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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 28 2009, 05:10:02 PM Post #1 |
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Fresh air. That was definitely what Tinsley needed. She rushed out into the crisp October air, her skin aching to feel the wind, her face desperate to feel anything other than the feeling of sweat. Ripping off her robes, Tinsley stuffed them into her purse, which was dangling from her arm. She kept walking a familiar path, her feet taking her to places that her mind didn't yet recognize. Her feet knew where she felt safe even if Tinsley didn't. Once at the edge of the lake, Tinsley dropped her purse nearby and slipped off her ballet flats. She unrolled her stockings gently and stuffed them inside one of her shoes, setting them neatly beside her bag. Straightening her back, standing in the grass barefoot, Tinsley shivered as a cold gust of wind whipped past her, lifting up her skirt and sending her hair flying haphazardly around her face. Wisps of hair blew like razorblades until the wind settled. In its wake was peace. Silent, calm, precious ... peace. Tinsley inhaled deeply, and exhaled. Peace. Fresh air. Calm. Peace. Stepping forward on the edge of the lake, Tinsley dipped one of her gracefully arched, pale feet onto the shore. She wiggled her green toenails and watched as the water distorted the image slightly. A small fish darted back and forth in the water, and then vanished. Tinsley kicked up her foot and watched water droplets fall like raindrops from a crowd, small crystals glittering in the sudden sparkling sun as clouds moved away from it. The warmth radiating from the sun bathed Tinsley, and she closed her violet eyes, lifting her face towards it. She saw orange behind her eyes, where the light was bombarding her eyelids. She sighed. What's going on with me? I'm Tinsley. I'm the Queen. So why am I going through this? I mean...feeling sick. Am I sick? Tinsley splashed the water again, this time harder. Water droplets splashed against her thighs. Maybe I really am sick. Or maybe it's just stress. It must be. You know, with O.W.L.'s...and detention... Ugh. Tinsley had forgotten about Banni's detention. Making a mental note to go talk to him and beg to have the night off because of the holiday, knowing Bannishtar would likely pity her just a bit, Tinsley thought about going swimming. She was an excellent swimmer - and Tinsley was very rarely excellent at anything. Wasn't it the truth. "Heart, we will forget him," recited Tinsley from memory. "You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light." Emily Dickinson poetry was all Tinsley's mother had kept in her childhood bookcase. One night, Tinsley had read the words, feeling their meaning not only on the page, but in her heart as well. Tinsley wasn't very smart. But it didn't take logical, conventional knowledge to understand poetry. It never does. "When you have done, pray tell me, that I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you're lagging..." Tinsley's voice faded away softly. Her mother had always been so, so fond of poems. Every night, Cora Carmicheal would recite poems to Tinsley before bed. Bedtime stories were for other children. Tinsley was read the works of legends. And for every little occasion, Cora Carmicheal would find a poem to fit the moment exactly, without even faltering. These things just came naturally to her, and Tinsley always wished they had come naturally to her as well. Tinsley concluded, "...I may remember him." Kicking her legs up again, she watched the water ripple around her body and turned her face towards the sun. The panic inside of her subsided. And, finally, nothing could break the peace ... Well. Almost nothing. |
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| Diva Sanguini | May 28 2009, 08:41:38 PM Post #2 |
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Diva tugged at her orange halloween-themed ribbon, allowing her hair to fall around her. Of course, her whole outfit was orange and black except for her robes, which came in handy when she wanted to go outside. Her hair was completely in her face. Anyone would've made the mistake of calling her a banshee at a first glance. Diva trudged out onto the school grounds. It was only Halloween and she was already feeling drained. She hated having to keep her guard up all the time, especially since everything always felt it was closing in on her like a large pile of books. She kept trying to push it away, but made more of them fall on her in the process. And aside from exaustion, she felt homesick. Not for London, but more for Romania. She hadn't seen her father in what felt like years. It had been two, hadn't it? Her thoughts slothed on. She couldn't be bothered to give a damn when there was nobody around to nag about it to. She looked up from the ground; "...I may remember him." She barely registered Tinsley's presence when her brain suddenly switched into high gear defensive mode. |
