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[misscecilia]

It's taken far too long for Cecilia to move into her new apartment. She's not actually sure when she managed to acquire this much stuff in the first place, let alone how she got it all back across the Atlantic and up the coast to Maine, and if she is ever required to move again, she's going to handle it by giving away all her worldly possessions and becoming a nun or one of those New Age lifestyle bloggers. Or at least by paying someone to unpack all her things for her. One of the two.

The point is, it's been weeks since her arrival, and she'd been starting to think she was never going to get all the cardboard boxes out of her apartment. She has, though, she hauled the last ones down the stairs this morning. It's a feat worthy of celebration, Cecilia thinks, and she takes herself off to the boardwalk to do just that.

Notwithstanding her brief visit last year, she hasn't been back to Siren Cove in ages, and she's not sure how much of it will be like she remembers. The boardwalk, though, seems the same as it ever has, and Cecilia, after obtaining a huge and definitely overpriced ice cream cone, is content to wander, offering friendly smiles to everyone she passes.

[Open to everyone forever, come say hi! Find her on the boardwalk and let her looooooooove you.]

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[anddowntothesea]

His sketching still leaves a lot to be desired. He'd done a lot of practice while he was with Gale in New York and he can see what she taught him in what he's managing to turn out but it's still far from perfect. Perched on the back of a bench on the boardwalk, Gabe is working on sketching figures, store-fronts, the difference between wood and sky.

When she wanders into his line of vision, he looks up and smiles.


ooc: Gabe grew up in SC, so feel free to assume they know each other XD

[misscecilia]

It takes Cecilia a minute to place where she recognizes him from, and then he smiles at her and everything clicks into place.

"Gabe, right?" she asks, as she returns the smile, like she doesn't already know. He's a few years older than her and they hadn't known each other that well, back when she was still coming home every chance she got, but Siren Cove was a small enough town then that everyone more or less knew everyone else; she'd had the worst crush on him, the summer she was sixteen, Fabrice had teased her about it constantly. "Gabe Monroe? I don't think I've seen you in years."

[anddowntothesea]

"Cecelia," he says, with a warm smile. He's always had a good head for faces and names and it's not like anyone in Siren Cove can forget a Coombs. He sets his pencil down and gives her his full attention. "Yeah, it's probably been...not since school, right? You were a couple of grades behind me?"

[misscecilia]

"One or two," she says. "I wasn't around much, though, I'm a little surprised you remember me." She's even more surprised that he's still here, though she supposes she shouldn't be - Siren Cove tends to draw people in and keep them around, even when they want to leave.

She glances at the sketchbook and pencil, then back at his face. "You're an artist?"

[anddowntothesea]

"I've got a great head for faces," he says, with a smile. "You might have known my girlfriend better than me - Abbie Delaney?" The more things changed in a place like Siren Cove, the more they stayed the same. It's taken him thirty years to figure that out. "Artist might be too strong a word. I draw."

[misscecilia]

"Yeah, I think I remember her," Cecilia agrees. She remembers Abbie, alright, and she seems to recall someone mentioning something, a few years back, about Abbie skipping town. Good for her.

"I'm always so impressed by people who can draw," she adds. "I can do stick figures, but that's really about it."