Change, Change, Change [BREE, OPEN]

[brent zachary mckinney]

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[bree anise ripsen]

Bree was on her lunch break. It had been a surprisingly hectic morning, with flower arrangements to be done, new stock coming in, inventory, some people even asked that she do the flowers for an entire wedding. She loved her job, but at times it could be tiring. What she needed right now was a cup of coffee and a breather.

So she'd closed the shop for a little while and headed out to the Cafe, where she kept a hand close to her notebook. Just in case she saw something there that inspired her, or something that she had to make a quick sketch of. She knew that inspiration could come from the strangest of places sometimes.

She walked through the doors and went to order, when all of a sudden she noticed something. A man sitting on a table. He looked like he worked in this place, with a cleaning cloth in his hand. But that wasn't what made her notice him. He...he looked just like...no. He couldn't be. Could he?

She pondered for a moment, but didn't have to for long. Her question was answered as the guy threw his cloth over his shoulder, with landed perfectly in a cup of leftover coffee, which in turn splattered up his back. She snickered quietly. Yes, it was him!

She walked over to him, and smiled. "Brent?" she said quietly, still a little uncertain, it had been more than a few years since she last saw him, so she wanted to be absolutely sure. "Brent...Mckinney?" Oh, man, how awkward would this be if he didn't know who she was? Maybe she should have kept her distance. But it was a little late for that. She would just have to hope and pray that it was Brent. Or, if it wasn't, the guy would be okay about it.

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 284

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent glanced over at the door, hearing someone enter the cafe and hoping that they hadn't just witnessed what could only be described as a 'typical Brent moment'. People saw them an awful lot, much to Brent's dismay. It was something he'd had to learn to get used to over the years; making a big fool of himself. Brent tried to always treat it as a joke though because, really, how could his idiocy be viewed as anything else? Focusing his gaze on the newcomer, Brent frowned slightly. He just had this.... weird feeling about whoever this was. Maybe he'd seen her around before somewhere? Brent was also glad to see that she wasn't outright laughing at his unluckiness just now. Why couldn't other people be that nice? He had to wonder what was up about her asking his name though. Well, no duh, he was actually wearing a name badge right now... Or, at least, Brent had thought he'd been wearing a name badge but had discovered that he'd probably left it somewhere else when he went to point it out to the girl and it wasn't there. "Okay, yup. Brent McKinney, that's me."

[/color] he dropped his hand, replying to the girl in a somewhat loud voice. Getting closer now, she really did look familiar and she knew his name too. Brent was determined to get to the bottom of this new mystery. "Aaand, you seem kinda familiar... like I should know you... which I think I do. It's just..." Brent paused, flapping his hands about to try and convey his point, though he knew from experience that this strategy of communication often had very little success when he was involved so stopped, "It's just that. Okay, I dunno. What's your name? Might jog a few of my memories, y'know."[/color]
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[bree anise ripsen]

Bree internally sighed with relief. It was Brent! That saved a lot of awkwardness. It could possibly have given her a new friend, which Bree loved, but that wasn't important right now. He was just as funny as she remembered him to be, going to point at his nametag and seeing it wasn't there, flapping his hands to convey his points. He was pretty much the same guy.

She didn't mind that he didn't remember her name, she hadn't expected him to. It had been a long time, possibly around five or six years. Bree didn't have a good memory at the best of times, but she remembered this guy. The'd been pretty close friends in high school. Which was weird, because Bree was four years younger. But hey, frinedship knows no age. Even if she had changed the saying a little.

He asked her her name, and she didn't hesitate. "It's me, Ripsen!" she said, and then her eyes widened as she remembered that Ripsen wasn't her first name. Just something she had been called at high school. "Uh...I mean Bree." She laughed at herself, and nodded. "Bree Ripsen."

She tilted her head. "I haven't seen you since high school!" she said, maybe a little obviously, but that didn't matter. She was happy, she thought she had a right to be dumb. "How've you been keeping?"

