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Post by Amarantha Lucretia Hecate on Jul 8, 2010 2:04:33 GMT -4
~~Amarantha Lucretia Hecate~~ ~~Goody-two-Wings~~  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amarantha, or best known as Cate walked into the dorm room she was assigned to, 212, and she had yet to meet her two dorm mates, but there room was full so she was the last one to join. She hoped it would be someone nice and understanding, if not she was doomed, she didn't like people, yet she liked people, this is why she needed an understanding person, she made absolutely no sense. If it was a person who did not like puzzles, or riddles, or people who couldn't think straight, she might as well die now. Though maybe dieing was being too, over dramatic, she didn't like drama, maybe she should stay away from the over dramatic thoughts too, becore she ends up causing a lot of drama.
She had her hair down, which was rare, she wasn't up for putting it into a ponytail, she couldn't even remember if she brushed it that morning, she was just so tired. She had had a nightmare, it had something to do with being at a school full of shifters, who could squish her on accident, or eat her on purpose, but she figured who would want to eat a butterfly-girl? Probably tasted like human. She laughed at her train of thought, she was truly interesting, in her own mind anyways. She found it funny, she was scared of everything, but scared of nothing, it was a loop hole she forced herself in, that way she wouldn't be scared of the dark, which she was, but she forced herself to believe that it was good, though she knew it wasn't, butterfly instincts told her to hide at night and sleep, rest, and not get eated because you're being stupid and flying around, when you can't see.
Of course that threat wasn't just about getting attacked and eaten, human children and some adults liked to chase butterflies, Cate was one of those children, she tried to catch them, and she would talk to them and show them to her adult who was watching her, and than let it go on accident while trying to show them, than sit down, and pout. It was a typical child thing when they were interested in something, though hers went deeper than just interested, she had become obsessed, than at a later point in time, she was a butterfly, that's the part that freaked her out the most, she could transform into a butterfly. It also made her smile, and want to fly everytime she thought of it. Though, if she ever had a nightmare, her friends didn't have to worry about her screaming, butterflies couldn't scream. Anything that scared her, or made her heart beat elavate past 90 or 95 beats per minutes made her transform, unless she was really, really, really consentrating, and who consentrates in their sleep?
She looked around unsure where she was sleeping and was hoping her roommates were either here already, or about to come so they could tell her where to go. Of course she was going to be easily influenced, it was just her. She had learned that being skittish of people was a good thing though. You could always avoid those that would hurt you, or capture you, you always avoided being someones pet that way too. |
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 8, 2010 23:04:41 GMT -4
  enemies friends. Maybe being here wasn't going to be so bad. Actually being here sucked! well the whole concept she guessed was what really stunk.
Mollie shook her head and thought about her outfit. She was looking fabulous in a tight pair of cheetah print skinny jeans that were a real STEAL! Mollie laughed at the joke she made in her head. Then turned letting the skirt of the dress she wore over the jeans splay out.
Mollie was torn about what her favorite part of her outfit was. It was either her not so real leather smiley face bag or her cheetah print shoes with chains on the pack. She couldn't chose so she choose to love them both equally.
Mollie laughed a little ready to fall on her dorm bed and look up where her twin was. She had already seen her older sister her and that had scared her enough but if her twin was here it... Mollie shook her head. She tried to get the thoughts from her head. She was being crazy. She chewed on her lip a new habit from coming here.
She sighed her heels clicking in the hall way. She was looking for her dorm 212. She was stuck rooming with two other girls. She hoped they weren't there because she really hoped not to deal with them at all. She watched the doors and finally found the room that she was to be int.
She fixed her hair and searched in her bag for lip gloss to gloss up her lips just in case. She Pulled on her dress and fixed her self all up before going inside just in case her room mate was fashionable and cool and in her room. Mollie knocked on the door.
"I'm coming in just so you know I don't mind if your naked or what ever."
Mollie pushed open her door and saw the girl inside.
"What is up with your hair?"
Mollie looked at the girl who was in her dorm. The girl was short. Even if Mollie took off her heels the girl would have been barely a shadow.
Mollie tossed her purse on the bed nearest to her. Thankfully it had her stuff around it.
"I'm guessing you room here to shorty?"
Mollie gnawed on her lip and placed a hand on her hip. Clothes |
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Post by Amarantha Lucretia Hecate on Jul 8, 2010 23:41:50 GMT -4
Good news, her roommate was here, and good news, she was mean, or at least very, very, very, very blunt. She took the latter of the two. What was wrong with her hair, there wasn't anything wrong with her, was there? It was pulled back, that was what was wrong with it, but still, was that any reason to insult someone, she had a sinking feeling in her heart and stomach, and knew she was going to be over her head if she disturbed this girl. But her problem is, she couldn't judge by a persons skin, even if her mind wanted to, she wouldn't stoop that low.
