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 Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 8:18 pm
"I'm sorry kids, Daddy can't buy you a new yacht this year..."
The Largoni Family has always had money, and a lot of it. They lived off Daddy's business and treated 100 dollar bills like it was nothing. But this year, the market had gone way down hill. Daddy had no other choice but to sell his company. It was either sell the company now or lose it and lose every penny out of his pocket.
Sure, the family has gone from filthy stinkin' rich to only middle class, but this family is so not pleased with any of it. The kids are mad because their cool cars have to get sold for some mediocre "lower class" cars... but that's not the only reason they're mad.
They have to get jobs.
(And not even "good" jobs, at that!)
They have to go from Prep School to Public School.
Don't even mention the Mother, she's in shock.
Her husband got her a job at a jewelry store... where she can look but not touch.
What's Daddy doing?
Talking to all his business buddies, trying to get back into it.
But so far, his only job offer is from this guy named Marcus.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 8:20 pm
1. PM me your profiles titled "it's all mine"
2. follow guild rules.
3. Gaia T.O.S. is cool. Let's follow that, too.
4. Minimum posting size is one six sentence paragraph.
5. Pretty posts are loved, but you do not have to.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 9:02 pm
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* I will accept other characters as well. Be creative!XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe Largoni's x x xxxxxxxthe Desperate Shell of a Father | 45 years old | Larry Michael LargoniDad's in trouble guys! But he refuses to tell anyone in his family. He doesn't want them to think less of them then they already do for making them lower class. He's been searching for a job, a high paying job, one that could get him in power once again. This guy, Marcus, is a pretty cool dude... Since the old boss retired, they've been looking for a new guy to take over. Dad's a pretty smart guy he could take on the position of Big Boss with no problem, he can sort out business deals and keep the business going. But why is he in trouble? It's the mob, guys... Daddy's getting himself into the mob.Played by Vanilla Nerd x x xxxxxxxThe elusive mother| 43 | Eleanor *Nell* LargoniMom's got a secret and she's not too happy about it, either. You see, mommy's not really who she says she is. She only married Mr. Largoni for his money. She's a gold digger, alright. To make matters worse, she's already found a new beau that still has a high paying job and is rich beyond belief. He's a doctor, a very famous one at that. Her plan is to leave her current husband and run away with Mr Doctor. But is her greed and gold digging so much more powerful than the love for her family? (If she even loves them at all, anyway.)Played by Rumpleteazey x x xxxxxxxThe Ignorant Son | Eighteen years old | Ethan Dean Largoni This dude has grown up his whole life believing that money just falls from the sky. Whatever he wanted, he got. He's had many girlfriends, he's felt like a stud. But his ignorance blinded him, for the girls only wanted him for his money. Now that he's not-so-rich and going to a new school, he's decided to make himself new. If he's going to be poor, he's certainly going to play the part. He's seen plenty of movies and TV shows about Public School, he's sure he can pull it off.Played by DarkYang109 x x xxxxxxxThe Distressed Daughter | Seventeen years old | Ava Desiree Largoni She's in denial. She refuses to believe that they're 'poor' now. She's going to at least continue to act rich. A new school, new people to impress and fall in love with her. She plans to keep her job at the Cafe a secret as much as she can. But what she is about to realize is that being rich and pretending to be are two different things.Played by Poisonous PerfumeXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe Public School Kids x x xxxxxxxMiddle Class Love Interest | Eighteen years old | Jessica Marie JenkinsShe's an only child with crazy parents. She's middle class, always have been and always will be. Her parents believe that money is a monster that should be tamed and taken care of carefully. She works with her dad at the Dairy Farm while her mom stays at home to be the typical 'stay at home mom with a part time job as a pharmacist'. She's never really been interested in guys, since most of the dudes at school are all douchebags who only date girls for their bodies and/or their money. It'd be nice to find a guy who doesn't care about all that...Played by ze queen of bleu x x xxxxxxxThe Geeky Love Interest | Seventeen | Gabriel Ethan BianchiHe's the quirky, dorky and always falls for the girl that is way out of his league. When he meets little Miss Largoni he can't help but fall head over heels. He's rather stalker-ish, but in the end he's a nice guy. He just doesn't really know how to actually talk to girls without cracking jokes or making a complete fool of himself.Played by X x __ compos M E N T i SXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe Others x x xxxxxxxThe Young, Hip & Rich Doctor| 36 years old | Devin Thomas Seymour | cadet bluecurrently: NPC x x xxxxxxxThe Hussy and/or -very- willing Secretary | 30 years old | Maria Claymore | blue violetMaria is Dr. Seymour's assistant and secretary. She's been known to help him in anything he asks of her. Currently, Dr. Seymour is infatuated with Mrs Largoni. His plan is to try to get them to separate so he can have her all to himself. He's paying Maria to hit on Larry Largoni and seduce him. It doesn't help that Maria has known about Larry through working in his building as a temp and has a huge crush on him. She takes the money from Dr. Seymour and is willing to do anything to get close to Mr Largoni.Currently: NPC x x xxxxxxxDaddy's Job Hunter| 24 years old | Marcus | chocolate currently: NPC
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 9:38 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe Setting
It just so happens to be Wednesday, January 11th.
It's a school day. And a work day.
It's currently snowing outside.
The time just so happens to be 7:23 am.
Public School starts at 7:30 am.
Prep School usually starts at 8:30 am, what a change for the Largoni kids, right?
The adults should either be at work or getting ready for work.
The town is called Derbyville. It's a rather big town.
There's different sections of neighborhoods... the richer folk live in the area with all the mansions... aka The Largoni's.
When Daddy sold the business he got just enough to keep the original house they're residing. He's definitely thankful for that much. ;D
The "lower class" (or middle class) live in the suburban area.
Down Town is where the apartments, the gas station, and a few small business restaurants are located.
The only mall located in Derbyville is a quaint little Strip Mall that has many brand name stores and a few brand name restaurants.
