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Post by EMMETT GRADY O'CONNELL on Jan 6, 2012 4:37:35 GMT 10
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I NEVER MADE THE HONOR ROLL, OVERTHINKING'S OVERRATED It felt particularly weird for Emmett to see his own books displayed on a shelf, for everyone to see. Not necessarily bad, just.. really, really weird. He couldn't go into his favorite place in all of Capeside without stopping to just stare in wonder at how someone had actually liked his graphic novel enough to actually publish the thing. Then of course he would feel really strange about just standing there staring at his own book and he'd sort of hustle quickly over to a different section of the store. Finally, it had gotten so ridiculous that he'd sort of been avoiding it for a while, but comic books and graphic novels were like crack to him, he couldn't help it anymore, and he braved the strange feeling just to see if they had gotten anything new in the past few weeks that he hadn't been in. And he wasn't going to lie, he had sort of missed it in there. It was sort of quiet, not a lot of people knew it even existed, but it was.. somehow just sort of homey. And he wasn't really sure why, or if it was just him or not, but he'd always thought it smelled really nice in there.
So he grabbed his black hoodie jacket and threw it on, informing Presley and the guys briefly of his departure before he left the apartment, not that they really would care very much whether he left or stayed because they were all too busy in the new video game they were enraptured in at this moment. And to be terribly honest, Emmett wasn't even sure what the game was about. But apparently it was rather interesting, because at one point he heard someone shout "copperboom!" at the top of their lungs and someone else scream "Don't harsh my mellow, bro!" and so he doubted they'd even heard him announce his leaving or even care one way or the other anyhow. He ran a hand through his hair, noting that it was getting shaggier than usual and that he really ought to think of getting a haircut sooner or later. Which he probably would not remember to do, until someone personally reminded him to, his own mental notes meant nothing.
He'd decided on walking instead of driving, partly because it was a pretty nice day out considering and partly because to be honest, Emmett had never really liked driving all that much. He liked cars just fine, but he was always a tad afraid he was going to run something over one day because he wasn't paying attention and he wasn't really all that sure he could live with the guilt of running over someone's pet or something. And besides, his car was no Chevy impala, and he could do with the exercise, seeing as lately he'd been a lazy old fart who'd sat around doing nothing but trying (and failing) to work on a new novel and watching tv all day long. Except for when he had to get up to use the bathroom or go to the fridge. It was a wonder he didn't weigh a ton by now, but he had a rather fast metabolism, he guessed, the lanky young man was lazy as anything but never seemed to gain any weight.
Hands shoved in his pockets, whistling to himself quietly, the Irishman opened the door of Vibranium Comics, looking up with a soft grin at the top of the door as the bell above it chimed. His whistle died down as he took a look around the place, inhaling slowly to get a whiff of that oddly delightful papery smell that he always accompanied with the place, throwing his hand up in a slight wave at the familiar man behind the counter before turning down the first isle in the "new arrival" section. Of course, he wasn't looking where he was going, Emmett never really looked where he was going, and instead of turning into the empty space that he thought would be there, he ran smack dab into a shelf instead. "Ow-wow-ow," he moaned, bringing his hand up to his head and bending over a little. "Now who put that there?" He continued in a half whiney-half amused voice, looking up at the shelf. Served him right anyway for avoiding this place for however many weeks. But still. At least it wasn't a person this time, though.. really, he said he was sorry to so many people for running into them when he wasn't paying attention, it was almost pathetic. notes // hope it's okay! |
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Post by BRIDGET ADELE REID on Jan 6, 2012 12:06:37 GMT 10
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Being a style blogger for a popular magazine that rivaled the likes of Vogue and Marie Claire Bridget often found herself overdressed for the places she was going and today was no different really. Sometimes she’d say screw it and walk out of the house wearing something that looked like it was an accessory away from being pj’s, but today it was a leopard chiffon blouse tucked in to a pair of dress shorts topped off with a pretty bad ass blazer and a pair of Louboutin’s covered in red Swarovski crystals. Unlike most days she did sort of have an excuse for her more decked out appearance, she’d had a video conference meeting with her boss earlier that day. Though, the fancy shoes were just because she liked feeling like Dorothy from the The Wizard of Oz. Generally she liked to keep her style eclectic, but always with an edge, she loved the grunge look and employed it often – fashionably of course, she had a job to keep she couldn’t run around in ginormous flannels and shredded boyfriend jeans no matter how comfortable that may be. She felt pretty today, polished, but not without character.
Bridget had been roaming the aisles of Virbranium for the past hour clutching the last copy of the newest Batman as if it were the holy-grail. There were two places she could spend the entire day in, a coffee shop and a comic book store. Occasionally she’d flash a smile to the man behind the counter and the other patrons wandering through the little wonderful hole in the wall. Though, she was still a newb to comics she loved them with a passion, even if her love for them was laced with disdain for the boy who introduced her to their pure magic. In all honesty though, she couldn’t have gotten through her and Josh’s break up without them and maybe that made her love them more. If anyone gave her flack for reading them she could easily spew reasons why their costumes were constantly pushing the limits of fashion and thus they were inspiring to her job. Even after growing so much from high school she still didn’t want people to call her a nerd, but as liking comic books was becoming more and more trendy she may not have to defend herself for much longer. The funny thing was you ask most of the trendy people wearing the comic book tee’s about the actually book they couldn’t even tell you the hero’s real name.
