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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:55 pm
It was her first day at school and Avalon was already set to go out and make friends. She stood in front her her dorm door ready to exit into the hallway into the swarm of new Barren Pines students here for the new semester.
Avalon was dressed toe to chin. A maroon, long-sleeved, turtle neck was raised as high as it could go under the girls head. She had a puffy goldenrod vest zipped over the darker shirt. She wore a pair of a long dark grey cargo pants. A silver belt cinched them to her small, size zero, waist. Her sneakers were a vibrant purple with metallic rainbow hearts sprinkled over the canvas. In her hair, Avalon wore a large maroon plaid ribbon that loomed over her forehead. Her pink-purple hair hung down around her shoulders. The two longer tails had been pulled into high pigtails, kept with white hair elastics.
Avalon reached into her cargo pocket and pulled out a marker. A ribbon was wrapped around it, with a note attached. It read...
Hello! My name is Avalon Renee and I live in room 47. Let's be friends~
She made a quick memo of the room number onto her hand...
"REN-47..." She muttered as she scrawled the lettering. It would be bad if she forgot that information on the first day.
When she was finished she took a deep breath and opened up her door. She took a step into the hall and let out the breath, a girlish squeal escaped her.
"I AM HERE! Finally." She called out in the hall and trotted to the door next door. Room 48... Who lives here? Avalon thought as she rapped on the wood.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:08 pm
On the other side of the door music could be heard, slow and enticing yet perhaps a little.... lonely? When the rap on the door came the music stop and the sound of shuffling could be heard from inside. Then, with out warning, the door opened.
Brown eyes, rather large, blinked at the person on the other side. Pale blonde hair was left down, tumbling around her shoulders though a bright purple flower barrette could be seen. Her makeup was missing, as were her earrings and other such jewelery. That could all be worn in class.
"Hello. May I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:21 pm
Avalon smiled at the girl in front of her, taking in her appearance. Avvie extended the hand that held the marker with the attached note. It was a brilliant vibrant mango orange color.
"Hi! I am Avalon, you can call me Avvie, though! Let's be friends?" She cooed with a cute c**k of her head to the side.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:34 pm
The blonde was tall, only 5'6", slender and seemed to exude grace, even with the way she stood against the open door. As the marker was held out to her, her brown eyes blinked.
"Hello Miss Avalon, my name is Melody." Not to be rude she took the marker and glanced down to the note attached to it. Room 47? That was just next door. Giving a smile, one she couldn't quite help, she opened the door a bit more to let her in. "So it appears you and I are neighbors, I was wondering you'd be living next door."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:51 pm
Taking a step into the room, Avalon beamed up at the blonde. Falling at a mere 5'2", Melody was taller than herself. She sidled over to the side of the room that housed Melody's bed. Her pink and purple streaked pigtails bobbed as she planted herself on the edge of the mattress. Her fingers fiddled in the comforter's folds. Hopefully the girl wouldn't mind, Avalon had completely forgotten her manners.
"Yup yup. Neighbors... I live right next door in 47! That is perfect for best friends, huh?" Avvie spoke the number more to reassure herself that she was capable of remembering it.
Her golden-hazel eyes darted around the room... What was this girl made of?
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:06 pm
There wasn't too much to her room, it was clean and well kept with books, a laptop and her iPod docking station on the desk. A music stand stood at the base of her bed, where her cello was currently resting, and a couple of plastic totes could be seen under the bed. A few posters were on the wall, a cork board that held pictures of her family and her last cello recital.
"Well it would make talking to one another easier," she mused as she shut the door behind her, not seeming to mind the girl just making herself at home. Her tone was soft and composed, never harsh. "Though I can't say I've had a best friend before." Unless one counted her cello.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:14 pm
"I am friends with everyone!" Avvie exaggerated. She hopped up from the bed, righting the cello case before it could topple over to the floor. Once all was said and done she meandered over to the cork board to look over the pictures. It was something that Avalon did not have in her room; pictures of her family. That only consisted of her mom and her cat, Noir.
"My best friend... is Noir." Avalon smiled walking over to Melody. She placed her hand on the girl's shoulder.
"He is my cat!" There was that c**k of her head again. Avalon's hand slipped from Melody's shoulder to around the teenager's back. "Let's walk and talk... I am getting cabin fever..." Avvie waved an energetic arm through the air.
"Do you have pets?" The bubbly girl questioned.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:20 pm
The girl's enthusiasm was surprising, catching her off guard, but she merely smiled and moved for the door regardless. Wearing a long skirt and a peasant top, she'd been barefooted before she slipped her shoes on. A small walk couldn't hurt.
