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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:17 pm
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This role-play (although inspired by the theme and characters of 'Its all because of me' is not a sequel to IABOM or its network affiliates.
This is a separate role-play that may star characters that are related to the original cast; but, tells a different story and is thus unique in that interpretation.
Credits go to Ze Queen of Bleu for making the thread IABOM which inspired so many.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:20 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRules
You can use any model from any role-play! Even if you use it all the time! Just do not use any of the main IABOM character models.
(Unless they were extra characters that you created or have permission to use)
No Anime, blinding colors, or size twelve font. (or Rumply will ball her eyes out) Do not use the colors: Hotpink, Darkolivegreen,
Orangered, cornflowerblue, darkorange, or maroon because of rule number: one. You can use similar colors though, I wont be dogmatic about it. <3
Please be nice and respectful in the ooc, but do not be afraid to be cruel 'in character'. By all means, add drama, emotion, you name it.
Do not ignore anyone in character or out of character (unless your character is very mad at them, but at least
mention that your mad at them, to not ignore them completely). We are not a "click" we include everyone in our little circle.
I do not care if intimate scenes happen, but no describing them here or anywhere...
skip or have the scene fade to black.
Poisonous Perfume, Ze Queen of Bleu, E R A__of--G e n e s i s, Vanilla Nerd, R u m p l e t a s t i c, DarkYang109, and katelyn607 are da queens/King of this rp. Even if they do not have a main character,
they can add twists/characters at any time. (If your reading this and have not joined yet, take heart that I will add your name to this list if you join)
Very important. There is no limit on posting size in this rp. One small paragraph is all that is required, we all have our off days, and so long as it
isn't two sentences that look like this: " Okay," Jane nodded and shrugged her shoulders; I will not complain, and I will love your imput!
Poor post is better than no post...However, to warn you I tend to write a lot, and at times I can write the Kracken from the Sea.
If you do not mind having a good read every so often, than I shall not mind reading your shorter posts.
I do not care what you title the pm when you send in your profile. There is always room for sub characters, you don't have to
worry about making profiles for them. No need to message me. Just do it.
Have fun. Very important rule...
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:24 pm
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please include somewhere in the post which character # that you want to play.
 xxxxxEmmeline (Emily) RochesterxxxTwenty-one | female | #a40047Emmeline is mentally ill. Although not crazy enough to warrant a spot in a loony bin, she has been seeing a licenced professional since she was in the seventh grade. Properly medicated, she’s as right as rain like any other ordinary person; but, she does have her forgetful spells where she wont remember where she is or (once in a blue moon) who she is. Mostly, she simply suffers from severe depression. Lately, though, she has started having very strong feelings for Taylor Lennox...which is why she avoids her like the plague.
played by: R u m p l e t a s t i c. xxxxxVictoria "Rory" Rochester xxxtwenty | female | #49003f Rory is Emmeline's younger sister who just got accepted to Harvard. Taking care of her sister as her illness has progressed, she worries about what will happen to Emily if she leaves to go college. Having lived with her boyfriend Giles Harrison for the past two years, she has yet to even inform him that she was accepted to a college out of state.
played by: Poisonous Perfume. xxxxxxxxxxxGiles HarrisonxxxTwenty-four | male | chocolate Giles Harrison is a smoker who borrowed money to donate towards Magnolia's business that was having a money problem. Now that dealer he borrowed money from is very upset and has been threatening to do something terrible to his girlfriend if he can’t fork up the money. But that’s just the icing on the cake for him. Last month he got a phone call from his old high school girlfriend, who finally told him that they have a three year old son. Unsure what to tell Rory, he hasn’t even called his ex back after she left her voicemail message.
played by: R u m p l e t a s t i c. xxxxxxxxxxxMagnolia Vanderbilt xxxTwenty-two | Female | Mediumspringgreen Magnolia Vanderbilt is a girl who is runs an online business similar to eBay called: eCove. Unaware to the others, an anonymous supporter delivered a check to her home so that she would have enough money to rent an actual store space in the mall! Opening her store a month ago, she through a party at her house to commemorate the event...and having had one too many drinks, she and Taylor Lennox sort-of slept together. For an ex-internet gamer, Magnolia had spent more time on her business or online rpgs than on guys through-out high school…so she feels like she lost her virginity that night, and has been trying to get in touch with Taylor to talk about what happened ever since.
played by: katelyn620 xxxxxxxxxxxLyric Giordano xxxtwenty-three | male | goldenrod Lyric Giordano is Magnolia Vanderbilt's best friend who helped set up her internet business. He is also a novelist who writes psychological thrillers and murder mysteries. With Rory spending more time at school (junior college) He has been taking care of her older sister to help her out. Mostly because the current state of Emmeline's mind has been giving him a lot of great ideas for an upcoming novel he has been mulling over. Maybe they spend too much time together, though, because its starting to look suspicious.
played by: E R A__of--G e n e s i s  xxxxxxxxxxxTaylor Lennox xxxTwenty-one | female | Blue violet Taylor Lennox has been a part of the group ever since Emily and Victoria went to the same kindergarten. Lyric's middle school girlfriend, they have been together off and on ever since. To the point where everyone has been whispering that they will soon move in together, maybe even get engaged. However, Taylor isn’t sure about her relationship with Lyric anymore. During a party two months ago, she and Magnolia Vanderbelt sort-of slept together after having a few too many drinks. As strong of friends as they are, she isn’t sure how she’s feeling about the matter now. Only that she doesn’t know what to say to Lyric about it. Truth be told, she's been confused about a lot of things lately, and that night didn't help...
played by: DarkYang109
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:25 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxClock CounterLocation:
They all live in Boston, Mass. Obviously. DATE :- - - -
November 2011
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WEATHER :
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:27 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRoles and Setting~
Characters:::
Character one - taken by R u m p l e t a s t i c
Character two - taken by Poisonous Perfume
Character three - taken by R u m p l e t a s t i c
Character four - taken by Katelyn620
Character five - taken by E R A__of--G e n e s i s
Character six - taken by DarkYang109
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:28 pm
{Woah, sorry this is so long...^^; Just got inspired.} itwa onetwothreⒾ knσw ყσu wαnt тσ ☏ тo мεthreef╚═══»ßµŦ тнεrεs α ✖ σvεr мy мσuth.➷ ❝ι'м sσяяყ❞ I ιgnorε ყou, αnd → ყσu σutlovey ι'm waιtιng fσr мყ мιnd tσ clear, вuт ☮mymothertoldmetosιмρℓy wσnт cσмeititwa xxx☻Polyvore
xxxxxx☻Theme Song
Laying in the darkness atop a squeaky spring mattress, Emily’s chocolate eyes glanced about her room. Although the cloudy day outside was bright and warm enough to contemplate opening a window, the thick brown curtain continued to dangle in front of the glass. If one could call a thick comforter nailed to the wall a curtain. Emily loved being in the dark, and if she could help it, she rarely walked outside during the daylight hours.
