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 Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 1:41 pm
Primitivo Anima: bittersweet  Zoey Marie Bronson __❖❖❖XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXwhat they seeXXXXX↘↘↘XXXXXXXXXXXXXsнouτ ιτ ouτxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxZoe or whatever fitsXXXXXXXXXXXXXdocτoя sαγs ι'm αxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxgirl unlike all the restXXXXXXXXXXXXXвlεw ouτ τнιs мαɴγ cακεsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtwenty oneXXXXXXXXXXXXXτнεγ мακε мε вlusнxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxmen, you can't live without them.XXXXXXXXXXXXXιτ мακεs мε sρεcιαlxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAutomatic Writingmagic withinXXXXXXXX↘↘↘XXXXXXXXXXXXXτнε яεαl мεZoey is a girl who sings in the shower, cleans up her own dishes, and stands on solid ground. She’s a girl who’s always there to listen, whether you want her to or not. Making sure you’re truly okay before she walks away is how she operates, otherwise you’ll be on her mind all day and she won’t be able to concentrate. Sometimes she’ll start on something and then come back to it later if something else more important pops up. But no matter what, she always finishes what she starts, even if it’s not perfect. Mistakes are okay to make; it’s how you become who you are today. If she’s not sure about one thing, Zoey will ask around and find out whatever she needs to, even if that means going to the library. She’s very open to new ideas and in depth conversations. Talking is pretty much how she stays so sane, but she doesn’t go overboard. Zoey knows when to shut up, she just knows when the right time to speak up is as well. Taking crap from someone is definitely not the way she thinks. You have a problem, you tell her, or you might eventually find yourself screwed.XXXXXXXXXXXXXвαвγ ριcτuяεsFor the most part, Zoey's life has been a pretty steady beat. Until the age of seven when a major shift involving her parents divorce happened, the girl had nothing to complain about. But even then, when daddy moved out, taking her older brother Todd with him, she couldn't argue. Mom and dad simply didn't love each other anymore, so everyone was on good terms. The families stayed close and every once in a while Zoey will stay at dad's. No harm done there, unless dad were to see what his little girl could do.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 2:02 pm
 [01] TOC & News [02] The Play [03] Guys [04] Girls
[05] Rules [06] Relations [07] The House
[08] Extraa [09] Extraa [10] Cut the Ribbon --x
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 4:50 pm
 One eight hour flight and seven hours of driving was the estimated time it would take to reach the house secluded in an area of mountains. "Well, this can't be all bad, can it Lo?" Eric asked the dog laying next to him. The elkhound lifted his chin from its resting position and gave a small wimper. "Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too bud. The parents aren't that bad, really. But I'll understand you being anti-social. Just don't get sent away like me, okay?" The dog groaned again laid his head back down as Eric rose from his bed and grabbed his shoes from the floor by the door. He clicked Loki into his leash and walked him the fifty feet to his parent's house. Living in the guesthouse of his parent's place wasn't so bad if one didn't mind the constant checking.
Eric opened the back door of the house that led straight into the kitchen and the other options of continuing upstairs or the basement. The twenty year old turned left towards the kitchen and released Loki from his restricted walking range. "Hey mom," he said when the woman came into sight. Katrine looked up from the sink where she had been washing dishes from breakfast and smiled to her son. "Morning sweetie," she said over the running water. The dog stood still by Eric, almost ready to leave whenever he did, even though Eric knew Lo would be staying, and so did he. Eric's mother turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a towel while walking toward her only son. "So, are you ready?" she asked. Eric slowly nodded for his mother's approval and told her how to care for Loki. She only looked at him like he was dumb for telling her how to watch a dog.
"Mom, I'm being serious. I want my dog to be alive when I get back. And I do mean when I get back. You're not getting rid of me," he said. His mother only continued to look at him until her husband walked in, fastening a watch to his wrist, with a plain expression on his face. Honestly, if you walked into the Karlson house, you wouldn't be able to tell who had more say in the family. Both mom and dad acted the same, and by the look Eric's dad was giving him, he knew it was time to go get his things and put them in the car. This only supported the reason to go away to the states and get married. His parents were so controlling, even after he was of age and moved out of the main house. When he got back, he was taking Loki and leaving.
Eric walked out of the house, leaving his dog in his mother's hands and went to grab the things he was taking with him. After locking the door behind him, the dirty blond took his bags to the car and tossed them into the back seat. His father was already in the driver's seat waiting for him, so when he was seated on the passenger's side, they were on their way. His dad didn't say much. He only reminded Eric as to why he was spending three months in the house and who he was going to be marrying. His eyes were not to be on anyone else and the boy was only to get to know the betrothed girl. All along the way though, Eric was thinking how good it would feel to be away from the people who raised him. He never really like their parenting style to begin with, so the arranged marriage thing didn't exactly rock the boat. In his opinion it was a rather smart idea, but he also believed in finding your own love and taking the process slowly. Eric only had three months to get to know this girl who his parents had chosen, and three months was not at all long enough for him. He was the type to wait like a year and then decided where to go from there. But this was a good kick in the right direction.
