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 Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:26 pm
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She was beautiful, won awards, and was coveted by many. Then she grew up. Though her age diminished her beauty, it did not fade to nothing; the girl married, though it was a loveless contract built to suit mutual needs. Her new husband moved her to a new country to start a new life. After ten years of marriage, they produced five children - all female. They were born every two years. On the day the last was to be born, a fatal car crash took the life of the husband when he was on his way to the hospital. The wife went through childbirth alone, her children (Cécile, age 8, Émilie, age 6, Madeleine, age 4, and Adrienne, age 2) were taken care of by the hospital staff during her labor. The newest child was named Noémi.
A week after he death of her husband, the wife received a telephone call; her husband's lawyer, asking her to bring herself and her daughters in for the reading of the will. The next day, she arrived, children in tow, at the man's office. The will was read; the wife had been left very little, barely enough to get by. Each daughter had been left a large inheritance that was to be given to them when on each of their twenty-third birthdays.
The mother said nothing to her daughters; she gained employment, and worked very hard to obtain a decent living, where she could provide for her family. She worked two jobs, one as a hostess in a high-class bar, and the other as a nanny for a near-by rich family of eight. She took care of the five sons for three hours, from the time they arrived home from school, to the time their parents arrived home. She rarely saw her daughters.
Then tradgedy hit the family the mother worked for; the wife developed cancer, and over the course of three years, she sickened and died. The mother was then employed further, as a live-in housekeeper, but her children were not to live in the house with her; there were already five boys running under-foot, how could she handle them in addition to her own five girls?
The eldest daughter took care of the family. She attended high-school, put herself through the first few years of college, and on her twenty-third birthday, received the news; her mother was going to marry her employer, and her and her sisters were to move into the home they would now share.
All the daughters, ages 23, 21, 19, 17, and 15, moved into the house. It was not a warm welcome. The boys inhabiting the house did not want their space invaded by a pack of girls, although it would hardly have been an 'invation' - the boys would live in the west wing, while the girls would live in the east.
Upon their meeting, there were instant sparks. They rubbed each other the wrong way. The boys, Markus, age 24, Alyekzander, age 22, Domanik, age 20, Maksim, age 18, and Niklos, age 16, each clashed with their female counterparts who were, strangely enough, exactly one year younger than them; an oddity they all found quite displeasing.
Well, my dears, I have started the tale. There are twists and turns, arguing andanger, fights and, best of all, a friction between our cast that is known as the tension of sttraction between members of the opposite sex.
Oi. Basically, this is a romance Rp, where mummy-dearest marries uber-rich man, and the five daughters move into his house. Surprise, surprise; there are five boys, his sons, living there as well. They don't get along, but they find the other uniquely attractive, even though the guys view the girls as shabby peasants, and the girls view the guys as snobby, smug, aristocratic bastards.
Have fun <3
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:39 pm
The Gerásimov Boys- Markus (Mark), 24 -
Love my Piano
And my Guitar
Smorgasmorgan
Music is life in my book. From an early age I was trained on the piano and violin. Learned from the feet of the masters: Handel, Vivaldi, Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven. When I entered high school, I discovered new teachers: John Lennon, Charles Mingus, Benny Goodman, Jimmy Page, Carlos Santanna, Dizzy Gilespie, Jimi Hendrix, the list goes on. I mastered the guitar; acoustic, electric and bass, and took voice lessons.
Music is what helped me through my mother's death, and what continues to help me deal with the step-mother and her spawn. Okay, so they aren't -that- bad, but still...The step-mother, no matter how nice, will never be 'mom' to me. Her daughters are cute, if a little strange. Cecilia in particular is...well, I'm getting used to her. And her voice is amazing.
Anyway, the role I play in my family? Simple, I'm the rebel. You might think that it would be up to the youngest to be the one who has to assert his independence, but it's me. I think my father got the message after the third tattoo. Not that I'm irresponsible about the way I rebel. I've never gotten in serious trouble, since that's not what motivates me to rebel. It's just, I want to be different, to stand out. With four younger brothers I have to make sure I'm not forgotten, you know.