Glancing down at the plastic object in her hand, Emmeline’s mouth formed an uneasy squiggly line. For some reason, she was expecting a phone call this morning from none other than her brother: Adam Rochester. When they were young Emily’s mother had moved back to Boston. True, Emily could have stayed in Chesterton; but, at the time, Boston had sounded more exciting, and Emily had thought that they would move back in a year or two...but then their brother Paul died in a car accident, and their parents eventually split. Why don’t you just call him? Emily’s mouth quivered apprehensively. As much as she loved her brother, she hadn’t spoken to him in at least six months. Not since he called to say ‘Happy Birthday’. Why are you waiting for a phone call? Adam’s not going to call you. Emily opened and closed her phone with a ‘clink‘ noise. ‘ But, Kevin might.’
Emily’s mouth smiling at the thought of Kevin visiting today, Emily’s bed screeched in protest as her body half rolled to get off of her bed and walk towards the kitchen in her pale yellow feetsie pajamas. The clock on the wall ticked: 10:30am, and with a grimace Emily knew what that had meant. She had completely forgotten to eat and take her morning pills on time. ‘ Cr*p…’ Running into the kitchen, Emily tore open her kitchen drawer and fished through half a dozen bottles until she found the one she was looking for: Lithildrene. Popping off the cap, Emily had not even poured a pill into her palm when her eyes glazed over the Calendar that her sister personally kept track of every evening when she visited.
November 12th. Emily’s eyes widened in panic. Today was… Kevin‘s shopping day!, With the pitter patter of feet on a linoleum floor being the last indicators that Emily was in the kitchen, Em palmed the pill into her mouth and swallowed it as she ran into her tiny bathroom and shirked out of her pajamas as the bathroom door slammed shut behind her. Emily couldn’t help being the most forgetful person on the planet, especially when every person in her family constantly asked her questions to make sure she remembered it.
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Seated on the beige couch in her tiny living room, Emily kept her hands concealed in her lap as her eyes flickered over the off-white carpet cloaking what had once been a wooden floor. A lump rising up within her throat. Trapped in the silence of her little apartment, Emily could not escape the constant jumble of thoughts in her head. To tell the truth, she had been thinking about all her friends quite often, but lately she wasn’t sure what she was feeling for Kevin. Or Taylor. Both were always her really close friends, and as easy as it would be to blame her feelings on the medication, Emily knew that wasn’t so.
Looking back up at the clock, Emily’s foot began to tap on the ground. Ever since her condition had worsened, Emily wasn’t allowed to drive her own car all by herself out of fear that she would forget where she was going or how to get home. In the past three weeks she hadn't had an episode, but she was still treated the same. Her adoring sister was…pernickety about it to say the least, and always called or visited to ask her those annoying little questions. ‘ Ha!’ Emily laughed under her breath. ‘ He‘s here more than she is now…’ Looking from the clock to her handbag, Emily just couldn’t take the wait anymore. True, Kevin or Rory would be mad at her for doing this; but, she was tired of being treated like a child. Why should she sit here and wait for Kevin to pick her up when she had a perfectly good black Jager collecting dust in her garage?
Standing up from the couch, the jingling of keys was the only sound that was heard before her apartment door was opened and closed. Eight flights of mahogany steps separating later, the before-mentioned black Jager was pulling out of the tiny driveway with the garage door closing behind her. True, Kevin might worry if he stopped by and found an empty home; but, it wasn’t like he didn’t know where they all were going. ‘ I don't forget everything. I wont forget where i'm going.’ And then the car was gone…with the garage door unknowingly left open just enough to prove that it had been disturbed.
Perhaps Kevin wouldn’t have to climb eight flights of stairs after all to know that Emily wasn't home.
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Presently seated on the couch of the mall’s ‘Waiting area’, Emily’s gray sweater was tied about her body and her scarf was tossed over her shoulder to keep any crumbs from her pretzel from ruining her clothes. So far, she didn’t see any other member of the group show up at the meeting point, and Emily continued glancing around the mall in search of them. ‘ Please don‘t tell me they‘re at my apartment panicking because I‘m not there…’, looking at a large clock, the adrenaline in her veins began to tickle goosebumps on her skin. They’re worried…they’re at my apartment…or driving around town…and they’re worried. tasting the salt on her tongue, her toes tapped uncontrollably inside her shoes. ‘ Did they call my phone?’, Emily reached down to pull at the phone in her jean’s pocket and snapped it open to look at the screen.
No messages. Her heart sank.
As much as she hated being fawned over...she had expected there to be texts...or missed calls. Somehow feeling forgotten, all Emily could do was continue to nibble at the remainder of her pretzel and ignore the stinging pain inside her chest. Seeing the empty screen on her phone, she couldn’t help but feel the strange ghost-like sensations of being forgotten sneak into her heart. ‘ Where are they? Are they late? Am I late?’, worrying more than what was normal, Emily leaned into the chair of the couch and waited. A sigh escaping her lips. 
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:05 am
 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ All my life I've been good
But now I'm thinking
What the h e l l ?  It didn’t take long before Taylor started to regret her decision to go to her parent’s house for breakfast. Her mother had been bugging her about visiting for weeks now. Taylor thought that accepting an invitation to breakfast would get her mother off her back and it would also mean little time actually spent with her family. Taylor didn’t hate her family. On the contrary, she loved them dearly. They just had a tendency to go into way too much detail with how everyone in her extended family was…and there were a lot of people in the Lennox family. Now that Taylor had finally agreed to stop by for a visit, it was like her mom was going to cram as much information on her as possible.
”And then your Aunt Rose had some scary fall two weeks ago. We thought she was going to be in the hospital for awhile but it turns out she was able to go home the next day.” Taylor couldn’t believe her mother was still going. Looking over at the clock, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Taylor had been there for an hour already and her mother just continued to go on. She was thankful for the trip to the mall. It would give her an excuse to leave if she needed one. ”Oh, and did I tell you about your Uncle Steve’s daughter?”
