Who is Amble, anyway? (Juil/open)

[Dale McCall]

Dale’s lips puckered slightly as he slurped at a small red straw sticking out of a Coca Cola can (it was diet, of course), swinging a plastic bag idly at his side as he stood, not too far from the entrance to Amble’s Bistro. He really couldn’t have helped himself from checking out some of the different store’s; the Designers Closet was genius! He’d brought a pretty neat jacket there; green leather with a fur trim around the collar, as well as some brand new white skinny-leg jeans. It was nothing like Topshop, but there were some pretty good deals in there.

Who was Amble, anyway?

Dale was now clad in a red and black striped long-sleeve with a dark brown leather jacket opened up on top of that. He loved this jacket too - it had these really cool silver studs around the collar and sleeves. Navy skinny-leg jeans clung to his short legs, held up by a pink belt. Red leather boot’s completed the ensemble, with a small stacked heel, to help give him a little height. Being 5’6” wasn’t fun.

His ink-black hair, as always, was back-combed so that it looked a little disheveled. He could still smell the fresh amount of volume boost he’d put in it, as well as the faintest scent of strawberry conditioner.

He sounds pretty spruced up doesn’t he? No, this was pretty casual by Dale’s standards. If you caught a glimpse of his closet back in his dorm, you’d probably think you walked into a forth dimension, or something.

Dale stood, tediously swaying the shopping bag back and forth as he slurped at the can of soda in his hand. He wasn’t much of a caffeine-fiend, but Dale did love to eat a decent amount of sugary things. He was like a child in that regard; he could just get inebriated on sugar puffs and ponchos. That’s all he needed.

He had a small bag of sweets, inside the larger shopping bag, and although he was hungry, he wasn’t keen on eating them just yet, he’d rather save them for later. Instead, he was getting ready to eat at Amble’s Bistro. It wasn’t a very formal place, though he doubted you could get away with wearing flip-flops in there, or anywhere for that matter, really.

As Dale had been walking through the town (he had had to walk to get there from the school), he’d noticed a bar/dance hall called ‘Spurr’s’. He wasn’t sure why, but he really liked the name. It suited the place, seeing as it was a real horse-lovers area. The place was empty; he could only guess it was because, one) it was a Wednesday afternoon, and two) Most club’s, even in London were only open Fridays to Sundays; even Mondays if you were really lucky.

Making a mental note, Dale decided he’d have to remind himself to come check it out the next weekend he was down here.

So why this little electro ponce waiting outside of Amble’s Bistro instead of sitting inside, placing an order from the menu? He was waiting for someone. Well, he hoped he was anyway. He had agreed to meet his Biology partner at the shopping centers earlier on that day. She had wanted him to cut class with her, after the two of them were caught passing note’s in class.

Could you blame them though?

Dale felt his stomach rumble, and he silently apologized to his abdomen for making it wait so long to be fed. He’d only eaten a banana for lunch, as well as another 600mL bottle of diet coca cola that day. Why did stomachs growl in the first place? And why did stomach seem to growl the moment a room grows quiet?
He was sure that your stomach didn’t have such perfect timing or such a malicious sense of sabotage. But there had to be a perfectly logical explanation why your stomach felt the need to be heard all the time. He remembered, sometime, long ago, a teacher of his back in London had said it had to do with your intestines rubbing together or something once all the digested food had emptied from your stomach (though the reliability of the statement was questionable). The thought alone made Dale’s stomach feel queazy, and he decided not to contemplate the subject further.

[Juilanna Bull]

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Jay was running late. She was sleeping at home she woke with an abrupt ringing of her phone Cal her mother had called she ignore it only trying to get ready straightening her hair and then eventually putting it up in a loose bun.

Getting changed she put on a pair of black denim skinny jeans. She looked to her clock growling under her breathe. She ran to the closet grabbing a light leather black jacket. She ran to the front of her dorm grabbing her keys from the bowl. She ran down the stair tripping.

She ran a red light , having the luck of no cops being there. She finally made it to the bistro. She hopped out of her car. She turned into the car grabbing her purse. She had her credit card . She jogged up the steps. She opened the door. She saw dale sitting there slurping on his drink. She walked slowly over to the table. " Hey Dale sorry i'm late."

[Dale McCall]

A little tired of standing, Dale had wondered into the bistro, gazing around at his prim surroundings. It was a simple looking restaurant, nothing very outlandish about it. He breathed in all of the different scents around him, listening as people chattered at their own tables, enjoying their meals.

