Rikki Cross
Law Enforcement
Grade 11
Love to Hate
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Post by Rikki Cross on Jul 4, 2010 3:43:54 GMT -4
Rikki looked through the lunch items, it wasn’t exactly what momma use to make but it would suffice. Rikki picked up two slices of pizza, her one guilty pleasure, two nice, sour green apples, a bottle of water and a piece of banana cream pie. She rationalized the pie from the one hundred and fifty pushups and one hundred sit ups she did today. She took the food to a table close to the doors and pulled out her favorite book, Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, the man was a philosophical genius and Rikki regularly re read the book, so far her favorite quote was "When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil. When full, starve them. When settled, make them move." The Art of War wasn’t just a book to her it was like her sacred text. Rikki picked up an apple and dismantled it with military speed and precision, she competed with her dad for food at the dinner table and the speed she picked up from that was a habit she couldn’t break. She took big bites of the apple, juice dripping down her chin only to be lapped up by her lightning fast tongue. “As water has no constant form, there are in war no constant conditions.” She said out loud reading from her book, through a mouth half full of apple. She practically had this book memorized sense her dad bought her a copy. Rikki quickly stripped the other apple and started working on the pizza; she had crumbs and a sauce stain on her new Rob Zombie band shirt. Her faded black jeans covered black Cowboy boots with silver tips on the front and back, her father’s Marine hat on her head, her pony tail pulled through the back. What Rikki had in speed she lacked in tidiness, bits and pieces of food were all over, her crust crumbs were all over her shirt and the apple cores were snapped in half, lying in the middle of the table. She planned on taking time with her water. She wolfed down the last piece of pizza and whipped her hands off on a napkin and whipped off her face. She took a sip of the water once she uncapped it. She turned the page of her book and kept on reading. Rikki wondered what else was on this island she could do, she hadn’t even seen the whole establishment yet, just the gym, her dorm and the cafeteria, so far it was a really nice set up, she would love t have nice wide area to run in though, especially in her Hyena form, she would love to just shift and go chase a rabbit or try and eat one of the many gulls that seemed to inhabit the island. The pain of shifting was completely compensated by the pay off, being something more, something powerful and fast and brutishly strong. |
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 5, 2010 18:53:42 GMT -4
 
Mollie looked around around the cafeteria. She didn't have friends yet or any enemies... That's how new she was. She flipped her hair back and searched the tables looking to start trouble anywhere...
Awe. Mollie found a gross looking girl sitting in the back. She was engulfing her food as though it was going to run away from her. Mollie wrinkled her nose but she was use to juvie kids eating. She laughed to her self and fixed her outfit.
She was ready to make an enemy. She walked towards where the gross girl was sitting reading some book. She slid her tray on the table across from the miss disgusting. Mollie smiled as she sat and placed her pink sequined purse.
Mollie didn't look like much... In the Mean girl since but she was hardened by Foster care. Mollie was a rebel at heart and ready to fight anyone or anything around her.
Mollie stuck her fork in her salad peered at the girl from under her eyelashes. She wrinkled her nose a gain then placed a piece of lettuce in her mouth chew very carefully. She wiped her hands on her napkin and her face even though she knew nothing was there.
Mollie reached for her purse and got out a compact with a mirror. She flipped it open and fixed her hair. Then she turned it towards the gross girl and held out the mirror to her placing her hand right above the book she was adsorbed in to block the words.
"I think you got something... Right there." Mollie laughed a little then bit her lip looking at the girl to size her up. Crumbs covered the table and the girl. Mollie leaned in close and snapped the compact right in the girls face.