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| Sawyer West | May 29 2009, 12:07:32 AM Post #3 |
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Sawyer hurried down the hallways of the castle, her leather boots making almost no noise as they scurried along the stone. If I were Tinsley, where would I be? She kept asking herself, racking her brain for something that might give her a clue as to where the Queen Bee herself might be when all she wanted was to be alone. A memory flashed into her head, her first stand off with Tinsley when she returned - the look on her face when she realized that Sawyer West was in fact, still alive and kicking. Well, not literally kicking, but alive at the very least. Remembering where they had had their first heart to heart - as if either of them really had one - Sawyer hurried down flights of stairs, her robes billowing behind her. Pushing open the heavy castle doors, cold air slapped Sawyer in the face as she stepped outside, onto the grounds. Stopping in the doorway, adjusting to the sunlight, she surveyed the grounds carefully - noting Diva in all her glory. Her eyes froze and narrowed, a part of her wanted to confront her housemate but Sawyer regrouped, she had bigger fish to fry. Spotting Tinsley near the lake, Sawyer slowly walked down the sloping lawns, lighting a cigarette as she walked. "Carmicheal!" She called, inhaling her cigarette as she neared the girl, trending carefully - Tinsley looked a wreck when she had left Charms and Sawyer was sure it wasn't an illness that was bothering her. Sawyer stopped near Tinsley's bag, resisting the urge to pick it up and chuck it into the lake for the Giant Squid. She exhaled smoke, and then took another pull - preparing herself. "Hey," She said in a softer, controlled tone. Her facial expression was concerned but the only emotion she felt (aside from hatred) was curiosity. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 29 2009, 02:24:26 PM Post #4 |
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There is something about being so submerged in your own world that eventually erodes at a person. There is only so long you can stand reality without falling back on fantasy as a crutch to detract from the mundane, from the .. hurt. But what was reality, and what was fantasy anymore? Tinsley could turn teapots into honey bees and make foreheads sparkle and glisten brightly. What was reality? Was reality the cold feeling of the icy lake water against her pale skin, the orange of reflecting sunlight caressing her face, or the was reality the thoughts sweeping through Tinsley's otherwise empty mind like wildfire? Tinsley's lips trembled. She was abysmal. Abysmal at everything she tried, less than perfect in every aspect, and yet she was still obligated to exude confidence, emanate a healthy glow and depend solely on the fact that people thought her to be perfect to be known for something. What if she could be known as something else? With her eyes still closed tightly, Tinsley brought her skirt a bit higher up on her thigh. She bent down on her knees and exhaled a deep sigh as the bottom of the lake scraped roughly against the soft skin of her stark knees. She cupped water in her hands, opening her eyes only to watch the water drain from her hands. She did so again. Repeating and repeating the action, she saw the water droplets trickle from in between her small fingers. Tinsley sighed again, leaning back and sitting on the back of her feet as her skirt and torso became wet with the shallow edge of the lake. "Carmicheal!" Tinsley blinked and did not say a word. Where she was, she was safe - safe, warm, happy .. in her sordid thoughts of solidarity and poetry, no one could touch her. "Hey," came the voice. It was oh, so familiar, but familiar in the dreadful way. It was familiar in a way that inspired panic in Tinsley's heart. She knew that voice too well...too, too well. "Hello, Sawyer," said Tinsley, without turning around. Now lifting up her face, she could see Diva not too far away, yet not close enough to particularly overhear their conversation .. unless she was superhuman, or something silly. Tinsley sniffed the air. It smelled of cigarettes. It reminded Tinsley of Emma Gray's mother. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be in class like everyone else?" snorted Tinsley mirthlessly. |
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| Sawyer West | May 29 2009, 02:43:09 PM Post #5 |
