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Post by bronte ellery o'connor on Dec 24, 2013 18:47:21 GMT -5
  New York had offered Ellery more opportunities than she had first envisioned when she had moved to the city. It was her home now and the place where she could really find herself and break free from some of the strict confines of her childhood. At twenty-four, she still had the voices of her parents at the back of her mind disapproving of all kinds of various choices and places Ellery found herself, but then she just had to remind herself that she could be who she wanted to be now; they had no power or sway over her since she had moved out and far away from Kansas. As much as she loved her family, the chance to spread her wings had been something that she had really needed and she hadn’t broken free from that good girl image and turned into some crazy wild child who needed intervention to get through to her. Really, Ellery didn’t think she had changed that much at all, but she knew better than to try that one with her parents and their strong beliefs and regulations.
It was her family that had her out and about the city on her day away from the sterile hospital labs. Ellery wouldn’t be making the trip home for her mother’s birthday this year since work hadn’t been able to grant her the time off and because she had a rather busy week that week with other conferences and seminars she had planned to attend. However, she still had to find a gift and mail it with the frilly looking birthday card she had already picked out and knew her mom would find adorable. Ellery browsed through a handful of stores trying to find something different than the usual gifts, but something that her mom would also love to receive. The older Dean woman was easy enough to please, but Ellery never half-assed anything, even when exhaustion was creeping in and she just wanted to be through with whatever it was she was doing. The young woman was dedicated and as committed as they came.
Ellery already regretted grabbing the sweater that morning. It was hanging in the crook of her arm now as she browsed through the quaint boutique full of candles, decorative pieces of art and kitchenware. If there was something to be found then it would be in here, and she was right. Ellery left the store twenty minutes after she entered with a small ensemble of things she could box up and post to her mom in time for her birthday. Before she did anything else, Ellery needed a drink and a snack. The place she stopped by on her way to work most mornings was just half a block away from the boutique, so she quickly merged with the crowd and followed the sidewalk until the smell of pastries and coffee caught her nose. Stepping into the shop, Ellery joined the short queue and fiddled with her belongings and bags and that pesky sweater as she tried to fish out her money. Somehow her bag always ended up looking like something had exploded in it from the amount of stuff she crammed in there as days went by and then forgot to toss out once the vouchers had expired, or the hand cream tube was nearly empty. For a girl usually very organised, her bag was not, but it usually always had everything anyone could need in it. Her keys slipped from the bag to the floor and as Ellery stooped to sweep them back up again, she knocked into the person in front of her. Trying quickly to straighten back up to apologise, she ended up making the matter worse by knocking her head against the stranger’s elbow. “So sorry!” She exclaimed, her hand smoothing out her ruffled blonde hair as she smiled apologetically to the victim of this unusual bout of clumsiness. Ellery could usually pride herself on being coordinated and nimble, but the last thirty seconds or so had been completely devoid of both!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 18:00:18 GMT -5
Nobody ever told Christian how hard it would be to make it as a musician. Shortly after moving to New York he learned that making it in the business wasn't about talent, it was about status. This was extremely frustrating for his band, filled with 'nobodies', called Creation. As much as he loved music he was starting worry all of the stress just isn't worth it. He's spent the past three years of his life writing, and performing almost every night of the week. He's been working his life away and yet he's gotten no recognition.
Being a drop out, twenty four, broke and unable to do anything else in his life half as good as he sings only motivates him to try harder. This resulted in many stressful and sleepless nights which lead to a slight addiction to caffeine. Christian had always gone to a smaller coffee shop just around the corner from Starbucks. It had a shorter line, friendlier people and it wasn't filled with judging eyes. But unfortunately he received news that it'd be shutting down, so Christian decided to jump on the bandwagon and see why everybody makes a big deal out of the over commercialized store.
Just as Christian's alarm started to blare into his ear he slammed his fist against the top; shutting off and nearly breaking the clock. He groans and flops onto the floor pulling his blankets down with him. What a great way to start off the day. He bitterly thought to himself as he pushed himself off of the floor. Wandering aimlessly towards his closet, much like a zombie. He picks out a random pair of tight jeans and a deep blue, and black sleeveless shirt with the band Journey's logo ironed on to it. After going through his normal morning routine ( Shower, hair maintenance, and vocal practices ) he heads out of his apartment with a pencil and notebook stuffed in his back pocket.
As he arrives at the Starbucks he stops and takes a moment to appreciate the sweet, and savory smells coming from the store. Christian coils his fingers around the 'Pull' door and swings it open. He let's out a soft sigh as he notices the line, and the amount of people sitting down at the tables scattered across the restaurant. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Phone alone with a pair of cheap ear buds. Christian pops them into his ears and begins to play his music which is turned loud enough that everybody in the general area can hear it.
Christian let's out a soft 'yelp' as he is pushed slightly forwards by the person behind him, then chuckles softly to himself as she knocks her head against his elbow. He turns around and finds himself uncomfortably and awkwardly close to the woman. He hesitates for a moment before taking a step back, only to find himself bumping into the person in front of him. He doesn't apologize. He only stands there for a few minutes as his face turns a bright red. Taking a moment to get over the embarrassment he asks the woman in a quiet mousey voice, "Are you okay?"
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Post by bronte ellery o'connor on Mar 15, 2014 5:24:57 GMT -5
The only way Ellery had ever been creative was in her tattoo designs. She had a lot of them now, carefully drawn out beforehand and designed by a trusted friend who also doubled as the artist she let attack her skin with needles. The rest of the time she was academically driven, thriving when she was in an environment where she could learn more. She was one of the youngest in the hospital labs, thanks to early admissions, but she still needed experience under her belt for her findings to be taken seriously and without second opinions. She knew it was tough to make it anywhere without that, a breakthrough of epic proportions or something on par with that. Her chance would come and Ellery was hardworking and ambitious enough to keep them coming and to keep making waves behind the curtains in the medical world.
Part of Ellery missed the home delights that came with Kansas, but she had been living in New York for so long now that she was used to crowds and queues. They came with the big city, she guessed, and they were just another part of the initial changes she had been forced to make. It took time, but New York had helped Ellery find herself. When she had first moved, her near porcelain skin had been totally bare of any colourful artwork and now she was well on her way to telling a story with just her flesh. Although people back home never got to see any of it. She piled on the goop to cover the ink up during her trips home, or lived in jeans and sweaters the whole time. Her family was far too conservative to deal with some of the more radical changes to her appearance, so even when she had her undercut, she made sure that it was done in a way so her hair could be styled around it and just look like she'd had a plain old regular trim at the salon. Ellery was the type of girl who hated upsetting people, which was why she was feeling to guilty and apologetic about bumping into this guy – twice!
Smiling softly, still wish a pinkish blush on her cheeks, Ellery nodded her head. “Yeah, I'm fine.” She rubbed her head for a second more and then ruffled her hair up, smiling again. Dropping the keys that had caused this minor disaster back into her bag, she glanced back up at the man she had almost sent tumbling like the first in a long line of dominoes. “Whatever you're buying, it's on me.” She said insistently, waving her purse – now found – out of her bag.
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