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[cecillia michelle richards]

It wasn't like Cecillia was obsessed with art, she just liked it, she was good at it. One of the few things she got serious about, because god knew with Cecillia there was only a fair few, she was your classy classic party girl. Only looking for a good time.

She slipped past the abstract paintings, not really paying attention, she liked painting real things, views and landscapes. She paused in front of a particular piece of artwork, her eyes catching at a bit of strange brush strokes, but her feet kept walking and within her next two steps, she smacked right on into someone and fell backwards, bracing herself on a portrait, only to have the alarms start ringing.

"Oh, shit." She mumbled, her cheeks flaming. "I'm so sorry!" She squeaked, biting back laughter, such a huge commotion for something so little!

[HarlowmaddisonAshford]

Harlow was in love with the city. Everyone who knew her knew that about her, it just fit her so well. This city had character, and everything. It had a million people all on one little island. Still no matter how much she loved the city, sometimes she just needed too escape it for a while get away from the noise, and everything else that went on in this city of too many people.

She'd been thinking about getting off the island for the day. But then she couldn't think of where she'd go other then too see her brother. She didn't think the company would like if she disappeared for a week. They didn't seem too like it last time, and she didn't feel like being bitched at again. So instead she decided too escape inside the city. She went somewhere that she was always distracted. The Met.

Harlow never could think straight when she was here. It wasn't always her style of art, but she looked at each piece trying too think about what the artist was thinking about. She'd been walking around for about the past half-hour when it happened. She'd spotted a painting down the hall she wanted too go and see. Her mind only saw the painting she was completely out of it. Unfortunately for her, her wake up call included walking into someone.

Harlow felt the impact, and she heard someone say they where sorry. Before she even noticed what had happened. When she looked at the girl who'd fallen, Harlow had too suppress a little bit of a laugh, still she was smiling. "Sorry about that, I was being a space cadet." she said as she offered her hand too the girl. She looked familiar, maybe Harlow had seen her at a party? She didn't know where and the more she looked at the girl it started too bug her. She thought if she introduced herself maybe she'd know her. 'Im Harlow."