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[Adrienne Kensington]

Adrienne's breath came out in a cloud ahead of her. She clutched a Starbucks mug in one hand, and the straps of her chocolate-brown-with-gold-detailing Balenciaga leather hobo bag. It was the latest and she absolutely adored it. Brown was completely in this season, which was why the greater portion of her outfit--the base--was it.

She wore a clinging brown cotton C & C California jersey wrap dress with three quarter sleeves. Her tiny waist was accentuated with a thick Miss Sixty gold metallic belt, and a long gold Generra Jewels necklace hung from her thin neck. The charms consisted of a gold oak leaf and a skull and crossbones. Yeah, she was wearing tights under the dress--but nobody would ever notice it. Her shoes were chocolate brown strappy sandals.

The finishing touch was something difficult to pull off, and it was amazing that Adrienne did--a gold satin Dolce and Gabbana trench coat, complete with large wood buttons. It was funky, trendy, and a touch bohemian. It was warm and kind of pulled the outfit together. Most importantly? It was unique.

She stepped out of the Starbucks and began the walk down Fifth Avenue. The brisk air hit her like a speeding New York City taxi cabs--in a good way. Her wavy, natural brown hair went flying behind her, tickling her shoulders, as she balanced on her heels. The sidewalk might as well have been a runway.

[nikki]

THIS IS JAMES:

Eyes still glossed over with the remnants of sleep he'd only recently come out of, James clutched a coffee cup and sipped at it occasionally. Inside it was a simple vanilla latte, nothing special. Nothing fabulous. Nothing attention grabbing, which was surprising, considering he adored grabbing people's attention and keeping it on himself.
But he never looked desperate, he made sure of that. He knew what desperate was, how it felt, and what it appeared like to other people, and he'd vowed never to bring that upon himself. Never, ever.

Noticing first a cardboard cup similar to his own up ahead, James followed the arm holding it until his eyes came upon a female--what a shocker. He took a few seconds to fully look her over, taking in the full appearance. Her ensemble--well, mainly her coat--was out there, but in a good way. She'd taken a risk, and it had worked. It had worked extremely well.
Careful not to stare, he turned to study the fraying thread at the tip of his gloved index finger. He really should get new ones. But they just wouldn't be the same. They wouldn't be as comfortable.

"Hey, nice jacket," he complimented, small and boy-ish smile on his face as he looked back toward the female. "It's really original," he added, knowing the people enjoyed being called original. They just did, it was practically written in their DNA.

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[Adrienne Kensington]

Her eyes trailed along the glossy glass couture windows, specifically those of the vintage stores. She had been on the lookout for a pinup-style vintage Chanel Haute Couture red satin bustier gown. That was just what Adrienne did--she's see something in an old magazine or film that she liked, and then she'd go out and try to find it. Though her quests rarely succeeded, she always had a great time along the way.

Right now she glanced at the gorgeous, simple ensemble of black straight-leg linen Marc Jacobs pants, a white paper-thin long sleeved C & C California tee shirt, and a black-satin, bronze-buttoned Gucci vest. It was slim-fitting and flattering to a petite figure. The pair of burnished bronze-colored satin ballet flats paired with it were amazingly chic.

She turned around as someone complimented her jacket. "Aw, thanks. That's really sweet of you." It wasn't often that a cute stranger walked up to you in the street and said something about you coat--and called you an original. "I'm Adrienne." She shifted her cup to the opposite hand and reached out to shake his.

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[Ant & Ash Conan]

Antony sprinted down the street dogeing people where he could and calling back excuse me's where he had failed to miss someone and had hit them. He finally slowed down. He had a smile going from ear to ear even though he was doubled over panting and had shouted curse's following his trail. Why was the boy runnin? Simple, he had pissed off an already mad Kevin and so, had run out of the house before Kevin decided to do something about his large mouth. What was the boy wearing? Well. A purple shirt with a lime green dinosaur going 'RAWR' it was skin tight, like the jacket over it. No the jacket wasn't as tight as the shirt but it was almost. It was zipped up only half the way. On his legs were a pair of dark wash jeans held up by a belt with Gir running around on a piggy. Yes he loved Gir. Which explained the Gir on his Jacket that was cut in half because of the zipper. On his feet where Vans his left foot had lime green laces and the right foot had Hot pink laces. So what? Antony loved color. Standing up straight again still panting he walked forward seeing that cocky guy he had seen a day or so ago. He muttered choice words then remembered the make up around his eyes blue stretching from one side of his face to the other about an inch above and below the eye with a desigh like a black and white candy cain that curved down and then around in a swirl. Something that looked like it should come off The Nightmare Before Christmas. His eyelids were purple to contrast the blue on his face. He sighed, he'd have to get that off.

[nikki]

"It's no problem. Only saying the thing that I'm sure has crossed many a-person's mind as they walked past you."

Taking her hand and shaking it, James replied, "Nice to meet you, Adrienne. I'm James." What a polite boy. Of course, that'd wear off eventually. Once they actually started to care for him. Once they started getting close--if they even got that far in the first place--it'd just...disappear. He wouldn't be the same sweet, though cocky, young man they met.

James hated getting close to people. Letting them in on everything in your life only to be crushed by them later. It didn't work that way with him, anymore. It might have once, but like a lot of things, he'd promised himself it would never happen again. And if you know James, you know that he's not one to easily break a promise.
But as long as the relationship stayed fun, playful, and/or physical, it was all good. The girls were in the clear. After that...well, sucks for them.

"What are you drinking?" he asked curiously, blue-gray eyes flicking to the Starbucks container she held in her hand. James cared slightly about what she was drinking, but the question was more to stimulate a conversation rather than out of pure curiousity. He was curious, just not about that sort of thing...if you catch the drift.

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