The Johnson Public High School is where the Largoni kids are now attending.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 9:57 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXInformation
xxxxxxDaddy is taken by Vanilla Nerd
xxxxxxMommy is taken by xXRumpleteazerxX
xxxxxxThe Son is taken by DarkYang109
xxxxxxThe Daughter is taken by Poisonous Perfume
xxxxxxThe Doctor is an NPC; But if someone wants him they can have him.
xxxxxxMARCUS is an NPC; But if someone wants him they can have him.
xxxxxxThe Hussy is an NPC; But if someone wants her they can play her.
xxxxxxLove Interest #1 is taken by ze queen of bleu
xxxxxxLove Interest #2 is taken by X x __ compos M E N T i Sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:16 pm
↪Larry M. Largoni↩She's so glad, she's telling all the w o r l d
That her baby buys her things, you know.
He buys her diamond rings you know,
She said so!
She's in love with me and I feel fine.▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ 
By the time the sun had finally peeked itself into the sky, Larry Largoni was already awake and working. He hadn’t gotten out of bed, though. His miniature laptop sat on his thighs with the blanket between them to keep his bare legs from getting too warm. (Larry tended to sleep in nothing but his boxers, it was comfortable and he thought it gave his wife something to look at.) Larry had been emailing back and forth with different business associates. His disappointment was evident on his face. The chance of getting his job back in any way shape or form was getting slimmer and slimmer.
Periodically he would glance over to his sleeping wife, Eleanor, and gently caressing her golden locks of hair. He felt bad that she had lost all the luxuries she ever wanted but Larry promised to her that they would get it all back some how. Larry was madly in love with his Wife, even if he barely had time to be with her while he was working. When he met her, she was a beautiful, young, talented college student with hopes for her future. Larry was only the heir to his father’s company back then. He was living off his father’s money and not really doing much with his life since his future was already planned out.
It seemed it was love at first sight with Nell, he bought her nearly everything she asked for and thing she didn’t ask for. He was willing to do anything for her. Larry knew he wanted to be with Nell for the rest of his life. By the time their one-year anniversary of their first date rolled around, he proposed. When she had said yes, he knew his life was going to be perfect. Larry tried to imagine what his life would have been like without his kids or Nell, but all that came to mind was a blank canvas.
His laptop chirped quietly, it brought him back from his memories and into the real world. He clicked on the blinking icon and noticed that he had received an instant message from a username “2Fly4U”. Larry stifled a chuckle as he read the message: ‘Hello, Mr. Largoni. I know that you’re having some business troubles. I’m here to help you out, I have the perfect job for you.’ Larry raised an eyebrow and started to type his reply. Of course, he questioned how the person had gotten a hold of his instant messaging account and what exactly this ‘job’ really was.
Larry made sure that his wife was still asleep as he typed away on his laptop. The conversation was going well. The job offer wasn’t just a job. It was the chance to be in power once again. Apparently, the old boss had retired and they weren’t sure who would be able to take the upper hand. Larry felt his heart pump wildly and his last response doomed his fate: ‘When can we meet?’ The guy had introduced himself as Marcus, he seemed trustworthy but Larry was smart. In order to make a good business deal, there had to be a real face to face meeting to discuss anything and everything. He checked the time and noticed how late it had gotten. He had to make sure his kids had made the school bus. Since he had to sell his kid’s cars, he figured it would be a good experience if their first day of public school was to take the bus.
Quickly, he shut down his laptop and tucked it into his bedside drawer. He leaned over and pressed his lips against his Wife’s cheek before sliding out of his king sized bed. He quickly put on his at-home-relaxing attire and quickly hurried down the hall and opened up the door to his daughter’s bedroom. He noticed she was still asleep and he shook his head quickly. He hurried over to her bedside and pulled the blanket off of her. He started to rub her back, like he did when she was a child, and slowly cooed: "Wake up, Ava, first day at public school! Come on, time to make new friends!"
He hoped that his son was more responsible and was able to catch the bus. Larry trusted Ethan. The boy was eighteen years old, he didn’t need his father to wake him up anymore. But Ava was his baby girl, regardless if she was seventeen years old. If she refused to get up, he was prepared to pick her up and carry her “like a princess” and place her in the bathtub to shower her with cold water. He heard a few grumbles that was easily recognized as ‘No, no school… sleeping.’ Larry chuckled and spoke louder, "Ava, get up! You missed the bus. I’m going to drive you."
He knew she wasn’t ready for such a change. She and her brother have been going to private school their whole life. They had been driven in a limo everywhere they went; they never had to worry about being ‘late’ to school. Larry sympathized with both of them. He never had to deal with such a drastic change. But he couldn’t take back the tragedy that befell upon them.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:27 pm
 kissmeI'mbeautiful(Give 'em an a c t with lots of flash in it,
And the reaction will be p a s s i o n a t e)▬ ▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬❥ ♛ mwahmwahIn her dream, everything was back to the way it should've been. She was gliding through the halls of her private school, Dilton, dressed to the nines in pieces expensive enough to pay for a month’s rent in the city. Her friends and followers surrounded her and they were giggling at a new girl. Said new girl was toting around a purse as big as her torso and sporting a pair of ostentatious Chanel glasses. Ava arched her eyes towards the ceiling and her posse tittered. “New money.” She drawled with a dismissive wave of her hand. And then she was driving her car, her sweet baby, her favorite Bentley through a Californian highway, her hair—rumored to be insured for an obscene amount of money—billowing out behind her. And then she was with her boyfriend, Riley, the heir to a breathtaking fortune, and he was pulling her close, his lips approaching hers and—and then she was suddenly chilled and the dream vanished into the mists of her newly wakeful mind.