Maybe that was dramatic, but the sentiment is the same, they wear the tee shirt, but don’t know anything about its content. In Bridget’s mind fashion was supposed to express who you are, not who you think you should be. This thought often made her disagree with the way fashion magazines had gone these days. Instead of being a catalyst for opening people’s eyes to what’s out there they push what you should be wearing down your throat. Trends and follows had been around since the Cro-Magnons she was sure, but with all the access that people had to fashion and inspiration these days there was no excuse to be a cookie cutter in her mind. Of course she should take her own advice and therefore not worry about people calling her a dork because she likes to cuddle up with a graphic novel or comic book on a rainy day – then once she finished it, she’s promptly splash around in the puddles and rain outside. She shouldn’t be ashamed of that, it was part of who she was.
Crouched behind a shelf she suddenly heard a bump and appropriate response on the other side, still clutching her Batman comic she popped her head around the corner to looked at the offended person, she wore a face that mimicked a surprised Betty Boop “are you okay?” she said releasing on of her arms from the comic in them reaching out to him without touching him, that might be weird. It only took her a few moments to relies who this man in front of her was, blinking a couple times in a way that appeared it should have sound effects “Oh-My-Gosh” She took a breath as she suddenly became very aware of her fly-a-ways as one does when meeting someone they admire. A smile spread across her face “Your Emmett O’Connell aren’t you” without waiting for an answer she continued “I love you… I mean your work, you inspired me to take up drawing… I suck, but wow I can’t believe I’m actually getting to meet you… oh gosh I’m being so rude” she said shaking her head “I’m Bridget Reid” she spoke as she extended her hand to him to shake with a smile that extended ear to ear “you’re an amazing artist… and writer” she laughed feeling like a dolt.
words; 814 | tagged banana/emmett | notes it was lovely, i hope mine's not to rambly or pointless | lyrics credit adele [/style] |
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Post by EMMETT GRADY O'CONNELL on Jan 7, 2012 18:02:58 GMT 10
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words // 757 // outfit // clothes // tagged // caroline as bridget let's not make this complicated,
I NEVER MADE THE HONOR ROLL, OVERTHINKING'S OVERRATED Emmett was chuckling quietly to himself as he clutched his head. Only he could walk in to the store he'd been visiting for years and walk straight into the one thing they'd changed. What he hadn't been expected was someone coming over to check on him, and as he looked up he almost laughed again at her worried expression. "I'm sure I'll survive, but thanks anyway." He answered in his thick Irish brogue. And within moments, that pretty little worried face changed into a look of absolute shock and she stood there, staring at him. For a minute, Emmett wondered if he'd left the apartment with just half of his face shaved or if he'd fallen asleep and someone had drawn on his face again or something, and he sort of froze up a little himself, his eyes just as wide as her own, trying to figure out what she was staring at him for. He was just about ready to blame whatever she was staring at him for on his nonexistent evil twin brother, until she spoke again. And then slowly but surely, he grinned. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but all of a sudden, she looked positively thrilled, and apparently she knew who he was, as well, shockingly.
Realizing that he probably looked like a huge geek in front of the pretty young lady, Emmett quickly brought his hand down away from his face, a huge, dorky grin on his lips as she told him she loved him. As flattering as that was, he was still really not sure what was going on. She recognized him? Emmett wasn't even aware that he had fans. Well, when he stopped and thought about it, he'd have to have some fans, or else he wouldn't be making any money. But she certainly was not who he thought would be reading his work. He always figured if anyone, it would be a few nerds who just picked it up on accident. But she was way too gorgeous for him to even imagine being a fan of his. He sort of just stood there with this ridiculous and slightly wild grin on his face, staring at her, as she introduced herself and held out her hand. It took a moment before he realized that he was meant to shake it, he was still a tad bit in shock that she actually knew who he was. And then he shook his own head, chuckling a little as he reached forward to give her hand a gentle shake. "Oh! No, not rude at all! I'm .. flattered." Was he being punked? Was this being filmed? If he wasn't so convinced that Presley and the guys were at home playing their game, he would be sure they were hiding somewhere with a camera.
The weirdest thing about this all was that she seemed completely genuine about the whole thing. Like she was honestly just a huge fan of his. But somehow, for whatever reason, Emmett could not comprehend this.idea "Well, thank you very much, but, um.. Are you quite sure you're not talking about some other devilishly handsome and incomparably charming Emmett O'Connell? Because.. I mean, I'm not that worthy," he asked with a teasing but curious look in his eye. Honestly, Emmett didn't fancy himself as either of the above, he was way too gangly and awkward and made far too many terrible jokes, but he always found one way or another to joke about his own rather strange entity. Which tended to either make people laugh or drove them away. And hopefully he wasn't driving her away. It wasn't every day that a beautiful woman came up and fangirled over him. Actually, it didn't happen any day. But it looked like miracles did happen after all, didn't they? Because any other way, Emmett probably would have never even spoken to this lovely young lady, Bridget, he was pretty sure she'd said her name was, Bridget Reid? Something like that. She already looked so far out of his league it was almost funny. But then again, it wasn't hard for someone to really be out of his league, in his own personal opinion.
But personally, Emmett didn't think he was so great. It was sort of combed in him through his childhood, he would never be much. And he'd succumbed to that, he didn't like to fight his parents, though they would probably argue that, too. notes // yours was perfect<3 |
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Post by BRIDGET ADELE REID on Jan 13, 2012 11:11:05 GMT 10
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In all her years – all twenty three of them, Bridget never thought she’d get to meet one of her idols. Though the jury was still out on Betty White she had just met Emmett O’Connell, one of her favorite writer and illustrators, the simple fact that he’d done both was awe inspiring to her. She’d appreciated the work that went into comic books and graphic novels since she got an internship at Marvel in college and saw what it took to make something that, for many years she thought were kids’ books that immature dorks still read. At her internship she was able to see that there were professional inker, letterers, colorists, cover artists and of course the more obvious writers and illustrators. She got to see them in action, what they put into it and it amazed her and made her feel like a loser for making fun of those people in high school that still read comic books. They were artists every single person involved and that beautiful creative energy made her happier than anything to be around.