Taylor searched her brain before shaking her head at her mother. ”I’m sure something new has come up so you might as well tell me.” Her mother paused briefly before continuing on. ”Turns out the poor thing inherited the disease her mother had… She didn’t say it but Taylor knew what the sentence should have ended with. ’…the one that killed her.’ Before Taylor could inquire her mother continued on, obviously not needing any push. ”Her father says that it’s effecting her eyesight. They might be able to stop it there but she will more than likely be blind the rest of her life.” Taylor wasn’t sure what to say after her mom said this. Of course, it was sad. Taylor had been close with her cousin when they were little. They were close enough to the same age that anytime there was a family function, the two of them would spend time together. She thought about telling her mother that she would go ahead and call Skylar later when her mother beat her to the punch. ”Do you think you could give her a call later? Just to talk? I’m sure she would appreciate it.” Getting up from the table, Taylor smiled at her mom. ”Will do, Mom, but I got to get going.” Kissing her mom lightly on the cheek, Taylor grabbed her things and left.
Taylor was excited for the mall trip and yet she wanted to skip it at the same time. She loved her friends and everything but lately, there were just some people she wanted to avoid. Magnolia being one of them. Really, Taylor just wanted to forget that night and pretend it never happened. She knew that was impossible but every time Magnolia and her were alone together, she seemed to want to bring it up. It was getting to the point where Taylor would just start avoiding her. She still had no idea what she was going to tell her boyfriend about this. He deserved to know, that much was true but did he have to know the full truth? One of her plans for the trip was to find a perfect gift for him. That way, he might not be as mad. She could only hope.
Finally arriving at the mall, Taylor slowly made her way to the meeting place. She was kind of hoping to be the last one to show up. If that were the case, then she wouldn’t have to worry about talking to people too much. When it came into sight, however, her wish wasn’t granted. There were only two people there. But Taylor could give a sigh of relief for who they were. It had been a long time since she had seen Emmeline and Rory. She felt as if she could just go up and hug the two of them. Knowing that her idea might not go over so well, Taylor just smiled at their direction instead. ”Hey, Em! Rory! How are you guys?” She took a seat next to Emily, glad that it wasn’t Magnolia or her boyfriend there by themselves. She just couldn’t deal with the two of them just yet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:38 am
ＲＯＲＹmrowrrrＲＯＣＨＥＳＴＥＲ like roses, we blossom then die. 
roryVictoria Rochester was twisting the rings at the base of her middle finger around and around with her thumb and paused only to lift her hands and sift through the seemingly endless rack of humorous graphic t-shirts. ‘I’m whipped and you’re beat,’ read one, depicting a love struck whipped cream can and a bowl of scrambled eggs. ‘Yes. Quite,’ read another, this one showing a rather pretentious looking mustache sporting a monocle. No, no—Maybe, her fingers stilled on the hanger of a dark blue shirt before pulling it out, holding it up, and turning it towards her for further inspection. ‘WARNING: All bystanders may be written into my next book.’ Huh. She tugged her lip between her teeth and checked the size before draping it over her forearm. The material gathered at her elbow as she raised her palms to flick again through the fabrics. Usually, she prided herself on her gift-giving skills. Usually, she bought presents months in advance to avoid situations exactly like this, where she was forced to sort through all sorts of things with no time to actually think about the present. But lately she’d been distracted, spacey, and even jumpy if she were caught off guard. Her mind was occupied elsewhere, almost constantly. Even now it allotted only a modicum of actual consideration to Kevin’s gift. It was far too busy thinking about a certain cream envelope to focus on cotton mixes and the softness of a designated garment.
Harvard. Rory’s hands fell again and joined before her belly button, quickly reengaging with the anxious ring-twist, as she wandered a little further down the small shop’s aisle. Harvard. Rory ran her tongue over her canines, lips only slightly parted, and tried not to run up to the counter, hijack the intercom, and announce to the entire facility that she’d gotten into Harvard just to get it over with. But she’d never been like that. She never ripped her band-aids off. She soaked them with warm water and tugged, knowing it would hurt less if she just yanked, but enduring the sting of wound separating from faux-cotton padding instead. Rory raised one hand to her throat and hooked a finger over the lowest hanging pendant on her necklace and just let it stay there. She felt the heat of her own skin against her wrist and could almost feel the hopscotch hop of her heartbeat if she pressed her forearm down. She’d have to tell them all eventually. And who knew when they’d all get together like this again? She could do it over lunch…couldn’t she?
The answer was no. She couldn’t. There was too much to think about still. There was Emily, for one, and then Giles to consider. She worried most about Emmeline’s reaction to the news, but more about Giles finding it out before she told him. There were worst secrets to keep, she knew. She could be pregnant. She could have cancer (though being sick had always been Em’s forte). She could be moving to Sweden with a man she’d met on a bus. But Harvard was big. Harvard was almost too big to fit in an envelope. She knew for an absolute fact that her boyfriend hadn’t seen the envelope before she got it. She’d retrieved it on her way back in after a morning run. She’d run her thumbs over the emblem in the upper corner and had clutched it to her chest and had darted off their doorstep to the nearest diner. A weathered old waitress was the only one to see her open it, to see her smile then clutch her forehead and cry over coffee. “Good job, sweetie,” she’d said and had offered the girl a piece of store-bought cake on the house. Rory had shaken her head and dried her eyes and nose on a rough napkin. She’d tucked her precious paper into under the waistband of her running leggings and headed for home.
She’d hidden it, of course, though she almost expected it to yell out of it’s hiding place sometime and call for Giles to come see had his girlfriend had done. She thought she’d been clever, thought she’d found the one place her boyfriend wouldn’t ever look in their shared apartment. She’d hidden it—folded with shaky hands—at the bottom of a…feminine hygiene product box. It sat there for a long while without her looking for it, but every time she slipped into their bathroom, her eyes would stray away from her tempting shower and down towards the cabinet below the sink. She almost swore she could hear it talk. ‘Harvard,’ it said, with a glittering, dazzling, and entirely torturous tone. ’You got into Harvard, precious. What on earth is keeping you here?’ A lot of things, as a matter of fact, especially her friends. They’d been together since kindergarten, had weathered the brutal blows of High School, and had fought and loved and cried and laughed together. To start over entirely, to leave them all and just go seemed impossible. And then there was Emmeline. Poor, warped, broken-bird Emmeline. She was older than Rory, but somehow the younger sister had always managed to feel a certain protectiveness for her dear Em, one that stretched over the assumed superiority linked with sibling seniority. Maybe it was the fact that she and Em were The Girls while Adam and Paul were The Guys. They were attached at the hip, so to speak, and Rory doubted their relationship would be much different if they were, in fact, literally joined.
