Post by charlotte annora clark. on Jul 24, 2009 23:43:59 GMT -5
w e ' r e o n b u r l e s q u e t i m e ,
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[/sub][/font][/size][/color]oh hai there! my name is sydney and i'm a pretty smokin' girl. you may have seen me around before. after all, i have been roleplaying for two years. i'm pretty awesome and i dig equally awesome people, which is why my playby is emma watson. she's pretty gnarley. anyway, not only do i play this hot chick, but i also play n/a. i'm the coolest - i even read the rules! want proof? mixit. exactly!- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/blockquote]well hey there, beauty. what's your name?i know it's kind of stupid to say this, but i love my name. sure, some people complain about theirs, but i can't find anything wrong with mine. charlotte is simple and elegant, plus it can be used for a bunch of nicknames. annora is something that one doesn't hear very often. it reminds of a flower, for some reason. clark... well, it's not all that bad. nothing wrong with a last name like that. my mom has always been into "chic" things. and when i was born, classic was in. charlotte is a name that has been around for ages, so it was the perfect candidate. she just pulled annora from some cheap romance novel, but it worked. she couldn't really choose my last name or anything, so clark stayed the same. my mother, being the woman that she is, wouldn't let my dad have any say in the name-choosing area. so i've got my mom to thank for my name, which has branched into "charlie," "char," and "annie." but i only let people i like call me by a nickname.pretty name! how many years have you been blessing this world with your presence?well, i was born on may twenty-second in geneva, switzerland. it was basically a normal day, and there weren't any birth complications. at that time, i was completely docile, which foreshadowed to what i would become as a young adult. but for whatever reason, both my parents were freaking out. i guess any parent would, since parenthood is a huge responsibility, but their paranoia got in the way of the miracle that had occurred. for weeks, my mom wouldn't let me near anyone who wasn't a relative. i guess she did an ok job, since i didn't contract chicken pox or anything like that. but that's my mom for you: loving and slightly overbearing. i turned sixteen a couple of months ago.tell me, why are you here again?i'm currently an exchange student from switzerland. but while i'm here, i'm going to be continuing my junior year of school. to be honest, i'm not sure how i'll fare in a place like this.do you prefer boys, girls, or both?i only have experience with boys, but i'll admit that i have been attracted to the occasional girl or two. but i think it's natural, and i wouldn't label myself as bisexual. so i'm going to just say that i'm heterosexual, since it's simpler.tell me about your love life, sweetie.i've always dreamt of a fairytale relationship, but hasn't every girl? i've recently been coming to terms with the fact that not every girl has a prince charming. and in that time, i've kissed one boy. but nothing has come of that, so i basically have no experience. but in the long run, i think i'm going to be the girl that prefers relationships.what do you like to do?i love listening to cheesy 80's music; it's my guilty pleasure. i also like dancing ballet, listening to different languages, reading, flirting, laughing, texting, and meeting people. i adore pizza and shopping, along with staying up late. ....and the occasional Mike's Hard Lemonade, but i never said that.what grinds your gears?i really hate "popular" people, who think they're all so great. i also hate the smell of new car, rollerblading, when things are too expensive, skinny jeans, haters, closed-minded people, dogs, bugs, and cheesy magic tricks. but i think the bane of my existence has to be players.what makes you cower in fear?my biggest fear is rejection. i can't be sure why, but any form of it terrifies me. academically, socially, whatever. but that's only one of my fears; i have many, many more. i'm a very paranoid person, which i think i got from my mother. another fear of mine is drowning. just the feeling of being underwater in an ocean scares me. everything's out of my control, and i just can't deal with that. i hate spiders, too. but they scare everyone.tell me - are you an innocent little one?i do have an occasional drink, but i don't think that's too bad. almost everyone does it. but aside from that, i'm basically fine.ha! i knew it! what're some of your secrets? i won't tell!well, i don't really have too many secrets. i don't really keep secrets in general. but one thing is that i'm sometimes obsessed with finding "the one." i have the twisted thought that i'll meet him in high school. and i think if the right guy asked, i'd do anything for him. i mean anything.what about your parents? are they good people?my mom is super paranoid, and extremely protective. sometimes it's nice to know that she cares to much, but other times it just gets annoying. i mean, i have absolutely no privacy! and she's inspired other moms to be like her, so i think the majority of the daughters and sons in my old school hate me for it. my dad is very laid back. he doesn't get too caught up in my mom's craziness. he's a university professor for archaeology. since he was recently promoted, my mom no longer has to work. it was hard to come here, away from them. i guess it means i love them too, no matter how much they bug me at times.surely you have some siblings?i'm an only child. i've hated that fact for my entire life. i would love to have an older brother.what do you want to do with your life?a short term goal? survive in this new school! i have a feeling that everyone is already friends with each other, so that'll get annoying. a long term goal of mine is to get into a great american university. my goal is princeton, even though it will be super-competitive.you're amazing! tell me something else, love.nothin' really else to say.