The shopping bag swung idly by his side as he seated himself at a table with three chairs, next to a small window that looked back out into the shopping center. As he peered out, he could still see dozens upon dozens of people walking around the center, entering different stores and browsing different stands, all of which he had looked at upon arriving at the shopping center a while ago. He hadn’t been bothered that Juilanna had not made it down yet; it had given him a pretty good opportunity to scope out the area, find out which store’s he’d like, and where he’d like to visit in the future.

“Can I help you?” Dale heard a masculine voice to the right of him, causing him to glance up at a tall, fair-skinned young man with short blonde hair. The guy in question, was wearing plain jeans, and a white shirt; eyeing him expectantly. Dale figured he must be a waiter.

“Uhm,” Dale faltered, realized that he hadn’t even glanced at a menu yet and hastily took one from in front of him, flipping it open. “No’ qui’e yet.” He shook his head from side to side. “’M waitin’ for someone.” The waiter smiled, and gave a small nod. “Well, you let me know when you’re ready.” Before he walked away to another table, where a small family had just sat themselves down.

Tapping his heels against the floorboards, Dale flipped through the small menu, eyes scrolling absently down the small columns. They were all very basic meals, not too expensive either; which was good for him, his uncle was providing him with most of the money he had, and he wanted to save up as much of it as he could. He’d already spent a small fortune on the jacket and jeans he’d purchased not an hour earlier. You’d think his parents would sent him money, but no, it looked as though they thought he was surviving solely off of whatever the Academy gave him. Which seemed a little oddball didn’t it?

Speaking of which, he hadn’t spoken to his uncle since he’d arrived at Firefly Fields; which was technically only a few days but even that seemed like an eternity. Dale thought very fondly of his uncle. The man had suggested that Dale enroll at Firefly for two reasons, one) he thought that it’d be a wonderful idea for Dale to learn more about horse’s, and two) It just wasn’t safe for Dale to stay in London. After the little fiasco between... never mind, it was for the better that Dale disappeared from London for a while.

His uncle was a great guy. Howard, his name was. He worked with animal transport, a kind of ranger, Dale supposed. When he was younger, Howard would let him stay with him at his home for day’s, sometime’s weeks on end. Thing’s for him weren’t good at home, you see, and his mum and dad didn’t have allot of money all the time, so allowing Dale to spend time at the tiny house with his uncle was often the best thing his parents could do for him.

Howard didn’t have allot of space in the house. It was only him living there, having no children, or wife, or girlfriend of his own. It was just him, and a couple of horses behind the house. When Dale stayed there, Howard would make him sleep in the corridor, on an old brown duvet that he’d had since he was a boy. Dale used to plead with his uncle - “Can’ I sleep in your room?”, and Howard would say, in his Northern accent, “No Dale, you will be sleepin’ on ‘the brown’.”

Dale had always been a pretty good kid. Needless to say he’d never deserved any of the treatment that he’d gotten at home. Howard was more of a father figure than his own father - he was someone that Dale could idolize, and look up to, and count on. Who’d only tease him in a light-hearted way.

Dale nearly didn’t notice as a figure strode through the doors of the bistro and directing her gait towards the small table he was been sitting at. Lowering the menu from his eyes, he grinned up at Juilanna as she approached. “Nah don’ worry ‘bout it, look,” He lifted his shopping bag, which he had tucked under his seat, and gave it a light shake, grinning widely. “I’ve ‘ad some fun, already. I hope y’didn’ rush here.”

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna looked to Dale who was sitting with the menu in his hands. She smiled taking a seat down across from him. Her jacket was tight on her. She had a small body but it was black European leather and it was still stretchy. She looked around, grabbing a menu at the front. She sat her purse down on the chair next to her.

She looked to her phone turning it off. She looked to Dale. Could this really be the only friend she had at this school. I guess that could be she wasn't really talkative when she met new people unless they made her talk and that talk was not a good talk.

She looked through the menu. Seeing nothing that fit her appetite yet. She went to the salad part of it. Her hands traced the creases of the menu that were worn into it. She soon found a salad that would fit her appetite. A grilled chicken with bacon on it. It sounded unhealthy but it sounded amazing to her stomach as well. She looked around seeing the waiters. She was quite thirsty. She waved her hand.

As the water walked over to her slowly. She was about to tap her foot in annoyance. " Yes ma'am what may I get you". Jay cleared her voice " I would like a diet coke ". She looked the male waiter up and down. She thought about the trip that she was going to go on the next break they had. She was going to the bahamma island. By her self but that was nice to.

