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Post by deandra claire winchester on Apr 5, 2009 22:44:55 GMT -5
 WISH YOU COULD ONLY SEE[/font][/color] I GOT AN 'I HEART ?'WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF MY HAND[/size][/font] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deandra flipped the page in her Seventeen magazine before she took a bit of her chicken caesar salad. She loved the dress on the page, so she pulled out her purple sharpie and circled it. Looking at the Sharpie, Deandra smiled. She looked at her hand, and started drawing random flowers and squiggles. It looked kinda cool, kinda like a Henna tattoo. But, of course, nothing close to the same quality.
She set down her Sharpie before taking another bite of her salad. Looking around the room, Deandra saw a ton of different things she didn't have. She saw girls gossiping about everything and everyone, best friends obviously. She saw boyfriends smiling at their girlfriends. Something she didn't have. She felt a twang of jealousy, a feeling she felt when someone else had something she didn't.
Deandra picked up her Sharpie once again, and quickly filled in the only empty space on her left hand. When she finished it read 'I ♥ ?'. She needed a crush. And fast. Truthfully, by the time she got one at this school, her flirting skills would probably be at the level of a six year old.
Deandra shook her head, and let it fall into her hands, one of which still smelled like Sharpie. I got an 'I ♥ ?' written on the back of my hand... That's pathetic. I could at least have the name of some celebrity... But nooo... It's a fuckin' question mark. "Oh, gosh, I hope someone isn't named question mark..." She said aloud, not realizing it. With that, her head fell onto the table with a thud.
'Oww... Stupid fucking table." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- STATUS! COMPLETE TAGGED! Open to any dawggity! NOTES! Sorry if it is bad... :(( WORDS! 273 OUTFIT! HERE, Y'ALL LYRICS! I ♥ ? - Taylor Swift[/center] |
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Post by verena on Apr 5, 2009 23:04:33 GMT -5
ivory rose kingston .WE ARE WILD, WE ARE FREE, WE ARE MORE THAN YOU THINK.so call us freaks but that’s just the way we roll - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/color] Ivory walked into the cafeteria feeling much more refreshed after writing almost twenty pages of the manuscript she was working on. It seemed she hadn’t had muse in forever but then all of a sudden…but as soon as she had it, it was also gone and she was stuck at one of the most crucial spots in her plot. There just has to be something… Ivory shook her head once more as she ripped yet another paper out of the seams of her lucky notebook. This was ridiculous. It seemed for the longest time she was without any inspiration—any want to truly write anything! She sighed and leaned back into her chair. She knew exactly why she was feeling this way and she hated it. Gosh, she hated it with every inch of her being and just wanted to grab the next person and start pounding them into the floor as though they were a sack of…something. She frowned rolling her eyes at herself for her crazy thoughts.
Walking through the lunchline, she tried her best to think of something…anything! That would work. But it seemed she was simply out of luck. No bueno. Damn damn damn, she thought to herself angrily. Calming down, she tossed some pasta onto her plate along with a few French fries and whatever the main course was. She wasn’t thinking about food at the moment but for once, she was extremely starving. So much so that her stomach was actually growling! It seemed even her body was messed up by this country.
She still couldn’t believe her father had really gone ahead and moved to Ireland. It was the most wretched thing he could have done to her. She was as deeply rooted into the English soil as her mother had been. But maybe that was it. Her father wanted to be away from anything that reminded him of Evelyn and so he decided to loose the entirety of Great Britain and grab the first quick-witted redhead with a dreadful accent that he could get. And that’s exactly what you did, Papa.
She couldn’t help but be extremely angry with him. After all, no longer was she the crème de la crème regal queen of the school and neither did she have a million men fawning over her. Sure the dramatics program may have been much better here than at the academy, but she was the one who was forever receiving the leads—here such a thing could be easily bought, or so she felt. It depressed her, this lack of friendship, contacts, knowing. It was much too foreign and different to become a part of her liking or ever really fit with her.
As she was mulling over such negative thoughts, she saw one of her actual friends in the place alone at a table. She walked over just in time to hear the spring of curses and the bang. That must’ve bloody well hurt as bad as hell, she surmised. Setting down her notebook and tray she sat down and looked at Deandra. ”You okay, love? What’s the matter?” she asked curiously and hoping she hadn’t arrived at a horrible time. [/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by deandra claire winchester on Apr 5, 2009 23:18:39 GMT -5
WISH YOU COULD ONLY SEE [/font][/color] I GOT AN 'I HEART ?'WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF MY HAND[/size][/font] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deandra didn't need to look up to know that Ivory had sat down next to her. The girls accent was the most unmistakeable thing in the school. It was really interesting also. Having come form America, Deandra never really heard accents like that exceot in Harry Potter movies. OH! That's it! Deandra thought, smiling. Daniel Radcliffe or Rupert Grint! She thought, before hitting her head on the table. Yeah, right. That's like a stupid idea. She didn't even like the HP movies. Looking up at Ivory, Deandra lifted up her left hand. "This is the problem." She said, sighing.
