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Phineas Hamilton

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken"

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a character in “They are Anything But Simple”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss




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|Full Name|
Phineas James Hamilton
{née Pearson}


|Nickname|
"Call me Finn"

|Age|
Twenty

|Birth Date|
13 May, 1993

|Sexual Orientation|
Heterosexual

|Ethnicity|
100% British

|Apartment Number|
2B

|Occupation|
Cashier at 'Good Reads'



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“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch




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|Likes || Loves|

Coffee || Tea
France || England
Reading comics || Reading novels
Surfing the Internet || Listening to Music
Being indoors || Being outdoors
Crap telly || British comedies
Raspberries || Strawberries
Spring || Autumn



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|Dislikes || Hates|

Inactivity || Boredom
Lemonade || Diet Soda
Studying || Studying history
Airport security || Waiting in line
Rude people || Bullying
Bananas || Blueberries



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“Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”
― Albert Camus




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|Fears|

Athazagoraphobia
The fear of being forgotten


"I want to leave behind something worth remembering me by."

Disposophobia
The fear of throwing stuff out


"I'm a bit of a hoarder.
I always end up needed something right after I throw it away."


Kleptophobia
The fear of stealing


"I was once caught stealing at the mall when I was little. They gave me a 'slap on the wrists' so to speak and it scared the living hell out of me."


|Aspirations|

Travel

"I want to see the entire world.
I want to return to London, maybe see France, possibly visit Egypt."


No Regrets

"I want to live my life to the fullest. I don't want to be on my death bed and think back on everything I could've done."


|Secrets|

Phiber
Their Song

Phineas is an open book. He never keeps anything a secret for too long because he simply has nothing to hide. He simply did not grow up with the kind of life that would give him a reason to keep anything hidden. He didn't even know he had a twin until Sebby popped up on his doorstep. There is, however, something he won't readily admit. Something he's afraid to bring to light. He's in love with Amber Tate. Since the moment she walked through the doors of Good Reads bookstore, Finn has been head over heels. Because she's so busy with trying to become famous, they haven't talked much. Every conversation they have had has involved them getting to know each other, with Finn using his charisma to get her to open up. It started by him quoting lines from her favorite book and it spiraled from there. He wants nothing more than to get to know her more, maybe see her outside of the bookstore, or ask her on a date. He can picture himself traveling the world with her. And she speaks French! How amazing is that? Come to him about his crush and he'll readily deny it, especially if she's within ear shot. He's bashful and clumsy around her, as embarrassing as it is. Finn is smitten and he secretly hopes that she somehow feels the same.



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“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories




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|Personality|

| Ambitious, Compassionate, Effervescent, Prolific, Witty |

Finn is a very down to earth kind of person. He has an appreciation for art, emotion, adventure, unusual ideas, curiosity, and an overall large variety of experiences. His openness reflects the degree of intellectual curiosity, creativity and a preference for novelty. It is also described as the extent to which he is imaginative or independent, and depicts a personal preference for a variety of activities over a strict routine. He is intellectual in that he is open-minded and not at all naive about the cruelties of human nature whilst still finding a silver lining in any scenario. He has a tendency to show self-discipline, act dutifully, and aim for achievement; planned rather than spontaneous behavior; organized, and dependable. Though there are moments where he throw caution to the wind and just goes for something despite paranoia. He has an abundance of energy, positive emotions, sociability and the tendency to seek stimulation in the company of others. You'll find him to be very talkative, even flirtatious. Finn is very compassionate and cooperative rather than suspicious and antagonistic towards others. He has a trusting and helpful nature, and is generally well tempered.



