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Post by isobella on Apr 12, 2008 10:03:30 GMT -5
'Ah, there it is! My last moment of freedom!' Isobella thought to herself as her hazel eyes caught sight of the ticket booth.
Why that thought? Well, it would be because this would be the last time she'd be allowed out again. No really! The people at Cunningham Academy were crazy strict, at least for her. But then again, she doesn't know much about private schools and how they "work". Izzy, however grateful she was being adopted by a well-off family, still hasn't gotten used to this kind of lifestyle.
When she, along with her siblings, were dropped off (by their chauffeurs) at Milton. Her foster siblings headed straight to Cunningham, but she managed to convince the driver to take her here, at New York City. Regardless to say, after not much hesitation, he agreed. See, that was one thing Iza loved about being part of a big wealthy family, to be honest. Being in control of someone else was a little weird sometimes, but in cases like this where she just doesn't want to face the staff at Cunningham and the people there yet, it comes in handy.
"I won't take a minute, I promise." She found herself uttering to Guy, the family driver-slash-body guard for eons (that's what she believed anyway). "I'll just..." [/i] Isobella looked at the Plaza Mall from her tinted windows, searching for some liable excuse. "Get something. I'll be right back!"[/i] And with that, she got out of the car before the guy could say anything. It wouldn't probably wise to have someone waiting for you (like the driver) and you're planning to see a movie. But that's what she's going to do. She went up to the ticket booth, and bought herself a ticket to see a movie. Not caring much for snacks, Izzy skipped the popcorn station and headed straight to the theater where she sat near the exit (just in case).[/size][/color][/blockquote][/font] O P E N ! |
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Post by chase on Apr 16, 2008 17:30:32 GMT -5
The only good thing about driving is the freedom. Actually, despite popular belief, it doesn't include the big bonus package of fun and games that most tweens dream about. Harper soon discovered, shortly after he received a car in tenth grade, that this defiantly was not the case. In fact, he was glad that he didn't have to drive many places, considering the school owned most of his needs, because working for gas money was not his favorite chore. But, like all kids, he also believed that getting away from normal surroundings were healthy, so one night he decided to go to the city. Most of the times he accompanied other people when he traveled to NYC, but that night seemed like a night to go alone. Being able to be quiet and maybe meet a new few people without your friend interrupting was almost peaceful.
So, almost after a non-existent battle in his mind, Harper did finally settle on going to the city alone. It didn't take him long to get properly dressed, which was just a what short sleeved t-shirt and some of his best jeans, and freshen up. With a last glance in the mirror to make sure that he had nothing in his teeth, he went out the door. Luckily, his roomates were out, so he didn't have to say goodbye or tell them where he was going. Truthfully, he wasn't a very good liar, especially when it came to his close friends.
A few minutes later, Harper was in his car and on the highway. It was crowded, as usual, but he had learned to creep in and out around cars. Slow down, go faster. And since he didn't have the nerves that night, he passed every slow person that crossed his path. With the speed meter at 67mph, he manged to reach the city in around twenty minutes. A smile crossed his face. He loved how he could drive so well and not even come close to wrecking. He pulled into the southwest exit, and it wasn't long until beautiful buildings started to arise around him, the bright lights against the dark always imitating the fireworks he used to watch as a kid. A taxi beeping loudly behind him made him glance up n the rear view mirror ruffly. This was the only thing about the city. Assholes. With a jerk to the steering wheel, Harper carved his way through a few jammed cars and parked parallel near a few buildings that weren't as bright. Remembering the stories that were told about NYC at night, Harper leaned back and peered out the driver side window to see if there was any place to go that was close. There was a Pet store, a clothing store, and the grand move theater. He leaned even closer, until his face was against the window, so he could read off the movies that were playing. He couldn't see.
Sighing, but reluctantly, he got out of the car and slammed the door closed behind him. Once he had made it across the street, he reached the ticket booth and stood there for quite a while. The woman behind him was clearly growing irritated, so he chose the first title that was line up. "Wait, isn't this a chick flick?" He thought to himself, shaking his head as he trailed inside. The interior design of the place had changed since the first time he had come there. It was crowded, but that was normal, unlike the new, red wallpaper. A guy took his ticket, ripped it in half and recited, "Second to your left." He smiled, although the man didn't seems friendly, and head down the corridor until he reach the theater. Slowly, he opened the door, and headed down the first row. Maybe he could actually see now. |
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Post by isobella on Apr 18, 2008 15:54:26 GMT -5
Uh-oh. Isobella's deep hazel eyes widened. Want to know what she's so afraid of? It's pink. It's curly. It's pink and curly, and girly. 27 Dresses It was clear on the screen. Basking everyone in the cinemas in it's little frilly all-happy glow, but most espescially it seems like it's bragging to Izzy very much. And she didn't like it. She hated it. Why did she enter this cinema again? For now, she can't seem to remember. One thing was clear on Iz's head, it would be that she would not condone herself to let anybody (most espescially the ones from Cunningham!) see her in this cinema. No body.
But guess her luck must've been pretty bad these days. Because even as it was dark in the cinema, the usher's flashlight had shown light on a familiar guy's head. Making Isobella turn her head, alarmed, to Harper's direction. Her eyes again widened. The movie continues, and it was all happy-happy-all-great-in-little-La-La-land but what occupied the girl's mind was terror. 'What the hell is he doing here?' Suddenly a light bulb went into her head.
Let's examine the equation:
[/i] also very much more humiliating than Izzy's.[/ul] With a smirk on her face, all traces of terror were now gone in her head, she debated whether to throw a popcorn at him or yell his name out. Meh... 'why not both?' "Hey Harper Levi!" she hissed, although it was audible enough for all of the upper back row to hear. Grabbing a slight handful of popcorn from whoever's near and chunked it at him. "What are you doing here?" she smirked as she asked, a little bit quiet-er now.[/BLOCKQUOTE][/size][/color][/font] |
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Post by chase on Apr 20, 2008 17:14:56 GMT -5
The previews had already started, and Harper was enjoying the relaxation of the dimlitted theater. He had convinced himself by then that no one from his school could possibly be there; most of the guys were out playing a game, and the girls, well, obviously not here. Besides, most of the girls he knew were loud, and didn't stop shouting. And, that is when he heard his name. "Oh, god," he thought to himself, wishing deep down that it was some loser from his school that wouldn't tell everyone that he had come to see 27 dresses, of all movies! It had to be a person that attended the academy, because he knew know one else from inside the city's limits. In a motion that was unnecessary too slow, the turned his whole body around. After recognizing the young girl as Izzy, a short sigh escaped his lips. Relief swept through his body, following up with a long, refreshing smile. Then he suddenly realized that she had thrown popcorn at him, which he was now brushing off of his lap.
"Hey, you can get kicked out for that!" He yelled quite loudly, referring to the popcorn, before swooping his head back around to catch her eyes. Another one of his playful smiles danced to the rims of his mouth. He motioned his hand for her to come closer, and then pointed down to his seat. "Come sit with me," He mouthed. "Then I can have an excuse to be here!"
ooc; Sorry, it's short, but nothing much more to say. Ha.
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