Posts before now...

These will all be in order from most recent up here, to first down there.

Rosie:

"Well, I didn't get yours either." His voice had a rather amused tone and Vic couldn't tell if he was teasing him or what. "I'm Joel. Joel Zimmerman." Joel gave a smile that basically looked as if he was cool and knew it. He seemed to judge Vic's non-reaction as he slurped his Icee. Vic's heart pounded in his chest like...like a timpani or something. Such nervousness...how did he ever tolerate it? Normalcy for me, Vic thought.

"Excuse me, that's....that's my cat, sir." The girl's voice was shaky, nervous, frightened. Vic raised his eyebrows. Did she think Joel would've...like, killed the darn cat? Jesus, paranoid much. He would've HMPH'd but he wasn't that type of person. He simply stayed quiet and observant. No harm in that, right?

"Oh!" Joel exclaimed loudly, laughing, making a few patrons glance at them. Vic almost told him to shut up because people were staring and it freaked him out, but no, he stayed quiet. "I'm sorry! Here." He stood up and handed the blonde the kitty, who seemed to purr in glee, radiating happiness to be back with its owner. Joel then looked down at Vic and extended a long slender hand. Vic took it in his, noting how it wasn't hot and clammy like his undoubtedly was, but smooth, cold, and comforting. Joel pulled him up and didn't let go. Vic stared off into the distance, thoughts wandering to places they hadn't been since...well, since before Chad, his ex.

"Oh, I'm sorry, haha," Joel muttered, an amused smile playing on his lips, and let Vic's hand go. Joel seemed to blink awkwardly and took a sip of his Icee.

Vic thought back to earlier. He turned to Joel. "You did get my name. I told you I was Vic. Or Victor, either or." He hoped his voice didn't show a hint of the anticipation he was feeling. He grimaced. "Well, I seem to always be forgotten. Not like anything I say matters anyway." His heart ached. God dammit, why does this always happen?! he thought. I overreact toeverything. "I...I better leave.." before anything gets worse. That was left unsaid. Best not to freak the guy out any more than he already had.

AJ:

Hillary smiled cautiously back at him. Well, he was fucking Andrew Lee Potts. Like, the hottest British guy ever. Well, a few others might surpass him, but he was standing right in front of her.

"You-you... I know your name, everybody knows it~!" She said with a laugh, as if he actually had to introduce himself.

"I'm Hillary, Hillary Maroon. That's... this is my cat, Effi." She said this in a quick slur of words, and silently cursed herself for doing so. Effi shuffled a bit in her arms, but she didn't dare let the little calico down. It would have been smart to have brought her cat carrier purse. But no, Hillary was just the smartest blonde in the world. So smart that she almost lost the little bratty cat.

Skylar:

Joel watched the girl leave with a little sigh, now noticing he'd still been holding Victor's hand. "Oh..I'm sorry, haha." Joel chuckled, releasing the other's hand with a soft smile, awkwardly taking a sip of his Icee afterwards.

Andrew kind of gripped the girl's arms tightly. "Oh!" He exclaimed, steadying her. He kind of cocked his head when the girl spoke. "Oh..umm..It's quite alright." He smiled. "I'm Andrew, by the way." He said, smile growing into a grin.

AJ:

Hillary took her Munchkin cat happily, and the cat immediately meowed and purred in delight. She smiled brightly at her little calico friend.

“Thank you soooo much! Like, I was looking everywhere for little Effi! I thought I’d never find her, and that the world would just… blow up! And I couldn’t have that so I ran around the mall desperately searching for my lovely little kitty…” She paused to take a breath, then realized how long she had been talking.

“Sorry, sorry, I talk too much. Anywho, I’m going to gooooooooooooo now…” She said quickly, and turned on her heels after giving them one last smile. ‘God, that guy looked like some weird pedophile guy… oh what if he rapes girls! Maybe I should report him to the police… No-no, too drastic and unnecessary..’

Stuck in her thoughts, she wasn’t aware that she was walking mindlessly around the CD store. Reality was brought back to her when she ran right into none other than…. Andrew. Lee. Potts. As soon as she did so, her mind began to scramble around and freak out, jumbling up every word she could possibly utter.

“God, Oh, I’m sorry, so…” was all she could make out, although she had meant for that sentence to come out as ‘Oh God, I’m so sorry!’. Well, apparently, her brain was too scrambled to properly send messages to her voice box.

