April ate cocoa puffs and watched t.v as she did so.She got up and changed into a black tank top with skinny jeans and a pair of converse and left her house.She hated leaving Benjamin home alone but it wasn't something she would make a big deal about.She went to her job the glamorous job of the manager of a small pet grooming store.

Being a musician was great for non-morning people. Elliot was in no rush as he started throwing together a bag of dirty clothes to take down to the laundromat. His apartment complex only had one washer/dryer set in the basement, and the machines were ancient, so the idea of a public laundry service made much sense to him as he stepped outside his apartment, a black trash bag full of clothes hefted over his shoulder, and locked up.

Having just gotten out of highschool a year ago April certaintly did not have a fancy store.It was between a crappy bar and a laundry mat. April unlocked the door and checked her appointments for today.

Any passerby on the three blocks Elliot walked, bag of clothes unceremoniously slung over his shoulder, would have heard a whistled tune that they would be unable to get out of their head for the rest of the day.

Christopher had stopped jogging ages ago, now enjoying the sights and scenes of the town. After-all, school wouldn't start for another hour, he had enough time to goof off. He turned a corner and hear a delightful whistle play upon his ears. 'Today's gonna be a good day,' he assured himself.

April skipped over ms.Pills' appointment which was in 2 minutes.Ms.Pills walked in and greeted April with a warm smile."Oh!oh? Ms.Pills! Is fluffy here today?"April asked very unprofessionally scratching the back of her head nervously.She gave a sheepish grin and wondered if the older thought to bring Fluffy somewhere else. "Nevermind! I got it covered!" April chirped like a small bird on crack,she started towards Ms.Pills' car and grabbed Fluffy's leash, a huge St.Bernard jumped from the backseat and ran to the glass door which Ms.Pills held open.Ms.pills paid for the grooming and April thought how the hell she could get control of the dog if it got to loud, that's when it happened the dog started to bark and BARK and BARK very loudly.

Elliot arrived at the door of the laundromat, passing the pet store and the bar he played his first gig at. He opened the door wide, not stopping his tune, and slipped inside with his large bag of dirty clothes. Then he remembered the washing machines cost money to use, when he saw a woman putting a quarter into one of the machines. Damn. Did he have any money? Elliot began to check his pockets.

April yawned and walked the dog while shushing it to a walk in shower. She grabbed turned the radio up inthe back room and hummed to Aerosmith's Walk this way as she started the shower.She poures shampoo on the dog and washed everywhere on his body.

Chu had barely acknowledged the chimes from the clocktower. She hadn't gone to bed. Her right cheek was smeared with yellow paint, and in her hair were flecks of red. She didn't even notice. Her eyes were bloodshot, her neck stiff, her mouth dry. She couldn't care less. All that mattered was this, her masterpiece, the defining moment of her life...

"Ah, crap!" she cursed suddenly, scowling, and threw her paints to the already paint-covered floor. "It's crap. Nothing but crap," she spat, turning away from it dramatically. She squeezed her eyes closed, then suddenly turned around, opening them. Biting her lip. "But, maybe..." And she was in it again, pouring every drop of energy into each tiny stroke, frantically, carefully, nervous and excited and furious and ecstatic all at the same time.

Thumbtacked to a wall was a notice about today's town meeting. It, too, was splattered with paint.

In the end, it was hunger which drove Chu out into the sunlight. She had done her best to remove the paint from her cheek, decided to ignore that which was in her hair, stuffed her apartment keys and a ten dollar bill into the pocket of her jeans, and opened the door wide, only to be blinded. Feeling too foggy-brained to remember where she had put her sunglasses, and much too lazy to go in and look for them, she simply stood and waited for her eyes to adjust to the morning sun. They never did, completely, but when she could see again, she hopped down to the sidewalk (that first step from her front porch was a doozy) and headed into town, such as it was.

Chu usually loved mornings like this. She probably would love this morning, had she gotten any sleep. She berated herself yet again for not going to bed... what had she been thinking? It was just... she was so close, she could feel it this time, this time it was going to be art. Not just a painting that would sell for a hundred bucks to go into some neo-yuppy's condo because it had the right colors in it... no, this was going to be the kind of fiercely protected relic that museums fought over, the kind that would be pictured in fine art appreciation textbooks everywhere.

So engrossed was she in her musings that she almost didn't see the guy with the bag of laundry standing directly in front of her...

(So...could we revive this? Just start completely over? I'm sorry to dredge up a deadthread, but this sounds like such a great idea. As fun as many threads on this forum are, not all of them are quite this focused on character development.)

(I was thinking the same thing. We should do this.)

(I think Spear should be the one to decide whether or not it happens, though, since this thread was his idea in the first place.)

(I personally would be more than happy to start this again, if people were interested.

Although I would probably start fresh, with a new thread.)

(I wasn't saying that we start it, I was saying we should join and do it if it were to restart. But yeah, that'll be great.)

(As long as this thread or something very, very similar to it gets started, I'll be happy. :D)

(Alright, I'm going to do some Retrofitting and rethinking and Make a new Thread for this.)

(Aweshum.)

( :D I am very interested in this roleplay and would love to join, I might use my default character Dominique, I'd love to see what you think of him, Poet king. )

(Starting over here:

http://forum.fanfiction.net/topic/25562/63234080/1/)

(Okay. )

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