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Taking another puff from her cigarette, Sawyer tilted her head to the side - watching Tinsley cautiously. No matter how many hours she spent with her, Sawyer always felt blindsided when Tinsley acted...well, like a human. Tinsley was by definition, a cold, heartless witch - but was she? The anger and hatred bottled up inside of Sawyer began to ebb away, slowly at first and then fast and fast as she continued to watch the girl who had made her life literally hell. What was happening? Sawyer asked herself, but what wasn't happening,? - now that was the question she should have been asking. "You forget, I'm not like everybody else..." Sawyer shot back smoothly, inhaling her cigarette and then exhaling in into the breeze. Wasn't that an understatement, she thought, flicking her cigarette so that it flew from her pale fingers, landing, lost amongst the pebbles. Removing her robes and folding them, Sawyer placed them onto the grass. Running her hand through her hair and glancing around, she sat upon them, folding her arms around her knees. "So, what's your excuse?" Sawyer asked, eyeing Tinsley knowingly. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 29 2009, 02:57:05 PM Post #6 |
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The inevitable question. Oh, "...the tangled webs we weave." Splashing water onto face, Tinsley patted her cheeks gently with the cold water, feeling refreshed and still inexplicably like she had something to hide. Turning her body so she could finally speak to Sawyer face to face, Tinsley said quite simply - with not a trace of remorse in her voice, sadness in her voice, or hesitation at all - "In order to be queen, you have to be cool." Her sly smile reappeared as it always did, like the moment just as clouds move away from the glowing sun. "Calm, cool, and collected. You seem to also forget, Sawyer. I'm not like everyone else, either." Tinsley looked at the sky. There, a little bit of blue was beginning to show between the clouds. In the distance, Tinsley could smell rain mingling with the scent of Sawyer's lingering cloud of cigarette smoke. Tinsley's stomach grumbled noisily. "In addition to being cool," spoke Tinsley reverently, as though reciting words from a book she'd read and kept in memory, "You need to keep a secret. Everyone's got secrets, Sawyer. Don't you?" Tinsley stood up from the water and stepped onto the grass again, drops of water running down her legs. She shivered as a breeze blew past her. "Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead," smirked Tinsley. She blinked twice. "...but you lived. Such a pity." Tinsley's eyes were gleaming strangely. What was going on? |
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| Sawyer West | May 29 2009, 08:04:13 PM Post #7 |
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Sawyer narrowed her eyes, staying cool, calm and collected rather than lunge at the girl who sat so high upon her throne - her throne of lies. She was amazingly self-assured for someone who was so effed up. "Secrets never stay secrets," She informed Tinsley, a smile playing at the uppers of her lips. "And the past, well...it never stays in the past for long, does it?" Sawyer said, attempting to keep the condescending tone from her voice. She was determined not to fight with Tinsley, after all the purpose of frenemies was to be enemies and friends, and not just enemies...right? Rubbing her collarbone gently as Tinsley spoke of her survival, Sawyer smiled as if remembering a pleasant time. "Yes. I did live," She assured her, averting her eyes and casting a thoughtful look at the Durmstrang's massive ship. Tinsley made it seem like she would have preferred it if Sawyer had died...but would she really want to have that on her conscious for the rest of her life? Tinsley's guilty conscious was probably nonexistant, she had probably ignored it so much it became an irrecognizable hum in the back of her head. "Oh the tangled webs we weave, when first we learn to decieve?" She finished Tinsley's opening sentence slowly, her eyes glancing back at the Queen Bee, her grey eyes void of any emotion. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 29 2009, 10:45:35 PM Post #8 |
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"That's the thing," shrugged Tinsley. "Things can stay in the past for as long as you're always on your A game. But even I - yes, even I - can't keep this face on every single second of every single minute of every single day." Tinsley scrunched up her toes against the grass beneath her feet. There was still a curious, devious sort of smile playing at Tinsley's lips, and a slightly hysterical underlying hint to Tinsley's tone, which she was trying extremely hard to keep level. "So, yes, essentially all skeletons come tumbling out of the closet. The question is, when? You see, for me, my defining moment was when I saw your face as lively as ever. Dead and gone? Apparently dead is just a state of mind." Tinsley began to chew on her bottom lip. "So, essentially .. when will everything else come out?" Tinsley walked over to Sawyer and sat in front of her, sitting Indian style. "There's a lot left unsaid." Like between Hell boy and I. Tinsley's stomach churned. Edited by Tinsley Carmicheal, May 29 2009, 10:46:24 PM.
