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Post by Anneliese Grayson on Jan 13, 2013 22:17:59 GMT 1
Anneliese straightened out her pale blue hooded wool cardigan as she stepped past the gates of the temporary carnival. It was hosted in one of the large open parks in the outer city, sprawling and neon, with music that was popular 10 years ago blaring out of speakers beside the rides, the laughter and screams of the patrons, and the shouts of the people running the entertainment booths, beckoning customers towards them.
Dressed in a pair of ripped up designer pale denim skinny jeans, a white tank top and her cardigan, with a pair light grey leather knee high boots, her long hair down and slightly waved, she wove through the groups of people. There was something relaxing about large crowds of people. Anonymity, something she didn't get too much sadly. So long as no one gave her a second glance, she'd be fine.
She grinned brightly when she spotted her date, Carl, standing at the ice cream stand - she didn't plan on getting any, of course, but it was a good place too meet. Not many people would be getting cold treats in this weather.
"Carl! Hey!" She called, waving over her head, before jogging over to him, a beaming smile on her face. When she finally reached him, she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
"So! What have you been up to, hm? Seems like forever since I last saw you!"
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Post by Carl Kent on Jan 19, 2013 16:44:45 GMT 1
Carl adjusted his tie one last time in the glass of the ice cream stall and tried to stay relaxed, his fingers idly twiddling with the dials on the camera that hung round his neck. The carnival was in full swing, people laughing and screaming in joy as the rides spun and lifted and dropped and whirled the residence of San Francisco till they had their fill...some sooner than others by the sounds of the retching that occasionally came from the toilets. The music blared from every speaker, a different tune from a decade ago from every ride, overlapping horrendously if you stood in the wrong place for to long.
The young man lifted his head and turned moments before his date spotted him, a smile passing over his lips, the camera raised up to greet her as she jogged over, letting it drop down on the strap as she closed the distance and threw her arms round his neck as though they hadn't seen each other for years rather than a month or two. He returned her hug with one of his own, his arms round her back, relaxed until her lips touched his cheek. His face blushed red as he stood there just looking at her, arms still wrapped round her, perhaps a little to long...
Stepping back he smoothed out the jacket and shirt combo he was wearing over his jeans and fumbled with the camera settings without even realising he was doing it.
"Hi Miss Gra.. Anneliese. Its good to see you again"
The blush slowly faded from his cheeks after his initial surprise,
"Well nothing as exciting as you i'm sure but i've had a steady stream of work thanks to your help, oh and i finally got my own place in Metropolis..nothing special but its mine at least"
He moved beside her as they started to walk with the crowds, the mass of people moving like arteries round the carnival, delivering new customers to each of the rides and attractions, many clutching prizes from the games or pointing at the things they liked, the smell of candy and popcorn and all manner of sweets filling the air,
"If the glossy covers are anything to go by you've been very busy these last couple of weeks huh?"
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on Jan 21, 2013 3:51:59 GMT 1
Anneliese laughed lightly and shook her head, entwining her fingers with his. "I wouldn't say it's thanks to me. I just like...gave you the map. You got there yourself." She laughed at herself. "God I'm terrible at analogies. But it's good you've got your own place! You'll be a city boy yet, Mr Kent."
She shrugged a little. "Kind of...luckily, most of the spring collection photos were taken last summer. The adverts were pretty recent though. I maybe had....8 shoots since mid-december and a commercial for facewash. Mostly I've been studying for finals. I want to prove to my class mates and professors that I'm not just a pretty face." She sighed, ruffling her hair with her free hand. "I swear, they treat me like an idiot just because I'm a model. I'm aiming for a 95% at the least...I got that in midterms so fingers crossed! She grinned a little. Many people thought she was weird for deciding to go to University, especially to study Mathematics and Computer Science. They expected her to live a party lifestyle until her looks faded then sell out to some stupid product brand. Or just...be a model forever, like her mother seemed to be doing. It was ridiculous. That was one reason she wanted to study at University. To prove that not all models were airheads. To show she was just as smart as her brother.
She laughed sheepishly though, realising she had just been whining to her date. "Sorry! I didn't mean to complain. God, you must think I'm annoying!" She shook her head, as if scolding herself. "Anyway, what do you want to do first? Rides or carnival games?"
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Post by Carl Kent on Mar 9, 2013 22:30:33 GMT 1
(So very sorry)
He chuckled and shook his head as he felt her fingers tighten in his own, fingers weaving together,
"I'm not sure i'll ever be a city boy as you put it but i might just survive now i have some to hide from it all."
He smiled as they walked and talked listening to her go over her busy schedule and talk about proving herself to everyone else, and if he was honest with himself the first time he'd seen her he'd labelled her with the same brush, just another dumb model who's only good because of her looks...but then they'd bumped into each other in that studio what seemed like an age ago and she'd turned out very differently, much to his surprise and relief. In fact she was that little bit more amazing because of the head she carried on her pretty shoulders. He knew of her family and knew that if she wanted she would never have to do anything other than stand in front of a camera and endorse a product for the rest of her life, but it was pleasing to hear that she was all for breaking out of the stereotype set for her and show that she was so much more.
"I'm sure your going to ace them all. Do you have plans for after school other than continuing to be ridiculously world famous for looking good?"
He smiled and bumped his shoulder against hers as they kept walking, passing the crowds of people that looked on and cheered at the attractions and games, watching as prizes were handed out here and there, while some faces showed disappointment at not winning, only to light up again when they saw another game or ride they wanted to try out. Without even watching where they had been going they arrived at some kind of spinning tea cups ride...the ones with the turntable in the middle that you can try and spin to make the cup spin round while the whole ride went round as well...sometimes even in a different direction.
Carl looked at it finding that they had made there way through the queue having believed it to simply be foot traffic, and soon it was their turn to get on. He looked at the man as they stepped onto the ride and slide into a tea cup with some other riders,
"I guess two please"
Paying as the man locked the little door that would stop them all falling out of the cup,
"So tea cups huh?"
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on Mar 15, 2013 1:02:02 GMT 1
Anneliese shrugged her skinny shoulders. "Not plans per say...I love modelling, so I'll probably just 'continue to be ridiculously world famous for looking good'" She grinned impishly, making air quotations with her free hand. "But maybe after that or if I get fed up with the constant back stabbing and egomaniacs in the industry, I'll get a job in Grandpa Bruce's company. Or do something dull like become an accountant or mathematics lecturer." She waved her free arm once again, in a wide sweeping arc. "I'm young, smart and beautiful. The world is mine...or so Richard tells me. But I think that's just his brotherly love talking." She joked, rolling her eyes.
Anneliese grinned as they were secured in the tea cups by the burly carnival worker. "They can be fun so long as we spin the wheel really fast!" She exclaimed, motioning to the little wheel in the middle. "Think you can put these muscles to good use?" She squeezed his bicep flirtatiously and was pleasantly surprised by the corded muscle she felt under the fabric of his clothes. Who knew? The boy was jacked if his arms were anything to go by.
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