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[kayleah]

twenty-first century breakdown
[ » i once was lost but never was found
i think i'm losing what's left of my mind }
TO THE 2OTH CENTURY DEADLINE

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Today was so average. Everyday was so average, why did Corrine expect today to be any different? Oh well. The day was still young, which meant that there was still a chance for improvement. Plus, Corrine was walking out of the beautiful sunshine into Starbucks, so things were already looking up. Because it was so damn gorgeous out, this hipster coffee spot was virtually deserted. Better for her. Corrine approached the counter and greeted the pretty barista with a friendly smile. Venti Strawberries and Creme Frappuccino. Oh yes, Corrine was definitely looking to gain five hundred pounds today. A glorious smile appeared over her lips as the girl handed her the tall pink beverage. Yes. Yes. Today was getting better by the second.

Corrine sauntered away from the counter over to her usual high bar stool located by the window. It gave her a perfect view of the street, which was great for people watching, her favorite pastime. With a slight bit of difficulty, from being too short, she managed to get up onto the stool. After licking a big glob of whipped creme off the top of the beverage she began to sip on it. Delicious. After a few sips, she immediately regretted not bringing along a friend. It was going to take a bit of time for her to finish this giant calorie-filled beverage, and it would be nice to have someone to laugh with for that time. Laughter was the best way to burn calories.

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words » millions
tagged » open
music » gypsy punk
outfit » grungy
notes » tried to keep it simple and not imposing,
but i can make them lengthier if you so desire :]
lyrics » 21st century breakdown - green day
credit » holly @ caution

[AINSLEY MARIAH HARRIS]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Ainsley tugged the hood of her Batman sweatshirt higher up onto her head, effectively trying to block out as much light as possible. She had a slightly less than roaring headache, which would have been far worse if she had replaced the vodka she'd drunk the night before with beer. She couldn't quite remember what she'd been doing, but she knew that she'd had more than a couple beers and lots of vodka. She'd woken up in her own bed that morning, though, and in her own clothes for once, therefore she didn't have much to complain about. Looping one finger through the waistband of the men's jeans hanging from her hips to keep them from falling down, Ainsley pulled open the door to Starbucks. She needed espresso. Just plain, pure shots of espresso would do it. At least, she hoped. Normally, she took a fistful of Dramamine and merely slept off the hangovers, but what a surprise it'd been that morning to discover that they were out at her house and Starbucks was a much shorter driver than CVS.

Feeling incredibly self-conscious all of a sudden about her hood, Ainsley tugged it off, instead keeping her eyes on the ground, as if it were friendly. And it was, at least in comparison to the lights. Thank God Starbucks wasn't brightly lit or else she'd have had some serious problems. Her tangled blue hair hung to her shoulders in snarls and knots, as it always did. She'd never been the type of girl who brushed her hair often, and she only ever did so when she was dying her roots blue. However, in a matter of days, her hair was always snarly again, a rat's nest on a girl's head. Ainsley's makeup--consisting only of beige eyeshadow and mascara that matched her hair--was just the remainder from the night before. However, she'd learned long ago that investing in makeup that would stay put over night was well worth it if waking up after an impossibly long night was nearly a daily occurrence. Did she like waking up and having to clean off her makeup and re adorn it? Not hardly. In fact, Ainsley hated putting on makeup anyway, though she felt she looked like a gerbil without it. But trying to put on mascara without poking herself in the eye with an LSD buzz from two hours earlier, when she'd finally settled into bed, wasn't easy if not impossible.

Finally, it was her turn to order and she got the largest size latte they had to offer, asking what the maximum amount of espresso they could put in it was and then asking for that. Ainsley paid for it, accepted the drink and then sat down on the first empty stool that she saw, right next to a girl with an enormous pink drink. It looked more like a smoothie than coffee, though it did look rather good. Ainsley almost considered asking the girl what it was so that she could order one too, but she doubted there was any caffeine in it to make her headache a little less achey. But the pink colour felt nice on her eyes, and before she knew it, she was gazing at it with her head at an angle, making her look less like she was gaping at the drink and more like she was simply eyeing it.

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[kayleah]

twenty-first century breakdown
[ » i once was lost but never was found
i think i'm losing what's left of my mind }
TO THE 2OTH CENTURY DEADLINE

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Oh dear lord was this girl getting desperate. Normally, she was an introvert, always keeping quiet and to herself. Under normal circumstances, she would not think twice about sipping on a frapp by herself. In fact, she usually preferred it. She would enter this fine establishment, place her order, purchase her beverage and sometimes a cupcake. After this exchange, she would climb up onto this same tall seat, get comfortable and bust out her Macbook Pro, which could be considered her very best friend. It was absolutely the one material item that she could never live without.