From the flight, to the driver with the sign, to the house, Eric had only had more and more time to think about the situation he had been placed in. Although he had thought the idea was somewhat alright to begin with, by the time he saw the house, the boy was thoroughly unhappy about being here. Who were his parents to tell him what he was allowed to do with his life? He was freaking twenty years old. It wasn't like they would have to wait nine years to get grandchildren. But, his parents had also been involved in an arranged marriage, so maybe they thought it was just how things had to be. Well, they were going to get a wake up call, because this was seriously bull.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:05 pm
 Barely getting any sleep the night before, Olivia was not in the mood or ready to be awake. The hotel room was even worse than she expected it to be with its lumpy spring mattress, uncontrolled air conditioning, and children running up and down the hallway at eleven am in the morning. Normally Liv loved kids, but not when she was trying to sleep off jet lag. Then, little miss paid-to-make-sure-you-get-to-where-you're-supposed-to-be starts making some noise and lifting the shades. "Olivia, we have to get going," the twenty something female said. The brunette couldn't argue that her babysitter was trying to be as nice as possible, but she felt like a ten year old who couldn't be trusted to do anything or go anywhere on her own. Darla, the babysitter, came closer to the bed when Olivia didn't stir. Truthfully, the girl was just laying in the bed with her eyes closed, resting. Everything that made noise she heard, she just wanted to ignore it and keep her eyes closed, and not move. "Olivia, I'm sorry, but you really do need to wake up now. You can sleep on the ride to the house." Darla slowly started to move the comforter off of Olivia's face, "Olivia? Did you - " "Darla, I'm awake," Liv said, her voice slightly hoarse from not drinking anything for a period of time.
Darla's hand returned to her side after her charge and had made some sort of movement. She again told the girl that she would be able to sleep once on the way to the house, and that the quicker she was ready, the sooner she could rest. Olivia, rolled her open eyes at the woman and laughed inside. Are you dumb? Once I'm awake, I'm awake,' she thought as she swung her legs from the warmth of the bedding to the hotel room temperature. The floor was carpeted so her feet weren't instantly frozen, but because of Darla's time controlled schedule, Olivia wouldn't be able to take a shower. In fact, since Liv had worn regular stretch shorts to bed with a tank top, all she needed to put on was a bra and underwear. Soon after she had brushed her teeth and pulled her hair back, the babysitter was rushing her out the door, handing her shoes to her in the hallway. 'Are you freaking kidding me?' Liv expressed in her mind. She was biting her tongue, that was for sure. But when the two reached the car, the teenager sat in the back with her headphones plugged in and the music turned up three-quarters of the way.
About six songs into her third playlist, the car had pulled into a circle drive in front of a spectacular looking house, the house Liv assumed she would be staying in for about the next three months. Actually, if she was being perfectly honest, the house looked very much like the type of home she would want to live in the rest of her life. The girl couldn't wait to get inside, so as soon as Darla had officially stopped the vehicle, Olivia tucked away her Ipod and stepped out onto the walk. Her eyes memorized the outside of the building as she stayed leaning against the car in awe. Most likely she would be the only individual who liked the house, or at least she thought so. Darla handed Liv her duffle bag and lifted the teen's other suitcase out of the trunk before shutting it and moving forward to the door. "Uh, where are you going?" Olivia asked the woman in disbelief. Darla stopped where she was and turned her head back to the girl. "I'm bringing your bags up to your room," she had said. Liv shook her head in a 'not so much' manner and said, "I can take it from here."
Darla let out a deep sigh and directed her eyes at the ground as she returned to where Olivia was standing. Her head was lifted back to the normal eye level when she handed the girl her rolling suitcase and waited for her to go off. But Liv could tell she had hurt the small woman's feelings some and stayed a few moments longer. "I'm sorry Darla," she started, "I don't mean to be so difficult. I just really want to do this on my own, you know? It's bad enough my parents want to choose my life for me." The woman seemed to understand as she nodded her head said her goodbye. Olivia, dropped her bags to give her a hug and watched from the front step as she drove away. That was one thing about Liv, she couldn't stand to leave people on bad terms. It was also probably the reason she smiled and kissed her parents goodbye when she left Italy. Oh she missed her home right now, but currently the girl was here, without her parents, and about to meet a whole bunch of others who were in the same boat as she.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:05 am
o The House
o The Rooms
o Dining
o Library
o Kitchen
o Swimming
Location : Ashville, North Carolina
Time : About 7pm
Activities : Waking up and wandering around; 2nd posts should include meetings.
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