Skylar:

"I never got your name.." Joel looked over at Vic. "Well, I didn't get your's either," He teased. "I'm Joel. Joel Zimmerman." He did the awkward smile, which either didn't look like a smile or wasn't noticed at all. He slurped his Icee. "Excuse me, that's.... that's my car, sir." The rushed, somewhat panicky voice oozed into Joel's ear. He stood up, knees cracking. "Oh!" He laughed. "I'm sorry. Here." He picked up his cup, handing Hillary the purring kitty. He extended a hand to Victor, to help him up, and he made the same awkward smiling face, as if he didn't know how.

Andrew was still kind of curled up on the floor, forehead now resting on his knees. He'd been tired before, and now he was about to pass out. He hadn't even gotten any of his coffee! He kind of sighed, stumbling to his feet, and tossing the cup into the garbage. He started browsing CDs a few aisles down from the group, hair fliffing every time he bent over to pick a CD up.

AJ:

Hillary watched, with a large sigh of relief, as a tall man picked her beloved Effi. Then, worry washed over. What if the man wanted to steal her Effi? Or harm it? Maybe he had a cat fetish! 'Ew, gross.' She thought to herself after imagining what a guy with a cat fetish would do to Effi. Or maybe he loves cats! 'That's better.'

She debated like a schizophrenic about whether she should approach the possible kitty napper or not. 'Maybe. Maybe not. No. Yes. Uhm... yes.' so, yes, she would approach, was the answer after quite a bit of deliberation. She waltzed over quickly, noting that the man had a friend. 'Better not let them take me anywhere.' She thought to herself, then grinned at the thought only briefly.

"Excuse me, that's... that's my cat, sir." She mumbled in a quick slur of words, then silently cursed under her breath for her lack of understandable speech. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a man similar to the British star, Andrew Lee Potts. She was particularly fond of his acting in Primeval and Alice, but pushed the thought of being fangirl on him for the time being. 'Effi is more important than Andrew.' She told herself sternly in her mind, though she barely believed it.

Rosie:

Just as Vic was about to ask where the shirt was purchased, he was interrupted by a hacking noise coming from the ground beside him. What the fuck? was his first thought. He turned and there was a beautiful calico kitty, just stunningly beautiful. Apparently, his acquaintance of a few seconds thought the same because he was squatting beside the thing, petting. "Awr." Oh, how adorable, Vic thought. "I have a kitty too. Meowingtons," he cooed as Vic's eyes raked his back and lower regions approvingly. The guy then pulled the calico up into his long, slender arms and scratched his head. "It's all right kitty..." Jesus, he was so sweet, it seemed like.

Vic's eyes wandered to a girl standing off to the side. She was probably 5 inches taller than him and built curvy. She had luscious blonde hair down a little past her shoulders and her bright blue eyes were focused on the cat worriedly. He guessed the cat was hers, but he wouldn't ask. Time would tell.

After shuffling his simply black Vans back and forth awkwardly a few times, Vic decided to pet the kitty too. He sat down on the floor criss-cross-applesauce, praying that the floors wouldn't ruin his brand new white basketball shorts. He reached a pale arm out to the kitty, marveling at how soft and silky its fur was. He looked into the man's pale brown eyes. Vic attempted to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. "I never got your name..."

Skylar:

At the spitting noises, Zimmerman turned and bent down, squatting. "Awr," Joel said, "I have a kitty too. Meowingtons." He said, reaching out to gently pat the kitty's back, seemingly oblivious to the hairball-coughing-up-thing. Joel continued to gently pet the cute kitty until it'd gotten over the coughing fit, then he scooped it up in his arms, scritching it's head. "It's all right, kitty.." Joel's lips parted softly and he took a sip of his Icee.

Meanwhile, Andrew very slightly pushed the door to the CD shop open, slipping in, and ducking into the Indie/Alternative section. He was clutching a bag, his wallet, and a now empty cup which had contained coffee. He'd had to escape a group of fans not 4 minutes ago, and he'd sprinted down the street to the shop. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, black loafers, a t-shirt and a short-sleeved plaid shirt. He panted, sliding to the floor and bending his right knee, other leg flopping lazily.

AJ:

"Effi...Effi?" Hillary walked about the CD store, back slumped to look around for her tiny calico cat. She cooed the cat's name a few more times, before giving up. Sighing quietly, she sat in the edge of the Foreign Music section. Nobody was really populating the aisle, except for a few stereotypical goth kids, so she decided she might as well have a look through the CDs. As soon as she stood up, the gothies looked at her with disdain and began to giggle and laugh.

