shine on // hope

[TYSON OWEN CROWSHAW]

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It was a perfect day for what Tyson would describe as ‘pointless but necessary activities.’ He would defiantly define him sitting in a coffee shop with his favourite cappuccino and newspaper segment as such. His eyes drifted lazily across the page in front of him, pausing every now and then to locate his cup of coffee before taking a small sip and going back to his reading. The particular section he was browsing over was the motoring section, specifically the new Nissan GTR. At heart Tyson was quite the petrol head, he liked the fundamental workings of the internal combustion engine and not to mention the styling of sports cars. He knew it was a fanatical obsession of sorts as he could only dream of being able to drive such things but he liked having some sort of dream to keep himself motivated through his education.

He took another sip of his coffee; the strong taste was just what his half functioning brain needed as it slowly began to sharpen up. What started as mindless drawl spread across an A3 page turned into coherent sentences and opinions that Tyson soaked up as he made his way down the page. He then paused at an article relating to a new government legislation act back in the UK. The newspaper was mocking MP’s who had passed a bill that could have drivers who accumulate speeding tickets end up in jail. He read on to find that it would only take 3 speeding tickets to end up in the slammer. Tyson couldn’t help but chuckle as the article ended on the more lighter tone of how in the state of California, a car was stopped for doing a whopping two hundred and fifty miles an hour on a road with a speed limit of just thirty. The driver was only given a warning and a $500 fine, a trivial punishment when compared to its transatlantic ally.

Tyson glanced out the window to his right, although his view was slightly obstructed by the coffee shops logo he could still see the street outside. Passersby shuffled past as the all attempted to get to their destinations either as fast as possible or as slow as possible. Some people almost seemed determined to stop others from getting past. The most notable being a mother pushing a pram down the street with a businessman franticly trying to jump past whilst yelling at someone on his cell phone. Tyson couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relaxation as he felt a slight smugness of not being burdened with anything too demanding today, merely a science sat between him and total freedom.

He sighed as he pushed the thought of work from his mind. He had already allocated time for that later on in the day; the morning was his time off. He mused what else to get up to today, the niggling thought of some form of exercise was hard to shake so he agreed that a walk around town was needed, maybe a trip to the shops or stroll down by the beach.

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Words: 518
Outfit: Clicky
Status: Complete
Notes: For Hope! Maybe she recognizes him from her shop?

[HOPE A. SUMMERS]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

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Days like these made Hope want to scream. When the work was done and your friends hadn’t finished theirs, you were left to find something else to do. She had closed the bookstore at its normal time on Wednesdays; 4 PM. This gave her some time to walk over to one of her favorite coffee shops for her usual; a cappuccino and a blueberry scone. The owners of the coffee shop used to give her free blueberry scones when things were getting tough in high school. Money wasn’t always the easiest to come by and when she needed something to eat before school they would have it waiting for her. The thought made her smile as the continued to walk down the street of Cresting Grove. Despite the memories of why she moved there and even the heart break of seeing her grandfather pass away, Cresting was her home in more ways than one.

Hope entered the coffee shop and glanced around the small restaurant. It wasn’t packed but had the usual amount of people just out of class or on a quick snack break from work. It was nice to see some familiar faces because it reminded her that Cresting Grove wasn’t NYC. That alone was refreshing from the summers spent in the city and even the 4 years of college that was spent there. Hope stepped up to the counter after snapping herself out of her daze of thought. She ordered exactly what she wanted and paid the cashier. Hope stepped to the side to wait for her drink. It didn’t take them long to whip up her drink since it was their most popular. With that Hope turned around to look for a seat, preferably by a window. In her free time Hope often liked to people watch…didn’t everyone?

Hope finally found a spot that was free and practically ran to get it. There were an abundance of seats free by the wall but she wanted the window desperately. She found a table perpendicular to the wall, each person who sat there now was oppsite of each other. She didn’t mind sitting next to anyone but thankfully today everyone was on their own side of the table. Hope placed her scone down and took a sip of her drink. The weather outside wasn’t that cold but the hot drink still did wonders to her insides. Hope sat for a second without doing much, letting the feeling of doing nothing sink in. The last few weeks had been constant moving around and doing whatever anyone needed her to do. She was more than happy to take care of her grandmother but it was taking a toll on her emotions and body.