- Alyekzander (Alexander), 22 -
Tameka // Dae Dae
I have a passing interest in literature, music and the arts but do not dedicate my entire focus to any of those things. I prefer to keep my tastes and interests fluid, experiencing new flavors of life when they present themselves to my palate. But I have betrayed myself and the one interest which is varied enough to never grow dull and tasteless on my tongue. I have a passion for cooking, a pressing desire to create new and exciting oral sensations. Success or failure, I never tire of experimenting with texture, color and flavor. However I wish to create alone, without interference. The staff well understand that, implicitly without my badgering them, but I suppose I can not expect such courtesies from these interlopers. This... woman who has replaced my mother in my father's bed, perhaps even in his heart, and her gaggle of wide eyed daughters.
I cannot say that I am pleased with their presence in my home. Out of respect for my father's wishes I will, of course, act with decorum. It cannot be helped that he still needs to sate certain desires after mother's death. Though why he could not at least dally with some childless woman rather than marry our nanny of all things... But I digress. There is no point to complaining now; what could possibly come of it? An end to this frivolous marriage is not worth the headache of a scandalous divorce. I suppose the little peasant hens are not entirely unbearable. Emilie might even pass for pretty if she would not scowl at me so. As if it were I invading her home!
I am no troglodyte bearing down upon her and her siblings. I hardly speak to them, or anyone, more than is necessary for the sake of civility. My most valued asset is my solitude and I would prefer to stand alone in the kitchen for an hour than to sit and converse among a crowd for ten minutes. I often have labels attached to me; it seems everyone has a deep seated need to explain my borderline anti-social behavior with a trendy little catch-phrase. I cannot be bothered to waste the energy to correct these assumptions. Once everyone has their smug little box all cut and folded for me, at least they finally leave me alone.
- Domanik (Dominic), 20 -
Smorgasmorgan
I don't like you.
Like most people, you're probably thinking, 'How can you say that? You don't even know me.'
Exactly. I don't know you. Therefore, I can't possibly like you. Hell, I've lived with my brothers for two decades, and I'm not exactly budy-buddy with them. I sit alone, as reclusive as Alyk, but not nearly so friendly. I will let you know the depths of my disdain for you, and if you come too close, I may just have to open my mouth and tell you what an awful person you are. I'm not concerned with being polite. I have other virtues too. For example:
*I'm also smarter than you.
*And better looking.
As for my hobbies, well, reading's a big one. The computer, too, claims my interest. However, my biggest passion is film-making. Someday, I will be a huge director, and the whole world will be forced to deal with my brilliance.
I'm sure by now, the others have filled you in on the backstory. It's simple, my mom died, and my father married my nanny for crying out loud. Like he wasn't an eligible enough bachelor to get a better woman than her. And now her brood has come to despoil my home.
- Maksim (Max), 18 -
Elesariin
You will call me Max, or you will die. It's really that simple. I like skateboarding, basketball, science (and by science I mean blowing things up), and, secretly, photography. My brother's and the staff all think that my enormous walk-in closet is just too messy to enter, but I've turned it into a dark room. Again, mention and die. I don't like my father, and haven't since my mother's death. I mean, I know that something like that can change a person, but still. I've been buying time until I became an adult and could move out, but now that I have actually reached the magic age, it's become very clear that moving out is not an option. When I brought it up, my father threatened to disinherit me; I guess I'm stuck here until I can figure something else out, but I try to spend as little time at home as possible. I've got awesome friends and will very possibly be going out with the captain of the cheerleading squad sometime in the near future. Really, who would want to be at home even without the little domestic disaster?
I don't mind the new step mom, not really. She took care of me from such an early age, it's almost like she's always been my mother; now she just has the official title. I barely even remember my real mother. Plus, the new one's honestly an amazingly nice lady. It's the stepsisters I can't stand. Before they moved in, I hated how no one ever challenged the status quo. Everything and everyone was quiet and orderly except for me, and I was always the one in trouble for trying to add a little spice. What, I ask you, is wrong with skateboarding in the West Wing? The floors are perfect.
You'd think that I'd enjoy having them here, because they certainly mix things up, but I hate it. I had a role, albeit one that wasn't particularly fun to fill, but a roll just the same. They've taken that away; I haven't been yelled at in weeks. Plus, they're just weird girls. They all sort of run together in my head, but I know at least one of them seems to have turned being loud into an Olympic sport. Anyway, I've been attempting to channel the spirit of my older brother 'Lord Alex'. Hopefully that will make them avoid me the way I avoid him.
