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[BRYONY COLLINS]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;]Homework was a waste. In Bryony's personal opinion that is; homework was a waste. A hindrance. An unnecessary burden. One that took up way to much personal time, of her personal time, and one that Bry just saw no point in doing. How many times did classes have to reteach the same lesson and then give out homework repeating said lessons that were already taught? The lessons she usually learned the first time and did not need to be reshown a fourth and fifth. Of course this wasn't just her. Not everyone caught on as fast as she did or studied as much as she. Naturally some did, and naturally some didn't. Some needed the extra work and the reminders it brought. But that was besides the point. The entire fight was a futile one. Even as she thought this way and would rather ignore it, she did and would always do the work anyways. Always on time and always to the best of her ability. But that didn't mean that she enjoyed it. It was this particular nuisance that was on the mind of the young teen now. Today's workload that was more or less already finished being gone over and over again in her head and clouding her thoughts as her legs carried her throughout the crowded streets of Chinatown. A heavy load of books and papers in her arms and the usual blank expression on her face. Why she was even here was due to another irritating matter; her mother. Mrs. Collins was a tad OCD and had to have things "just right". Or perhaps she was just that picky and that stubborn when it came to one to many things. Or both. Today's stubborn act was "what was for dinner?". A simple question, really. One that shouldn't be so hard to answer but her mother made it so. She wanted chinese. And not just any chinese, but from a specific restaurant in Chinatown. It just had to be from that one restaurant and not the one that was five minutes from their home. So, it fell upon Bry's shoulders to go out and retrieve tonight's meal. To go far out of her way after school to head to a restaurant she'd rather not eat from tonight or any night this week and bring it home. Why she even had to? Because while her parents could say that she was the "perfect daughter" when it came to her high marks in school and her intelligence, they could not say the same when it came to her being apart of the family or a daughter that they could be proud of as a person. While she could play "little miss perfect" to get them off her back so she'd never have to hear the yelling and screaming directed at herself that she had no tolerance for and just their half distracted praise as they went about whatever they did to pass the time until their inevitable deaths most likely many years from now, her parents still had their moments where they would start trying to "be more of a family", her being included whether she wanted to be or not. And that was why she was sent out here in the streets lit by a setting sun, so she could go home with their dinner and be forced into watching her parents go about one of many attempts to rekindle whatever relationship they thought they might have with their daughter. This wasn't how she wanted to spend her night. The simple game of fetch however had taken an unexpected turn when she, having been distracted by her thoughts, had been unable to see or prevent her right shoulder from being roughly knocked into by a passerby. The collision itself causing her torso to twist, arms loosen, and the books and papers she held to cascade to the ground in a chaotic mess. "Fuck." The first words to leave the brunettes lips all day, albeit hushed under her breathe. They were then followed by some more louder words as her head whipped around to stare at the fading back of who had hit her. "Watch where you're going!" Ah, some New York hospitality, well, her current one anyways. At the moment, the normally silent girls mouth just couldn't have been kept shut, especially as who had done it only continued to keep walking as if she was not there, apparently to busy talking on their cell phone or just to big of a jerk to care. Even so, in all the anger and frustration this gave her, her attention had quickly been directed to that of the fallen school work, said parchments now beginning to be lifted up by its edges and carried off by the wind. This was something she couldn't allow, the papers to important to be lost just like that. Knees bending, falling into a crouch, Bry's hands darted out to grasp ahold of the papers, immediately picking up two of the many. Dammit.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: ### tags: open. notes: it's open to anyone.^^ credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[ARVANA ZACCOUR]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #580000; color: #777777; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Are we getting close or are we just getting more lost?[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #777777; color: #580000; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]Been here so long[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #580000; color: #777777; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]“Thank you for your time.” With a grateful smile, Arvana exited the small store she’d spent the last hour or so inside. The story was similar to the handful of others she’d heard today. Their son just didn’t come home one night, and they hadn’t had any luck locating or even contacting him. Arvana had cut the original list of forty missing persons into a list of around a dozen she wanted to investigate either because of obscurities in the story, who the person was, or the location the person had been last scene. There didn’t seem to be any connection between those missing or their families, so it was mostly instinct that had driven Ava to select the names she had. But the sun was setting now, and she hadn’t even made it to a dozen of the families on her list. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as Arvana turned her eyes to the setting sun. She was out of time today. At least for interviews. She could continue investigating later tonight, but it was probably a good idea to get something to eat first, especially if it was going to be another long night. Tucking her notepad into her bag, Ava had just started to head toward one of the many restaurants nearby when a young business woman collided with a teenager barely an arms’ length from her. A frown pulled Ava’s lips down as the woman merely continued walking, so absorbed in her phone conversation she couldn’t even apologize to the girl. Some of the papers the girl had been carrying laid scattered around Vana’s feet, and she quickly retrieved them along with several others before the bustling crowd trampled on them. “Here.” Arvana said with a smile, offering the papers back to the girl. “You’re not hurt are you?” The girl seemed irritated (and rightly so), but otherwise fine. Still, it couldn’t hurt to check.[/style]

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[BRYONY COLLINS]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; padding-right:8px;]Bryony had had bad days before, but out of all of the days this week this one, not even the entire day but these last few hours, seemed to be taking the cake. First; her parents wanted to spend some more quality time with her, which wasn't a "bad" thing but... spending time with her parents was not on her agenda, which is why ditching had been a reoccurring thought all day. Next said parents were to lazy to come out and do this themselves so she had to come all the way out here for a meal that she didn't even want. And then this had happened. The school work- another problem in itself, as it always was- she had finished for today was now flying through and around the feet of the bustling crowd and gaining the nice decorations of dirty foot prints on their white surfaces. This was not her day. Although it had started to look up a bit when something she hadn't expected to happen occurred. From her crouched position and in the midst of her own attempts to gather the missing papers, out of the corner of her eyes Bry had spotted a woman with dark hair doing the same, retrieving some of her fallen school work, the rest of them actually for Bry herself had managed to grab the remainder of what was left... or what she could hope to be the rest that is. With the sea of moving legs around her it was hard to get a good look, but she figured that she would find out what was and wasn't there eventually. Pushing up with her legs so she was standing again, Bry's eyes briefly falling to the papers she held, trying to fix them, order them into a vertical state above the textbook she carried instead of having them facing every which way, those blue pupils found their way back up to the woman she had caught a glimpse of just moments before when she heard a voice speaking to her. There was a hesitance on Bry's half, not because of the whole "stranger danger" fact for she did not care about that in the slightest. Although this woman was indeed a stranger to her, which wasn't a surprise, this cities population being as big as it was. The hesitance was due to the original surprise that any one had given her any help with recovering the fallen papers for, as it was pretty obvious now, most had barely given her a glance before they continued on their way. She hadn't expected the gesture of kindness. The moment of surprise passing, there was a nod of thanks as Bry reached out for the papers she offered, taking them by the edge and pulling them to her, setting them atop of the mess in her arms. Now, Bry was a mute, but only when she wanted to be. Despite what many believed, she did have a heart that wasn't frozen over in ice and wasn't a jerk or the rudest person alive- some times. So, following what the woman had asked, Bry answered with a soft "no... I'm okay. Thank you." Her genuine thanks being spoken this time instead of in a single, silent nod.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: ### tags: arvana. notes: woo pluto! <3 credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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