falling on you -gazelle

[joseph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://cdn5.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/reelwire/blog/2012/05/rupert-grint1-100x100.jpg); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: the beautiful gazelle, played by the lovely lady. WORDS: ### STATUS: complete A pencil was twirling around in his bright red hair. He was beginning to get frusterated with this article. What did he honestly care if George Freemont beat the reigning champion Lawrence Flint at a pie eating contest? He always felt those types of events were so pointless wasn't America already known as the fattest country on Earth? Often causing people to deny this fact, or pretend they didn't understand how this became to be? Yet, really it all nearly made sense. America the home for fast eating contests, and going through fast food restaurants daily. Joe wasn't a saint when it came to his eating habits he really wasn't. He just would never engorge himself in food, but he most defiantly loved his French fries from McDonalds, his daily coffee from the bookstore, and of course, pizza, I mean who didn't? It just was ridiculous when it came to contests like this and then watching as the contestants threw it all up. It was a waste of food, and it just made the people that participated sick. The pies would be much better sent off to some place that couldn't afford food and actually needed it. Not some oversized pigs... In all honesty, if it wasn't for this article Joe would not even be reeling over this problem with the contests. He may have even gotten a soft kick out of the event. It just always felt like his boss was giving him the most pathetic stories to cover. Just once, he wanted to write about something that interested him and interested the readers. He wanted to write about something meaningful, something that would help his career, or at least help the people of the community. It seemed the person that always got the articles he wanted to write about went to the boss's son. Rather displeasing really. His best friend always told him that he deserved the stories he wanted, he was a much better writer then Diggory Jackson. Joe was never certain if it was just said because the man was his best mate, or if it was said because it was truth. From what he gathered his friend meant every word he said, after all...it was Joe that had to edit all of Diggory's mistakes, and even stoop as far as helping him sometimes write the articles. Joe hated how often he would help but how could he not? The man got the articles he wanted, the articles that needed to be seen by the world and Joe always wanted to help make sure the people noted how important what was being written needed to be known. He let out a frustrated groan before slowly standing up from the table and stuffing his papers into his binder. Feeling that it was a decent time to catch him a break he wondered over to the Coffee section of the bookstore. This was the main reason he spent many hours in this little store. A coffee shop, a place to relax and read, and even tables that allowed him to work. It was really like a tiny paradise for the Rowling man. He did enjoy his apartment but sometimes it was nice to get out of the home and venture out of the cluttered home, and into town. Getting out his wallet, he ordered a caramel latte, with extra whip cream and paid the man behind the counter. The coffee only took about five minutes to make, and when he got it, he gave the woman behind the counter a soft smile, as he thanked her. Turning on his heels, he breathed in the smell of the coffee, one of his favorite smells. As he was trudging his way back to where he was sitting prior he missed a few steps and rammed right into a person, his face immediately turning a bright shade of red, as small drops of liquid fell out of his cup. “I’m so sorry…” he breathed out, embarrassment etching its way onto his face. Not daring to look up at the person, not quite yet anyways, never being good at confrontation after events like these.

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[GAZELLE CAOILAINN MCCOURT]

Being a dancer, Gazelle knew how to be on her feet for prolonged periods of time. Since that morning she'd been roaming around the town, arms over her chest, reliving a whirlwind of memories as she visited places she hadn't seen since she was a child. It was all so strange, all of the places seemed so much grander in her memory, so much greater, so much more magical. It was still nice to see places that held such positive memories, anyways. Aside from walking up and down the streets, she'd been popping in and out of shops, although never spending a dime. One day, she hoped, she would be able to get her feet planted more firmly on the ground but her rent, bills and food were eating at her pay check.

With a small wallet, she'd partaken that moment in a strange habit of hers that she'd been doing for years. It wasn't something she did just when broke, however, she did it whenever she needed a distraction, when she needed to breath and calm down. The habit in question was roaming around furniture stores, admiring the beautiful furniture and knick knacks. She'd always loved furniture stores, she wasn't entirely sure why. She loved watching people buying things to make their house a home, to make it beautiful and full of things they loved. Gazelle liked to imagine her future home, thinking that all those material objects could make her feel better. They did, in a weird way. Beauty was the next best thing to laughter.

