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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:04 pm
Giselle was in the common area of floor two to meet up with Elke. Instead of their usual meetings in her room, Giselle was trying to see if Elke would pay more attention in the common room of her own floor. It was probably going to be an exercise in futility, but it was worth a try, and Giselle was determined to find some way to make the airy diplomat's daughter learn her history.
She had arrived early to scope it out and plan the lesson. Surrounded by textbooks, she took notes on them, occasionally marking pages and sometimes shaking her head and crossing things out. Her concentration was intense, even when she was merely planning out a lesson. Giselle would loosen up when she was dead, and tutoring the daughter of an ambassador was just as important as keeping her grades up. If Elke did well, she had a connection to politics, albeit a somewhat distant one. Elke herself hardly seemed politically savvy.
Nonetheless, Giselle worked on her lesson plans, not letting the unfamiliar settings get to her. At least it was peaceful and quiet here.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 8:33 pm
Study? Pfft! The common room was an area of congregation, of crowds and performances, and Evie knew that if she ever needed an adoring audience, she could more often than not find one there. Not to mention the acoustics were somehow amazing in there, and it really helped to make sure that her pitch was just right. Evie could settle for no less when it came to competitions, and it was for this reason that she sauntered into the common room of floor two, humming along to whatever was playing on her mp3 player.
The melody she sang was sad and remorseful, but there was a smile on her face as she did so, knowing nothing of the dangerous mischief going on in other parts of the school and seemingly oblivious to the ominous feel of the place. In fact, she failed to even realize that there was another in the room, and freely twirled around the area, her hair swishing behind her as the hum grew into words, something about rain and flowers and sleep that sounded like it could have been a metaphor for something.
"This rain will wash away what's past..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:30 pm
Giselle enjoyed this song.
She enjoyed this song very much. She listened to it at times, and she had both read and viewed Les Miserables. However, there was a time and place for everything, and she enjoyed her music privately. You couldn't put headphones on a voice, she would admit that, but this was a common area, and thus all people that entered it should be able to do so unmolested by sudden music. For goodness' sake, the girl wasn't even singing it properly, she had started out humming so quietly as to be almost inaudible, and now she was bursting into song in the middle.
What made it worse was the twirling, which added another unnecessary distraction. This girl was invading Giselle's personal space in two ways, and Giselle would not stand for it. She put up with enough personal space invading with Elke and Frankie.
She put up with it for about one minute, then when it appeared that the uncalled-for musical montage was not over, but only more enthusiastic, she looked up from her work.
"I beg your pardon," Giselle said tactfully, looking over her papers at the unfamiliar second floor girl, "But I'm putting together a lesson plan."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 8:48 am
At first, Evie hadn't even been aware of someone else in the room. She was caught up in the song, in being the voice of Eponine, oh so tragic and beautiful and fabulous like people should be, instead of their boring and mundane selves. She could see herself there, in the arms of Marius (in truth, she sang with Mason, but she was imagining someone far more handsome with a better face and a gentler touch), her life fading to black but her voice ever-rising. It almost made her forget that at her roots that she was still just a sophomore, that there were people talking about her and Trace behind her back, and that she was still irrevocably alone.
And to think that all that could fade away with a sore, out-of tune mumble of sorts.
Evie paused her player and her movements, looking up with wide-eyed surprise when she realized that the girl was in the room. Someone who lived on the second floor, to be sure, but Evie couldn't place her name, nor could she quite make out what the girl had said in the first place. So, in a voice that was as cheerfully tactful as Evie could be in return, she plaintively asked, "What?" There was no malice in the word, nor ire, just a simple dose of confusion. It was admittedly difficult to hear someone speak through the sound of earbuds.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 6:27 pm
The girl had been annoying before, but asking Giselle to repeat herself just proved how utterly insipid she was. Giselle looked up from her textbook. "I'm preparing a lesson for a pupil." she repeated simply.
It was no wonder Evie didn't recognize her. She was a year and a floor above her, but Elke lived on this floor and was definitely a sophomore, so this common room was the one Giselle was trying. She hadn't realized that there was such an annoying person on this floor, but honestly, Giselle found plenty of people annoying. Plenty of people and plenty of thigns, and her habit of making snap judgements didn't help matters. Evie had landed in the same boat as most of the people Giselle met- She had been judged and came up lacking without even knowing Giselle's name.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 4:49 am
"A lesson? Cool! For what class?"
Curiosity got the better of Evie (as it often did), and without asking permission the girl happily invited herself into Giselle's personal bubble, peering over her shoulder to get a better look at the scattered books on the common room table. She scanned over some of the carefully written notes, and even went so far as to lift up one of the textbook covers to read the title off the spine. It was only then that Evie seemed to ascertain the subject being studied, and she took a seat opposite Giselle, smiling sweetly.
"Oh! History's so much fun: that's, like, my best class. What are you making a lesson for?" Maybe the blonde before her was a student, but she looked like she could have been a teacher's assistant, and either way, Evie was going to be friendly. It was easier to be friendly than it was to be otherwise, unless your name was Sue Gottschalk.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 7:04 pm
Giselle was good at many things.
She was good at history, and she could beat Age of Empires like nobody's business. She could file fairly tidily, cook decently, and alter outfits like a pro. However, one things she was not good at was dealing with people invading her personal space, and as Evie intruded on her with questions (which she then answered on her own), Giselle began to feel even more annoyed than she already was.
And then Evie touched her book.
Her book, her history textbook, no less. Looking up sharply at Evie as she (oh God, no) sat down next to her, Giselle began to doubt whether this girl was redeemable in any way at all. "I'm glad it's 'like, your best class.'" she said, eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. Was that a challenge? It was a ludicrous challenge, Giselle was sure she was much better at history than some bubbly little songbird. Just in case it was, she added "It's my best subject as well. I am making a private lesson for a pupil of mine." she informed Evie icily, pulling the book Evie had touched a fraction closer to her and then straightening it. "A private, quiet lesson in the common area."
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