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 Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 8:58 pm
Amelia ValentineAmelia accepted the hair band (mostly because he put it in her hand) but made no move to tie her hair up and away from her face; she tucked it into her backpack. She nodded when Draco mentioned the Electric Violin. Amelia had played it before, of course she had; all decent 'players had at least had fun with one or three before. Since she didn't oft have a partner, Amelia usually just hooked it up to a looping station and had at it. She accepted his card, simply because he handed it to her, only half listening to what he was saying. Amelia had tuned out when Draco mentioned the word "band." She did not like loud noises, music especially, and "bands" promised them.
"Da svidan’ya, Draco."
Amelia tucked the card into the same pocket of her bookbag as the hair tie had disappeared into; she stood still, watching Draco's back as he hurried off to his next class. She thought that perhaps she should be doing the same, but then, she felt Emerson behind her and all such thoughts were gone. Amelia turned to see him chatting up a (vaguely) pretty girl; a flash of jealousy seared through her then, making her frown somewhat. The frown deepened when the (vaguely) pretty girl had the nerve to approach her and shove her notebook in her face. Out of sheer habit, Amelia read the line quickly; she hook her head.
"No."
Just that, and nothing more. Before long, Core trudged on, leaving the twins alone. Emerson smiled and pulled Amelia into a tight hug.
"Mei-mei, you shouldn't frown so; it will give you wrinkles and it doesn't fit your face."
"Mei-mei only by a few minutes, Em. Come on, we're late to class."
[That poor girl. I'd hate to be dropped on my a** while we were making love. Speaking of E. violin's, I have a favorite artist who preforms with them. Alex Mitchell? He's a ******** beast with them.
Electic Violin_1
Electric Violin_2]
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:15 pm
¤ xxxCornettaxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxVasquezxxx¤ My Ҫ ѳ я eShe had been at the halfway mark of the expansive sports field when Amelia uttered her one word response. Core stopped and used her dreadfully sensitive hearing to listen to the mumblings of the twins. Her feet had come to a halt. In her head, she was deliberating with herself about the pros and cons of returning to them and enquiring even further about Amelia's choice or to leave it alone for now and pay more attention to her almost complete projects for the year. As the numerous options surrounded her mind, Core turned with her pen already in her book. Her hand was writing the question that was sure to burn a hole in her brain if she did not get out fast enough. The unsettling close hold that Emerson had his sister did not faze her as she found it too boring for words or many thoughts.
"Why not?" she asked via the page, lifting the book to the other girl's face for a second longer than the last time this action had taken place. She gulped visibly but that was because her mind was thinking nervously and she hated to show that she was feeling that way to anyone. It had to be the worst weakness to show since it was more than likely linked to a variety of others in that split second. When her book left Amelia's line of vision, Core stood there and stared more at her than her brother, waiting for another quick, abrupt response. »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:54 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia didn't exactly think it was any of Core's business, but she'd asked the question. Amelia was in the habit (usually) of answering questions.
"Because loud noises give me headaches. Bands produce loud noises."
Emerson's arms were still wrapped around Amelia, almost protectively. He gave Core a pleasant smile and released his twin, stepping back away from her so that they were again at an appropriate distance from each other. He dribbled idly with the football at his feet, lifting his eyes back to Core's face only when his words were finished; unlike Amelia, Emerson enjoyed talking.
"Maybe you should join the band? I'm sure you'd be a fantastic singer."
Amelia tugged lightly on Emerson's long-sleeved blazer, like she used to do to get his attention when they were younger.
"Em, you're making me late for our history. You know how Adams is about tardies and we still have to finish the project on Charlemagne before the week's done."
"Nice little conversation we had. Da svidan’ya, drug."
Emerson gave Core a little wave and kicked his ball back up into his waiting arms. He followed Amelia back into campus and hurried through the main building to their wing of classes. True to Amelia's words, they were late, but not nearly as late as they could have been.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:30 pm
¤ xxxCornettaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVasquezxxx¤ My Ҫ ѳ я eCore listened attentively to Amelia's reason and logic behind it. She nodded at the girl and the sudden movement of the ball stole her focus, her eyes following each thrust into the air that it made. Her mind was already calculating a new batch of physics problems for the sophmore class that she tutored. Emerson was lucky that his question even made it through the mathematical haze. However, his question perplexed her even more than Amelia steadfast refusal to partner with Draco in his band. Why would he say such a thing to the one person in the school known for not making sound for any old reason. A near death experience would not make her talk, worse yet write something out. It was wonder that she even standing there and having an actual conversation with them.
