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Name:Junko Imsha
Age:21

NAME: Isaac Stockton
AGE: 23
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BIO: Isaac was born to a relatively boring suburban couple. His childhood was uneventful at best, having gotten along well with his peers in primary and secondary school. He lost touch with his father shortly after the death of his mother when he was 19. He recently graduated from art school for fine art, and has been working part time at an art museum in the city in order to pay rent and for art supplies.

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Today had just been one of those days. Isaac had been struggling for the entire day to make his feelings spring forward onto the canvas in front of him. Nothing had come of it, not with oils, not with acrylics, not even with sketching. There was something he wanted to make, he knew it, but it was knocking too faintly at the back of his mind. Annoying enough for him to try, but faint enough for him to be lost in every way, Isaac had been at the point of near breakdown for at least an hour now. Rather than throw his canvases out the window, he had retreated to the streets for a walk.

It was a nice enough day out, but that meant there was a considerable mass of people on the street. Wind was minimal, the sun wasn't bothersome, and the general temperature seemed decent. In retrospect, Isaac hadn't even needed the thin jacket he wore. He sighed, scanning the people before him for anyone interesting. Interesting people were always in the city; Isaac loved the fringes of society. He supposed that was why he had moved to the city after graduating from college, and was why he had gone into art as a career field. He supposed he would have gone into music, if he had had any talent what so ever. At least now he could maybe make cover art or something of that nature. Not that he had gotten any commissions yet.

In truth, Isaac didn't much like the world of art critics. They always wanted to know what something meant, where as he just liked the organics of it all. Why did everything have a meaning behind it? Couldn't it simply serve as the catalyst for someone else's ideas? He rolled his eyes at himself, taking another drag from his cigarette. Sometimes he got to involved in these sort of things; no wonder he couldn't think of what he wanted to paint. He was too stressed.

Junko was taking a long walk after having gone to the doctor's office. for a check up for her bundles of joy just finding out. she was going to have twins her first boy friend had die 3 month's ago in bad plane crash. Junko never tolled his family she was with child for his children. not wanting to cause them a bigger burden at the time as they were given there son's death. are question's to pop up only being one month pregnant around the time of his death. Junko was a bit sad about carrying the twins she was scared. of what would happen if she had no one to help her with the twin's. the twin's gender's she just found out today was 2 little girls Junko would. give birth in 5 more months form now the due date was not set yet.

Being outside on the streets was doing wonders for Isaac's artist block. He had already planned out at least two other paintings in his head and had managed to sketch out several scenes in his tiny sketch pad he carried around with him everywhere. But he still didn't know exactly the little idea in his head wanted him to do with the painting that had been in his brain for weeks now. He didn't have a color scheme, let alone something to actually paint. He debated just forgetting it all and going back to his studio and apartment. Maybe get coffee, more cigarettes, sleep some. He always got his best ideas when he was dreaming. He took yet another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly, allowing it to curl into the air. One good thing about the city; no one ever complained when you smoked in public. At least not around here.

((Oh darn now I need a new pic and should we have them bump in to each other?))

((That's what I sorta figured was going to happen, but whatever you want to do is cool.))

((Got it fix now crazy photobucket.))

She kept walking till she bump in to someone by accident. "Oh I'm so sorry Sir I must have had my head in the clouds." Junko says in a shy yet,embarrass tone of voice as she blush's a bit. the twin baby girl's kick at there mother's stomach when she bump in to the man. truth be tolled Junko had lost her self in her thoughts as she walk around the city. trying to find a cafe to go get a snack and something to drink. knowing the twin's she would go to the store to get some food for her house. maybe a big cake as well ever since she became with child for her girl's. Junko craved bake good sweet's a lot,sometimes Asian food are pizza.

Isaac had just about decided to turn back and try and work more when he felt some knock into him. His cigarette dropped to the ground as he stumbled backwards slightly, frowning. Great. It wasn't like there was much left of the cigarette, but he had been actually sort of enjoying it. As the woman spoke he glanced towards her.

She seemed familiar, although he couldn't quite place where he knew her from. No matter. "Eh, don't worry about it." He muttered, waving off the action as he hesitated with the pack of cigarettes in his hands. He really didn't need another one, but that didn't change that he wanted one.