- Niklos (Nicholas), 16 -
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Username:: Brooke Lowingrad
Hello...Great it seems Im talking to myself again. Anyway..Im Niklos Gerásimov. Nice to meet you..? I am fresh out of a boarding school; sent there weeks after my mom's death because I was out of school more than in it. It seems my "dear" father took on some house guests while I was away. He married the Keeper. Haha.
I dont really talk alot; I tend to keep to myself and draw. Art is my passion. Thats why before I was gone, the walls were painted in what my father calls "Mindless acts of insanity" as you can probley already tell, Me and the parental unit...excuse me, units dont get along that well.
My hobbies include skipping school, soon to be playing tricks on that random pack of female idiots who took over our house. I havent met them yet; but I have no doubt in my mind they are horrible. Other hobbies; My older brother forced me to learn piano..But I prefer the guitar. My favorite bands are Escape the Fate and Bullet For my Valentine.
My personality; I am polite but I can be really mean. I am a trickster. I laugh when people fall over. I dont fall into the whole rich and smug guy ritual. It is so played out.
Likes:: I like music and hanging out with my friends. I tend to stay away from my house; My brothers drive me insane.
Dislikes:: Mean rich people and snobby poor people hahah.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:41 pm
The Beauvais Girls- Cécile (Cecelia), 23 -
Chicka Chicka Yeahh;; Fake ID Fake ID
x--X--Star-Ferns--X--x
What about Cecelia? Well, she's well-mannered and quiet. Not. I'm everything but that. Well, at least now I will be. Before when mother-dear was away, I had to step up and take care of the family, but now, well, I'm not so sure I like living with men. I mean, they're always so wierd. It's different when you meet a guy on the street, but living with guys who are supposed to be your step-brothers!? Madness. Anyways, they'll make good targets for some pranking. Even though around mother I must be respectful, doesn't matter how I act when she is not around.
Back to what I'm like. Well, you could call me a liar, but it's such a negative word. I prefer con-artist, or trickster. They make me seem more fun, don't you think? At first I'll come off as the perfect daughter, then BAM!
I dislike anything to do with classical things, such as galas or ballroom dancing. I'm a break-dancer myself, but I guess that'll only show when I feel like showing you.
Being in college isn't a drag. I study drama, as I want to be an actress some day. I make some money signing at a local club, and a little more from working at the coffee shop with my sister, Emily.
What? You wanna know more about me? Go to www.forget.it.com, loser. A girl has to have her secrets. The only other thing I'll tell you is when you have my trust, I'm responisble and loyal. Otherwise, watch your back.
- Émilie (Emily), 21 -
(Just a note: It's the right-hand picture. Emily would never be caught dead wearing a bathing suit like that.)
LunaZol
I am the slim, quiet, oft-unnoticed shadow of the family. Every family over a certain size has to have one. My sisters and I are all pretty girls, thanks to the stunning genetics of our mother, but I’ve always been more comfortable absorbed in my own thoughts or a good book. The rest of them are veritable hurricanes of interesting hobbies and absorbing personalities; faced with this someone has to be noticed last, and the logical choice is me. I honestly don’t mind in the least, never have, and probably never will. I’m supremely content in my role as the sole introvert, as it leaves me more time to pursue those things I value most, though not as much as I would like; like my elder sister, I’m not only working to support the family (part time at a used bookstore/ coffee shop), I’m also trying to get through collage. This year I’ll hopefully be completing my undergraduate English degree, and next year I would like to go to Oxford, which may actually be financially feasible now.
In my coveted but rare unclaimed time, I enjoy reading, anything really; I adore trying new types of books the way most people enjoy sampling new cuisine. I also love to write, and am currently finishing my second novel while trying to get the first one published. Sadly, this is a time consuming pastime and I’ve spent very little time at it in recent months. Contrasts fascinate me, as do inconsistencies and puzzles of every type. Exploring new environment is also extremely diverting; nothing makes me happier than to discover some secret place that has the feel of long, unbroken peace in its bones. I’m just as happy outdoors as in, and can often be found out reading in a patch of sunlight (I generally write indoors, as I don’t want my laptop damaged).