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Peyton woke with a start, her palms shaking and forehead beaded with cold sweat. She hadn't woken from a bad dream, but from a sudden sneeze that was coming upon her from the leftover cold she had gotten sometime last week. She was at the stage where the aftermath of the ordeal was at full throttle, refusing to get out of her system no matter how close to Valentine's Day it was. She suddenly felt her stomach plunge into an abyss. A swirling abyss that reminded her of her hopless romantic status. She wasn't a girl for mushy activity. You know, public displays of affection and all of that. Everytime she saw a couple holding hands, she always thought of the wall that was built around her, permanently cemented between her and any potential fling. She longed to love and be loved in return, though every time she was close to it, her heart turned away; scared of what would come if she was betrayed or hurt. She was never this weak, only with love.
When it came close to Valentine's, it got worse. Everyone asking each other out made her as cold as stone. She knew that this was no way to act, and nothing would come of her acting like such a child. Was she jealous of her brother? He was always getting requests, always looked at and admired in the halls. Peyton was new, and she knew that she wouldn't become anyone until she learned the ways of the school. She knew she was acting selfish and hypocritical, but she couldn't stop herself. The feeling of the holidays had taken it's blow on Peyton. She felt like someone in an old movie. The damsel in distress? She wasn't that far gone, but she was close to it. This was how it would be every year, but she just hoped that she wouldn't always act the same.
Sneezing once more, she reached for the tissue box next to her bed. It was a rather repulsive scene. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was rather pale; paler than usual. Used tissues were strewn about the bed and floor, a clear sign that nobody cared to pick them up. Thankfully Peyton had remembered to put a sign on the door that said: "An owl is very ill in here. Not a pretty sight. Unless you want feathers coughed all over you, I suggest you stay away." It wasn't very convincing, but she had left that out for the past couple of weeks. It helped her with two things: No one having to be grossed out by her lack of hygiene, and no annoying newbies coming in to bunk with her. She was a newbie herself, but some that she had seen recently would just not be quiet. One even had the nerve to tell her how pretty her hair was, then touch it. Her friends could do so, but she hadn't even known the person's name.
It became aparent that almost nobody was cautious, or aware that people had a little personal circle. If she went up to a random person and patted there head, it probably wouldn't matter. She laughed to herself as she realized how rediculous that sounded. She suddnely whipped around when she heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She took her owl, Kei, who was not in the slightest sick, and tickled him under his wings. The bird squaked and flapped its wings, making quite a racket. Peyton smiled as the footsteps came to a halt then sped up enormously.
She let go of the struggling bird, letting it fly off into its cage. It was probably wondering when she had forgotten the last time she did that. When he had practically bitten her finger off. She smiled at the brown barn owl with loving warmth. She loved Kei; mostly because he didn't ever feel the need to converse with her. A very good listener indeed. Peyton rested her head against her upright pillows, and grew annoyed when the drowsy feeling that she usually got had not returned. What she really wanted was some sleep, to block out the world outside. Maybe she would have another dream of when she was in one of her favorite books, Jane Eyre. She was Jane, as usual. It was fun to change the outcome of the story, and she often prayed that she would have that dream again, or another variation of it.
She shut her eyes with force and squeezed them shut. She knew that this would have no effect, but she was getting rather aggravated. She yanked a pillow from behind her and slammed it over her face. It only made her angrier. Trying a bunch of different positions, she eventually gave up, which resulted in the pillow being hurled across the room. Sighing in frustration, she threw the covers off her blue bed. She winced in horror when she saw how pale the rest of her body was. She didn't have any lights on, so that was mostly the reason, but she still did not like what she saw.