Deandra wasn't really sure if she would get what she was trying to say, so she went further into detail. "I got a fucking 'I ♥ ?' written on my hand. The question mark needs to be replaced." She said, before hitting her head again. Ohkay, so she wasn't exactly used to not having a crush. She always had one back home. But all the guys here didn't seem to be taking an interest in her. It was.. odd.
Pulling the purple headband encircling her head down to her eyes, Deandra looked back at Ivory. "Am I pathetic? Really? Crying over this?" She asked, trying to see from behind the headband. "I mean, I don't see you crying over the fact that you don't like someone, well, you don't, right? But if you didn't, if you do, you wouldn't be complaining about it. You are so much more civilized than I am. I bet you it's because you are from England... Hmmm..." She said before going into a deep-ish thought about that matter.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- STATUS! COMPLETE TAGGED! Ivoryyy!! Meh Bestttyyy! NOTES! Psh, you not usual is still a lot better than my usual... haha:))WORDS! 271 OUTFIT! HERE, Y'ALL LYRICS! I ♥ ? - Taylor Swift[/font][/center] |
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Post by verena on Apr 5, 2009 23:35:10 GMT -5
ivory rose kingston .WE ARE WILD, WE ARE FREE, WE ARE MORE THAN YOU THINK.so call us freaks but that’s just the way we roll - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/color] Ivory raised an eyebrow as Deandra explained the predicament to her. In all honesty, she had no clue why that was a problem but then again, she did like someone and she supposedly still had a boyfriend back home. Well, ‘supposedly’ being the main word. Now that she thought about it, it wasn’t her but Dylan being the huge jerk in the situation and he was probably cheating on her anyway since the last few times she had called him, the same girl had consistently been answering the phone and saying she was sorry but he was ‘preoccupied’. Preoccupied my bloody ass, Ivory thought to herself. Then shook her head, realizing she should be paying more attention so she could help D out more.
”No, it’s not stupid really. And you’re not pathetic either…” [/b] She gave her friend a sort of half hug before listening on. Ivory wasn’t really sure what to say to Deandra. She had never had such a problem or well, thought of it as a problem. But then again, in England there were thousands of clubs and wild parties she was always throwing or she could always hit it up and have a fling with one of the several hot student teachers there. Now, she was just this dreadful girl in Ireland without the contacts and love interests she had way back when. But, she found herself not really caring about the things she once had. Things were different now after all. For one, she had a friend that actually cared about her rather than just mooching off or stealing the ever-shining spotlight. Ivory laughed when Deandra went on about the differences between America and England. She had come to enjoy the similarities between the two of them as well as their contrasts. She had even gotten used to the way Deandra spoke. Oh, what she wouldn’t give for a familiar ‘fish and chips’ salesmonger screaming out their lungs on the streets or even a few rushed gasps of air from a pointy nosed schooling mistress. But alas! She was given to Americans, Irishmen, Frenchies, and the lot. She couldn’t help but want to snatch the vocal cords of each and educate them as to how to pronounce each word in English as it was supposed to sound rather than their splotchy accented ways of speaking. Indeed, Ivory was a rather stuck up girl when it came to her background. She had a large amount of pride and an even higher tilt of her chin when it came to anything concerning such—especially the language. She would consistently cringe whenever people talked and would often muffle herself from chastising them about the matter in order to relieve herself from any laughter or rolls of the eyes that may have followed. But with D, it didn’t really matter—the girl had a wonderful personality to make up for it and besides that, Ivory found she had started to start caring less and less about accents and such. She tried to think of some way in which she could relate it to herself to show D she wasn’t alone in the matter. ”I don’t think your problem is not having a crush though…rather it is a lack of excitement in your life and given this god awful atmosphere the only way in which one can get such spontaneity is to have a crush, but…”[/b] she trailed off, trying to think of a way in which she could explain what she was trying to in words. ”You can always do something daring and get a thrill outta that, but I don’t want to be a bad influence right now so let’s focus on a guy. Is there anyone who you find to be cute based purely on looks?”[/b][/blockquote][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by deandra claire winchester on Apr 6, 2009 20:55:29 GMT -5
WISH YOU COULD ONLY SEE [/font][/color] I GOT AN 'I HEART ?'WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF MY HAND[/size][/font] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deandra looked at Ivory when she said she wasn't pathetic. Deandra so badly wanted to roll her eyes, but she knew Ivory wouldn't lie to her. She took a deep breath, and listened to what she said next. It made sense, really. This school was kinda boring, and the only exciting thing she could think of was bungee jumping off the roof. Actually she might try that. "Oh my gosh. You know what would be exciting? Bungee jumping off the roof. We should try that sometime..." She said, thinking about her outfit already.