"Wait a minute is that you Isacc Stockton?" she ask still recalling her old child hood friend. form when they had use to be neighbors and had gone to the same school's till Jr high had come a long. Junko was not shock by him smoking a cigarette at all. she her self had tried to take a puff of a cigarette back in high school. to get in with the in crowd that taste made her sick to her stomach. but seeing a guy smoke one she thought it was cool.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at the mention of his name. He wondered where he could have met this girl; his memory was a bit fuzzy when it came to long term things. Not to mention if he and this girl had ever slept together, he had most likely been drinking before that. He frowned slightly, but nodded to her affirmative. "Yeah...well that's my name..." He said, sliding his pack of cigarettes back into his coat pocket. "Do I know you?"

"Of course you should know me we use to be neighbors back when we were still kids. we went to the same first,2 schools do you not recall my family at all? are mother's were best frineds till your mother past away when you were 19. I'm sorry to bring back such a pain full memory to you." Junko say's to Isacc trying to refresh his memory a bit. yet her family was there for his mother funeral when she past away. at the time she barley spoke to him not knowing the right thing to say. Junko did not have boy friend till 3 years later. she fleet a shamed of her self for never telling Isacc her true feelings for him.

Isaac paused to think for a moment. He knew who she was talking about, or rather who she was, but he couldn't place the name. It had been a while since he had spoken to anyone from where he used to live; college had been a sort of escape from the mundane and dullness that had been his hometown.

"Oh. Junko Imsha, right?" He asked, thinking back on it. If she was who she was saying she was, Isaac was almost positive that had been her name.

To say that Isaac didn't care about her bring up the death of his mother was an understatement. He was completely unaffected; it had been four years after all. It wasn't as though he had been torn up about it enough to have quit school. He seemed to recall not even wanting to return from school to go the funeral, and then having to sit in through the ridiculous church ceremony.

"Cool. What brings you here? You live here now?" He asked, feigning interest.

"Yes that's my name you got it right and I have been livening. in this city for a few years now. so how has life been treating yeah?" Junko ask him as her voice was came yet soft. she chase after her dream working at a school as a first grade teacher. having started collage right away wile being in high school it was a tough choice at the time. but everything was falling in to place at the right time. now since her old boy friend past away thing's had been going a bit crazy for her.

"Oh, that's cool. I've been okay, I graduated university a while ago so I'm doin' the whole art thing." He said, waving his hand slightly as he spoke about his art. He never really liked to talk about his artwork, unless it was a critic or someone looking to purchase something. It was rarely understood by others, which was why he had sort of stopped talking to most of the people from his past.

"What about you? What do you do to pay the bills?" He asked, grinning slightly. Isaac, while able to understand people taking a menial job to pay the bills, would never be able to do it himself. He had relinquished himself to the job at the art museum because it at least had something to do with his chosen field.

"I work as a first grad teacher to elementary students. but I bet your art must be really fascinating. you all ways did have a great talent for art even back in the old days." she says knowing some day once she older age maybe try working as art teacher at the high school. Junko had some art talent but not enough to be brave enough. to try sell it to big art museum are people to buy them. the school year was all most out there was no more filed trip planed by some of the first grade teacher's. Junko only knew a little about it since one morning she was to sick to come in to work.

"Really? How long'd school take for that?" He asked, impressed she had found a job for such a demanding field this quickly. Isaac didn't place her much older than 21, and school typically took at least four years, at least if it wasn't an Associates Degree. And you really couldn't do anything worthwhile with that, certainly not teach. She must have done amazingly well in school, Isaac thought.

"Eh, my art's okay. It's not progressed nearly as far as I wanted it to this year." He said, shifting his position and sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants. Isaac imagined how angry people around them must be; you simply didn't STOP in the middle of the sidewalk in the city. Unless you were a tourist, which Isaac certainly was not.

"I'm glad your doing well, though." He added, smiling a bit.

"Same here to you but hey do you want go to a coffee shop are cafe? that is if we want to talk more with each other some more." Junko says realizing other people mighty be getting mad. at them for stop on side walk to talk with each other. she was nervous a little even if her belly was showing at lest her bag was in front of her stomach. the twin baby girls had fallen back a sleep but being in high school. at the same time trying to become a teacher had payed off in the end.