Her knees looked knobby and her feet looked too long. Her legs looked as thin as rails, though that had never really changed. She only had cotton shorts and a t-shirt on, and so most of her was visible. Her stomach was flat and practically just skin and bone. She never had an eating disorder, always thinking it was utterly grotesque for one to want to do such a thing to ones body, but everyone thought she did. She couldn't blame them, as she was a picky eater, but she didn't like the way she looked. She would rather have some meat on her bones then be as skinny as an anorexic supermodel.
Sticking her tongue out in a way to show her dis-satisfaction, she made her way to her closet. She put a soft smile on her face when she remembered that the Beauxbatons Carnival was going on today. She wasn't one to go to such an event, but she felt she needed some excitement in her life. She browsed through her great collection of clothes. Everything was either too short, too long, too dressy, too slouchy, or something that she had no clue why it was in her closet. After doing a random drawing, she came out with a strapless black flowy Chanel top, dark jeans, and silver ballet flats. Shrugging into the shirt, she looked in the mirror. The wavy material concealed her scrawny build and that pleased her. The jeans, however, had the opposite affect.
Though many girls would die for her body, men had pointed out that they didn't like girls who were too thin. Peyton obviously fell into this category. Shaking her head and looking down, she slipped on the shoes. Slowly shuffling over to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror, and her face contorted into a look of sheer anguish. When she thought her day was going mildly well, she looked into the mirror. Her eyes were a color of pale silver, and they stood out even more on her pale skin and gaunt looking face. Her pupils seemed to blend in to her stunning irises, and when Peyton squinted they thankfully couldn't be seen. She threw some water on her face and put the smallest amount of make up on. Outside she was good to go, inside she wanted to go to bed.
Her feet made a hollow clicking noise as she strolled through the halls. People passing her looked giddy with excitement. Peyton noted that it was almost like Christmas during Valentine's Day. The air was filled with glee, of course no singing or caroling, but a sweet aura that seemed to enclose on the school. The boys that came down the halls were either punching each other in embarrassment, or shuffling along very aloofly, with a look that said: If I didn't have a date, I'd be in bed now. She rolled her eyes when some looked at her with expectant faces, as if they thought she'd ask them out when she didn't know them. She had no clue where she was walking, she just followed the crowd. It wasn't long before they were outside, and the grop slowly divided, leaving Peyton alone.
Walking aimlessly around the grounds, she sought something to do. That's when she remembered what she was doing. The dang cold had been making her forget a bunch of things. A couple of thoughts sprang into her head. Bumper Cars? Rollercoaster? Then she thought of a better idea; the Fun House. Nobody really went in the Fun House since it was too "childish," but Pey liked it that way. It made her feel relaxed. Relaxation was exactly what she needed.
The sky had a gray tinge, one that only came during winter. It was almost as if the gods were indecisive about the weather. The couldn't decide between a gusty wind, pouring rain, or beautiful sunshine. It almost angered the girl, as she like things straightforward and to the point. It was exhausting to last throughout the afternoon not knowing what could come next. Slowly making her way to the center of the event, she began to feel out of place. She knew that there would be loads of people, but she didn't expect this many. She hadn't seen everyone in the school, but they all seemed to be there now. Not really knowing where to head first, she took a look around. She saw one or two familiar faces, but she didn't bother to say hello to anyone. She didn't really know if they would ask her questions about her eyes. She could always say that she had new contacts in, but why would waste time?
She soon caught sight of the fun house and walked inside it. As expected, there weren't many people. She strolled in and slowly got lost in the laborinth of passages. Mirrors were set in different patterns to get you trapped. Peyton just took in the fun of it all, unlike some other people she knew who'd be afraid they'd get lost. This wasn't like any other she had been in, as she had only visited Muggle ones at stupid festivals. Touching the glass of one mirror, she felt herself spin around to face the other direction, and a whole new set of hallways. She sighed and smiled. It would definitely take up some time to get out of here.