However, broke as the girl was, Gazelle was able to indulge herself in a few small ways. One way was with books and the other; coffee. Before moving out of her parents house and going to college, she'd never once had the chance to try coffee or anything stronger than a sugarless tea. "Coffee will rot your insides!"her mother proclaimed for years, she seemed to do that with most foods the averaged teenager liked to stuff their face with. Pizza, hamburgers, junk food of any kind, chocolate...all of it was nearly prohibited, for her at least. There were rare occasions where she'd be indulged but they were few and far between. Such eating habits had stuck with her, for the most part, once she left home, although she'd gone and developed a vicious sweet tooth since then.

Gazelle had decided once she had woken up that morning that it would be a day for indulgence. She'd bought herself breakfast and stepped over the threshold of the book store, planning on purchasing a new book or two and lavishly made coffee. Most likely french vanilla, the girl was addicted to the taste and the smell and couldn't get enough of it. A set of books had just been purchased when she finally made her way to the coffee shop, however, she didn't get far before she was suddenly and ungracefully run into. Despite the calmness of her day, the irritation bubbled up inside her as she felt the hot liquid of the strangers drink splash onto her shirt sleeve. Gazelle cursed, shaking her arm as if it might expel the coffee from her beige blouse. "Would you mind to watch where you're going?"her voice quiet but she was more than clearly annoyed, brows pulled together as she looked up at him. Nothing about him registered...at first, although her expression was quick to change as she found his face to be incredibly familiar. It was bound to happen, of course, running into someone she had known as a girl. She was just trying to work out who he was and for a moment it seemed hopeless until a name suddenly fell from her lips. "Joe...Joseph Rowling?"

[joseph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://cdn5.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/reelwire/blog/2012/05/rupert-grint1-100x100.jpg); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: the beautiful gazelle, played by the lovely lady. WORDS: ### STATUS: complete His face was still beaming that bright shade of red. Something he could never quite avoid when it came to his appearance. It seemed to be a trait with almost any ginger haired people of the world. Their skin most often pale, causing their embarrassment and flustered faces to shine that bright shade of red. His mother had been no different she had been the one he inherited his bright red hair from. He assumed his father must have had lighter complexion as well because the ginger trait was a rare one. Joe however could not be one hundred percent certain though because his father had never actually been in his life. He had no real desire to go seeking the man either because as far as he was concerned the man was a jackass. The man that knocked up his mother and then left her alone in the world. After his mother's death, his first reaction was to find his father, seek him out. However, the moment he met his best friend, and the friend's parents he instantly knew all hope was not lost. This friend's family quickly becoming his own, treating him like a son. And for the first time in his life Joe actually had a proper, safe environment to live in. As much as he loved his mother sometimes, he wondered if what happened had been for the best or he could have turned out just as bad as she had. It might just have been a horrible blessing in disguise. He no doubt loved her, and he knew she loved him with what she could but the life she was leading led her straight toward her death. A small sigh escaped his lips, his hands shaking, "I'm sorry," escaped his lips again. Just by the tone in her voice, he could tell she had been annoyed. It was the last thing on earth he had wanted to happen this morning. He hesitated before slowly allowing his eyes to meet up with whom he had made the mistake of running into. A look of pure guilt etched out into his eyes as he gave her an apologetic look. That look quickly being replaced with a sort of glisten as he squinted at her, the expression on her face had changed from annoyed to one of knowing. The woman before him knew his name? It had baffled him ever so slightly because at first he had no real clue as to who she was. Then it occurred to him, absorbing those brown eyes he quickly knew who was standing in front of him. Elle McCort. "Elle," he whispered, a wide grin quickly crossing out onto his lips. She had been one of his first real friends he ever had as a child. He had met her back when he was just a young child at a camp he was enrolled in along with his best friend. She had quickly become one of the guys best buddies even if she was a girl, she had fit in nicely with the two and the three quickly became the camps trio. They were inseparable all summer. At one point in time Joe even had a tiny crush on the girl, her being the first girl he ever got those butterflies with but he had ignored them at the time. She was just extremely cute and it probably hadn't helped that she was the first girl that ever paid any attention to him. Standing in front of her those tinges of butterflies reappeared but he again ignored them. Assuming it was just because the woman she had become was not at all unattractive. She had most certainly grown into her looks over the past few years. "I'm so sorry," he expressed again for the third time, "I really do need to watch where i'm going," he gave an awkward look, as that guilty look crossed his face again. "What are you doing here?" he questioned. It was so bizarre to see her again. He had honestly thought when she left it was the last time he would ever see the girl again. That she was gone forever and wouldn't ever return here. It had been hard seeing her leave for both him and his buddy because she had grown to be a part of them, and now, seeing her here, standing in front of him...it was pure joy. He couldn't even contain the smile on his face that seemed to have been drawn on with permanent marker.