Hope sighed and proceeded to take out the book she had been meaning to finish for about a month. At work it was hard to not pick up random books and begin reading them instead of the book she had been planning to. Taking a sip from her drink Hope looked out the window but was intead faced with someone she had seen before sitting right in front of her. It took her a few moments to pinpoint it but it was definitely from her store. She had only realized she had been looking at the man in front of her for too long until their eyes met. Hope coughed and looked away quickly. Her cup of coffee suddenly looked really interesting as she kicked herself mentally for staring in the first place.

Hope decided to make the situation a pleasant on instead on an awkward one. ”Excuse me,” she started and turned her body slightly to him. ”I just…I remember you coming into my store to buy books a few times. I wasn’t sure if it was you or not…” she explained herself and ended it with her signature smile. ‘The smile to end all smiles’ her grandfather once called it. Hope turned back to her coffee but couldn’t help and glance at him one more time. ”Hope my books are treating you well,” she let out a laugh and extended her hand to him. ”Hope,” she introduced herself confidently.

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[TYSON OWEN CROWSHAW]

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Tyson had always been a work driven individual, even at a young age he had sacrificed a lot of his free time to keeping ahead of his classmates. Many of the subjects he took over the years hadn't appealed to him in the slightest, but he had worked hard none the less in an attempt to push past his personal failings to come out of high school with a somewhat respectable grade average. He had shone in physics and mathematics, often considered boring subjects and used as a label for the socially inexperienced despite how Tyson tried to dismiss the stereotype.

It got him back to thinking about his life back in the UK, he was so much younger back then. He wasn't fully on board with his own idea, one if his main reservations had been the inability to drink alcohol for another three years which, given his fondness for scotch and a good larger, was nearly the final straw in a long list of reasons not to come. However, he was glad he had made the decision to study overseas - he had met some fantastic people and some rotten eggs but they didn't bother him as much as he might have expected.

His trail of thought was somewhat interpreted when he was joined at his table by a young woman which wasn't unusual in itself, the best seats in the coffee shop had all bean taken and Tyson's table was defiantly big enough for more than two people. He didn't mind the intrusion, especially when he realized who it was. It had been bugging him since she had entered the shop, the occasional glance away from his paper had only fed the niggling sensation in the back of his mind. He recognized her from the bookshop in town and sure enough, only seconds after coming to this conclusion she only went and confirmed it for him. "So that's where i recognize you from!" Tyson said, somewhat relieved with a polite smile, making no real attempt to hide his strong British accent which clearly stood out against the natives. He chuckled lightly as he took another sip of his coffee "They've been helping me out a lot thank you, except one that i didn't get along with very well." He joked, frowning slightly to add to the effect. In truth the books he had purchased from her book store had been useful for a fair few of his papers but he would soon need to head back and replenish his stock for some future papers. He was slightly confused when she said the word Hope, again, but it didn't take his somewhat awake brain to figure out it was her name, with the offer to shake his hand. He accepted with a smile "Tyson, pleasure to meet you Hope." The Brit finished, folding up his newspaper as he evidently now had another way to pass the time.

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Words: 508
Outfit: Clicky
Status: Complete
Notes: Awwahh, Hope is awesome x3

[HOPE A. SUMMERS]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Hope was glad that he also recognized her because the last thing she needed was someone thinking they were being stalked. In NY it seemed like any wrong look could get you into a fight. Hope kind of liked that so she was never looked at the wrong way. No one knew if she was actually an undercover crazy lady. People masked how insane they were pretty well these days so she was always timid to talk to strangers in NY. But in Cresting Grove everyone knew if you were crazy. Or at least they knew on the surface whether to avoid someone or not.

She returned his smile and placed her hand on top of her hand as she listened to him. She had forgotten he was British. Hope didn’t advertise this but who did? Most girls had a thing for accents so she wasn’t embarrassed but she always had this obsession with England. As a teen she watched all UK shows like Doctor Who and kept tabs on all the popular stars over the pond. Accents in general fascinated her but she had a thing for anything England related.