mwahmwahShe winced visibly when her father mentioned “public school”. She rolled over and pressed her nose against her luxurious pillow, as if she preferred suffocation to actually rising. “No, no school…sleeping.” She murmured, her breath warming her lips as they pressed against the fabric of her pillowcase. “I’m going to drive you.” At this, Ava rolled onto her back and pried her eyes open. “In which car?” She prodded with a sleepy twitch of her nose. She pushed herself upright slowly and huffed a small, resigned sigh. “Fine. I’m up.” She croaked, rubbing her eyes groggily. “Do I really have to go?” Ava asked, knitting her brows together in an expression of shameless begging.
mwahmwahWhen she could see she did, indeed, really have to, Ava made a small sound of discontent and gradually swung her legs off her bed until her toes touched the soft fabric of her rug. She began to wave her father out. “I’m up. I promise.” She added hastily before he could question her wakefulness. She stretched her arms up high above her head, rolling onto her toes, and released the position with a hearty sigh. Ava padded over to her window and tugged away the gauzy curtains. She stayed there for a moment, squinting against the sun, before she loosened her grip on the material and tucked it behind a hook. She flicked on her iPod and trotted into her bathroom. Had she been born into another family, Ava would likely have spent a good several minutes trying to wrestle past her older brother into the bathroom. But, being the girl she was, a forever-proud Largoni, Ava had a lady’s room of her very own. She went about her morning routine and applied her make-up in front of a large mirror surrounded by light bulbs reminiscent of glamorous Old Hollywood vanities. When she was content with her appearance, Ava sauntered out and changed.
mwahmwahShe’d just pulled on her shoes when Ava caught a glance of herself in the mirror and paused. She beamed herself a large, sunny smile and pulled a few facial expressions. She let her face relax and examined her attire. It was simple, cute, and effortlessly classy. Compared to some, her clothes were luxurious and quietly rich. To Ava Desiree Largoni, however, they were a downgrade of the most offensive variety. She sighed, meeting her own eyes in the reflexive surface and frowning at just how sad they seemed. That wouldn’t do. Ava squeezed her eyes shut and thought of Riley and the famed luncheons his mother would hold and how they’d kick off their shoes and play footsie under the table. When she reopened her silver-specked blue eyes, they were smiling. An indulgent smile curved her lips. Ava straightened her back and did a small circle in front of her mirror. With a satisfied nod, the downgraded heiress emerged from her room and padded down softly to the kitchen.
mwahmwahShe slipped onto a stool by the kitchen's island and waited patiently for her breakfast to appear. It was when she was beginning to get impatient that Ava suddenly remembered with a sickening flip of her stomach that her father had fired their staff. It's only temporary, she assured herself, setting her chin bravely and slipping down from the stool. She approached the cabinets with slow, measured steps, and gingerly pulled one open randomly. Her jaw dropped. Cereal. She was facing cereal for breakfast. With a visible grimace, the girl with hair the color of the sun tugged open the colossal refrigerator with no little effort. She made herself a bowl of common cereal and tried a few tentative spoonfuls. The excessive sweetness repelled her taste buds. Ava left her half-full bowl in the sink and decided she'd rather wait for lunch than try again with Cap'n Yumbites. She waited on her stool for her brother and father, one seemingly endless leg flung carelessly over the other, her foot resting on the richly rustic rung of her seat.
Her eyes drifted absently about the room, absorbing the decadence she'd grown up with. At least they had the house, she reasoned. Daddy was having a rough time, but he'd get back on his feet soon enough and she'd be right back at Dilton and her whole stint in public school would be nothing more than a topic of hilarious conversation. She caught sight of the clock on the stove and almost chimed a laugh. Really, she was going to be so late, it hardly mattered if she went at all. Ava wiggled off her stool and strolled into the room adjacent to the kitchen and flung herself dramatically into a chair worth a small fortune, her legs folding over one of the arms and her back resting against the other. She extracted her phone from the bag on resting on her flat stomach and sent a quick text message, purposefully using a nickname she knew her brother hated.
To: Ethan
From: Ava
'Eethy! Hurry uuuup, you jerk.'
A V A ❂ DESIREE ❂ L A R G O N I
What if your hinges all are rusting?
THE D A R L I N G , D I S T R E S S E D DAUGHTER
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting?
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:40 am
She wore l e m o n
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you c r y
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're d r y
She draws her water from the stone
And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore
She had h e a v e n
And she h e l d on so tight
Tossing and turning in her sleep, by the time it was three o-clock in the morning Eleanor had stopped stirring in her sleep. Usually, that was simply the way her body was where rest was concerned. Dreaming void, blurry dreams, images of her old college slowly began to sift into view. Sitting at the base of an oak tree, Eleanor had spent the morning hours taking copious notes from her six-credit English book and had thus been kicked out of the library by a gang of noisy college students. Leaning up against the back of her favourite tree that was blissfully situated in so quiet a place. Leaning over her book to read and capture the essence of the chapters, Eleanor’s delicate hair caressed her cheek and fell onto the pages. Stirred by the wind into distracting her from her studious, self-imposed, project. However, her hair was not the only thing to potentially distract her from her work.
Both tossed and helped along by the whisper of a breeze, a yellow crane plopped between the pages of her textbook. It’s little wing stuck within the crease. Squishing her eyes together in thought, Eleanor pulled the little post-it bird from betwixt the pages while looking up to see where this little object had flown from. Seated on a bench nearby was a boy from one of her classes, Larry Largoni. Being such a quiet woman, who studied more than she conversed, seeing that she was no longer alone in the little park-like area would have been enough to raise an eyebrow, if not combined with the surprise of receiving a golden aviary tossed into her little world. The boy was leaning forward with his arms on his knees and a nervous, sunshine, smile smeared across his face. He was certainly a nice boy; but, she had never said anything to him besides a hello. If she even had said ‘hello’ to him before…Too curious to speak the question, Eleanor simply leaned down and unfolded the little bird to try and find some little note written on the inside. Indeed there was a note, a short one at that.
