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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 1:19 am
A little showoff two story house with the welcoming of three bedrooms and two baths, quaint kitchen and a warm living room. The basic thing for a rich gal living alone. The house itself is based mostly of the western modern home style, some American influence shown through in the inside with famous posters of singers or paintings of actors.
Of course there's always that shelf of family pictures and memories.
Amelia living alone? Of course, she was the one who complained to have a place for herself. And so she got it and it was the parents who recommended she'd stay there ever since her transferring of schools.
Please leave your shoes on the tile at the front door.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 2:12 am
Amelia M. Heartilly
"Oh I do thank you for helping me out, kind sir!" Amelia chirped happily, having the best fake and convincing smile she could ever muster and has mastered. The young man who carried everything for her laughed nervously to her and nodded.
"Th-the please, miss."
Ah, it was perfect. And it was wonderful to be pretty. Amelia grinned impishly to herself then brought out the key. But she wasn't going to let this vagrant into her house, oh no not at all! Not one foot.
(( will add mroe soon...later today ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:36 pm
Amelia M. Heartilly
"Damn this day..." Amelia leaned back against her front door with her mind going in a spin of all that has happened now. Well, she's met new people that's for sure, beginning with Soji Seta and Minori Kokoro. Those two seemed to have stood out amongst everyone. Perhaps, she was thinking, that she outta break them somehow for her humiliation.
Though they did seem ni-- no
The girl shook her head and forcefully shoved that thought to the backs of her mentality. "Oy..." The gal looked up and was welcomed by the posters and paintings on the wall. "...Hello Elvis... Good Evening Madonna." Finally the girl pushed herself up from the door, locked it nice and shut and removed her shoes before stepping herself onto the carpet with a lazy sway straight towards her room. It was only for the sake of stripping away her clothing in a heap, removing that uniform... Ah, just for that warm bath. Just knowing that she'll be so refreshed with the man made rain falling upon her head to soak up her black hair, matting it down against her skin, the water running down her curves, her chest, stomach hips, legs... along with the complimentary suds from the shampoo. Of course the massages of the sponge becomes a wonderful add to it, the natural oils flowing away while nothing but heat engulfed the area and left its mark upon the bathroom mirror. All so lush, so refreshing, a wonderful dance with this liquid upon her lush skin, her hand and cheeks reddening with life with the waters passing through her toes and soles below. Down to the drain it went. All to end with that last rinse, Amelia already feeling that the warmth was leaving away.
The shower turned off, the last remnants of the rain sliding down her bare form, with the droplets falling from her hair and going through the process of drying herself off with the red towel and look towards the fogged up mirror. The day replayed itself through but she wasn't feeling as bitter before thanks to the freshness. Leaving the cliche smiley face drawn on the fogged mirror,the girl decided to leisure the night away. The QVC should be on.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 10:10 pm
Amelia M. Heartilly
Early morning. But the sun never showed its glorious self into Amelia's bedroom window, the gal having already gotten herself ready for her outing. A nice little Gothic look, really, something that she thinks suits her nicely in a rather.. odd way. The girl turned her back in front of her mirror to check herself out, having a satisfied smile on her face and suddenly brought out her hand to greet herself.
Black and red leggings! Red plaid flats, a red plaid skirt! A cute top with a bit of fluff on the shoulder sleeves and a ruffle at the tips, and black cloth gloves for the sake on not touching anything that the commoners have touched themselves. Small town, but lots of filth. But, ah the final touch! A lovely silk ribbon in the color of maroon. It reminded her so much of fresh pricey wine! Though, what put a damper in her preparation for her outing was the slapping agaisnt her window and residence caused by the falling rain. It doesn't look like it wants to led up either. ...No! For the sake of new fashion and looking cuter! ...or sexier... She MUST go! Amelia must prove those ignorant students of the festival that they have no sense of beauty at all!
And today, she was punishing her cohorts. The punishment? Not to be in her presence. They angered her enough at the festival, it was about time that they got what they deserved... perhaps later. She was guessing that she'd have to go to Junes once again... Perhaps she'll mix and match to whatever..cheap things they have there. Getting the keys, the umbrella, saying goodbye to Gackt and Elvis, she opened up her door, locked and went off to her destination with the umbrella protecting her being from Nature's weeping.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 6:50 pm
Amelia M. Heartilly
Klack klack
"Oy.." Amelia opened up the door to her home, closing it behind her and locking it in an instant, being welcomed with the greatest thing of all. Silence. Pure, total, ear piercing silence. It was so refreshing that the senior had to take in a deep deep and long exhale because of it. Finally her ears can take a break and be sparred. Her food was waiting to be eaten, so quickly she bent to unhook her heels, removed them, and stepped more inside of the house, turning on the nearest light switch to walk herself into the kitchen. The table light was enough for her. And so she sat herself down to unwrap her food and break the chopsticks to start her eating... two truffles next to her after the investigation of the cabinet. Dinner and a little bit of desert, no harm done at all. And so Amelia feasted and her mind wandered off to contemplate and rethink her day.
