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A tiny and sandy cave strewn with sea glass and shells. Waves will occasionally come in. Down the road from the Vanderbilt Resort.

Eva, ever the Princess, was dressed in a deep purple dress with jeweled sandals. Her new camera was tucked into her Miu Miu satchel, and she waited outside, checking the time on her custom Bulgari watch.

Jack walke into the cove wearing his usual, a pair of black skinny jeans, black converse with a red tshirt an an oversized Sweatshirt. He walked up next to her he was about a minute late. "okay... im here."

Eva looked up. "Finally!" She said,"How should we begin?"

"Um thats a good question." He scratche the back o his neck thinkng. "Can I see your camera?" he asked holding out a han.

"Sure!" Eva handed him a small Canon camera she'd borrowed from the Broadcasting Club. "I picked a small one, for convienence."

"Okay."He said and then examined the camera. "First we hae to make sur you know what everything is. Like allthe bottons and stuff."

"I know that!" She smiled,"This is for taking the photo. Tah-dah!"

He laughed a little. "Yeah. Okay what about this one.?" He asked pointing to the zoom button.

"Um, totally, duh." She lied, making it zoom in on a piece of Amber sea glass.

"uh huh. Then how do you use it?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"You press it, obvs." She enunciated, showing him.

He rolled his eyes and laughed a little. "This bottom is used to zoom in an out. It helps focus on th object you want to take a picture of. Here." H bent down and took a clos up shot of a shell.

"Yeah, but about the cool stuff?" She asked with a whiny tone,"Is that it?"

He sighed. "There are a lot of different components to photography. Its not as easy as just poin and click. That is unless you are taking like random pictures or just lik simpl pictures."He shrugged and handed her back her camera

"Then Teach me!" She demanded, swinging her camera from her hand, almost smashing it to pieces on rocks.

He quickly jumped forwards and caught the camera. "Carefu. These things are expensive for people with not a lot of money."

"I can just donate a new one to Broadcasting Club," she pointed out, snatching the camera back. Her dress ruffled around her knees and she removed her sandals, getting in the water to snap a picture of a bright and exotic fish.

((Sorry never got the notification))

He rolled his eyes s and mumbled loud enough for just him to hear. "Not what was getting at." He watched her walk into the water and followed after her, grabbing out his own camera. He took a couple steps away and took a picture of her while she was taking a picture.

Eva snapped some photos, and waded in the water, taking pictures of various things- a glob off seaweed, seaglass, and an empty lemonade bottle.

He took a couple more and then watched her. "Getting any good ones? "He asked curiously, walking over to her.

"Yeah," She said, picking up a sand dollar-"See what I found?"

She set the camera down on a rock and looked through some pictures, only deleting one or two.

He smiled and looked through the pictures also. "You got some really good pictures." He said and sat down on the rock.

"I think so." She nodded, instead of her usual snotty of-course-why-not?

He laid back and sighed softly. "Its really nice out here." He said more talking to himself then to her.

"Mhm." She said pleasantly, putting her shoes back on.

She set her bag down and took out a mini pastel Polaroid, snapping a picture of the sun.

He closed his eyes and stayed quiet. He enjoyed the quietness. Every where he went it was usually loud because of all the people but here it was just the sound of the waves.

Eva looked down at Jack. "I guess our lesson is over."

He sat up. "Hmmm? What? Oh um yeah unless you want to learn more today?" He asked her.

"No, not really. Besides, I've got to dash off to Cheer Squad." Eva informed him, tucking her camera back in her bag. "Au revoir et à bientot !"

He gave her a confused look, not knowing what she just said. He waved her off the though and said bye. With a yawn he stood up and grabbed his own camera.

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((hi, for a min.))

(What)

((I meant that I could be on briefly))

(Sorry it's been awhile)

((for a little while I could?))

To call the cove his secret hiding spot was an overstatement; yes, he frequently went when he actually needed to be mature and think in solitude, but Jungmin didn't go there to hide. After all, what was there to hide from? Any secrets that the Vanderbilt Gossip team could possibly scavenge from him were nonexistent. However, today was a special occasion: his sister was getting married to an absolute douche and he needed to plan how to crash her wedding. So, Jungmin escaped to the cove, and was now currently trying to appear as if he came out from a movie with his hands in the pockets of his jeans and a pleasant whistling tune pouring from his puckered lips.