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“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost




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|History|

Phineas James Pearson was born mere minutes before his twin brother Sebastian in Manchester, Great Britain. Because of a complication in the pregnancy, his mother died just twenty-two hours after childbirth. Their father was unknown and their mother had no living relatives on record. The twins were separated, put up for adoption just a week after being born. Phineas was adopted by a young French couple and taken to Paris shortly before their passport deadline expired. He was given their surname, named by them, and raised in Paris for five years. Though they were France native, they had high aspirations to live in London. Going through the necessary processes of citizenship, the Hamiltons eventually became a part of the United Kingdom and there they stayed. Phineas was raised in an upper-middle class home, put through all of the best schools offered to him. Though Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton couldn't have a child of their own, they treated Phineas as if he was—making him a part of their family with little trepidation about not being able to conceive a child. When Phineas was sixteen, his school took a field trip to America, fueling his aspirations to travel. This small trip inspired him to go to school in the States and live in America until he could afford to travel the world. He graduated a year early and received a full scholarship to Hastings in San Francisco, going through the Juris Doctor program. Just after graduated with his Bachelor's degree, he opened his door one morning to find himself staring face to face with a young man that looked identical to him. He discovered he had a twin brother and was ecstatic by it, taking to Sebastian immediately and beseeching him to live with him in the Red building. He and his brother have become considerably close after just two months even though they've been separated for so long. Phineas is twenty now and currently searching for a job. His aspirations to travel the world have yet to wane, even though a certain former Hollywood Starlet has got him unconsciously wrapped around her finger.




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| Wake Me Up | Avicii |

Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start

They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me

[2x]
So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
Hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don't have any plans

Wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life's a game made for everyone
And love is the prize

[2x]
So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

Didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know (didn't know, didn't know)





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|Anything else?|

~ He has a British accent ~
~ He has an iguana named Clause ~
~ He hates being called PJ ~
~ He wears Axe cologne ~
~ He's left-handed ~


|Password|

Hi, I'm ibecameinsane.
My favorite roleplays range from any genre so long as it's got good plot and character development.
And yes, we have roleplayed together before.

How often can you get online?
Every day, though I probably won't appear online

How often can we expect you to be able to post?
Almost every day if homework doesn't get in the way




So begins...

Phineas Hamilton's Story

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Time: 7:45 A.M.
Date: Friday, 8 February, 2013
Location: The Red Building | Apartment 2B





He'd woken up at seven-thirty as he always does, pulling himself out of his state of comatose and into the shower before his lethargic tendencies could keep him in bed. It was a process, waking up in the morning, but once he was up he was up and there was no stopping him. He stepped out of the shower and went through him morning routine: blowing drying his hair, toweling off, and getting changed into a simple long sleeved shirt and jeans because he had no uniform. It was a quarter to eight by the time he was done and he decided to pour himself a quick cup of coffee. The coffeemaker always went off with his alarm, beginning a new mug for everyone in the flat. It wasn't as good as the coffee at The Mighty Bean but it held them off until they made it there, if they made it there at all. Finn always woke up a little earlier that he had to every day just to go there and get some breakfast. Evangeline always made it from scratch so it was worth getting up half an hour early. He sent her a quick text:

Morning Angie. Be there in ten. The usual, if you please.

Without missing a beat, he gulped down the hot, caffeinated beverage and burning his palate. He frowned around the coffee in his mouth, groaning in slight discomfort as he placed the empty mug in the dishwasher. Finn grabbed his wallet and his keys before knocking on his brother's bedroom door, "Jack! I'm heading off to work now. I'll see you for my lunch break, yeah?" He smiled at his brother's muffled response and went on his way. He knew better than to rouse Skylar up if she hadn't requested a wake up call. He wished he could say goodbye or wish her a good day but he could manage if it meant not getting decapitated. Finn made his way down the hall, waiting on the lift as he checked his email on his phone. Being only twenty years old, he was still getting accustomed to being in charge of himself. Even though he's a college student who's been living on his own for two years, he still found it a little jarring that he had his own bank account with a steady paycheck with bills to pay. Living in a whole new country didn't even seem to register. But that was just how he was. He walked out of the lift and meandered down the hall, turning right to walk in through the side entrance of the coffee shop. Finn smiled as he pocketed his phone, greeting his friend behind the counter. "Morning ol' chap" he practically sang, putting more emphasis on his accent and resorting to cliche terminology just to brighten her day a little. She seemed to like his accent, his vernacular and whatnot. "How are you?"

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Friday, February 8th, 2013: 7:51 A.M.