"You know you wouldn't be so hungry if you kept all the food in your mouth." Mollie put the compact back in her purse then stabbed her salad again. This time a shrimp came with it. She bit the shrimp in half and chewed. Waiting for the girl to respond. Hopefully she wouldn't just walk away. Clothes |
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Rikki Cross
Law Enforcement
Grade 11
Love to Hate
Posts: 46
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Post by Rikki Cross on Jul 5, 2010 19:27:49 GMT -4
Rikki was too absorbed in her water and her reading to notice the girl who sat across from her. Once the girl places a mirror in front of her book did she become angry, then when the girl commented on her current crumb covered state and snapped her little girly mirror in her face did Rikki instantly become enraged, she followed the carefully kept nails up a slim arm to the most girlishly ugly dress Rikki had ever seen, not that she had ever really wore anything girly in her life. Rikki almost gagged at the pink choker and the little pink bow headband. Rikki gave the girly girl the full effect of her cold, mirthless, honey colored eyes. Her snarky statement on Rikki’s eating habits pushed Rikki’s A-hole button. “You know in about eight to twelve hours you’re going to need to pull the stick out of your ass so you can pass that salad you’re nibbling on. Let me guess you turn into a little white rabbit, or maybe a guinea pig, or possibly a Rat?” Rikki gave a bout of cold, sardonic laughter then continued “Well whatever you turn into your human right now and I know every trick in the book to beat any human black and blue. Quit while you are ahead and walk away before I get ugly!” Rikki’s voice had a hint of a growl when she said ugly, her honey colored eyes showing a bottomless pool of rage. Rikki took another sip of her water and stood abruptly, brushing off the crumbs making sure to get some of them on the little brat who decided to try and pick on her today. Rikki’s dad told her to never take anyone’s crap, and she would live up to her father’s expectations. After Rikki de crumbed herself she sat and pulled the banana cream pie over to her and with blinding speed the pie was gone. Rikki licked her slightly cream covered lips and the whipping them with the napkin. Rikki looked up to see if the brat was still there, if she was Rikki would have to start thinking of tactics of chasing her off, or possibly shifting and scaring her off. Knowing Rikki’s luck she wouldn’t even be able to shift into anything dangerous to defend herself. Whatever happened the only way Rikki was leaving this table was if someone bigger and meaner (fat chance of that) carried her out. This little leopard printed, fashonista would have one hell of a time getting Rikki to leave this table. She should just count her lucky stars her father wasn’t around or she wouldn’t be conscious to see the next sunrise. Even with it just being Rikki that was still a possibility. |
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 5, 2010 21:19:20 GMT -4
“Well whatever you turn into your human right now and I know every trick in the book to beat any human black and blue. Quit while you are ahead and walk away before I get ugly!”
"Well, you already are ugly so is this the worst it gets or can you possibly get uglier?" Mollie asked it as though it was a genuine question. Though she didn't know if Gross girl heard her since she walked away.
Mollie pouted sad at the loss of fun and turned back to her salad wondering if the girl would come back. She had left her book at the table. Mollie looked over her shoulder at the girl and saw her gobble up some pie. Ew. Mollie laughed. Rat and bunnies don't eat shrimp! She was thinking to her self. She pulled gross girls book over to her as she chewed on her salad.
Mollie brushed a few crumbs from it and flipped to the cover. Sun Tzu’s The Art of War. OOOOO scary! She flipped through the pages and saw all the words and decided against reading any of it. Mollie really didn't read books. She never could get into them. She shrugged her shoulders and closed gross girls book.
Mollie looked back over her shoulder and saw gross girl starring at her. Mollie sat her fork down and picked up her book and waved it at her with a big smile on her face. Man, did she look feisty... Just what Mollie liked.
She places the book on the table and stays at the table one hand on Gross girl's book. She was really liking the Name Gross Girl it fit her perfectly. She looked back at the girl and say she was tall. Maybe as tall as Mollie with out her heals. Mollie probably couldn't take her in a fight but that's not what she was looking for. At least not a physical fight.
"Hey Gross Girl is this yours?" Mollie drummed her fingers and the books cover.