However, today was one of those very rare days where her laptop was just not going to cut it. She was in the mood to sip her pink frothy drink and discuss philosophy and life with a fellow human being. This was her second favorite thing to do at Starbucks, after plucking away on her pretty keyboard. Corrine could be such a hipster.

Honestly, she didn't mean to fall into this dreaded stereotype. She just liked being constructive. Why sit and drink coffee while gossiping or staring at the screen of a smart, when you could discuss the mysteries of life? It just made so much more sense to her. Corrine looked around the establishment, hoping to see a familiar face that she might be able to converse with. After seeing no one, as the place was very empty, she realized that she was going to have to resort to her cellular phone. After taking a sip of her frapp, she produced her beat up, scratched up iPhone from her satchel. She kind of really hated the thing. In her opinion, a phone should be a phone, not a camera and a game console and a computer. However, father insisted that she have one. She somehow managed to navigate to her contacts and she scanned the names; everyone seemed subpar to her.

Luckily, her efforts were futile. Company had found her. Admittedly, she was a little bit startled when a blue haired young lady suddenly appeared at the stool opposite her. Huh. Corrine looked over at her, studying her. The girl did not look familiar in the least. She just looked rough. Corrine did not even want to know what had caused her to appear so messy. She was not ugly or anything, just rough. Corrine was positive that despite the tired eyes and matted hair, the girl was cute as a button. However, she was odd. She had taken up residence at Corrine's table without asking permission, not that she minded, and had not even spoken one word to her.

Corrine was quite puzzled about all this. She sat for a few moments longer studying the girl, who appeared to be studying the delicious strawberries and creme frapp. After a few more moments of slightly awkward silence, Corrine cleared her throat. "Uhm, would you like a sip?"

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words » millions
tagged » open
music » gypsy punk
outfit » grungy
notes » tried to keep it simple and not imposing,
but i can make them lengthier if you so desire :]
lyrics » 21st century breakdown - green day
credit » holly @ caution

[AINSLEY MARIAH HARRIS]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

It took a moment to realize that she was being spoken to, but once she came to this realization, Ainsley started, her eyes widening and looking up to the girl. How had this seemed like a good idea, sitting next to someone she didn't even know? Ainsley had no idea why it had ever seemed like such an appealing spot to sit down, as she didn't even know the girl at all. "Hm?" she asked, though she'd heard the other girl perfectly fine. She didn't know why she'd made the noise, but perhaps it was out of habit to buy her some time to think of a believable justification as to why she was there. Finally, after a beat of silence, Ainsley decided to just speak and see where it would take her. After all, she didn't want to the girl to have to repeat herself. "No, no, I was just..." Ainsley trailed off, trying to think of an excuse, but her hungover brain didn't seem to realize that it had a job to do. "I don't actually know. Sorry." Ains bit her lip and lowered her eyes to her own drink, wondering vaguely if she sounded as stupid to the other girl as she did to herself. After all, in what universe did people just sit down and stare at people's Pepto Bismal coloured drinks? In none of them, and Ainsley was, in fact, a firm believer in the multi-universe theory.

After a beat of silence, Ainsley tugged her hood up over her head, feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed to be where she was. Normally, Ainsley couldn't care less what she was doing or where she had so happened to sit as long as it wasn't undesirable. Rarely, if ever, did Ainsley care what people thought about her. But maybe that wasn't Ainsley, that uncaring thing. Maybe that was just the drugs that she so infrequently didn't operate under. God, did she need something in her system right now, even if it was just a nicotine or a shot of vodka. Anything that would take the edge off of this. This is what it's like to be real for a bit, Ainsley thought before promptly shoving the thought from her brain. She didn't need drugs to act like she always did. She could be normal if she needed to be. Maybe. "I'm Ainsley," she said, trying to make eye contact with the other girl before realizing that she really just didn't want to. It wasn't that the other girl was unfriendly or odd-looking or anything like that. In fact, the girl seemed quite nice. It was Ainsley that was the problem. She was just having a bad day.

Granted, it was a rare day indeed when Ainsley wasn't much of a people person. She always made eye contact with total strangers, though she very nearly never made casual conversation with them. Well, she never struck up casual conversation. If someone else did, Ainsley would smile and laugh in all the right places and be as kind as could be. But there was something about the rawness of a hangover--which she was normally sleeping right through--that made being friendly feel alien and foreign to her. She couldn't remember how to be comfortable around people and would have just gotten up, make her apologies and disappear out of this random stranger's life for good if not for the fact that she was too lazy and tired to stand up at that given moment. Maybe later, but not quite then.