She raised two slightly balled fists to her chocolate milk eyes and pressed her knuckles against her lowered eyelids. She drew in a breath and released it through stubbornly lax lips. Relax. That’s what she had to do. Just drop everything and relax. Rory tried for a moment, tried to let all the little muscles in her face loosen and smooth away the faint, anxious furrow between her brows. Her friends knew her too well for her to even hope going to lunch with this particular expression would slide by unnoticed. Speaking of which…
Rory’s eyes darted up to the clock above the slouching, sleepy-eyed cashier and widened. Holy crap. She darted forward, pressed her palms against the edge of the checkout counter, and squinted at the clock’s face. It’s wrong, it’s wrong. It can’t be right. To say she’d gotten there early would be a grand understatement. She’d been wandering around the Prudential Towers since it’s shiny glass doors first opened. She’d watched the tourists, the weekenders, and the panicked, late employees meander in, careless, happy shoppers thinking about nothing but the new sale down the hall and how good the coffee smelled. Rory’s hand plunged into her bag and pulled out her phone. She clicked a few buttons and raised it to her ear, her eyes focused on the clock and the fingers of her free hand drumming nervously against the countertop. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, Em. Pick up the phone. Pick up your damn phone. Rory’s unoccupied hand worked its way up into her hair, where it would rake through again and again, smoothing out all possible snarls while the phone rang. Then, finally, she heard a click. Whether or not Emily had actually picked up the phone hadn’t mattered that much. That the device was working properly supplied its own dose of comfort. Without waiting for a greeting or a voice message, Victoria Rochester began to talk. “Em, hi, it’s me. Has Kev called you yet? I—I lost track of time. I’m sorry, E. I’m so, so sorry. Are you alright? Did you take…everything? Hey, listen, I’m at the Towers already. D’you want me to get you some coffee or something?” Rory dropped the shirt down on the counter and darted off towards the main section of the mall and the food court to follow up with her offer. s**t, she thought, clenching her jaw and pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. How could she have forgotten? How could she have ever let Emily’s wakefulness and wellbeing go unchecked? Kevin would have surely called at some point, but, for heaven’s sakes, Rory was her sister. The youngest Rochester pulled in a rough, panicked breath and leaned against a nearby pillar, her eyes focused just beyond the couches and out towards the sleepy city skyline. She wouldn't realize until later that she'd forgotten to hang up the phone.  h
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:22 pm
 A rack of T-shirts away from Rory, Maggie was browsing through the clothes just as Rory was. Maggie knew she wasn’t going to get her bestfriend a T-shirt for his birthday. They had been best friends for awhile and she wanted to get him something special. Exactly what that something special is, she doesn’t know yet. She wasn’t even really looking at the T-shirts as her eyes swept over them. The only reason she was in here was because Rory was. Taylor managed to escape from Maggie whenever she wasn’t looking. Maggie has been trying to get a moment alone with Taylor for a long time, but she has done a good job of avoiding her. She can’t avoid me forever. We have to talk about that night sometime. It has been on her mind ever since the night of the party. Maggie knows that Taylor is less than willing to talk about what happened, but Maggie can’t let it go. What happened came as a surprise to her, and she isn’t really too sure what to feel about it.
Throughout her years in high school, Maggie was too focused on getting her website online to worry about boy problems. Instead of getting caught up in all the drama, she flew below the radar, having one or two short time relationships with a guy. At the time it wasn’t because she was interested in girls, it was just that she was too busy. All her spare time was in designing her website and playing online games. She’d spend hours a day playing various online games, losing track of the time. So when the night of the party came and her and Taylor slept together, Maggie couldn’t help but question herself. As she thought of it, this whole situation sounded like that Katy Perry song. “I kissed a girl and I liked it… It felt so wrong, it felt so right.”
Trying to get the song out of her head, she looked over at Rory. “Have you found anything yet?” she asked her friend. As Maggie waited for an answer, she realized Rory wasn’t listening. It wasn’t the same type of ignoring that Taylor was doing, Rory just looked distracted. She was physically here, absently looking at shirts, but she was off somewhere, thinking about something. Maggie was thinking of interrupting Rory’s thoughts to ask what was on her mind, when all of a sudden Rory ran towards the checkout counter and stared at the clock. She must have forgotten something. From back at the rack, Maggie silently watched as she rummaged through her bag for her phone and frantically called her sister. Maggie was going to offer her some help, but before she could, Rory was out of the store and on her way.
This left Maggie all alone in the store. Giles had gone off somewhere to take a call, again, and she had no idea where he was. She debated trying to find him, follow Rory, or to just look for a birthday present all by herself. Not really wanting to be alone, she quickly stepped out of the store and managed to catch a glimpse of Rory running off. Walking quickly to try and keep Rory in her sights, Maggie followed Rory to the entrance of the mall. When she finally caught up, Taylor had just arrived. Maggie didn’t know what to do. She wanted to go over there, but she didn’t want Taylor to run off again. After standing there for a few moments, Maggie decided to just go over there. If Taylor doesn’t want to be near me, then that is her problem. I shouldn’t have to avoid my friends. Taking a breath she walked over to the small group. “Hey everyone, how’s it going?” she asked the group with a smile on her face. OOC: If you can't read the color because it is too light, just let me know and I can change it. On my computer it looks fine, but I know others are different.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 7:47 am
itwaonetwothreⒾ knσw ყσu wαnt тσ ☏ тo мεthreef╚═══»ßµŦ тнεrεs α ✖ σvεr мy мσuth.➷ ❝ι'м sσяяყ❞ I ιgnorε ყou, αnd → ყσu σutlovey ι'm waιtιng fσr мყ мιnd tσ clear, вuт ☮mymothertoldmetosιмρℓy wσnт cσмeititwaxxx☻Polyvore
xxxxxx☻Theme Song
They aren’t coming.
As much as Emmeline tried to ignore that whispering voice, it was speaking a touch too loudly for her to ignore. With her resolve against moping weakened by the gnawing sensation of heartbreak sneaking up from her subconscious, the voice climbed through a hole in the castle wall to penetrate the area of her psyche that was the most vulnerable. At that moment, it happened to be her heart. Even hearing that little phrase in her mind brought with it a painful sting. They only worry about you because they -have- to. Mother will snap at Rory if she doesn’t check up on you. Knowing in all certainty that her mind’s little phrase could not be completely true, she discarded the latter portion. Unknowingly nibbling on her thumb in the chair as her eyes glanced about the cold…empty…mall. It was almost funny how alienated she felt whilst surrounded by crowds full of people. ‘ None of them are looking for me…’ Watching the happy couples walk by, holding hands, the voice attacked someplace infinitely more dear.