She looked to the at the bag that was moving back and forth. "Ahh some one went shopping did they". She looked to the bag. It was a nice designer store. She liked those stores. " So how was the rest of your classes Mr. Dale. Who doesn't skip classes". She took a laugh at that although she new that he would skip class if it were different and that it would be for a good reason.

[Dale McCall]

Dale readjusted his position on the chair as Juilanna seated herself across from him, so that he faced her properly. “I love your jacke’!” He grinned, looking at the black leather with great fancy. He liked the fact that she appeared to have equitably good fashion sense; it annoyed him to no end if he saw someone wearing odd combinations of clothing. The worst, he thought, was when people wore flip flops (or sandle’s) with socks. That was possibly the worst offence you could commit when it came to the rules of fashion. Dale himself loved to mix and match different styles of clothing and incorporate it to match his own appearance.

“I’ll have another bot’le of diet coke too, please.” Dale seconded the soda order as the waiter approached them once again, seeing as his own bottle of diet coca cola was now empty. Normally, he would have asked for a cup of tea, but he felt like a sugar buzz, and besides, he wasn’t sure what sort of tea bags this bistro used. He was rather picky with how he made them; it was English tea, or nothing.

Dale looked through the menu as Juilanna did, eyes flicking down the columns. He was quite surprised by the selection. There were seafood meals, soups, poultry meals, pasta meals, pizza, deserts, even beef, steaks of porks, he noticed. “Think, I’ll have a vegetarian pizza,” He decided after a moment, “extra mushrooms?”

Dale wasn’t a vegetarian. Though he really didn’t eat allot of meat. The most he ate was maybe a chicken fillet every now and then, and even that was a rare occasion. He didn’t like to eat beef, or pork, or any of those types of meats; they were just too hefty for him to stomach. Chicken, he could eat, no problem.

“Okey-doke, ” The waiter scrawled both order’s onto a little note pad he had stored in his back pocket. “Two diet cokes, one salad, with chicken and bacon, and a vegetarian pizza with extra mushrooms,” He repeated the orders out loud. “I’ll get right on it,” He smiled politely, before turning to head back towards the kitchens.

Dale giggled as Juilanna mentioned his incapability of skipping art class, he bowed his head slightly to try and disguise the smile, some of his coal black fringe falling over his eyes, he brushed it to the side, absently. Dale taken the flower out of his hair, from earlier on that day. Instead, it now sat inside a small cup filled with water on his little bedside table, beside his lamp, so that it wouldn’t wilt. “Who would wan’ to skip an art class? aIt’s the easiest class o’ the day!” He shrugged his shoulders, a grin still planted on his pointed features.

“An’ wha’ ‘bout you Miss Juilanna? Did you benefi’ from your li’l rebellious streak?” He crossed his arms together, leaning forwards slightly and grinning cheekily.

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna smiled a wide green. She stood up and did a few fashion posses. " Why thanks and the same to your self". She gave a slight English bow to her small fashion show. She looked around to the many people who kept eating and the waiters that where busy working and didn't have time to watch her show. She was quite okay with that happening.
She sat back down looking to dale. " A nice color on you, dark green, well i guess a emerald green if you ask me". She cocked her head to look at the leather jacket in different lighting. " Well art class could be fun; if you where throughing around clay.". She gave a smiled to her word phrase. There was a reason behind that but that was just her doing that. " But yes it might be a easy class but the easiest thing to do is to skip the whole day". She sat back in her chair giving a wide smile.

Jay gave Dale a weird look when he asked if it had gotten her anything. Well of course it did.. What else could she not have done when she had four hours. " Well yes it did . I got a nap in, and then my mother woke me up by calling and then I came to meet you. So it was really relaxing" . She said with a calm voice smiling.

[Dale McCall]

Dale beamed as Juilanna complimented his new jacket. Looking down at it, he couldn’t help but agree. Yes, it was a pretty good find, wasn’t it? “Brillian’,” He praised, with a short applause as she rose from her chair and struck a few poses to, show off her own outfit, before giving a lavishing bow. “You look like you belong on the ca’-walk.”

Dale paid little attention to the other occupants of the room. Most had continued eating, but there were a small number that had paused to see what the fuss was at the small table by the window. Dale liked to be noticed - hence what he refers to as ‘the stupid haircut’ - and embraced eccentricity. Whilst most people would get paranoid if people did look at them, Dale often got paranoid if people didn’t look at him.

