what happened to you? {Charlie

[charleigh raecell brogan]

_{i used to know you so well}

charleigh brogan made her way down the street. she walked amiably and easily, with no real purpose in her step, even though she knew exactly where she was heading. truth was, the writer was a bit of an addict. she was a pretty talented writer, but coffee just made everything better. caffeine was always helpful when it came to helping her improve her writing skill. she didn't know why, exactly. it just gave her that boost she so often needed. she'd be lying through her teeth if she told you she wasn't a bit of an addict. then again, charleigh brogan had a bit of an easily addicted personality. that was just charleigh, though. the poor girl really couldn't help it. it wasn't her fault that was her personality.

she adjusted her laptop bag on her shoulder, so that it sat more comfortably. she had found, not long into her writing career, or perhaps lack of career would be a better term, that a laptop was rather a necessity. or at least, a very, very nice amenity. perhaps not a requirement, but close. as close as it could be without being an actual requirement. that was how charleigh looked at it, at any rate, and she had saved for forever and ever in order to get enough money to actually buy the rather nice Toshiba laptop that now resided in its back on her shoulder. it had been totally, completely, and most absolutely worth it, though. she wasn't sure how she had gotten by before she had bought the thing.

as she made her way into the coffee shop and stood in line for only a few moments before ordering an iced caramel macchiato. those where her favorite thing ever, what she ordered pretty much every time she needed a caffeine boost, or just coffee in general. if you wanted to make her day, bring her a caramel macchiato. preferably a big one. she set about plugging in her laptop as she waiting for her drink to be called, at which point she grabbed it from the counter and then made herw ay back to the high top table by the window, her favorite one, the one she always chose when it was available. she hardly came to the digital bean if she couldn't sit at that particular table by the window. she was a creature of habit, that was for sure, and things that disturbed her habits were unwelcome.

and so it was that one could find charleigh brogan, sitting on her macchiato and tapping away on her keyboard, working on her latest characters. she wasn't even entirely sure what she was going to do with them, but it usually didn't take her long to figure it out. she was a writer! writers got through everything...

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[charles rémi matthieu]

pulling a loose thread from his sweater sleeve, charlie expected the day to be as slow and uneventful as always. finding himself at the digital bean once again, he suspected his day to be filled with studying and copious amounts of tea.
as he pushed open the thick door to the café, he glanced around at the other patrons. he wasn’t one for big crowds and the coffee shop was a quiet but usually active place for most art students on ehu island, so he was always wary.
usually one to keep to himself for many a reason, charlie skittered over to the counter as quickly as possible, hoping to keep up an inconspicuous front so no one would recognise him.

in all honesty, not many people had come to like the messy brunette since he had arrived at the academy. he couldn’t really blame them; his distant but opinionated personality seemed to overshadow any good opinions people might have had about him at any time. it seemed as though first impressions mattered here just as much as they mattered everywhere else.
he wouldn’t put it down to hate, but he could definitely say he didn’t appreciate that fact. for charlie, his life depended on people having the patience to listen, and that was obviously something he didn’t come across often.

so, instead of boisterously chatting away with the barista like any normal person, charlie quietly handed his money over for an iced tea and—
wait a minute. he’d seen that girl before.

sitting down with a laptop and a coffee was none other than charleigh… charleigh brogan. he’d heard about her from some of the other students, and seen her hanging around the photography lecture halls. strange that he had never spoken to her, but he supposed he could remedy that now.

walking over to the girl’s table, he took a seat across from her, noting the view out the window. charlie knew better than to interrupt someone who looked to be in as fierce a process of writing as this charleigh girl, but he thought it better to get in on explaining why he was even sitting there before it became even more awkward.

“charleigh brogan? uh, hi, i’m not sure if you recognise me, but my name’s.. also charlie,” that sounded stupid, he figured he should just push through with the rest of it and get it over with quickly “i’m a photography major at bouscher, i’ve seen you hanging around and i thought i’d introduce myself.”

holding his hand out to shake hers, charlie was beginning to wonder how much of an idiot he was really making of himself.

wearing: this (yeah, girls clothes)
notes: sorry if it’s a bit choppy, still trying to get my writing swing on.