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Rikki Cross
Law Enforcement
Grade 11
Love to Hate
Posts: 46
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Post by Rikki Cross on Jul 6, 2010 0:32:19 GMT -4
Rikki gave a harsh, bone chilling cackle, about as close to a Hyena cackle as a human could get. People living on the African planes had feared that sound for thousands of years. The girl knew how to play the game, what with calling Rikki ugly, if Rikki were the run of the mill teenage girl she might actually have given a rip at being called ugly, however Rikki wasn’t a girly girl and didn’t particularly care what the girl called her. However when the girl touched Rikki’s book she crossed a line, Cross’s didn’t allow people to disrespect them or their property. Rikki played it cool until she had a chance to break the girls finger’s for touching things that didn’t belong to her. “What’s wrong? I bet you don’t want to read it because there aren’t enough pictures, right girly? Oh wait you probably don’t even know how to read do you girly?” Rikki took another drink of her water of her water and straightened her cap, flashing the second battalion pin, marines crest and MARSOC pin. Rikki’s father was a Black Ops Marine; Rikki had warrior’s blood in her veins, plus both of her parents were shifter Spotted Hyenas, Rikki was practically a pure bred fighter, she needed to play to her strength’s if Rikki could get this girl mad enough to take a swing at her she was finished, Rikki went on a major offensive. “I bet the only reason your picking on me is because you have parental issues. My parents loved me from birth, they raised me my whole life, only reason I’m here is so I can meet others of my kind. But why are you here? Parents didn’t want to have a freak in the house? Parents were never around? Or did they die in some sob story accident?” Rikki was going to hammer this girl hard, pull out all the stops, all batteries fire. Rikki quickly swiped the book back and stood up, towering over the girl and, yes, flexing some of her toned muscle. Rikki was laughing to herself. “I’m going to guess the latter, mom and dad die in a tragic accident, never to see their little girl again, boo hoo.” Rikki played it out, clasping her hands by her head dramatically, this was a ruse, if she struck out Rikki was in perfect blocking position. Rikki brought her knees together in the classic weak knee girlish position. Rikki even gave a little pout of mock sadness; it was the perfect bait for a conflict of the violent persuasion. “Poor child raised by strangers, shuttled from foster home to foster home. No one wants her, how sad. “Rikki eyed the girly girl with a sadistic humor shining in her eyes, Rikki was thoroughly enjoying this. “As for how they died, it probably was something completely underwhelming and played out, like a car crash, yeah lots of people die in car crashes.” Rikki nodded to herself as if answering her own question. “T boned by some dummy who couldn’t hold is liquor or some teen driver, looking for cheap thrills or to distracted to drive straight, blah, blah, blah.” Now all Rikki had to do was wait for her trap to be sprung and it would all go downhill from there. |
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 6, 2010 1:25:37 GMT -4
“What’s wrong? I bet you don’t want to read it because there aren’t enough pictures, right girly? Oh wait you probably don’t even know how to read do you girly?”
Mollie shrugged the week insult off. She didn't even give Gross Girl a retort to that one. She just leaned in placing her chin on her fist waiting for more. She let the girl grab her book back not really wanting it any ways. She waited for another insult to fly.
“I bet the only reason your picking on me is because you have parental issues. My parents loved me from birth, they raised me my whole life, only reason I’m here is so I can meet others of my kind. But why are you here? Parents didn’t want to have a freak in the house? Parents were never around? Or did they die in some sob story accident?”
Mollie smiled making it so she flashed her teeth. She nodded then played with the beads on her necklace. Seeing where Gross girl was going. She had been here a lot. Mollie knew her parents had died and that they would have loved her. She didn't need their love though she was a loner and turned out pretty well with out them. But this girl was going to play with the idea and try to bring Mollie down with it... That was pretty amateur.
“I’m going to guess the latter, mom and dad die in a tragic accident, never to see their little girl again, boo hoo.”
Mollie stood. She was three inches taller than Gross girl because of her heels. Though now that the girl stood in a potty dance position Mollie looked quite taller.
"You know Gross girl, You got my story right on track do you know any more or do you need to go potty 'cause that dance your doing is making me nervous."
Mollie bit her her lip and waited for more. She placed a hand on her hip and waited for the rest of her life story.
“Poor child raised by strangers, shuttled from foster home to foster home. No one wants her, how sad. As for how they died, it probably was something completely underwhelming and played out, like a car crash, yeah lots of people die in car crashes.”
Mollie twirled her hair impressed by how good this girl was with knowing what had happened in her life. Mollie chewed on her lip a little more.