Throwing around clay? Dale shook his head lightly, a smile on his features. There was hardly a time where Dale didn’t have a smile on his face - Dale was made of sunshine, his uncle had stated once. All of a sudden, he begun to snicker as a mental image popped into his head. “How funny would tha’ be! I can jus’ imagine people havin’ clay figh’s, and throwing argil a’ each other from behind table’s n chairs.” He mimed an action as if he where to throw something as he chuckled to himself, unperturbed by the fact that he’d just begun giggling at random.

At the mention of her mother calling, however, Dale sobered, his smile easing off as he remembered his own uncle. It had been a few day’s since they’d spoken to one another; Dale had made a mental note to call him when he had the chance, but he hadn’t really had much oppertunity to. Plus there was the time difference he’d need to take into account as well. He didn’t think about his parents much. His mother was probably working allot, as usual, and Dale never really had too much to do with his father since he was a boy. It was always his uncle, that Dale missed the most. “Parents, eh?” He smiled tenuously, leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs, one foot tapping mid-air. “Must ‘ave been a bi’ of a pain gettin’ woken up like tha’. I know I need a’ least eigh’ hours of sleep or I’m a zombie the whole day afterwards.” He said, pulling a funny face and groaning, trying to mimic what he’d think a zombie would look like. He supposed he’d flunk it, but he loved any excuse to try and draw attention to himself, and make someone laugh - even if it was at his own expense. If you couldn’t laugh at yourself, who could you laugh at?

“Uhm,” Came another voice, which then giving a loud cough. Dale looked up to see a woman, possibly in her early thirties carrying their order’s in her arms. She carried two plates on one arm, as well as two glasses in her other hand. “One order of pizza, and a chicken and bacon salad?” She asked, a little uncertainly.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” Dale smiled as she placed their order’s in front of them, offering an amused smile in return. “And here are your drinks,” She placed two glasses in front of them, before pulling two can’s out of her apron. “Enjoy your meals,” She gave the two of them an odd look each, before bustling back off to the kitchen to retrieve more food orders.

“Seemed nice,” Dale commented, tongue licking at the top of his lip as he looked down at the pizza. Without hesitation, he then lifted the slice into one of his hands and took a small bite out of the triangular section of pizza. “Mmm!” He declared, quickly catching some melted cheese that had dropped from his chin and putting it back into his mouth. “This is really good!”

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna gave a flash of her white teeth. " A cat walk eh". She looked around she would not do good on a cat walk maybe to be the one laughed at but not to create a feirce show, a funny one with her making a fool of her self stepping off of it maybe but not showing her " beauty.". She thought about her falling off of one giving a small laugh. " Maybe not the cat walk, maybe the walk of my hallway in her dorm.

She looked to her plate of food that was served to her. It looked excellent. She wanted to dig in like a lion. She took her fork and nife cutting the lettuce peices that were to large to fitt in her mouth. She soon held to fork up to her mouth and began to chew. It was amazing. She loved it.

Ahhh she laughed aloud. The clay fights. " Yes the clay fights are amazingly fun". She gave a large smile. " Once you get it in your hair though don't expect to get it out of it so quickly. It took me and my friends three shampoo bottles and one and a half of conditioner bottles to get it out. ". She tipped her head back giving a laugh out loud.

She ate more of her salad enjoying every bite of it. " Ahhh i see you like your pizza. ". She coked her head as he enjoyed it deeply.

[Dale McCall]

“Bah, you’re too modest,” Dale shook his finger at Juilanna, as she stated that she would rather walk the distance of the girls’ dorm hallway than the cat-walk. “Y’just need a li’l mo’ivation.” He commented, cracking open one of the can’s and tipping some of the liquid into his glass. “Help’s if you got no poise ‘nd dignity too, I s’pose.” He pushed the half -full can towards her with his fingers, before settling back to enjoy more of his pizza as she begun to nibble at her salad.

As the conversation turn to hair, Dale’s attention switched from his food, back to the discussion. Clay in hair, did she say? Instinctively, Dale begun to fiddle with the limp strands of his own hair obsessively, enjoying the way his fingers glided smoothly through the raven locks, being careful not to damage it. He didn’t dare cogitate over what would happen if there was one strand out of place from his stylishly ruffled tresses. His hair was very intrinsic to his appearance. Trying to force that unpleasant thought from his mind, Dale decided to focus on Juilanna’s hair. Which, actually, looked pretty good. “Your hair is grea’ by the way. Do y’straighten it or anythin'?” He asked conversationally, admiring the fineness of her hair, as he took another bite from the pizza.