My sisters and I may not have much in common personality-wise, but I do love my family. We have been through a lot to keep the group together; Cecelia especially sacrificed most of her childhood being our surrogate mother. When I heard about Mother's decision, I was a little incredulous, but not unhappy; she certainly had the right to happiness, and my sisters and I would finally get our mother back, along with some semblance of normal lives. Then I saw the eyes. Five cold pairs of eyes examined us, eyes that appraised and found little more than scum on their perfect tile floors. I have never been more angry in my life. After everything we’ve been through, how dare they judge us?
Why does it matter? I don’t need their approval in any case. This house itself is amazing, and is worth any number of ill-informed judgments.
- Madeleine (Madeline), 19 -
Meganargetlam
I love reading. Is that it you say? No, it isn't. I play guitar! Yeah, pretty bland. So I'm going to say more... well, you already know what's happening to me, so I don't need to give you anything about my past. I hate idiots. I hate dumbasses. And I hate smart asses... okay, I can be one sometimes, but I hate smartasses who aren't me.
Anyways, yes, I'm going to college WOOT! I'm planning on going to Harvard Law School afterwards. I was GOING to apply for financial aid... but since Daddy Dearest is here... I can't. They won't let me get it. So, I'm going to push my way through, and hopefully get my scholarship.
Why law? Because I like facts. I can suck them in, chew 'em up, and spit 'em out. Facts are the best things to know. I don't need to know my feelings, I keep them in check constantly. They'll only get in the way of trials later on. Someday I'll be a great lawyer, and be able to buy my mom a good house. Better than this one anyways. Even if I have to build it myself I'll get her out of there. I promised myself that.
I have a vlog! I tell people my problems... and get angry about stuff. Its a great way to vent, and if I go back and watch them, I can figure out what went wrong... and fix it. The only thing that this hasn't worked for is my mother's marriage.
- Adrienne (Adrian), 17 -
Hello, Beautiful <3
nEOROTIC_nARCOTik
Here's a bit about me;;
I like having my picture taken, 2D animation, antiques, and jewelry. Also rain, thunder, nature, that kind of stuff.
I've got a bit of a crush on Maksim Gerásimov, but no one needs to know that, 'cause he seems like a stuck up, pompous, lordly little jerk who thinks he can have whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. He's mean-spirited and he always acts nasty, at least, he always acts nasty whenever I'm around. I've noticed he's not an a*****e around the cheerleaders at school... but that's not something people need to know. This is just between me and you, okay? If anyone ever found out I think he's cute, well, I'd just have to go stick something sharp and pointy through my eye.
I like music, but I'm not obsessed with it unless it's classical. I might look like your average punk-rocker babe, but inside, it's all about the classical stuff. Mostly piano, but I really like cello, too. Yeah, so what if that makes me a dork? I play pretty damned good, if I do say so myself. I'll sit at a piano bench and play for hours if you let me.
Screwing around on the computer is another passion of mine; I want to get good enough that I can get into an arts college, so I can maybe get hired by Disney or whoever to do 2D animation.
I've got a hot temper, a smart mouth, and a well of sarcasm that runs so deep, it's actually a bit scary. Don't make me turn my razor-sharp tongue on you, 'cause I'll do it, and I promise it won't be pretty..
I'm a vegetarian. Not a Vegan, just a regular, run-of-the-mill, won't-eat-meat kind of girl. I believe all life, human or not, deserves to live, and just because we seem like the smartest things on the planet, doesn't mean we can take that right away from animals.
I'm a nature child; I guess the closest thing I can come up with to describe me would be a hippie, though I'm not. I just love nature, the elements, all that jazz. It makes me happy just being outside, no matter the weather.
I hate, hate, HATE when people treat me like a little kid just 'cause I'm a teenager. I hate spiders, I hate spaghetti, and I hate clowns. Most of all, I hate the way my new step-brothers treat me n' my sisters, like we're scum of the earth or whatever.
I'm a bit of a ditz, and clumsy, too, 'speacially when I'm nervous; I always run into things, forget things unless I write them on my hand (even then, it's not a sure thing I'll remember), and I'm always leaving my house only to come back in to get my coat, then leave again, only to come back again to get my shoes, too. Then I'll get a block away and remember where I've left my keys. I'm such a scatterbrain.
