* , nothing compares

[alyssa shiloh cohen]

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BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE

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Coffee was wonderful. In fact, it was so wonderful Alyssa was going to get some at eight in the morning. This might appear to be a normal time, but not for her. she'd had very little sleep for the past few weeks, and work was exhusting. but she was one of those crazy people who can pull all-nighters and be fine. She'd been out to a club the night before, and danced until, well a few hours ago. But she needed coffee, to wake her up before meeting the set manager for lunch later. If she drank it now, she'd be able to get some things done and be fine and not falling asleep later. Weekends were meant to be times of procrastination, though mostly for her they were times when she caught up on everything that needed to be caught up on. Ally liked to be productive if she could. It wasn’t like she’d go out of her way to do so though. Ally had mixed feelings about her job. She loved acting, but it was alot of work at times. All the same, Lounging about in a coffee shop was much more interesting and entertaining.

Ally slipped her shoes on and stepped out of her apartment, deciding to walk. It was preferred. The weather wasn’t all that bad either. As her shoes clicked against the pavement, she looked around at the things surrounding her. Nature was so nice, and as much as Ally sometimes hated weather and the like, she couldn’t say it wasn’t beautiful. A lot of people couldn’t care less about the trees and plants and animals because they were too busy getting drunk or doing something else that could ruin their future. She was generally one of them, but she had to admit the city looked amazing today. Though at night, when the world lit up, she was in heaven. No matter how many timnes she was told that there was nothing wrong with partying, but excessive partying was ridiculous, it didn't change her. Still, it was strange to be back in New York. She wasn't ready to call it home, Ally had been here four months since her long time away from the place she'd grown up. In New York, she'd gone through childhood, al the trials and tribulations that high school, her family and triplet sister had thrown at her. Then she'd left, only to return when work beckoned her.

It didn’t take long for her to finally arrive at the Starbucks, where the fresh coffee smells greeted her as she walked in. Ally smiled softly while waiting to order, her eyes yet again taking in the surroundings. It was a nice place with a good vibe. A step was taken to be closer to the counter, and her order was recited and paid for. Just a large latte. Not decaf, and skim milk, with a shot of Irish Coffee. Her favorite. The brunette stood to the side whilst her order was being made, drumming her fingers on the bench as she waited. That was the only thing she could do, since she didn’t see anyone familiar and being outright rude wasn’t her thing, unless you were in the cohen family, really. Alyssa preferred to be more courteous to the workers at starbucks, no matter how fiery she could get, and she partied like a rockstar. Despite this, early in the morning, all she wanted was caffine, she she waited quietly.

Two minutes later, she heard her order being called out, and she walked over to get it. She added the sugar, sipping it before walking away. If it wasn’t right, it would be annoying to have to get up and fix it again. Ally turned to the sitting area and eyed the open tables. One by a window was desired, and there just so happened to be only one left. Score! She smiled as she walked over to it and sat in one of the chairs. As she sipped her coffee, Izzy looked outside and watched everything going on outside the window, enjoying the rare moment of peace.

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STATUS: COMPLETE
TAGGED: JAEDA COHEN
WORDS: SIX HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX
OUTFIT: HERE
LYRICS: SKYE SWEETNAM
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[jaeda renée cohen]

_{THIS IS WEIRD, IT'S WEIRD, VERY WEIRD, FUCKING WEIRD, I'M}
so mad that i don't know what to do !

» She wasn't supposed to be here. Not here specifically- she was old enough to go wherever she damn well pleased, whenever she damn well pleased- but here in general. She should be dead. But she wasn't. Maybe being forced to keep on fighting had paid off. After all, she was now going on six and a half years since she last relapsed. That had to count for something, right? Every day was like a gift for her, and she treated it as such. Rarely, if ever, was she in a bad mood or even generally sad. She tried to live as if she would drop dead by the next day, cheesy as it sounds, and just have fun. Why tie herself down? Most of it might be because of how little childhood she had. She'd had to grow up way too soon, and while others her age got to play and have fun outside and have sleepovers and play with friends, she was stuck in PedOnc, attached to wires and machines and wasting away. But that was all in the past, and she preferred not to dwell on it. So maybe her career choice wasn't the best, if she would rather forget her past. She had become an oncologist, one of the very people that had been keeping her alive since she was five. One would assume she would share her own story with patients to give them hope, but she preferred to encourage them in other ways, and never indicated she knew from first-hand experience how much treatment sucked.

