him - the first, of course, being his response to her question.
"I was meeting someone downtown, earlier this morning," She was free to draw her own conclusions on what the meeting regarded and who it had been with, for he was not going to give an honest answer, if he gave one at all, if questioned. He would, however, be adjusting his way of speaking; as it was now, it was far more formal than necessary, befitting a different persona than the one had shrugged on now. He shifted, in what resembled discomfort, as their conversation reached a temporary lull - Casimir had stopped twisting the coin, letting it drop into his sleeve, and he suddenly met her.
"Oh..sorry about the 'Miss' thing, earlier; it's a habit from my youth that I haven't managed to break yet," His said in an embarrassed, slightly sheepish way. The demon smiled slightly, running a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair again.
"Anyways, He said with a dismissive swish of his hand, "How long have you been attending school here?"
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Post by ♥BUBS♥ ™ on Aug 12, 2011 17:21:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;]Odd one, yes?--
“Oh?” She said, being struck with interest. “With who, if I may ask?” She asked, wondering who kind of people this boy really hung around. To be honest, she guessed it was just normal, normal useless people. She looked back to his eyes when he stopped playing with the coin. For some reason she was in a trance, but luckily not a dangerous one.
“That’s ok, I’m not used to it from teens.” She added, feeling bored again. She probably gave a bored expression, without knowing it. She didn’t want to but her body sometimes do things she doesn’t want her to do. “I’m used to that when I meet my parent’s friends.” She added, looking around the cafe shop. Really, it was a bad idea to come in here. She didn’t like the people in here. Made her sick in a way.
“Too long.” She added, smiling, looking back at him. “You?” She asked, she didn’t want him to give a really answer to that. She has been here for almost her whole life, when her parents had a divorce. At one point she got over that, but then again, she didn’t. A confusing matter it was, the question of him was just too personal at the moment. Something he doesn’t need to know.
Sorry to lazy to copy the table. I accident deleted my cookies so it's not saved
tag: Cheri Reidword count: 215 lyric credit: --notes: -- |
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Post by Cherry :3 on Aug 17, 2011 19:31:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#CDC8B1; border-left: 40px solid #8B3A3A;] casimir kysler YOU FELT THE COLDNESS IN MY EYES, AND SOMETHING I'M NOT REVEALING SOME THINGS CAN'T BE TREATED, DON'T MAKE ME BE MYSELF AROUND YOU
"Someone who proved to be of no import, I'm afraid," The fool had barely managed to show up on time, and had done nothing to further his efforts in regaining either the journal or memory. Pity it wasn't the full moon.
Casimir nodded when mentioned the source of discomfort that his address had caused; of course she wasn't used to it. The other children here were informal, disrespectful to adults and children alike. How could they hope to aspire if they could not even muster up the small bit of charm? Honestly, it was as though they and he were raised in utterly separate cultures; which, if he thought about it, was completely plausible. It wasn't a recent theory of his, but one that was beginning to appear more and likely as more discrepancies in his behavior, as compared to the others, began to show themselves. Well, he couldn't ponder it now. His coffee and sweet had arrived. He quietly thanked the waitress, but did not look at her, listening to Cheri.
"Hm. This is my second year here. It's wonderful finally being able to practice magic regularly," He was barely aware of the words leaving his mouth, nevermind their authenticity. Casimir took a sip of his coffee, cutting into his pastry afterwards. It was a small, sugary thing - perfect for giving him a much required boost. He cut it into small pieces quickly, eating them at a more moderate pace. The cafe was starting to get to him; he'd have to suggest that they'd leave soon.
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