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[GAZELLE CAOILAINN MCCOURT]

For the most part, most of Gazelle's days were extraordinarily mundane and repetitive. She woke up, went for a run, went to work, came home, danced in her small living room and went to bed. She was still working on finding a small ballet studio to join but that meant money and that meant working extra hours at work to get that money. Just two days prior before she'd worked back to back shifts, one being a night shift and she was still feeling groggy from the prolonged period with little to no sleep. Though, today, running into someone so valued from her past, hopefully, would mean a good deviation from her new life.

Gazelle had never thought she'd see his face again, she'd never really expected to see the town again but obviously three months ago all such thoughts had gone out the window. Returning to your hometown after so long was strange. Especially when it was the same and entirely differently all at once. New complexes of houses were built, stores closed and changed, schoolmates grown up...she just hopped that this old friend hadn't been one of those things that had gone and changed, well, not in a bad way at least. She hoped he was still very much the boy she'd loved spending time with and running around with at camp with. One of the few escapes she'd ever gotten from her parents when she was young, it was the only time she'd gone to a camp not set in a church's basement and she'd loved it. Was it possible to overdose on nostalgia? If so, Gazelle was close now that she'd run into Joe after so long.

Although, not all the memories linked to Joe were pleasant ones. Her mother, knowing about his mother, had never approved of their friendship and was frequently trying to rip her away from her two closest friends. She'd stop at nothing to keep her child away from the 'darkness and sins of the world'. She had meant well but Gazelle would always resent her for suffocating her. Gazelle had missed them terribly when she'd first moved away but it had faded as time went on but she never forgot about them, and she'd thought about the pair a . No one ever forgets their best friends when they're children. They're the ones that set the standards for the rest of ones life. It was so strange to go so long without seeing one. The last time she'd seen him he was just an awkward boy but now? Not so much.

"No, no it's alright,"she reassured with a small smile, the anger she had felt gone the instant she'd recognized him. "Well, I'm here to get a french vanilla coffee for one,"she laughed, hoping to lighten the mood of their literal run in moments before and to lessen his embarrassment so evident by the red of his cheeks. "And I moved back, a few months ago...how have you been? It's been a while, hasn't it?" Eight years to be exact, she could still remember the day she, her mother, father and brother had moved away and all the tears she'd shed.

[joseph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://cdn5.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/reelwire/blog/2012/05/rupert-grint1-100x100.jpg); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: the beautiful gazelle, played by the lovely lady. WORDS: ### STATUS: complete He remembered the day she left all too clearly and it was coming back into his thoughts at full speed. His friend and himself both allowed their masculinity to shed (not that they had any, even if they pretended they were tough boys,) for a few minutes as they cried watching their best friend leave. He remembered ever so slightly that both had promised to write her letters, and he remembered her parents glaring daggers at the two boy’s promises, mainly the redheaded received the glares. It seemed her parents were very keen on not wanting the boys to have anything to do with their daughter. Looking back now Joe could understand as to why some parents would not give the boy a second glance. His mom had been a druggie that died because of the drugs, Joe had been fortunate that his best friend's family was not at all like most other families. They had just welcomed him in with no questions asked; they gave him a chance that most would never have. They took him under their arms and told him he was not his parent's child. Joe did grow into this fact and he had his buddies parents to thank for this. Even with those dreaded looks from the McCourt’s it had not stopped Joe from the passing thoughts he should contact her. He even had a letter he wrote her once asking her how she had been. It was never sent however because he ended up throwing it back inside the drawer. He wondered if it would have even mattered if he ended up sending it. The letter would have had to gone through her parents and it may have never even gotten to her. It could have been pointless but it may not have been. But being a young just going into his teenage years boy letters and communicating 'lost friends' had been one of the last things he was about to do. So instead, he just accepted that Gazelle was no longer part of his life and moved on from that friendship. He was used to people coming and going from his life which was why he didn't allow too many people to enter it, or at least didn't allow himself to get attached to them. He just kept to the three people he could trust and that was basically just his buddy, and buddies parent's. But boy was it excellent to see her again. That smile was still plastered on his face, as his red face finally slowly subsided, still slightly visible but it was not as bad. "It's good to see you," he nodded his head. Wondering as to why she hadn't tried to communicate with him or his best friend sooner. Actually he hadn't known if she tried contacting his buddy considering he hasn't been able to talk to him in a while (even while living with the man, both being busy). He supposed he couldn't exactly fault her for not contacting him they had been out of each other’s lives for eight years, and who knew if he had even still been in Hadley. That and had she any real way to contact him? Probably not. It still would have been nice to know she was back in town but their friendship basically ended the day she rode off with her parents, and since then the two never talked again until this exact moment. "You must let me buy you your coffee," he insisted, "I owe you after what I just did...I do hope you’re ok," he said giving her another apologetic look, as he pulled out his wallet. His face returning to that slight shade of red again just at mentioning his embarrassment.