Mirabelle had come to the cove to blackout in peace, but there was already another person there. Sighing audibly, she pulled out a cigarette to light up and kill time until that person decided to leave. Pulling out her bottle of Grey Goose tucked into her three thousand and five hundred dollar Alexander McQueen leather jacket, she tossed the cap into the picturesque sand before gulping down a quarter of the bottle.

His whistling ceased when he caught sight of a girl not too far from him, but in the cove nonetheless. His lips pursed at her outward image; how much more cliche could only be with a leather jacket and a cigarette. Jungmins scowl deepened at the lit-up stick dangling in between her fingers. "Doesn't that, y'know, kill you?" he called out.

“That’s my goal.” Mirabelle snarked at Jungmin. She waa getting less jumpy about people talking to her, but it was still unwelcome. Annoyed by the sight of Jungmin, she took a long drag. “Also, I don’t remember asking you for comments on my habits.” Mirabelle was utterly pissed off by people who felt the need to comment on her lifestyle. Sure, drugs and alcohol were bad, blah blah, now could they just leave her alone?

"Good luck with that," he retorted, huffing. Jungmin turned away from her as if he was figuratively blocking out the cigarette smoke. If he were to be exposed to such smoke, it'd ruin his lungs, which would then ruin his acting career. Ugh, being an actor was such hard work for Jungmin. He stepped over to the end of the cove, where the ends of waves usually seeped over the sand. Yet, even as he moved away for the girl, the smell followed. Grunting, he whirled around to look at the girl, and asked, "Can you do that somewhere else? A guy is trying to think with some peace and quiet."

"A girl is just minding her own business." Mirabelle snapped, taking care to blow extra smoke his way. Screw all those uppity people was Mirabelle's mantra, even if she herself, came from the same background many of them did. Taking another swig of vodka, she wondered if she'd show up to ballet class drunk. Mirabelle didn't get horrible hangovers, but she'd rather not have a splitting headache the next afternoon during her intensive ballet session. "Why don't you take your prissy self somewhere else?" She asked rudely, digging her combat boots into the sand, as if marking the cove as her territory.

Jeez, she was even wearing combat boots. The perfect cliche. Even though he was an actor, Jungmin had never been a fan of such corny cliches. For starters, they couldn't possibly real, right? No, he was wrong. There was a living cliche right in front of him, and he was positive that she was going to murder him with her cigarette smoke. He coughed, as if that would convince her that his lungs were to weak to handle the smoke. No such prevail. At her comment, he barked out a laugh. "Why don't you take your death in a stick somewhere else?"

Now, Mirabelle was pissed off. “Va te faire foutre, putain!” She scowled, tossing her cigarette butt at his feet. French sure did come in handy when she wanted to curse someone out and sound nice at the same time, although it didn’t work as well if the recipent spoke French, which was a common occurence at good old Vandy. Finishing off her vodka (wow, that was quick) she affixed a murderous glance on her face before pulling out a new cigarette to light.

Jungmin didn't need to be fluent in French to know that she was cursing at him. He could've very easily cursed back at her in Korean, but he found more satisfaction in raising his middle finger at her. If she wanted to be abruptly rude, then he could be passive aggressive. When she took out another cigarette, he let out an inaudible growl, then turned to look at the cave walls, trying to distract himself with the shells. "Stupid cliche with her stupid leather jacket and her stupid death in a stick."

Mirabelle thought over what the boy had said. Cliché? Well, that was rude. Stomping over to him, she stuck her finger in his face. “I’d choose your next words very carefully.” She threatened, itching to drop kick him. Mirabelle mostly used Krav Maga to threaten her drug dealers, but it could work on skinny Korean boys too. “Why don’t you just go back to whatever K-drama you came from and seek attention elsewhere.” Mirabelle stated firmly, punctuating her statement by dropping her empty vodka bottle into the sand .

For a split second, he wondered what would happen if he bit her finger. Never mind, she'd probably kill her. He took a step away from her and her vodka-stench breath and raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just go back to whatever cliche drama you stepped out of and seek attention elsewhere," Jungmin retorted. It sounded a bit lame, seeing as he could only twist a few of her words back at her, but he felt that it'd done proper damage.