The young woman laughed at his joke and was happier than ever that she had recognized her. Being around someone with a good sense of humor was hard to come by these days. Hope suffered from days of wanting to tell every living soul to go fuck themselves but doesn’t everyone? Hope was sassy in that sense but normally very warm hearted. Tyson, who was now shaking her hand with his charming smile, was a fresh of breath air for Hope.

Taking a sip of her coffee Hope watched him fold up his newspaper. That was the sign that they were going to have a conversation and she wasn’t fighting it. ”So what are you studying?” she asked him, genuinely interested. She guessed he was studying maybe something with business or writing. He looked like he read in his free time, given the newspaper, but it was more than that. He had that air about him. Maybe she was wrong but she would find out soon enough.

Hope missed the days she was in college…it seemed so long ago. She was 26 years old. Hope tried to not shudder at the thought so she took another sip of her coffee. Damnit, you’re old she thought to herself. Thankfully she didn’t look 26 which made all the difference in her life. Still being hit on by guys who were in college at bars was good enough for her.

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Tyson didn't often talk to random strangers, unless he was at a party with a bit of liquid courage (double scotch and ice) and even then the more attractive girls moved on after the charm of his British accent had worn off. It was a rare occasion these days that he found the time to hit the bars, since he was a night owl and spent most of his nights hard at work as it was when he concentrated best. But he wouldn't have guessed when he got up this morning that he would be casually chatting to an attractive young blonde woman in a cafe.

The fact that she owned her own business impressed Tyson a lot, it took a lot of guts to take a leap of faith and buy a premises top turn it into your main source of revenue and a good one at that. She must also be pretty damned smart to keep the business afloat. Tyson had his own ambition to start a business back home in the UK but he wasn't sure what one to start. But he liked the idea of setting up a successful business and either selling it or hiring someone to run it whilst he reaped the benefits on a private island somewhere. The thought reminded him of Richard Branson.

When he was asked what he studies he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as this was usually the point in conversations where he lost the interest of most people. He was tempted to lie but chose not to, they had started off well and he wouldn't know how long he would be able to lie about a more mainstream subject he didn't actually study. "I study Astrophysics." Tyson said as he took another sip of coffee, keeping an eye on Hope to judge her reaction before adding: "Means i have to stay up late looking at the stars on most nights, can be rather boring." Tyson admitted, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced out the window, the sun still rising in the sky

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Words: 498
Outfit: Clicky
Status: Complete
Notes: Sorry, kinda short D:

[HOPE A. SUMMERS]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Hope appreciated that Tyson was actually talking to her. But after realizing where she was, she could believe it. In NYC she was so used to no conversation with strangers she decided to just not talk to anyone in Cresting Grove she didn’t know. Unless the situation seemed…safe in her mind; whatever safe meant. Tyson, so far, had been proving worth sitting down and talking to him. Not many people could hold her attention for so long. It was a nice change.

Lately, things had been getting pretty lonely. She had no time to go out to bars and get picked up by some guy. She didn’t really have time to hang out too late at night because she had so much crap to do. Her life was kind falling into those same monotonous tasks. Tyson was helping her switch it up.

Hope took a sip of her still searing coffee as he explained what he was studying in school. While waiting for customers she would try and read the random magazines that sat in her store. Compared to her own studies in college she always loved hearing what other people were doing with their lives. Hope was the type of person who liked to continue learning even when she wasn’t enrolled in classes. So hearing that Tyson was in such an interesting class made her even more intrigued in the Brit.

”Well don’t make it seem so boring, Tyson,” she laughed and shook her head. ”That’s really cool stuff. You have to be really intelegent to keep up with all the small changes that no one else notices. I would be bragging if I were you,” she told him and took another sip of her coffee. Hope took a bite of her scone and glanced out the window for a moment. The streets still seemed busy. Hope looked back at Tyson and grinned. ”Did you always want to study that?” she asked him.

