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This week had been easy-going. It was the first one in nearly a month where it wasn't required for him to stay up and finish something last minute, or complete a composition in a night after the assignment had been given. In contrast, sleep had been horrible. Jin tossed and turned throughout the night and couldn't seem to get comfortable in the slightest. He decided somewhere around 3:30am in his unconscious stupor, that he'd sleep half way on the floor and bed. He ended up tangling his limbs in three different sheets, which resulted in aching pains in his back and chest, and deep red lines across his right cheek from the breaks in the wood floors. Waking up this morning, he was glad he decided to make plans for the night to dine and drink a little. Getting out of bed was easy enough, his clothes were starched and ironed for the week and he only had a few things to put in his bag. Jin just needed a quick shower and some coffee. Coffee with a little almond milk and the Sunday paper.

Jin slid his hand through his hair, disheveling it for a moment before it went back into place with a small movement of his face. It was still damp, he knew as a droplet slid down the side of his face, coming to a halt when it reached his jaw. He wiped it away and grabbed a napkin for his hands from the artsy-like bin on the counter of the small café. The place was nice, had the obvious essence of french culture and they welcomed regulars with a sense heightened enthusiasm. He ordered the same thing almost every morning, liking that class wasn't too far away, so he could take his time if he had wanted to. They spoke to him directly in french, seemed to love his slight accent and the most feeble dip in his 'r' and 'a'. He never noticed it himself though.

Jin smoothed the crease in his pants, remembering the way his mother used to do it for him from when he was younger up until he left for France, a habit that he himself couldn't shake. He took the newspaper to his right, giving the woman behind the counter a half bow, tilting his chest forward although still showing his eyes and a thankful smile. "Je vais t'attendre. Merci! ~ " he said simply as he found a seat by the window, waiting for the sever to bring him his morning coffee. He folded the sides of the paper, reading only the bold titled print of the first page.

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He let it get cold before he even set his lips onto the mug and sipped the milky substance inside. Jin sighed at the familiar taste and thumbed the print of a tall monument 'the Eiffel' on the cup. The trees from outside left pretty speckles of light across it and the table, though he was too jaded to grab the camera swaying back and forth from the back of his chair. The server delivered his drink only a few minutes after he sat down, but now Jin was trying to waste his time. Only several hours more until /dinner/ was even supposed to be in his thoughts. Already he wanted to numb his mind and slip into that easy place where he could be for a little while. He needed it; the time away from time, the sleep away from slumber. He almost made himself believe that if he didn't have it every once in a millennium, that he would grow hungry and restless.

Jin pulled his watch from his pocket and stared at the time, watching the minute hand find it's next position between the 2nd and third dash. He took out his phone and clicked the tiny messenger icon, scrolled to "I" and found Ila, typing her a message before downing half of his drink.

Jin listened for the familiar beep, folding the paper and sticking it in his bag after reading the screen, pocketing his phone without much haste. "She'll need some time to get ready.." he mumbled to himself as he made a curt wave to the server, ordering a to-go of a few cakes, tiramisu and something he never tried himself. A hello gift, he decided. He waited a while, watching the cake be wrapped and slid into something fancy. Pink, purple and black fancy. He thanked the woman again and curled his hand into the tiny, see-through handle and shuffled out to his car.

It was dark and simple though polished but nothing blinding. He wasn't rich, but he had some kind of taste in vehicles. He put the cake in on the passenger side along with his camera, biting his thumb and dug through his bag for his car keys. Having found them, he started the engine; the low rumble was never much of a thrill to him, and waited for the light to turn red before he left for Ila's place.

When he finally pulled up to her home, he shifted in his seat and sat there for a moment, let his mind settle. He closed his eyes, the scenery etched itself on his eyelids. He felt tired and thought maybe he got up too early. He sighed and pulled back his seat-belt, fixed his tired face and walked up the entryway. Jin wondered how this would turn out and knocked. He made sure it wasn't too loud or too soft. He wasn't in a rush, and she surely didn't need too either.

Knock. Knock.

This was easy.

tagged : Ila
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comment: forgive the cheese.