Isaac was slightly miffed by the fact that she had failed to answer his first question, but decided she was likely avoiding it for whatever reason. He hadn't really cared that much; it was all small talk really. She had seemed eager to have a conversation with him, and so he hadn't really known what else to ask. Besides; either she was older than he suspected or she had gone off to college early. It was clear; people simply did not find a job right out of college. At least, not in this economy anyway.

She offered something of an adventure to a coffee shop, and Isaac supposed it couldn't hurt. He didn't have anything else to do, really, and it wasn't as though he had been suddenly sparked with inspiration. His little trek for the spark had been stopped by this meeting, although he did his best not to sound or feel bitter. Isaac strongly disliked being bothered when working, although he supposed he hadn't really been 'working'.

"Sure. Lead the way."

"Flow me oh and to answer your question I started around the same time I entered high school. yet most people said that was not a good idea but I showed them. yet someone still keeps telling me I should have entered a cooking school to this day." she say in soft voice wile laughing knowing how that person was. leading the way to a okay sized coffee shop called cafe Frances. Junko walks in getting a good with of coffee's as well food. even fresh bake good that patisseries made they make the best sweets in the hole city.

Isaac raised an eyebrow in disbelief as she stated that she had entered college the same time she entered high school. "How did you get into college before graduating high school?" He was getting slightly confused, since none of it was really making sense but didn't think it matter much. Maybe she really had entered college at age 14 and gone through high school and college at the same time. Or maybe he was just understanding her wrong.

Isaac had been in the Cafe before; it was pretty well known around the locals for decent pastries and their coffee and tea didn't suck either. During University his friends and he had spent several long nights here, back when it had been open later at night. Since then, though, the old owner had seemingly died or sold the place, as it was now more of a family friendly place than a destination for the local art scene.

It was a pretty big space for cafe standards. They had renovated it since he was last in here, although that had been at least two years ago. Where a large display of independent music once lived was now a small station to further sweeten one's already diabetes-inducing beverage. There were more tables now, which Isaac imaged were screwed into the floor to be unable to move, or at least frowned upon when moved. The walls had been painted an uninteresting tan colour, with only the oddly painted silhouette of a coffee cup in a shade and a half darker than the walls to break things up. Gone were the paintings done by college students (which had never included his own, for which he was now eternally grateful)

"Where do you want to sit?" He asked, sliding his hands out of his pockets and running his fingers through his hair. His eyes scanned the cafe for signs of life. He did spot a tall, lanky tired looking young man sitting with a slightly shorter and more awake looking man a few years younger. They were towards the back, though, and Isaac figured it would be easy to avoid the two brunette men.

"I entered collage at the same time as my 9th grade year in high school. it was for a music major for young students that had a enough perceptional. the collage had work out a deal with the parents to let a student. to join in collage's class's as long they went to high school for a half a day. the collage I went to was for people majoring in all sort of art's." Junko explained wile thinking about were to sit down at. her feet were starting to swell up form so much walking all day at work up till now. "How about that table over there around the middle. it seems like a nice spot to sit down at yet I wish. that the old owner had not sold this place the place. it look a lot nicer 2 years ago to my frineds don't even try come here any more." her voice grew soft recalling how her best frineds would come with her. to come have a cup of coffee are just to chat with each other. sometimes about art works and look at the ones that had once hanged on these walls.

Isaac made his way over to the table she had pointed out, figuring it was about as good as any. Knowing the way cafe's this one likely ran, one of them would need to order something. Apparently they got angry when you just sat around and didn't buy anything.

He ignored her story about college, because it honestly didn't make any sense to him. And he really didn't care enough to try and sort it out. "Do you want something?" Isaac asked, glancing towards the counter at the front of the store. He certainly wasn't going to get anything, but he supposed the nice thing to do would be to buy her something.

"Just some red velvet cake please. you don't have to buy it for me I'll pay for it." Junko says to Isaac as she kiss him on the cheek. she was trying to tell him something trough the kiss on his cheek. but doubt it would come a cross his mind right away.

"uh....okay." Isaac said, a bit taken back by the kiss to the cheek. They had just seen one another for the first time in years; surely these sort of things weren't warranted.

She notice he did not get the hint but oh well. Junko all ways did have a huge crush on Isaac since middle school. she never did tell him knowing maybe it was to late are maybe not? Junko did not know so she only blush's keeping quite.