Of course, she knew that was a stupid suggestion. Bungee jumping off the roof... Psshhh, who did she think she was? Evil Knievel? Yeah, right. Deandra sighed, and set her head in her hand as she listened to Ivory go on. When she asked if Deandra liked anyone based on looks, Deandra looked around the cafeteria. There were many guys there, but all the available looking ones were hideous, and the decent looking guys were attached to a girls arm. Just her luck, no one looked available that was hot...
Shaking her head, Deandra looked back at Ivory. "Not really... Of course, I don't really know any guys at this school, which is kinda unusual, because I was always around boys back at my old boarding school. But, none of the available looking guys are unfortunate looking." She said, scrunching up her nose. She didn't want to sound like a stuck up bitch, but really, it was the truth. Appearance was, like, practically everything to her when it came to some things, and boys was one of those.
Deandra started thinking about her 'type'. What part of a guys appearance caught her eye. She loved shaggy hair, preferably brown, also blond. She loved when guys had soft adorable eyes, and she liked a guy who wasn't to big. Really, though, the hair was everything. "Well, if you wanna help me look, just know that a guys hair matters the most. Really, I am not attracted to guys with short-ish hair. I prefer shaggier hair... But, anyways, I don't want them to be alcoholics and druggies. That's disgusting... But yeah." She said, stopping when she couldn't think of anything more to say. Deandra looked at Ivory again, and smiled. "Any ideas?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- STATUS! COMPLETE TAGGED! Ivoryyy!! Meh Bestttyyy! NOTES! I forgot Deandra is a native of Scotland... let's just say she went to a boarding school in America because she was tired of home...:)) And also, what she looks for is exactly what I look for. I swear, if a guy has short hair, it bugs me sooo much. And when a guy has long hair and cuts it, I wanna go up to them and smack them, especially if their hair was extremely hot before. When the Jonas Brothers cut their hair, I cried. Like, literally cried my eyes out.:))WORDS! 383 OUTFIT! HERE, Y'ALL LYRICS! I ♥ ? - Taylor Swift[/font][/center] |
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Post by verena on Apr 7, 2009 0:32:21 GMT -5
ivory rose kingston .WE ARE WILD, WE ARE FREE, WE ARE MORE THAN YOU THINK.so call us freaks but that’s just the way we roll - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/color] Ivory smiled at Deandra’s suggestion. She hadn’t exactly been thinking along the lines of bungee jumping. Rather, her intent was to do something more detrimental reputation and future wise than physical harm wise. Then again, this is coming from a sixteen year old who was already smoking about half a pack of day. It would’ve been more except at a boarding school, one had to be extra careful when doing illegal things even if one didn’t care if they were caught. If one wanted to continue doing those things that were thought of as wrong and against the law, they needed to be extremely subtle and cautious. Of course, now that she thought about it though such a thing did sound fun and nonetheless it would conquer a thousand looks of admiration or looks in general. She nodded to Deandra. “Yes, definitely—let’s plan it for a Wednesday. They’re always exciting days!” No one at this school was brave enough to pull a stunt like that. The only interesting attribute the place has was the students and their stupid classes system and even that was extremely dull.
But then, Ivory had lived a rather colourful life before moving to Ireland. She had been given privileges and certain luxuries that teenagers were not used to. The first being her allowance of freedoms and where she went with whom. Ivory was consistently out ‘til the late hours leaning into extremely early morning. She had a thousand fake ids, a true almost always high boyfriend whom she also considered her best friend, and a string of fake leeches who clung to her as though she were the only reason for their existence in order to mooch as much free stuff off of her as they could. Now with a suddenly overprotective brother and even worse stepmother, her father was less lax and the world she had once known when her mother was alive had disappeared. It was as though it were a beautiful dream that had simply disintegrated. Why even now, it had come to a point where Ivory had no idea if she had just imagined it all.
