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 Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:07 pm
As Thali looked upon her clipboard, she nodded decisively. The girl had had lessons in pitches. Perhaps she had the ability to make other sounds as well, say, bird song? Still, the traits the girl had startled the elf. She had never met a child with three parents (if indeed the child had three)--liberality, lust, and diligence sounded a bit more complex then what she was used to.
But that made it interesting. As the elf sat at her desk, she watched the door. Thali always looked forward to having new students, and this girl would be no different.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 11:02 pm
Adelle was tactless.
At least, that was what she had become. She felt it wasn't of her concern to dress in any specific way for a class, or for the company that she was expected to entertain. As such, she didn't dress any differently for anyone, and certainly didn't act any differently for them. If leaving home had given her an attitude, then getting an agent and booking her first modeling job had done ten times that.
Adelle By'arre strutted into class in seven inch heels. The dress she was wearing could barely be called that; it was little more than a bra and a skirt, attached by two thin, triangular pieces of clothe. The rest exposed more skin than seemed possible without being indecent. Yet she proved herself not to be completely stupid, with a furry-lined peacoat over the top of it, and a pair of thick, black legwarmers that hung from her knees to the tops of her feet. A cute little hat covered her currently blue-dyed mohawk, shaded again from dark to light. There were matching mittens on her hands, of course, and her hair was in its customary braids, though they were once again pinned in a crown around her head.
When she entered the classroom, her first order of business was to shed the wintery clothing, stretching each of her many limbs. "Geeeez! For how cold it is outside, it's really, really warm in here. Like, scary-warm," Adelle said in her falsetto, tuneless voice to the teacher that she hadn't even glanced at yet before finally smiling and turning herself about, ribs making patterns even through the dark cloth with each breath she took. "So, what do I got'ta do today?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 11:34 pm
Suffice it to say the elf took an instant dislike to the girl. But it wasn't without reason; at least to Thali's mind, full of pregnancy hormones as it was. She forced a smile for the girl's benefit. The poor thing as poorly dressed as she was, looked like she hadn't eaten in days.
"I'll turn the heater down, if you'd like," Thali suggested with a shrug. It didn't feel "scarily warm" to her, but that might have been the hormones affecting her again. "You're Adelle, then?" she asked, somewhat hopefully and not at all subtly. Maybe this girl had the wrong class. "I'm Thali," she added, ignoring the girl's question for the moment. "I suppose we'll be following what you learned the last name, working with sounds, correct? I thought it'd be nice if you learned to--" she mumbled something. "You haven't been eating. Why? Not that it's any of my business, I suppose. You'll be learning to mimic birdsong--like a lyrebird."
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 12:24 pm
Adelle tittered; the strangest type of laugh, usually meant for a situation when someone really wasn't amused about what was going on and felt it necessary to fake a laugh to cover up whatever else they may feel like doing instead. "Oh, no, I didn't mean that it was scary-warm, y'know, in general. I just meant compared to the outside; usually there's just a bit of heater and you've got'ta wait to warm up, but the first thing I wanted to do when I stepped foot in this place was wriggle out of all of my cold weather gear. I was just surprised is all," Adelle explained, voice sugary-sweet to the point of toxicity.
"Yup. Adelle By'arre, that's me," she said, that same sickening coating drenching the harmless words. Something about that voice, to anyone, would have sparked a kind of distrust, if not simply suspicion. It was almost as though she was being so kind, speaking so sweetly as to make up for something that would otherwise be frowned upon. Then again, perhaps that was simply the way that she spoke. At the murmurs that fell from her teacher's mouth (she couldn't simply ignore the drop in sentence, no less the fact that the woman's mouth seemed to continue moving), one of her slender ears twitched just slightly, hearing focusing only on the slight alterations of the waves in the air, taking in words that any human would have lost to the breeze.
"I don't eat so I can keep my job. A pleasure to meet you, though, Thali," Adelle admitted without even a bat of her overly-thick and insanely elongated lashes. Liberality genetics allowed her not even a second thought to the reaction that she would receive. In reality, she didn't care about the reaction. Thali was her teacher, not her mother, and if her mother couldn't control what she was doing or how she was eating, this woman certainly would not. "Birdsongs, hm? Are you sure that I can? My boyfriend says I can't sing; well, I know I can't sing. If I can't sing in English, how could I since in bird, either?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:28 pm
Thali stared, clearly confused by her student. "I see," she said. Instead of distrust however, Adelle's voice sparked an irritation. She was used to sugarly sweet girls, and sickeningly sweet--she couldn't even bring herself to think it.
"I'm sure you could keep your job even if you did eat," Thali said with a shrug. "Activity's the key to keeping thin. Did you know the people who don't eat tend to gain more weight because their body's store the food they do get?" She paused, and frowned slightly.
"Bird songs are different; just like people who can't sing can whistle, or people who can't cook can use the microwave. Are you ready to begin?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 2:21 am
Adelle folded her warm clothing and stacked it into a small pile near the door. She strutted to the middle of the room and laughed simply, smiling at the woman without even a hint of malice in any part of her expression or her voice. "Only because they aren't doing it correctly; everyone knows that people who binge-starve get huge because of it. Besides, I do exercise; maybe you should keep your weight-loss advice for someone who needs it; y'know, like, someone that you know well enough to talk to without saying 'oh well, don't do this' when they don't do that. I really don't want to give you my entire life story just because I need to be here; besides, I'm sure that you have no idea what life is like for a model." Oh yes; cattiness at it's finest was Adelle implying that her teacher was in no way pretty enough to even know what modeling was like.
"Oh? Well, that makes sense," she replied simply, nodding when she was asked if she was ready to begin. "Yep. Sooner I get this over with the better."
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 11:41 pm
Thali raised an eyebrow in disbelief. This girl was...making fun of her? The pregnant elf wisely chose to ignore it, moodily muttering something under her breath. Clearly Adelle had no idea what the real world was like, or she wouldn't have been acting this way.
"My thoughts exactly," the elf agreed with the girl's statement so quickly that it was bordering on rude. "You know by now that angels and demons naturally have a certain set of magical skills. I want you to focus on a bird song that you enjoy hearing; be it in the morning or evening. Focus on that sound, for a moment. Once you have it firmly in your mind--"
"You can produce it."
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 1:22 pm
Adelle raised a slim eyebrow at the statement from the pregnant women, looking extremely skeptic. So, like... that was it? She just had to think about the sound a bird makes and then she could make that sound? The young woman made a bit of a face at the idea that it was that simple, especially since that's what her last spirituality teacher had said before she failed miserably at doing what he had told her was so simple to get done. "Umm... alright. You're the boss, after all."
The young woman took a deep, slow breath to calm herself and try to focus her mind, trying to remember... hell, remember the last time that she'd even heard a birdsong, let alone a specific one. Pouting to herself softly, brown eyes closed in thought, she brought the best example she could to mind and tried to focus on it, making it as big and loud as she could in her mind. After a couple moments of that, she opened her mouth to reproduce it, the sound that came out some strange, pitiful, warbling attempt at birdsong; really, it was about as good as any other human being could do.
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