She giggled when the mirrors started to distort her appearance. She was first super skinny, then her head grew big. Lastly, she grew utterly obese, and she grimaced at that. Sure, she whined about her problems, but people had it much worse than she. Peyton moved on, slowly making her way out of the mirror maze. Now it was the physical part. Ropes and walls blocked her way from the exit. Though she looked almost breakble, she was mostly muscle. She threw herself over the obstacles, laughing at how silly she must look. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and was about to turn around when she smacked into someone.
She crashed on to the ground, not worried about hersef, but the other person. She expected them to be on the ground alongside her, but instead, he was standing. Standing up quickly, she managed to find the words she was looking for. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Uhhmm, are you ok? Are you hurt?" She asked these things in a worried voice, as if she had knocked him down a flight of stairs. So much for having a good day.
When it came close to Valentine's, it got worse. Everyone asking each other out made her as cold as stone. She knew that this was no way to act, and nothing would come of her acting like such a child. Was she jealous of her brother? He was always getting requests, always looked at and admired in the halls. Peyton was new, and she knew that she wouldn't become anyone until she learned the ways of the school. She knew she was acting selfish and hypocritical, but she couldn't stop herself. The feeling of the holidays had taken it's blow on Peyton. She felt like someone in an old movie. The damsel in distress? She wasn't that far gone, but she was close to it. This was how it would be every year, but she just hoped that she wouldn't always act the same.
Sneezing once more, she reached for the tissue box next to her bed. It was a rather repulsive scene. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was rather pale; paler than usual. Used tissues were strewn about the bed and floor, a clear sign that nobody cared to pick them up. Thankfully Peyton had remembered to put a sign on the door that said: "An owl is very ill in here. Not a pretty sight. Unless you want feathers coughed all over you, I suggest you stay away." It wasn't very convincing, but she had left that out for the past couple of weeks. It helped her with two things: No one having to be grossed out by her lack of hygiene, and no annoying newbies coming in to bunk with her. She was a newbie herself, but some that she had seen recently would just not be quiet. One even had the nerve to tell her how pretty her hair was, then touch it. Her friends could do so, but she hadn't even known the person's name.
It became aparent that almost nobody was cautious, or aware that people had a little personal circle. If she went up to a random person and patted there head, it probably wouldn't matter. She laughed to herself as she realized how rediculous that sounded. She suddnely whipped around when she heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She took her owl, Kei, who was not in the slightest sick, and tickled him under his wings. The bird squaked and flapped its wings, making quite a racket. Peyton smiled as the footsteps came to a halt then sped up enormously.
She let go of the struggling bird, letting it fly off into its cage. It was probably wondering when she had forgotten the last time she did that. When he had practically bitten her finger off. She smiled at the brown barn owl with loving warmth. She loved Kei; mostly because he didn't ever feel the need to converse with her. A very good listener indeed. Peyton rested her head against her upright pillows, and grew annoyed when the drowsy feeling that she usually got had not returned. What she really wanted was some sleep, to block out the world outside. Maybe she would have another dream of when she was in one of her favorite books, Jane Eyre. She was Jane, as usual. It was fun to change the outcome of the story, and she often prayed that she would have that dream again, or another variation of it.
She shut her eyes with force and squeezed them shut. She knew that this would have no effect, but she was getting rather aggravated. She yanked a pillow from behind her and slammed it over her face. It only made her angrier. Trying a bunch of different positions, she eventually gave up, which resulted in the pillow being hurled across the room. Sighing in frustration, she threw the covers off her blue bed. She winced in horror when she saw how pale the rest of her body was. She didn't have any lights on, so that was mostly the reason, but she still did not like what she saw.
Her knees looked knobby and her feet looked too long. Her legs looked as thin as rails, though that had never really changed. She only had cotton shorts and a t-shirt on, and so most of her was visible. Her stomach was flat and practically just skin and bone. She never had an eating disorder, always thinking it was utterly grotesque for one to want to do such a thing to ones body, but everyone thought she did. She couldn't blame them, as she was a picky eater, but she didn't like the way she looked. She would rather have some meat on her bones then be as skinny as an anorexic supermodel.
