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bound_ezra (bound_ezra) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-10-02 22:55:00

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ezra winters, in progress, juliette dragomir, public

Like the legend of the phoenix...
Date: October 2nd, 2013
Time: 7:30 PM
Location: Crescent Cove Community College
Characters: Ezra, and OPEN. (seriously. reply.)
Description: Ezra stays after class to study in the Library
Status: Public / Incomplete

Ezra had signed up for some classes at the local community college, and had been doing pretty well, considering how his boyfriend had pretty much up and moved away without having left a number for him to contact him. It was probably better that way, better to make a clean break, instead of instilling Ezra with some kind of hope that he might come back. Despite all of that, the young man was in a pretty great mood. He had aced his English paper, and he had made a B on his math test. Math was something he was simply awful at, and he had to study hard to make even a C, so when he found out he pulled a B, he had decided that he would celebrate, later though.

Ezra zipped his white hoodie, as he left Esther Hall, which was home to the 'Liberal' and 'Arts' classes, and briskly walked to the library, with white earphones stuffed into his ears. The song "Get Lucky" by Daft Punk blared in his ears as he allowed the beat to commandeer his body. The catchy rhythm and beats fueled his heart with happiness as he walk danced to the library, and he cared little who was watching as he silently sang along with the words. A few people stopped and stared, and a few people danced with him as he smiled and entered the library with a smile that could pale a thousand suns.

The truth of the matter was that he really didn't have time to celebrate. He had an assignment for his sculpting class in which he had to take a classical sculpture and modernize it, so he had research to do.

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bound_juliette
2014-10-03 04:09 am UTC (link)

How she ended up in this situation was beyond her. Juliette hated school the first time around. This time it was even worse. But her English was nowhere near where it should be, and her mother had all but insisted that she take some core classes while she was getting re-accustomed to America. Maybe he found it unnecessary with her being in such a public place, but Hikaru had at least left her alone in the Library that evening.

Of course, fifteen minutes of hard-core studying had left the blonde aching for a coffee. Shoving her literature book back into her leopard print backpack, the leggy blonde rose and headed towards the door...

...and bumped right into the dancing boy.

"Sorry!" she chirped, far more loudly than she intended. The apology garnered quite a few stares from those around them, to which the blonde blushed. "Oops..."

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bound_ezra
2014-10-03 04:35 am UTC (link)

"Whoah! Hey!" He said with a smile, and a laugh. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I've got this Daft Punk song in my head, literally, and I'm just having a pretty great day." He blushed with a smile, as he pulled his headphones out of his ears and stuffed the buds in his hoodie pocket.

It was his favourite hoodie, it was the only one that had a fur (faux) lining, and he wore it anytime the temperature was below seventy degrees. "Are you okay, I didn't hurt you did I? I'm such a klutz sometimes." He said as he shifted his weight to accommodate the strain of his backpack, which was full of likely overdue books. Ezra was terrible about remembering to return books to the library, and he was forever spending extra money on fines and whatnot.

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bound_juliette
2014-10-14 12:47 am UTC (link)

The heels of her shoes clicked as she moved back a step, the young woman's head tipping to the side. Golden brows stitched together. "Daft punk?" she questioned. She did not understand many colloquialisms, and assumed it was slang for something. "Is that good or bad?" she asked, blinking down at him. While not as towering as the others in her family, in her stilettos Juliette was over 6' and often felt that she might come off as intimidating - not that she ever wished to be.

Shaking her head, a perfectly manicured hand rose to wave in dismissive assurance. "Nono! Do not worry! I am fine!" With her thick accent and simple sentences, her voice seemed more staccato than it might have. "Why are you in a rush?"

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