She doesn’t care about you Emmeline. Her eyes welling up with fluid, Emily squeezed her hand into a fist and cocked her chin down towards her lap so that her dark hair would hide the pain from being seen on her face. As successful as being away from Taylor had been at keeping her thoughts from dwindling towards the strange sensations fluttering in her chest, that one little thought released every bubble of pain to the surface. Like pulling the plug out of the bathtub too quickly. ‘ Stop it! I don‘t want to think about her’, but the image of her good friend’s cheerful smile blossomed within her minds eye, and like a horror movie Emmeline could not rid herself of the image. Whether by intention or not, she couldn’t stop thinking about her. Nothing impure or sexual of course, but she felt something that could not be explained. Maybe its just because she seems so happy with Kevin… Unfortunately, that answer didn’t satisfy. There had to be something more, and Emmeline had been trying to avoid it. Feeling the walls begin to cage in, Emmeline raised her left hand to her face and curled up into a ball within the chair.
If you tell her, she’ll never want to talk to you again. Yeah, she’ll be nice, say hello, chat sometimes, but your friendship will be over. It will be…too awkward…for her to see you the same way anymore. You’ll always be the brain-dead mental patient. Or worse, a demented pervert incapable of real feelings. Each word was like a stone being thrown against a window. Tap, tap, tapping until she emotionally shattered. But today, was not that day. Swallowing the lake that had been gathering within her mouth, Emily fought down the torrent of emotion and tears and waited a good minute before breathing out again to allow her watering eyes to dry. ‘ I should not be crying over this. I don‘t cry, and I wont cry.’ The voice had to be lying. Someone was looking for her.
Just then, Emily’s eggplant-hued phone began to ring a jingling tune, and Emily clenched her eyes shut as the water threatened to regurgitate from whence it came. Where are you Em?!? Why did you drive off on your own?!? How stupid can you be?!? The voice of her sister flooded into her ears just at hearing Rory’s ringtone sing from within her pocket. Already feeling the pang of more little stones being cast upon her glass heart, Emily just let the tune continue until a little cricket’s chirp indicated that she had a voicemail. ‘ I‘m so sorry I worried you Rory…But I…I just….’, the water started to travel up her throat. ‘ I just can‘t talk to you right now.’ Opening her dry eyes, the pain within her heart destroyed all desire to finish her pretzel right then. The food would only inspire more nasty comments, more sharp rocks to throw at her window, and she wouldn’t be able to savour the taste of it without being called fat or overweight. Trapped in her own sea, the only thing Emily could do was close her eyes and count to ten. ‘ Just breathe…’ And on three, Emily opened her eyes, to discover a peculiar sight.
Her sister Rory…leaning against a pillar. Apparently out of breath. As cruel as it might be, the sight brought an alleviated smile to Emily’s face. Relief frightening away the voice back through the hole in the wall. ‘ I wont have to hear that voicemail after all…’ Reposting her feet back on the floor instead of being cradled against her chest, Emily’s entire countenance seemed to change. Cheered by the sight of her sister being worried into a tizzy. Emotionally bolstered by the euphoria of being a cause for concern, selfish as it was, Emmeline couldn’t help but spit up a bubbling laugh and nibble at her pretzel. ‘ Silly sister of mine…always worrying about me.’
“ Your late.”, Emmeline piped up with a snicker, her mouth still inches away from the last place she had nibbled. Sporting an impish grin, Emily shook her head as if she had just thought up a tease or joke and was trying not to say it. If not for the fact that she was -very- comfortable in her chair, she would have crossed the distance to give her younger sister a much needed hug. Look at ms. Worrywort now. Panting for breath because you drove here by yourself without calling her first. Emily felt a giggle well up within her throat, but the giggle was short-lived.
“ Hey, Em! Rory! How are you guys?”, Emmeline’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as Taylor plopped on the chair beside her own without a moment’s pause. GOOD GOD! Emmeline forgot how to breathe. ‘ When did she get in here?’ Taylor’s quiet feet should be a violation against mall policy. Usually Emily was always so good at detecting people when they walked by…Her face momentarily paling over, Emily debated getting out of her ’claimed’ chair and asking her sister to go shopping just to get away from her. Your acting ridiculous Em! SAY HELLO! Or she’ll find out…Swallowing her pride, Emily smiled as if nothing was awkward or out of place.
“ Hey Taylor!”, Emily’s Cheshire cat smile splashed across her face in teasing mischief. Her usual demeanor, even if it was a placebo. You really shouldn’t hunch or smile like that Em, its not very attractive. Caught in the web of that comment, Emily raised her right hand to push a few locks of her hair behind one ear to show off her ‘pretty’ face. Sitting up strait instead of hunching, Emily leaned her body away from her friends and looked up just in time to see Magnolia walking towards them with a…strange, sort of smile plastered upon her face. The closer she got to their little meeting place, the more relaxed Magnolia’s smile became.
“ Hey everyone, how‘s it going?”, Emmeline genuinely smiled, and it felt like all her apprehension of sitting next to Taylor began to wane. The more people that were around them, the less awkward it was to be in the same space as Taylor. Protected by the sheer presence of a good-sized ‘group’, Emmeline gaily sat upright in her chair and batted Magnolia a gloriously happy face. Her salvation had arrived. ‘ Mag will shop with Taylor like always.’ Convinced in that regard, Emmeline did something further than just express her serene happiness towards only Magnolia. She patted the large armrest of her chair before scooting over on her ‘claimed’ loveseat so that she wasn’t hogging it anymore. If Magnolia was okay with being a little squished, they could both sit on the chair. Preferably with Magnolia in the middle.
Looking up just once more after smacking her chair, Emmeline let out a little chuckle at seeing Giles leaning against a decorative sculpture tearing into a pretzel. With the almost lizard-like expression on his somewhat plain phizog, Emmeline knew the man had something worrying him. But he probably wouldn’t say anything, so she just ignored his…sneakiness. I’ll just mess with him a little.
“ Hey Giles, did they trick you too?”, Holding up her pretzel, Emmeline shoved whatever amount happened to be left into her mouth and used both hands to hide her gluttony from her friends. At least they all had the relationship to be able to be silly or messy and not fear ridicule. Quick as a whip, Gile’s cat-like sneer half-smile cracked on his face.