Being called short? Yes, she was short, she was still young, she would grow, eventually, it just took time, though both her parents were short so she supposed that she was short, but shorty? She wanted to sigh but wouldn't even hint at him, she just turned around and stood up tall without looking like she was trying to, conquer your fears, was running through her head, and this dressy lady was certainly a fear. All she wore was a pair of butterfly flipflops, butterfly print jeans, and a white tank top with a butterfly print on the back. But her hand instantly went to her smooth black hair that was kind of messy, she had brushed it, thank god.
"What's wrong with my hair? And yes, I am your roommate."
She looked at the girl, she was pretty, but looks never got a person anywhere, she was certain of that, because she would've gotten no where if looks counted, or at least, she thought that. But seriously, what was wrong with her hair, she didn't know why her her was wrong. She moved over to the spare and empty bed, knowing that that was where she slept, why she had thought of that earlier, sometimes things didn't register right in her mind fast enough, which could get her into trouble, knowing that she was very well, an artist that needed to be able to catch everything in her art, but she couldn't do it, she just couldn't.
She looked at her roommate again, she should probably introduce herself, but she wasn't sure how her roommate would interact with her, and if she said her real name, her roommate would probably butcher her name. She decided to try it anyways, it would be good, for people to know her real name and try to get it.
"My name is Amarantha Hecate."
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 9, 2010 22:18:21 GMT -4
Mollie laughed as though hit was impossible for the girl not to know. Mollie sat down on her bad and crossed her legs her toe pumping in the air.
Mollie let her eyes sweep the girls entire outfit. Her hand went up to her mouth trying not to puke over how awful it was. She wondered if anyone in this school had style.
She shook her head unable to speak for a moment. She dug through her purse that she had thrown on her bead not wanting to deal with the short girl anyway. She flipped back her hair and gave a quick smile at her then went to gloss her lips.
"My name is Amarantha Hecate."
Mollie finished glossing her lips then throws the gloss back into her purse. She turns towards Amarantha. She blinks at the girls weird name. She pouts her lips and plays with the beads on her necklace.
"Hon. Do you want to know whats wrong with your hair? Well, I guess we can start there..."
Mollie stood up from the bed so she could tower over the girl. She got up to her real close. Mollie lowered her chin then fluttered her eyelashes and cocked one hip to make her only a tad shorter.
"Do you shift into a bee because your hair looks like your hive.."
Mollie smiled a quick smile and then reached out. She tugged on a piece of hair that had fallen from Short girls hair. She tugged a little to hard before placing it behind the girls ear. Mollie then backed up a bit her hip still cocked to one side. One of her hands on her cocked hip the other played with the tips of her hair.
"Then You might want to hide those.."
Mollie gagged a little. The gagging wasn't even that faked what she was wearing was a train wreck of fashion.
"Those jeans. I can barely look at them with out puking. I will defiantly have to burn them once they come off."
Mollie shook her head looking at the girl again. She had already for gotten her first name she knew it was long and weird. She tossed back her hair with a flip of her wrist the went and sat back down on the bed with her purse.
"Over all i would say you have no style at all girl okay? I kinda just want to throw up all over you."
Mollie curled back her lips in disgust. She couldn't believe this thing was rooming with her. Her eyes flipped up at the girl who was still standing there.
"I'm Mollie by the way a FASHION major." |
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Post by Amarantha Lucretia Hecate on Jul 10, 2010 0:28:40 GMT -4
She had absolutely no response to that, a bee hive? What was wrong with her jeans? They were comfortable, they had a design that she liked, she had a feeling she was going to have to hide all of her clothes, fashion major, if what she was wearing was fanish, she'd rather be wearing a burlap sack, she had no taste for that stuff. If being unfashionable saved her from that she would suffice.
"My hair is perfectly fine, as are my jeans, they are cloths that protect me from the weather and prying eyes, I feel fine with that, I am no model, and certianly no fashionista, and I'm fine with that. You're a fashion major, you'll get places with fashion, I'm an artist, I'm going to get paint all over my clothes any how, so I prefer not to buy expensive clothes I will ruin."
And it was true, there was no point in buying high priced clothes if you are just going to soil them. That's a waste of money, and not many people had money to waste, she wanted to scowl but that would be good. She would stay calm, and not freak out, or be hurt, or show that it hurt any how, she was a calm, fragile girl, something that she shouldn't be, knowing that she shouldn't be, couldn't be.
"If I were wearing something of your taste and higher style, it would no longer look so great if I got paint on it, it's best to leave the style to the stylests and the work to the messy."
This she thought true, if she was to be messy she was at least going to work, if she was going to be fashiony, she was going to sit around and tell others what to wear, like her roommate who's name she knew not. But figured it would be best to not question her, she did not want to get on this girls bad side, anymore than she already had with what she wore, that word that was running through her head was non-the-less cruel, and very unlike Amarantha. She knew she should not think like that, she was trying to force the thoughts out of her head, corrupted thoughts corrupted the soul. And you could not think right if your soul was corrupted. |
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 10, 2010 14:25:28 GMT -4
Mollie took a deep breath in and pursed her lips. She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She pointed her finger in the air then turned around to one of her bags. She started pulling out all of her stuff. She started with her hair things. Tons of bows came from the bag of all different colors.. She had a slight obsession with hair bows and felt kind of bad for not wearing one at the moment.
