this is the life , joe

[indigo ellering']

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and i know that it's a wonderful world,
but i can't feel it right now.


The alarm clock beside Indigo's bed beeped, waking her up immediately. It was nine o'clock on a Sunday morning and the blinding sun was pouring in from the half opened curtain, causing Indie to wince at the sudden change of light. The night before she had been practising her drumming with a bottle of vodka to herself, getting shouted at by Alexis and Shane for banging at three o'clock in the morning, but she couldn't care less, she had been enjoying herself. Of course, nothing lasted forever and now she had a killer hangover. Grunting, she swung her legs from her soft bed and stood up, checking her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red and watery, but other than that she looked presentable. Checking her body in the mirror, she rested a hand on her stomach, outlining her ribs with her index finger, she hated her body.

Indigo stumbled over to her wardrobe and pulled out a tank top and skinny jeans, slipping them onto her petite figure. She grabbed a pair of retro sunglasses and slid them on, then a pair of pumps and pushed her feet into them. She needed to get out of her stuffy dorm, and although she had no idea where she would go, she still needed to get away. Pulling her door open, she pranced through the living area and looked around, nobody was up yet to her pleasure, and she exited the dorm room, now standing in a corridor. She had only been in London for four weeks, and she still didn't know where anything was or even the way outside of school. Indie peered down the long corridor, and going with her instinct she walked down it, passing many silent rooms. Not many people were awake on a Sunday morning.

After walking down several corridors of the beautiful and elite school, she arrived at an opening to the outside. A smile curved on her light pink lips as she glided through the door and headed forwards. One of the spots she had been hanging around a lot lately was the coffee place, closely followed by the park, and she had decided that was where she would go today. Heading down the lonely streets of London, she arrived at Starbucks, the world famous coffee shop. Walking in, the smell of coffee beans hit her and made the smile which was on her face moments earlier appear again. She ordered an instant caffeinated coffee, and giving him the money she took the drink, taking a sip of it and feeling the hot liquid soothe her throat, causing her headache to decrease a little.

Indigo moved swiftly to the door, pulling it open and heading out of it. The mild weather was perfect, of course it wasn’t anything compared to the hot summer sun of Melbourne, but it was still beautiful. Once again she found herself walking down the street, the brisk air hitting her face hard, although she enjoyed the feeling. Dee walked down the long road, passing different buildings and council houses. London was such a fascinating place, a place that was different to all others she had ever visited; it was beautiful in its own way. Indie looked straight ahead of her, and saw the ornate gates to ‘Hyde Park’, she had reached her destination.

Indigo walked swiftly through the gates of the well known park and took a look around her at the beautiful views. The green grass next to her was just as amazing as the orange and yellow leaves that hung limply on the tall trees. The scenery was such a contrast to the life outside of the park. Walking past the few people who were walking their dogs, oblivious to how amazing the landscape around them was. For residents of London, this was normal, but for Indigo, it was heaven.

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[joseph posen]

ashes to ashes

Joe rolled over, his dark hair a mess. His alarm hadn't gone off and he couldn't remember why. Then it came to him. He'd turned it off the night before. He'd been planning a lie in, but he'd never been very good at them. In fact, and in all honesty, he was rubbish at them. He couldn't usually stay in bed beyond eight thirty and even that was a push. Back home, whichever home he chose, either Oxford of Mount Isa, he'd usually woken up as early as possible to get in a bit of jet-skiing before school. In Oxford he'd taken up the tradition of the morning jog. A relaxing start to the day. In Oxford it had been start at about seven and go for a run around Uni Parks before going home, having a shower and heading off to lessons. He'd boarded at his old school so had to either sneak or go out with an older pupil. He hadn't minded that. Mostly with the cross country team on a training run. Nothing like pacing yourself against the countries under 18s for a big of endurance. It was always good fun.