"What's so funny?" The blonde asked, genuinely oblivious. They simply continued laughing, and soon waltzed away like a little parade of weirdos. Hillary snorted with disgust. She looked down at her own attire: pink and purple zebra striped tank-top, black gym shorts, rainbow checkered slip-on vans, and a couple jelly bracelets. As she thought to herself about those weird goth kids, her Munchkin cat made her way to two 'just met' young men by the names of Vic and Joel.

"Hi there. I'm Vic." said the brunette, who was also the shorter of the two. Effi, continued to observe silently. What an observant kitty.

"Hi friend." replied the taller one. At that moment, Effi felt the comings of a terrible hairball. Weezing began to occur, and alot of hissing and spitting. It was rather gross really.

Hillary, apparently with a lack of hearing, was still in the Foreign Music aisle, flipping through the CDs. A few caught her eye, but nothing that was really worth purchasing. Her mind was more in tune to thinking about her cat, and hoping no harm had come to the adorable pure bred thing.

Skylar:

Joel's head cocked softly and he smiled. "Hi, friend." He extended a rather pale, slim-fingered hand. Joel was, well, over-friendly to anyone who approached him. He eyed the other's facial features with a soft, thoughtful smile. The grey shirt Joel was wearing had a little mau5 head on the shoulder, showing exactly who he was. He put the thick, red straw to his lips, sucking softly as the sweet, sugary, blue liquid slid into his mouth and he swallowed, sort of sticking out his tongue for a millisecond as he licked his lips. He held a CD in his hand, a Duck Sauce CD, and he flipped it over, absently reading it as he waited for the other to say something.

Rosie:

Clothes, clothes, clothes, 3 bags of clothes. V-necks and polos mostly because...well, because that's what Vic liked. He tugged at the collar of his brand new v-neck that was a simple lavender. Simple was something Vic liked. He always dressed simply, ate simply, everything but thought simply.

Out of the corner of his eye, a small shop caught his attention. It was tucked in a corner where only the keenest eye would notice unless you were looking for it. A CD store? Well, Vic always could work on completing his assorted collection of well...assorted bands. He could really use a Bayside CD at the moment though. Vic practically drooled at the thought of the singer's out-of-key voice spilling his guts out to the world and how it, unlike most music these days, had gone to shit, to put it bluntly. Hastily, he rushed into the store, eyes raking the store for the punk section. A tall (well, average, but Vic was short) young man drinking an Icee caught his eye. His shirt clung to his body in such a way that...well, appealed to Vic. And the shirt itself...it just said "meh." Vic had a sudden urge to ask him where to find such a shirt and his legs obeyed.

"Hi there. I'm Vic."

Skylar:

Joel was feeling somewhat nostalgic today as he strolled off down the Canadian street. He sported a t-shirt that said, simply, "meh.", jeans, a Puma baseball cap, loafers, and a hoodie. Headphones were around his neck, blaring 'Love is Darkness' by Sander Van Doorn. He bounced somewhat as he walked and sipped a Blue Raspberry Icee with vigor. Slender fingers coiled around the cup, covering the length around the cup easily. He slipped into the small CD Store, scooting to the Electro section and browsing, humming to himself.

Rosie:

"Yeah, okay! I'll see you later, mom!" Vic shouted as he strode out the front door of the "perfect" white picket-fence house he lived in. His red Volkswagon Beetle of about a year awaited him, practically purring in anticipation to be driven. "My throne awaits," Vic mumbled under his breath, fumbling with his keys. Shiny leather interior and "New Car" air-freshener scent attempted to comfort him as he slumped against the driver's seat, dark brown hair being forced into a state of shagginess that was unintended, but Vic didn't care. Either way he felt like shit, so either way he must look it. He inhaled deeply and started the car.

"What the hell am I doing today?" Evergreen trees, probably thrice as tall as Vic lined the sides of the road. He had told his mom he had a date in town, but that definitely wasn't true. He shook his head in remembrance of his response of "Yes" to his mom's question of "A date?! Oh, Victor Harmide! Is she pretty?" Good thing he was a good liar. Who would date him anyway? Vic pondered what was just said to himself. Well, he said he was going to town and that was the direction he was headed so...