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[GAZELLE CAOILAINN MCCOURT]

"It's good to see you too," she replied with a broad smile, adjusting her grip on her new books and the navy pea coat draped over her arm. Gazelle couldn't get over how strange it was, running into someone you hadn't seen in so long and the fact that the last time you'd seen them they'd been a foot and a half shorter. He looked like himself and yet so entirely different she wondered if she'd simply passed him on the street and hadn't stood directly in front of him if she'd ever recognize him, perhaps not.

Joe wasn't the only one of her friends that her mother and father had turned their noses up at. Many of the friends that follow him were also scowled at and judged when meet and their lives become known to her parents. Her best friend in her first year of high school was never allowed over again because her mother had been talking to another parent in the PTA that had overheard something or other, something that Gazelle never found out about. "She's from a home of sin, she's a bad influence,"she would say, in fact she said it about Joe, the aforementioned friend, friends from ballet class...It was frustrating being yelled at for her choice of friends. Why couldn't her mother ever understand that they were good, decent people and the way they lived their lives didn't change that?

"It was just a little bit of coffee,"Gazelle reminded him with a small smile. "But that would be really nice, thank you." Gazelle never turned down offers that would save her money, even if only a couple of bucks. A penny was a penny and that was a lot to a struggling twenty year old. Besides, it was the perfect excuse to sit down and have a nice chat with him. It would be good to catch up after so long. Years ago, Gazelle had in fact written letters to both Joe, his best friend and others but for some reason no responses were ever received. At first, she was heartbroken but than caught sight one day of her father dropping them in the trashcan on the way out of the house when he promised to deliver them for her. Up to that point in her life, she'd never been as heartbroken as that. Moving away was hard enough but knowing her parents were lying to her and trying to make her friends believe they didn't care? Even now it made her horribly sad.

Slipping past him she headed to the cashier and ordered her French Vanilla and turning her eyes back on Joe once she did. "So, how are you? What have you been up to?" She was viciously curious about what he was doing with his life, what he'd done and how he was.

[joseph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://cdn5.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/reelwire/blog/2012/05/rupert-grint1-100x100.jpg); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: the beautiful gazelle, played by the lovely lady. WORDS: ### STATUS: complete He gave her a soft smile. In all the scenarios he pictured the way going today, nothing ever came close to this. It really was a good situation to brighten up his day. Just moments ago he was wheedling his pencil in his hair frustrated beyond belief. Ruddy pie eating contests anyways what good were they? It seemed his idea for a break happened at the exact right time. If he had still been sitting at that table in his frustrated state he would have never walked right into Gazelle. Joe could have wished that he had seen her in a more graceful way but maybe it was the way it needed to be done. Joe could have easily walked right past her without a second thought. Being so absorbed in his own thoughts that he wouldn't have looked up and realized that he just passed an old friend. It could have easily been the Universe's sick and twisted mind that made him look ungraceful ramming into her, and then claimed it was fate that he did just that. It was actually all somewhat laughable for anyone else that wasn't Joe, or maybe Elle. But she seemed ok, and seemed happy to see him which was a plus. He took a small sip of his coffee, thankful it had not been excruciating hot. He would have felt so awful if he had burned her. He had heard about a man once that scolded his leg on McDonald’s coffee once and if that would have happened he would probably never forgive himself. He followed after her as she went up to gather up her coffee, and paid the person behind the counter. The woman looked at him and chuckled ever so slightly, causing his face to go back to red. She had clearly saw him run into Elle and got her daily dose of entertainment from the whole situation. He ran a hand through his hair as she gave him his change back, and he quickly put his wallet back into his back pocket. At least things didn't go any worse for Joe, if it hadn't been Elle he could have been put in an even bigger embarrassment involving someone shouting at him. He turned back to Elle and gave her a soft smile as she asked what he had been doing. "Not a lot really," he paused, his face going a bit red again. "I just have been working at the local newspaper," he told her. He was slightly ashamed he didn't have something more interesting to tell her, that he didn't amount into something extraordinary after school, but he still had time. "I'm working on a novel though," he said with a slight grin. He had been working on it for the past year but it was coming along slowly, he knew many authors took their time when it came to working on novels, and books. He was just hoping that within time it would become well enough to publish, also within time he was hoping he would get a better spot with the Newspaper. "Dan and me have an apartment together now as well," he said with a short grin, it probably wouldn't have come to no huge surprise to her. The two had been inseparable since the age of ten, and luckily for them they still were, he was thankful for his buddy. "What about you?" he asked her with curiosity, wondering how life had been treating her these past few years.