Sticking her tongue out in a way to show her dis-satisfaction, she made her way to her closet. She put a soft smile on her face when she remembered that the Beauxbatons Carnival was going on today. She wasn't one to go to such an event, but she felt she needed some excitement in her life. She browsed through her great collection of clothes. Everything was either too short, too long, too dressy, too slouchy, or something that she had no clue why it was in her closet. After doing a random drawing, she came out with a strapless black flowy Chanel top, dark jeans, and silver ballet flats. Shrugging into the shirt, she looked in the mirror. The wavy material concealed her scrawny build and that pleased her. The jeans, however, had the opposite affect.
Though many girls would die for her body, men had pointed out that they didn't like girls who were too thin. Peyton obviously fell into this category. Shaking her head and looking down, she slipped on the shoes. Slowly shuffling over to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror, and her face contorted into a look of sheer anguish. When she thought her day was going mildly well, she looked into the mirror. Her eyes were a color of pale silver, and they stood out even more on her pale skin and gaunt looking face. Her pupils seemed to blend in to her stunning irises, and when Peyton squinted they thankfully couldn't be seen. She threw some water on her face and put the smallest amount of make up on. Outside she was good to go, inside she wanted to go to bed.
Her feet made a hollow clicking noise as she strolled through the halls. People passing her looked giddy with excitement. Peyton noted that it was almost like Christmas during Valentine's Day. The air was filled with glee, of course no singing or caroling, but a sweet aura that seemed to enclose on the school. The boys that came down the halls were either punching each other in embarrassment, or shuffling along very aloofly, with a look that said: If I didn't have a date, I'd be in bed now. She rolled her eyes when some looked at her with expectant faces, as if they thought she'd ask them out when she didn't know them. She had no clue where she was walking, she just followed the crowd. It wasn't long before they were outside, and the grop slowly divided, leaving Peyton alone.
Walking aimlessly around the grounds, she sought something to do. That's when she remembered what she was doing. The dang cold had been making her forget a bunch of things. A couple of thoughts sprang into her head. Bumper Cars? Rollercoaster? Then she thought of a better idea; the Fun House. Nobody really went in the Fun House since it was too "childish," but Pey liked it that way. It made her feel relaxed. Relaxation was exactly what she needed.
The sky had a gray tinge, one that only came during winter. It was almost as if the gods were indecisive about the weather. The couldn't decide between a gusty wind, pouring rain, or beautiful sunshine. It almost angered the girl, as she like things straightforward and to the point. It was exhausting to last throughout the afternoon not knowing what could come next. Slowly making her way to the center of the event, she began to feel out of place. She knew that there would be loads of people, but she didn't expect this many. She hadn't seen everyone in the school, but they all seemed to be there now. Not really knowing where to head first, she took a look around. She saw one or two familiar faces, but she didn't bother to say hello to anyone. She didn't really know if they would ask her questions about her eyes. She could always say that she had new contacts in, but why would waste time?
She soon caught sight of the fun house and walked inside it. As expected, there weren't many people. She strolled in and slowly got lost in the laborinth of passages. Mirrors were set in different patterns to get you trapped. Peyton just took in the fun of it all, unlike some other people she knew who'd be afraid they'd get lost. This wasn't like any other she had been in, as she had only visited Muggle ones at stupid festivals. Touching the glass of one mirror, she felt herself spin around to face the other direction, and a whole new set of hallways. She sighed and smiled. It would definitely take up some time to get out of here.
She giggled when the mirrors started to distort her appearance. She was first super skinny, then her head grew big. Lastly, she grew utterly obese, and she grimaced at that. Sure, she whined about her problems, but people had it much worse than she. Peyton moved on, slowly making her way out of the mirror maze. Now it was the physical part. Ropes and walls blocked her way from the exit. Though she looked almost breakble, she was mostly muscle. She threw herself over the obstacles, laughing at how silly she must look. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and was about to turn around when she smacked into someone.
She crashed on to the ground, not worried about hersef, but the other person. She expected them to be on the ground alongside her, but instead, he was standing. Standing up quickly, she managed to find the words she was looking for. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Uhhmm, are you ok? Are you hurt?" She asked these things in a worried voice, as if she had knocked him down a flight of stairs. So much for having a good day.