How can you be so sure? she thought to herself. Her head leaned a few degrees to the right while her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the boy to express her utter bewilderment at his strange certainty that she would be - how had he put it? - a fanatastic singer. This look did not last long though as she reverted quickly to her usual blank stare in time to take in Amelia's plea about some project due by the end of the week. It was something about Charlemagne, the medieval King known to only those who cared to read further up on such times and King Arthur while they were at it. Immediately, the studious girl dived into her bag and came up seconds later with a folder. She would have used her mouth at this point, considering that this was a pet peeve of hers. Instead, Core went to the back of her notebook and wrote for the twins that if they needed anymore information, the back of the main library was the best place to look. In addition, she said through the written word that this was just a precaution note since the likeliness of them not having enough information in one of her folders was literally unfathomable. Under three minutes, she managed to write this and hand over the documents and note to them. She could always track them down if they failed to return it to her promptly after submitting their projects. It was a known rule amongst the few that she assisted academically. With a last look at the two, Core began her journey again to the main library but took it slower in case they called her back indirectly for the second time.
[Edited.] »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:28 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco didn't have a class at the moment. In fact he rarely was in class seeing as he had doubled up his freshman and sophomore years in lew of taking a fine arts class. So now he had about three times as much fine arts as he wanted. In fact the Symphonic Ensemble was setting up, which included Draco at the upright bass, bow in hand. He was paging through the piece they would playing today. Who else could he recruit. He had never thought to go outside this room to recruit. There were almost three hundred seniors, and only fifteen in this room. So that left two hundred and eighty five potential candidates, and if he added more, juniors his range broadened.
They began, it was slow mournful piece, depicting a young couple in love. This was a tragedy in his mind as he imagined the couple being torn apart by, not their families, but by their hatred for each other. In love and hating each other for past doings. Truly horrifying. As the piece came to its climactic end, a battle between friends over the girl, a battle between the upright and the cello. The violin interceding the couple solidified into two people. It was Amelia, trying to stop Emerson and himself from killing each other. Draco nearly lost his ability to play at the graphic image of him and the Valentine sibling fight over Amelia, and one point he did. The director knew Draco had an over active imagination as he played and let it slide. It was a side affect of being so musically talented, you tended to see the meaning in the notes.
"Sorry about earlier Ms. Islington. Mind got carried away." They were alone now, the rest of the ensemble breaking for lunch and then afternoon courses.
"I found an unlikely recruit. Amelia Valentine. Though she seems apprehensive about it, probably to due with the swirling rumors about my relaxed lifestyle." Well it was true seeing as he was stroking his teachers hair and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. Ms. Islington was one of the few flames he visited often, mostly at her request. It had been just a simple bet with a guy who had been a senior his junior year. Well Draco had won that bet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 10:19 am
Amelia Valentine
Amelia took the offered folder without a word. After they'd reemerged from "Note land" ("that mystically, magical place of PowerPoints full of useful facts," as Adams put it) she had a few moments to look over Core's folder. After a few minutes of reading, Amelia became engrossed in it; it had, she was sure, every known fact and rumor about the French ruler. She read until she heard the bell chime, signaling that the class had ended. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, closing the folder. Where did that girl say she would be?... Amelia felt the inane urge to find her and arrange for a study date. What was her name? She frowned.
"Emerson, that girl we were talking to, before history, what was her name? The one that kept shoving her notebook into our face?"
Emerson shrugged. He noted that Amelia had slipped back into her old twin slang, well, somewhat anyway. Amelia had referred to them as a single entity, but in two bodies. Our face.
"I never asked; she never told me. Why?"
"I want to talk to her."
Why else would I wish to find her again? Amelia loved her Emerson dearly, but sometimes he could be all jock, and no brains. She knew he was intelligent (brilliant some had called him) but it was all book and no logic. Emerson laughed. He has the most marvelous laugh.
"Good luck with that. I wonder if she even has a tongue. Maybe she's an Ellen Jamesian?"
"Sick."