“T boned by some dummy who couldn’t hold is liquor or some teen driver, looking for cheap thrills or to distracted to drive straight, blah, blah, blah.”
Mollie clapped her hands laughing a little. Mollie liked this tough competition. Mollie flipped back her hair ready with her retort.
"You are very good Gross girl. Brava. I mean did you hack into the schools records cause that hits my life right on the head. Did you know my little brother died in that crash and then I was torn away from my twin sister? Probably not. Because while I worked my way through the Foster's you were with your so called loving parents. So, you Gross Girl think you got this love thing over me but you don't. Maybe if you didn't have love you would have something over me because I've seen stuff you'd never imagine. Love makes people weak. Sorta like you."
Mollie smiled a big smile. This girl was good and it sort of made Mollie want to dance. She loved having this thrill back. |
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Post by Sieffre De Sauveterre on Jul 6, 2010 18:52:20 GMT -4
SIEFFRE DE SAUVETERRE *
I'LL MEET YOU ON THE
O T H E R S I D E
He shivered as he stood staring at the possible food choices that he could pick from. Slender hands curled together, trying to gain some warmth, as he took a step to the side letting someone else pass him. There was nothing in front of him that was catching his interest for food, really, probably because it felt like his stomach was busy tying it's self up in knots as he worried. His thoughts all but chased each other and apparently going for a nice long run hadn't help him calm down any. His almost ever present headphone were clamped over his ears, even though he had tuned out the music a good deal of time before hand, the bright red cord very obvious against his otherwise drab colourless clothing. His fingers fiddled with a thin bracelet around his left wrist, a simple silvery band, under the black and white cuffs of his FOX brand jumper. The cord ran along the black of his t-shirt then slipped under the zipped up jumper only to reappear for a scant distance to dissappear in to the pocket of the old jeans he was wearing. Three belts, obviously sold like that, wrapped around his hips one tight around him and the other two left to ride higher on one hip than the other. All in all the effect was a bit feminizing on him, really, and made him seem a good deal more frail.
Finally he reached out and grabbed a fruit salad, his fingers uncurling to grip delicately at the container, and after who knows how long contemplating with in the cafeteria line up he was out. Taking one of the cheap plastic forks in their individual plastic wrapping he shoved it in to his pants pocket and looked around the room. With a soft sigh he decided to just retreat back to his Dorm room and try to figure out if he should say anything to Zander at all. The song that was playing was was an interesting sounding French-Canadian woman, and while he himself didn't speak French he could to some extend get at least the gist of what was being said, but even though he didn't understand half of what was being said he liked the sound, and quickly had lost himself with in the sounds of music.
At least until the sound of almost fighting words broke through the distance that he had created with the music. Carefully he reached up and pulled one of the headphone back sticking it behind his ear and turned down the music to listen to the words passing back and forth between them. They were so wrapped up in their contest of who could try and make the other back off that they didn't notice the sudden attention of the few teachers in the room. Sieffre's fingers tightened on the container he was holding, fighting the urge to just let them have their row and face the conciqueneces for it.