Skylar grumbled as she kept tossing and turning in her bed while her alarm blared annoyingly beside her bed. Her hands gripped the sides of her pillow angrily, her knuckles turned white, and she just kept pushing her face harder and harder into the pillow until she felt that she could no longer taking the constant beeping of her alarm. Her head shot up and her eyes glared daggers at her clock as if she was had special powers that could just turn the stupid clock off and she could just go back to sleep. Once it didn't do as she wanted she punched her pillow, and beside her pillow a few times before finally sitting up and turning off the stupid clock quickly. "To early," Was all she grumbled as she pushed herself up onto her feet and stretch with a loud yawn. Part of her suddenly wondered if Phineas her roommate had left already or if he was still getting up. Blinking a few times she pushed away the question in her head and began to get ready for the day, slowly. She didn't have any where really important to go until later in the day when she had class. Sighing softly she began to debate whether or not she really wanted to get up right now? There was nothing important going on so why did she get up? Skylar grumbled, shaking her head once then just went to go finish getting ready.

After she had taken a shower, changed, and had gotten a cup of coffee she looked through her phone. A girl from her Pre-Med class was making up a huge dramatic story about a guy and it just made Skylar roll her eyes. Skylar glanced around, no signs of either Phineas or Sebastian... weird. Her hand gripped her phone tightly as she took a sip of her coffee. "Blah," She mumbled as she made a face. "Not as good as the Mighty Beans coffee...you know what... She trailed off as she stood, drank a little more of the coffee then putting the rest down the sink where she cleaned up her mess and put away her glass after washing it. She hesitated then made her way out he door and towards the Might bean where she would get a coffee that was truly good. Nothing was better than a good, and hot coffee in the morning just before doing absolutely nothing. Double checking to make sure the door was closed and locked she took wide steps, and made it down the hallway quickly.




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Friday, February 8th, 2013: 7:46 A.M.

Blair stared at the ceiling then the wall and then the ceiling once again. There he laid restless and practically begging for some kind of sleep. Any at all, he could care less at the moment if he missed work because all he wanted was sleep. Glancing over at his clock he saw what time it was and decided that now would be a good time to get up due to the fact that he highly doubted that he would be able to get more sleep. He pushed himself up and out of bed, looking at the few cups that has a little of liquor in him, and then glancing around his room. He bit his lip gently, and lifted his shirt to his nose. Taking a large whiff he shook his head and hurried to his closet where he grabbed his work clothes for the day. After getting a plaid shirt, jeans, socks, and all the necessities for the day he went to go take a quick shower and get ready for his day. All he could really think about is how he wished he could just get some sleep along with how glad he was that he didn't have to much more to get ready because he wasn't really in the mood to try to get ready.

Once Blair was out of the shower, and dressed he grabbed his work boots. Examining them carefully he saw a few things that disgusted him and that made him want to clean it. He wasn't OCD and usually he could careless but lately it had just been bothering him so now here he is cleaning his boots even though after work the boots would once again be dirty. After his work boots he slipped them on quickly, remembering that he had to get to work soon and he still had not gotten his coffee. Shooting up from his seat he glanced around, as if checking for his roommate to be any where near him without Blair even seeing him. "I'm leaving Greyson!" He called out to his friend, hoping that he hadn't been sleeping. Blair quickly made his leave and hurried away from the apartment and started his way down to The Mighty Bean where he would be able to get some coffee and maybe something small to eat before he had to go to work. He was already tired so the last thing that he needed was to be both tired and hungry. He took the elevator down and once it reached the floor he proceeded to make his way to the coffee shop where he waited in a very, very short line to get himself a coffee and a small snack before work. Finally he sighed softly, blinking, and rubbing his eyes tiredly while he waited a little.

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"Luke.." "Mommy?"

The shrill voice of her three and a half year old snapped her awake faster than ice water being thrown onto her. Her blue hues snapped open, instantly staring into the pair of matching- and smaller- pair of her daughter. As the image of him faded into the morning, Harper forced herself to smile and fight back the tears that threatened to spill over. It had been three years since his passing, and she still couldn't let go. "Mommy..." The impatient toddler gently shook her mother by the shoulders, poking her lip out into a pout. Harper couldn't help but crack a genuine smile. "Let me guess, you're.." Life breathed back into the little tot, "Hungry!"