The way that Minori was acting... she couldn't exactly pinpoint it exactly. Was she really wanting to get to know her or was it a farce? With what she grew up with, everything was rather... fake. Really , most people wouldn't be able to tell what was truth, friendly, or enemy and misleading. Well she'll find out in the future then...Now she just wants to settle herself down, turn on some music of Hyde... Angel's Tale seemed to be the perfect tune for the night.
"Here in my heart, memories linger...."
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 11:10 am
Amelia M. Heartilly
Good evening Elvis, Gackt, and everyone else, the usual greeting from this senior coming home to no one. Though it didn't take long for the girl to waltz herself in and quickly undress thanks to the anticipation of the coming shower. The girl just couldn't wait, her legs aching for the relaxation of the warm water and the suds of the shampoo and conditioner to wash away the sweat on her body and hair. Ugh, she must've smelled... Throwing every piece of clothing she had on in the basket for the laundry, and headed for the bathroom to turn on the shower head. Already the mirror in the cold bathroom was starting to fog up, though not stopping the music that was being played in the little radio next to the sink with Miku Hatsune's "Shining Ray" playing for the exhausted girl. Amelia stepped in with haste and in the instant that warm water ran down the skin of her back and soaked the hair on her head, a delighted moan escaped from her lips, her hands now going past her shoulder to pick up her hair and soak herself up.
"Ahh... Sotto te wo nobashi ta...Mukou no kago no FURUTTSU," she sang, mostly to take in the moments of relaxation while becoming one with the water. "Shizuka ni sugi ru jikan to... oku sen no omoide to!" Why was this girl feeling living, she'll blame the shower that took good care of her. It was a certain safety she felt in her house being the zone of her losing all tension rather than the outside world. But the remembering of her barbaric behavior against a crazed man with a sword decided to play like a broken video replaying the same scene over and over. The adrenaline the anger, well it decided to just go through her like a memory. It wasn't the exact feeling, no that has faded away along with that demeanor. Geez what was with me? Was it survival instinct or just stupidity? Another memory decided to come by this time, that girl, Miku or...something, helping her up by the hand along side her partner. That was another behavioral glitch that Amelia couldn't answer.
Well, in any case... Amelia thought to herself, putting in the shampoo to wash away any dirt and sweat from her black hair. At least I got something out of this craze...
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 1:19 pm
Amelia M. Heartilly
"Of all the times..." Amelia slipped her foot in her shoe. "Of all the times my body is craving some fast food, geez why is the female body so confusing?" Amelia tapped the toe of her shoe then opened up the door and walked out to close and lock it behind her. Still looked like it was drizzling or half-a** raining, good thing that she has her umbrella with her. Opening up the item, she started to walk away from her doorstep and get into town.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 8:28 pm
Amelia M. Heartilly
"Dear god..." with a walk to home, she felt that she was in a sanctuary. Safe, alone. Protected by locked doors and windows. The girl was already stripping herself away to be rid of the dirty clothing to throw them in the basket for the laundry. Weak legs were screaming out at her right now when she went up the stairs to head for the shower. It was in the middle of the staircase that a sudden throb thrashed itself into her skull, a hand instantly going to her forehead to press down as she groaned. Her breath was leaving her again, becoming shaky and light with a room starting to spin. Amelia cringed, a ringing going through her ears.
What's happening?!
It was like her mind was stretching out and ripping apart, her ears feeling as if cold nails were digging themselves into her eardrums. It hurts!
And then silence. Everything was back again... Her eyes opened up to see herself on her knees on the steps, her breathing returning to normal (if not panting now) and the ringing gone. Frowning once again with a plead to any deity, she prayed for peace! Struggling back to her feet she headed for the shower, looking forward to the waters medicinal warmth running through her. It wasn't until she noticed the roughness on her hands and the light bruise on her leg that she remembered something...
Round 2.
"... Aw damn it!!"
