Claustrophobia. (open)

[TJ Camden]

The room where TJ lay flat on his make shift bed was dark and gloomy. It felt so black and sinister, not a glint of sunlight could be seen. Because it was the weekend and so late into the evening, nearly everyone would be off doing their own thing. No matter how hard he tried, TJ just couldn't get comfortable. Maybe it was the fact that he was sleeping in a cave-like room in the middle of noisy New York, or that his brain was trying to tell him to get up off his butt.

Soon enough he was up into a sitting position and was scratching his head while yawning. He walked towards the window and pulled open the curtains. The sunlight was happily beaming into his face and spilled into the room, brightening every wall, corner to corner.
Knowing that he was never going to be able to get any sleep just yet, he set off to the tiny bathroom and proceeded to freshen up a little, splashing his face with water and promptly drying.

TJ crept past the other doors as soon as he exited his room, not wanting to disturb anyone else, especially the rat land lord.
There had been several times where TJ had gotten a little...turned around lost in the massive city that the he lived in, it wasn't entirely his fault, he wasn't a big city kinda guy and all the streets looked the same.

“Hocrap.”
With the wide streets, someone still managed to collide with him, TJ had fallen flatly on his backside colliding with the hard concrete. "Oh my god!" he grumbled rubbing his behind.
Make this at least the second clumsy and idiotic thing TJ has done this year. He blinked a couple of times before glaring at the person he had bumped into.
"I'm sorry. I didn't- Where in the hell am I? I think I'm a little lost. He continued to rub his sore back. The glare from the rays of sun were blinding TJ so it was hard to make out who the person was.

[Juliet Spencer]

Juliet lay on her couch lazily. Looking from object to object in her apartment, she made the things within it appear and then disappear. Over and over, she practiced her materialization. However, one could honestly only practice for so long before they became bored to the point where it was almost painful. Finally, Juliet threw her legs over the side of the couch and sat up, running her hand through her messy tresses. She gazed over at her clock. It was still early. Grabbing her sweater, she picked up her keys and left. Maybe the world would be a little more exciting than her apartment.

As she walked down the stairs and onto the pavement, Juliet stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. The sun warmed her skin pleasantly, and a tingle ran down her body. A moment or so later, Juliet started on her walk. The snow on the ground was still fresh, and puffed up as she walked past, swirling in the wind as her boots kicked it up. The glare from the snow, however, was terrible. Placing her hand into her empty pocket, she took a moment. A pair of sunglasses materialized in her hand, and she pulled them out. Juliet put them on and blinked a few times to get used to the new tint of the world.

It really was too bad that she hadn't been paying a little more attention. If she had of been, she would have seen the younger man, and wouldn't have bumped into him. He promptly fell to the ground, and Juliet's lips formed an "Oh snap." She held her hand out to him, helping him up. "I'm so sorry," she said, apologizing. "You're in Central Park." she said, dusting off a few snowflakes that had fallen on her. For a moment there was silence, and then she held her hand out to him again. "Yeah... Um, hi. I'm Juliet."

[TJ Camden]

Kindly the one who he'd bumped into extended their hand out to help him to his feet and so that his behind wouldn't get too snow soaked. TJ had rather been enjoying the seasonal weather as it reminded him slightly of his home and so alleviated the homesickness that he was prone to from time to time.
“Oh snap I'm so sorry. You're in Central Park."
“Thanks,” TJ nodded to her, once he'd righted himself he was able to see that it wasn't some butch local body builder and instead he was eye to eye with a cute girl who looked about his age.
He still kept to his opinion that everything around here looked the same but at the same time he took a quick look around himself and made a mental note of his surroundings.

Since his arrival, TJ had been most unfortunate to find, bump into and aggravate many of the ruder New Yorkers, giving him a crash course in NYC style manners. Some habits, were hard to shake off, and despite that he was no longer in England, he still had manners and used them freely.

TJ ran his fingers through his hair to brush out some of the snowflakes that had settled on him, he saw that the girl had offered him her hand yet again, this time by way of a greeting.
"Yeah... Um, hi. I'm Juliet."
“Right, I'm TJ, nice to meet you.” Somehow, saying nice to have crashed into you just didn't sound like the right thing to say.
Not to appear rude, TJ reached out and began to shake her hand and a crackle could be heard, the static electricity that he had gotten used to showing off with had developed bad timing.
A quick spark flitted between his closed fingers quite noticeably and TJ was sure that Juliet had heard, seen and felt it too.

“Oh, I... erm, must have been my carpets or something,” He grinned awkwardly to cover up the lie, pulling his hand back quick sharp and stuffing both his hands into his pockets.
“You're local here I hope, could you do me a favour and point me towards a good coffee place, I think I need to warm up a little... and I owe you one for almost tripping you up, join me?” He offered.