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 227

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent noticed the customer let out a sigh of relief as he confirmed his name. Okay. What? Brent was getting progressively more confused as this kind of weird conversation went on. He felt like he really ought to have known her name though... unless she was a stalker. Oh god, he totally did not have a stalker. That was be crazy. He'd have to burn them... even if that was quite a bad idea since Brent had trouble keeping his powers under control when he decided to use them. Wait... Ripsen, she'd said... Bree Ripsen. Brent literally felt as if now would be a highly appropriate time to give himself a good punch in his face. But, no, he was way too lazy to be bothered to clean up the blood afterwards then would probably end up getting sacked for it... But, anyway, Brent stopped his mind from going off on yet another tangent and focused on the fact that, hello, this was the same Bree Ripsen he'd been really close friends with years ago in high school before he'd started travelling around. "Bree-Bear! Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't even know how I didn't recognise you. Personally, I blame my glasses. Okay? Apology accepted? You're gonna blame my glasses too, right? Yeah? Awesome." Brent gabbled excitedly, getting to his feet and pulling Bree in for a tight hug before pulling back a grinning at her, "Good.. really good. Been a bit bored though... I've been moving around, kind of just looking for somewhere to settle for a few years. How about you then? How'd you end up here too?" [/style]   TAG: bree-bear, open! NOTES: xD OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

Bree laughed at the excited flow of words streaming from Brent's mouth. "Well, sure, we'll blame the glasses today. Apology totally accepted." she chuckled as she was pulled in for a tight hug.

"Bree-Bear"? She hadn't been called that for years. And she kind of missed it. She'd hated the nickname at the time, it made her sound too "cuddly" and "fluffy". She was both of those things, though, so there was some secluded part of her that agreed. Besides, it was a nickname that only her closest friends were allowed to use. And when she lost contact with them, she ended up missing it.

"Bree-Bear, huh? You remembered. Nice. Though I'm guessing you ditched the 'Brentie-Boo' as well." she snickered. Brentie-Boo. She remembered how much he disliked that name, so she thought she'd bring it up just to get some enjoyment out of it. Like the good friend she was.

"I've been great, thanks. Finished high school, did nothing for a few years, came to Honey Tree as a florist. Woohoo for me, I guess." she smiled. Those years, in all truth, hadn't been as good as she made out, but whatever, right? "I heard you went off travelling? Sounds like fun. How'd that go?"

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: Notice my water sprite humor in the first paragraph? Flow? Streaming? Geddit? Ahahaha! WORD COUNT: 206

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   God, it wasn’t like Brent was going to forget Bree’s nickname, Bree-Bear. He’d used it all the time back in the day, just to be a really embarrassing friend, ‘cause what else were friends there for? Especially friends as awesome as him. Brentie-Boo was far worse than Bree-Bear though, especially when Bree called him by that deeply hated nickname in front of his friends. That had been the worst. Brent couldn’t exactly get annoyed with her about it now though, he found it more amusing than anything. And he was still ridiculously happy that he’d found one of his oldest friends again after not expecting to meet anyone from his past again. “Yeah, you’ll always be my Bree-Bear.” he snickered to the other sprite, “And I guess I’ll always have to be your Brentie-Boo too.” So Bree was a florist now? That was cute. It was something that just fitted her, Brent thought; it was totally Bree-ish job. In the same way that being a lousy worker in some café was totally Brent-ish. “Sounds good. I’d buy some flowers from you… but 1) I have no money and 2) last time I bought flowers my puppy ate them. So, yeah. Sorry.” he chuckled. Brent had a leonberger puppy called Charley who’d been given to him around a month ago now. It was a struggle to find enough money to feed to both of them. Brent often had to skip meals to feed his dog instead of himself. “Nyeh… wasn’t that fun. Kinda boring, really. Never found anywhere particularly interesting to stay but this place isn’t too bad I guess.” Brent nodded, smiling over at Bree. [/style]   TAG: bree-bear, open! NOTES: you so funneh OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

Bree just couldn't get that smile off her face. It was making her cheeks hurt. She hadn't been quite this happy for a while, and it felt good. "Yeah, good luck trying to ditch Brentie-Boo now." she said with an airy laugh. It'd been a while. She thought she had a darned good excuse.

And just she when she thought it couldn't get any better...bam. He mentioned a puppy. Well, wasn't that just adorable. She remembered how Brent had always wanted a dog back in high school; it had been a topic of many of their conversation. Either animals or music. "Aw, a puppy? That's cute." she said, trying not to squeal girlishly.

The traveling next. He said it had been pretty boring, just looking for someplace to settle."Boring? Oh, come on." she laughed with a teasing tone in her voice. "There had to be some fun parts. Travelling sounds more fun than sitting in a room with a notebook and a guitar for a few years." Yeah, that was how Bree had spent the time. She'd graduated high school, and had somehow ended up in her room in every spare moment, writing music. Sometimes out of inspiration, other times just plain boredom.

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me! Have you done anything interesting musically lately? I haven't, I'm just curious. I remember how much you used to like that." she said, tilting her head to one side in curious anticipation.

