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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 16, 2007 22:58:01 GMT -5
Life Has Got Possibilites Here Where I Begin So being as she was only at Webber for about three months last year she could never get a real taste of the school. From what she gathered she liked it. She thought if anything it'd be a lot more ... flashy. Being as it would have been a complete waste she didn't live on campus during that time. She was only at Webber because she had been moved up a grade in the middle of the year. She was now just fifteen after this tough summer. If she was going to change years she didn't want to stay where she was already going to school. She did know a teacher here and Webber than suggested the school to her, having seen her skill performed millions of times as she was very close to the family. Her biggest fear over it was money. Her father seemed to like the idea of a challanging school so it didn't come up as big of a problem as she would have thought. Sometimes she still wondered how they even got the money for this school. The last thing Marcellette wanted was to move in and live with girls for a year. It was almost like she seemed to be building up some girl-phobia or something. Then again it wasn't the worst thing in the world, as long as her roommate wasn't those sterotypical dramaclub preps singing Wicked every three minutes like at her old school. That was the last thing she'd be able to stand- she'd go psyco Elphie on their arse in a moment if she had to. That was a lie. She'd never be able to take a swing at someone ever. You'd think growing up surrounded by boys she'd be a little less of a peace maker. She just got so use to being victomized rather than being able to stop their taughts and the hell they brought her over the years. Okay so maybe living with a girl for once would be a good thing. She just her roommate was not a pest, was straight, and not unbaribly attractive or she'd be screwed. This was her subcontious thinking. Otherwise she would have wanted to smack her head over these thoughts about a mile ago. Hitting the side of her left fist lightly to the blue door she ruffled her bangs through her fingers. Her hair was pulled back with a lack of effort that showed, but the pony tail was low yet still tight and then. She was bare of jewelery and only had on thin brown eyeliner. The dark tan under her eyes matched her slightly baggish camouflage pants. They had straps on both sides of both legs on the inside that could come out from under the end of the pants to strap up the sides. Which she definitely needed and wish she had on all her pants. She was already going to be younger than most around her, being so heightly challange didn't help in the slightest.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 16, 2007 23:02:31 GMT -5
Pru sat on her bed, cross-legged, with her guitar in her lap and her notebook open in front of her, working on her unfinished song. It had been in the works for eight months.
At the sound of the knock on the door, she removed the tip of the pen from her mouth and glanced at Caylee. "Expecting anyone?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 17, 2007 3:56:38 GMT -5
Caylee looked up as well, taking the ipod buds out of her ears. "Emmett wouldn't knock," she gave her answer. She got off the bed and to the door. She peered through the peephole and gave her usual greeting. "State your name and business."
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 17, 2007 4:09:36 GMT -5
Fumbling with her key in hand she sighed and wondered if she should just go in. Maybe noone was there. The last thing she wanted to do was walk in on someone or be rude, even if it was here place too now. Being as to why she knocked and played the waiting game. Oh and who every may be in the room now might be fond of the sport, since to Mark it seemed like minutes had already flown by standing there with no welcome back. Not that one was expected. All she wanted to do was come in and unpack. A reasonable request. Though nothing seemed to be moving along. Those moments you hear about, those strange and quiet quirks in time where you don't even know where life is leading to, nore are you thinking about it and you're said to be able to feel the Earth turn under your feet? This was most definitely not one of those moments. Jumping from a disbodied voice she peered around the empty hall. She knew it to be empty. She shouldn't have even had to look. Her hearing wasn't so bad that she didn't automaticly know that it was from within the room. Why she looked around and was so startled was beyond her. "...Uh...Victore. I'm...moving...in...?" she offered as an appropriate answer. Her voice started a bit thick but by the end of her sentence she was practicly a squeak.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 17, 2007 4:12:23 GMT -5
"......Oh," she looked at Prudence. "Now that would explain the pullout bed in the closet." she opened the door to let the new roommate in. "Hi. I'm Caylee."