“ Nah, willing slave to pretzels.”, Gile’s eyes bulged in a taunt (whether he meant to do so or not) as he bit off a big piece of his pretzel and chewed on it like a cow with table manners. Narrowing her eyes in a teasing glance, a snort-like giggle nasally flooded out of her body. ‘ Like I‘d wanna eat your pretzel after you ate off of it.’ Shaking her head, Emmeline looked around the mall absentmindedly, her eyebrow raised in curiosity. ‘ Where‘s Kevin?’ For some reason, something felt very wrong about this situation. Kevin was one who tended to be late or absentminded, especially when he was writing; but, there was an odd feeling at Emmeline couldn’t place. An ominous whisper that something bad wasn't right.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 7:49 am
 →ŦhэmeMy father is a selfish gangster, and I'm just like himPolყvorэ←
In the hall beside the bathroom, lurking in the darkness, stood Giles with his neck craned over to read the hazy screen of his cellular telephone. Like a spectre, the light brought out the features of his face enough to display a worrisome look. Nay, worrisome was not quite the word one would use. Distraught was a more suitable choice. Glancing down at the screen, Gile’s felt his stomach turn. He had only listened to the text message fourteen times in the past three days; but, he could never hear it enough. Each time he listened to it, Veronica’s voice sounded new. As the moment, Giles’s eyes flickered over the mailbox in his phone.
One new voicemail.
‘ Why does this have to happen today?’, His mouth formed an uncomfortable grimace, and it took all his willpower to finally type in his little password and bring the phone to his ear. Listening for three very long seconds, finally a voice began to agitatedly speak on the other line…except…it wasn’t Veronica’s voice. It was Rizzo. And he was very angry.
“ Listen up *sshole! I can’t wait ANY longer for the money! I‘ve been waiting for three f***ing months! My boss is starting to suspect something! You have THREE F***ING DAYS TO GET THE F***ING C*NT MONEY OR YOUR CR*TCHFACED B*TCH‘LL BE PUSHING DAISIES!”, There was genuine panic in Rizzo’s voice, and to be honest Giles didn’t blame his friend for worrying. ‘ SH*T! SH*T! SH*T! How am I going to fork up that much lettuce?!?’ THREE DAYS? His friend was panicking, if the man even wanted to be his friend anymore after all the crap he made Rizzo put up with. His heart palpitating in his throat, Giles had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. Though that action only resulted with him sliding down the wall in anguish.
“ CALL ME BACK DIPSH*T! -Now-.” There was a brutally loud click on the other end, precluded by the sound of static like sound buzzing into Gile’s ear canal. As if the person on the other line was fumbling with the phone in panic. Fearing a horrible reaction, Giles didn’t really want to call him and ruin the day…again. Pick up the phone! Rizzo isn’t messing around this time. Giles scoffed, though he didn’t believe his own sarcastic noise. ‘ Like hell I‘m calling Rizzo. He can eat sh*t for all I care.’, but the reality of the moment was that if he didn’t call the man back and smooth over the situation, things could go horribly wrong. Not to him, of course, but for Veronica, Rory, Magnolia, and everyone else he knew. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money to borrow, and Giles now felt the regrettable sting of yet another bad decision. You should have just asked your father for the money. Sucked it up and begged. Disgusted with the suggestion, Gile’s tasted metaphorical vomit in his mouth.
Picking up the phone, Giles dialled a number, and walked out of the bathroom hallway fifteen minutes later.
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‘ Why does all this sh*t have to happen to me?’, Contrary to popular belief, Giles wasn’t raised in a poor family. He wasn’t the guy who went from foster home to group home that he told everyone that he was. The last person to really join the group of friends, he didn’t even meet Magnolia and the others until he changed schools during freshman year. Even then, he wasn’t the most...lovely person to be around. Even now, he wasn't the loveliest person to hang out with. But the past was something he was never going to tell his friends. Or his girlfriend for that matter. I’d tell them anything. Everything. Except who my father is. To be true, Giles had even lied to confessed to Emily that his father was dead. Walking through the mall, Giles could just vaguely see Rory and Magnolia at the waiting area. The outline of Emmeline looking up at them; talking. ‘ Ugh…please not now…’ Seeing the same pretzel and lemonade shop that Emily had recently visited, Giles was hit with a fresh wave of a salty, fresh bread, scent. After everything he had just went through…his stomach began to churn uncomfortably.
“ Fresh Pretzels! Fresh Pretzels! Hey! -you- there! ” Distracted, Giles turned his head towards the counter. His eyes seeing -all at once- the freshly baked criss-crossed loaves rotating in the display case. ‘ Oh god those look good…’, salivating over the smell, Giles turned his head towards the group to watch the picturesque scene down at the other end of the mall. You really should be heading over there… Giles grimaced. ‘ and hear them ask me: ‘So who was on the phone?’ f*** no.’ Vaguely hearing the young woman behind the counter clearing her throat, Giles flickered his eyes back towards the irresistible display of savoury rotating confections.
“ Yeah, wrap one up for me; will ya?”, Knowing from experience what that person was going to ask before she asked him, Giles shoved his hand into his pocket to pull out his wallet as his mouth spat out a reply.
“ Salted. No, I don‘t want lemonade.” Great job avoiding the masses Giles. Really, you should get an award for cowardice. Thumbing out a two-dollar bill, Giles tossed it on the counter. ‘ Shut the f*** up. I need to think.’, as if on command, images of Veronica started to weasel their way into his brain, clouding his frame of thought. You have to tell Rory…before she finds out on her own. Feeling the sticky fingers of guilt claw at his belly, Giles manoeuvred his way towards his friends as he brought the pretzel to his mouth and tore off a bite.
Walking his usual, skulking, canter towards the group, Giles finally made it to the waiting area. Deciding to simply listen to the conversation until he finished his pretzel, he leaned his body against a decorative sculpture. His eyes dark and watchful like a snake. Uncharacteristically silent because of the foul mood festering in his chest, eating that pretzel was all he could do to keep from conversing. Unfortunately, Emily spotted him.
“ Hey Giles, did they trick you too?”, Em held up the last bite of a pretzel to signify what she meant, and Giles felt his mouth form a forced half smile. A half-hearted chuckle bubbling out of his throat. The laugh almost tasted like bile, and Giles forced a grin and shrugged. Of course Emily notices your silent entry.
“ Nah, willing slave to pretzels.”, Taking a bite to prove his point, Giles tore off that bite like a dog. His eyes lighting up with the playfully sadistic glint that he was known for before all signs of glee were washed away. Turning to look at his girlfriend, he felt his stomach churn again. This time it was almost painful. Tell her. Not wanting to listen to his conscience, Giles felt the pain in his stomach increase. As if his body was trying to strangle him from the inside out. ‘ Not now.’
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 3:19 pm
something filled upxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
my heart with nothing.xxxxxxxxxx
someone told me not to cry xxi know it feels goodxxxxxto be used, when you're usingThe phone rang. It was shrill, faraway as it cut through the dark fog and the burning silence. Lyric awoke with a start, his cheek feeling the tingle of blood rushing back in, as it left the keys. He squinted up at the monitor, to review the fruits of last night's very late labor. Nothing. Garbled, sleep-talk, mostly, graced the white screen, and the cursor blinked at the end of the last strain of " asdawefczdfr". Lyric's hand found his phone somewhere on the desk, while the other tried to rub his eyes back from foggy sightlessness.
