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Post by adelie eve rehndeu on Feb 7, 2011 14:11:13 GMT -8
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Her head resting comfortably on a sofa cushion, Adelie dived into yet another book. A small stack already accompanied her on the floor, and a few magazines were sprawled across the coffee table. Her long, pink hair flowed off the side of the couch, but her legs were propped up awkwardly on the top. Not that it really mattered; as long as she was comfortable, Adelie had no concerns whatsoever. Missy had decided to stay back and organize the dormatory, seeing that Adelie wasn't the most organized woman in the world. She wasn't interested in watching her lay down and read books all day, anyways. Adelie felt more relaxed without the stern Froslass scolding her every second.
Speaking of organization, this book wasn't very organized itself. She felt like the author didn't take the time to organize his toughts, but nonetheless, it was interesting. The story was based loosely off Jack the Ripper, a mysterious 'psychopath' in the late 1800's. Apparently his identity was never discovered, and there are still numerous theories. Adelie's aqua - colored eyes flickered from side to side, as she felt the need to quickly finish the book. Something with a little more plot, perhaps.
And some more action, she added to herself.
With a wide yawn, she set down the book on the page she stopped on, and covered her eyes with hand. A little rest couldn't hurt, right? All that reading was making her sleepy, not to mention her aching neck. But honestly, she was much too lazy at the moment, and felt that the silence in the room was wonderful. Adelie was the only one in the room as well, which was an added bonus. It was nice having small chats, but she wasn't great at keeping a long conversation going. Plus, some people just get too carried away.
Suddenly, a loud BEEP ! interuppted her pleasant thoughts, along with an uncomfortable vibrating in her back pocket.
Ah crap, it's probably about that overdue paperwork I had to get in... Adelie faced into the sofa cushion, with an annoyed moan. It wasn't what you would call a "good, stress-free" day for her.
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Post by damian se symphonia on Feb 8, 2011 17:12:13 GMT -8
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"The road I walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul! I am the closest thing to god, so worship me and never stop~!"
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Post by adelie eve rehndeu on Feb 8, 2011 18:13:29 GMT -8
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Adelie was slightly startled at the entrance of the young man.
However, it was becoming less and less rare seeing the opposite gender in the dormitries.
"Well well, hello beautiful Adelie~"
The girl simply gave a small smile and a wave, after propping herself into a sitting position. Of course, the notorious Damian. Though she'd never met him up until now, he was pretty famous for being a crazy flirt. She did admit, he was a bit of a looker. I wouldn't doubt he's aready broken a couple million hearts, she added to herself. "Lookin' top notch as usual, but what to expect, you're a model aren't you? What's that you're reading? And furthermore, what can a gentlemen like myself offer you today? Damian se Symphonia, at your service~."
Ah, yes, this was going to be a long talk.
"Thank you, you're looking nice today as well", Adelie started, sincerely. "Oh these? Just a couple books to pass the time. It's a big hobby of mine." Service? A service would be to leave her in peace, but she couldn't be so rude. Her phone continued to ring loudly, demanding attention. After a few seconds, she slipped it out of her pocket and removed the battery, setting it on the table. Much better.
"What would you be doing here on this... fine... day?"
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Post by damian se symphonia on Feb 9, 2011 14:54:56 GMT -8
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Damian rose his eyebrows, a wide smile working its way up onto his face, "Just good looking? I'm offended!" His tone was light and playful, clearly joking around... though in the depths of his mind, he knew he was more than just good looking. He was him after all, and that meant he was the best out there, period.
The obnoxious sound of a phone ringing cut off his thoughts, and he glanced down at the device, wishing it would just up and die. How DARE the damn piece of technology interrupt HIS fun. To his surprise though, Adelie took the battery out rather than answering, and he blinked a couple of times in shock. Usually girls jumped at the chance to answer their phones, wanting to chat about the latest gossip or some bullshit like that. Maybe she's just weird...? Ah, but it doesn't matter...still attractive~
"I was just taking a walk, and singing down the halls. I have a little gig tonight," he explained casually. "At the bar~ I'm gonna knock the crowd out! But I could talk about me all day if you asked, so I'll stop before I get carried away, neh?" he laughed lightly at that, leaning his elbows on the couch and smiling coyly at Adelie. "So, you like literature? I'm quite literate myself, in the area of love~"
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Post by adelie eve rehndeu on Feb 9, 2011 16:55:40 GMT -8
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Adelie noticed Damian observing her phone strangely. Was it that strange to remove a battery? Frankly, she didn't want to make up any more pathetic excuses for late work. That was for when she was confronted. For now, she had to brainstorm - and, probably work on that writing, too.
She briefly combed through her hair with her fingers, before pulling it over one side and letting it waterfall off her shoulder. Adelie scooted over a few inches, and patted the empty seat next to her, inviting him to sit. This conversation seemed like it might last a while, and she knew how it felt to stand for too long.
"Just good looking? I'm offended!" said the boy, attempting to crack a joke. Adelie flashed a smile, with a bit of a chuckle. "I don't go around just saying that to anyone, sweety." This was true, for the most part. Actually, most of her compliments were out of adoration, as she didn't talk to too many men of her own age out of fear that they would secretly be some kind of a stalker.