[ila angelique blanche]

Work had been exhausting and for the first time in months she had a free afternoon. Ila had an exhausting early photoshoot around the streets of Paris, then she had another one at a studio and then she had a talk with her manager about future projects. They were thinking of trying the runaway. Taking her blackberry out of her bag she sent a text to her boyfriend, which as always was busy and couldn’t meet her, she wasn’t surprise at all. Those were the kind of moments she didn’t feel guilty at all for cheating on him with her photographer, or with anyone who reached her standards. She sent another text, this time to her former affair, and he was busy working too which was a surprise to her, he usually left whatever he was doing to meet her. It seemed everyone was busy to care about the only day she had nothing to do. Sighing she left her blackberry on the table and walked toward her laptop. Ila didn’t have much friends, her reputation at being a cold-hearted bitch had spread around, the ones who love her did it for the fame and the ones who hated her did it for her success. Jealousy and envy surrounded her, she had more enemies than friends and that made her sad. At least she still had people, the sounds of her laptop startled her out of her daydreaming and she smiled as she saw Jin had sent her a message. Jin was one of those who still stick with her and put up with her cold mask, he knew perfectly well what was underneath it, unlike the rest who didn’t even try to go pass what they saw.

They changed through different plans finally setting for snacks and dinner somewhere. She would agree to almost anything that took her out of that lonely big house. Ila had thought fame would bring her happiness, she had discovered it hadn’t been her case. You couldn’t buy friends with money, not real friends. And she couldn’t trust who was a real friend and who wasn’t anymore. She still was comfortable with it and wouldn’t change it for the world. She got up stretching and went to the bathroom. A quick shower, some light and natural makeup and an easy hairstyle and she was almost ready, not it came the most difficult part. Opening her big closet she decided to go for something simple, her Paul & Joe Petipot ruffled dress, black flats and a Chanel bag and she was ready to enjoy an amazing night out in town. Some guys don’t understand how girls could love clothes so much, Ila liked to be pretty, she liked people admiring her style and her clothes, and that took real hard work. It wasn’t just shopping, you need class and style to bright outside, and that’s something you couldn’t learn easily, either you were born with it or you won’t.

Her bb beeped, a text from his affair apologizing for not being able to leave his work this time, he said it was really important he finished it. You will think people will discover about her affairs thanks to the press, but Ila had been rather lucky on that side, paparazzi didn’t harass her for her pictures about her private life and she could keep it that way. Until the day they ran out of gossip and decide to go after her, then she will live a real nightmare. She wasn’t an actress though, she had been in some commercials for some famous perfume branches but apart from that her fame came from her modeling. She had thought more than once that if she had tried she could have done it big too in the acting thing, after all half of her life was an act. Her head started to bother her again, she pressed her fingers to her forehead but the pain didn’t go away. She walked toward the bathroom and took a pill from the cupboard, swallowing one with some water. She had told Jin she needed some time to change; truth was she wanted to clean around a little to settle her mind. Cleaning had always helped her relax, because she never really had the time to do it.

She was debating between breaking up with her boyfriend or to put up with it a little bit more. When she was with him she felt she really loved him, but then again they spend all of their time apart and she was starting to grow very tired of it. Though that gave her green light to do whatever she wanted with other guys without having to worry about him getting home or something of the sort. Just like now, Jin was coming to her house to pick her up, they will probably have some fancy dinner and walk down the Seine river… she wouldn’t be able to do that if her boyfriend was around. A knock on the door made her jump out of her skin. Jin was already there, she straightened her dress and checked herself at the mirror one last time before opening the door. “Hey come on in.” She said, opening the door for him and then walking to pick her purse. She made sure everything was inside. Her gloss, her keys, her money, her bb… then looked up to him to check him out. He was always handsome, she remembered the first time she had work with him at one of her many photoshoots. As a rule, Ila never remembered a photographer unless they made a deep impression on her, Jin had been one of those lucky ones and she was glad to call on him when a photographer was needed. “Do you have some place in mind?” She asked him, showing him the door and closing it behind her.

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WORD COUNT: 981
NOTES: sorry is not so great, I’m so museless today.