You, me, the Desirè? 8:30? Signed with two little boxes where she was supposed to check:
[ yes ] [ no ]
Eleanor had thought it terribly cute at the time, and could vaguely remember giggling and shaking her head at being asked out on a date like she was thirteen in middle school. The place he had mentioned was a very luxurious restaurant downtown. Only the crème de-la crème need apply. Truth be told, Eleanor had never set foot in that restaurant before in her life. Well, she not as a patron. She had only been inside the building because she had a part time job washing dishes to cover her first semester of college that the scholarships couldn't cover. Contrary to popular belief, Eleanor wasn’t always a materialistic girl, it was a slow process that clawed its way into her system just like any other negative habit such as alcoholism or smoking. When she had first been asked on a date by Larry Largoni, she had been very apprehensive. Rich boys tended to want one thing before marriage, and she was rather assumptive that this Larry was no different. She had almost turned him down because of it; but, reluctantly she had checked the ‘yes’ and folded her books to go talk to him. She wasn’t usually a shy girl, so talking was rather easy. As things turned out, they had a great time conversing, and an even nicer time when he picked her up for dinner. The fact that he thought to surprise her by buying her a proper dress for the occasion was just the icing on the cake. At the time, she had thought it ridiculous to do such a thing; but, she was convinced that he did all those ‘favors’ because he was genuinely infatuated, so she accepted them.
Each little gift meant: ‘ I’m thinking of you’, ‘I miss you’, or ‘ I love you.’, and it was the ‘meanings’ behind the little presents that she became addicted to. A need for reassurance that had been rooted in her childhood, and expressed itself every time the wound threatened to rise up in her soul. Somewhere, over the years, the ‘meanings’ behind Larry’s little presents were the only way she could have any reassurance that her husband still loved her. Oh he was doting, and expressive with the ‘kisses’ and ‘I love you’s; but, he started putting all his attention into his business. Over the years, their time together grew to be less and less, to the point where sometimes he could be ‘emotionally’ gone for weeks at a time. Especially when a business deal was on the rocks. Soon she heard: ‘ Sorry I wasn’t here for Ava’s birthday, here’s a present to make it up to you.’ It was no longer random presents simply to say: ‘Thinking of you because I miss you’. It was: ‘ Getting you this because I forgot to think of you.’ Her entire relationship with her husband had been half fostered on his little love-gifts, and before his business went bust, their dates were few and far between, and their sex life…Well…When she felt his mouth kissing along her neck at three in the morning, that was usually the only foreplay they had time for. And even those moments were few and far-between.
The question: ‘Does he still love me?’ seemed to pop into her brain every time she saw her husband during these dark times, and the ‘hint’ from her old friends that he might be having an affair had been whispered into her ear on the phone at least once or twice in the past five to six years. She had always rejected the notion before; however, with the way things were going between them…She had to wonder if he was sleeping with someone at the office. But, that was before he lost his job. Perhaps some part of her had hoped to have her husband back when he lost his job…but he was just as ‘busy’ a workaholic without a job than he did while being employed. With no ‘forgot to think of you’ gifts to reassure her, watching him drown his time meeting with past co-workers and absorb their finances trying to find work online only grounded her greatest fears. He was in love with his business, and she had only been a ‘trophy wife’. Sure, she had made the decision to never pursue the ‘career’ she went to college for because she thought she would be taken care of, sure she loved receiving ‘thinking of you’ presents more than air, but she did have a heart underneath the desire for comfort. A heart that still desperately sought the reassurance that it needed that she was a person of value underneath her looks and accomplishments.
With their marriage shaky and on the verge of collapsing already, the day he lost his job, she had sent the kids away to console her distraught husband. Sad to say, it was the most invigorated sex she had experienced in over three years. Like being offered a glass of ice-cold water in the middle of a desert, they had both clung to each other on that day and forgot about their problems. However, when the grim reality of how their lives were changing finally settled into their minds, their sex life had become dry as dust once more. Faced with questions she had never had to worry about since she was her children’s age, such as: ‘What are we going to eat? How are we going to pay for clothes? Where are we going to sleep?’ Worried beyond belief, her body had actually begun to feel fatigued and as if she could handle worse news, she missed her menstrual cycle. Stress could occasionally do that, but for an entire week she feared something greater.
Her worst fears were realized when she bought an over-the-counter pregnancy test and headed into the grocery bathroom. Two shiny blue lines stared her in the face, and for an hour she just wept in the bathroom. ‘ We can barely afford food for the four of us…How are we going to afford diapers, food, cribs, anything…’, Not being the most sentimental person besides her precious scrap books, most of their children’s baby clothes and things had been sold or simply thrown away years before. Being over forty, Eleanor had never thought for a moment that she would get pregnant again. It was not unheard of for a woman her age to get pregnant, but it was rare enough to make her believe she could quit taking her birth control pills. Since they cost more money than she was willing to waste…and she didn’t think they slept together enough to need them anyway. Not wanting this baby, simply because of the trials it would face compared to her two other children, she did what any doubtful woman would do. She went to see their family doctor: Calvin Florrance.
Sitting in the waiting room for an hour only to discover that her regular doctor was out of town from a family emergency, she saw the only other available doctor: Devin Seymour. Expecting to see an older man, she was very surprised when she walked into the room and discovered a man slightly younger than herself. He was, of course, outgoing and full of smiles, and examined the test himself. In the process of asking health questions; however, she accidentally let slip how shaky her marriage was, the stress she was going through. Him being a very caring person (at least with her) gave her his number to call if she needed someone to talk to, and based on the playful banter between them, Nell didn’t need to be a genius to know that the man fancied her greatly. ‘ Why?’, she had spent the remainder of the day pondering to herself. Deep down, she truly felt unlovable, underappreciated, and second rate. To receive genuine ‘I like you’ smiles that weren’t seemingly done out of ‘repetition’ or habit felt strange and unnatural. Even if it was nice to be the object of one's fancy once more.