"Sorry to interupt." He took a step closer to the fighting pair as he spoke. Assuming that they would either ignore him or just turn on him. Sieffre shifted the container to push a bit of blonde hair out of his face before continuing. "If you don't... Want to have the teachers watching your every moves... Perhaps it would be best to... Calm down some." [/blockquote] ---------- Tagged: Rikki and Mollie
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Word Count: 517
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Lyrics: Cinema Bizarre
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Rikki Cross
Law Enforcement
Grade 11
Love to Hate
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Post by Rikki Cross on Jul 6, 2010 23:53:34 GMT -4
Rikki’s head snapped over to the blond boy, then she scanned the room looking at the observing teachers, the boy had a point even if his sentence was somewhat choppy and ill constructed. He seemed rather meek to Rikki, his shift was probably a prey item. Rikki looked back at the girl she that had so openly disrespected her, and then weighed that with disrespecting teachers in the process of beating this little pain to a bloody, greasy spot on the floor. Rikki decided against open physical hostility, for the moment. Rikki picked up her book and gave the girl one last parting shot. “I’ve done things that would curl even your over fried hair girly, unless you want one of my boots up that tight ass of yours I would watch your step.” Rikki tucked the book under her arm and dumped her trash. Rikki plowed through the doors, her black cowboy boots clicking loudly on the hard floor. She couldn’t believe she was walking away from that pain in the butt but it was a tactical retreat. If she got kicked out of this academy for a lack of self control her father would be furious. What Rikki did know was that this wasn’t over in the slightest. Rikki was brooding away, she couldn’t believe she let herself walk away, ’but,’ she reasoned ‘if I hadn’t I would have probably tore that girl apart, as a human or an animal’ Rikki didn’t really pay attention to where she was going, she didn’t know the lay out of the buildings yet. Rikki walked out a set of double doors, she was too busy with stewing to pay attention to anything, and she would probably berate herself for such a lack of self awareness later but right now she needed to think herself down off the ledge. She named all the things she liked to try and calm her down. Rikki liked Guns, but that wouldn’t help her in this situation, on the contrary she would probably take an AA12 Full Auto Shotgun to the chick with HE grenade rounds and blow her butt apart. Rikki continued, pushing away the thought no matter how satisfying it would be, she liked drum music, that was the ticket, Japanese Drum music, she fished around her person for her MP3 and clicked it on, she put the little buds in her ears and turned the sound up, the drums reverberating like a trillion heart beats in her hears. Finally she felt calm enough to look around and realize she had not the slightest clue where she was. |
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 7, 2010 0:37:57 GMT -4
Mollie swiveled and looked at the boy who had spoken up. Hmm he had okay style and would almost snatch the belt he had on. Mollie pouted her lip though . She was just beginning to have fun with Gross Girl too.
"If you don't... Want to have the teachers watching your every moves... Perhaps it would be best to... Calm down some."
Mollie almost laughed at the statement. Mollie was probably already being watched by teacher and stuff. She was a rebel at heart and was always in trouble. She placed her hands on her hips and cocked one hip out wondering what Gross girl would do.....
“I’ve done things that would curl even your over fried hair girly, unless you want one of my boots up that tight ass of yours I would watch your step.”
The girl decided to run. Figures. Mollie let her go knowing she had an enemy at the school now. She figured she had won this battle. She licked her finger and drew a one in the air.
"Thanks for walking out on me. I knew you were weak and a coward too. See you later gross girl..."
Mollie fluttered her fingers in the air like a wave. She sat back down at the table. She pulled the rest of her salad over to her. She looked up at the boy who had Talked.
"You know boy you were dreading dangerous waters there. It wasn't to smart to interfere."
Mollie stabbed her salad and beckoned him to sit were the girl had been. She wondered if her would. Her crumbs still covered the table. She brushed off what she could with a napkin then shoved the fork full of salad in her mouth then after swallowing she continued to talk to the boy.
"This is going to sound sad but do you know who that was? Because I surely don't... Well, I guess I sorta do now. My hair is not fried it is perfectly healthy you know..."
Mollie ran her fingers through her hair then pulled her pulled the ends up to her face. She new her hair was a little damaged because she dyed it so much. She let go of her hair and poked at her salad. She flicked her eyes up at the boy again. She really liked those belts.
"You better hold on to that belt boy it is cute... If you don't mind me saying. I'm El... I mean Mollie a fashion major if you can't tell."
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Post by Sieffre De Sauveterre on Jul 8, 2010 19:58:33 GMT -4
SIEFFRE DE SAUVETERRE *
I'LL MEET YOU ON THE
O T H E R S I D E
Listening to these two girls was something a bit like watching a tennis match, or at least that was what it felt like to him, the insults bouncing back and forth between the two of them. But the one, a cowboy booted girl, stomped off and left him with the other girl, the leopard printed one, who was either taller than he was or just slightly shorter. But he wasn't about to raise his head fully to figure that one out. Tilting his head slightly, blond hair falling over one eye, he watched the one girl stalk off half wondering where exactly she was planning on going. Then the nearest teacher return to their own food now that the situation had been temporally diffused. Sieffre could see the two girls brawling it out later on, though, their little contest wasn't going to end merely because of his rather meek interference.
