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[matt reed]

we've been to every place anywhere in the world
we are adventuring, we are adventurers
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He loved California. He never wanted to live anywhere else. This state was his home and when winter came along, he was more than pleased to be a resident. It wasn't that Matthew didn't like snow. He did, the young man was an avid snow boarder and could hurl snowballs like the next guy, but where else could you wander down the beach during the fall and winter months. It wasn't winter yet, technically, but in a lot of places around the world it sure was acting like it. And alright, it was a lot colder than usual, but the sun was still up in the sky. A bit windy and foggy at times, but that sun still radiated it's warmth down on the citizens of Los Angeles. He smiled as he opened his large curtains that swept down to the floor in his apartment, behind them where two glass doors, which lead to the very small but very cosy balcony terrace. It was in the afternoon, and he hadn't been in bed all day, he had just taken a nice shower and gone for a quick afternoon nap. Matthew had stayed out too late and turned up for work with a splitting headache. Thankfully all they did was talk and plan on this Saturday morning and he was out of there by lunch, dragging himself into the shower and into bed again, trying to make up for lost hours of sleep after a late Friday night.

He was awake and alive, a broad smile on his face creating the infamous and troublesome dimples beside his lips. His friend was having a birthday in the next couple of days and he had no idea what to get her. He wasn't a shopping maverick, but they always had so much fun wandering around Little Tokyo together. So that was where he would at least look first. The big twenty one. The girl had always been a little sister to him, he was best friends with her older brother growing up, and Matthew was always on hand to growl at guys who hassled her. She was a little naïve with the boys. And if she got remotely tipsy she was done for, flirting and easily a target for getting taken advantage. Not when Matt was around, thanks. "Ah, damn it" he thought, looking into the mirror at the state of his short but thick brown hair. After showering, he went straight into his bed and his hair had kind of dried all stuck up. It didn't look bad, in fact it looked rather sweet, which was the problem! So after pulling onto his clothes for today (a grey quicksilver tee shirt and some simple jeans, accompanied by a black belt) he rummaged through his draw for a plain black beanie hat and pulled it onto his head, tucking his ears inside too, though the lobes were visible, flesh plugs sitting nicely in each. Well known for sporting aviators, today was no different.

He was all ready to go once he stuffed his large feet into some black sneakers, and grabbing the necessities - his wallet, his keys and gum, Matthew was on his way. He wondered whether to take his car, he could easily get a bus downtown, he didn't need to drive everywhere. But he loved driving. And he loved his car. And he was lazy. But what if he stumbled across a bar or wanted to drink alcohol with a meal? Alright, we'll take the bus. It didn't take long and he walked most of the way. By the time he arrived, it was only around a quarter to three in the afternoon, not bad for someone who didn't get in until five this morning, kids! Perhaps today he was just so easily distracted, but Matthew soon found himself in the arcade, a paper cup filled with fizzy orange fanta. He loved coming to the arcade though it wasn't as fun alone. You could race cars by yourself or two player. You could play gun games by yourself or two player. You could play the dance games by yourself but come on, they were all fun with more than one player. He loved watching people play games too with their friends. He'd met one of his best friends just by always bumping into him at an arcade when they were younger and they'd all sort into teams and attack each other in games and whichever team lost would treat the others to a meal in the food court, and maybe some beer. At this moment, he was watching two kids on the dance games.

Damnt, they were good. It was pretty intense at how fast they could move, they had to be in their early teens, how did they move so fast?? "Jesus Christ.." he said to people, the majority of whom seemed to be these teenager's friends, in awe of the sheer speed. He could do that with his fingers on a controller easy, but with his feet .. well he wasn't completely hopeless at it, he just gave up half way through out of laughing too much, half the time he couldn't keep up and he wasn't taking it seriously!

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[harlow blackwood]

if i was a flower growing wild and free
all i'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee
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Sleeping wasn't her favorite thing to do, but today, surprisingly, sleep was Harlow's friend. The twenty year old girl didn't get up until eleven o'clock, something she normally didn't do. No, she was quite the early bird, rising around six in the morning and already off on the streets by eight. Sleeping just wasn't for her, being awake suited her just fine. I guess you couldn't say that Harlow had insomnia, she fell asleep just fine, ten o'clock sharp, and she wasn't dreary in the morning like most of her friends were. She preferred to be wide awake at a slumber party, she was usually the first one to bed which was quite unfortunate on her part - being the center of her friend's pranks. So, when she woke up this morning, she looked at the clock with furrowed brows, suddenly feeling the pressure of a head cold. Groaning, she sluggishly rose from her bed, her nose wrinkling as she felt a sneeze coming on. After a few seconds later, she blew her nose, not liking the fact that her sneeze was loud and it hurt. Her parents always used to say she sneezed loudly, attracting the attention of random go byers as she sneezed, but, her father had the same thing; he sneezed like a moose. And as she took some medicine for her head ache, she wondered how people could do it, how they could sleep way passed noon and not feel a thing. If you happened to ask Harlow, she would say that she couldn't sleep passed nine other wise, her head would be irritating her all day - today was one of those days. Taking a sip of her coffee, she glanced up at the cat clock on the wall, tick ticking away. Taking another sip, she darted off to her bed room, rummaging through her dresser drawers, trying to find something to wear - the girl had to do laundry, which she hated. But, luckily, Harlow snatched up some clothes that smelled, at least, decent enough. After pulling them on, she checked her appearance, occasionally putting on some clear lip gloss. And when she was done getting ready for the day, she was out of the door, her keys in hand, with a carrier mug in the other, probably carrying some coffee.

