In The City }} Pippa.

[Sebastian Wilde]

Sebastian Wilde

The story started and it ended so quick
Like Jack and Jill but with heroin
Disco lights and a glint in the eye of
Dancing girls at the Candybox night

BEEP.BEEP.BEEP. Seb slammed his hand down hard onto his alarm clock yet it carried on beeping, he’d missed the button and just really hurt palm. Groaning he rolled over and pulled his pillow over his head, closing his eyes and hoping it would stop on it’s own. SADLY, IT CARRIED ON, beep, beep beeping. Frowning hard Seb lifting himself from his bed and took his alarm clock in his hands, this was the last straw. His alarm clock was clearly broken, Seb knew it as well, as the button was jammed. Unluckily, Seb was in a furious rage and slammed it against his desk. The plastic cracked and split, poking out hard and cutting his palm. Sighing he covered the bloody cut with his mouth as he stumbled around his room in his boxers, walking towards the bathroom and running his hand under the tap. He wouldn’t be caught by anyone, his roommate Evie wasn’t ever up before him and unless her boyfriend Jack was staying over nobody else could catch him.

After covering his cut with a band aid he took a brisk shower before pulling himself into his fvaourte pair of jeans. Rummaging around his room he look through piles of clothes until he found a Che Guevara shirt and pulled it over his head. Rolling up it’s sleeves he flicked his drying hair and searched around for some shoes to wear, he was defiantly going out. Finding a pair of leather converse he pulled them on and, satisfied with his clothes, grabbed his keys, phone and wallet before heading out.

Pulling away from the curb the lyrics to ‘The Photos on my wall’ by Good Shoes was blasting into his mediocre second hand car. Seb had never had any money, ever since he was young, but since he joined a band he’d always had money and it’d been weird so he’d kept buy his crappy stuff in it’s usually crappy condition and just saved a lot of the money, it was simpler that way. Puling up outside the Valley Mall he smiled happily, sighing slightly as he leant back in his beat up, cracked leather seat. Pulling the door open he slid out through the dust red painted doors and slammed it shut behind him. Why had he come to the mall? He was bored, and you could find most things in the mall. Smirking as he went Seb walked inside the building to be greeted by the hustle and bustle of a lot of the civilians that lived in East Valley. Stalking around for a few moments he sat down on a bench and pulled out his phone, flicking it open and glancing at it before closing it again and standing up. Bending over to pick up a shiny quarter on the floor he smiled, maybe it was his lucky day.

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[Pippa Doyle]

Pippa sighed as she sat on her bed. She was staring up at the ceiling, having nothing to do. She looked at the clock, it was finally late enough to go somewhere. She had been up for awhile, seeing as she was an early waker and normally took a jog or something of the sort in the morning, only today the girl had been too lazy to go and jog. She let her legs stretch out of her bed as she walked to her bathroom. She wouldn’t leave without washing her face, brushing her teeth and applying make-up, all of which she did at this moment. She picked up her black brush and brought it through her slightly tangled chestnut hair. It had remained in its straight form, a few waves showing up at the bottom, but Pippa thought of those as pretty, so she didn’t try to fix them. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror before going back to her room to get dressed.

She looked into her closet, deciding what to wear. In all honesty, she always had this problem. Most of the time she didn’t feel like getting dressed. She wished she could go out into the world in her short PJ shorts and a bra, but then the world would think of her as a slut, something she didn’t want, so instead she pulled out a pair of dark denim skinny jeans with a gray shirt that had different colored Hello Kitties over it. Yes, she was a bit childish in still liking Hello Kitty, but she could care less what others thought of it. She grabbed her black converse and headed out the door, grabbing her black purse that had anything she would need on the way out.

She went to her red Mustang and unlocked the doors, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The second the engine turned on, “Damn Regret” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus blasted through the car’s speakers. She smiled slightly as she made her way to the local mall. As she arrived, she parked her car, locking it and throwing her keys back into her purse. She walked inside the mall. Honestly, she didn’t know what she was looking for, she just knew it was something to do when there was nothing to do. She was actually in her own world at thew moment, even if there were bunches of people around her, all making noise, she somehow escaped. Before she knew it, her clumsy self had bumped into a boy who had bent down to pick up a quarter. “Oh, I'm sorry. I just kind of escaped into my own world I guess,” she said, trying to quickly explain the situation.



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[Sebastian Wilde]

Sebastian Wilde

Queuing up for something under-priced
Working weekends just to pay for drugs
This little story keeps repeating itself
Reading fashion mags to look at the girls

To put it bluntly Seb was shy. Very, very, very shy. Some think it’s cute, others think it’s weird, but whatever you think of it Seb is still, pure and simple, shy. He didn’t used to be shy, up until he was seven he was loud, bubbly and just a whole lot of fun. Then his dad turned into a jerk and his personality sort of began to fade, leaving him shy, quiet and fairly alone. His OCD probably didn’t help, when he got nervous it really kicked in and he became more nervous the more he did it; like a viscous circle. Now his OCD was improving but his shyness stayed the same, however at least now he could talk to people without throwing up or something, like he’d done before. He always thought his band had helped, if he had to play in front of thousands it would definitely help his shyness, but that was only because every time he went out their they thought ht was someone else. Dougie Poynter. Ha, not likely. Stage names were perfect when coupled with stage personalities.

