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[Cleopatra Jones]

Shopping was perhaps a secret little hobby of Cleo's. She wasn't openly happy about going out and spending all her money, but then she wasn't open about anything really. She liked it that way of course, she'd always been like that and she didn't think she would or could change.
She took a lot of shit for her attitude, people couldn't see much farther than her somewhat catty comments, as a result she'd been called name such as 'ice queen' or 'cold bitch' many times before. It was something she had grown used to, another part of her life that wasn't going to change.

Cleopatra stood at the back of the bookshop, her back facing the window at the front, in her hands was a book of music. She could play only piano and that was all she was realy interested in playing, the book held many different songs by all the 'greats', or they were great in Cleo's eyes. Her fixation with classical music wasn't new, most people knew about it and used even that against her - calling her a musical snob. She couldn't help her personal tastes of course, she just liked classical music a lot better than the half hearted shite of today.

She smiled to herself as she flipped through the book, her eyes scanning the scores before her, she knew some and not others. It would be nice to start playing the piano again, it was a hobby she'd sort of let dift to the sidelines, she had nothing much better to do actually it was just that she'd gotten lazy in her seventeenth year, she wanted to get back on track and start taking up more hobbies.

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[Dexter & Mattie LeVeur]

"This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles..."

The words escaped the boys mouth softly and quietly as he wandered up the streets of Prague. He'd been let out of class early and hoped to miss his next class. He didn't really want to go to History. He turned down another street, his rainbow print vans thudded off the sidewalk as he moved, his black uber tight drainpipes scuffed the ground. They were frayed at the bottom due to this but he didn't care.

His top half was covered by a shirt which, in big letters said 'Meat Sucks'. It was his favourite top and he loved it. He could easily be mistaken for a girl, with the bright pink hairband in his hair and the clip with a bow on it pinning his fringe back. His eyes were lined with black as usual, his thick rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Chewing his lip rings, he raised a pale, dainty hand and pushed open the door to the bookstore, his black and pink messenger back having to be hefted onto his shoulder again.

Hazel eyes glanced about as he finally spotted Cleopatra. Personally, as he approached her, he prayed she didn't thwap him again.

"Hey Hey"

[Cleopatra Jones]

Cleo lifted her eyes from the book, looking at Dexter's hair band with a raised brow. Christ he was more femmine than her. She smirked at that thought, before giving him a small nod in greeting before she moved her gaze back to the book in her hands. No point in saying hello, he'd already said it for the both of them anyway. She wasn't at all sure how she felt about Dexter, on the one hand they got along rather well but then there was the annoyance he caused her, making her lash out at him when she didn't really mean to. Were they friends or would they become enemies?

"Nice hairband," Cleo stated quietly, once again her eyes were off the book and back on Dexter, she offered him the smallest of smiles before it vanished replaced instead by a serious look. Pink. It really suited Dexter to a T, was that good or bad for him? She noticed the messanger bag, more pink then, see it really was his colour? What would her colour be, she wondered, dark blue most likely. It wasn't her favourite, her favourite colour was yellow although not many people guessed that, she wasn't a very yellow person to say the least.

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