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[GAZELLE CAOILAINN MCCOURT]

Gazelle, on the other hand, thought the woman's laughter at their situation made it a bit better. If it had of been serious, she probably wouldn't of been laughing but it was a mere run in and the damage was a simple stain that could easily be taken care of. Gazelle nodded a thank you to the woman and stepping aside to wait for her coffee. Once the sweet, hot french vanilla coffee was handed to her, she headed towards a table near the back of the small cafe before responding to Joe.

"The newspaper? That's brilliant!,"she replied with a wide grin, clearly happy for her old friend who'd gotten a job writing for a newspaper, small as it may be. Small things like that were great starting points to bigger and greater opportunities. She couldn't recall, in fact, if Joe had always liked to write or if he'd developed a love for it in their time apart. "A novel?"pausing for a moment to sip at her drink before she continued, "That's amazing...what's it about?" Her curiosity would not let up anytime soon, she wanted to know all about his life over the past eight years and hopped after this meeting there'd be another one.

"And that's good! How is Dan?"She kept firing off more questions and she hadn't answered his yet at all. Gazelle, truthfully, didn't really feel like talking about herself at all but to be polite, she answered. "I'm taking a year or so off from school right now,"more like an indefinite hiatus, she didn't say. She didn't want him to know, not right yet at least, the downward spiral of her life in recent months. "But I'm working as a receptionist at the Vet clinic, have my own apartment, trying to find a ballet studio to join...It's nice." She really wasn't lying, she was simply giving him vague truths and leaving out the fact that her apartment was basically a single room with a small kitchen and a teeny tiny bathroom and her apartment building always smelled like old laundry.

[joseph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://cdn5.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/reelwire/blog/2012/05/rupert-grint1-100x100.jpg); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: the beautiful gazelle, played by the lovely lady. WORDS: ### STATUS: complete Part of him nearly wished he hadn't mentioned the Newspaper. If she got curious and searched his articles, he would be ashamed. Not of his writing style but more so because of the articles he wrote. It would be very clear he did not have much say with what he wrote about. If the red headed man did then he would certainly be picking the stupidest stories to cover. His stories ranged from pie eating contests, to burping contests, to men making fools of themselves in various ways. It would be something to be proud of if it was on charities, and important causes in the world. This however was not the case causing him to be rather ashamed of his job. He just hoped someday he would be fortunate to become something bigger in the writing world. It just seemed so very far off in the distant future it was sickening. He let his feet now drag himself over to the table she was sitting at, and took a seat across from her. His face turning a slight shade of red, at the mention of his novel. He did not talk about it all that often, only his friend knew much about it. This was because he was the only person he knew that wouldn’t laugh even if it sounded like total crap. He stared down at his coffee, and fidgeted every so often. Then reminded himself that Elle had been his friend at one point too, how different could she be? Even though he knew deep down she really was now a complete stranger. But, instead of being awkward he just took a breath and gave a brief description. "About a man that wants to avenge his mother's death," he paused, his eyes still staring down at his coffee," after he watched her get murdered," he finished with a hesitant breath. He knew Elle knew about his mother's death and this novel was his outlet on what he witnessed. He in no way planned on actually revenging his mother's death the book was just where he could let his imagination run wild. Say and do what he was thinking the night that happened, say and do what he wished he could do without consequences. His mother may not have been the best parent but he never wished death upon her, and she still was his mom. He knew everything happened for a reason and it led him to his best friend but it didn't mean he had positive thoughts all the time. He finally managed to look back up at Gazelle, and gave her a short smile, "He's great," he let her know, as he took a sip of his coffee. "Well, that sounds nice," he gave her a bright grin. It sounded like she was doing well, as well as she could be doing anyways. "Do you want to work with animals? Or were you leaning more toward dancing?" he questioned her, curious as to where she wanted her life to head. He had known she was a good dancer because back when they were younger, she often danced jokingly around with him and his buddy. However, she did most of the dancing as the two of them just watched her, shaking their heads about joining in with her. To this day, the red headed man still could not dance and much preferred to watch this art form, then live in it himself.