Harper laughed and scooped the child into her arms gently rolling her over onto the empty space beside her on the bed. "Hungry? You're always hungry.." Harper grinned at the child who grinned back, nodding. "Hungry" the little one repeated. Laughing, Harper released her and forced herself to sit up on the bed. "Alright, I'm up. Go brush your teeth, I'll get started on breakfast. Oh, and go get your uncle up too.." Harper glanced at the digital clock on the beside table, grinning even more at the unGodly hour her child had woken her up at. Payback for last week, brother.. Smiling, Harper walked over to her robe and slipped it on.

After breakfast was served, Harper kissed Emily goodbye as her brother took her to daycare and left for work. Shane sat patiently by the door, looking up at her as she closed the door behind her family. "I know, I know. You want to go out. Let me get a shower and have some coffee! Sheesh. You know, I think you're hanging around Emily too much, Shane. You're starting to take after her." A grunt and huff from Shane. "Hey! None of that mister!" Harper laughed as she slipped out of her robe and into her morning routine.

After her shower and getting dressed in a black jogging suit, Harper clicked the leash onto Shane's collar and led him out the door. The morning was average, if anything. They'd stop by their coffee shop across the street, where Shane would wait outside, and then they'd take a slow lap around the park while Harper drank her coffee, and then it would be time for the daily run, and then maybe an hour of play time or so. Shane knew the schedule well. Harper locked the apartment door and led her canine companion down the stairs and across the street to the coffee shop. They were open and already getting busy, even this early in the morning. As always, Harper tied Shane to the bench outside of the shop and went inside as he laid down to wait.
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The smell of coffee greeted her like an old friend, lifting the corners of her mouth into a smile. The line had already formed. From the backs of their head she could make out two males and a blonde woman; regulars who she had seen around maybe once or twice- but no one that she knew personally. "How are you?" The man at the front of the line- she paused to look at him again-... the boy at the front of the line.. Seemed to be very familiar with the girl behind the counter. God, I can never remember her name... The blonde woman in front of her shifted slightly, allowing for Harper to get a glimpse at the woman's name tag; Evangeline. Ooooh.. Right.

Turning her attention away from the front, Harper pulled her phone from her pocket and thumbed over the screen to unlock it and send a text to Amber.

To: Amber
Message: Hey, how did it go yesterday? Big news I hope! I'm already at the Bean so meet me here. Shane's waiting outside, so hurry your ass up!


Hitting send, Harper looked up, displeased to see that the line hadn't moved very much. With a soft sigh, she glanced over her shoulder back outside to Shane and was pleased to find him sleeping by the bench. Relieved that he wasn't trying to chase a squirrel down Main Street, Harper put her attention onto the back of the head in front of her. He looked insanely familiar, but she just couldn't place him.



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Evangeline's peripheral caught a glimpse of one of her best friends before he even called out to her. His accent made her toes curl and her teeth show with a bright smile. His accent was absolutely d-fucking-lightful. With a bubbly giggle, she grabbed one of the plates from under the heat lamp and poured a glass of orange juice. “One breakfast platter comin' up, sugar plum!” She set the plate and glass on the counter before her friend with a chuckle. “I'd love to stay and talk but looks like I got work to do.” She gave her most apologetic smile before dashing off to the kitchen again just in time for a few more employees to show up. Gordon used to scold her for cooking meals for her friends and not the other customers, but she let him pull it out of her paycheck for the ingredients. Everyone else got a more basic version of the Starbucks menu — Baked goodies, tea, and coffees. There was ice cream on weekends. Speaking of Gordon, she could hear his own English accent pierce the air as he addressed the long line. “Excuse me, out of my. Owner coming through. Please step aside. Thank you.” The dark haired man gave a polite smile as he moved through the line and made his way behind the counter and into the kitchen where he leaned against a counter. “You know. Before you started working here. I never had an issue walking through the door without bumping into people.” A grin donned his fare as he took one of the remaining plates. As she hustled to pump out fresher muffins and pastries than the ones already being sold, she gave a laugh. “So, are you complaining because I've made your business more remunerative? Because l can make the coffee more like oil and the muffins like rocks if you'd like. Kind of like they were before.”