When a bouquet of yellow flowers arrived at their door, Eleanor knew just who they were from even though she gave them to her daughter. Surely her daughter had a potential ‘beau’ she could imagine them to be from. As lovely as it felt to get that initial ‘thinking of you’ bouquet, she had thought that her not calling the man would mean the end of those little gifts she certainly shouldn’t be receiving from another man besides Larry....It only got worse. Receiving anonymous chocolates for ‘no one in particular’, roses, jewellery, and even a fur coat, she knew this doctor had taken that little banter and almost kiss way too far and met with the man to ask him to stop. But the way he looked at her, like she was his sunshine, it was the way Larry had used to always look upon her....The compliments, attention, and most importantly: The constant ‘proof’ of his affection had won her over the edge.
The second her husband left the house, Nell was on the phone making dates or just absorbing his handsome voice when he said how glad he was to hear from her. With him being her ‘personal’ physician in more ways than one, she had something to look forward to again. A person who she knew genuinely wanted her around, and wasn’t afraid to show it…But Devin was getting antsy. She had spent almost two months seeing him behind Larry’s back, and he was wondering when she was going to tell her husband and leave. They had even started to make plans of course; but, that was before…well…
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Snapping awake, Nell rolled over in the bed to feel a warm, empty, spot where her husband had been laying a few minutes prior. In a slump from waking up to an empty bed, she sat up and let her long hair trail down her body. She was addicted to sleeping next to someone, when she slept alone she often had dark and disturbing dreams. It put her in a stupour, and she sighed at the horrible morning she anticipated having this day. Waking up to an empty spot began to make her feel uneasy, and as she raised her head upwards to look at the red alarm clock, Nell let out another silent sigh. ‘ Time to wake up…’, climbing out of bed, Nell walked her half-naked form to the master bathroom connected to their room and pulled the nightshirt off of her body. Starting a brisk morning shower, she took her time with those fifteen minutes to wash her hair and cleanse her body. Shave, and take care of whatever needed to be taken care of. Hurriedly drying off afterwards, Eleanor pulled her nightshirt back on before folding her body within a lovely, golden, silk bathrobe that she had been unable to part with. Like all guilty women, Eleanor could feel the shame beginning to stab at her chest as she walked out of the bedroom to find her husband.
Eventually finding him, Eleanor bit her lip in cautious fear of Larry kissing her cheek and walking away to his office like usual. Out of every morning she had woken up to this month, Eleanor especially longed for her husband this day. Whether or not he remembered was a completely different matter; but, as she tried to clasp her thin little fingers around his upper arm, she cast her gentle sunshine smile and leaned in close enough to press her body against his side. ‘ He‘ll either remember…or he wont.’ Too afraid of being hurt again to openly ask: ‘do you know its my birthday today?’, she frowned for a moment and looked towards the office. That is, after all, where he wants to be.
“ Good morning, honey. How was job hunting?”
And these are the days when our work has come assunder...And these are the days when we look for something other
A man makes a p i c t u r e
A m o v i n g picture
Through the l i g h t projected
He can see himself up close
A man c a p t u r e s colour
A man likes to s t a r e
He turns his m o n e y into l i g h t
To l o o k for her
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:55 am
It was gone entirely by the time Gabe pulled a shirt over his head, and combed his fingers absently through his wet hair. He'd worked the night before, and he'd work this night, as well. School was at seven thirty, what time was it? The sight of the clock jerked him into a frenzy. Shoes, glasses, backpack, cell phone, off-brand mp3 player. He was ready, at last. And with only a couple minutes to spare.
Gabriel was at the front door when his mother interrupted him. "Aren't you going to get breakfast?" She asked, sounding somewhere between tired and mildly worried. His schedule, his classes, it would be important that he got something in his stomach before lunch. But he couldn't be late. He'd been late, already, too many times. This time, it would be a detention-- he didn't have time for a detention. Poor Gabe, he was walking on eggshells.
"I can't be late." He told her apologetically, "I'll get something at school." he lied with a reassuring smile, even as he shouldered open the door, and the house spit him out onto the walk down to the narrow cement street that led to the school. It would be a brisk run to school, today, and his teacher would have to be forgiving. It would all work out, he was sure. "You'd better." His mother called after him, though her back was already to the door, and she was already making her way back to the kitchen, probably to make her own lunch.
Gabriel's family was frugal by necessity. They were at the lower end of middle class, both of them working. There were luxuries to expensive for them even to dream of, things in store that they stood a good distance from, for fear of a "break and buy it" policy. Gabe didn't have a car, he didn't want to have to pay for it. His mother had one, but it was old, probably on its last leg. Their house was a decent size, perfect for just the two of them. In a nutshell, they didn't eat out often.
The run to school was easy. He lived close, and the sidewalks held only the last stragglers, those that were always, or were about to be, late. Around the stadium, people were taking a final, resentful drag on their cigarettes, and everyone else was likely hustling to class. The warning bell rung even as Gabriel got a foot in the door of his homeroom class. He grinned at the teacher, mostly with relief. It was just another ordinary day, and his teacher rolled his eyes at him, even as Gabe took his seat.
"Glad you decided to join us on time, today, Gabriel." There was virtually no malice in the words. Gabriel was hard to hate. Essentially a pacifist, if anyone actually did manage to hate him, they would find it even harder to express it-- or, rather, to get him to acknowledge their expressing it. Gabriel, out of breath, took his seat and set his bag at his feet.