As Harlow exited the building, her hazel eyes searched the area around her, casually spotting people, with their fancy dancy outfits, stroll passed her and mindlessly bump into her, but, she paid no mind to it. Making sure her hat was secured on the top of her head, not wanting the wind to take it away like some rabid animal, she turned to the right and headed down the over populated sidewalk, making sure she didn't collide into anyone like she rarely does. It wasn't like she was trying to get somewhere and in a hurry, as she bumped shoulders into the robots with skin on the sidewalk, it's just that since she woke up late - far later than she wanted - she was crabby and that was never a good thing. So, as she mumbled an empty 'excuse me' to some people who she rarely missed bumping into, her hands tucked into her hoodie pockets, pulling the material closer to her body as to make sure none of her body heat was floating away, but she was sure, that most of it was. See, it was not bone chilling cold, but the cold where you, at least, have to have something covering your arms, ya know? Anyway, today was like mostly every day; the girl gets up, normally before eight, gets ready, pour some wonderful coffee into her travel mug, and she was off, wondering the streets like some kind of drowned rat. It was a routine, she was used to it, meaning, it didn't bother her to travel the same route to the park or shopping area. But, yesterday seemed to throw something at her; someone she was beginning to work with, William O'neil. He was the kid who seemed to love chatting with her, even if she was working on a dance move she had to get down before the next day. The boy seemed to boggle her mind, throwing her out of her daily routine, obviously. The boy frustrated her, probably because he seemed to like to talk to her when she was working on something, and that was something she wasn't used to.

Gratefully, someone pulled her out of her cloud of frustration as they bumped into her, quickly apologizing and getting on their way. Furrowing her brow, she realized she was headed in the direction of the arcade, every teenagers getaway. Shrugging, she knew she had nothing better to do today and dived right in the building, casually opening the door and closing it after she let herself in. All she heard was noise once she entered the building, rowdy kids yelling about crazy nonsense, probably none of her business. And once she noticed a few crazy teenagers, playing one of those dancing game things, her curiosity was nagging at her again, making her walk to where it was at. "I'm next." She spoke up, as one of the teenagers nodded their head. Alright, maybe this day wasn't going to be so bad after all.

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[matt reed]

we've been to every place anywhere in the world
we are adventuring, we are adventurers
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Maybe he could get the girl a game. She had a handheld Nintendo DS like Matthew did, because they had swapped games before. But she was twenty one, you don't get a twenty one year old girl from Los Angeles a video game. Do you? He didn't think so. He'd buy some article of clothing or an accessory, she liked funky cute things. But she was very fashionable and chic, what did he know of fashion? Not a lot. See, he knew girls, he had little sister like girl friends and he'd had relationships. But most of the girls in his life, the permanent fixtures of his life, they weren't really like you're average girls. His mother was a very strong woman, feminine but definitely able to hold her own between men. She was very much like his younger sister who was basically more like his younger brother, but with boobs, PMS and the social okay to wear skirts. But she didn't. She wanted things a brother would buy his brother for a birthday, she was a female basketball player, she was the shy and insecure version of Matt! So, when it came to buying gifts for your friends, who were like your little sisters, Matt was definitely clueless, but he'd try. The thought was what counted the most. Hell, maybe if he thought his choice sucked so bad, he'd be on hand for the night to take her around the nightclubs, that was something he would be good at!

He shot a glance to his side, a petite and slim built blonde female had appeared to his right so he had to look down at her when he heard her voice pipe up not long after he had spoken out. She was up next, as she had announced obviously to the small audience. He'd find them all very off putting and distracting, he'd be too busy having a laugh to actually get any kind of score that would be good enough to be proud of. He smiled, tucking his fingers into his front pocket to reach for his phone, the sound levels of all the games were ringing in his ears and he was convinced his phone was going off, or perhaps it was paranoia he wouldn't hear it should it start to ring. "Are you any good at these?" he asked her, not leaning down from his height of almost six foot three. He had to be a maximum of a foot higher than her. He loved standing around small people, and not because of anything related to feeling dominant over them or for power, he just found it so sweet. Even in females who found themselves to be pretty tall in their own right, beside him seemed still petite. Then again, his height caused a few peoples because people were so intimidated by his height and his width. And because almost every inch of skin of both of his bulky arms were painted in tattoos. His smile was kind, and he used it often to try and show people he wasn't as scary as he looked.

It was the dimples, blame the dimples for everything. People called him cutie, because of those god damn dimples. If Matthew was indeed the thug that little old ladies assumed he was when walking down the street to buy groceries, then those dimples would really dampen his criminal career and he'd really need these intimidating looks to make sure everyone knew he was bad ass! Luckily, he was a sweetheart. He took a glance at the game, the teens surely beginning to tire by now, unless the adrenaline and the need to beat their friend at this was driving them to run like they were on motors. Matthew blinked, watching their feet so intensely, he had to tear his 'dirty pond water' green eyes and looked back at the young lady by his side. He hoped she was good at dance games. He played them, he'd hadn't played in a big arcade game version like this for years, in fact he was in his late teens when he last played it and was probably so drunk he failed miserably. His friends younger siblings and even children had the dance mats that you plug in, he'd played on those but only for the comedy of it all. He was an athlete, not a dancer. He could swiftly and quickly move his feet on a basketball court but on this dance game? Maybe, maybe not!

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