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| Sawyer West | May 29 2009, 11:05:54 PM Post #9 |
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Sawyer listened intently, soaking in the human side of Tinsley. The side that still felt love, and hate, and fear and hurt. Sawyer spent most of her time describing Tinsley as a bitter, jealous, attention-seeking, manipulative girl - it was a shock to realize that that wasn't all she was about. Sure, she was bitter and jealous, attention-seeking and manipulative, to say the least - but she was also a teenage girl, a teenage girl who still wished she was a kid, who missed the way it used to be. A teenage girl who felt like she was alone in the world, with nobody to turn to, nobody to take her side. Sawyer's thougths chased each other across her head, they weren't as different as she had assumed, her and Tinsley. In fact, they were more alike than anyone would ever realize. They were both egotistical peas in a narcissistic pod. But they were also teenage girls, who thought that everything was the end of the world. "Everything is bound to come out, sooner or later. You know that. But the question remains, where will you stand when the truth does find you - when all the hurt and all the lies finally catch up to you. Will you be able to handle the consequences of your actions? Or will you be running scared, consumed by fear and darkness?" Sawyer spoke, her eyes full of sorrow as she looked at Tinsley. Her voice was thoughtful and not in the least bit accusatory. Which confused her, shouldn't she be trying to break Tinsley and not comfort her? "You know," Sawyer began with a shrug of her shoulders, "You don't have to be what others expect you to be." |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 29 2009, 11:26:25 PM Post #10 |
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"You wouldn't be the first person to tell me that," mumbled Tinsley bitterly. The phrase was so over-used, it was beginning to drain Tinsley of the little energy she had left. In fact, the thought that perhaps people were telling her this because they thought her to be weak was less than infuriating for Tinsley. Clenching her jaw, Tinsley didn't speak - just thought. And when she spoke, she seemed to be definitely determined to get something off her chest: so desperate, it seemed, to release it to someone other than herself and Jocelyn. So desperate, it now seemed apparent, to make sense of the destruction her heart and lust had left in its path. "Sawyer," said Tinsley, just after pausing hesitantly, "I've been seeing Hellius for .. quite a while now." Tinsley's eyes glazed over, her stomach still churning violently. All peace had gone when Sawyer came. It vanished, evaporated - and while Tinsley seemed to be desperately grabbing for any bit of peace she could find, Sawyer seemed to have stolen it all. "I really do like him," she explained carefully. "It's just .. you know. His girlfriend." Tinsley, unbeknown to her, began to rip fistfuls of grass from the ground with her sharpened nails. She tug her fingers into the earth and brought out great clumps of it, feeling the moist sand in her palm, but not really. "Emmeline Brookelle Gray. That stupid -" Tinsley broke off midsentence. "And now we are to deal with the messes we've made," Tinsley's voice filled with longing. "And it's only a matter of time before someone else finds out. It's only .. a matter of time before the secret's out." Tins paused. "What is even funnier is that part of me wants it to come out," whispered Tinsley. "I'll teach that blonde bitch a lesson." Still, a slight feeling of guilt lingered in the back of Tinsley's mind. Her stomach flopped, churning dangerously like rough waters caught in a violent windstorm. Tins' shrugged her shoulders. "And that's not even why I left class. But we can talk about that some other time. Preferably never." |
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Ian, also, didn't bother with class, sneaking out when Peckle wasn't looking to the front lawn. Obviously he wasn't the first. The old man really should keep his eyes peeled. Ian decided to give Sawer and Tinsley a wide birth as he descended down the path to the lake. Girl talk, Ian supposed. Boys and menstrual cycles. Ian wasn't the least bit interested. He felt the wind on his face, and somewhat missed the feeling of his own hair whipping about in the wind. His ears felt colder without his hair. He settled himself down at the water's edge. He had no interest in going to Charms that day. The subject was useless to him as of right now. What was weak white magic going to do against a dark wizard like Alphonse? Ian wasn't even concerned too much with his OWLs. As far as Ian reckoned, he would be known to the rest of the wizarding world as a murderer before his sixth year. Although it was difficult for Ian to fathom how anyone could morn his step-brother's passing, Alphonse was well respected in certain circles. He'd be a murderer and a traitor to the wizarding world. Deciding that the practice of his own rare talents would be a better expenditure of his time, Ian waved his wand over the lake water, whispering the Elementium Aquae incantation, and practiced making the water do whatever he wanted. He caused a small wirlpool in front of him. He made figures like moving crystal rise from the lake's shining surface and dance around in a circle. He raised large orbs of water several feet into the air, and caused them to come crashing down into the black lake below, creating waves that lapped at the shore, soaking Ian's pants. He jumped "Aw, god damn," he said. He tugged at his soaked breeches. |