Here she was standing in front of Emmett O’Connell, one of those magical artists and… she was making a complete fool out of herself. As much as she would like to believe she was a professional cool customer, she wasn’t right now – bouncing up and down like a four year old in front of an ice cream truck. She was being ridiculous, she’d been cooler in front of Stan Lee, granted she met him when she didn’t quite know who he was, which she now found mortifying. Never the less though she couldn’t contain her excitement or worry about toppling over in her five inch stilettos right now. If she fell she’s fall with a sparkle and honestly he probably wouldn’t mind having someone else look like a bigger klutz than him at the moment. She just smiled at him from ear to ear as he responded to her concerns, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him; it was like seeing a unicorn in your back yard to her. Though, she knew she was probably unnerving him she couldn’t stop, she knew she should, but honestly she couldn’t control herself anymore.
Mr. O’Connell seemed dumbfounded which she just simply couldn’t understand, he must have had people come up to him all the time! Then she got to thinking, what if they didn’t, what if everyone who talked to him was cool as a cucumber and didn’t show that they were super excited about meeting him. Gosh, what if she was being a loser in the comic book world! No, that couldn’t be true – she was just being appreciative for his work, right? Okay, so maybe she could me a bit less hyper about it, but how could she? It was like seeing a freaking unicorn in your back yard! Taking a breath she collected herself a bit allowing her now burning cheeks to rest for a moment until he spoke again, saying he was flattered. Bright crimson color rushed to her face like a drop of ink reacting in water. Bridget rarely blushed or became embarrassed, but at this moment she did and she was. He still didn’t quite seem to believe that she was actually here fan girling over him. Oh gosh, she was fan girling; the thought only caused her cheeks to become impossibly redder.
“Oh no, shut up! Of course you are!” good gosh did she really just tell him to shut up “I mean, no, you’re actually better looking in person too” squeezing her eyes shut she quickly added “not to say you aren’t photogenic” she was frazzling herself, talking a mile a minute as she dug herself a hole, slowly she was coming to the conclusion maybe she should start hoping to never meet Betty White... ever. Normally she was great at talking to people, but on the other hand she did have her occasional bouts with verbal diarrhea. One of her greatest flaws in her opinion – she was a blurter and it had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count. Her bubbly nature and blonde hair often caused people to think she was a vapid bimbo, but she wasn’t and she didn’t was Emmett to think she was. She needed to start being more mature “Oh Gosh, did I introduce myself even? Bridget” she’d already forgotten she had. She tried to make herself appear more mature than the four year old he probably saw her as, but couldn’t help but sneak peeks at him through her eye lashes still.
words; 769 | tagged banana/emmett | notes aw thank you! I love how humble emmett is xd | lyrics credit adele [/style] |
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Post by EMMETT GRADY O'CONNELL on Jan 17, 2012 13:44:48 GMT 10
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words // 757 // outfit // clothes // tagged // caroline as bridget let's not make this complicated,
I NEVER MADE THE HONOR ROLL, OVERTHINKING'S OVERRATED Emmett's eyebrows raised in amusement and he tried to hold back a laugh at the way she was freaking out about meeting him- him! Honestly! Normally, the roles would be reversed, he was never good at talking to girls such as herself but she was the one falling over her own feet, which made him feel so much better to be honest. Even though he usually wasn't spazzing out because he was a fan of their work, it was simply because he was irrevocably bad with beautiful women. It probably didn't help that his line of work was .. comic books. It probably just made him that much geekier, if possible. He looked up to notice that the girl was blushing- aww, she was blushing at him, that was so adorable. Of course, the idea of having a girl blushing over himself only made his cheeks turn slightly pink himself, embarrassingly enough. She told him to shut up, and then he couldn't help but to laugh at it a little. Now, that was more like it. People told him to shut up all the time- that was something he could work with. Even if she was just telling him to shut up so she could continue complimenting him, which indeed felt a little odd in turn, but still. He pursed his lips together to stop from smiling from ear to ear like an idiot at her as she told him that he was even better looking in person.
Gosh, she just got better and better by the minute! Was love at first sight really that possible? Or was he being the creepy one now? He did tend to turn that around and be that embarrassing and dreadfully creepy one in the conversation a lot more than he'd like to admit. He honestly didn't mean to though.. she just seemed so perfect already and it was probably just one of those things where he'd just be that sad little person forever in puppy love with someone who'd sooner or later move on. Or just never think of him in that way, one way or another it seemed to happen to him often.
Then she finally got around to remembering to tell him her name, and he grinned yet again. "Well, I would introduce myself too but I'm pretty sure we've established that you already know who I am." He tilted his head to the side and winked at her playfully, chuckling a little. "But it's lovely to meet you, miss Bridget." He told her, still worried that he was the one who looked like the idiot with the stupid smile on his face and moronic little lines when he managed to cut in. Maybe it was best if she was the one talking anyway, he usually made a fool of himself if he wasn't making the extreme effort not to, but in his opinion she wasn't making a fool of herself at all, maybe in thinking that he actually had a lot of talent, but mostly he just thought she was almost impossibly delightful and flattering and stunning and she truly had terrible taste if she really thought he was this incredible. But hey, he certainly was not complaining. In fact, he was quite enjoying this little conversation the two of them were sharing. It was definitely a change in pace from what he was ever used to but that was always healthy, right? He would like to think so anyway. But there was no way he was letting her go if he had any say in the matter, so he jumped at the next silence to continue speaking. "So, Bridget," He paused, an awkward little chuckle dying on his lips as he licked them and risked it all to keep talking.
"Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee or something with me? I mean, you don't have to because I'm really just very lame as I am sure you will soon enough realize but, I figured I'd ask." He grinned, never really dreaming for a minute that she'd actually accept because if you were to ask him, just look at him, look at her, think about it. But he thought it would be a nice gesture anyway. He blinked as he waited cheerily for an almost inveitably negative response. notes // awefjeowf i love themmm<3 |
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Post by BRIDGET ADELE REID on Jan 19, 2012 7:58:28 GMT 10
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Bridget felt as if she were going to wake up from a dream. As silly as that may sound and as creepy as she felt with how many hours she stalked his fan page, she wanted to know the second he put out a new novel. She knew it was ridiculous to be so excited over meeting another human being, I mean after all he wasn’t God. He was a human being who she was sure was flawed in some way shape or form, even if she couldn’t see any. His ears were a bit big and his teeth weren’t perfect, but she really didn’t consider either to be a flaw as they both added character to his otherwise dashing modelesque face. Easily he could model for GQ or something, but he was too talented to waste his time looking dapper in front of a camera and too sweet and modest from Bridget’s experience with male models. Not that she believed all models were stuck up snobs that thought their poo didn’t stink, but a lot of them seemed to be that way. At least a lot of the ones she’d met.
Though she rarely acknowledged she had any prominent effect on men, she knew she was a typically pretty girl that guys liked to date as a sort of trophy. However she would never guess that Emmett was having trouble talking to her because he found her too beautiful of a woman. Instead she simply thought he must’ve thought she was a deranged fan girl stalker and she became very afraid that he could somehow tell she checked his fan page daily, sometimes more than once and sometimes for long periods of time. How could he possibly know that though? She felt ridiculous for even thinking he could somehow innately tell she had weirdo fan girl tendencies. She was often told to stop being so hyper and definitely on many occasions chastised for her big mouth and told to shut and secure it with a pad lock. Usually choice expletives were less than skillfully included. With as much as she was put down for her easily excitable bubbliness she was also praised for it.
Some people were in awe of her optimism and overall cheerfulness on a daily basis. It wasn’t that she was never sad, but she made it a point to not put it on the people around her, sadness and anger were contagious, but so was love and cheerfulness and she was much more happy spreading that than their negative counter parts. And there was something to be said for that no doubt. She smiled as large happy smile as he teased her about introducing himself, she had quite established she knew him and probably that she knew too much about him as well. She could feel her cheeks go scarlet as he winked at her and she brought her comic book up to cover the lower half of her face. Hopefully it would come off as embarrassment to being so obvious about knowing who he was than the fact that his wink made her go bright red. She lower the comic book gathering herself a bit and teased with a surprising amount of calm “and I believe we’ve established it’s very nice to meet you too” he voice had a touch of seduction and coquettishness to it as well, which was strange for her. She never thought of herself as the sexy type, she was more the pretty girl that won people over with her personality rather than her sex appeal.
A small smile spread across her face and she looked to the floor as he asked if she would like to get a coffee with him. It wasn’t hard to make Bridget smile, but it was difficult to make her bashful about it. Not to mention she couldn’t help but love him a bit more for suggesting one of her favorite things on earth – coffee. Nodding she looked up at him again “I would love to, there’s this great little café down the road that makes the best breakfast muffins” she said controlling her excitement quite well for the situation, a complete contrast from her prior actions and demeanor. Normally she would go into a long rant about how just because they call them breakfast muffins doesn’t mean you can’t have them the rest of the day and how technically they were just bran muffins with a name that didn’t put the idea of relieving constipation into people’s minds. Not today though, today she was going to try her best not to scare Emmett off “let me just pay for this and we can go” she said gesturing to her Batman comic “that is if you’re ready” gave him a small smile before walking to the counter – her scarlet jeweled heels sparkling with each step – giving the clerk an “oh my gosh” face, but containing her urge to jump up and down.
She paid for her comic and gave the clerk all the lovely pleasantries she always did and then walked back to Emmett with a large smile on her face “Well kind sir, are you ready?”
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Post by EMMETT GRADY O'CONNELL on Feb 2, 2012 6:53:36 GMT 10
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words // 757 // outfit // clothes // tagged // caroline as bridget let's not make this complicated,
I NEVER MADE THE HONOR ROLL, OVERTHINKING'S OVERRATED Emmett let out a sadly slightly feminine giggle as she covered her face with her book, and he ran a hand through his hair nervously as she responded, shifting on his feet, entirely unable to wipe the huge grin off of his face. Was he the worst person in the world at talking to girls or what? He simply stood there, giggling like a little idiot as she teased him back. His smile only grew impossibly wider as she looked down at the ground bashfully and smiled back up at him. "Great!" He said in a regrettably high pitched voice, and then cleared his throat, "Err, I mean that sounds cool." He tried to cover it up with a more mature sounding reaction, which didn't really seem to work. Emmett never could seem to come across as really grown up. It was much too far out of his actual maturity level. Not to say that Emmett was entirely immature, he could be mature when he needed to be, but that was a very rare thing. Most of the time he was really just like a child.
He bobbed his head up and down encouragingly as she told him they could leave as soon as she paid for the comic. "Yes, of course. I'm ready whenever you are." Emmett continued, putting his hands behind his back and watching her with that silly grin of his as she walked past him toward the counter. He really was excited about this little outing with her, his day was considerably brightened because honestly he hadn't had anything to look forward to in a while. Which was probably one of those reasons that he hadn't been producing any good work lately. Or any work at all, for that matter. Emmett had been bothered for a rather long time by his publisher because he was feeling particularly uninspired as of late and he'd literally had to force even the simplest of drawings out of him. He hated that, though. Emmett loved drawing, and writing, and when he couldn't make anything new about it it drove him crazy. Or crazier than usual, anyway.