"I was just taking a walk, and singing down the halls. I have a little gig tonight." At the bar? Was he even old enough for that? Adelie wasn't very aware of the age restrictions, but Damian certainly looked very young. However, it was admirable that he stuck to his events. She could name quite a few entertainers who would easily wave away his duties. "Oh, really? I'd love to come and see, but I have some late paperwork to get to," she shrugged. It wasn't necessary to do it today, and maybe she would enjoy having some fun for once. But she just wasn't very up to it, and hopefully he wouldn't ask her to come and watch. Plus, if she made a habit of going places like a bar, it would bring her image down, and silly, false rumors would arise. "Anyways, I do wish you the best of luck!"
"Yes, I do love to read. But honestly, it's been a while since i've really enjoyed myself. There were a few nice ones here and there, but most of them were lacking something. A feeling, perhaps? Or maybe i'm just too obsessed with suspense."
Adelie never rested too long on his eyes. It was a skill she lacked, and often left her feeling like the other person would think her of a bit of a creep. She let her eyes wander to his hair, his clothes, or whatever every now and then. Finally, she crossed her legs, realized that she may have been fidgeting awkwardly, and stopped moving so much.
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Post by damian se symphonia on Feb 10, 2011 15:45:44 GMT -8
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Damian rose his eyebrows. Oh, so the complement he'd fished out of her was unusual? Well then, he was honored... though she could have said it more along the lines that he wanted to hear, right? Just to humor him? In any case, it was a start, and Damian wasn't going to complain, "Then I'm honored to get such a complement from a lovely lady like yourself~"
She scooted over, patting the cushion next to her to invite him to sit down. Damian didn't need to be told twice, and so with a little smirk, he plopped himself next to Adelie, sprawling out his arms on the back cushions and relaxing into the couch, "Aahhh~" he sighed. "Thank you kindly, m'lady..." he trailed off, using his peripheral vision to stare at Adelie while she talked. "Paperwork? Models have paperwork? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Being sexy all the time is a hard enough job to keep up by itself. I would know.... And luck? At the bar? Nah, I won't need it. I've been performing since the age of fetus. I know what I'm doing on stage already~"
He stopped talking again, swinging one leg over his other to get more comfortable on the couch. Adelie meanwhile spoke about her fascination with books. Suspense... he could get into that. Well, maybe in movie form. Reading wasn't too much his thing... reminded him too much of school, and his school days were a load of bull-crap when it was clear that his calling was to music. "What about suspense movies? I'll take you to a thriller~ we can call it a date, eh?" He turned his head and gave her the most charming grin he could muster. If that plus the sweet tone he'd used didn't get her to say yes, then she was even weirder than he first thought. Most girls swooned over him easily enough, but Adelie was already proving to be a little tougher than his usual pieces of prey. Then again, Damian was up to the challenge. Where was the fun in life if it never presented you with something difficult?
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Post by adelie eve rehndeu on Feb 11, 2011 14:46:38 GMT -8
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Adelie let out a chuckle. He was right, photoshoots aren't all fun and games, and it proved to be very tiring. Even outside of her work, she always had to be wary of her word choice and actions. People were always prying around for information, creating an unnecessarily big deal out
petty topics, and even making false rumors. News reporters, writers, paparazzi, and especially regular citizens. They were simply STARVING for a piece of fame. "Definitely," she replied simply, at last. Actually, Adelie thought Damian could be the type to get all "SHE LEFT ME IN THE RAIN, ALL ALONE! THEN SHE LAUGHED AND..." etc. drama. Making a big fuss.
Obviously, she wasn't thinking very highly of him. Adelie claimed to be very mature and accepting, but she was very quick to judge. She didn't think very highly of almost anyone, anyways, so this wasn't anything new. His proud manner wasn't very appealing to her, and him complimenting his own looks wasn't helping.
When Damian started about how he didn't need luck in the bar, Adelie wanted to burst into laughter (but of course, she just listened with respect). Having an event at a bar was a big no-no. Adelie had her first and last there. On one side of the bar, everyone was drunk, hiccuping and puking everywhere. She even witnessed an absolutely, completely, wasted woman puke in her drink, forget about it, and drink it again. It was horrifying, at the least. On the other side, they were gambling, laughing, and partying like wild animals. A crisp clunk of two glasses would soon turn two people into savages. Apart from that, Adelie felt the eyes of those drunk perverts boring into her skin, some even slightly salivating. Her event was originally to have a quick photoshoot on their lovely wooden stage, to spread her 'fame' (which was quite little at the time), which contrasted immensely with the audience below. When they demanded some kind of a performance, Adelie's manager told her to sing. She wasn't forced, but she felt she may not make it out alive if she did not. Although she had body guards surrounding her, she did not feel safe for a single second.
Well, Damian may have a better experience. Hers was a bit extreme, but she just couldn't imagine entering another bar after that nightmare. "I still wish you luck. You never know what you'll see at a bar," Adelie advised. She couldn't picture him ever having a previous performance at such a place before, and figured he would gladly accept it.