"You know boy you were dreading dangerous waters there. It wasn't to smart to interfere." He raised his eyes to look at her for a long moment before he finally shrugged at that, though, not really concerned with it. After all there were teachers about so the worst that could have happened was probably rather painful but otherwise he had assumed that he would be fine. It wouldn't be the first time he had been hit anyways, although usually he was just a by stander not waltzing in to a fight, he watched her for a moment longer as she looked at her own hair then threw it over her shoulder. "This is going to sound sad but do you know who that was? Because I surely don't... Well, I guess I sorta do now. My hair is not fried it is perfectly healthy you know..." [/u][/color] "Never noticed her before, sorry." He shrugged after he spoke, not really too concerned about it, she wasn't in any of his classes and his more obsessive part wasn't worried about considering it a meeting. Sieffre didn't bother complimenting her, as he barely knew her, nor did he bother pointing out the dye usually had an adverse effect on hair. Not that he really had much room to say anything about it since he also was prone to dyeing his hair.
Finally he came up to the table and sat down, after looking at the chair to make sure he wouldn't sit in any unpleasantness, he hooked a foot around one of the legs of the chair. Setting the container down he carefully peeled the lid off of it and fished the fork out of his pocket. "You better hold on to that belt boy it is cute... If you don't mind me saying. I'm El... I mean Mollie a fashion major if you can't tell."[/u][/color] "It is an interesting design..." He didn't look up as he spoke rather he answered her but in all appearances was talking to his food. He stuck the fork in to a grape and quietly ate it before bothering to answer her unasked question of who he was. Choosing to ignore the fact that she was probably a good deal younger than he was but was calling him 'boy'. But then almost everyone assumed he was at least a year or three younger than he actually was probably because of how he acted and reacted with people. Finally he answered and raised his head slightly to at least look in Mollie's direction. "Sieffre. Instrumental Music major."[/b] He shifted slightly in his seat, already unsure of what to say exactly, before clutching at straws in an attempt to try and keep up conversation. But a conversation away from the girl who had marched away like she deserved something for it. "Fashion... Does that just mean... Designing and creating? Or does.... It include critiquing and fashion trends?"[/size] [/blockquote] ---------- Tagged: Rikki and Mollie
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 8, 2010 22:27:54 GMT -4
Mollie stabbed her salad again. She help the contents up to inspect it before she ate it. Instead she put her fork back on her plate and watched the boy. He stabbed a grape and ate it as though he was contemplating something.
Mollie sighed and reached in to her purse to find some lip gloss . She pushed aside all the stuff in her sequined purse and found a slight pink color. She opened it and before applying the bot spoke up again.
"Sieffre. Instrumental Music major."
"Wow... That is a cool name so much Better than Mollie."
Mollie jabbed pointed the lip gloss th Sieffre. While talking she laughed a little then applied the pink gloss. She flipped her eyes up at the boy... She couldn't help thinking of him with out the word boy. She put the lip gloss back in her purse and chewed on her lip.
"Fashion... Does that just mean... Designing and creating? Or does.... It include critiquing and fashion trends?"
Mollie laughed a little she felt sorry for the boy... He was so cute. He was acting so uncomfortable like she was going to bite his head off.
"That's sort of like asking if you only deal with one instrument right? I mean have you ever heard some one who really sucked at playing an instrument? Sorta like me. I can't play any thing what so ever you know? Anyways It's sorta like you heard me playing the... ummm. Violin and you knew that my notes were all flat and I was just plain crappy."
Mollie picked at a shrimp on her plate picking it up and ripping it in half. She ate the tail end and put in her mouth and started to chew and swallowed before continuing.
"Now, you would know I was terrible but you might give me some pointers on how to get better and leave it at that.'
Mollie leaned over the table and snatched a grape from the boys fruit salad popping it in her mouth. She stayed leaned in close to him her elbows resting in the middle of the table.
"You see thats what i do. I tell people what they do wrong with their outfits. It's no different I'm just a little meaner than most."
Mollie let a smile dance across her lips. She sat back pulling at a stray hair. She sat back so she wasn't leaning across the table.