He sort of just stood there looking around at everything possible, trying not to stare at her like some ridiculous creep, and by the time she'd turned back around to him, he was staring at the ceiling. Emmett turned to face her again with another grin as she spoke to him again, and he bowed playfully at her. "That I am, my dear lady," He said as he raised back up. "One question though, is it walking distance?" He grinned. "Cause I didn't actually bring a car.." would it sound extremely pathetic if he asked for a ride? He totally wasn't even thinking about means of transportation when he asked if she wanted to go get some coffee. He just thought it would be a cool thing to do, since she was the basically the first person he'd ever met who was seriously interested in his work. Was it wrong that he sort of wanted to call up his older sister and start yelling at her that he had a fan, in a really annoying taunt-y voice? Yes, okay, it was totally wrong, but it felt good, honestly. Having someone really care about what he did.
This was just absolutely thrilling, to be honest. It did mean a lot to him. Was she feeling the same way he did? 'Cause he was .. giddy, actually. Which was pretty pathetic, really. You would have thought that he at least would be able to shut up and keep his cool around a fan. Even if she was the first fan that he actually met. notes // omg i am so sorry i made you wait so long |
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Post by BRIDGET ADELE REID on Feb 8, 2012 6:20:04 GMT 10
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She giggled happily as she often found herself doing while in the presence of others “Oh yeah! It’s just like four buildings away” she spoke and let out another small laugh. Bridget had always loved fresh air, even hikes were alright just not in five inch heels, especially five inch heels with no platform to buffer said height. Her shoes were fairly comfortable it’s not like she’d walk around in something that made her hate life, they just weren’t walking shoes. Actually she was one of those women who were fairly comfortable in heels as she’d trained herself from the age of fourteen on. Suffer for fashion her mother always said, but Bridget preferred to be stylish and comfortable. After all if you feel like you’re suffering, you aren’t going to be happy and might pass on an opportunity to talk to an amazing artist because you’re too grumpy to be concerned with their wellbeing, right?
Looping her arm through his she gave him a little tug to bring him toward the door. Another thing people tended to point out as a flaw of Bridget’s would be her lack of consideration for strangers’ personal space. It wasn’t like she was constantly hovering over people or anything, she just tended to be a very tactile person. Bridget needed to touch things ever since she was a little girl. People often told her she interacted with people like she’d known them for years and then they’d always emphasize that she hadn’t and shouldn’t give people hugs five seconds after meeting them – which she did often. Who didn’t want a hug after all? They’re like emotional heimlichs for the soul. At least that was how Bridge always thought of them, but maybe they were sort of a forbidden fruit for her due to the fact she wasn’t hugged much as a child unless she initiated it. She always wanted someone to hug her first and yet no one ever had. She always had to show her affection first and it was unfair to her, when every time you see someone you have to hug them before they’ll hug you.
Bridget wore her heart on her sleeve a bit and it got cracked a lot by those types of things. Simply because she felt people didn’t care about her enough to show affection to her freely. Funny how a girl who gave so much love felt so little in return, it was a good thing she didn’t give love to get it or else she wouldn’t be the person she is today. She liked making people feel important and well liked, that was the goal for her. She continued to tug at Emmett ‘til they reached the door she wrenched it open and allowed the spring’s cool breeze kiss her face happily. “So, what are you working on now?” she asked trying and failing to mask her eagerness as she loosened her grip on his arm, but kept them looped together. “It’s just up here” she said pointing to the little building before continuing to wait patiently for his answer, though her patience would wane if he kept her waiting for too long and she’d begin getting anxious, but she wasn’t there now.
The fact that she may be forcing Emmett to keep close in a way he may find uncomfortable wasn’t lost on her. Some people weren’t much for being touched and she hoped that Emmett wouldn’t think she was being too clingy or forward. It was just the way she was to be honest. If we’re being honest though she was beginning to become uncomfortable worrying that maybe he suddenly snatch his arm away and start running from her like she suddenly spouted horns. Should she ask him if it was alright that she was touching him or would that make the situation worse? She wasn’t sure how to proceed and Bridget hated not having a plan and furthermore not having a perfect plan. What if grabbing him and basically dragging him in the direction of the café was rude, it was kind of rude to her in hindsight, she wouldn’t particularly enjoy a man doing that to her. She was rather excited for coffee though and she hoped that was more how it came across rather than her being a pushy stalker who may or may not be kidnapping him.
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Post by EMMETT GRADY O'CONNELL on Feb 8, 2012 8:27:16 GMT 10
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words // 715 // outfit // clothes // tagged // caroline as bridget let's not make this complicated,
I NEVER MADE THE HONOR ROLL, OVERTHINKING'S OVERRATED Emmett smiled widely as she informed him that it was only a little way away, and he smiled. What a coincidence, definitely in a good way, though, a walk would be nice. He raised his eyebrows as she looped her arm through his and tugged him towards the door, and patiently let her lead him outside. Emmett was a very go-with-the-flow kinda guy and though usually the flow wasn't quite so pushy. But he wasn't complaining! Definitely not. Emmett was almost always the pushy one in a conversation, and he liked being able to have someone else lead for a change. Someone a little more assertive was a nice difference, really. His mouth opened a little as she asked what he was working on, and for a moment he struggled to find a good response for "nothing, i'm a lazy son of a gun and i don't even want to haul myself out of bed most mornings", and he sort of opened and closed it like a fish for a few moments, hemming and hawing, trying to get a good answer for her, before she told him that the building was right up ahead. "Oh, okay," He smiled again, looking ahead before he glanced back at her. She still looked expectant of an answer, unfortunately, and he didn't want to disappoint her since it seemed like she was so excited for another one of his books, but he didn't want to lie to her, either. Emmett hated lies. But didn't everyone?
He honestly was very comfortable with having her holding on to him, he walked a little taller with the fact that he had someone who looked like her hanging on to his arm, not like she was a prized posession or anything but it still made him feel pretty cool. "Well, I'm not really working on .. much at all right now." He finally got back to the question at hand that he was trying not to ignore because he really didn't want to seem rude. Even if his answer was probably completely unsatisfying. At least it was true, though. "Sort of.. well, writer's block, I guess." He shrugged, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. Writer's block was the best explanation he could come up with, honestly. He just hadn't been having any sort of inspiration coming to him recently. Just, nothing seemed to be coming to him. Some days he could sit and write and draw for hours on end, and then the next day he couldn't even write more than two sentences. And sometimes it wasn't even lack of inspiration, his vision would just go blurry and he'd be seeing double and just wouldn't feel like even getting out of bed in the mornings. But didn't everyone feel like that every once in a while? Maybe not the vision failing part, that was new, but the getting out of bed part at least, anyway.
Emmett shook his head to clear his thoughts as he looked back at her again with another renewed grin. What was he doing, thinking about fuzzy vision, when he had company who was actually interested in what he was doing? "From a fan's perspective, since you seem to be the only one I've got, or at least the only one admitting that you like my work anyhow, do you have suggestions or anything?" He paused, and almost involuntarily continued talking even though he wasn't really quite sure what led him to share this information, "I mean, I'm practically brain-dead here, trying to come up with something- anything. My publisher won't leave me alone and I've got nothing as of recent and it's driving me bloody mad." Good job, Emmett, admit to the one person who cares what you're doing that you're even hopeless at that, smooth sailing ahead for sure. He chuckled at his own pathetic question, and shook his head. Some kind of a failure he was after all. It'd all sort of spilled out all at once after he'd asked her, if he'd stopped while he was ahead it probably wouldn't have ended so bad but to say that he was going stark mad was probably not something anyone'd want to hear, especially if they were linked arms with them at the moment. notes // (: |
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Post by BRIDGET ADELE REID on Feb 11, 2012 6:32:08 GMT 10
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Emmett didn’t seem to be wriggling to get his arm out from her which she was afraid felt like a python trying to crush him, she continued to loosen her grip, but still didn’t allow her arm to drop from his. Her mouth parted a bit as her eyebrows rose in sadness “oh no, writers block is horrible” she said as her eyes fell to the pavement in disappointment, she’d had it plenty of times, she may have been a style blogger but that did not save her from the clutches of the big wall that forms sometimes in front of inspiration. “there’s nothing worse than not being able to do something you love” Okay, she was assuming he loved his job, but she figured someone wouldn’t likely fight for a spot in a competitive creative field like graphic novels if he didn’t love his job. Furthermore she was not just saying what she felt was appropriate, but was being completely and genuinely honest in her response to such disappointing news. She couldn’t be mad at him for having writer’s block or even illustrator’s block, she was sure such a thing existed.
If he’d just told her he didn’t find his work interesting anymore she may have had to smack him, but for this, she couldn’t be mad at him. She understood his predicament and felt horribly sorry for poking at a possibly sore subject. Though, she was fairly used to the feeling as her big, babbling mouth tended to do that often.
She allowed herself to laugh “please you have plenty, I have an ex-boyfriend in particular that would flip if he knew I was getting to meet you and he wasn’t” she said encouragingly. Bridget couldn’t say that little fact didn’t give her some level of satisfaction. After all, the ass hole had broken her heart by being the second boyfriend that cheated on her. Then he had to shatter it, by telling her she wasn’t smart or stimulating enough to hold his affection. Yet another man who just saw her as a pretty face and nothing more, she couldn’t lie, that hurt. She’d gotten hurt a lot through the years which could have been the reason she pretty much swore off dating and began her road of celibacy. She wasn’t the type to sleep around, she knew that and the day she could sleep with someone without any emotion attached would be the day she gave up on love. That was something she never wanted to do. In perfect honesty she didn’t believe she even could.
Laughing again she shook her head “I’d probably end your career for good if I tried to give you advise” It was likely true, as much as she wished she could dream up amazing fantasy worlds – she couldn’t and she knew that from years of trying. Instead when she wrote for leisure she would write about people based in the “real world”. “you’ve just got to trust in yourself and so does you publisher, when the time is right it’ll come and it’ll be amazing” she spoke with a comforting tone laced with an inflection that indicated she was sure of it – and she was. As they approached the coffee shop she released his arm as she wrenched open the door which was heavy to her small frame. She hated that every time she opened a door she looked weak. Walking through the threshold she held the door open behind her. “maybe some coffee will get those creative juices flowing” she said with an excited smile as she glanced back at him. It was probably horribly obvious that she was a born cheerleader and had engaged in the activity at some point in her life.
After both of them were tucked inside the coffee shop she stuck her arm out wiggling her fingers at him encouragingly to grab her hand. She wasn’t ever really shy, that much was obvious with the way she was constantly willing to touch strangers. To the point where some people found it off putting. She was acting as if they were suddenly best friends – like she often did – she hoped that wouldn’t be freaky to him, especially considering she wasn’t even the creepiest of his fans.
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Post by EMMETT GRADY O'CONNELL on Feb 14, 2012 13:51:32 GMT 10
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words // 687 // outfit // clothes // tagged // caroline as bridget let's not make this complicated,
I NEVER MADE THE HONOR ROLL, OVERTHINKING'S OVERRATED Emmett nodded slowly, raising one eyebrow at the extremely disappointed look on her face when he told her that he hadn't been doing any writing at all lately. Honestly, she just looked so sad he wished he could give her a hug, but that might just be a little weird. Then again, she had a death grip on his arm already was a little different. So instead he just sucked in his cheeks to hide his amusement at how much she really seemed to care about his novels and how dismayed she looked when she heard he wasn't working on anything at the moment. Not that it was altogether funny that she was so upset, it was just really cute, and surprising, honestly. "Very true indeed." He agreed to her statement, with a half a smile. It sounded like she knew how it felt, which got him a little curious about what she did for a living, but he didn't have the time to ask because the subject had already switched.
Emmett could feel another grin stretch from ear to ear as she laughed. She had a very cute laugh. He wasn't quite sure what she was laughing at, but it was cute nonetheless. And then she clarified- he had more fans than he thought he did, apparently. Both of his eyebrows raised this time as she told him her ex boyfriend would flip if he heard of this. Would she find it odd if he asked her to talk to his parents and tell them how much of a fan she was? Seriously. It was a miracle that he had kept his cool for so long already. If he wasn't sure that she would totally think he was a freak he would have been flipping out worse than her because hey, no one had ever been so openly fond of his work before. "Is that so?" He asked, chuckling a little himself. "I gotta say, though, I can't really give his opinion much credit if he let you go." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and laughed again.
He let out a disbelieving "Pshaww." as she told him she'd probably end his career if she gave him any advice. She seemed smart and inspiring enough already. But she went on to give him a little advice anyway, to which the corners of Emmett's mouth turned down slightly in an impressed manner. "See, you're not so bad at this advice thing after all." He assured her with a grin, as she let him go and went forward to open the door of the coffee shop. She looked like she was having some trouble with it and he began to step forward to help, but she'd already had it open and he quickly stepped forward to put his foot in the way so it didn't close on her, she just looked so little and he didn't want her to get squished by the thing. He walked in behind her, looking up and examining the surroundings of the shop with a curious grin.
Emmett almost didn't see her arm shooting out for him to hold her fingers because he was still looking around at the place, but when he looked back down at her she was wiggling her fingers encouragingly and with a grin, he took her hand. It was certainly a good thing neither of them were shy, or else this meeting would have gone a lot differently. But Emmett had always been quite comfortable with friendly people such as herself, and he liked to think he was a pretty friendly person as well. "Do you know what you want? I'll pay," not that he was altogether loaded or anything. But Emmett still felt the need to pay anyway, it seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do, and Emmett did as many gentlemanly things as he could fit in, he didn't want to seem like a cad as some people might label him, he was just thoughtless, he didn't consider most things and he just really didn't pay attention. notes // <3 |
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Post by BRIDGET ADELE REID on Feb 17, 2012 5:49:45 GMT 10
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Not all the foundation in the world could conceal her blushing cheeks which were turning a crimson red color as he commented about her ex-boyfriend’s taste. The worst part was she wasn’t wearing any, which would as least dim the bright color rising to the surface of her skin. She giggled “that’s what I said” she teased. If she were being perfectly honest she would tell him she actually hadn’t said anything, she just burst into tears, threw a lap at his head and ran out of his dorm room. It was all quite embarrassing actually. However this wasn’t something she felt she needed to be perfectly honest about, ex-boyfriends weren’t important and she couldn’t even remember why she’d brought up Clyde in the first place nor why just thinking about his name made her immediately curse how stupid it was. It always made her feel better to make fun of his name. Childish – she knew that, but still never the less. The funniest thing was she was over her ex; it was the betrayal she couldn’t quite shake.
The hurt that had come from every relationship she’d been in, all two of them. How they broke her and made her except she’d never meet a guy who wouldn’t cheat on her if the opportunity presented itself during their relationship. The fact that, she now believed all men were cowards that couldn’t break up with a girl before they went fucking around with someone else. They’d made her bitter about relationships and for that, she couldn’t forgive them. She didn’t even date anymore; she guarded her heart, locking it behind a steal cage all because of two boys who’d treated it like trash that was in desperate need to be thrown away. However, the strange part was – she’d freely give her heart to any friend and trust them with it completely. It was only relationships that she didn’t wear her heart on her sleeve. Sometimes when she wore long sleeves she pin a little heart broach to her sleeve as a joke, some people didn’t get it, but those that did always said “oh how clever”.
Emmett was showing no signs of allowing her cheeks a break, as he continued speaking she could feel her cheeks blazing with heat – she felt like a dork. People didn’t often tell her she was good at imparting advice though. Most people either made fun of her for sounding like she was quoting a Chinese proverb or they told her she didn’t have a brain in her head and she always had the stupidest ideas. She had to admit though, she believed that one’s believe in their self could change the world, it was the self-consciousness of people that caused them to be mean, or do things they didn’t believe in, in an attempt to be accepted. Belief in one’s work could create great beauty – great beauty that could have a profound change on the world. Too many people didn’t take the power of art seriously. Books could make you feel things you didn’t know you had in you and comic could open your eyes and allow you to literally see into someone else’s mind. Art was beautiful and Bridget wished she could do more of it. Emmett had a lot of pressure on him though. He was expected to crank out that beauty like a windmill spins in the wind.
She suddenly felt a bit terrible for feeding into that, he’d produce something when he was ready, she believed that and she also believed with all her heart it’d be better than the last. She finally just smiled at him meekly. As he grabbed her hand she pulled him toward the counter like a child pulling a parent toward an ice cream truck. Come to think of it, that was another thing Bridge had an obsession with. It was the only thing she could eat in recovery for a while. “oh no, I couldn’t let you do that” she said stopping short of the counter suddenly. She turned her eyes wide with her eyebrows raised as if the thought of it caused her great pain. As nice as it was she felt it would be horrible to allow him to play for her coffee and food, as if meeting him wasn’t enough. She couldn’t let him pay. “I should pay, I mean if anyone should, you’re the one who’s given me something already” she said ramble-ly and flustered.