Amelia made a face and followed the wake of her brother as he made a hole through the milling crowds of the students. She had music next, while Emerson had one of his languages. Amelia thought it might be French, but she wouldn't swear to it. They parted with murmured words and headed their own ways. Amelia regressed back into deep thoughts again about both Core and Charlemagne; imagine then, her shock into reality when she walked in on Ms. Islington and Draco who were both in highly compromising positions. Amelia just stood there and stared, her hand still on the door's handle while Islington slowly came back into the reality and starting screaming.
[EDIT: The Ellen Jamesian are a society of women who cut off their tongues in protest the rape of an eleven-year-old girl, Ellen James, whose tongue was cut off by her attackers in order to prevent her from identifying them.Ha-ha on the rapists, she wrote out extremely descriptive descriptions of them and they were all caught and tried within the year.]
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 7:32 am
¤ xxxCornettaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVasquezxxx¤ My Ҫ ѳ я eCore walked briskly through the building, managing to push her way through the crowd of the student body while reading her latest timetable. Oddly, she had not learned it off as yet and still had to ask other people about the next course. Maybe it was just nerves. This was their last year after all. The teenager bagged the schedule and waded some more through the sea until the respective doorway came into her line of vision. There were a few students taking up space already in the Language Lab but Core ignored this and took her usual seat in the upper right corner of the classroom. Languages, especially French, was her worst subject. Of course, the straight As were not a testimony to that but it was the truth. One had to pronouce and say things to others while having the perfect accent and whatnot. Absolute torture, if you asked her. »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 8:03 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco's hand went over Ms. Islington's mouth, cutting the scream to nothing. It could have been a lot worse. They had only started to get hot and heavy, his hand under her skirt, hers trying to undue his pants. Draco stared daggers towards Amelia, but didn't move for a second as he winced when his band director bit into his hand. Draco removed it and Ms. Islington stood up.
"Get straightened up Darla, I'll talk to Amelia." Miss Islington didn't acknowledge him as she walk up the aisle and into the Preforming Arts building lobby. She was headed to the bathrooms. Draco sucked her sweetness off his fingers and then wiped them dry on his pants, finally turning to Amelia.
"So Miss Valentine, you have now walked in on a tenured teacher and one of her students in a very, very compromising situation. What are we going to do about this." Draco had paced around her and closed the door that led back to the band room. They usually practiced on stage, but Miss Islington would have them set up in the actual band hall so Draco could talk to Amelia. His occasional lover was quite intelligent. Draco pulled out a set of keys and locked the door so no one could get in and interrupt them.
"So it seems we are at your mercy, which I could hope is a lot. Miss Islington and I aren't in love, we aren't going to run off an get married as soon I graduate. We are to humans who enjoy the pleasurable company we can give each other, and if you could keep that to yourself, we'll try not to get carried away again. So what do you say Miss Valentine?" Draco was sweating bullets on the inside. His facade was blank, unreadable. He was still the suave sophisticate musician he had always been, but had nearly been caught with his pants down. Now he was at the mercy of a girl he had barely talked to, knew she was in one of his classes, but had always never noticed. That tended to happen when you became so engrossed in your music or in fact in your teacher occasionally. Other options began to play through his head. Bribery, was always the first one, and it would probably work. He had a ton of money stashed away, money he had stolen from his father. Nearly ten million dollars siphoned from the main account. What to do?
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:32 am
Amelia Valentine
Amelia was slightly confused. Are we in a movie? Draco was certainly acting like they were; he even locked the door in a dramatic manner and was pacing in a slow circle around her, like a shark. Would he try to kill her to hide the evidence? Amelia knew of course that that was highly unlikely. Then again...If the rumors were to be believed (and in general, Amelia believed them) Draco served some time in the lock down. She tensed up every time he drifted out of her line of sight, then relaxed again. What do I say?
"I say you're moronic."
They were at school, for crying out loud. ********. Right before Islington's next class was due, and with the door not even locked; the couple was just asking to be walked in on. What if it hadn't been Amelia who strolled in, but the Dean? Or one of the Headmasters? Sexual Conduct with a student was one of the few offenses to loose tenure (and often the post) over. Idiots. She liked Ms. Islington, but didn't think she was very bright; this just cemented that thought.
"And stop calling me 'miss.'"
