YEAH, WE JUST MIGHT FEEL GOOD

[dimitri edward levin]

"damn…" he grumbled in his smooth, english-laced voice. dimitri levin scratched his furry chin, and slipped a strong hand into his black jean's pocket as he viewed the horizon out in front of him. he couldn't admit it, but he may have been a little lost on this small island. dimitri always had a astute memory, but directions always seemed to leave him quickly. he was standing out over a beautiful view of the waves rolling onto the rocks below, and the sunset enveloping the entire ocean in-front. the view sure was a hell of a lot nicer than england, for sure.

dimitri turned to walk himself down from the hill to the sidewalk infront of the various boutiques, restaurants and other seaside shops. he wasn't particularly hungry, nor did he really need any of the pretty sun dresses they advertised in the windows. he sighed, and grabbed his carton of cigarettes from his gray jacket pocket with the matches tucked inside. dimitri struck the match and lit his cigarette, and took a large drag on it while waving out the match. it was an ugly habit, he knew, but for the time being it wasn't going to propose an issue to him. though he was getting strange looks from some of the residents, probably worried about ruining the salty island air, dimitri honestly couldn't give a rats ass whether or not you wanted him to change. he deemed it the best way to go through life, the burden of worrying what the world thought was never on his shoulders.

with cigarette in hand, dimitri felt a little twist in his stomach that told him otherwise. it bodily stated that he was in no way as happy as he possibly could be. what would be a better way to end this vivid sunset then with a nice sweet from the bakery? sweets was possibly his favorite thing on this green earth. he'd quite drinking and smoking to avoid never being able to grace his pallet with sugar again. giving up sex was rather debatable though! dimitri pulled the cigarette away from his mouth as he peered his vision out further to see what stores were lined up down this street. dimitri narrowed his eerie black eyes, and a devious smirk unfurled on his lips. he took another drag from the cigarette and then quickened his pace towards the end of the road.

"bugger." dimitri whined staring up at the big sign of the bakery. he would actually have to wait and finish this cigarette before being able to enter. dimitri planted himself on the bench right across from the shop and laid his arms out of the back of the bench, his cigarette between two fingers. someone could have taken a picture of this moment and posted it as a magazine cover, dimitri fit the part so well.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

arizona nicole made her way through the streets of ehu island, her camera around her neck. the assignment? capture the uniqueness of ehu. it was supposed to get them not to be shy or timid out in public with their cameras, in truth, it meant that her homework was to wander around town. the spring breeze ruffled the tips of one of her braids, but she just lifted her face into it, enjoying the fact that it was march and she could be out here without a jacket. there were definitely some up sides to living on a tropical island.

raising her camera to her face, the red-head knelt on the sidewalk, focusing in on a young girl grinning up at her mom, a giant lollypop in her hands. clicking the shutter, arizona herself smiled, she may not like small children, but they did look great in photos like that. shaking her head, she got to her feet, humming a song that she had seen online somewhere.

peering around the area, camera in her hand now, rather than at her eyes, silver gaze waiting for anything that she could include in her little project. her brightly coloured converse pattered along on the sidewalk as she made her way down one of the streets, giving a polite nod to tourists who gave a glance at her camera. it had taken a few weeks, but she had finally gotten the hang of getting around the island, but she wouldn't deny, she was still figuring out all the different restaurants.

she had made herself just kind of glide into the island lifestyle, which was why tonight, she was just going with the flow, laughing at tourists, greeting people who said hello to her, even peering into the various stores and shops that lined the streets. she even had some colour in her wardrobe, that was the main thing that she had made herself do, greet the spring with some bright colours.

pulling her phone out of her pocket, the girl glanced at the time, and then tucked it back, picking another street to head down. scanning the sidewalks, she paused, her eyes zeroing in on the guy sitting on the bench, a cigarette hanging on his fingers. bringing her camera to her face, she aimed the lens at the guy, focusing and waiting for a part in the crowd so she could actually get the shot. click. grinning with satisfaction, she draped the camera over her shoulder and crossed the street, walking towards him. you do know that staring at it won't do anything, right? her slightly sarcastic tone mixed with her light french accent made for an interesting combination, but it worked for her. tucking one hand in her pocket and the other holding the strap of her camera, she tried to put a name to the face in front of her.

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clicketh.. notes; hope ye don't mind my joining. =]

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[dimitri edward levin]

dimitri pulled another puff from his cigarette and laid his ankle over his knee in that classic way men seemed to sit. his dark eyes set rapt on the ash tip of the cigarette, contemplating whether or not to waste it and put it out not. the click of a shutter snapped towards his direction, and he jerked his attention towards it. a pretty girl (who was slowly looking worse and worse on an account of peeving him.) slung a camera over her shoulder and began making her way to him. he arched an inquisitive eyebrow, flicking him finger against the cigg to knock off the ash behind the bench.