"If I were wearing something of your taste and higher style, it would no longer look so great if I got paint on it, it's best to leave the style to the stylests and the work to the messy."
Mollie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment a little annoyed. She flipped around and stared at the short girl for a moment before her response.
"Okay for one... I don't buy clothes. I make them like sewing and what not. What I can't sew I steal 'cause probably unlike you shorty, I have no money and I have no family... So, My clothes are originals or look a likes made pretty well... And if you are an 'artist' or what not you could paint your clothes... That is if you are any good.."
Mollie shook her head and went back to her bags. She finished her hair care bag and looked at the blonde hair dye she had packed.. She threw it on her bed for later thought she hadn't been her original hair color in years.
"There is no excuse for bad style."
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Post by Amarantha Lucretia Hecate on Jul 17, 2010 1:01:43 GMT -4
So she sewed her clothes, that was kind of cool, it was lots cheaper, and more efficiant, because than the machines were being lessed used so than there was less electricity, what was she thinking of? She didn't care about energy use, unless it messed with animals and than she freaked out because that was something she hated. She used to use a lot of electricity when she used a night light, which she stopped using when she came here for logical reason. That would be far too embarressing, but still it was better for the deteriating ozone layer.
Than she mentioned the stealing of clothes, she met this woman five minutes ago and she was already insulting her and complaining that she was lesser than her. If she had not said anything she would not have known she was any different than any other girl, and it didn't matter how you got your cloths, and it didn't matter if you were poor and couldn't buy them, as long as you were covered and comfortable in what you wore, she would not judge another person no matter what, are at least she would try not to.
"I did not know that, and that does not mean anything, you are a human none-the-less, no matter if one of us were more spoiled, or one of us had a better home than the other, we are both human, it doesn't matter how we were raised, or who we were raised by, besides, I think you're better off making your own cloths and what you do than I am, I buy off the sales rack. There may be no excuse for bad style, but style is in my opinion, only an opinion, to you otherwise."
She was being annoyed by this girl, she was rude and mean, but that didn't matter, she would try her hardest not to judge, though she really, really, really wanted to. She had to fight it, and she would, there was nothing else she could do. She was silent for a moment, and moved over to the window, the wind was being loud, and rain was pouring, and lightning and thunder were streaking the sky, and shaking the building. What was happenning? She swore it was a decent day earlier, what happened? She blinked and wanted to panic, badly. |
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Post by Mollie Ellenior Smith on Jul 19, 2010 21:46:59 GMT -4
Mollie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was this stupid short badly girl really going to do this? Mollie hoped her other room mate wasn't as dumb as this girl. They were going to LIVE together doesn't she understand Mollie is a queen bee? Mollie tossed her hair back and once again got up real close to this girl. Mollie wasn't a predator by nature but she had made her self that way. She wasn't going to be beaten by this scarp of a girl. Mollie had so much experience with destroying her room mates, this girl was nothing.
"Um excuse Miss Artist? Do you even understand WHY we are here for one? Because I can tell you something. We are not Humans. If your here why I am here you are no human either. And two who are you to say it doesn't MATTER how we were raised."
Mollie pulled at the hem of her dress. She saw that the thread was coming loose but she quickly put it to the back of her mind. Instead she advanced closer to the short girl. Mollie had a huge smile dance on her face she was so much taller than this puny girl. Mollie adored her height it made her feel even more superior to this girl.
"Let me guess you had a wonderful life and were raised as though every one was equal or something generic like that. So you probably know nothing about life. Real life. You live in a world where your stupid art could possibly make you money or be a real job."
Mollies voice was louder than it needed to be but she wasn't quite screaming. She was so close to the small girl that Mollie could fell her breath hitting the short girls skin.
"Because hon. No one wants a stupid painting to hand in their dining room when they have no money. They want food and water and CLOTHES. My job is a NECESSITY when yours is a dream. Something no one will want. Because to sell your paintings you can't be a cute stupid girl you have to be a practical women with good style and if you go around dressing like an innocent deer in the head lights no one will respect you."
Mollie stopped to catch her breath and watch as a bolt of lightning spring across the sky. Mollie still hadn't noticed the trees bending outside and looking as though they would snap in two. Or how the rain was pounding hard against the window and the walls.
"And thirdly. I do have an opinion on your clothes because I'm a FASHION major. You do know what that means right? I know about clothes and what to wear and how to wear it. If I pained a pretty picture you would have an opinion right? Not that I would ever waste my time on something so useless."
Mollie smiled a smile that stretched her lips but didn't show her teeth. This girl was really on her nerves. Mollie reached out and plucked a hair from the girls shirt then crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was hoping for the girl to run out and cry. Mollie almost laughed at the though. How she knew that would make her day. |
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