- Noémi (Naomi), 15 -
Sora Kitty
Hello everyone. Hope you’re having a nice day. It’s a pleasure to meet you!
I guess I should tell you a bit about myself, so you won’t be so lost once you get to know me. Let’s see, where to start, oh where to start?
I’m usually very quiet on the outside; once you get to know me, I’m usually more of a chatterbox. It’s almost split-personality like. One of my sisters actually had to shove a brownie in my mouth to get me to hush up once. Overall, most people find me nice and worthy to talk to. Do I know idiots? Yeah, sadly enough. But it’s called “the silent treatment”. It works wonders, I’ll tell ya!
Music is my best friend as far as objects go; can’t live without it, almost. I like all kinds really, except rap. Don’t like rap, unless it has a good beat to it. Then I just buy the orchestral version and listen to that. I don’t wanna hear about how much “money you got in da bank!” or “grillz” and stuff. I also play the violin, so I hope I don't bother my new siblings with the noise! But I love it though; I can play the most wonderful songs.......after alot of work, of course. I’d perfer a sweet song, where even without words, you can imagine the story unfolding before you like a storybook full of color and wonder. I love using my imagination; it helps me escape from reality for awhile.
I’m usually upbeat and happy, the one to try and put a smile on the face of another. I like bright colors, chocolate (that's practically my get-through-the-day-fuel!), stuffed animals and dolls (shhhhh!), and my computer. Ah, another way to escape reality through the wonders of internet chat. Sadly, my computer isn’t here right now; I have to cope until it gets back from the repair shop (hopefully today). Ah well. At least I can work on my sketches. Oh yeah, I forgot to metion; I love to draw! My sisters say I’m really good, but I dunno. I might just be too picky with my fictional work. Drawing real stuff and still life is booooooooring! Hehe!
I’m the so-called “baby” of the family; youngest of five sisters, the fun that is! Well, you know by know what happened to me and my family. And…-sigh-...it’s all my fault. Fine, you ask me one thing I’m “emo” about, it’s definitely that. After all, no one can deny that my birth caused my father’s death. They’d all be happy if I hadn‘t been born, mom would have been happy (and she wouldn’t of remarried, thus sticking them all in this mess), so yeah, I’ve got my guilt issues, but I keep them hidden. Sometimes it‘s almost as if I use the happy personality as a brightly colored yellow mask; I can almost picture it in my mind. I can’t tell if my sisters care or are treating me different as opposed to if it hadn’t happened, but I won’t get the chance. It’s like being born with chains, or, something really freaky like that. I’ve been going to a counselor after school, actually, to help cope. Yeah, it got pretty bad; I spent a month straight in some weird depression mode before we moved in this new house. No cutting or anything, though; just depression and some tears, but I’ll get over it. I just CAN’T tell them; they’re already heartbroken and I’ve already messed up their futures for my life, so I should deal by myself, right? I should stop being the burden. Besides, if Mother found out, that woman would freak like never before. After all, Heaven forbid if one of Mom's daughters had even something close to a breakdown. I'm supposed to be perfect, right? Since mom obviously married a guy with a perfect family, that sort of sends a look-in-the-context message there.
As to the new family, I’m a bit scared. I don’t do well with change, and I’m the one to usually either freak or cry in a corner. But everything’ll turn out fine, right? It’ll be an adventure! Yeah, there’s a cool way to look at it! It’ll be a awesome intense adventure! With music, drama, and fairys! Ok, mabye not the faries.......but I'll make some awesome music to go with it!
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 5:19 pm
Madeline was dancing in her room. ABBA was playing full volume, and her webcam was on. She was making a music video, just for fun. She was releasing some creative energy, and she was having fun. She sang at the top of her lungs.
"Mamma mia! Here I go again. My my! How can I resist you?" The group sang along with her. Her eyes were closed and she flopped on the bed a few minutes later, breathing heavily. She went over to the computer, and positioned the webcam so it pointed at her.
"And that's all for today. I need to work on my essay!" She waved, and switched off the webcam. A little bit of editing, and she posted it.