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Tyson hadn't gotten used to how quiet and somewhat relaxed the life of a small town can be. Back home in the UK he lived in a rather busy city and was used to random conversations with strangers by the by, in fact he had grown to enjoy them. They helped break up the monotony of trips into town or lunch breaks from work, but in such a small town he had never seen many people go out of their way to say ho to many people. Mainly because the shops and streets were never as crowded and thus you're never forced to sit next to random strangers on the commute in or in coffee shops since their was always plenty of space.

Thus it hadn't been such a surprised to be joined by someone at his table in the grand scheme of things, even if their had been a few empty tables dotted around. Tyson's cheeks flustered a bit, which he quickly brought under control, it wasn't often that he talked about his college subject in depth, many people just wrote it off as stargazing or some other laid back subject as few seemed to fully understand what it entailed. He nodded in agreement. "Intelligent, yes I'd agree with that. But I'm not really the bragging type." Tyson admitted with a shrug as he took another sip of his near finished coffee.

When the question arose if it was something he had been looking to study for a long time, Tyson felt a rush of passion with his subject. "I didn't get along too well with my folks so i snuck out into the back garden a fair bit." He began, his accent coming through slightly stronger as he recalled past memories. "Just starred up at the stars till they found me out of bed or i got tired. Even in my first few years of school I'd perk up at the mention of the planets or telescopes." He finished, stopping himself from gushing any more. "So yeah, just a bit maybe?" He chuckled, before offering the question back to Hope. "How long have you had that bookshop of yours then?"

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Words: 518
Outfit: Clicky
Status: Complete
Notes: tad ill soz D:

[HOPE A. SUMMERS]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Hope took a sip of her drink and shrugged in response to his comment. She respected anyone who didn’t brag especially when there was something to brag about. Hope wasn’t a bragger but she was damn proud of herself either way. Hope only hoped he knew what he did was pretty awesome but she wasn’t able to tell. Tyson, so far, had done a good job of hiding that or at least just not showing it.

”Well you’ll have to take me out sometime to see the stars. You know…share some knowledge,” she told him with a grin. There goes Hope, not even trying to flirt somehow coming across like she just asked someone out on a date. She rarely ever knew she was being flirtatious but it was just the way things came out in her soft, warm tone. Now that she thought about it she wouldn’t mind Tyson taking her out to see the stars; as friends, of course, with potential for a little fun.


Hope watched as the eyes of the man across from her changed as he began to speak about his major. She took a bite of her scone as he shared memories of his childhood, something she always felt was very special for every person. She didn’t have many fond memories of her childhood but the few that she did was something she cherished. Before the age of 7 Hope often learned to block out the voices of her parents and eventually to forget their faces as well. She had to look at pictures in middle school to remember the faces of the two people that abandoned her. It was tragic but she did recall tea time with her sometimes sane mother and the days her father would take her to work with her.

So as Tyson told her moments of when he was able to get away from his problems she couldn’t help but smile. Those experiences in the yard changed his life for the better and that was an amazing thing. ”That’s fantastic,” she told him and took a sip of her coffee. Fantastic to hear someone so passionate about their studies and also hearing him go on about it in his sexy British accent. Just about anything he said at the moment would make her swoon but luckily she wasn’t that type of girl. As he flipped a question back to her Hope put her cup down to answer.

”My grandfather had the shop since he was 30 years old so it’s a fairly old shop. Grandad passed away so I took up ownership to keep how magical that store is. I’ve been owner for a few months now…a bit weird to say that,” she let out a deep breath and looked out the window. ”I used to live here through high school and things haven’t changed a bit. I mean the stores have gotten fancier and the styles of the teenagers have changed but it’s the same in so many ways,” she looked at him now. ”Do you like it here in Cresting Grove? Compared to home at least? I bet us American girls really aren’t all that appealing,” she laughed as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, reaching for her cup of coffee. It was always fun to hear other people’s opinions of the place she knew so well.

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[TYSON OWEN CROWSHAW]

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Tyson was a little rusty when it came to the dating scene, in fact when it came to any conversation with an attractive woman it usually took Tyson a while to get over the initial confidence hurdles. Yet with Hope the pair had seemingly jumped past those divides and were already onto some form of suggestive flirting of some sort. He smiled at Hopes suggestion, taking a sip of his coffee before replying: "I'd like that." Tyson nearly swore at himself, he sounded dumbstruck by the suggestion more than anything. "Normally when it clouds over I'm left with nothing to do, but i guess its hard to get bored with good company." He added, feeling somewhat relieved that he had managed to salvage her offer.