» As with many with similar professions, Jaeda was used to doing shifts that lasted upwards of twelve hours. Today- right now, in fact- she was coming off of eighteen hours straight in the oncology ward, treating a bunch of patients while also trying to catch up on paperwork. Damn, she hated paperwork. But it was a necessary part of the job, so she worked on it without complaining, and actually got a good bit of it done between other things she had to do around the hospital, before she left. Obviously, she was incredibly tired, having not gotten any sleep while at the hospital, and even though the obvious solution was to go home and sleep for the next day or so, Jaeda didn't feel like sleeping away the rest of her day. It seemed to her like that was all she did lately- work and sleep. She wanted to actually go out and accomplish something today, and was sure that caffeine was the way to accomplish this. Of course, she had a coffee maker at home, but she also knew that if she went home, she wouldn't leave, and would probably collapse on the couch and not wake up until it was tomorrow. Besides, Starbucks coffee was better anyway.

» After hanging up her lab coat and stethoscope in her locker, Jaeda exited the hospital got into her car- a yellow "slug bug"- and drove to Starbucks. It was a wonder how she managed not to crash, given her poor driving skills, or at least get a speeding ticket given how fast she liked to drive, but she managed to make it to Starbucks in one piece and with no tickets. She killed the engine, got out of the car, and smirked at the haphazard way she parked- pretty much at a 45-degree angle in the straight parking space. But whatever. She figured if there was really a problem, she could reverse and correct or even just leave. Right now, though, she didn't feel like bothering with it. She was too tired. Yawning, she entered the building, mildly peeved that it wasn't crowded. She wasn't much of a people-watcher, nor did she care if she knew people or not, but if there was a big crowd, there might be people she knew, and there could be an exchanging on inside jokes, instead of Jaeda doing a monologue. Of course, neither was getting accomplished until she was more alert. She made it up to the counter and after a brief glancing over of the menu, she ordered a pumpkin spice latte. Okay, so maybe it didn't have as much caffeine concentration as she would like, but she could add a metric shit-ton of sugar after she got it. With another yawn, Jaeda stepped off to the side to await her order, and as she was too tired to do her usual habit of looking around the room to see if she knew anybody, she failed to notice that Alyssa was there, and couldn't figure out why the cashier looked so confused.

fighting with microphones, freezing
^{DOWN TO MY BONES, AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, I'M WITH YOU !}

tag » alyssa cohen. ?!
status » finished. ?!
outfit » click ?!
lyrics » "the tango: maureen" - rent soundtrack
notes » sorry for my failure. ]8<

[alyssa shiloh cohen]

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BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
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As her azure hued gaze watched out the window, Ally realised just how strange it was to be back. The memories of times spent with friends and families. The same shopkeepers at some places, the same receptonists. She couldn't get over the overwhelming feeling of deja-vu. There was only a few things missing,namely the people she'd spent the time with. Of course, in such a city, thousands of things had changed. people had moved on or moved in, and Ally felt like she knew noone, which wasn't that strange, in such a huge city, really. But it was different not having that close group of friends who you shared your life with, and, in her case, when absolutly wild with, or occasionally, mia on them.

Usually, with thoughts like that, ones of times with family accompanied them. Not in Alyssa's case. She had spent minumal 'quality time' with her parents. Her only and sister and triplet were always fighting if Jaeda wasn't in hospital, yet again. Her brothers, her older one, and triplet, Caleb and Lucas, were the members of their family that she spent the most time with, as they were often at home together. Ally and Caleb had been close for year, and were always incontacty, but she knew he was glad that the days were gone when he would be driving round to find her and take her home after she'd left without a word or gotten smashed at a party or something. Now she was old enough to look after herself, and they'd parted ways for college. Not that her ways had changed alot, that wasn't the point to Caleb.

Her view grew boring as she drank the coffee, and she looked back over the room. nothing was interesting, nothing had changed. As she considered getting up and getting a muffin or cookie, she noticed the girl at the counter and looking very confused, then finally staring at her. Ally's eyebrows raised, and her attention was caught by the back of a bruntte's head. Ther person appeared very familiar, and when their position shifted and she caught side of the side of their face. It was Jaeda. Her triplet and only sister. The moment that she had this realisation, she laughed to herself, with a hint of bitterness. Of course after all these years, they both came home at the same time. How annoying. Despite her efforts to aoid her, destiny had other plans and here they were in the same coffee shop. It had always been their favorite. Alyssa hadn't seen Jaeda since the she shot off to florida college, trying to get far away, while Jaeda was at community college close to home. While Ally avoided her family and hadn't informed them of what she was doing, last she'd heard, her triplet had plans to go to med school. By the looks of the scrubs she wore, Jade had succeded. Unless they saw her on television or in a magazine, ally doubted that anyone but Caleb knew what she was doing, unless her older brother had told the rest of them. That was how the Cohen's were, Ally was the black sheep who was the rebel, and Jade was the sick girl, and in their parent's eyes, the good daughter. By comparision to Ally, that was easy.

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STATUS: COMPLETE
TAGGED: JAEDA COHEN
WORDS: FIVE-SEVEN-FOUR
OUTFIT: HERE
LYRICS: SKYE SWEETNAM
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0