She started working on her essay, grinning.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 5:34 pm
Adrienne gaped around her, her eyes wide and her mouth forming a little 'o' of surprise. "Holeeeee.." She said, walking through her new house. Sure, she'd been here before, she knew it was big, but this place was a freaking palace. It even had seperate wings, as well as servants quarters, even though Adrienne had been told they weren't in use. But still... the place was huge. "Get a grip, Ads. It's only a house. A large, uber-expensive house that looks like it'll eat you if you talk too loud or accidentally bring in a bit of dust. But it's just a house. Freakishly clean, this place. And stop talking to yourself, you look like a weirdo."
She arched an eyebrow as she followed her mother through the house, towards the east wing. On a scrap of paper, she wrote down odd little notes like 'turn left at ugly blue vase' and 'hang a right at the picture of the old dude' so she could keep track of here she was. Adrienne rolled her eyes at the small black cat she carried in her arms. "Well." She muttered to him. "Well. This place certainly has... 'charm', eh?" She was whispering because she'd found that the halls had a certain echo to them if one spoke too loudly.
She opened a door and, walking inside the room (which was thankfully smaller than most of the rest of the house she'd seen so far), Adrienne heard the faint strains of ABBA switch off. She grinned. That would be Madeleine. The smile quickly disappeared from Adrienne's face; damn, but this place was boring! She had absolutely nothing to do until the registration papers from her new highschool came. Shaking her fingers through her hair, Adrienne sighed and eyed the feline in her arms. "Joy. This seems like it'll be tons of tons of fun already, doesn't it, Mosh? Yeah. Oodles." The teenager crossed to the window, sat on the wide, sparsely cuisioned bench and rested her head on her arms, staring outside.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 5:45 pm
Madeline decided to go explore. She closed her computer, and put on her headphones. The headphones were the big ones that you saw DJs wearing all the time. On a normal person they clearly stated 'Go away'. Just the impression she wanted to give the guys. She began playing Bon Jovi, and walked out into the hallways. She grinned. She'd know this place like the back of her hand in no time.
She was good in big places, she liked them. Small houses made her claustrophobic. She liked room to move. That was hard to get with four sisters. She went out without shoes, and began skating around the house. Well... not skating. Skidding. She'd take a running start, then stop as she hit the hard floors of the foyer.
She slipped, and fell on her butt. She laughed, her headphones slipping from her head. She could still here the song playing, and she hummed along.
"Wooohhh, we're halfway there. Wooohhh livin' on a prayer!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:09 pm
Alyekzander sat in the music room alone, idly plucking out a tune on the large floor harp. He was temporarily banned from the kitchen; his father insisted on the staff preparing something extravagant for his new house guests. Alyekzander could not think of them as family, nor did he think he ever would. Especially at this moment in which their very presence had prohibited him from enjoying himself. He sneered slightly and emboldened the notes he plucked from the harp to match his mood. Honestly, did his father suspect he would try to poison them or something? There was no reason to sweep him off into a corner. Alyekzander seriously doubted it would take much to wow his father's latest pet project; the whole affair was being seriously overblown.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:21 pm
Madeline went to the 'forbidden' west wing. She grinned, and began to sing along. She had a fantastic voice, loud and clear, great for yelling 'OBJECTION' in her Phoenix Wright games.
The song changed to Its My Life, also by Bon Jovi. She sang along, dancing through the west wing. Just to annoy the boys. She spun on the hardwood floors, singing, and getting dizzy. She flopped on her butt again, and burst out laughing.
She began to sing "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac as she lay there.
"Took my love and I took it down,
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the
Snow covered hills!
And the landslide brought me down..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:52 pm
Alyekzander grimaced, hitting a sour chord, as his peace was shattered. It could only be one of those girls. The staff would not show such audacity. What the blazes was she doing in the West Wing? Alyekzander stood and smoothed a few rumples from his white shirt. Then he scowled; why should he bother making himself presentable for a girl that did not belong there to begin with? He drops his hands to his sides, leaving the shirt half buttoned and untucked, before exiting the music room to find the source of the disturbance. It did not take him long to discover the singing fool half sprawled on the floor. The extremely large DJ headphones seemed to say back off in no uncertain terms. And so Alyekzander stepped forward and plucked them off her head. "You seem to be lost. This is the West Wing." He could not keep his mouth from forming a slight frown of distaste.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:58 pm
Madeline rolled her eyes. "I know that! Why do you think I'm here?" She grinned at him, taking her headphones off, letting them drop to her neck, although Elton John's 'Crocodile Rock' played at an insanely loud volume. "The East Wing is mostly carpets. But the West-" She made a wide arm motion to indicate the wing. "Is all hard wood floors! The best kind!" She did a little jig, and spun. She ended in an absurd curtsy. It was low, her knees almost touching the ground, her head dipped low.