Fantastic? The domestic setting defiantly wasn't in Tyson's opinion but he had to agree that his ability to take something that was inherently depressing and manage to sculpt a passion for something else out of it was indeed fantastic, or at least worthy of some small recognition. And he said he didn't like to brag yet it was going on inside his head right now! "Thanks, it was defiantly more a case of making the best of a bad situation." He said with a shrug. He didn't like being the center of attention for too long but he was appreciative of the recognition.

Hearing how Hope had taken over the running of her grandfathers book store was a real inspiration to Tyson. It was a rare case these days that family businesses were continued by the younger generation, they always seemed to want to jet off and get as far away from their roots as possible. "That's brilliant, it really is. You don't see that enough these days. Takes a lot of guts too" Tyson admitted, smiling across the table at the woman. Tyson cocked his head slightly at her comments about how the town had managed to hold on to some of its heritage over the changing times. "Well that's what i like about out of the way towns like these." Tyson said with a shrug, there were many just like Cresting Grove back in the countryside of England and even though he hadn't live in one before he remembered visiting them whilst hiking in the hills north of Yorkshire. "It's quiet which was what i was looking for. Nothing but clear skies too." He started, noticing how boring some of the things he had decided to pick up on sounded. "Well... As for you American girls, the accent has defiantly grown on me and you're all a lot easier on the eyes than the girls back home." He finished with a coy smile, drinking what was left of his coffee before putting the empty cup back down on the table.

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Words: 518
Outfit: Clicky
Status: Complete
Notes: Its fine, real life and muse and all that jazz. This is a really crap post sorry, haven't rp'd as tyson in a while

[HOPE A. SUMMERS]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Hope smiled at him as he responded positively to her suggestion. She would like the idea of having a friend who looked at the stars as his major. Hope often got boring if she kept hanging around the same type of people because what did that add to her life? Nothing really. It added simplicity and sameness which was boring. She liked being around different types of people that would attribute great things like culture and laughter. Maybe she was being optimistic about being different people in Cresting Grove but it was worth having the idea in mind. ”I’m going to hold you to that,” she grinned and took a sip of her coffee.

Hope understood exactly what he was saying when he made the best of a bad situation. For her it was all about putting the pain and anger of her broken relationship with her parents to good use. She was never going to let them have the power over her to screw up her life. That much she refused. So she took to the books, reading, writing, playing music, and figured out that living life didn’t have to be such of a struggle. She didn’t even need to say it to Tyson because her silent gesture of simply acknowledging his words meant everything. There was nothing to add because in life all one had to do was make the best of a bad situation.

The woman shrugged as the man across from her complimented her. ”Thank you,” she told him as a smile spread across her lips. It was easy for her to say now that if she could go back she would make the same decision but back then it was so hard. She was afraid and ready to quit the second week in. Hope did agree it took guts but looking back Hope still didn’t know where they came from. It was weird to think she owned the shop for about a year now…at a young age she was at Hope often times felt chained to it. Like this was the last place she was destined to be. It was going to be hard to say goodbye but Hope knew one day she was going to have to or she might go crazy.

Hope listened to him explain why he liked his current place of residence and she realized how much she liked listening to him talk. Maybe it was the accent or maybe it was the excitement of sharing a conversation with stranger. Hope didn’t know why but her run for coffee turned out to be a lot more fun than she expected. ”Well that’s good to hear. I’m sure your girl classmates would die if they heard you had said that,” she told him with a smirk. ”Americans feel there is this magical thing about people from England or anywhere around Europe, honestly,” she commented on her own society. ”I mean you’ve already proven yourself to be a gentlemen and charming to a complete stranger. Maybe all people from Engalnd are magical,” she chuckled and brushed away the hair from her face that wasn’t quite long enough to put behind her ear. ”What do you miss most about England? I’ve been but I have always wanted to live there,” she asked him, interested.

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