Gabriel offered his teacher a smile, even as he sat back in his seat and kicked his feet out under the desk. "I can't fit any more detentions on the fridge." He responded cheerfully. Gabe was a paragon of contradiction. He was geeky, but sociable, bad with girls, but not bad with people. With his time with the limelight finished, class began, and he was able to regain his breath. He was hungry, but not hungry enough to excuse himself to the vending machine and risk the trouble that was usually coupled with it. It was only Wednesday, after all, he still had the rest of the week to get in some kind of minor trouble.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:46 am
 J E S S I C A ♥ J E N K I N S BUT I'M NOT EVERY GIRL
AND I DON'T NEED THAT { W O R L D }
TO VALIDATE ME xxxxxxxxxxxx don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart.'CAUSE SHORTY GOT A JOB xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSHORTY GOT A CAR
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSHORTY CAN PAY HER OWN RENT. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 
Jessica let out a slight yawn after she had finished up the chores designated for her to complete before heading to school. This meant that she was awake at precisely 5:30 every morning, and although she was used to it, sometimes she did get a little tired. Especially if she had been up late studying the night before. Her parents were very strict - she was to help with the family's farm, but at the same time she was to excel academically. Occasionally, they pushed her to join extra-curricular activities, but so far she'd managed to dodge adding something else to her already packed schedule. Thankfully everything was completed with enough time for her to get ready for another day of school before standing out in the snow to catch the metro bus.
Jessica did own a car that she had saved up enough money to buy. It wasn't the prettiest or newest car out there, but she was proud that she actually afforded it herself. Unfortunately, it needed some repairs, and she currently didn't have enough to fix it. She had asked her parents, but they were stringent about cash and told her that she would need to take the bus to school until she could earn the money herself, that way, when she could drive again, she would appreciate it more.
Waiting for the metro bus was definitely cold on this particular January morning, but thankfully she didn't have to wait very long before climbing inside and flashing her pass to the driver. He smiled at her, recognizing her as a regular rider since her car had stopped working. She returned the smile and sat down in one of the seats towards the back where it was quieter, and put in her headphones. Her parents hadn't wanted her to purchase the iPod, but she had saved up money from working for a while to buy it, and it was something she really wanted anyway. They were right, though, she did appreciate it more that she had earned the money for it herself instead of them buying it for her. She flipped through some of the songs she had until she stumbled upon one that she felt particularly like listening to, and began to softly sing the lyrics along with Sonny Rhodes.
"Take my love, take my land. Take me where I cannot stand. I don't care; I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me," Jessica didn't notice that some of the other people on the bus were watching her. Sometimes she thought she was singing quietly, but with headphones on, she wasn't always as quiet as she thought. "There's no place I can be, since I've found Serenity. You can't take the sky from me."
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When she finally got off the bus in front of the high school, she looked at her watch and realized that if she didn't hustle, she would be late for homeroom. She had never been late before. Running in the direction of her homeroom, she dashed to her usual seat just in time for the bell to ring.
Out Of Coffee ﹛ click the image of "love" for Jessica's themesong. PS, cool points to anyone who can tell what the song is from (except Nilla, 'cause she's already got the cool points as she already knows.) ﹜
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:42 pm
E T H A N XL A R G O N I ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  Ethan awoke to the noises of others walking about the house. Looking at the time he figured he would have a bit more time to sleep and then settled back into his bed. After a few moments the actual fact hit him. No, he had no more time to sleep. Public school started at 7:30. When Ethan first heard that, he thought that whoever ran public schools were crazy. Either that or they liked to torture kids. If Ethan had it his way then he would make it so he would never have to wake up before eight and even then it would be early.
Ethan wasn’t sure what to think of attending a new school. He would miss his old one – to a point. He would miss the familiarity of it. New experiences where always a little strange at first and it was basically that way with everyone. At least, that’s what he assumed. He thought he would miss his friends but that wasn’t all too likely. Sure, there were some that remained his friends once his family lost their high standings. He could handle some of what happened. It wasn’t a secret that there were people who would pretend to be friends with others because of the money. What really hurt was losing his girlfriend that way.
The instant Ethan told his girl that his dad had lost his job she was a bit sympathetic…until she realized that it meant Ethan wasn’t rich anymore. Once the realization came along she suggested they see other people. Talk about a slap in the face. Of course, Ethan just decided to be mad at the girl. He thought it was pointless to be sad and instead he would just try and move on. A new start. Ethan would miss having money like he used to. It certainly was going to be strange around the house but he would make it work.
Finally pulling himself from the bed, Ethan got ready for the day. It only took him around ten minutes to shower and get dressed. Then he picked up his backpack and grabbed his cellphone. He was a bit surprised to find a text already in the morning. He had no idea who would be texting him this early. He didn’t even know any of his friends who would be up at this time. After reading the message he rolled his eyes. Of course, it would be his sister, using a name he hated. Entering the kitchen he held up his phone with the text message on it. ”If you ever actually say this to me in public, I’ll hurt you.” It was the normal sibling teasing that he always gave his sister.
(I hope this post is alright) ❝ And I wonder if you ever s e e ~ Will you still believe? ❞
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:31 pm
kissmeI'mbeautiful(Give 'em an a c t with lots of flash in it,
And the reaction will be p a s s i o n a t e)▬ ▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬❥ ♛ mwahmwahAva had been leaning her neck against the arm of the chair, her golden waves tumbling over the side and swinging ever so slightly, when she saw her brother slink into the kitchen through the open door. She lifted her head, her eyes flitting towards his phone and a wide, mischievous grin unfolding on her lips. She waved away the threat with loose flick of her wrist before hopping out of her seat and trotting towards him. “Is the Ether Bunny mad?” Ava teased, sticking her tongue out at him and prancing out of his reach just in case he took a half-hearted swipe. She hoisted her bag onto the kitchen island and positioned herself on the opposite end, her mood considerably boosted by their interaction. At least this was normal.
mwahmwahAva hopped up onto the marble surface and swung her legs absently, narrowing her eyes in mock-hostility towards her brother for just a moment before she rolled and refocused them. “You ready for this joke?” She prompted, referring to their first day in the public school system and reaching into a glass bowl for branch of unusually hard grapes. Temporarily distracted, the blond heiress struggled to rip a grape from its stem and raised it to her silver-specked eyes. Her jaw dropped into an astonished O. “You’re kidding me, right?” Three expressions flickered over her features so quickly; it was difficult to catch them. The first was disbelieving disgust, the second was wild-eyed panic, but both were quickly eliminated as Ava rearranged her expression into one of mild amusement. The grape was plastic. The grape was plastic. Ava flicked it back into the bowl, where it landed with a subtle clink.