Joe yawned and sat up, rubbing his head. It didn't do anything for his hair at that point. It was a mess and was going to stay that way until it was wet. It probably wouldn't take long. It would either rain, or the more likely, he'd have a shower. He had a shower at least once a day, just because he could really. It was clean. He liked to be clean and crisp. And usually he was. Except now it was half past eight and he'd just got up. He swung his legs out of bed and stood up, shaking off the head rush. Damn blood rush. He took a deeo breath and staggered into the bathroom for his morning shower. Or at least one of them.

The air outside wasn't actually that chilly. For once. It was pleasently mild. Joe ruffled up his now rather neater brown hair and pushed open the door to the building in which he'd made his home. The street outside was empty. It was a sunday morning for one thing. Joe contemplated going for a coffee, but decided not to. He didn't really need the caffine at the moment. He'd had a good nights sleep and rarely had a hang over. Today was just a usual morning for a run in the park. The artist broke into a run and headed off down the street in the direction of the park. He knew the way well, even in the dark with the rather lax streetlamps. He went that way at least twice a day.

Joe slowed to a walk. He'd been on a quiet run through the park. He liked Hyde Park. It reminded him of home, in Oxford. Florence Park and South Park. Even Uni Parks. Hyde Park was probably bigger than all three together, but it was still a good place to go. You could really go for a good run out in the rain in Hyde. It was relaxing and usually pretty quiet. If you stuck to the gates and rail-lines all you were likely to run into was the House Hold Cavelry out on a training op. Joe had seen them whilst jogging along the west flank path. They'd all been in formation, bouncing along like a strange cartoon. Joe had given them a salute and recieved one back from the leading file rider. It had brought a smile to the artist face as he'd carried on.

Joe hadn't really planned this out. He was supposed to meet Gabe but he was thinking of being a no-show. He didn't want to have to make up another story about a bar fight. He still had the bruise on his cheek from the last time. Not exactly the most cheerful times. Not like the past had been. But there was no point on dwelling on the past. It was the past and it wasn't coming back. But it wasn't himself he felt sorry for. He wasn't the blunt end of most of Gabe's rage. Shane took most of it, seeing as she was around him most. But there was no use dwelling on that either. Joe broke into a run, running out his thoughts. Best and only way he had.

Hyde Park wasn't as empty as the street at nine o'clock. Dog walkers and such were filling the little paths. He got a few friendly waves as he jogged passed and he returned them with one of his cheerful smiles. He cast a glance around not really looking where he was heading. He knew the path's turns and forks well. What he wasn't expecting was someone coming the other way. He canoned into the brunette, knocking the coffee cup out of her hand. He stumbled but managed to pick himself up.
"I really sorry!" He blurted out, turning to face her. His aussie accent clear cut through the quiet park. He glanced down at the coffee cup on the ground. Well, she wasn't going to drink that in the near future.
"Look, let me buy you another one. As an apology?" He asked, running a nervous hand through his dark brown hair.

[indigo ellering']

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and i know that it's a wonderful world,
but i can't feel it right now.

Indigo was walking aimlessly around the scenic Hyde Park, her mind racing faster than her legs were taking her. She couldn't focus on anything at the moment; everything seemed to be going wrong at the new school, Hoffman Academy. Okay, so it was a lot better than home, where her father was probably sprawled on the sofa, but it still wasn't amazing. Of course, Indie was over exaggerating the situation, The Hoff wasn't that bad, but everybody seemed to ignore her, like she was invisible, that was what she felt like a lot of the time, especially walking around Hyde Park, everybody just looked through her, like she didn't exist. That was why it was such a shock to her when somebody ran into her, causing her to stagger backwards, her coffee splattering on the ground. She looked down at it, with a raised eyebrow, when she heard a familiar accent.

Looking up almost instantly, she saw a charming guy who had obviously been for a run. If he hadn't apologized to her straight away she would have probably just pushed past the boy, but he didn't, so she stayed, listening to what he had to stay. "I'm really sorry! Look, let me buy you another one. As an apology?" he said to her. Taking a step back, she gave a soft smile as she brushed some stray brunette hairs out of her porcelain face. She definitely hadn't expected that, she had expected him to just run past, not caring about her, but apparently he was better than that. Well she wasn't expecting that to happen, of course, nobody was decent here, well the few people she had met were, but everybody else seemed like asses.