"I also can't deny good style like your belt there. I'm not always so mean."
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Post by Sieffre De Sauveterre on Jul 10, 2010 5:39:57 GMT -4
SIEFFRE DE SAUVETERRE *
DO YOU ERASE AND REPLACE
W H A T | Y O U | F E E L ? [/size] "Wow... That is a cool name so much Better than Mollie." [/u] Sieffre shrugged at that he had never found his name particularly interesting probabaly because he had been the one saddled with it. It was a common thing to hear when he introduced himself, a tonne of people thought it was interesting or so on, and as always he just shrugged it off. Hard to find something he heard every day interesting and unique anyways. As seemed to be his habit, or perhaps quirk, he waited until she seemed to be done talking before even thinking about something to say in return. He frowned at that, mainly because he had never really pointed out anything, but she did have a point. Stringed instruments were rather complicated to learn how to play after all. One needed to learn the exact, perfect, spot to place their fingers and then the proper way to play it after that. It took a long time to learn and with hin his own mind he had a hard time connecting music and fashion like that. While some might follow the latest trends, and the such, others chose to do their own thing. A slight shake of his head and he looked at her for a moment. Setting down the fork he finally pushed the head phones back around his neck, distantly music was still playing, and picked up the fork again.[/color] "It depends on if they want the help... Though. A lot of people take rather unkindly to advice... When they do not want it."He watched her snatch a grape from his salad, not that he did anything to stop it, merely stared at his food a bit longer before he stabbed another random fruit and ate it quietly. His mental cogs whirring as he tried to come up with something to say, anything really, rather than just sitting there and waiting for her to say something else. While he was okay with just listening to people talk many of the people he knew required interaction otherwise they would start getting tempermental thinking he was ignoring them. But now that he really thought of it he doubted that she really cared about what other people thought. More than likely she was perfectly capable of sustaining herself with out wincing and worrying over what anyone else might think. He looked at her from under his bangs for a moment, a silent and hidden measuring look, even just looking at Mollie it was rather obvious that she probably didn't care about what others thought."You can zip it up to make a thicker belt." He shruged slightly at that mainly because he found the idea of a super thick belt as uncomfortable. It worked for some dresses to give some definition to the waist but otherwise they just looked strange. "I... Don't know if they are still selling them but... If you want... I can tell you the place that I bought it from."[/b][/size][/blockquote] ---------- Tagged: Mollie
Outfit: Hurr + Headphones
Word Count: 499
Images: Word Banners made with the help of textspace.net.
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 10, 2010 15:21:03 GMT -4
Mollie shook her head. This boy had no courage. He was to shy and cared to much about others. She smiled he was nice though and that was hard to come by. She defiantly wasn't nice. Nice never got her anywhere and they way he was acting would have gotten her beat up in foster care. Thats why she became mean she knew that being mean would get her places. well, it got her a reputation and moved from foster to foster.
Mollie shook off her memories from all her Foster's. And looked at the boy again. She picked up her fork and tapped it on her tray. She was full but still had half a salad left with a small handful of shrimp. Mollie hated wasting food. She went to a lot of fosters that didn't give her so much to eat. Some could afford food at all. She stared at her plate and stirred the remaining lettuce and sighed.
"You can zip it up to make a thicker belt. I... Don't know if they are still selling them but... If you want... I can tell you the place that I bought it from."
Mollie picked at her shrimp on her plate deciding to throw away what was left on her plate anyway.
"You know love, that would be nice.. But 'm gunna go. Before I leave you I have some advice. Grow a pair. And I mean it in the nicest way possible. Your a cutie and you got good style. I know you probably have problems but we all do. I really like you just don't be so nervous."
Mollie went over to where the boy sat she pushed aside his bangs and kissed his cheek real fast before he could react. She left him with a bit of lip gloss on his cheek. She took her plate to the trash and watched what the boy did. She laughed a little at her self before returning to the table. Instead of sitting a cross from the boy she sat next to him and pulled out a package of MnM's she poured them out and picked out the blue ones. She pushed the rest over to him.
"Do you want these?" |
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