[charleigh raecell brogan]

_{i used to know you so well}

charleigh was in the groove, off in a world of her own, totally unaware of the patrons coming and going, despite the bell that jangled on the door consistently anytime it opened. nope, for all intents and purposes, she was dead to the world. she didn't even notice a young man, about her age, come in and quietly order an iced tea, despite the fact that his face would have been familiar if she had taken any time to look at him. nope, not charleigh. she was in the zone.

or she was, until the chair across from her scooted out and suddenly went from being very much unoccupied to...occupied. she glanced up from her glowing laptop screen, blinking a little bit, as if she'd just been pulled from the darkness into a sudden bright light. she offered him a slightly hesitant smile. it was cute on her features, but she obviously wasn't one who was forthcoming with smiles or words. she watched him from rather distant blue eyes as he stated her name and introduced himself as being another charlie. the girl snorted a bit at that, although she wasn't snorting at him. more at her mother. charleigh was a boy's name, no matter how femininely you spelled it, and this boy being called charlie just cemented that fact in her mind.

the smile got a little more genuine when he stated that he was a photography major, clearly latching on to something they had in common. photography wasn't her major, just her minor, but still, she loved it almost as much as writing. she seemed to hesitate a little bit when he offered his hand, like maybe it would bite her or something, then reached out hesitantly and gave it probably the mousiest little shake the boy had ever experienced. "It's a pleasure to meet you...charlie" she murmured. whispered, might have been a better term, actually. clearly, she was just a shy, mousey little thing the whole way 'round. "what kind of camera do you use?" she asked him softly, latching onto the thing they had in common and simultaneously hoping to get him talking about himself so she didn't have to answer questions...

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[charles rémi matthieu]

"it's a pleasure to meet you...charlie"

charlie managed a small smile. this girl, this small handed girl, was definitely going to keep charlie entertained. he had obviously never conversed with her before, but she displayed such a shy temperament so fast that charlie felt she was a safe kind of person to talk to. that was always a highlight.

taking into account the soft grip he had when they shook hands, charlie suspected she didn’t have many surprise encounters like this. she seemed pretty reserved, so that made sense. he supposed he was ruining that for her.

“what kind of camera do you use?"

right down to the nitty gritty then, talking about equipment that is. this girl was good.

“i use a canon eos five hundred d,” he said quietly, shrugging his shoulders a little “it does me pretty well. i also have one of those diana cameras, that one was a gift from my brother. he wasn’t really into photography; he wanted to be an architect.”

silencing himself by sipping at his iced tea, charlie figured he had rambled on long enough. he wasn’t about to start getting chatty about his brother, that was a topic he would rather keep quiet about. his brother was probably one of the only people in charlie’s life he could actually depend on, or at least, he was. he didn’t like talking about it. he’d already done that ‘talking about it makes it better’ crap and he hadn’t taken a big liking to it.

“what about yourself? why are you doing photography? i’m guessing it’s not your major considering you’re not near the lecture theatres nearly as much as the rest of us photo-jockeys.”

there was no way he was going to carry this conversation on his shoulders completely. he would get the girl to talk if it killed him.

wearing: this.
notes: none.

[charleigh raecell brogan]

_{i used to know you so well}

she nodded a little as he told her what kind of camera he used. he sounded knowledgeable, but then, that wasn't surprising, considering photography was his major. still, she always had a lot of respect for someone who knew their trade and was good at it, particularly photography. she wouldn't have called herself a good photographer, and so she knew how complicated it could be. "nice" she murmured, sounding genuinely impressed. and indeed, she was. it was a nice camera, and she could appreciate that.

She smiled a little ruefully and heaved an audible sigh when he asked about her. clearly, she wasn't going to get away with just letting him talk. that was why charleigh preferred talkative people. talkative people didn't require her to talk a lot, and, in charleigh's mind, that was always a definite plus. she adjusted her hat on her head and then nodded. "yeah i'm..english major" she said softly, taking a sip of her macchiato. "photography's my minor" she said with a slight nod. she had to smile a little bit at the photo-jockey comment. she hadn't heard that one before.

"photo-jockeys? that's cute" she murmured, still with that cute little crooked smile. "what year are you?" she asked, partly trying to get the conversation back on him again, and partly genuinely interested in who he was. she had to admit, she sort of liked him. "sort of" being the key word in that sense. charleigh wasn't apt to just flat out like anybody upon the first meeting. more, she didn't necessarily dislike people. that was usually a good start. she offered another hesitant smile as she took another sip of her macchiato. her blue eyes slid over his face, taking in his features, the deep eyes, the jaw line, his nose. he was a good looking kid, but charleigh wasn't particularly interested in a relationship of any kind at that point. not even friendship. people weren't reliable, she had learned. there was no point in trying to build relationships when you would only be let down. that was charleigh's way of thinking, anyway, and, right or wrong, she wasn't likely to change that any time soon.

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