"It's okay." she said in a quiet tone, looking down at her spilt coffee. It was the first time she had spoken all day, and her voice was squeaky and rough, but her Australian accent was still as clear as water. They obviously already had something in common. "Oh no it's fine." she replied politely, giving a short nod. Indigo pulled off her sunglasses, realizing that it was autumn and not sunny at all. Of course, she didn't care before hand, as she didn't know anybody, the weird looks made her laugh, but now she was actually with somebody, it seemed stupid. The sudden change of light came a shock to her, causing her to wince and the banging headache to return, half because of the missing coffee and also the brightness of the sky. She now regretted the drinking the night before, it was like a punishment now, man she hated hangovers.

Slipping her glasses into her tight pocket, she ran a hand through her soft hair, her previous comment running through her head. She had sounded so rude, by just saying no, and Indie hated being rude. "Pretend I didn't say that. Sure, that'd be cool." she said, attempting not to make a fool out of herself by laughing a little at the end, this was a chance for a friend, something she needed desperately, sure, she had Razz, but he seemed to be in awe at Lexi, and she was sure Shane preferred Alexis to Indigo. Yeah, she could blame her lack of friends on Alexis. "I'm Indie, by the way." she said, a warm smile illuminating her features, Digo always loved meeting new people, always.


ooc , terrible, but muse is low.

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[joseph posen]

dust to dust

Joe's cheerful, if appologetic expression stayed in place at most times of day. Well, maybe not the appologetic streak, but the cheerful. Except coming back from a 'barfight'. Luckily for him, that sounded so selfish, but it was, Gabriel had been off with family since last friday, he'd be back on monday, but that gave him another day. Joe had a skill of making the most of his time, and that was exactly what he was going to do. And, meeting someone new was always a bonus. And she'd turned out to be an Aussie. Great! There weren't that many Aussies around Hoffman. Many brits, seeing as it was London, quite a few Americans and one or two from other parts of the UK.

The soft breeze that filtered through the trees made him glance up. It was a bad sign when the wind started picking up. It could signal bad weather, and usually did signal bad weather to come. But it was alright at the moment, the sun was still out, weak but still there. Good thing Joe had learnt a long time ago to bring a jumper on any run he went on. So the Australian rugby jumper was tied around his waist. He didn't really play Rugby much, he had when he was younger, back to Australia, but not any more. He still watched the Rugby League with interest, but other than that, he mainly left it alone. Except for his large collection of rugby jumpers.

The brunette's reply deflated him slightly. He was only trying to be polite. Maybe she'd just taken the advice of parents, never talk to strangers. It was probably sensible. The more you trusted randomers you met in Hyde Park, the more likely you were to get murdered by one. Or worse, if you could get worse than murdered. We didn't really think dwelling on what was better than being murdered would help in any way what so ever. With anything. He smiled, but tried to hide it, when she took off her sunglasses. Sunglasses in Autumn, that's a new one. At least it was a new one in London. Where was the sun in autumn, sun that needed sunglasses. Well, nothing too bad, might as well make the most of the sun you got.

Her next reply was something he didn't expect. He gave her a wide smile. Maybe he'd have that coffee after all. He was probably a caffine addict if there was one. He had about four a day and he drank his coffee black. Nothing else. Just complete black coffee. Caffine with water. Yum, great wake up call. In his head he went through the number of coffee shops he knew around the Hyde Park area. Well, he knew of six. Three Starbucks a Costa and two stands. Nearest would be a Starbucks but the best would be the Costa. They were basically next to each other so it didn't particually matter.

"Great." He replied, glancing back towards the gates. Her name, as usual, came next. Clear introduction makes it easier. I'm Joe." He replied, taking a step to her side. "Shall we go?" He asked, pulling the knot in the arms of his rugby jumper tighter so it didn't fall down. Now that would be embarressing.