bad reputation {stetson}

[ORIANA VIOLA BASILE]

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I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

There were a number of small cafes in Castles, but this one Oriana had decided she liked best. It was very, very small, but it had free wifi and excellent cappuccinos. Oriana, in her favorite little black dress and high heels, was sitting quietly in the corner of the cafe. Her laptop was open and her fingers were rapidly typing away. It was just so... nice, being alone, relaxing, able to browse the internet and work on a touch of homework. After all, possessing an insane amount of control over her power didn't help in Oriana's English class, did it?

Still, Oriana couldn't shake a small feeling in the back of her head that something was going to happen today. And, Ori being Ori, she couldn't help but feel it was going to be something bad.

About halfway through her first cappuccino//essay, a boy came and sat across from Oriana. She didn't acknowledge him for one moment, merely typing rapidly away. "You must see me here." Oriana did see him. She wished she did not, and said so. "Aw, really, baby? You're just looking so sweet in that dress. Life is short, have a little fun!"

Oriana pursed her lips and closed her laptop. "Life is short, and so is your penis. Now leave me alone before I get really angry and do something you won't like." As the boy left, muttering profanities, Oriana opened her laptop and began typing again. So something had happened. Still, the feeling had not gone away. Ori sipped from her cappuccino, wondering what else was going to disturb her peaceful day.

tony | 268 | OUTFIT | obvious choice for song//short post, length will increase when my dad isn't hounding me to go to bed

[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

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SHE TAKES ME AWAY TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE

Tony adored Castles. He'd only ever been to his home town, where it took half an hour to drive to the nearest Wal Mart and most of the time he went with all of his buddies at one time. It was almost like a party. That sounds ridiculous and silly, but it was what he knew. Castles was entirely different. It wasn't exactly a big city, but it had more people and less dirt than the only one Tony knew. It wasn't all that exciting or anything, but it was pretty and most of the people were friendly enough.

So Tony decided that that would be a good place to take his laptop and chill for a little while. It was Christmas break, so school wasn't exactly getting to him. The cold, maybe. But what was really bothering him was the painful homesickness that was hitting him hard right about now. He'd opted out of going home for Christmas because he was so behind on school work, and because he didn't want to face any of his old friends. But he missed his sisters like you wouldn't believe. They sent him emails, patiently typed up by his mother, but a few lines of, "Tony, we miss you! Your clothes don't walk around by themselves when you aren't here!" didn't really help him with that. It was enough to bring tears to his eyes, sure. But it was nothing compared to hearing their voices, tucking them into bed, telling them stories, or having them tug on his shirt to tell him they couldn't see him.

He missed listening to them say their prayers at night, talking to their big chunk of hope in the sky. He missed them making wishes on the smallest star in the sky every night, then refusing to tell him what their wishes were. He had a feeling, though, that recently they would be wishing for him for Christmas. He wondered what they would get from his mom. He had personally ordered two dolls off the internet and had them sent back to his house for them. They were these bizarre Monster High things that the girls had been talking about nonstop. He hoped he got the right ones.

He sat down at a cafe after walking around for a while, looking for one with Wi-fi. And coffee, of course. As Tony can't make coffee himself, he'd been going through withdrawals lately. Tony ran on coffee. It was basically the only unhealthy substance he put in his body, apart from a whole ton of Swedish Fish, which had always been his favorite candy. Tony was good at staying healthy for sports. He ate a lot, sure, but it was always the good sort of food.

When he got there, he ordered a plain coffee with sugar, and was going to sit down at the only remaining empty table when he noticed a girl from his school. He knew her name, because people had already been talking about her. Tony's not one to listen to rumors, so he doesn't believe that she's as mean as people say she is. And even if she is, he has hope that she has good reason to be. Or at least a reason. Any reason at all was better than just being a bitch in general.

So he sat down across from her instead. She looked a little peeved, but he could only assume that it had something to do with something that had just happened, not his sitting there. "Hey," he greeted airily, giving her a broad smile. "I'm Tony. Oriana, right?" Tony was determined to prove that she wasn't all that horrible.

WORDS: 619 | OUTFIT | OOC: listening to christmas music did not heighten my tony senses so i apologize for the suck