mwahmwahHer hands fell back into her lap as the youngest Largoni made a visible effort to seem unfazed. Her eyes drifted back to her brother. She cleared her throat delicately and blinked back the sudden onset of inexplicable tears. I’m just nervous, is all. Her blink paid off and the hot tears sank until her eyes were dry and clear once more. She arched her brows in an expression of vaguely amused indifference. “We’re late already. I say we pull a Ferris Bueller. Don't lie. I know you want to.” Except, with her brother, Ava hardly ever really did know what he wanted. She'd assumed, as per usual, matching his motives to her own without a second thought. "There's some poor-people crap in the cabinet, if you're hungry." She added, nodding her head back in the direction of said cabinet. She purposefully failed to mention just how repulsive their breakfast options were.
mwahmwahSpeaking of which... Ava dug through her bag before pulling out a small package of gum and eagerly popping a piece into her mouth to clear the taste of Cap'n Yumbites. She almost shuddered just thinking about it. It tasted so...common. It's cloying, abrasive sweetness reminded her of blindingly bright supermarkets. Of course, the Largoni girl had only ever stepped in one once and even that had been as a dare. She remembered buying a bag of store-brand chips and tasting them outside with her friends. They didn't taste that different from the ones she was accustomed to, but what they represented was enough to make her spit them out. They tasted like a poor person's want for decadence. Ava Desiree Largoni blew a mint-green bubble and popped it obnoxiously before her brother could. A V A ❂ DESIREE ❂ L A R G O N I
What if your hinges all are rusting?
THE D A R L I N G , D I S T R E S S E D DAUGHTER
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting?
[[Outfit in top picture.]]
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:27 pm
↪Larry M. Largoni↩She's so glad, she's telling all the w o r l d
That her baby buys her things, you know.
He buys her diamond rings you know,
She said so!
She's in love with me and I feel fine.▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ 
Larry had snuck away into his office to make a quick phone call. He had to call this Marcus fellow about his job offer. He had grabbed his small laptop and searched through his emails for the number he was promised. His made sure his door was closed before punching in the numbers into the phone on his desk. He picked up the receiver and listened to the rings. His impatience drawing thin as his fingers tapped against the wood of the beautifully furnished desk. Finally, the distinct click perked him up.
”It’s Marcus, what’cha want?”
The voice had a thick Italian accent; Larry tried to keep his voice as clear as he could. He didn’t want to accidentally mock his potential employer. ”Hey, it’s Larry, Larry Largoni?” A laugh echoed in the receiver and Larry felt nervous, but the reply settled his stomach. ”Oh, yeah! Mister Largoni! So, you’re interested in the job, eh?” Another laugh, Larry started to feel nervous again. He started to join in on the joke, but he had a feeling that Marcus had some kind of inside story that Larry was not apart of.
”Meet me in at PearHut in two hours, you know, the one at the strip mall in Derbyville? The town you live in?” Larry was about to respond when he heard a knock and the door open. He whispered into the phone and hung up right before his wife stood in the threshold and spoke to him so sweetly. What made him feel so wrong wasn’t that her voice sounded so gentle and sweet, like she was sugar coating her question. By her tone, Larry could read something in the subtext. She was expecting something and she was worried.
To fill the gap and to answer her, he simply smiled, ”I think I have a great opportunity, I may have things back to normal in no time.”
The only time she seemed so expectant and worried was when there was a big event planned. He quickly racked his brain for every possible reason. He looked down at his calender and found, in red ink and circled many times: “Nell’s Birthday!” His eyes widened and he smacked himself before jumping from his chair, ”Oh, Nell…” He felt obliged to give her something, but ever since he lost the business his income had been slacking. He’s been so busy trying to get a job that he barely had time to check the calendar. ”I promise,” He scratched the back of his head. ”I know what today is, I’m just…” He started to walk towards her, ”I promise to take you out, then we can have a night in with the kids, watch whatever movie you want!”
He looked over at the time and felt his gut clench. He brushed passed her, but pecked her check and squeezed her hands lovingly. ”Kids! You better be in the car or there’ll be hell to pay!” He grabbed his car keys off the hook and opened the front door. He knew his kids weren’t going to like the new, cheaper car. It was going to be much different from the limos and the Lamborghini . It was a small black sedan, it was a nice car but to his kids he knew they wouldn’t want to be caught dead in it. He hopped into the driver’s side and turned the car on. He waited for the kids to get in impatiently. He was going to make sure they got to school, if he needed to he’d walk them in and excuse them for their absences with the excuse about car problems. Public schools usually excused that kind of bullshit, right?
When the kids finally got into the car, Larry pulled out onto the street and flipped the radio on. He tried to find a station with music, but early in the morning it was mainly just talk shows. Just his luck, he found a show that mentioned his name and how his business had come to an end. Larry shut it off quickly. He wanted to crash the car into a tree. He hated it when the press got into his business. He just hoped that it wouldn’t effect his kids at all. He had a feeling they would hate him. Out of all the things he didn’t want his kids to do, hate him was the worst possible thing.
The car ride was rather short, close to around twenty minutes. He didn’t want to make conversation with them, he knew they would just complain and try to talk him into turning around and home schooling them. He smirked at his thought, but quickly let it drop. The school came into view and he pulled into the driveway. He parked right infront of the entrance. ”Should I come in with you? If they ask why you're late, explain that you had some kind of car trouble… I don’t want your first day to mark you as bad kids."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:14 pm
E T H A N XL A R G O N I ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Ethan rolled his eyes at his sister’s comment. She was lucky she was out of his reach. He would have smacked her in the back of the head. Why she insisted on making jokes about his name he had no idea. It calmed him slightly to think that all little sisters were like this. He was just glad that he only had one. Ava was obviously not excited about school. Ethan was a bit. This was his chance to make a new start and he was going to do the best he could.