She dodged a swat at her ribs with a snicker as he left with his plate. “Evan! “We need more strawberry sweet rolls!” Jess from the counter called out to her in a rushed manner. Rachel was the one that Evangeline had called yesterday and asked to come in early to start on the baking at least an hour before open. But she didn't. Luckily, Evangeline was able to get a couple dozen muffins and sweet rolls into the oven with her biscuits. “l'm comin'! I'm comin‘! Just hold yer horses!” Evangeline called back out as she topped off the sweet rolls with a drizzle of icing before nudging one of the other cooks. “Jamie, can you get some french toast on the stove? I'd appreciate it so very much, lovie!” Tray in hand, the sunny Southerner made her way out front and began to set the fresh food on display with the others. “Sorry I'm late! The bed was just too damn comfortable.” Rachel walked in and immediately commanded attention of everyone as she spoke loudly and sashayed to the kitchen. “I really did try to come in, Evan. Truly — But I just got this new Sert—” She was stopped with Evangeline's hand over her mouth. “Shut yer trap and get to work.” Evangeline sighed and wiped her hands against her apron before moving past the counter and taking a seat across from Gordon. “Get rid of her. Please. All she ever does is show up late. She's only a good worker when she wants to be and that's hardly ever. C'mon — She's been here for a month and everyone already hates her. Even me. She flirts more than she cooks and if she finds someone cute enough, she just takes off from work.” Evangeline ranted under her breath, hardly the type to make it known when she was cross with someone. Gordon gave a light chuckle and crossed his arms over his chest. “If you were a manager. you could fire her yourself.” He reached towards his plate and cut a wedge out of his sausage before shrugging. “I'll fire her when I finish — But you should really consider my offer. We can work out the details.”

Nodding her head, she stood and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “Thanks Gordy” She gave a fond smile before catching sight of Blair entering shortly before Harper. She didn't know much about Harper and sometimes it seemed like the dancer tried to avoid her. It wasn't like it was anything new to her — That just meant that she was a private person. Or she could be just a mean person. Mean people and private people tended to avoid Evangeline and her cameras. Pfft. Their loss. She made her way over to Blair and gave him a tight hug. “Hey! I've got a plate already cooked up if you want it. Oh — I'm getting off early today! Swing ‘round by my place around lunch? If you can, that is.”

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Time: 8:15 A.M.
Date: Friday, 8 February, 2013
Location: The Mighty Bean





"One breakfast platter comin' up, sugar plum!" Finn smiled as she poured him a glass of OJ, bringing the glass to his lips as she leaned over the counter to speak to him as she placed his food in front of him. His eyebrows were pert as he lowered the glass, listening intently over the slight hustle and bustle on incoming customers. "I'd love to stay and talk but looks like I got work to do."

The former Brit simply shook his head as he gulped down his juice, "Not a problem, love." He told her, hoisting the glass up slightly as he took his plate, saying his goodbyes with a crooked smile, "Cheers." With that he walked over to his usual table in the corner. The window seats. A prime spot if you were fan of daydreaming and just looking at the scenery. With his fork in his left hand, Finn stared down at his phone's screen for a while, reading a chapter of a book he downloaded. It proved difficult against the glare of the rising sun, he found himself furrowing his brows and narrowing his eyes just to read it, idly plopping forkfuls of scrambled eggs into his mouth. Finn had barely gotten a paragraph in when he finally gave up and pocketed his phone. He cut his eyes to the window, watching all of the people passing by with slight curiosity. He made up a life story for each of them, pondering if that's what their day to day was actually like or if he was just a wanna-be Sherlock Holmes. He smirked to himself, deciding it was probably the latter.


Hey, how did it go yesterday? Big news I hope! I'm already at the Bean so meet me here.
Shane's waiting outside, so hurry your ass up!