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[kayleah]

twenty-first century breakdown
[ » i once was lost but never was found
i think i'm losing what's left of my mind }
TO THE 2OTH CENTURY DEADLINE

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It seemed to take a few moments for the blue haired damsel opposite her to wake from her little stupor. Corrine was quite thankful for this, as sharing a table with a zoned out stranger was not her cup of tea. It was awkward. Very awkward. She listened to her as she declined the offer and mumbled aimlessly, seeming to be searching for some sort of explanation. She came up short, not saying anything of value except for her name. Ainsley. Honestly, what the hell kind of name was that? It seemed terribly obscure, and void of any good derivative nicknames. What were her parental thinking? Oh well. Corrine dismissed it. She wasn't one to ask questions.

Corrine took a sip of the cold, delicious strawberries and creme frapp that was just not beginning to get a little bit melted. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Ainsley," she responded offering a friendly smile. Honestly, she was not entirely sure if it was nice that she had happened upon Miss Ainsley at all. Blue hair, incoherent mumbling, zoning out. This girl might just be more than she had bargained for. However, Corrine always tried very hard to not judge other people based on appearance and first impressions. She was not about to start now. Plus, the girl had saved her from extreme boredom. For that she would be forever thankful.

"My name is Corrine," she added, briefly debating over whether or not to extend her hand. She decided against it, for fear of being a bit too formal. "You're welcome to call me Cori, however, if you would like," she continued, still retaining her genuine smile. She took another sip of her drink; she wanted to finish it before it all melted. After a frapp melted, it was bad news bears. There was no way to revive it, and drinking it melted was definitely out of the question. Corrine looked over at the girl as she continued sipping on the drink. She wracked her brains trying to find something to say to prolong the conversation and break the awkward silence, while not sounding stupid. "So are you from around here, I haven't seen you before?" she finally said, looking over intently at the girl. Corrine had lived right here in Casper, walking the streets and drinking at Starbucks for her entire life, and never once did she recall looking upon Ainsley. With her blue hair, she wasn't someone who was easily forgettable.

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words » millions
tagged » ainsley
music » gypsy punk
outfit » grungy
notes »
lyrics » 21st century breakdown - green day
credit » holly @ caution

[AINSLEY MARIAH HARRIS]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Ainsley ran her tongue over her bottom lip lazily, noting--without any intention of doing anything about it--that it was rather dry. It wouldn't hurt to buy some Burt's Bees or even just some random lip balm from somewhere and Ainsley almost considered doing so on the way home, but at the same time, it was pointless. Her lips would get dry, she'd fix them, she'd lose the lip balm, then the cycle would repeat, sucking her money one tube of Chapstick at a time. "Corrine..." Ainsley said lightly, almost as if she'd heard the name somewhere before and was trying to remember where, though she hadn't and she wasn't. The name was pretty and rolled right over Ainsley tongue. It made her think of kittens. "That's pretty. It's a French name, right? At least, I think it is." Ainsley cocked her head to one side, studying Cori intently. "Are you French?" she finally asked after a couple beats of silence. Cori didn't strike her as particularly French, and if Ainsley would have just used common sense, she would have realized that the other girl didn't even have a French accent, which severely lowered her chances that she was French. But Ainsley didn't quite realize this.

With a shrug, Ainsley took another sip of her latte to keep herself busy while she thought. She was sure that Corrine's question was a perfectly lucid, reasonable one, but for some reason, Ains couldn't quite make any sense of it without thinking hard. "I'm not from here originally," Ainsley answered slowly before it dawned on her that Corrine wasn't asking for Ainsley's entire history; the girl was simply wondering if Ainsley currently lived here. "But yeah, I do. I mean, I am." Ainsley took a deep breath, trying to find her brain from wherever she'd left her. Why am I acting drunk? she asked herself. It'd been hours since the effect of the vodka and beer had worn off from her. The only reason as to why she was acting like this that Ainsley could come up with was that she just wasn't used to hangovers that weren't deadened by some form of self-medication. "I do live here," Ainsley said finally. "Not here in Starbucks," she added, as if for clarification, though she couldn't imagine anyone somehow thinking that she had meant otherwise.

"I'm just going to walk away and let you pretend this was a totally normal conversation that you just had." Ainsley made no move to stand up, though she did cover her eyes with her fingertips, massaging her eyelids and trying to make herself lucid. It worked, but only a little bit. She could only imagine how weird this whole situation must have been for Corrine, having a strange person--who looked homeless to say the very least--sit down and babble like a madwoman. In fact, Ainsley wouldn't blame Cori if, by the end of this encounter, the girl thought that she was an escapee from a nearby insane asylum. She sure looked the part and it wasn't as if her brilliant intellect--factious wording intended--was proving otherwise.

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