Ethan had no intentions of hiding his laugh when his sister tried to eat a plastic grape. For one, the look on her face was priceless, and it was simply hilarious. ”Smooth.” He had fun teasing his sister. He didn’t know anyone who didn’t enjoy such things with their siblings and even if someone were to tell him that they got along with their sibling, he would call them a liar. He always liked when he had the upper hand against Ava. Of course, that’s how it should be, he was older after all.
Her comment about pulling a Ferris Bueller was interesting. It would be quite fun to have that feeling of skipping school, however, what was the point in missing school when there was no one to really miss you yet. ”What are you talking about? Half the fun of going to school now is that fact that you get to make an entrance.” He was wondering what the reaction would be to when he finally entered into his first class.
Just then, Ethan heard his dad yelling at the two of them to get in the car. He looked at his sister briefly and shrugged. ”Time to go.” Without waiting for Ava to follow him, Ethan walked towards the garage. The car that he would be riding in was…fine. Ethan couldn’t really lie and say that he was fine not having his own car to drive or being driven in a limo. His new image certainly wasn’t going to be helped by his dad dropping him off at school. Of course, there was nothing he could do about it now.
Getting into the car, he glanced at his dad and offered him a small smile as a greeting. Then he glanced out the window waiting on his sister. Once she was in the car, he focused on the scenery outside. It wasn’t the best by far. In fact, it was all rather dull. Ethan just wanted to get to school and get the day started already. He was a bit glad that his dad didn’t force conversation. That was the last thing he needed.
At his dad’s comment, Ethan had to speak up. ”No need to come in, Dad, really.” He wasn’t so sure if he agreed with his dad statements about not wanting to be labeled as a bad kid. That might be an interesting spin.
❝ And I wonder if you ever s e e ~ Will you still believe? ❞
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:26 pm
kissmeI'mbeautiful(Give 'em an a c t with lots of flash in it,
And the reaction will be p a s s i o n a t e)▬ ▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬❥ ♛ mwahmwahAva had just shrugged on her trench coat and scooped up her bag from the table when her father breezed by and out the door. Oh, god. It was snowing. How hadn’t she noticed? As if to amend her poor choice in dress, the blond daughter slipped on a pair of cloud-soft earmuffs and headed for the door. “Shotgun!” She called over her shoulder, squeezing past her brother in the doorway and speeding out of the colossal Largoni household. She came to a skidding stop in front of---What is that?! Ava found herself frozen in place, her light eyes wide, as she registered what she was seeing. Her brows knitted together and she just barely resisted the urge to spin on her heel and bolt back into the house. Instead, Ava pursed her lips and, to make the true extent of her displeasure known, tore open the back door instead of the front. Once she was settled, Ava slammed it shut and crossed her arms. She was uncharacteristically silent for all twenty minutes of her commute, her steely glaze always focused just outside the window. When the car came to a stop and her father began to speak, Ava couldn’t help but feel particularly resentful. “I don’t want your first day to mark you as bad kids.” Ava huffed a bitter laugh through her nose and delivered her parting words in an rare, cruelly flat tone. “Yeah, right. Bye, Dad.” With that said, Ava Desiree Largoni leaped out of the car and flung the door shut behind her.
mwahmwahShe loved her father, she truly did, but she couldn’t help but let her temper flare when she was slapped in the face with such blatant poverty. Of course, where they stood now was hardly poor. They were middle class. Not even upper middle class. And she’d been happy to play along with the game while they were in their comfortably indulgent house. Back there, she could pretend public school was just a threat, nestled among mountains of rich pillows and surrounded by physical wealth.
mwahmwahShe pretended not to notice the way some things—an acclaimed painting or a prized chair—vanished. She pretended not to pay attention to the vans that came to take their things away. She pretended not to care about her favorite, priciest It-Bags suddenly disappearing or almost all of her credit cards being frozen. But most of all, she pretended it was all just a regrettable bump in their lives that they would soon pass. She pretended until she believed.
mwahmwahAva stormed off towards the building, grimacing as newly formed slush seeped through her boots and dampened her socks. The thick snow clung to her hair and shone like pearls as the newcomer marched towards her newest, second home—Public School. She paused just before the doors, a pause meant to allow her brother to catch up with her, but didn’t look back.
mwahmwahAs she waited, Ava extracted her schedule from her bag and read it, shielding the paper from the snow with her body. A slow, shuddering sigh passed her lips as she collected herself. Rule Number Two of being a Socialite: One never made an appearance when distraught. She carefully removed her earmuffs and pushed them into the depths of her bag before examining her reflection one last time in the glass of the door. Ava willed a completely convincing, bubbly smile to her lips and didn’t bother to check if Ethan was behind her before pulling open the door and waltzing in. The pearly snow in her hair hadn’t even had a chance to melt when she appeared in the doorway of her first class with her trench coat open and her cheeks flatteringly flushed from the cold.
mwahmwahShe stepped inside the room and turned her head just slightly towards her new fellow students. Her eyes danced about the student body, looking completely cheerful and warm while they speedily absorbed every detail and stored the information for later judgment. She turned towards the teacher and offered them a winsome smile. “Hi. Sorry I’m late. I’m Ava Largoni.” The teacher was quiet for a moment and Ava could tell she was being judged. She continued to smile and reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear in a gesture of modesty. After a beat, the teacher directed the newcomer to her seat in front of a pacifistic-looking boy about her age. Ava glided over to her—ugh—desk and slipped in without a sound. As she shrugged off her trench coat and turned to drape it over the back of her chair, Ava offered the boy a small, noncommittal smile before facing the teacher again, careful to keep her expression calm and content, regardless of how furiously her heart thudded against its bone cage. A V A ❂ DESIREE ❂ L A R G O N I
What if your hinges all are rusting?
THE D A R L I N G , D I S T R E S S E D DAUGHTER
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting?
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