Feeling someone bump into him he grabbed the quarter and stood up, flicking it around his fingers rapidly as he looked at the girl who stood before him. A smile quickly leapt to his features as she began to explain what she’d done to him and a small laugh escaped his lips, Dougie, Dougie, Dougie he thought to himself to he’d act more confident , and it appeared to be working. ”It’s okay, happens to the best of us” he joked, flicking his fringe from his eyes as the quarter flickered under, over and then under his fingers. Feeling the quarter slip in his fingers he threw I up with his right hand and caught it in his left before rubbing it through his fingers and it vanishing away into his pocket. ”Forgive me if I’m wrong but…you go to East Valley uni don’t you?” he asked with a suspicious look on his face. As soon as his eyes had met hers he’d had that small inkling in the back of his mind and he was almost certain he’d seen her around.

Seb was so, so sure of himself at that moment that if she replied with ‘no, sorry’ he may have cried. He was just like that, but he was genuinely proud of himself that he’d managed to pull off being confident in front of her, Seb always seemed to crumble around the presence of pretty girls on the first meeting. It was like a curse, he just screwed up and rambled or stumbled on his words before they gave him a dirty look and walked away. That or he’d trip, fall and cover them in hot coffee as he had done on many occasions, but that was why working at Starbucks was suppose to bring up his confidence, get it going more.

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[Pippa Doyle]

She gave a small smile, glad the boy wasn’t like so many of the other people here who would rather chop off her head then say ‘Oh its alright,’ if she bumped into them. Finding someone who seemed nice and polite here was certainly a plus, something she was very happy for. Pippa had always been an outgoing kind of person too, so saying her sorrys was never a new thing. Though usually she didn’t have a conversation, though that didn’t seem all too bad since she really didn’t have anything much better to do. Usually she just found some random reason to talk to a person if she was truly bored, and nothing ever stopped her from just saying whatever the hell she wanted to people either, a terrible flaw at times, yet a great gift at others. It definitely didn’t maker her the nikcest person around, but she most certainly was honest with what she said, something she believes to be a very good thing.

She watched him play with the quarter in between his fingers. For some reason, it was slightly hard to watch the shiny piece of metal be exchanged between fingers, but she also didn’t want to move her eyes from it. It was almost as if she was in a trance, until she heard his words. “Yeah, I guess it does. Though it probably happens to some more than others,” she said with a small laugh. True, it did happen to her quite a bit. She was just a klutz, nothing could be done to help it though, she after awhile, she learned to live with it. It wasn’t the hardest thing to live with, just a bit embarrassing, but that was life. “Yeah, I go to East Valley. I'm Pippa, by the way,” she nodded as she quickly introduced herself to the boy.

Pippa was the kind of person who didn’t like talking to others unless they knew her name; otherwise it felt completely awkward to her. She didn’t really mind awkward situations, but when things got to awkward, it as just weird then, and Pippa liked to try and avoid those. For two reasons- One: It wasn’t comfortable for her and Two: It wasn’t comfortable for the other person, so it didn’t make any sense to have those completely weird moments, and not weird in a good way, in a bad way weird. Pippa loves the good weird moments, those were always fun, laugh fests. “You go there too?” Pippa asked the boy.

[Sebastian Wilde]

Sebastian Wilde

Queuing up for something under-priced
Working weekends just to pay for drugs
This little story keeps repeating itself
Reading fashion mags to look at the girls

As the girl smiled at him Seb whipped the beads o sweat off his head…well, he did in his mind, because he wasn’t actually sweating in front of her. He was shy, but not that shy. Smirking back in response to her smile he dropped his hands to his pockets, shoving them deep inside them as he tapped his toes lightly along to the tune inside his head, Kill Hannah’s lips like morphine was stuck in there. Seb had habit of getting songs stuck inside his head, once he’d had a song stuck in his head for a full month until he’d heard some song by Rhianna and it’d altered to that. It was a shame really, because it was usually the songs he detested and loathed that stuck in his mind and usually the ones he adored that wouldn’t stick. But it was another of his qualities he’d have to live with, not a habit though, it only took twenty one days to break a habit and fourteen to make one. Sadly, his condition forced him to create new habits on a daily basis so it only took him about four seconds to make a new habit. Shame really.

The girl’s laugh pierced through his ears and made Seb’s lips curve at the edge to form a small smile, releasing a short laugh from between his own lips as he continued to watch her. Seb wasn’t clumsy and in fact he had more cat like reflexes than anyone he knew, he just had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. If there was anyone who would be crushed by a falling satellite that was dropped into the middle of a desert Seb would be the one standing there for some reason or another. He’d already assumed that was how he’d die, or by swarm of bees, he wasn’t sure. ”Nice to meet you Pippa. I’m Seb” he smiled. Pippa is a nice name he thought to himself as he studied her face carefully, his eyes tracing over her features lightly as if he was being careful not to hurt her as he went, although he knew he couldn’t.


Seb nodded in answer to her question before smiling and laughing a little as he fiddled with the loose threads inside his pockets. ”Yeah, sophomore, majoring in engineering although now I’m not quiet sure why” he joked, lifting one hand out of his pockets to scratch the back of his head while he absentmindedly dropped his eyes to his shoes, glancing at hers to find more or less the same shoes, just a different fabric. Lifting his eyes he dropped his hand again and smiled, ”What about you?”, he asked as he tried to guess.

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[Pippa Doyle]

OOC// Im sorry. I promise I will get a reply to this as soon as my brain has gathered itself because at the moment my brain is dead. Im so sorry.