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 5:30 pm
Amelia M. HeartillyChk chk, creek!"Ah, here we are. Amelia waited for Minori to step herself inside then closed the door behind the girl. "Just take your shoes off and leave them there." Amelia already had her shoes off, stepping onto the soft carpet of the Americanized house and turned on some lights for the girl. It was the usual tradition for her to get to the Stereo and turn it on to play any CD that she last placed in there. After a click of the button, the famous Gackt sang out Last Song for the inhabitants of the house. Turning around, Amelia placed her hands on her hips and looked at Minori with a very relieved look curious as well. This was strange, she never had anyone step into this place before. Minori was the first. "Uhm..." How to go about this... "If you're hungry I could have out some..salmon if you want. Or even some instant ramen to snack on?" Amelia ran a hand through her hair, having a nervous laugh, body language obviously trying to adjust to this. "Sorry... you're the first."
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 6:13 pm
Minori Koroko  If the house from the outside had impressed the girl, the inside had left her speechless. The blond stood at the entrance of the Heartilly residence, gazing at the tidiness, the several posters of different singers and actors, the western decoration around the house...and the space! This place was very spacious; much bigger than her house had been. Flames...now it was all consumed by flames.The girl brushed those thoughts aside, before focusing once more on the house. It was a nice place. She returned her attention to the dark haired girl as she walked ahead, turning on the stereo, as she remained at the entrance, still hesitant to walk inside. It felt like this place hadn't been touched by anyone but the owner of the house. She took her shoes off and stepped onto the carpet finally, the song snapping off from her trance. "I like that song." the blond girl blurted out, just at the same time Amelia began talking. She laughed sheepishly before nodding her head. "Ramen is fine by me. It's been a while since I had ramen."the girl said with a grin, before turning her gaze back at Amelia, who seemed to be...uncomfortable? She tilted her head to the side listening to her speak up once more, not catching at first what she meant. "The...? Oh! Ahaha. Don't worry much about it. Your house is really pretty, by the way." Might as well try breaking the awkwardness that seemed to surround both of them.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 10:01 pm
Amelia M. Heartilly"Ima wa kimi ga sobani iru mayowazuni fumi dasunda!" Amelia started to moan from the clock going off to the radio, having the girl waking up to tunes rather than insufferable buzzing. Her eyes opened up to take in the music that played into her ears, recognizing the tune for but a moment before she decided to sit herself up and stretch away the sleep. "Yasashiku tsutsun de I'll be with you! I'll be with you!" Rubbing her eyes to be rid of the drowsiness, she looked over at the time and sighed to the dreaded hour of mourning, reaching over to press the button to be rid of the music. She paused. "...oh yeah." Amelia still has her guest in the house. She was starting to recall last night, thing being rather casual now that she thought about it... Amelia couldn't help but feel awkward that she was struck by the Sandman's spell, she was the one that fell asleep first last night. Well, at least things turned out better than it was earlier that day, now was the start of a new one. After doing a small chore of putting dirty uniforms into the wash, the dark-haired girl went back upstairs to the guestroom to check on the guest inside. She knocked twice...yes Amelia still held mannerisms in her own house. The social awkward senior wanted to make this LESS awkward as possible, anyway. "Minori? Coming in." ...so she was an impatient social awkward senior. Amelia stepped herself inside to greet the possible lump before her, her head tilting some. "Hm? Time to wake." she couldn't help but grin a little. Inside she was rather giddy of the whole situation.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:37 am
Minori Koroko A soft thumping sound, so distant and faint that the blond girl drowning under covers took some time to realize it was actually the door being knocked outside. Then a voice and the door creaking itself open. The girl stirred under the soft covers, a faint groan leaving her lips before quieting down again. After a moment a hand reached out for the bedside table, blindly moving around, until slender fingers touched the white cell phone, before disappearing under the covers once more. “It’s too early…” she finally spoke after a moment, having read the time on the bright screen. A head of messy blond hair finally peaked out from under the blankets, the girl sitting up on the bed, bringing up a hand to rub her still sleepy eyes. It was almost a comical sight. Blond locks from every which way, drowsy face, the loose shirt slipping lazily down her shoulder. It was quite a contrast with the usual collected image the blond carried around herself.
It didn’t took long for her eyes to focus, green orbs gazing at the foreign furniture around her, the idea that she was at someone else’s house finally sinking in, her brain starting to work for the day. Oh right…she had stayed at Amelia’s. Had she even told Soji she wasn’t arriving home last night? …She couldn’t recall. Like these and more incoherent thoughts passed through her still drowsy head…a persistent one remained, though:
She was at Amelia’s.