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: I know right? xD WORD COUNT: 240

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent rolled his eyes. Great, he was stuck with Brentie-Boo yet again. But, nyeh, he didn't really care any more. He'd kind of missed it with the years he'd spent away from everyone he'd grown up with to travel around in search of another home instead. However weird that sounded. He could see the excitement in Bree's eyes at the mention of his puppy. "Yeah, Charley. He's a leonberger... and he's all fluffy and just the cutest thing in the world... besides maybe me. You'll have to meet him sometime soon." he grinned, happy to show off Charley to someone else. He was well looked after, Brent made sure of that. Okay, it hadn't been completely boring but... on the whole, yeah, it had. He guessed that Bree had obviously been making a lot of music during his absence then, which was great to hear. "Mostly boring then. But there's nothing too bad about just sitting back and doing what you love most though y'know..."

[/b] he smiled, knowing full well about Bree's love for music. He'd kind of been expecting her question about music too. "Well, I've mostly just been messing around with covers and shit these days. It's been going pretty awesome. Hey, we should totally collaborate at some point!"
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Bree rolled her eyes and grinned wickedly at Brent's slightly arrogant remark. Yep, he was still exactly the same as he was five years ago. But the puppy had to be pretty darn cute if Brent was comparing him to himself. She had to admit, Brent was cute. So the puppy had to be even better.

"Cutest thing in the world, huh?" she said with a light, airy laugh. "Besides you? Dammit...I'm still waiting for someone to beat you, then. And sure, I'd love to meet him sometime." She smiled. She loved animals. Wasn't always sure how to act around them, but loved them all the same.

The music he'd done...well, covers sounded good, she'd give him that. She remembered how awesome Brent had been at music all that time ago. He loved it, and so did she. It was one of the things that made them as close as they were. They would always be in a school music room somewhere, with guitars and their voices, just messing around.

Oh, man. Ruined the moment...mentioned collaborating. She looked down at the floor, her cheeks flaming, and smiled a little shyly. "M-Maybe at some point," she said. "I still have issues about...you know. People watching me and stuff. But yeah...We should...sometime."

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: Lacked muse...so it's kinda rushed. Oops? WORD COUNT: 210

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent let out a chuckle, not embarrassed in the slightest for coming out with such an arrowgant statement. He never was; Brent didn't particularly care what people thought of him, his brain to mouth filter therefore failed him at the best of times. After almost twenty-five years of saying things that he should really just keep to himself, Brent was used to it by now. He was glad Bree didn't have a problem with it - it wasn't like she hadn't gotten to chance to get used to it too over the years. "Gah, you shouldn't inflate my ego even more, Bree, it's not good for me." he flapped a hand at her, but was grinning widely, "Awesome, I'm sure you'll love him just as much as you love me." The young sprite's grin faltered a little as Bree's cheeks turned red. Oops... her whole stage-fright problem had slipped his mind. He knew better than to force her into performing for people, however small the crowd was, her fear was as obvious as hell. "But, hey, it'll just be me for now... that okay with you?" Brent smiled, nodding understandably and leaning towards his old friend before putting an arm around her shoulders. [/style]   TAG: bree-bear, open! NOTES: :3 OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[bree anise ripsen]

Well, Bree had learned something about the floor that day, with how hard she'd been staring at it. It had a really, really pretty pattern on it. Seriously. It was just the way all the small dots blended into flowing lines that swirled over the ground. It made the whole cafe look like a river, and hey. Weren't they what water sprites loved more than anything? Well, that was what Bree loved.

She looked up at Brent once more, and laughed. Yeah, she really shouldn't inflate his ego...but whatever. She only really had his ego to inflate, seeing as hers was pretty much out of the question. Wait...hers? She actually had an ego? Which ego was this, because she was totally unaware. Maybe it was...invisible?

"Well, inflating egos is basically the only thing I'm good at." she snickered. Nope, she couldn't find her ego anywhere. It just didn't exist. "I hope I love that little guy as much as I love you...warning you, though. If I love him as much as you, he may just be loved to death."

Her eyes traveled back to the floor, admiring the pattern whilst still kind of avoiding eye contact. From mere embarrassment. Just inside her peripheral vision, she saw Brent's lovely, wide grin break just slightly, which made her feel worse. Ugh, why did she still have to freak out about that? She hadn't had to perform since she was sixteen. And this was Brent, one of her best friends. "Yeah, just you." she muttered, smiling up at him as his arm slid over her shoulders. "I don't really mind...y'know...you being there..."