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[GAZELLE CAOILAINN MCCOURT]

Gazelle watched and listened to him intently as he went over the premise of her novel. At his verbal summary of the plot, she was unable to keep her face from falling into an expression of sympathy. For a prolonged moment, she was silent. Even when she first knew of his situation as a child, she'd had nothing to say. She never knew what to say to such things, what the proper response was. Gazelle only sighed, dropping her eyes to her own coffee for a moment before finally speaking after a quick sip of the hot liquid. "Sounds...interesting." She was quite proud, however, that he'd been able to find an outlet for his pent up emotions and trauma.

As a child, knowing he was without his mother, sometimes she couldn't help certain horrible thoughts from slipping into her mind; what situation was worse? Being motherless, for whatever reason, or having a mother whom suffocated you? Even if she meant to do so with love. As a child she'd been foolish to think such things...neither situation was wonderful, and incomparable to the other. Every situation differed and she cringed whenever she remembered she had done such things. "How much of it have you written?"she inquired, hoping to remove the sad little rain cloud that hung in the air now above their conversation.

"Well, to be honest, I do love being around the animals...but it's difficult some days, knowing when a pet comes in and walks to that back door..."Gazelle frowned and washed the sad little thought away with a sip of her french vanilla coffee. So much for removing the gloom. "I want to dance...specifically as a principle dancer for a company, any company, any theater...so, yes, I want to dance." Dancing was the one constant that Gazelle had ever had in her life, the only thing that kept her sane and functioning, to be frank. Dancing was the only time where she felt like she could really breath and think and manage vicious memories. "Although, not to say I don't love the clinic...I adopted my cat from there, actually...Marius, is his name."

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[joseph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://cdn5.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/reelwire/blog/2012/05/rupert-grint1-100x100.jpg); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: the beautiful gazelle, played by the lovely lady. WORDS: ### STATUS: complete The stories name always seemed to change as did they center and the way it ended. Joe was the type of bloke that was always difficult on himself regarding his writings. He never felt they were good enough no matter how often Nate, or anybody else expressed his his writings pulled them in, made them intrigued wanting to read more. People at the Newspaper were constantly saying if anyone was to get the best articles in the work environment these stories should go to Rowling. Joe was the one that edited everything, gave the other's ideas, and never asked for much in return. His payment in return was rather thankless and many felt the boss took him for granted. Unfortunately, the boy was not one to really stand up for himself and often went with the flow of his job. He was just fortunate to have a job in writing, and it didn't mean he still did not hold out with hope for a better gig someday. He did each day, every morning he woke up hoping he would get a better story to write that day, or a better start to his novel. He even had those small moments where he hoped one of his short stories would get published...none of this had yet to happen, but he still held onto the thoughts of good things would one day come his way, regarding his future in writing. "Depends on the day," he rolled back his shoulders, giving her a wide grin. Because of his constant need to change everything in his novel, every time he got closer to the finish line, he stumbled back and threw away some of his ideas. "I'm still trying to decide the ending," he gave a short smile. He often debated rather he wanted to kill the man off in the ending. A bitter sweet story of revenge that ended with a lesson. A lesson to not go seeking for trouble because the price could end in a failure. Joe felt the story would end with a bitter sweetness as well leaving the readers dwelling on the ending just because the boy would be reunited with his mother, at long last. The people around the man however would have to deal with a death, and death was never one taken lightly. Parts of his heart seemed to struggle with actually killing of the lead character. The man was a lot like him considering it was his twisted mind, killing off him would be considered slightly morbid. It could end with him seeking his revenge, and winning. This was one of those predictable endings and parts of Joe wanted something new, something unexpected. Something that stroked the readers hearts and left them with a smile, or even tears. Something that made his book memorable, and this is why he struggled, and why many pages were thrown away, or deleted off his computer. He needed something unique, and he felt both winning or the death would be predictable. He lifted his cup up to his lips, lightly blowing on the hot liquid, as he took a sip. Then quickly set the cup down giving a quick wince, his face going red. "That never fails," he muttered under his breath, "I can never drink anything without my tongue getting scorched," he said shaking his head, giving a light laugh at his own failure. As he listened to her speak of the animal clinic a small frown etched his face for only a few seconds. "That part would be hard..." he paused, "I've always been the type to be more upset at the ending of a novel, or movie when the pet dies rather than the human," he told her earnestly. He swirled his latte in his cup, looking a little bit fidgety as he debated if he should take another sip or not, hesitating he decided against it for the time being, and set it back down. A small smile finally appeared back on the boy's face as she mentioned dancing. Joe had never been very fond of dancing, mainly because he did not exactly know how. He remembered how while they were kids at camp she would be dancing around gracefully, as Nate and Joe danced around her jokingly, always causing her to often scuff and roll her eyes at the boys. Joe was about as skilled in dancing as he was back in camp...except he didn't even jokingly try to dance anymore, he wasn't as keen to make himself look like a fool around people anymore. "Well, when that happens I’ll have to come watch you dance, i'm sure you'll be amazing." he told her, then smiled at the mention of her cat. "So not only are you a dancer, you’re a cat savior too," he gave her a quick grin, "It sounds like things are going decent for you then? Yeah?"