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 17, 2007 4:18:14 GMT -5
"Phew..." she sighed in relief as the door was opened infront of her and she was finally greeted. She needed the rest especially. And not at all talking about her lack of sleep the past few weeks but more around the struggle of carrying around her baggage, her personal bag, full cello case, as well as violin. A nice sit after the long travel to this final and not so lovely ending point would be grand. Not to mislead, it was nice. It was fine. She expected nothing more. Maybe even less was what she had thought up originally. Though once you were finally here all previous thoughts excape you. Like you never even had them. It's over come by the actually reality of it tapping at the tip of your nose at that very moment. This very moment, rather. "Marcellette." she bowed, not able to offer a hand or foot or anything but a nod. She seemed to be a bit rushed like she was hurried over something. Though she was here. The walk was over, thankful. She definitely needed to calm down a bit. So this was her. The girl she'd be staying with. She didn't seem to remind her of anyone from her old school. This was very very veryvery good.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 18, 2007 0:30:50 GMT -5
"Hi," Prudence gave a little wave. She put her guitar on her bed and went over to the new girl. "I'm Prudence. And please, forgive Caylee for her brusque nature. She means no harm. Need any help with your stuff?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 0:41:23 GMT -5
"Just because you freaked out when I greeted you like that doesn't mean everyone does," she bantered back. Caylee went to the closet and pulled open the doors. There was a fold up bed, like the ones she saw in movies when she was little. They'd jump onto the bed and then it'd fold up. Good times. She pulled it down, locking it in.
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 18, 2007 1:00:30 GMT -5
"Oh...um. Heh- hi." She hadn't even seen the other girl there. Two roommates. Two female, friendly, pretty roommates. This was going to be fun. End sarcasm here. She just had to keep her head above water. This would be an adjustment, but possibly a positive one. Maybe it would be a way for her to make a little bit of change. A much needed change, it'd be helpful, to actually be able to have friends who were girls for maybe once since kindergarden. A pull out. Wow. "Maybe...I have the wrong-..." looking back down at the number she'd written on the inside of her wrist. Nope. This was home. She was just surprised that there were only two beds. Well technical three, maybe. If you can really count that one in with the others. She wasn't one to complain out loud about something like that. What could be done anyway, there was no point. She side and then smiled slightly looking back and forth between the girls. "Thank you, I think I've got it." she told her every so already proving to be thoughtful roommate. She just hoped she really was as nice once they all got to know eachother. And they would have to get to know eachother. Very well. Considering they were practicly living together at this point. They were living together. This would be an experiance. Pulling the wheels of her cello case over the small bump that was the transition from hall to room, she set her shoulder back aside.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 18, 2007 22:33:15 GMT -5
"I didn't know there were going to be three of us in this room," Pru said as she watched Marcellette pull all her belongings in with her - a lot more than she had had when she moved in. "That's odd, isn't it, Caylee?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 22:37:11 GMT -5
"Odd, peculiar, weird. All correct," she shrugged. "But I'm not making any objections. I'm always up for meeting new peoples."
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 18, 2007 22:41:39 GMT -5
She brought her cased cello in the corner, with some effort, and then put her violin under her 'bed'. Those were most of her things, just that giant black thing she'd been tugging along, the smaller version by hand and then her shoulder bag. She'd packed rather lightly, and most of her clothes seemed to squeeze up nicely in her bag. Besides she figured she'd want to maybe go clothes shopping later. She wasn't a fan of clothes shopping, or really most kinds of shopping, but it was better than packing up her whole closet in her opinion. "Well I'm sorry to say I'm just...one...person." he joked back to Caylee, though with not much of a smile.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 18, 2007 22:43:21 GMT -5
"You play?" she nodded towards the instrument cases. "Violin and Cello? Always wanted to learn. But I couldn't stand singing lessons, rehearsals, and violin."
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Post by Marcellette Victore on Nov 18, 2007 22:47:31 GMT -5
"Oh-oh! These? No, no, no." she shook her head, the loose shorter hair strands flying about as she did. Marcellette sat her bag at the foot of the pull out and stood straight, then stretching her back and arms in the air. A well needed stretch. It was a bit of a long walk really, and the awkward feel in the back of hers shoulders has been getting to here for the last while of the strole to the room. "I just like to carry them around, you know, to pretend I actually have a creative bone inside me."
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Nov 18, 2007 22:52:46 GMT -5
Prudence laughed. "Yeah, I say the same thing about my guitar. But you! You play two instruments, and those aren't easy, either! You must really have talent."
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