Amelia dropped her bag against the wall where the book bags were destined to wait during the period and proceeded to ignore Draco. She used her key to unlock the instrument closet and retrieved her violin from the shelf marked Valentine in black sharpie. Amelia locked the closet back up behind her, out of habit. She took her seat in the first row; Amelia had the Third Seat of the Violins. Meaning, she was quite good, but not fantastic. She figured that with a little more effort, she could've had the First Seat, but Amelia just didn't care that much. She unlocked the case, and drew her bow and violin out almost reverently. She put the instrument to one side and retrieved her rosin and began to run the bow along the block. If there was only one thing in the world she loved (besiding of course, Emerson), it was her Stradivarius fiddle. Amelia kept it in prime condition, always. It had been a Sweet Sixteen present from her father, costing the family a pretty penny too!
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:51 am
Emerson Valentine
When Emerson finally made it to class (with seconds before the chime sounded) he discovered that his loyal friends had neglected to save him a seat by them. Or anywhere, in fact. The only place left open was right up front. Next to the weirdly quiet girl. He sighed slightly and put on a smile as he slide into the seat beside her, ignoring the snickers of the people behind them.
"So! We meet again. Small school, eh?"
Emerson dug through his bag and surfaced with his Language notebook; he flipped past Russian (first period), Latin (third), and Greek (fourth) to reach French (sixth). A lightly munched on cheap, plastic black ink pen was already perched in his hand. Emerson started to copy down the Bell Work from the SmartBoard onto his paper mindlessly; he already knew all that stuff. His father was Russian, his mother was French and Amelia refused to speak anything but English as they were growing up. He was only taking the class because it was required of him for his Languages major. A sudden thought occurred to Emerson, making him stop writing.
"Say, girl, can I see your tongue? I know this sounds weird, but can you just humor me?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 10:35 am
¤ xxxCornettaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVasquezxxx¤ My Ҫ ѳ я eEmerson's presence did not register till the snickering behind them had grown unbearable in all senses of the word. How could she have forgotten that he was in this class? She would have to change classes if he brought the amused sounds and by chance, began mistaking them for friends. Core finished her exercise. Writing French was not a problem. Speaking it was another novel by itself. It had been ten minutes since his second question. She had not even bothered responding to the first one since it made no sense and was the worst icebreaker that she had heard in all her life. The girl pulled her talking notebook from her bag on the floor and placed on top of the pile of books in front of her.
"Why?" she said, sliding the ripped out page with a pen over to him. That was the first time that she had felt it necessary to rip out more than one page in a day and hand over said pages to another human being for their use. Undoubtedly, the rumours had reached her ears but putting in the effort to disprove them did not appeal to her in the slightest. Just then, the bell rang. People had already started to exit the room, rushing for a break between their classes or leaving the Study Blocks for the dorms, classes finished for them. Core belonged in the latter but had more need of the library services before walking back home. She stole the paper and pen, not giving the football captain the chance to write his response if he would do that.
"Walk with me," was written in the next line and with her things already in order, Core made her way out of the Language lab and back to her real home. »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 1:08 pm
Emerson Valentine
Emerson sighed; not only would he not be getting to see Core's tongue, but now he was following her like...like...some love sick puppy! And while Emerson knew the truths of his infatuations (and hopefully no one else would), he still had his reputation to up hold. Following girls around who were decidedly below his food chain would not help that any. Emerson decided to get it over as quickly as possible; he was missing his study hall period, and for once, he had s**t to finish.
"Look...Cory, is it? Look Cory, I'm on my study hall time right now; you could just save both of us a little bit of time and trouble and just stick out your tongue. If you have one, that is."
He thought a lie might help speed up the process somewhat. By this time, they'd already left the main building and were half way through the outside commons; the main library was looking less and less inviting with every stride.
"My sister and I, Amelia, we have a bet going. I have fifty lire saying you have a tongue, and she's got fifty saying you haven't. This game of yours, of you not speaking, it's real cute, it is, but I have fifty on this. It means absolutely nothing to you, just to put out your tongue."
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 1:54 pm
¤ xxxCornettaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVasquezxxx¤ My Ҫ ѳ я eCore stopped. She turned to face the boy. It was itching her to say something vocally but the girl repressed this urge and took to her notebook once again.
"I have a tongue. You don't need to see it but you can tell your sister that you did," she held this up for him to see but removed it for second to add,"By the way, my name is Cornetta but I don't answer to it. If you ever feel the need to use a sobriquet, Core is the only option. Have fun in study hall." The page faced him for five seconds before she looked back at him, a small smile straining to reveal itself. »I'm in a mood.
Proceed with caution or not at all.«
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