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Post by lin on Jul 20, 2012 14:47:05 GMT -8
Lin was still on cloud nine about the fact that her band, Phoenix Rising, had been asked to perform at the Constellations Music Festival. Even now that they had arrived in Venice she could hardly believe it. There were so many people everywhere, so many different bands and artists, to be able to be counted among them was almost surreal. Come to think of it, Lin had felt similarly when they released their first album and she saw it on a shelf in the store. They had yet to get to the point of fame where every other person would recognize her, though Lin had encountered a fan or two that had asked for her autograph. She, of course, was more than happy to oblige.
To think that now there were some people that actually wanted to know her, were made happy because of something that she and her band-mates did... It was a feeling unlike any other. Smiling faintly from behind her over-sized sunglasses and the shade of her umbrella, Lin stepped into a small cafe off the cobblestone street, the smell of espresso and Italian-style baked goods meeting her nose immediately. She inhaled deeply, how lovely it was. They had been in Venice for less than a week, though Lin had already developed something of a routine in the afternoon before rehearsal. Every day she came to the tiny, quaint cafe and got herself a tiny cup of black espresso and a biscotti in whatever flavour they were serving that day.
"Gratzi," said Lin with a smile when she received her order. It was one of the few Italian words that she knew and could pronounce with any sort of accuracy. She hoped she might pick up a little more during this stay, though she wasn't concerned with obtaining fluency. Lin already spoke her native Mandarin as well as English, and that was an accomplishment enough for her. She took her espresso and biscotti (today it was almond) to the corner table. Lin liked to sit in corners so long as there wasn't anyone on either side of her. It was a good vantage point to watch everyone else. Though she was being watched quite a bit herself. She was fashion-forward to the point of peculiar, and her albinism generally attracted stares no matter where she went. She lightly dipped the end of her biscotti into the minute espresso cup before biting into it, quite content to be sitting alone in the cafe.
A young couple came in, holding hands and speaking rapid Italian with one another in hushed, loving tones. How sweet. Lin, however, was afraid to get to that point in any sort of relationship, give that much of herself to someone else. She didn't want to get hurt, she had been hurt so much in her life already. Sighing lightly, Lin's gaze followed the couple as the young man put his arm around the woman, really they were adorable. Nibbling on the end of her biscotti, Lin wondered what it might be like to be in a relationship like that, have someone who wanted to hold her like that. Entirely lost in thought, Lin failed to noticed that she had been approached. At the sound of someone clearing their throat, she blinked a couple of times before directing her icy blue gaze at...
Outfit
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Post by christian on Jul 24, 2012 8:22:44 GMT -8
 Rolling onto his back, Christian let out a yawn. He glanced over at his clock and groaned; was it really that late? His friends had gotten him to stay out late again; he hadn't gotten back until hours after midnight. Honestly, Christian wasn't sure when he got home--or how, really. It wasn't that he was drinking; it just seemed as though he'd been walking around half-asleep already. With a sigh, Christian threw off his blanket and climbed out of bed, making a beeline for the shower. He washed himself quickly and began to get ready for the day. Chris randomly grabbed at clothes, which happened to be black jeans, a plain brown tee, and a denim vest that screamed his nationality. Looking at himself in the mirror, he frowned to see he barely matched; but at this point he could care less. Throwing a hat on his wet hair and slipping on some vans, he ran out the door of his room and out onto the street.
Of course, it was there Christian realized he had no reason to rush; he had absolutely nothing to do today until much later. Angrily, he kicked a trash can, which caused everyone on the street to stare at him. Blushing, he muttered a sorry and jogged off, embarrassed at himself. The morning wasn't going well for him. Well, afternoon. It was probably because he had slept late, which had thrown everything off. Slowly down to a walk, he slipped his hands into his pockets and continued walking. Perhaps he would find someplace new to visit; a cute little shop or some restaurant he hadn't been to yet. There would be no way he'd get to them all, though Christian had decided he wouldn't eat at the same place twice if possible.
He ended up stopping in front of a small cafe. It looked like just the place Christian would like to grab a small snack from. Pushing the door open, he headed straight to the counter and patiently waited his turn. He panicked for a moment when he realized it was his turn, and the person behind the counter was speaking Italian. Sure, it was expected here, but Christian knew nothing other than the basics. Hello, bye (which happened to be the same word, sorta), thanks, and what. Oh, and 'could I get a...'; which he'd looked up online. He'd managed to pick some other things up, at least what they meant. So he knew they were asking what he'd like. Blushing, Christian looked up at the menu and looked for something familiar. "Um, Ciao...Potrei avere un..." He stumbled over his words, but he eventually ended up getting a strong coffee and some sort of cookie. Christian thanked and paid them, then turned and looked for somewhere to sit. In the corner, he saw a small woman with shockingly white hair--well, if that wasn't who he thought it was, he'd be pretty damn surprised.
Christian stopped in front of the table and grinned. "Hey, Lin! I didn't expect to find you here." He told her. Really, he hadn't expected to see anyone he knew at all. Chris had met Lin quite a few times prior and now considered her a friend. Of course, he had no idea what she thought. He only hoped he didn't annoy her; once he started to get comfortable with someone he became much more outgoing. "How have you been?" Chris continued, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Er...you don't mind if I sit, do you?" He asked her another question, eying the seat across from her.
tagged . miss lin!
outfit . here
listening to . stories [album] - rains
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Post by lin on Jul 24, 2012 14:31:13 GMT -8
Lin absently swung her legs beneath the table, a juvenile habit that she had yet to outgrow. Mostly because she still remained the size of a child, and even with her ridiculous heels her feet didn't quite reach the floor. It had used to bother her, particularly during her teenage years when she had been so vulnerable to cruel peers, though now Lin felt she was comfortable with her size. Sure, she still wore the highest heels that she could possibly walk in, but that was more for the purpose of her being able to reach things and look people in the eye without straining her neck- rather than her own insecurity. Lin still remained woefully unsure of herself, the result of years of merciless bullying, but she was getting better. Never again would she turn to the razor to solve her problems, she wouldn't hurt herself anymore.
She smiled when she saw that it was none other than Christian James who had approached her. He was a fellow musician who was performing at Constellations, and was a genuinely nice guy. Lin brushed her hair behind her shoulders, taking note of what he had ordered. It didn't seem too far off what she always got for herself from this place. Coffee instead of espresso, a different sort of cookie over the biscotti she favoured. She didn't know Christian all that well, though Lin was hoping to change that. Her band-mates constantly nagged that as their frontwoman she needed to get out and mingle more, form more connections for them, though it was a difficult task for her. She found she almost never knew what to say to anyone- even when around children she was an awkward mess.
"Hello, Christian," Lin said warmly. It was nice to have people approach her and not be hostile, though even with being graduated for four whole years she still wasn't entirely used to it. She dipped the end of her biscotti into her espresso again, allowing the crunchy cookie to soak up the liquid and soften it. "All right, I suppose," said Lin, "erm, what about you?" There she was, tripping over her words again. Her speaking always had a way of retaining a slight hint of awkwardness, however. Lin's thick Chinese accent had gradually melted away throughout her childhood, to the point where she now sounded more like a London-dweller than someone who would be in the streets of Beijing. Though her voice still carried some of her former accent, sometimes making her "l"s sound suspiciously like "r"s.
"Oh! No, of course not," Lin said quickly, how rude of her, she should have offered rather than waited for him to ask. She still wasn't all that good with the whole social thing. Enough so to the point where people were surprised that she sang in a band. Oddly enough, Lin didn't get stage fright, singing in front of a crowd was easy. Talking to an individual was impossibly difficult.
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