In the solace of her bedroom, one sound breached the silence that had surrounded her. Her patted wallpaper for soundproofing could do nothing for the text tone coming from her iPhone. It shone like a beacon in the dark room, black curtains having been drawn up in front of the windows to block out the sun. Amber had arrived in San Francisco late last night, much later than she would've liked but earlier than she intended. Traveling all the way from Italy not only gave her jet lag, but exhausted her as well. What she'd hoped would be a good half a day of sleeping in turned into just four hours of sleep when she received a text message from—upon reaching for it in a groggy state of mind—Harper, who was already at the Mighty Bean waiting for her. She mentally growled, burying her face into the pillow for a quick whine before hauling herself out of bed and into the shower, but not before sending her friend a text as well:

My apologies, Harper. I was a little late getting in. Be there in fifteen.

Amber quickly showered, her haste waking her from her dreariness. Soon after bathing she straightened her hair, brushed her teeth, put on a light layer of makeup, and just threw something on so she could make it out the door before she received a verbal lashing. Filling her black Gucci handbag with all of the necessities, Amber scrambled out of the door without taking the time to check on her room mates. She rarely saw them in the mornings anyways so it wasn't as if she was being rude or odd, she just so happened to always be leaving in a hurry...every morning. She quickly jogged to the coffee shop beside her apartment building, making it through the door within fifteen minutes as promised. She greeted her friend with a tired smile, sitting across from her without any knowledge to her British companion sitting just a few tables away. "Sorry it took me so long. Pleasant morning?" She breathed, her rush having winded her. Just before Harper spoke her phone went off in her purse. Fishing it out, Amber made eye contact with her friend to ensure her that she was listening, opening the text that was from Finn.

Morning lovely. Tell me how Milan was when you the chance.

She eyed the text for a moment in confusion. There was no way he would know that she'd gotten back yet. Unless.... Amber looked around, catching sight of a familiar bright eyed crooked smile at the door of the coffee shop, just getting ready to leave. Phone in his hand, Finn waved good bye to her and Amber responded in kind. She watched him leave with a smile on her face, turning to her friend once he was out of sight.

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Time: 8:15 A.M.
Date: Friday, 8 February, 2013
Location: The Mighty Bean





Harper's giggle drew away her gaze, "That boy is hopeless." At first, she didn't know about whom she was referring. That is, until she made the connection. Amber would spend almost as much time, if not more, with Phineas as she did with Harper. Perhaps she was misconstruing her friendship with the younger man and interpreting it as some romantic relationship. She wouldn't blame her for making the mistake when most others automatically came to that conclusion themselves, nor did she have the urge to correct her—which was odd in and of itself. Though, he friend's follow up inquiry helped deter her from that thought. "You getting anything?"

"Perhaps just a tea, not very hungry." She responded, her French accent faint though ever present. Amber's attention was on of the cashiers behind the counter as she placed her order. She cut her eyes over her shoulder as Harper announced her leave, nodding once to insure that she'd be there in a moment. She paid for her cup of hot tea, standing off to the side to read her order, finally texting Finn back.


Won't be doing anything later. Any new releases?

As a matter of fact there is. Stop by whenever. I'll be working until 4.

I'll be there at 2:30. Maybe earlier

Can't wait ;) See you later

She smiled and put away her phone, receiving her tea before making her way out the door to her friend and possibly the only dog she's ever felt comfortable around. A smile lit up her face as she squatted down in front of him, petting his head and scratching behind his ears. He wagged his tail happily, sticking out his tongue and letting it dangle in anticipation. Amber giggled, "Oh alright, you greedy thing." Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a brown paper bag where she kept a dog treats she smuggles in from foreign countries. Shane never complained and seemed to take an immense liking to them, if his salivating was anything to go by. She tossed it in the air and he caught it, munching away as Harper stood, untying him from the bench. Her smile softened in her friend's presence, sipping at her tea as she was lead toward the park, immediately bombarded with questions about her trip to Italy. Like with all of Harper's slew of inquiries, Amber answered them all in chronological order, "It went alright, for the most part. I did a couple of photo-shoots, but nothing international. If you're referring to meeting anyone romantically then, no-..." She glowered at her playfully, "I didn't. However I did meet up with a new client who wants to use me for her new perfume line. So, as for luck, I'd say it was a success." She paused only to take another sip of her tea, glancing around and slightly taken aback that they'd reached the park already. Amber turned her attention back on Harper, taking the initiative to make sure no one could overhear their conversation, "What about you? How's Emily been?"