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DUBLIN TASK #001: MOODBOARD

“Okay, if you ever want this to get done, you should probably try actually holding still. You’re honestly making this less and less worth my time.” Eliza snapped, her eyes flickering from her work to the person on the couch in front of her. Her eyes slowly fluttered back to the canvas with a deep sigh. “Besides, it’s not like you’re sitting on one of those stupid stools. I let you have the couch so you would be comfortable. Stop being a nuisance and let me hone my talent.”

“I am holding still!” Sian insisted, although she was definitely fidgeting. Her attention span was short and she rarely had the patience to do this kind of shit. “You’re the one that asked me to do this, yeah?” She reminded the blonde with an eye roll. Sian flopped back to the position she had been in before. “Is your talent to be rude to your models? Cause you’re doing a great job at that.”

There were a lot of ‘worst things’ Cinead could imagine – currently, however, he was living the one known as working a short-staffed Saturday brunch shift. They had two servers and one busboy out so Cinead was being forced to juggle his regular job with waiting a few tables. And it was awful. The room was loud and crowded and there always seemed like five things that needed to be done to every one he got done. He could feel the frustration mounting in his chest but there wasn’t anything he could do about it besides take a deep breath. Which he did. Which didn’t really help. Shaking his head, he grabbed up a stack of plates and spun around, smacking straight into someone behind him. “Shit!” he cursed as the plates went tumbling to the ground. Cinead glanced at the person. “Sorry – I’m really sorry.”

‘ WHAT  is  it  about  holiday  shopping  that  brings  out  the  absolute arsehole  in  everyone ? ’  it’s  less  of  a question  and  more  of  a  breathless  pout .  scarlet  locks  spill  over  her  shoulders  as  she  sips  on  her  warm  tea .  ‘  nearly  had  to  tackle  some  broad  to  the ground  for  a  fuckin’  pair  of  earrings. ’

‘ today  i  discovered  that  it  takes  three - hundred  and  sixty - four  licks  to  get  to  the  center  of  a  tootsie  pop, ’ marianne  declares  with  an  impish  touch  of  pride , lips  stained  cherry  red .  ‘  there  is  my  grand  achievement  of  the day ! ’

The streets were crowded. Cluttered with Christmas shoppers all trying to snag good deals on gifts for family and friends. He always felt badly stealing this time of the year, but hunger knew no holidays. His stomach growled, and as he shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanned the crowd for potential. It didn’t take long to spot them. Breathing in, he said a silent prayer and began walking in their direction.

“Oof, ‘cuse me,” he said as he feigned tripping to bump into them, fingers sneaking into their pocket to lift their wallet and place it into his own pocket in one smooth motion all while straightening myself. “My bad. Happy Holidays.” Giving an apologetic smile, he continued to walk, keeping his pace even to avoid raising suspicion.

The holidays really were the most wonderful time of year. So many distracted Christmas shoppers to rob, it was like Black Friday for thieves! Sian had done pretty well for herself the last couple days, but that wasn’t an excuse to stop. She needed to keep doing well for herself if she wanted to take a few days off for the holidays. She found herself distracted for a moment, though, as a cute dog in a Christmas sweater ran over to her. She leaned over to pet it, stopping it from running away as its owners chased after it and apologized to her for the inconvenience. As if having to pet a dog was ever an inconvenience! 

It was right after she stood up, but was still distracted by the dog, that a stranger bumped into her, and then immediately started taking off. She reached and noticed her wallet was missing, and immediately started following after him. “Hey,” She shouted. “You pug-ugly freeloader. Get your ass back her.”

❝  HEY , d’you want this ? ❞  elliot’s eyes were fixed toward the floor  of the coffee shop , speaking to no one in particular… ❝ nothing odd about it … s’just a scone. i was given an extra , though i’ve no idea why. ❞ he coughed. he did know why. in all likelihood , he’d been spotted. he finally looked up , shrugging his shoulders innocently.  ❝  if you don’t take it , i’ll just have to eat two scones by myself like a right idiot. double fist them and everything. so , please. do a bloke a favor.  ❞

What the fuck was this guy’s PROBLEM ? He was WEIRD, and Sian should have just ignored him altogether. But he was just offering her a scone, and she had seen the barista give it to him only seconds ago, so she knew it wasn’t tampered with. She also knew, from regularly coming here, that they didn’t use eggs in their scones. ❝ Ugh, FINE ! I’ll eat your leftovers if it’ll make you feel better. ❞ She rolled her eyes at the familiar looking, weird man and took one of the scones from him. But then she realized why he was acting strange, and why she knew him from somewhere. ❝ Shit. Am I going to end up on TMZ now for going on a coffee date with you? ❞

Hey guys, I’m Lyn. I’m a college student/musician/LGBTQ+ advocate in the EST timezone. I play Sian (Alexandra Park)...tbh I just love this gif, it isn’t supposed to represent her well lol.