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With her limited knowledge of authors and writers, as far as Gazelle could tell, it was rare that a writer ever really knew how their story would or could end up. They could anticipate, plan of course, but it seemed to her that a lot of the time the character's within a story took on a new shape and personality the more they were written. Sometimes, without knowing, an author could write a completely different story than the one they planned. Sometimes, writing just happened and, sometimes, it was a good thing. Gazelle truly didn't know much, about from her small experiences with writing assignments in school but it didn't seem like the easiest hobby or past time that was out there. Authors always seemed so...stressed out, so engulfed in their work. Than again, anyone who was passionate about anything and strove for perfection probably felt and came off that way. She knew, deep down, she very much seemed as someone who had a past time in which she obsessed over to no end. Gazelle always had been a perfectionist, even as a child, and she probably always would be.

"I'm sure you'll come up with the perfect ending, eventually," she replied with a smile, hands wrapped tightly around her warm coffee cup. Gazelle was curious to how Joseph planned on ending his story but she decided not to pry, assuming that if he hadn't figured it out yet, that perhaps he had no plans to share it. Than again she could be assuming wrong and he could even be hoping to discuss it in plans of trying to work it out but, still, she remained quiet on the matter of the end of his novel. Besides, she expected and hoped that they'd have a chance to discuss his novel and other things in future conversations, anyways.

Gazelle hid the amused look on her face behind her own coffee cup, but spoke in concern after taking a safe sip of her drink. "You alright?"raising an eyebrow carefully. "It's...not easy, but I suppose you get used to it. A lot of the animals that are put down are put out of their misery, so it's bittersweet, I'd guess." Gazelle, luckily, took no actual part in the procedure and simply signed them in but the looks upon their owners, or their family rather, faces was always so heart breaking that her heart went out to them each and every time. Such things had to be done though and it ended their suffering. "I think that's because we see animals, pets at least, as completely innocent and good..." She was suddenly inspired to go off on a tangent about the contradictions to her statement, the unfair shown to pitbulls, believed to be cruel and aggressive simply because of their breed. It wasn't their fault some assholes choose them to use in disgusting dog fights and it wasn't their fault they were beaten and trained to be fighters.

But it was not the time to get angry, not at their first meeting in so many years. "Hopefully, I'm still trying to choose a studio,"she was picky about that kind of thing and had been putting research, with multiple criteria, to which dance studio she'd be joining in the near future. "I'm no savior, I just sign people in, answer phone calls and order dog food,"she replied with a shrug. It was true though, she was no hero. Her co-workers, however, were. Decent? Define decent. Yes, she had a job. Yes, she had a home. Yes, she had food and some extra pocket money. Basically, things were decent but in all other aspects of her life? Her family? Her own state, emotionally and mentally? Not so much, but again, it was their first meeting in years and he didn't need to know that and she hoped with all her might that he wouldn't ask her how her family was, because she didn't think she could handle to completely lie but she couldn't tell the whole truth either. "Yeah, it is...sounds like things are going decent for you too."