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 269

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent was kind of a failure of a person. Ninety-nine percent of the time, he wasn't sure of the right thing to say or do. His sense between right and wrong was pretty messed up too but it was something you grew used to for a while. Brent was simply just Brent; he was never going to alter any aspect of himself for anybody – no matter how persistent they were for a change. That was why when he saw Bree intently studying the carpet, he wasn't sure of what to do so just let her even if it made him feel bad that he was unsure on how to make her cheer up and look at him. Another bright smile tugged at Brent’s lips as he caused Bree to laugh though. See, he was doing things right! Laughter could never make anything go wrong. Well, now that he considered it, maybe it could in some instances. Generally, laughter was great though. He rolled his eyes at Bree putting herself down again. “No. No, no, no!” he shook his head at her. “You’re good at loads of things. Because I say you are. And, let’s face it, I’m always right.” Bree was definitely going to love Charlie to death (or not quite to death, then Brent would probably go and sulk for a long while) since he was just the cutest, fluffiest little thing in the whole world. Charlie was the one thing Brent had come to rely on lately, he was always there. Obviously, Brent knew he wasn’t going to have such a faithful companion forever but, hey, the puppy was still young and had plenty of years left in him yet. “Naw, Bree-Bear, that’s such an adorable thing to say!” Brent grinned, kissing her cheek. He was little hyper from the excitement of seeing his old best friend again. The fire sprite let out a sigh as Bree ended up looking away again, clearly embarrassed. “I lied. Charlie might be there too… I’d watch out, if I were you. He could be the new Simon Cowell with his sharp-tongued insults directed at my musical performances.” Brent nodded at Bree before moving his head closer to her to whisper in her ear, “Nobody is safe from him. Nobody.”

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This time, instead of looking away, embarrassed, Bree looked up at her friend with a cheeky grin on her face. "See, now you're inflating my ego. Stop it, Brent. It's not good for me." She mirrored his words, laughing as she did so. She'd missed him, she really had. She used to wonder about how he turned out a lot before they met in Honey Tree once more.

She actually paused for a second, having noticed something she hadn't before. In "inflating her ego", he'd also inflated his own. Well, that wasn't hypocritical at all, was it? Nope. She couldn't help but laugh again at that fact. She didn't even care that Brent was being so narcissistic. That was just who he was. She was tolerant. Besides, it wasn't like she wanted to talk about herself anyways. That was his job. He'd talk, she'd listen. Fine by her.

She grinned as Brent kissed her cheek. "Well, what else could I say? I'll love him. I'll have to. He's just a little ball of cute, right? Why am I asking when I already know what you're going to say?" She snickered at herself again, feeling a little foolish for gushing so much. She was a grown woman, not a teenager. She should have had at least a little dignity. right?

Ah, well. Whatever shred of dignity she had left completely vanished on Brent's next words. She just couldn't stop laughing. It wasn't loud, just little snort/giggles, but still laughter. She held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, fine!" she laughed. "You got me, I'll do it." She gave him another hug when she'd stopped laughing so much. Still chuckling, she said, "Oh, god, Brent. I missed you so much."

OUTFIT: Clicky! TAG: Brentie-Boo! Open! NOTES: SO SLEEPY -_- WORDS: 309

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] we'll let the fires just bathe us   Brent rolled his eyes at Bree. Well, duh, that was kind of the point here! “Yeah but, y’know, some Bree ego inflation would be good.” he nodded encouragingly at her, deep brown eyes shining with enthusiasm. It really hurt Brent to have to see Bree struggle with her self-confidence. Especially when she had such talent… it was sad that not many people got to so it. But Brent was hoping to slowly change that, some way or another. Charley was just… so fluffly and cute; he featured in most of the stuff Brent posted on Tumblr, Facebook and Twitter. Just so he could brag to everyone how he had the cutest, fluffliest, most perfect little bundle of love in the whole universe. Because, seriously, you couldn’t get any more adorable than Brent’s puppy. “Well, duh. Me and Charley are just… un-unlovable.” Brent nodded before frowning a little, “Wait… un-unlovable isn’t a word. You can just pretend that it is.” Brent couldn’t help but start laughing for what seemed like the hundredth time, Bree’s ridiculous snort-giggle things had always been something that the sprite had found hilarious. “Yaaay!” he cried in victory, still giggling a bit and hugging Bree back. “I missed you too. And it’s nice to know that I can still win any squabbles we have.” [/style]   TAG: bree-bear, open! NOTES: :3 OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp