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Post by orla maria callahan on Jul 23, 2012 11:08:31 GMT -5
 It was summer and the living was easy, at least that was what Orla told herself. She wasn’t wealthy enough to have a family home in some distant country where she could vacation, nor was she poor enough that she had to spend her entire summer working. Being stuck in the middle was nice, but sometimes she wish she could just pick up and go away on a cruise or to Europe or somewhere lovely where she could get belligerent without her friends judging her too much. It was summer for goodness’ sake! Orly was supposed to wasted on a beach with her besties, instead she was visiting an aquarium. There wasn’t anything wrong with visiting an aquarium, but it just wasn’t the ideal place to get “shwastey-pants” as Snooki called it.
Still, visiting the aquarium was her idea, so she would live with wandering around amongst all the camps and young children with their nannies. Orla had always wanted to be a dolphin trainer, it was one of her secrets that she never told her college friends. Why should she waste her parents money if she were going to be a dolphin trainer? She had to, at least, do something worthwhile- marine biology or something along those lines. Of course, whenever Orla mentioned working with sea animals her parents scoffed and told her she needed to be an accountant or lawyer or doctor, so she could get out of the middle class rut and escape to the upper class where things would be handed to her much easier.
Orla paid the admission to the aquarium to the acne ridden, teenaged, attendant and smiled. She wandered through the large entryway with pictures of tons of marine life. The place was pretty crowded with camps but not too unbearable. She wandered through an exhibit of brightly colored tropical fish and took a second to watch them. There was something about watching fish that made her feel so calm. Perhaps she should invest in a home aquarium, for whenever she was stressed with school. The fish moved around, lazily not having a care in a world. At least that was the way she interpreted it. She moved on passing more colorful fish and stopping at a tank that appeared to be empty. After studying it for a few minutes she found a seahorse that blended in perfectly with the coral in the background. What a sneaky devil she thought, amused.
Moving on, she passed through a dark room where there were fluorescent looking jellyfish. She stopped here, she was completely enamored with the jellyfish and how they were so pretty, but could be so dangerous. She stood at this tank for a few minutes, she felt someone push at her and decide it was time to move again. Orla was only at the beginning of the aquarium and she had a lot more to look at before she would get bored, go home and have a few drinks.
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Post by tristanmatthews on Jul 23, 2012 15:15:38 GMT -5
 party til the sun comes upSo basically Tristan had nothing to do. He woke up this morning ready to take on the world, but instead ended up answering phone calls about starting the next album and quick. “Look. I need down time. A vacation, like you promise. Give me some more time before I’ve got to jump back into crazy.” Was basically what he kept repeating as his goodbye line and hanging up. The point of doing all of this was for fun. He liked doing it, and relieved stress that way. But then he got discovered and wham, he was in crazy land. Every little thing ended up as work, which he did not enjoy. Deadlines here, writing there, vocal practices, more lessons. It was stressful and Tristan did not do stressful. He was in the middle of one phone call when the next popped up in waiting. Tristan sighed and hung up the phone before turning it off. “There, deal with machine me, he’ll listen to all you’ve got.” The young man muttered before letting his head drop to the table in his hotel room. The place was a lovely replacement for his home in Ireland, not to mention his music crew didn’t have the key and couldn’t walk in early in the morning.
Tristan finally got up and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer he made someone buy him and took a swing. He lazily lifted a tour book and began going through it while casually sipping his beverage. “Well then.” He said marking off a few places he wanted to see and places he had been to. Finally when he couldn’t decided he threw the book. It landed next to the television and it opened up. He looked at what was circled. “That’ll work.” The blonde changed into a muscle shirt, some kahkis, and sandles before leaving. He made sure he had his aviadors pushed up his nose and his Miama Dolphins cap on. He of course took the back exit and went on his way. Tristan’s cab stopped in front of the aquarium and he gave a small smile. This would definitely kill some of his time. Tristan paid for his entrance before going on. Tristan began bouncing around like the kids around him, but didn’t keep Tristan from moving faster. The blonde’s face was basically pressed up to the glass when a kid pretty much shoved him aside. “Hey that was not nice.” Tristan stumbled over his feet and knocked softly into the person next to him.
He turned around with wide eyes. “Sorry, not my fault, it was his.” He said with his cheeky smile and pointed at the small kid being talked to by his dad.
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Post by orla maria callahan on Jul 23, 2012 17:34:11 GMT -5
Orla was pretty much getting ready to move on from the exhibit when someone pushed into her. She tripped over her own feet, her big bag and knee knocking into the glass. “Ow” she said rubbing her knee with her free hand. She turned around to see who had pushed her, even if it was one of the kids she could at least give them a dirty look. To her surprise, the person apologizing to her was not a child. The guy had a cheeky smile, and a familiar face. She couldn’t quite place where she had seen this guy before, but he probably just was one of the UMiami students who had the same idea as her. She looked over to where he had mentioned and saw a little kid that was being lectured by his father. Orla smiled, “it’s cool.”
She got shuffled again by another kid and laughed, “these kids really never learned their manners, you know?” Orla was definitely the type of girl to strike up a conversation with a stranger, so this was natural to her. The only thing nagging at her was this guy’s face. He looked so oddly familiar but she had no idea from where. Miami was, however, a busy place with a lot of people and a lot of activity that she might have just seen him at the beach before. Or maybe he just had one of those faces of people that could be easily mistaken for another. Orla knew all about that, she was often mistaken as Brooke’s sister- they did kind of look alike. Another large group of campers came rushing into the room and Orla’s big brown eyes widened. “Incoming”, she said jokingly as more preschool aged kids came in, banging on the glass.
“Hey” she said turning her attention back to the blonde boy in front of her “what do you say to getting out of this exhibit, before a wild pack of pre-teens and toddlers trample us, Lion King style.” She shouldered her bag and moved out of the room, weaving in and out of campers, checking over her shoulder to see if the blonde stranger was following her.
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