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[joseph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:450px; padding:0px; border: 12px solid #1c1c1c;] [style=width: 120px; height:120px; float: left; background: transparent; padding: 0px 0px 0px 20px;][style=width: 100px; height:100px; float: left; background: url(http://cdn5.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/reelwire/blog/2012/05/rupert-grint1-100x100.jpg); border: 7px solid #1c1c1c;] [/style] fate fell short this time [style=width: 404px; height:60px; background: transparent; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:105%; text-align: justify; padding:5px 0px 0px 0px;]YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER. - - - - - - - - - - - [/style] TAGGED: the beautiful gazelle, played by the lovely lady. WORDS: ### STATUS: complete Have you ever got through a book and you continued to wonder what happened after the story was finished. The movie Happily Never After seemed to always make him question the ending to fairytales and other amazing endings as well. Was there really a happily ever after? Everyone always assumed as soon as the book was finished, or that television show, or movie, everyone assumed the world was grand for the fictional characters. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't that of course was always up to the authors. Most authors saying everyone did end up with their happily ever after’s except for those select few writers that wrote horrors or those shocking endings, those endings that left a reader in tears, or screams of agony. People seemed to get attached to characters rather easily if they enjoyed them. Joe was really no different and parts of him was hoping he would make a character that was relatable, that people loved. But could he be cruel enough to not give the character a good ending? He wanted the book to be realistic and in the real world,...Joe felt as if there were no happy endings for everyone. People died alone on a daily basis, people died in brutal ways, and people lost loved ones too early, how could that ever become a happy ending? He supposed happy endings were really not happy endings but rather... as good as it can get because it isn't going to get better...so make the best of it. Running a hand through his ginger hair he nodded his head shortly. He left the comment at that hoping that the girl was right. It could take years, months, or days but he was determined to finish this novel which could potentially lead to his 'happy ending' unless his didn't exist and he was the person in the book that died before the ending could become happy for him. Everyone in every story usually did not lead to a happy ending. It was the select few so really how could it be a happy ending if not everyone was happy? Silly question but none the less he still questioned it while writing his story. Joe's face turned that bright red hue again as she asked if he was alright. The embarrassment was clear in his voice as he choked out a, "Y-yeah, I'm good, good..." he muttered, giving an awkward smile, letting out a small cough. "I've been wanting to get a pet," thoughtfully, he told her. "Except I'm not sure if i'd be any good with them. I once had a fish and completely forgot I had it...yeah that didn't go so well..." shaking his head, a guilty expression etched out onto his face. He assumed if he had a cat or dog it wouldn't be so bad, fish were just something easy to forget? They were not entertaining or anything! They just swam in circles for crying out loud! Not a really good excuse but it was all he had. "But in my defense Nate forgot about him too." throwing his friend under the bus to make it not seem so bad, a typical guy move but it was not as if it wasn't true. Both boys had went to pick out the goldfish, naming him Snickers and both boys seemed to forget him until two weeks later, "We did have a funeral for him though, I brought in a flower petal and everything...before flushing him down the toilet" he told her giving an awkward expression, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, as he looked up at her with an awkward guilty looking smile. "I'm sure your cat finds you to be a savior." he told her earnestly, shrugging his shoulders. He may have never had a pet in his life but he saw on movies, and other people with their pets. Pets seemed to really love their owners, all a person had to do was feed them, give them love, play with them, and the pet was most usually in heaven and in awe. Owners most usually did no wrong to an animal, it was a huge reason he wanted a dog because it'd be nice to have that loyal friend...not that Nate wasn't a loyal friend but it was a totally different circumstance. He gave her a soft smile as she said things were going decent for her, "What about everyone else in your life? Family decent? Friends? Boyfriend? Everyone doing decent?" he wasn't sure if she was seeing anything, or who all her friends were but he supposed it didn't hurt to ask. Part of him was just asking to keep the conversation going on account it had been so long since he last saw the girl and he liked being in her company.

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"The poor thing,"Gazelle frowned slightly at the mention of his ill-fated goldfish. She did not say what she was thinking but if someone couldn't even care for a simple little fish than they probably shouldn't care for a pet at all. She only smiled in response to her cat finding her his 'savior'. Gazelle did think that little Marius was aware that she'd taken him in and had given him a good home. He seemed happy enough with her, as he crawled into bed with her every night and was normally glued to her side.

Of course, as anyone catching up with an old friend would, he went and asked about her family. In the few seconds before she answered, she decided to be honest but to not tell the entire truth. "My family has been okay, my brother...passed away not too long ago, so things have been a little rough." That seemed a decent enough answer and she hoped, by her tone and expression, that he wouldn't ask more about it. Gazelle hadn't told a soul about the whole ordeal, well, not really. She'd told an online friend but that was entirely different.

"But we're not bad."She could of laughed, not bad? Her and her parents were not on the best terms and she wasn't sure if it was because they blamed her for her brother's death or because she'd informed them in a heated argument that their God was nonexistent and stupid. "Everything else is good though. Friends, No boyfriend though..."trailing off to look out the window as a group of runners passed by in brightly colored running gear. What was it and joggers with dressing like highlighters?

"What about you?