" you do know that staring at it won't do anything, right?" she spoke, her tone stemming out into a cheeky grin upon her face.
smug and unaffected, dimitri replied. "and you're perfectly aware that snapping a photo in public is rather impudent, oui?" living in britain for most of his life and being well acquainted with the country of france, he was ace in distinguishing a french accent. though his tone was generally unassuming, a little twinge of biting vexation was apparent.

obviously, this 'thing' had made herself comfortable infront of him, her being placed irritatingly right infront of his view of the bakery window. her hand was slipped relaxingly in her pocket, and her visage showing content. "may i ask who you are?" standing in the way of my strawberry tarts… he completed the last bit in his thoughts, though dimitri was leaning towards saying it. he switched the position of his legs and took another huff of his stick, his view slightly tilted away from her.

occ: SHORT! sorry love >.<

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

shifting her camera around her neck slightly, arizona watched as the boy cleared his cigarette, setting a look on her. and you're perfectly aware that snapping a photo in public is rather impudent, oui?

[/i] now it was her turn to raise a brow, recognising his accent without even any effort. wow, handsome and a smartass.[/b] she retorted, lazily tucking a hand in a pocket of her jeans.

may i ask who you are?[/i] laughing lightly, she glanced over her shoulder at the bakery, figuring it was at least cheap entertainment to annoy the guy. arizona cassaway, at your service.[/b] her fluid french accent rolling of her tongue, sounding more british than french seeing as she had all sorts of accents rolled into hers.

and i'm sorry, your picture was just too good to pass up, though it would probably boost my grade otherwise, i will delete it if it makes you that uncomfortable.[/b] the latter was somewhat mocking, but not much, she did know that some people just flat out didn't like having their pictures taken. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[dimitri edward levin]

unamused, dimitri took a last breath in of the cigarette and put it out in the public ashtray. he blew out the smoke towards the ocean's direction, his eyes focused on what seemed to not be the water, but the land that would be found if you traveled far enough. he wouldn't say that he missed london, but some of the people he missed terribly. ehu was nice, it housed him and his little ole' mother, but everyone else still waited in england for their next visit. dimitri wasn't the most companionable guy, but a few girls (he never seemed to get along much with men…) were near and dear to him.

he turned his attention back to the girl, holding her position proudly. "arizona cassaway, at your service" she replied, her accent still a dulcet french, but with an english pronunciation of the words. dimitri assumed she learned how to speak english in england, which wasn't uncommon for where he lived. many foreigners would catch on to the english accent if learning english over there, rather than taking an american spin on the words.

"and i'm sorry, your picture was just too good to pass up, though it would probably boost my grade otherwise, i will delete it if it makes you that uncomfortable."
all dimity could do in replied was chuckle, and give her a very confident and sexy smirk. "oh, well i'm glad i'm at least worth an a." he said smoothly, not one bit of smug leaking from his words. even that smirk upon his lips was just a sign of pure enjoyment, he'd rather smirk than smile anyways. it was one of the things ladies would fall all over him for, those few little simperingly looks he would give them if they happened to amuse them.

"well, i'm heading into the bakery, you're welcome to follow. i want to see my work of art." dimitri shrugged, as he passed by her to the door of the bakery.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

one thing that ehu had going for it was the ability to wear shorts or a tanktop pretty much year round, other than the week not too long ago where it snowed. . . unlike chicago. the eighteen year old watched as the guy extinguished his cigarette, leaving it in the ash tray. oh, well i'm glad i'm at least worth an a.

[/i] she wouldn't deny, the guy wasn't hard on the eyes, and she could think of a good few remarks to that comment, but she kept them to herself. most of them were along the lines of 'if the teacher were female, i have the feeling i'd get a grade higher than an a' but alas, she kept her mouth firmly shut.

add to that the accent and she was very impressed with the picture, and she hadn't even looked at it yet. well, i'm heading into the bakery, you're welcome to follow. i want to see my work of art.[/i] rolling her silver eyes, arizona smiled at the guy, generally i don't blindly follow guys whom's names i still don't know.[/b] her sarcastic tone held the fact that she would still join him at the bakery, she never turned down the opportunity to show off a picture.

shifting her camera over her shoulder, arizona followed after the brit, her vividly coloured converse padding along the cement side-walk. humming to herself, she headed into the bakery, scoping out a table or something, anything to distract her from the heavenly scents of the various pastries that filled the air. in truth, it made her think of the cupcakes that her mom used to make when she was little. if there was anything that she didn't think would taste good, her mother would chase her around the kitchen with a spatula. so what is with your very serious love of pastries? most others would have just come back later, but not you. . . [/b] she questioned, coming up alongside the male. curious.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[dimitri edward levin]

"generally i don't blindly follow guys whom's names i still don't know" he listened to her say, her toothsome accent rolling off her tongue.
"well, i'm dimitri levin." he mentioned, holding the door open for the girl and followed her to a table. arizona seemed engaging, which was great for dimitri considering demure folks never stayed in his interest for too long. he was fascinated by the eccentric and free spirit, and tended to actually want to engage in conversation with him. the english-french girl was no exception.

now that she wasn't getting on his last nerve, arizona actually seemed really pretty. it almost made him chuckle, most of the girls he ended up meeting always had the long blonde hair. he figured it was an island thing, but he wasn't necessarily extremely attracted to that sort of look. he seemed to go for the much darker colors of hair and eyes…though her accent wasn't exactly obnoxious.

