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xlementine.
seated on the stone wall that surrounded chez germaine with a half gone pack of licorice placed beside her clementine groaned down at her phone. her annoyance distracting her from the harsh february chill despite her only being in a hoodie and jeans. “i swear to god if this shipment doesn’t get in on time i’m literally going to flip my shit.” she fumed aggressively biting a piece of the candy and ripping it away from her mouth. in fact she tore it so hard that it flew from her hand and hit a passerby. “ oh fuck i am so sorry.”
pip's not sure why she keeps happening upon people clearly in need of a venting session but she’s not about to deny someone their right to complain. maybe she should go back to school and get an honorary degree in counseling? “you know, i’ve never seen someone eat licorice so violently that it turned into a projectile. so, like, congrats on being my first for that experience!” she offers up a friendly smile so that the other girl knows she’s only teasing. “everything good?”
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scrlttswr.
The hues of her eyes darted up toward a blonde she can’t quite say she recognized. The chance that the two actually did cross paths is very likely seeing how small the city is in retrospect but nothing is truly coming to mind when looking at her distinguishing features. “Life?” Scarlett couldn’t help but find the irony in her words. “I’m job searching, the only problem is I don’t know what sort of job I want to apply for.” she wasn’t strapped for cash so she had the liberty to not settle for any measly job to help make ends meet as entitled as that may sound but it was the truth, she is mostly looking for a job to help pass the time until her return to her studies.
“Clearly that isn’t the case for me.” Scarlett added with a heavy sight. “I don’t even know why I’m loading this on you.” she mumbled, fingers combing through her amber locks, pushing her curls back, back arched against her chair. Perhaps it was because she was a total stranger making it easier to unload her problems, well the small ones at least, she doubts she would be able to do the same when it came to her baggage, she is taking them to the grave if she had a choice but be it as it may she knows far too well how unpredictable life can become and how little control she truly has. “I’, Scarlett by the way.” she hummed, feeling it was only appropriate to introduce herself.
pip shakes her head, dismissing the apology she feels like the other girl is about to utter. “i think not knowing what you want to do is a perfectly normal part of life. especially for young people! you look young -- most people don’t have a clue what they want in life at our age!” she feels a bit preachy and, not to mention, slightly hypocritical. she has a job doing what she loves that, hopefully, she can make into a lifelong career. but pip knows she’s the exception, not a rule. “honestly, don’t worry about it -- i’ve been told i have one of those faces that makes people want to open up or something.”
she flashes a quick and, ideally, reassuring smile. her hand gets held out formally at the introduction, her proper english upbringing manifesting in tiny ways. “i’m piper. please call me pip though. i think we might’ve gone to school together? you weren’t in my grade though.” count on pip to be able to recognize pretty faces once she’s seen them. even if she hadn’t known, young people in this particular part of the city all tended to be from the upper east side and, if they had money or means, they went to st. jude or constance. it’s a safe assumption.
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scrlttswr.
Scarlett has been struggling with what to do now that she has returned back home. Scarlett took a leave of school for the winter semester and won’t be able to return till fall and just idling sitting by fumbling with her fingers as the time pass. She needs to find something to do to pass the time till her return to school and no she doesn’t plan on becoming some sort of socialite and spend her night and days attend charity galas to up their social standing. That was never Scarlett, she always found galas to be stuffing and would end up glancing at the clock every five minutes or so waiting to find the perfect time to slip away and head to a bar actually end her night in a pleasant note.
