Post by ruley on Sept 1, 2011 13:47:21 GMT -5
Reality is not a prisonDreams are your prison
If you believe they have no place beyond your minds eye.
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This was what Tyson left the rainy United Kingdom for. Sunshine, plenty of it. Walking along the promenade with the sea to his left and vibrant yet quaint shops to his right, he couldn’t help but grin with a smug self satisfaction about his choice to study across the pond in the United States of America. The people here were cheery and always interested in talking to a foreigner, well a British one in his experience. The media had done a good job about polluting their minds about Muslim extremists and Pakistani rebels. He figured they were only interested in him due to the fact that he spoke the same language as them only in a different accent. He shrugged, it helped him pull in girls on nights out, even if nothing came of it, he found it relaxing to just talk over a beer.
He hefted his bag over his right shoulder, inside were a few textbooks he had bought from Amazon UK, not US. As a physics student, he had to deal with the chemical elements a few times a week in thermodynamics and he had gotten fed up of reading the American spelling of ‘aluminium’ for the last time. He wasn’t bitter, but he found it bizarre that a universal fundamental, such as a chemical element, needed a different name for different countries that spoke the same language. He shook his head as he turned right, away from the beach towards his favourite cafe. It was up a small hill but it offered a good view of the beach and a decent cappuccino, oh and a free chocolate chip cookie if Becky, from university, was on shift.
The cafe reminded him of home, or more specifically a similar shop on the high street not far from his parent’s house in the UK. Old fashioned front with similarly old fashioned furnishings but with wifi access and homemade cakes and snakes, the perfect place to do some work or sit back and relax. As he walked in, he noticed the Becky wasn’t on shift which was a slight shame but it wouldn’t break his bank account to buy a cookie for a dollar. He walked up and placed his order as he took a moment to see if he knew anyone here. A few people were sitting indoors but most were on the small terrace at the back overlooking the ocean, as he paid and picked up his beverage he walked outside and grabbed a table by the railings with a deep blue parasol above him. Setting his bag on the floor, he took a large gulp of coffee as he looked down to the beach, a perfect day for the water sports and sunbathing people were already indulging in.
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Outfit: HERE
Notes: For Dixie