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[Drake Dunglie]

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It was starting to get a bit darker now. And it was a mixture of grey clouds, and grey sky. It was mild, but the wind was cold. Starbucks was warmly lit, but it was virtually empty. The smell of that sugary-sweet coffee goodness was leaking out of the door, and Dung followed it religiously, his mouth watering. How he loved caffeine. He would've liked to think that he;d just made a cool friend. I know it's not smart to meet someone that you meet on the internet, but she goes to east valley, so he wasn't just about to get murdered. And Starbucks wasn't exactly a dark alley, where no one would hear him scream, and would never find his rotting corpse, so that was always a good thing. There was nothing like looking on the bright side, now, was there?

Stepping into Starbucksk he chose not to order anything yet, and just wait for Elle. He sat at a table near-ish the window, he picked up a nearby newspaper and began scanning it, hoping that Elle would turn up.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Elle Pierce]

The Clothes&Hair&Makeup

Elle Pierce

Elle groaned as she slammed shut her laptop. She’d forgotten one thing before organising to meet Dung in starbucks, it meant she had to drive. Sighing hard she pulled herself off her bed and rested her feet on the floor. Hands by her sides she breathed in and out deeply before grinning and flouncing off to look for keys, money and her phone. Her large brown eyes were searching her bedroom rapidly, her hands picking up things and looking inside them before discarding them as she looked, she needed her stuff. Especially her phone, she was rarely seen without it and then BAM, the one time she needed it it was nowhere to be seen, typical phone. Groaning she began to glare as she looked, moving from room to room to look. Sighing she dropped her slim frame onto the sofa and glared at the TV screen opposite her. Lifting her eyes to the shelf above it her eyes met with her black purse. Gasping she ran over to it, opening it to find her phone, wallet and keys all safe and sound tucked away.

Gliding from her apartment she pressed the lift button hard as she waited, hearing the ding and stepping inside to be greeted by an empty lift. Perfect she thought to herself with a smirk as she pressed the door close button and the robotic sounding woman said ‘doors closing’ in that oh-so-sugary-sweet tone that was always heard in that lift. ‘Ding’. And Elle stepped out, stalking across the car park as the bitter cold bit at her long, pale legs. Short skirts in the cold. There had never been a stupider concept. Wrapping her arms around her body she held her clutch in her right hand, walking over to her car. Bliss.A red BMW M6 convertible or the pimp mobile as she preferred to call it. Pulling out her keys she pressed a button and the digital squeak made it’s noise and she sat down in the driver’s cracked leather seat, the smell of gasoline in the winter cold flooding up her nostrils as she turned the key and the engine purred. The car had been the perfect gift from her foster father on her eighteenth. She sure was lucky. Pulling out of the parking space she found herself going up the ramp and into New York City, the bright lights fading as headed towards East Valley.

Pulling into a space Elle smiled as she caught site of, the funny man she’d met called, Dung through Starbucks’ window. He was interesting, funny and utterly gorgeous, but if I continue you might vomit. She sat there for a moment just admiring him with a smirk on her face before pulling the key out of the ignition and shoving it back into her purse. Pulling the door open she let one of her long legs step out as a time before pulling herself from it, turning around and bending over to pick up her clutch bag. Smirking she slammed shut the door, locking it after her, and began to walk towards Starbucks, a smile on her face as she placed a hand on the large metal handle. Of course he’d recognise her, how many other people had bright pink hair? Pulling it open she stepped inside and letting it close softly behind her before walking towards a reading Dung and sitting down opposite him. ”Hey Stranger” she smiled back at him.

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[Drake Dunglie]

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Dung had only opened up the first page of the newspaper, after glancing at the headline, when he heard the door open. Stupidly, he jumped. There was no reason why he should've done, because he knew that Elle was coming, except for the fact that he hadn't seen her car pull up. She looked amazing. He'd always wished that he had the confidence to carry off a look like that, but he really didn't. No, he didn't want to die his hair, and wear skirts e.t.c., because, NEWS FLASH, he was a guy, but he just wished that he looked somehow different.

Closing the newspaper, he got to his feet, as she greeted him. It was a bit of an old tradition, standing up when a lady entered the room, but he was weird, so he did it anyway. He hoped that she wouldn't realize that he'd done that. He hadn't meant to.
"Hey!" He grinned, walking forward to give her a hug.
"What can I get you?" He asked, inclining his head to the counter. He hoped that she wouldn't think that he was being rude, offering to pay, but really, it was no trouble. And he was the guy, and they were friends. It was just a friendly gesture, so he hoped that she wouldn't be offended or anything.

"So ... how's everything? Anything interesting happened lately?" He asked. Surely something interesting must've happened to Elle, she was extremely interesting. Not in a pervy way! Just that she seemed like the life and soul of ... everything really.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Elle Pierce]

The Clothes&Hair&Makeup

Elle Pierce

Elle smiled as she saw Dung get up as she came in. She wasn’t the type of girl to blush but if she had been she would have been practically scarlet by then, she was always a sucker for a nice gentleman. As he took her into a hug she smiled to herself and hugged back, Elle was never one to reject hugs, she adored them, she practically craved the attention. Not that she was an attention seeker. Well, not really, but then if you’d been outside the room as your mom shot your dad and then stuck in a care home for four years you’d want the attention too. But that wasn’t why she dressed how she did and why she dyed her hair so oddly, she just liked the uniqueness and the fact she was most defiantly one of a kind, both in personality and looks.

