Mrs. Dicaprio
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Mrs. Dicaprio
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None so far have dared to land here.
None so far have dared to land here.
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Mrs. Dicaprio
Mrs. Dicaprio
xDish
Dapper Dabbler
.:MaX R. Dale:.
The buzzing, highly-annoying noise filled the room, but not the ears of the young man sprawled out across the blue-and-white checkered blanket that was half on the bed and half off the edge, pooling out onto the carpet. After a good six and a half minutes, the sound suddenly startled the man, sending him into an upright position. His hair was flared up on the side he had be lying down on, his eyes askew, and his mouth agape as he stared into space.
He slammed his clenched fist down onto the alarm clock, abruptly shutting it off. Max stumbled out of bed and practically crawled his way into the bedroom's bathroom, stopping to stand in front of the mirror. He ran a dirty hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes before standing in the shower to clean himself off for the day. When he exited a short eleven and three quarters later, he proceeded to brush his teeth, put on antiperspirant, brush his hair, get dressed in a light assortment of clothing, then putting on his mall security uniform, and make his way into the kitchen.
His hand fumbled through the cupboard, reaching in and out of several ones half-heartedly until he felt the large cardboard box with the words, "Froot-loopz" sprawled across it. It was a lame attempt at a knock off of the famous cereal, but it came at a much lower cost... and a much lower taste. Yet, none of that mattered to him as he filled up his bowl with cold cereal and milk, eating the breakfast quickly as he was running near his deadline. When the meal was finished, he tossed the bowl into the sink and wrapped the cereal box up, tossing it into a different cupboard that he'd gotten it out of originally.
After grabbing his hat off of the coat-rack, along with a large blue standard-issue uniform jacket, he exited his small one room apartment. As he stepped down the concrete staircase he gave a light wave to his neighbor, then proceeded to head to his crummy 1993 Toyota hatchback that he had been given as a 'gift' by his father. The thing was more like a curse then a gift, but it got him from point A to point B without too much problems. And with that, he was on his way to the coffee shop to have a quick friendly meeting before he started his shift.
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Juliet woke that morning as her cellphone rang. The ring-tone happened to be Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me". A tan arm reached from under the white comforter and grabbed it. She looked at it,and groaned. It was her mother. No doubt calling to 'chat'. She stood up and as the phone stopped ringing, she looked at the LED clock. It was 7:10. The slender female dressed in a Green Day tee shirt and a pair of pegged jeans, slipping her checkered VANS onto her feet. She slipped her black messenger bag onto her shoulder and deposited the cellphone in her purse, which she took in her right hand. She grabbed her keys and walked out the door, not giving it a second thought, and locking the door behind her. She walked out to her car and started towards the coffee shop. She was supposed to meet her friends at the coffee shop before her shift at a daycare. She pulled into the parking lot and shut off the car.
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Eloquent Dabbler
Bridget awoke to the sound of her alarm clock and she tossed around in her bed in a panic until she finally relaxed in a sitting position. Her lime green and black blankets were tangled around her legs and torso, and her hair was a mess. She ran a hand through her messy hair and glanced to her alarm clock, seeing she was already running late.
So quickly, she got up, throwing her blankets on her bed as she ran through her apartment desperatly, trying to remember where she had put the clean towels. Bridge was always forgetting where she put things. Finally, she found a nice blue towel and ran to the bathroom, tossing her things in the hamper as she hopped in the shower.
Bridge was out of the shower in fifteen minutes flat, and she quickly blow dried her long brown hair, straightening it. After putting on some eyeliner and lipgloss, she put her hair in a neat ponytail and dressed into a jean mini skirt and a tight pink long sleeved shirt, putting on some small and strappy pink heels. Bridget was pretty short, so the heels didn't do much for her.
After grabbing her purse and running through a list in her mind to make sure she had everything, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door, and down to the parking lot. She had arranged to meet her friends for breakfast before work that day. Bridge was a manager at a clothing store in the mall. So after getting into her car, she headed towards the coffee shop where she'd meet her friends.
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