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| Sawyer West | May 30 2009, 01:18:20 AM Post #12 |
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Sawyer's eyebrows threatened to disappear as she listened to Tinsley's confessions. Although, her situation with Hellius was hardly a cause to fall apart, Sawyer could understand where she was coming from. Tinsley was simply too emotional - rather than controlling her emotions, her emotions controlled her. This was her tragic flaw, in stinging everybody else, she killed herself. The Queen bee was starting to seem more like a bumble bee, to Sawyer. Her hand jumped to her hair as a breeze whooshed past, sending it flying. Once the wind calmed, she ran her fingers through the dirty blonde mess repeatedly. "Since when did you care if someone was taken or not?" She finally uttered, cocking her right eyebrow. She noticed Ian, and his new shorter hair, he was on the opposite shore, playing with the water, just as Tinsley had been doing moments before Sawyer's arrival. Her stare lingered on him for a few moments before turning back to Tinsley. "Besides, I thought the Queen Bee was impenetrable when it came to rumors. I thought you adored holding people's attention..." Sawyer said, rolling her eyes at the absurd direction this conversation had gone. Sawyer had an argument already planned out in her head - the course they were now taking was unfamiliar and neither of them had a roadmap. "Aren't you sick of it?" She said in disgust, throwing Tinsley a puzzled face, "Do you think anybody is going to care how known and how 'feared' you were during fifth year?" Sawyer continued, her nose wrinkling. "In the real world, nobody cares who you are or where you came from. Its survival of the fittest baby - you of all people should understand that." |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | May 30 2009, 01:33:49 AM Post #13 |
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ooc | hng, Sawyer should be like, "Emz, you're boyfranz a slut, k byez." Tinsley stood up from the ground. Tinsley was over it. OVER IT. She wasn't going to sit and talk about her life or hear about how she didn't matter for one second longer. Because people could act indignant all they wanted - they did care, they had to care. Social Darwinism. Survival of the fittest. Tinsley was going to use the bodies she stepped on as a ladder to the top and if everyone seemed to think that was shallow or an indication she was losing her marbles, well...she kind of was, anyway. Towering over Sawyer, Tinsley snapped, "Damn straight I understand that. Go practice what you preach." Matching Sawyer's look of disgust with one of her own, she moved to the edge of the lake once more after roughly grabbing her things that sat beside Sawyer. "And one more thing, West? You take that f*cking secret to the grave with you. And that time, don't come back." Tinsley huffed, her cheeks flushed with anger and frustration. Who did Sawyer think she was? Bursting at the seems with an anger that Tinsley couldn't keep within her, she began to stride towards a boy she did not recognize. Tinsley was going to find comfort in a stranger. It wouldn't be the first time. After all, this mystery boy looked quite cute from far away. He looked vaguely familiar...Tinsley shrugged. Faking a smile, Tinsley stopped dead in her tracks when she became closer to the boy. "IAN WHAT HAPPENED YOUR HEAD?!" she screamed, her eyes bulging out of her head. She looked panicked. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" Striding briskly to him, she looked up at him and blinked several times disbelievingly. "This - you - what on earth possessed you to chop off your hair?! NOW YOU'LL NEVER STAND A CHANCE WITH THE BEAUXBATONS GIRLS! I'm just looking out for you, man." Tinsley bit her lip, she lifted her chin and blinked up at Ian. She had never realized how short she felt in comparison to him. "Well..." shrugged Tinsley, stepping on her tip toes to try and fix and muss with his hair, "It could be worse...you could be bald..." |
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| Diva Sanguini | Jun 1 2009, 09:31:11 AM Post #14 |
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Diva was becoming thoroughly bored with this lot. Typical teenage drama shit. She's read about it plenty of times. Seen it. Been there. Done that. Or however you said it. She listened to their converation, not interested in the least bit. She was at quite a distance from them but could hear them just as well if she were right there. She turned around slowly, knowing the bell would ring soon, but stopped as Tinsley practically screeched. Her head swivelled, exposing an ear, to give Tinsley an accusing glare. "Were you even paying attention? If you really had problem with it, you could use one of those charms we learned in class today!" Diva stomped off, clutching the right side of her head as if an eardrum had been busted, though her ear had turned slightly pink within a minute's time. She cursed under her breath as she made her way off the grounds towards the transfiguration classroom. |
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| Titine Dupont | Jun 1 2009, 02:03:38 PM Post #15 |
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Titine came out of the shadows, snickering. Placing a cold hand on Sawyer's shoulder, she murmured, "Tinsley and Hellius, huh?" Her words held a vindictive tone to them. In her hands was the key. In her hands was the power to destroy...everything. Titine began to giggle. |
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| Emma Gray | Jun 1 2009, 02:18:14 PM Post #16 |