Immediately, her eyes moved to the figure standing on the doorway, hands moving unconsciously to her hair, at least trying to comb it, for it wouldn’t look like the golden tangled mess it was now, recognizing the dark haired senior. “Good...good morning.” The just woken up girl mustered with a smile, before hopping out of bed.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 9:16 am
Amelia M. HeartillyThe girl couldn't help but raise an amused brow when Minori was going through what seemed her own little tradition of trying to get herself up, her eyes following the hand that reached and grabbed the phone to lead it into the abyss of the covers. All the while the formal girl had herself a large grin on her face by the subtle humor she was seeing before her. A muffled laugh escaped Amelia's lips at the sight of Minori's tired visage, fingers instantly covering her mouth to try and be rid of the sound and grin. But it was the blond hair that triggered the rich girl's gigglebox. It was ridiculous! Like golden tracks for a rollercoaster having no beginning nor end in that hair of hers. Amelia was one to talk though, her hair was everywhere. What was once straight was now wavy and curved with strands having a bit of a frizz and out of place look. One lock wanted to curve left, the other right, and one rebellious one deciding to go upward. Thus the curse for sleeping on damp hair. But still this girl was in a giggle fit. "Good morning," She manged to greet with a light tone on her face. "You already know school awaits and-- mid..." Midterms.... A sense of dread had befallen her. Amelia hasn't studied...not once. She was so distracted with other events that the thought of it slipped! The girl looked at the bedside next to Minori, Amelia now walking casually over to her then slipping herself under the covers as if to hide from the dreaded things. Pillow over the head included. The barricade against reality was set! Her body curled up inside and a muffled voice escaped from the lump. Something about "The dreaded time limit" or something of the like. Motivation to go to class has instantly left the girl.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 4:22 pm
Minori Koroko Giggling. She was giggling. And, well, the blond couldn’t really blame her, the aspect of her hair…well, not just her hair, her entire aspect right now must be comically terrible. Her morning hair was the doom, and that was why combing her rebellious locks was the first thing she did every morning. Today though, she wasn’t fast enough. The blond laughed lightly as well, seeing the dark curls of Amelia not being much tidier than her own. She passed her fingers through her hair once more, still trying to fix it, but without much success.
"Ah." Midterms. The mood became gloomier when the dreaded word was mentioned, getting a groan from the blond. Ugh…once again, she had left the studying for another time. Today! Today she will study. She was out of the Carnivale…so, that left the night for her own. Little did she know about what had happened during the Midnight Channel the night before. She had said she would watch it just arriving to Amelia’s home, but midnight had passed before they even got there. Hopefully…the image in there would be of static, like the last few nights. Enough they had with the other groups…Embryon, Nanyou, the mysterious murders of women…it was everything too much.
Minori turned, listening to the sheets rustling, and seeing a lump moving under the bed. A smile creased her lips, sitting down beside the hidden Amelia. “Oh, well… We must continue onward!” she chimed, patting what she supposed was the dark haired girl’s shoulder under the blankets. “We could even study together one day. What do you say?” the blond asked, her eyes on the ball of covers. "But! We must get ready! We are going to be late." Energy...where had it come from?
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:19 pm
Amelia M. HeartillyShe was going through the usual tradition of coming home. Greet the posters, turn on some music in the stereo (what with Luka's Free nearly blasting throughout the house) go upstairs to strip and take a shower. Simple as that... But there was one important thing that Amelia has forgotten as the water slid down the curves of her form, the warmth consuming her mind. It was that lingering growl, that sound and rumble at the pits of her forgotten stomach that snapped her out of the spiritual cleanse, her hands rubbing at her tummy with a bit of sheepish look on her face. She's completely forgotten about dinner. And Lunch wasn't really that filling either. "Oh.." she sighed then tried to speed up the process, taking in much of the water's embrace as she could. With time passing and Amelia walking out of the steamed room with a clean button blouse and a towel rubbed on her hair, she headed downstairs to get herself something to eat. The girl wondered how tomorrow will be... No doubt that she'd want to tell Minori about the happenings of this day, but contemplated if a certain detail should be told. "Stop taking it seriously." Really she was starting to get highly annoyed with herself if she was still being bothered by that kiss. Amelia rubbed her damped hair a little, giving off a groan as she readied up the instant ramen to chow down, finding that she was starting to enjoy the simple dish. It's already past midnight...
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