"Hello?" Lyric sounded unlike himself, even to his own ears. He backtracked through the writing to find the last coherent sentence, and deleted what remained. He saved and exited the document, closing his laptop as he leaned back in his chair to listen. His eyes searched out his clock, maybe to measure the number of hours of sleep he'd gotten the night before. To guess how much time had passed. What time did his face hit the keyboard? He didn't even remember, but undoubtedly it'd been too late. He cursed his lack of productivity, staring down the character sketches that were laid out on his desk. Rough sketches of scenes and characters, some of which he would never use. Scenes written on the bus, or while waiting in line for coffee, things that would never come in handy, but to which he was already too attached to throw out.
"You didn't just wake up, did you?" It was his father, a rough-voiced, critic of everything who meant well, but didn't much care to express that. "It's almost three." Almost three to the older Giordano could be as late as two-thirteen, but either way, it was too late. The realization was enough to spring Lyric from his comfortable chair, and set him looking for clean clothing. How long ago was he supposed to meet Emily? Was it hours? How many? "Anyway, I'm calling to tell you that your mother wants to have dinner with you, for your birthday."
"Course, dad. How about next week? Really busy with work and things, you know." Lyric responded hurriedly, throwing clean clothes on the bed and wading through what seemed like an ocean of dirty jeans to find his cell phone. He wasn't a slob, but things had a tendency to pile up. Once he sent off the novel to the editor, he'd clean everything-- and he'd live like a sensible human being again.
"Work?" His father scoffed. "You don't work." He seemed indignant, maybe even offended that Lyric called what he did work. "You haven't worked a day in your life." It wasn't exactly an argument, not even the start of one. "But if you want to put off your mom 'till next week, then fine. I'm sure she'll be hurt that you don't ever want to spend time with her." His father's guilt trips weren't the most convincing thing he'd ever heard. Lyric waited until he heard the other phone disconnect before he dared to snap his cell phone shut. It was a shame that the only thing he thought of was, good, that hadn't taken long.
Lyric took a cold shower, in record time. He dressed and, having misplaced his phone already, spent precious seconds searching it out in the area between the bedroom and bath. Finally. Lyric stuffed his wallet into his back pocket, and took only time enough to grab one more thing. In a little used drawer of the nightstand sat neglected old notebooks that had held a million short stories from his wasted time in class, back in high school. Lyric pushed the notebooks out of the way, and found a black velvet casing. A small box whose only distinguishable marking was the seam that marked the mechanism through which the top rose, and it opened. Lyric smuggled it sneakily into his pocket, where it had been sitting for weeks, transferred secretly from pocket to drawer to pocket. Waiting.
Lyric moved quickly, pushing the notebooks carefully back into place and closing the drawer, hiding the evidence of its disturbance by draping a scarf over the nightstand. Lyric barely took the second to comb his fingers through his wet hair before taking off, texting as he flew down the stairs and toward the parking lot where "Old and-not-quite-Reliable" sat awaiting him. Guilt wretched his stomach, threatening to constrict it in its iron grip.
To: Emily
From: Lyric
xxxUp late. Forgive me?
xxxMeet you at the mall.
Emily was, though she didn't know, the reason for Lyric's most recent success. He'd been observing her, watching her every move, and watching as her diseased progressed. It made for gold, in his novel, adding in enough tragedy to tie the whole thing together, rather than it being just another twist on the old "who done it" story. She couldn't know, though, and Lyric knew that the amount of time that he'd been spending with her had started to look familiar. How much closer had they gotten since he'd started using her? As an author, he was expected to take situations from real life, maybe stories that he'd heard, but he wasn't supposed to victimize the people who were ailing at the expense of his success. It wasn't fair to her. He'd been raised better.
Lyric had been driving on auto-pilot, and looked up only to see the traffic he had ahead of him. More time for his conscience to chew him up inside. He retaliated, even before he could consider what lack of basis his thoughts had. Didn't he deserve some success, busting his a** on story after story that just wasn't good enough? Finally, he was on his way out of obscurity, and his conscience was trying to ruin it for him. After this story, maybe he'd be able to take a break, maybe get a little job on the side, where he could people-watch guilt-free. Then he wouldn't have to use his friends, they could be friends again, rather than specimens to be observed for material.
He'd hit such a wall, only weeks ago. Lyric cursed himself for not wanting to return to that, but it had seemed like hell at the type. Sitting for hours behind the keyboard with nothing to write. He was on the edge, inches away from unveiling the killer, and sending it off. Lyric felt his engine cut off, and the lights on the dashboard flicker and die, only to look up and see the Prudential Tower huge and ominous, as well as a symbol for the cooperate agenda that he had once used in a short story, standing before him. He couldn't be a self-hating, pitying depressive and be fun to be around at the same time, so Lyric choked back his guilt as he pulled the key out of the ignition and stepped out of the car.
The mall atop the tower was bustling, as always, with the smell of hot pretzels in the air. Lyric eyed them as he passed, but decided against it. A familiar group stood not too far ahead, and having completely swallowed his conscience, he was able to put on his usual, cheerful smile and wander over to them. "Having fun without me?" Even his exaggerated sad-face was a little laughable. It looked like both Emily and Giles had fallen for the undeniable allure of the baked, mall pretzel, and for the moment Lyric felt somewhat proud of his self-control. our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 4:21 pm
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ All my life I've been good
But now I'm thinking
What the h e l l ? Taylor couldn’t help but feel a bit upset by Emily’s reaction to her arriving. Sure she greeted her and everything, even smiled a bit but then almost acted as if she wasn’t there. This had been happening a lot lately. It seemed every time Taylor tried to contact Em, she was busy or just couldn’t talk to her. It was frustrating. Em was Taylor’s best friend. Why was she avoiding her? It could be that Taylor was looking too much into it. Maybe it all was unintentional and Emily didn’t realize what she was doing to Taylor. Still that idea was bugging her. She simply wished she could get Emily alone to talk to her about this. Get the whole thing figured out once and for all.
Then to make matters worse, here came Magnolia. As soon as that thought crossed Taylor’s mind, she wanted to smack herself upside the head. She loved Magnolia, she really did but this whole thing between them was just messing with her head. If Magnolia would stop pestering her about that night, then Taylor knew she would find it much more enjoyable to be around her. She forced a smile in Magnolia’s direction and even managed a little ”Hey.”
