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[Erinn Lear]

E R I N N L E A R

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[Silvia Irissia Davis]

Death by iPod...

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Each small event leads to a chain of reactions...
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Silvia had half her mind to push the idiot who made her drop her iPod infront of a bus. Who in the right mind would knock into a child of Apollo while she was listening to her currently favorite song, The Great Escape, make her drop her iPod. And just jog past as she stared down at the broken pieces in horror. The screen cracked, and pieces lay beside it. To make matters worse, by pure coincidence a old man wheeled by with a wheelchair. Running over her already damaged iPod. What where the odds that all this would happen just two blocks away.

Hissing in frustration she looked once more at the broken iPod she held in her hands. 789, that was the amount of songs downloaded. And that was only because she got rid of half of them the night before. holding a small black piece of iPod she looked at the Apple store. Another iPod destroyed...How sad...Normally Silvia would have just went back home and fished around for an MP3. But this iPod, was a keeper, until it was destroyed.

Cheeks flushed with fury she looked down the street, half expecting another person to run past and make her drop the iPod once more. Walking in she immediately saw what she was looking for and nearly jumped with joy. Another iPod. Sure she was mad about the death of her previous iPod. But this meant more Gigabytes. Which meant more songs. In other words, a victory. Smiling she took attention to the one with the most GB. But as if losing her train of thought she immediately zoned out, a image of her downloading new songs onto a new Apply appliance filled her mind as she racked her brain for the list of songs she wanted to download.

Black converses tapping the ground she wondered if she should buy it now or wait. Frowning she tried to decide. 'Music today' or 'Music today through radio' rummaging through her jacket pocket she fished out her wallet looking down at the credit card her father gave her. Maybe she should just buy it. Mr. Davis did say the card was for her enjoyment. But maybe she shouldn't...Sighing she looked around hoping to see a skin for the iPod, incase someone makes her drop it again. As her brown eyes surveyed the room she caught sight of a bright pink. Eyes narrowing she watched a boy, abit older than her trying to scratch off nail polish. He looked like someone who she would pass by at the hall, but he also looked severly bored. And judging from his Literature book he must have just finished a story or something. But she had no clue, and frankly she wasn't going to ask a complete stranger what he was doing with a literature book.

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[Erinn Lear]

[/i] type of girl. Atrractive so of course she thinks she owns the world, skipping in with her daddy's credit card to buy a new toy because her last one proabley looks too old. Erinn didn't exacctly care if she wasn't that type of girl, assuming that she wasn't was something that would have been highly unlikely. What did Erinn car e though? He got commison ontop of a regular pay check, she could buy up the whole store it jus ment a bigger paycheck for Torrin.

So, he slids his books off the front counter and drops them into his bag behind the counter, leaving a pen out so at least he won't seem so bored -possbiley- thought he dobuted once again if the girl would care about what ever he did. She wouldn't exactly need him untill she asked him some stupid question, maybe if she could get a pair of rinestone encrusted pink ear phones to match the case she seemed to be looking avidly at.

Erinn shifts his weight slowly as he passes the in and out and around his fingers. Stopping. And then reversing to go the other way. Erinn had found this easy to perfect since his dad had started teaching him how to do it at a young age, some times Erinn wondered if his dad was training him to be just like him, maybe not on the part about getting caught and charged with ten or so diffrent files of identiy fraud that he was charged with. He could see himself working side-by-side with his Dad even before he knew his dad lived off other peoples hard earned money.

Keeping his attention towards the pen he doesn't really want to notice or even pay attention to the girl cruzing around the shop. Erinn shifts his weight again on his feet and leans back down into a hunched postion resting his jaw on his hand to watch the pen twril around in his hand. [/ul]

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[Silvia Irissia Davis]

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One false move...and it may be your last…
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Maybe she did notice the guy watching her at first. Or maybe she was completely oblivious to such thing. In her point of view she was nothing to look at. Another daughter of Apollo, so why make a big fuss of it? So she didn’t notice his quick glance before returning to his boring routine in the store. Deciding on a case would most likely be the most difficult step. She liked silver, wait no adored silver. And the face a silver case just seemed to reflect off light was just luck. But she also liked a pink case. Frowning slightly se debated, both were screaming at her ‘look at me’ but they both had separate meanings. The pink more for a ‘I’m it’ girl and the silver for a realist, something that reflects your image with clear understanding.

Tapping the silver case she picked it up, and set it down again. Pulling out her currently earphones from her pocket she studied the pea shaped earlobe. Looking at a mushroom shaped one she picked it up. Setting it beside the silver case and checking if they matched. Cocking her head to the side slightly she then matched the two pink things. The rhinestones definitely catching her attention, maybe she should... Shaking her head she placed them back and grabbed the silver. Sure it seemed more expensive, but in a strangely elegant way it seemed more lavish.

Digging through her pocket she started to rummage through her coat for her wallet. Sure the credit card was in her hand. But now that she took another look at it, it was the same blue card that she spent a few hours earlier. Deciding it better not to blow all her money off through one card she searched for the feel of familiar leather. Walking to the counter and holding all her things in one hand she continued digging through her pocket. But she paused, her brown eyes narrowing as the stranger did a strange movement with his fingers. Had she ever seen this before? Most likely not. ”That’s cool. Where did you learn to do that?” she asked in a casually kind voice. The melody in it clear she had musical talent, a inheritance from her father.

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[Erinn Lear]

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Erinn doesn't look up at the comment but blinks and pulls himself out of his day dream about his home and stops twirling the pen through his fingers and goes from resting his cheek on his palm to resting his chin in the cradle of his hand. My dad . Erinn responses and gives the girl a lazy smile that only twitch up the left corner of his mouth with his eyes lazily half closed. What do you need? his voice to hims sounds like it's lulling realizing that he was tired now, of work, of talking to her, and of staying awake of course. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul]

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