"Pets? No, I can't say I've had. Then again I'd never had much time to care for pets with school and practice."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:33 pm
"I have never played an instrument." Avvie stated reaching for the doorknob. "I am eh artiste!" she accented in poorly played french and giggled at the end. Avalon knew how horrid that attempt came out, but it was funny for her none the less.
She watched Melody slip her shoes on and turned the doorknob. "I do have a pet though. He is a huge, I mean huge!" Avalon stretched her arms wide. "... Fluffy cat, named Noir!"
"He is a Maine Coon, have you heard of that breed? My cat tops 20 pounds!" Avaron described once again stepping out into the hallway.
She couldn't help but once again let out a girlish squee as she took in the sights of the hallway once again. There were so many new places to explore!
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:41 pm
"An artist, hm? We have quite a few of those here in the school. No doubt you will find many friends among them." Slowing the door behind her, she smoothed her skirt then waited for Avvie to pick a direction in which to go.
"As for your attempt at fake French," she replied with a smile. "Perhaps you meant to say something along the lines of "I am le artiste"?" She had found foreign languages interesting, but not enough to give up her band class for. For the subject of the cat, however.... Well she'd decided not to answer as she wasn't sure how to go about doing so.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:50 pm
"Maybe! That is what I meant... Le artiste." She let the syllables roll off her tongue. Avvie took long strides towards the adjacent dorm room. The number 47. Avalon opened the door and bolted in.
"Come in. Come in!" Avalon ushered. "Come see."
The walls were a tacky yellow and the floor was covered in a paw-printed throw rug. The wall that was opposite the door appeared to be blue, but it was just the numerous ribbons that hung there showing off Avalon's artistic skill.
"My bed is over here." Avvie pointed towards a orange quilted bed with lots of pillows. A pine desk sat next to it. A pink laptop was on top and there were a number off books lined between a picture frame and a orange mushroom shaped lamp. At the foot of the bed stayed a blue fuzzy bean bag chair.
In the center of the room a few easels were lined up, newspaper littered the carpet where clay statuettes were left to dry before being brought to the art room kiln to fire.
Avvie skipped over to the desk and grabbed the picture frame. It housed a photo of the beloved cat. She passed the picture to Melody.
"This is Noir." She beamed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:56 pm
Her room was... interesting and very colorful, reminding her a lot of the accessories she tended to cover herself in. Taking in the frame she let her gaze wonder down to the cat and she smiled faintly. It was quite the large cat, very fluffy.
"He's charming. Or at least he appears to be in the photo." She handed it back, or at least started to, before the wall of blue ribbons caught her eye and she moved closer. So many there were, and all for art! She had nothing much to showcase her music save pictures of her recitals that her mother kept.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 11:08 pm
Avvie reached for the photo but was taken back by the sudden delay and Melody's piqued interest in the blue ribbon wall.
"He is a ver.... Those are my ribbons!" Avaron strode over to the wall and plucked a large blue and gold ribbon from the wall.
"This one is for that painting, on that easel, right there."
The painting was an extreme close up of a feline eye. Black black was the background's color and the eye itself was a vivid yellow-green. White whiskers flowed perfectly off of the canvas. The painting seemed effortless. It was the last piece done in Avvie's child career. She had painted it just last year, at 13. That painting upped her to the adult division. A painting of a beach sunset sat unfinished next to the cat's eye.
Avalon took the picture of the cat from Melody, stroked the glass a few times and set it back in place by the books on her desk.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 11:19 pm
"I'm just surprised to see so many ribbons. I have only a few pictures and such as reminders of how far I've come in music..." Still so many ribbons, it was a bit mind boggling.
Turning to peer at the canvases, Melody smiled and moved to peer closer. "Art is something I've admired but could never do myself." She paused a moment then laughed softly. "Well paintings and more messy and hands on kind of art. Music is an art form but not quite the same. You're really good, i can see why you have so many ribbons."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:06 am
"Thank you." Avalon smiled with a c**k of her head. " I would love to hear you play your... cello, right?"
Avalon had never indulged in music and never actually studied the instruments. From the pictures she had seen in Melody's room she deduced that it was not a guitar or violin that she played, it was the larger cello. But she wasn't certain.
She bent down and pluck up an unpainted, unfired, three inch, statuette of a sitting bear and held it out to Melody.
"This is my forte... sculpture." She cocked her head to the side again. It was one of her quirkier qualities.
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