Her eyes scanned the cafeteria as Deandra went on to describe her perfect guy. All about the hair huh? She was the opposite. She enjoyed the eyes the most and next came the voice. Both of those had to be extremely perfect. With eyes her favourite was usually green, then blue and lastly a gorgeous deep-set brown. Hair didn’t really matter to her. But oh the voice! Now that was a huge biggie. He could not have one of those dreadful skater sleeze sort of talk in which he lazed his way through his words, yet neither could he be extremely stuck up in his word choice. It had to be an absolutely perfect median. She had yet to meet a guy with that! Well, Dylan had been pretty darn close, but obviously that hadn’t ended extremely great. To be honest, it hadn’t even technically ended yet. She sighed, moving around some pasta on her plate with her fork.
”Goodness Miss High Standars!” she teased her friend, laughingly. ”Hmmm, this really is a toughie. I think you’ve described a whole lotta American boys that seem to have migrated back to their home planet.” She tapped her head, trying to think of someone who could match the specific description Deandra had come up with. Sometimes the girl was so hard to please! But then, that was exactly why Ivory loved her. It was funny how the same qualities one absolutely despised about a person could also be that which made them so appealing as well. Such a contradiction it was and yet oh so true. She slipped through a mental list noting down few who might’ve been worth trying, but none of them actually seemed Deandra’s type personality wise. Not to say a clash wouldn’t have been great, but Ivy couldn’t see any of them with her best friend. It just didn’t fit well in her mind.
Then it hit her like an avalanche of a thousand bricks. She nearly screamed but instead a high pitched squeak escaped her throat as she jumped slightly and her eyes widened in amusement. That was it! Or rather,he was it! She looked quickly to Deandra and stabbed her fork down. ”Total lightning bolt, love! What about that Taran River Devereux. He’s absolutely perfect. Why his description is the epitome of what you just said about your ideal crush and slash or future possible boyfriend.” [/b] She smiled, waiting to see a flicker or some sort of emotion that expressed approval from Deandra.[/blockquote][/font][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by deandra claire winchester on Apr 8, 2009 11:59:26 GMT -5
WISH YOU COULD ONLY SEE [/font][/color] I GOT AN 'I HEART ?'WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF MY HAND[/size][/font] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deandra was a little shocked that Ivory was up to going bungee jumping. Well, of course she was. Ivory was always full of surprises. "Well, ohkay then. I'll order the equipment tonight, it should be here by tomorrow night if I get express shipping, and we can go the next day, which will be Wednesday." She said, smiling. Deandra always knew she was going to go bungee jumping at some point in her life, but she always thought it would off a bridge in some beautiful canyon, not the roof of a boarding school in Ireland. But, she was fine with whatever. She just wanted to feel the thrill of jumping off.
Deandra was always a daring person. Everyone in her boarding school back in America always said she would be the first person to attempt to tame a lion or jump off a building for recreation. She couldn't wait to tell her friends back at home. She could picture their reactions now. Anna would laugh, thinking she was kidding, but then Natalia would smile, knowing it was the truth. When she pointed that out to Anna, they would both double over laughing at Deandra's stupidity, and then the next day go tell everyone around campus about it, probably using a bullhorn to spread the news. At some points, Deandra longed to be back there, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes durning one of their stomach-gripping laugh fests. But, she was here in Ireland. At least she wasn't completely alone, and had made some good friends.
When Ivory said how high Deandra's standards were, she laughed. Of course she would like American boys with shaggy hair. She had spent a lot of her time with people like that. Actually, a lot of her guy friends looked like that. "Actually, they aren't any regular old American boys migrating back to their homeland, they're skater/surfer American boys. Those are the kind I like." She said smiling. Those type of guys were the ones who were laid back and didn't have a care in the world. Of course, she liked it better when they were a little smart, but she could deal with the dumb ones. It wasn't that bad.
And then Ivory had an idea, a brilliant one according to her. "Total lightning bolt, love!" She had said, and Deandra's face had lit up. "What about that Taran River Devereux." When she said that name, Deandra's face went from showing joy to confusion. Who Taran River Devereux was, Deandra had no clue. "Uhm, not to be rude or anything, but who da bajooba is dat?" She asked, her eyebrows crinkled together in genuine confusion. She had never met a guy in her life with a name like 'Taran River Devereux', and wasn't sure who would ever name their child that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- STATUS! COMPLETE TAGGED! Ivoryyy!! Meh Bestttyyy! NOTES! Yes, I love them to death. my walls are covered in posters of them, mainly Nick, but yeah. Haha, Deandra has no clue who the Prince is... wooow... :)) And sorry it took so long for me to respond. I went to sleep at like 7 yesterday. I was friggin tired...WORDS! 469 OUTFIT! HERE, Y'ALL LYRICS! I ♥ ? - Taylor Swift[/font][/center] |
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