"I'm soooo sorry sir! I'll move to the foyer, and annoy whatever pompous men come over!" She stood up, a mischievous grin upon her face.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 7:10 pm
"See that you do. This pompous man is already sufficiently annoyed." Alyekzander immediately turned from her and went back the way he came. The foyer was far enough that he would not hear the girl's obnoxiously loud music. Why did he think she was here, indeed. To personally ruin any moment of peace and quiet he could acquire, as far as he could tell. "Be careful not to run into anything. I would not wish you to interrupt our respective parents with an entirely preventable injury."
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:06 am
Madeline was feeling childish, so she stuck her tongue out at him. She got up, and took another running start. "I NEVER get injured!" She shouted back at him. It was pretty much true, she was trained in the art of hall skidding. She stuffed her headphones back on, and started the skid. The maids shook their heads as she went by. When she reached the carpet of the East Wing, she began to sprint to her room.
She was going to have a lot of fun annoying her new step-brothers.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 8:13 am
Madeline's Vlog: Edited by Madeline!
"Intro Music! Nah, there ain't no none intro music." Madeline said in an incredibly fake hick accent, and leaned back, rolling her eyes. The screen went black, and the real blog began.
"Boo!" Madeline appeared suddenly on the screen, grinning. "You've noticed that I've been blogging a lot more lately." A clip of her crossing her eyes. "This house... is boring." She placed her head on her hand, and tapped her chin with her fingers. "Seriously? Everything echoes." echoes, echoes. She looked up, and shrunk a little. "But my sisters and I? Where are we staying?" Switch to her in a different outfit.
"I don't know Madeline, where?" Switch back to original Madeline.
"The East Wing." Madeline turned to the web-cam. "Which is all. Carpets." carpets, carpets, echoes in the background. Madeline shivers. "Which means." She pouted. "No hall skidding. I have to go to the west wing for that." there was a gasp in the background. "Yes." Her eyes widened as she nodded. "The West Wing." She leaned back, "I met my-" Air quotes, "'Brother', there." She leaned forward. "I know you saw this coming. The pompous jerk. I've only met him so far, but I know who he is."
She pulled out a picture of the family, and pointed to Alyekzander. "Him. He's one of middle children." She leaned forward. "They always have problems. So, I'll let him slide this time. But next time we cross paths-" she ran her finger across her neck. "Metaphorically, of course. I'm pretty sure a quintuplet murder wouldn't bode well with-" battering of her eyelashes, "Daddy Dearest."
She adjusted the camera. "So, you've noticed I changed my intro, from this clip."
The clip was of Madeline in a suit, looking at the camera. "The vlog of Madeline begins now!" She pointed a pen dramatically at the camera.
"To the new one. Well, I didn't really like the first clip. So I chose a different one. I used a triple negative. If any of my brothers are watching this, they'll be annoyed." She grinned, and gave the screen a thumbs up. "And that's the point!"
"Anyways, this vlog... is done!" She struck a pose. She then waved to the camera. "Bye!"
Madeline looked at the camera, she looked tired. "Insert outro music here. I don't feel like doing it." She appeared to fall asleep in her chair, and the screen blurred out.
The vlog ended.
Madeline leaned back, she was bored now. She was pretty sure that she could vlog some more, but she doubted anyone would put up with her then. She flopped out of her chair, then sank back in. She wanted to floor skid! The foyer wasn't long enough for her to get a good skid... but there were rails... on the staircases... high rails, that went all the way down. Well almost, but great for rail-riding.
She had an idea. She wouldn't do it yet, because she wanted to meet the rest of the brothers... but just wait and see... she'll be the best step-sister they ever had~!
((Like the vlog? its my first one! XD ))
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