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Post by River on Nov 15, 2009 17:38:43 GMT -4
"You lived in France? That's awesome." Briar said, thinking of how much she would love to travel. Slightly bored, she watched one of the assistant cooks bustling around behind the buffet. He reached for a switch on the wall and flicked it, momentarily plunging the entire room into darkness. He quickly flicked it back, and the flourescent lights flickered as they came back on. He called an apology to them for hitting the wrong switch, and disappeared back into the kitchen.
((Sorry for the power playing, but something had to happen.))
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Post by noelleblanchard on Nov 15, 2009 17:41:32 GMT -4
"France is beautiful."
Noelle said, leaning back in her chair. Noelle lived there for a long time (being half French) and also in England (on her British side) Noelle's been around the world and her favorite place was definitely France. Noelle giggled slightly when Della was talking about berets.
"Thats a stereotype, non. Usually in Paris, the artists wear them. But not everyone in France does."
She said, smiling. Della had a cute southern accent and she seemed so... innocent.
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Post by noelleblanchard on Nov 15, 2009 17:44:48 GMT -4
((lmaoo. I don't think lights being turned off is much 'action' x] this is why VEL needs to make another guy x]))
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Post by cleansesong on Nov 15, 2009 17:45:05 GMT -4
Della flinched a bit as the lights went out, plunging the room into complete darkness. Once they came back on, she was relieved. If there was one thing that freaked her out, it was the dark. No one knew that though, because she kept it a secret. She thought people would find her too silly if she openly admitted to being afraid to that. She raised an eyebrow curiously as Noelle mentioned that most people in France didn't wear berets. "Hmm, thats weird." She said softly, a smile still on her face. "If I wear my beret, do you think I'll be considered an artist? I mean, I dance, but thats not really THAT artistic... right?"
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Post by River on Nov 15, 2009 17:45:07 GMT -4
Briar, listening, suddenly became aware of a faint buzzing in her ears, and a feeling of fuzziness on the edges of her brain. "Shoot," she hissed to herself, abruptly getting up and trying to conceal the look of panic that flashed across her face. "I-I have to go, I'll see you guys later..." she walked very quickly out of the dining hall, resisting the urge to run until she was almost out of sight. Almost.
((I'm going back to the room for a bit. XP))
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Post by noelleblanchard on Nov 15, 2009 17:48:01 GMT -4
The lights went out and then Briar got out to leave. Noelle waved to Briar and then turned back to Della.
"You dance?"
Noelle said, impressed. Noelle was a ballerina, and she's being doing it since she could practically walk. She has been accepted by many prestigious academy's and she was planning to go professional once she graduated.
"What style?"
She asked, smiling.
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Post by cleansesong on Nov 15, 2009 17:49:46 GMT -4
"Well I know a bit of every style, but my favourite is contemporary. What do you do?" Della asked in response, a happy twinkle in her eyes as she realized that Noelle was a dancer also. That meant she would have a dance friend to talk to whenever she needed to go and rehearse or hang out or just talk about upcoming performances. "Thats so exciting, can we be dancing friends?"
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Post by noelleblanchard on Nov 15, 2009 17:52:17 GMT -4
"I dance ballet."
She said, smiling. Dance and art kept Noelle alive, Those were the things she loved most in her life. When Della asked to be dancing friends. Noelle let out a laugh and smiled.
"Of course we can."
Noelle said, smiling. She had a feeling with their differences, they would become great friends. Bonded by their love of dance.
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Post by cleansesong on Nov 15, 2009 17:58:03 GMT -4
A grin washed over Della's excited face again as Noelle mentioned that she did ballet. "Really? I started out in ballet, and then branched out to a bunch of different styles. I think you'd like my brother. He likes dance, but he won't admit it to anyone. He's nice, you'll like him." She babbled, a grin on her face again as she speared the last piece of fruit in her bowl and popped it into her mouth, chewing contently and then smiling again. "We're going to be great dance friends, I just know it. This is going to be great!"
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Post by noelleblanchard on Nov 15, 2009 18:00:42 GMT -4
Noelle laughed, not making fun of Della though. It was like a kid in a candy store and Noelle found it refreshing.
"What's your brothers name?"
Noelle asked, smiling. She had an older brother who went to Oxford university. When they were younger they were best friends. She really missed him and that why she always wore his Oxford sweatshirt when she went to sleep.
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Post by cleansesong on Nov 15, 2009 18:18:06 GMT -4
"His name is Cayden. He's in fourth year like me, but he's eleven months older. My mum was crazy and got knocked up with me right after he was born. You'll like him, all the girls do." She stated, a giggle escaping her pink lips as she thought of the two of them dating. "Just don't get attached too quickly, my brother doesn't do clingy well. He grows distant and gets angry."
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Post by River on Nov 15, 2009 18:22:23 GMT -4
Briar shuffled back into the Dining Hall and reclaimed her seat. She was pale and exhausted, but she was hoping Della and Noelle wouldn't notice. "Sorry, I...forgot to do something." she muttered, trying to look convincing.
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Post by noelleblanchard on Nov 15, 2009 18:22:29 GMT -4
Noelle looks at Della, feeling a bit offended. Noelle never did the chasing in a relationship. Never. and she was not the clingy type. In fact, she hated when boys clung to her. She pushed it aside, Della didn't know her that well and she was just looking out for her brother. Noelle smiled.
"I'm sure he is."
She said, cryptically. Noelle's cell phone vibrated in her Coach legacy purse and she got it out, flipping it open. Noelle ignored the caller I.D and dropped it back in her purse.
((Della, are you making your brother's character? or no?))
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Post by noelleblanchard on Nov 15, 2009 18:24:02 GMT -4
Noelle looked up at Briar, she was pale and she looked really tired.
"You look terrible."
Noelle said, never the one to lie to anyone.
"Are you okay?"
She asked, concern in her Turquoise eyes.
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Post by River on Nov 15, 2009 18:26:21 GMT -4
"Who, me? Yeh, I'm fine, why?" Briar asked, deciding to play dumb until she got her story straight.
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