Adelie thought their conversation shouldn't become too long, seeing he had a performance, and she had work to do. But that's when he used that incredibly arrogant tone of voice again.
"What about suspense movies? I'll take you to a thriller~ we can call it a date, eh?"
She batted her long, fluttery, dark eyelashes, paired with a lovely smile, her lips gleaming. "Of course..." she searched for the perfect words to finish. I would never go on a date with a player? I'd love to, but I just remembered I forgot my [insert excuse here]. Or perhaps just a simple 'Of course not'? It wouldn't be wise to lead him on, but honestly. Did he REALLY think it was going to be that simple?
Please, I'm not a desperate barbie looking for any puppy-love. Could looks be all this boy judged on? Did he realize the age gap? Sure, he was good looking, but he's not the only one.
Before she became lost in her resentful thoughts, Adelie cleared her throat and lightly touched his hand. "I admire you," she lied. Ha! What a cocky face he held! ...most guys would just stare longingly from a distance." This was true.
"I'd love to watch a movie with you. As acquaintances." Adelie was going to add 'I don't accept a date simply because ones good looking,' but decided not to. If he tried anything fishy, she would have to do some improvising. Not that she actually believed this silly musician would go through with this. He was probably all talk, no action. Plus, he'd probably feel it would hurt his reputation to only go as acquaintances, and change his mind. Adelie sincerely believed that Damian was a very predictable person. To be honest, she didn't even know what girls saw in his personality. Perhaps his past dates were all fakes. Adelie had pride in her gender. Then again, teenagers often did not think straight at all.
"Hey, aren't you five years younger than me?" she inquired, with a light laugh. Did Damian expect to score with an older woman? Adelie, nonetheless? But she hoped he wouldn't take it too seriously, as she meant no ill feelings. He was... just too much for her. One date didn't mean they were suddenly girlfriend-boyfriend, but she still felt it was necessary to let him know.
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Post by damian se symphonia on Feb 14, 2011 23:54:35 GMT -8
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He lifted an eyebrow when she still wished him luck, warning him that he may not know what he would see at a bar. Damian was half tempted to boast about past performances at the same exact spot, but he somehow felt it was better to keep his mouth shut... just this once. It proved to be an asset this once as well, as suddenly, Adelie was agreeing to go on a date with him. Well now, he was expecting a bit more resistance, but what could he say? He had a certain charm to him....
Though his pride quickly turned to surprise, and then doubt when Adelie told him that she admired his attitude. What was that now? Damian almost asked, though again, he bit his tongue. Something seemed... rather off. Sure, he'd gotten what he wanted in the end... a small outing with a certain model... but....
"Strange, usually girls swoon or right out slap me in the face. You're doing neither. I get the feeling you're probably just too nice to say I'm a dick to my face, isn't that right?" he asked rather nonchalantly. "Even so, you agreed in the end. I suppose if you really didn't want to hang out, you would have said no. Friday night then~ I'll meet you here at say... seven? And ahaha, age gaps. When did something like that ever stop me? Don't get me wrong, you are very attractive, but not everything I do leads to me wanting to get in someone's pants. Just... most of the time. You're interesting... that's all~ Pretty is a bonus!"
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Post by adelie eve rehndeu on Feb 19, 2011 14:35:43 GMT -8
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Adelie resisted a yawn, which was just tickling at her jaw. Geez, it sure was tiring, having an actual, whole conversation and all. No wonder she avoided them. It probably would have been considerably better to have just stuck with her regular, short one-to-two-word replies."Hello", "Yes", "No," "Goodbye." Those would have done the trick. Now, she was stuck in this muddled situation with a player, no less. However, it would be unecessarily rude to simply say "I'll go now," and leave the poor boy alone. Well okay, perhaps he wasn't exactly a lonely or poor boy. Adelie guessed he could, if he really wanted, to just walk up to another lady and bother her instead. He was pretty much doing that to her right now, anyways.
"Strange, usually girls swoon or right out slap me in the face. You're doing neither. I get the feeling you're probably just too nice to say I'm a dick to my face, isn't that right?" Oh no, he certainly wasn't being a... an idiot. Just a bit too confident of his 'lady-talking' abilities, persay. Plus, what kind of a dignified lady would slap a man right on the spot? He didn't deserve such violent response, he was just being a little flirty, that was all. Adelie also couldn't imagine many falling at his feet either, but then again, she couldn't imagine many things. The world really surprised her without end.
"Not at all. If you want me to be honest, I'm not sure what I think of you. I'm not quite sure why anyone would actually want to slap you, since it's not like you're... violating them in any way. Let's have this movie night, and then i'll make up my mind. Friday sounds lovely, by the way." Okay. That was a long thing to say. Adelie decided it was wise to avoid commenting about his last phrase there about going into anyone's pants. Though, it was kind of him to compliment her again. "Thank you," she added after her trail of thought.
Adelie shifted in her seat, and wondered what this boy was full of.
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