"so what is with your very serious love of pastries? most others would have just come back later, but not you…" he chuckled and stood by his chair. "What can I say? Sweets are my absolute favorite thing." Dimitri said simply, turning his head towards the counter. "Do you want anything, I don't mind paying." He suggested, happy to share his love of sweets with her.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

running her hand through her red-blonde hair, she stepped into the bakery, giving him a polite nod when he held the door open. well, i'm dimitri levin.

[/i] dimitri, interesting name, but it suited this interesting male. pleasure to meet you, dimitri. pulling her camera off of her neck, she held it in her hands, the neck-strap hanging down to almost her knees.

she had always liked listening to british accents, there had been a few that had come and gone in her childhood who had british accents and she always would ask them just to talk. especially compared to her own accent. . . such a weird and unique one that she had. questioning him about his love of sweets, she studied the various desserts in the glass case. yum.

do you want anything, i don't mind paying.[/i] her pale eyes widened just a little at the offer. oh, thank you, um. . . what do you recommend?[/b] setting her camera on the table, she leaned against it, peering at the dark-haired dimitri. i've never been here, so tell me what's good.[/b] five years in the states and she had definitely acquired some of the phrases and words of americans, especially after living in texas for three of those years. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[dimitri edward levin]

it was cute how she looked so surprised he offered to buy her a simple little pastry. like generous people were hard to find or something. well, the lot of the people on this island came from some sort of money and had some sort of a snobby air about them…and the only reason they seemed generous was to flaunt what money they had. he chose not to think about the other students though, he was rather indifferent to drama. dimitri tried to stay out of it's way as much as possible…but as a man with many female friends he almost always got pulled in. (he was a honorary cheetah for christ's sake!) "oh, thank you, um. . . what do you recommend?" dimitri studied the glass case with all of the choices. "well, depends on what you would normally prefer in a dessert." he began, thinking that he could probably eat everything in the cabinet in one fair swoop of his jaw. "personally, i want a slice of the strawberry cake but you're welcome to pick out anything. go look and see what looks good?"

dimitri figured arizona was a photographer, her flashy camera attached to a long band sort of gave it away. but she could have taken any other class as her major, some students branched out to learn a little more about all the other possible art classes. like him, who was majoring in theater but took literature classes to wise up about his nation's literature. what he was honestly curious was how she acquired the name arizona, feeling that it was such an american name as it was an american state. he was used to hearing the french having 'french' names! well, it really was once again no different than him. 'dimitri' was give to him by his native russian mother, only to be followed with a very jewish last name. it gave him an excellent collage of nationalities though.

whether she followed him or not, dimitri moved on to the line to where he could pick out what he wanted. he was a fan of it all, but he really was leaning towards the giant slices of vanilla cake with the strawberry creme icing, decorated with a side of chantilly cream and a beautifully sliced strawberry. as the lady behind the counter asked him what he wanted, dimitri pointed to the slice of cake behind the glass and ordered. honestly, sweets could make the otherwise stoic dimitri extremely excited.
"so, if you don't mind me asking…where exactly are you from? i mean, before ehu." he asked charmingly, pulling out his wallet to pay for the both of him.

[arizona nicole cassaway.]

peering into the glass case, she saw such a collection of desserts it was hard to say what she wouldn't like. well, depends on what you would normally prefer in a dessert. personally, i want a slice of the strawberry cake but you're welcome to pick out anything. go look and see what looks good?

[/i] silver eyes dancing from the chocolate muffin to the pound cake, she finally settled on the chocolate. the chocolate muffin does look heavily. . . she remarked, replying to his suggestion to see what looked good.

she couldn't quite figure out what dimitri fit into, what with the various majors at bouscher, but she followed him to the line still pondering it, especially with his own mix-matched names and accent. and she thought she was weird. wandering off after him when he headed to the counter, she glanced over her shoulder at her camera, sitting all alone on the table. granted, for once she was trusting society. watching as he indicated to the cake that he wanted, she likewise, indicated to the chocolate muffin, inside grinning her head off like. . . well, much like a child in a bakery. so, if you don't mind me asking…where exactly are you from? i mean, before ehu.[/i]

the question didn't throw her off as it would have earlier in her stay on bouscher, but it still made her a little uncomfortable, just because she didn't like answering questions about her family. the borderlands of france and italy. though i have lived in america since i was fourteen.[/color] yeah, that told him enough without making her uncomfortable. smiling at the woman behind the counter as she passed them their pastries, she reached out and took both of the plates, already anticipating the luxurious taste of chocolate. what about you?[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]