Elle smiled back at Dung as he inclined his head to the counter before looking over at it and softly biting at her bottom lip. There were so many options she had barley enough energy to choose, her usual would have to do. ”Caramel Macchiato, if you please” she said as she turned her attentions back to Dung. It had to be the most awful thing she could have had, but loved it. Who didn’t love vanilla and steamed milk are permeated with intense Starbucks espresso and topped with velvety foam and our own proprietary buttery caramel? Someone who hated sugar or was lactose intolerant probably. Elle couldn’t believe there was still a guy alive who was willing to pay for something without expecting to get into her pants later, unless he was, but she doubted it. He just didn’t seem the type.

Elle laughed at his questions, how long had theyr been apart? What, 30 minutes maximum? What possibly exciting and interesting thing could of happened? Well, Elle had some ideas, but they hadn’#t happened and the most interesting thing that had happened was that she’d lost all her important stuff and then found it again. ”Nothing by me, unless you count loosing your phone, keys and money and then finding it right in front of you exciting?” she asked the rhetorical question, ending it in a small girlish giggle. She hated that, her giggle, she only giggled when she couldn’t manage a full blown laugh and she hated her laugh anyway. ”What about you Mr Dunglie? Anything super cool and intensely exciting happened in the space of about thirty minutes?” she asked, tilting her head to one side, it sure had been a while since she was actually interested in something someone said.

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[Drake Dunglie]

.. dung ..

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Dung eventually managed to get his eyes off of that pink mass of hair that was on her head. Good gawd, it was like the 'brightness' setting on his eyes had been pumped right up to de max! Drake wasn't shallow, and he wouldn't judge someone on appearance, but really, this girl was awesome inside and out. She was funny, kind and sweet, and she was funky looking as well. He felt kinda bad for feeling slightly attracted to her, but he was sure that nothing would happen, so the thoughts were pushed out of his head.

"Sounds good to me." He spoke, rubbing his hands together, and making his way over to the counter, walking and talking at the same time. WOW, multi-tasking; give him a peanut! It wasn't true that guys couldn't multi-task. He was walking, talking AND deciding what to buy for himself at the same time. What talent! Eventually he decided to buy a Caramel Macchiato too. Sure it'd keep him awake all night, but it was sooo worth it.

Ordering the two drinks, he passed across the money, and waited for a minute or two for them to get the two drinks ready.
"Me too! I couldn't find my phone, which is a bit weird, considering it's bright yellow. I think I need my eyes testing." He joked. He totally didn't think that glasses would suit him, and for a second, he got a bit worried that maybe, just maybe, he would have to get glasses. He looked across the room at the menu, and was relieved to see that he could read the menu perfectly. Phew! He had nothing against glasses, he just didn't think that the whole look would work for him. Not that he was vain or anything =][/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[Elle Pierce]

The Clothes&Hair&Makeup

Elle Pierce

Elle watched as Dung began to walk away from her, her eyes falling to his backside and her teeth biting gently at her bottom lip. Elle wasn’t one to be very shallow but she always find herself checking people out if she could, and she was delighted at what she saw, but it was like an addiction. Not that Elle had many; she didn’t exactly have an addictive personality. However, socially she often find herself accepting a cigarette or two and one more drink than she should do, drugs though? No, she’d done that when she was about sixteen once and she was not reliving throwing up in the alley way next to her best friend’s house. Ews.

Elle laughed as she folded her legs over and dropped her hands to the table, tapping out slowly on it’s hard top. He had a yellow phone? Now that really was cool, he was definitely the first person she had ever met to have a bright yellow phone. Hers was orange, and fairly boring. But it would be, she’d only bought it because it played music and it was the cheapest one there. She wasn’t a cheapskate or a pikey or whatever other label you wanted to put on her, she just preferred to save he money for the nights she wouldn’t remember, they always seemed to have the best impact for her.

”You’ve gotta be pretty damn cool to be able to carry off a yellow phone” she smiled as she began to wonder what he’d look like wearing a pair of glasses. Smiling she began to place different frames on his face in her mind, finding herself letting out a small giggle and letting her hand raise to her mouth to cover it and make him hopefully think that she was coughing or something. Too bad Elle sucked at faking things, the only thing she could do was lie and even then she couldn’t do it to her best friends, she just ended up saying err’ a lot and blush crept up her neck till her ivory skin was covered and she looked like a red pepper. Elle hates tomatoes, she’d never want to look like one, so red pepper it all is.

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[Drake Dunglie]

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The cashier, handed across the two drinks. He walked backj to the table and passed one to Elle. He held the drink in his hands as she talked. Cool? Nah, he was just on an extreme sugar rush when he bought it. Dung raised an eyebrow, and put on an extremely over-the-top 'super man' smile.
"Yes, well, I am pretty damn cool." He joked, his voice now adjusted to sound like he was some sort of ... hunk. Which, really, he wasn't. Dropping his (bad) impression, he allowed a grin.
"Really, I'm not." He laughed, and watched her face. She had her 'imaginating' (is that a word? XD) face on. Elle was either imagining him with a hat on, or with glasses. Since the latter would fit with the conversation, when she tried to stifle a laugh, he put of a face of mock-embarrassment.

"Are you imagining me with glasses? I should've gone to Specsavers, right?" He laughed. She might not have a clue what he was talking about, not if she hadn't seen the advert, and heard the catchphrase. Ah well, she knew that he was weird anyhoo.

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