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Post by EMMETT GRADY O'CONNELL on Feb 20, 2012 4:08:20 GMT 10
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words // 630 // outfit // clothes // tagged // caroline as bridget let's not make this complicated,
I NEVER MADE THE HONOR ROLL, OVERTHINKING'S OVERRATED Emmett grinned in childish delight as she blushed at his words. He couldn't imagine why she would be blushing, surely she got compliments like that all the time. If not, he really feared for the eyesight of all men in America. He chuckled as she responded with a giggle, and he reacheed up and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. He'd been completely serious, though she didn't seem to think so. But that wasn't any of his business, he supposed. He didn't want to seem pushy, after all. Even though technically he usually was. But he really didn't see why someone would leave her, she already seemed basically perfect to him. Though then again, he really hadn't known her for more than five minutes, so he was probably as far off as he always was. But it was nice to imagine either way.
Personally, Emmett wouldn't really know what it was like to have his heart broken. He hadn't been in all that many relationships and none lasted so long as for him to really feel that heartbreak. He was far too childish and weird for people to want to stay that long with him, it seemed, but he wasn't bitter about it. If it was meant to be, it was meant to be, and if it wasn't, well, then it wasn't. Apparently, he wasn't meant to be with anyone quite yet. If ever. But eh, he didn't mind, not really. He would rather be lonely than heartbroken. He'd seen heartbreak in action and honestly, he had no intention of that happening to him whatsoever. But seeing as she didn't look like she was pleased to have brought his name up, he only had to guess that it had ended rather badly. Honestly, he'd have no idea whatsoever, but he decided it was probably best if he changed the subject again or at least didn't continue it, so he just kept his mouth shut for the time being.
Her cheeks turned red again as he complimented her on her advice-giving skills and Emmett grinned again, looking forward again. Never had Emmett had much luck with women, he was never this successful in making one blush for this long and he was feeling rather proud of himself for getting along so well with her so far. His eyebrows raised as she insisted that he not pay for her, and before he could sputter out his own argument, she continued. "Calm down, love," he said, raising his free hand and holding it up in an innocent way, "I haven't given you anything 't all, you're the one with the killer advice, if you'd remember." He grinned again as he tried to remember if he had given her something or not. Unless she meant his novels, in which case she was ridiculously flattering and he didn't deserve it. At all. He was definitely not that good. "It's just a coffee, really, but if you insist." He didn't feel quite right about her paying for his, but if she felt so strongly against his wanting to buy her a coffee, he wasn't going to forcibly pay for it or something, that would be less gentlemanly than actually paying for the thing.
He studied her quietly with narrowed eyes, still not sure how to figure her out. She'd looked almost horrified at the suggestion, so it probably would be best if he didn't ask again, so instead he nodded his head towards the counter. "Well, go on then, miss Bridget." He said with a soft grin. Wouldn't want to keep her waiting. Besides, the counter was open and he didn't want to lose it to someone who came in a bit later when they wouldn't have to wait at all now. notes // sorry it's shorter :c |
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Post by BRIDGET ADELE REID on Feb 28, 2012 7:24:54 GMT 10
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Bridget often got over worked up about things or over excited, it was yet another aspect of her personality that people chastised her for. In all honesty it was a wonder she had any confidence due to people always putting down who she was. After all to criticize someone’s personality was like criticizing who they were as a whole. Personality it was made human’s human wasn’t it. Though, Bridget would swear animals had personalities as well, no matter how many people tried to persuade her otherwise, she’s had animals before and they all had very different personalities, even those from the same species. Some Bridget would say was her worst trait would have to be that she felt stupid too often, she was smart enough, she should know that and feel confident in her own people and intellectual skills – not stupid. However, stupid was just how she was feeling at the moment. She’d gotten all worked up and now felt stupidly rude. He’d offered to pay and the thought that he was trying to be gentlemanly hadn’t crossed her mind until just then. Nor had the thought that refusing could potentially be seen as rude and the last thing she ever meant to be was rude.
“I’m sorry” she replied as he urged her to calm herself.
Her cheeks flushed yet again as he continued to speak. Goodness, this had to be the most she’d ever blushed in her life. Bridget didn’t like blushing either and tried to avoid it, which probably stemmed from her mother always scolding her for her crimson filled cheeks saying she looked like a baboon’s ass. No, Bridget’s mother wasn’t always the most nurturing and didn’t want people to think any daughter of hers was insecure. What she never understood though was blushing wasn’t a sign of insecurity and studies had shown that people who blush usually give off the impression that they’re trust worthy. Well if that were true Emmett must be thinking she’s the most trustworthy individual alive! She only felt even more stupid and silly as he continued, she finally just covered her face making a tiny squeal like noise behind her hands “Gosh, this is not going well” she took a breath before apologizing yet again with a small grimace on her face. “I just… how ‘bout Dutch” she said with a nod and walked up to the counter. Having them both pay for their own order seemed the best way to try and mediate the disaster that seemed to be building with each word she let out of her enormously big bumbling mouth.
Reaching the counter she tried to give the girl behind the counter a friendly smile, though it came off as more of a pained expression. “Hi, Bridge” the girl behind the counter before asking her if she wanted her usual order. Bridget nodded, it would become very obvious to the brilliant man behind her that she came here often and furthermore that she was a bore who ordered the same thing all the time. Again, she felt like a dolt. She gave the girl behind the counter the money for her order and dropped a dollar in the tip jar which was over the customary fifteen percent; she always gave a dollar or more even if her order was only a dollar for an order of water or something. She was a generous soul, though not frivolous. She stepped aside allowing a clear path for Emmitt to order as she waited patiently for her white chocolate blended coffee and Breakfast muffin – mortified.
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