Sun-kissed through the window of the coffee shop, rip of her cappuccino cup grazed her lips flushes from the heat emitting through the cup. Finger gliding the screen of the iPad scrolling through the opening job or intern listing. As she puts down her cup she plops her iPad down, a sight escape through her teeth, lashes flutter shit, fingers rubbing the bridge of her nose. She honestly had no idea what to do, she has no outstanding talent, at least none that she knows off, she knows for a fact she will not be going into retail or in the restaurant business, she took a leave of absence in the middle of a semester, even if she was to apply to something she considers interesting who in the world would even compel them to hire her. “Oh what I would give for a good distraction right about now.” the words slips through her lips before she even realizes she was speaking out loud, slumping back into the chair, arm wrapped around her waist, fingers resting against her chin.
it’s the end of her night where it’s most peoples’ beginnings. her work got off at 4am and she stayed up with friends until the sunrise. to be grabbing a coffee and then heading to bed may seem like a strange order of events for most people but it’s a part of pip’s routine on nights when her sets stretch beyond the typical bar close hours. besides, a good decaf coffee could totally make a bedtime drink -- people just weren’t creative enough! she’s still her bubbly self though maybe taken down a few pegs out of sheer exhaustion. even the energizer bunny couldn’t function at 100 for 24 hours straight.
the uttered sigh isn’t really directed at her but pip feels bad that someone’s talking to themselves. how embarrassing, really. so she’s happy to lend an ear, quirking her head curiously. “a distraction... from what?” pip hums. the only thing she can see on the table is an iPad which, sure, could probably be distracting in its own right but the girl doesn’t look particularly busy. pip’s gaze sweeps the counter to see if her iced decaf latte was finished but, spotting nothing, she turns her attention back to the speaker. “i think most people come to coffee shops to work away from distractions.” clearly, pip is still confused.
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andretruffaut.
“camp buddy!” andré yells excitedly as he makes his way over to pip, wrapping his arms around her for a quick hug. maybe he has had a little too much to drink and maybe it’s a little obvious. but the ambience of the club has him all hyped up and his dear friend just did one hell a dj set. “you were amazing, lemme tell you, amazing!”
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“my sweet truffe française!” pip chirps in delight, flinging her arms up around his neck in return. he could probably lift her easily on a good day but she can smell the alcohol on him and with her own legs shaky from adrenaline, it’s probably not their best idea. “yeah? really good, then?” she’s beaming up at him, hands moving to cup his face. “i’m going to need you to come to all my sets. i love compliments!”
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ncahisms.
ah, the upper east side– how noah did not miss you. but it was time for the prodigal son to return where he truly belongs. besides, what with his lack of work at the moment he didn’t feel as though he could stay in LA. he did still have his apartment, though, so if he felt like jetting off, he always could. noah was trying his best to lay low as he had some crazy fans and he also didn’t want to be seen by his former classmates. as fate would have it, though, he of course ran smack into one. ‘ ah shit, sorry about that– ‘ he then gets a good look at their face. ‘ oh, hey. yeah, i’m back. LA was cool and all but i was a little homesick, you know? ‘ he’s just assuming that they’re itching to know.
being a relatively small person, pip doesn’t fare well in direct collisions. luckily, she’s managed to keep her balance this time around, though a hand does reach for his forearm as a steadying precaution. “no worries, no worries,” she dismisses quickly. “i’m hard to see anyways!” she smiles and then that expression brightens as she recognizes a familiar face. “welcome back -- it’s been a while, yeah? didn’t know we’d be seeing you back on your old stomping grounds!”
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do you have a favourite video/arcade game?
“i love ddr. i could do it for hours, honestly. i’m also into anything super smash brothers -- the fire emblem characters are my go-tos.”
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how was your date?
“really fun! i had a very nice time.” // @ofmikaelas
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who means the most to you?
“currently, a sweet pup named marky. he’s been left in my care and i’m taking my responsibilities very seriously.”
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what's a popular opinion you disagree with?
“pop music isn’t trash. liking pop music doesn’t make you basic. top 40s aren’t cringe-worthy or something to be embarrassed for enjoying. you aren’t cool or edgy or impressive for your preference for 80s rock anthems. having varied music taste is great but don’t put down what other people love just because it isn’t your scene. music is music is music and if you can’t appreciate someone at her bieber phase, you don’t deserve her at her zeppelin.”
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