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Feeling slightly optimistic, Emma couldn't help but just feel .. warm. Even with the cold breeze against Emma's skin, a bubble of hope and happiness was quickly forming in the pit of her stomach, inspiring her - inspiring her to smile, to laugh, to whistle along the birds that were chirping incessantly their songs of an autumn. Even the cracking of leaves beneath Emma's ballet flats seemed to create a beat all on their own, the crushing and simultaneous stomping repeating rhythmically as Emma whistled - l'hymne a l'amour, she thought in her head. Nothing could break the serenity, nothing could cause the smile on Emma's face to fade - even the sight of Titine. Emma avoided walking up to her directly, and instead chose to stand as far away from everyone as she possibly could. Emma closed her eyes tightly and, as though it had been there all along, a violet sprouted from the ground, it's petals the most peculiar shade of purplish blue, as though it had been conjured up from not mother nature herself, but from another imagination entirely - Emma felt someone approaching. |
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| Titine Dupont | Jun 1 2009, 02:21:44 PM Post #17 |
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Titine leaned in behind Emma, her thin lips grazing Emma's ear. Her hot breath caressed Emma's face and Emma winced, shying away. Titine only smirked, wrapped her fingers around one of Emma's curls, and tugged, pulling Emma's head back. Emma did nothing to retaliate, only continued to smile in a highly arrogant way, as though she had something Titine would never have. As if. Frustratedly, Titine let go of the curl and stood in front of Emma, towering over her ominously. "You're looking certainly happy," snickered Titine. "Much too happy, actually, considering the grave reality you're living in. I mean, really. What, my dear, do you have to smile about?" Titine through her head back and actually laughed. Laughed in Emma's face. She'd heard Tinsley. She'd seen the look on her face. Tinsley Carmicheal was as easy to read as a book, specifically of the children's variety. And Tinsley Carmicheal? She was going down. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Jun 1 2009, 02:25:18 PM Post #18 |
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"Okay, listen up bi -" Tinsley began to spat, but the oh-so-nice Diva had begun to stalk away. Frustratedly, Tinsley sighed, "She certainly is a charming girl." Watching her walk away, her eyes scanned the others in the area, looking at the edge of the lake. She saw a familiar head of curly hair, and .. well, Tinsley couldn't deny she felt guilty, but of course she would if anyone asked. Guilt, though, was still circulating through her blood. The mere thought of the truth being out caused Tinsley to feel slightly lightheaded. Tinsley hoped Ian didn't notice her sudden change in expression. Wait a second. Why is Titine talking to Emma? Wasn't she .. just talking to Sawyer? It didn't take a brain scientist to figure out what was going on. Tinsley felt the ground beneath her feet fall to pieces. |
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| Emma Gray | Jun 1 2009, 02:29:39 PM Post #19 |
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be fearless; // EM: THE .GIF QUEEN!
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"I have much more to smile about than you do, apparently," smirked Emma, leaning back against the grass. She put her hands beneath her head and stretched out, yawning calmly. Peering up at Titine with bright, shining eyes full of life and not a trace of annoyance (which clearly annoyed Titine), Emma sighed contentedly. "Oh, you want me to explain? Well, it's very simple. You see, I have friends that care for me, grades that are exceptional - oh, you want to challenge me on that? Go ahead. I don't exactly care what you think of me, Titine. I was hoping you'd figure that out." Emma closed her eyes and talked, still smiling. "I've got motivation, and something to strive better for, a boyfriend that loves me -" Titine began to double over, laughing at Emma. "What's so funny, Frenchie?" snapped Emma, her eyes quickly opening. She sat up straight, folding her arms across her chest. "You think me and the love of my life being happy together is funny? Frankly, I just think you're jealous." |
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| Titine Dupont | Jun 1 2009, 02:34:07 PM Post #20 |
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"Jealous? Not quite," snorted Titine, rolling her eyes. The secret was on the tip of her tongue, just aching to be set free. The truth was just dying to spill. But Titine..had a bit more class than that. She'd much rather let Emma ruin her own life...or let Emma be the last to know. After all, suspicion was the cancer of all relationships - everyone knew that. Emmeline Gray was infamous for being as book smart as the next Ravenclaw and as street smart as the next tree stump. Titine snickered. She'd do fine ruining her own life. "You have nothing I want," smirked Titine. "And if you lie just as much as your boyfriend does, then you don't have anything worth wanting." Written across Emma's face momentarily was a question. Her eyebrows furrowed, a frown appearing on her delicate face. Finally! That arrogant smile was gone. "Ask Tinsley," shrugged Titine, turning her back on her cousin. She headed back to the Beauxbatons Carriage. The conversation had ended. The war, however, had just begun. |
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