It might be silly but there was a big reason why Taylor didn’t like being around Magnolia. Even though she knew Mag hadn’t told anyone yet, Taylor felt that if the two of them were together in public then people would just know. They would figure out everything. It would be like Taylor had a gigantic stamp across her forehead. ’Magnolia and I slept together. I cheated on Lyric. Judge me.’ It was silly. There was no way anyone would be able to find out unless they were told. Taylor knew she would tell her friends eventually. Of course, she would have to have that long awaited talk with Magnolia first. But the first person she would have to tell would be Lyric. She had to be the one to tell him and she knew it couldn’t wait too much longer.
Of course, the thought of her friends finding out was the thing she dreaded most. What would they think? She knew what they would think. They would automatically label her a lesbian. They would think that just because of one stupid night where she got drunk, that she was actually gay. That wasn’t true. She wasn’t a lesbian. She liked guys. There was even proof of that with Lyric. She found guys attractive. Lately, things had been a little fuzzy but she just blamed it on that night. However, if she were to be completely honest she would know this wasn’t the case.
Taking herself out of her thoughts, Taylor noticed Em basically motion for Magnolia to come sit with her, putting her next to Taylor. Not wanting to be put in that situation, Taylor looked around for something to be able to excuse herself. Seeing Lyric approaching she smiled at him and gave him a small wave. ”Hey.” Standing up, she walked over to stand by him and then looked at the rest of the group. ”Someone can take my seat if they want. I have too much energy to sit still for too long.” There. That sounded like a reasonable excuse. She hoped the others would buy it, but then, why would they doubt it?
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 12:43 am
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xxxxxx☻Theme Song
A bubbling chuckle escaping through her throat, Emily smiled at Giles’ sarcastic humor. Laughing whole-heartedly for the longest moment. It wasn’t his fault that Emily found him hilarious, he just had one of those faces that looked goofy almost all the time. Giles, tearing off a bit of his pretzel like some savage animal…Emily bit on the inside of her lips to keep stifle giggles. Poor Giles. It was then that Emily’s phone beeped, and she reached down to fish it from her jeans pocket. Opening her ruby red phone, the screen lit up that Lyric had texted. Secretly, Emily called her friend Kevin sometimes because there had been a time when his face resembled the kid from the movie: Home Alone. Ever since then, Em couldn’t even watch that movie and not think of her friend and giggle. So his ‘nickname’ on her phone said: Kevin, even though it was not his name. Usually, she restrained herself from calling him that in public, but what she put on her phone she had absolute control over. Unlike other things…
“ Having fun without me?”, Emily had been about to text back when she heard Lyric’s voice, so she simply snapped her phone shut and shoved it back into her right jeans pocket. ‘ Speak of the devil.’ As he was -here- now, there really wasn’t any reason to answer the silly text anyway. Completely unintentional of how this might look, Emily’s eyes lit up at the sight of Lyric now standing nearby the rest of the group. Lit up by the sun, a radiant smile blossomed upon her face.
“ Lyric!”, Emily almost burst forth out of her chair to scurry over to her -new- best friend. What with Taylor getting up at about the same time to start towards him, it seemed that lounging about the little ‘chair area’ was null and void; regardless. ‘ Might as well get up now than waste my time in that chair.’ Over the past few months, Lyric had been there for her a lot and it showed in her opinion of him. True, she hated to be ‘taken care of’ by any person, but, he wasn’t quite as annoying as Rory when he did it, so she could not complain. Trying to give Lyric a friendly half-hug, Emily then turned her head to face the group with a nonchalant expression upon her face.
“ Well now that you’re here Lear, does anyone want to see whats playing at the cinema?”, Waiting for answer, Emmeline turned her head towards Lyric as if there was no one else in the room. Rather obvious in her fondness for her brotherly friend.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:34 pm
I’m going to take my time, take my shot
I’m going to give it all that I’ve got
Not giving up without a fight
Going to let it all out,
It’s my life
Maggie was glad to see that Emily was happy to see her. She could only wish Taylor felt the same way. When she acknowledged Maggie’s arrival, she could tell Taylor didn’t mean it. She knew right away that Taylor wasn’t as happy to see her. Maggie knew thought, that she brought it upon herself. If she hadn’t pressured and pushed Taylor into talking about that night every time they were together, then maybe being together wouldn’t be so hard. Maggie simply smiled in response, not really knowing what to say. She was about to sit down in the seat Emily patted, when Emily laughed and called out to Giles who just left the pretzel stand. After giving Giles a small wave, Maggie turned back around to take that seat Emily offered. It wasn’t because she needed to sit down, it was so she wouldn’t seem rude. Emily has always been a little funny, and for some reason Maggie didn’t really know how to act around her.
Before she could sit down though, Lyric finally arrived. She turned to look at her best friend and smiled at him. Her “Hey Lyric” was drowned out by Emily’s delighted greeting. The way that Emily and Lyric hung around so much, sort of made Maggie jealous; not in the boyfriend-girlfriend sort of way, but in that Emily was replacing Maggie as Lyric’s best friend. He was always willing to take care of her and look after her, that it made Maggie feel like he wanted to hang around Emily more than herself. As soon as he arrived, Taylor jumped out of her seat and offered it to anyone else. For some reason, Maggie felt the reason she got up was so she didn’t have to sit next to her, rather than because her boyfriend arrived.
As she looked at Lyric, Emily and Taylor all right next to each other, Maggie couldn’t help but wonder if Taylor felt the same sort of jealousy as she did. Sometimes it seemed that Lyric was with Emily more than Taylor and Maggie combined. She wouldn’t have to worry about it if we just talked about that night. Maggie knew Taylor was confused about it all, but so was she. That’s why she felt the need to talk to her. By talking about it, it could possibly help them figure out what it all meant. Avoiding it, left so many unanswered questions, and Maggie didn’t want to go through life wondering what if. It took a minute to realize that Emily had asked the group a question. When she looked up at her, Maggie immediately noticed the way Emily looked at only Lyric. Seriously, who does she think she is? Is there even anything good playing at the theater?
Maggie knew her harsh thoughts were uncalled for and just a result of the stupid emotion called jealousy. She wouldn’t have ever said any of that out loud, plus there was always one or two movies playing that she wouldn’t mind seeing. Although it would take some time away from trying to find Lyric the perfect gift, maybe there would be a chance to get Taylor alone so she could attempt to talk to her. “I’m up for anything. If you guys wanna see a movie, I’m all for it.” If they all agreed to see a movie, Maggie would be fine with that. If they would rather do something else or shop around, she was cool with that too. There was always things to be done at her small eCove store.
εїз Fly or fall it’s for me to decide εїз
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