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Post by lottz on Dec 27, 2011 14:00:59 GMT -6
Something that had always made sense to the nineteen year old was her obvious passion for art, this proved useful to her parents at times, often they’d brag about their two eldest children’s above average grades and then they brag about how their youngest daughter was a terrific artist, but he’d mostly comment on how well she could draw but chose to draw such unexplainable things. The girl’s book was full of different sketches that would determine how she was currently feeling and it helped her work out the situation that she was in and made it easier to determine whether or not what she was doing was right. But to her dad, this was considered emo drawing which made no sense to Lucinda since she was just bringing out her emotional side. She wasn’t an emo at all yet that’s what her family had labelled her as and it did actually dampen her spirits, she wanted her family to be proud of her yet they seemed to label her work as just rubbish because of what she drew, they wanted her to draw family portraits and such but that would be an insult to her drawing skills and she wanted to draw her feelings on paper, which was much easier than it sounded.
Lucinda pulled on some skinny jeans, slipped on her white tank top and pulled on a cream coloured jumper to go over the top to keep her snug. Lucinda wouldn’t say her appearance in clothing was fashionable but she definitely had her own style which she was comfortable to wear rather than squeezing herself into really right skirts that were to short, she preferred a more relaxed look than that. The nineteen year old slipped on her converses and put some things in her bag, such as one or two pieces of make-up and then put her sketch book and different pencils into her bag so she could draw. Her room mate was distracting her so she decided to go to the group dorm to get some piece and quiet, which probably wouldn’t work either but it was worth a shot right, if she was lucky there might not actually be anyone in then.
When she arrived she noticed two guys sat on the sofa watching the television, and someone sat at the table she was planning to sit at but that was fine as long as they didn’t try to socialize with her while she was working. The brunette sat down opposite the other person and pulled out her sketch book and started to finish off her drawing which was a crying angel, how this related to her was a long story but she drew herself as the angel crying, it was hard to explain but she knew what she was feeling while she drew it; neglect, depressed, alone and respectable. Those emotions should really go together, especially respectable but she did feel she had the respect of other as an angel did, oh and the beauty, she liked to think she was beautiful even if she wasn’t.
Before she knew it a liquid substance flew all over her work and Lucinda jumped back and stood up causing her chair to fall over and everyone looked over to see what the problem was. Lucinda watched as the younger girl franticly patted the paper with a piece of tissue and she watched as the pencil smudged all over the place, she hated it when people ruined her work and she felt her blood boil slightly, “Leave it alone!” The younger girl looked up muttered what sounded like an apology and scrambled away from the scene of the crime, Lucinda whipped up some water on the table and sat down on her chair and let out a loud sigh before starring at the ruined work on the table. It wasn’t her day.
outfit here. drawing here. 656 words.
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Post by EDWIN CARLISLE HANSEN on Dec 27, 2011 19:22:22 GMT -6
The morning has started off pretty normal. Ed had made his way to the practice rooms in the music wing for a good portion of the morning and after making what he felt was substantial progress on his newest song, he decided it was time to finally relax a little bit. Class was starting in the next few days and this was the only time the palace would not be completely crowded with people.
He stood up and closed the piano up before sliding his sheet music carefully into a plain black binder and making his way toward the living room. The chance that there was no one in there would be slime but maybe it would not be a group of frilly girls screeching over Snookie's most recent hook up.
The size of the palace always surprised him as he took a ten minute walk to the sitting room. The TV was on and some Adam Sandler movie was playing across the screen. From what Ed could tell it was 50 First Dates but he was not sure why two guys were sitting together watching Adam Sandler's most girlie romantic comedy.
He had only been in the room for about a minute before a pretty girl in the corner stood up and flipped out, a chair falling loudly to the floor and another, smaller girl jumped up and started to clean up a mess that seemed to originate from a tipped over glass on the table.
After an angry voice shouted, "Leave it alone!" Ed knew coming to the living room had been the worst decision of his day. He was about to duck out, avoiding the drama that was looking to unfold in the of him before he decided to maybe try and help. It was not like he wanted these girls to be upset.
He reluctantly made his way over to the angry girl and looked down at the sketch, "Hey, she didn't mean it. You shouldn't yell at her..." Ed said, defending the girl who looked like she was on the brink of tears in the corner.
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Post by lottz on Dec 28, 2011 5:48:29 GMT -6
Whenever Lucinda saw work ruined it always ruined her mood. The delicate shading was now smudge in the wings, the face of the girl seemed to just be a blur and she couldn’t believe she had thought this was the best place to go to do sketching, she should of paid more attention to the water on the edge of the table. Slowly she began to dab the drawing trying to salvage it but it was beyond saving now, she’d have to start again. Gently she began to tear the piece of paper out of her sketch book and screwed it up into a ball before throwing it into the bin in the corner near her table, and now she was faced with a piece of blank paper and no inspiration. Normally Luc was calm and collected but if someone ruined her work or rubbed her up the wrong way, it usually angered her and she hated seeing a good piece of work go to waste.
Another voice piped up, a deep one and without looking she could tell it was a male voice and he was probably a little older than her. Lucinda decided to ignore him while he struggled to defend the younger girl and she began to try and re-sketch the picture she had previously done and she was starting with the wings. The only problem with this was she could see his shadow looming over her and it was rather distracting; it was also preventing her from thinking so she had to get rid of him and the only way of doing that was being as spiteful as possible. It would probably prevent her from making friends but art was more important and an older male didn’t scare her at all.
The brunette was always very choleric at this time, especially because classes started soon so it wouldn’t be hard to make the older male disappear. “Why don’t yo-” Lucinda turned on her chair and stopped mid-sentence when she saw him, it was always the good looking ones that felt her wrath and why was a mystery to her, although he definitely had a face she could sketch. “Just disappear, you’re not doing your self any favors for what she did,” Shaking her head she turned back to her sketch and continued to try and re-create her drawing but she was finding it difficult with everything going on around her.
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Post by EDWIN CARLISLE HANSEN on Dec 28, 2011 16:33:16 GMT -6
Ed was intrigued by her pause as she was speaking to him but he ignored it in order to reply, "Why does it have to do me a favor? I can defend someone without it benefiting me." He said, taking a seat at the table next to her. He watched as she tossed the ruined drawing away and glared at the waste bin, "That wasn't really necessary." He said, standing and pulling the drawing out from the top of the trash.
He put it on the table and spread it out carefully in his hands before using his binder to flatten it out, "See? It still looks really nice!" He grinned at her and held it up to show her. Sure the smudges were kind of obvious but he thought it made the picture look hauntingly beautiful. Like God was crying for the angel or something. Of course, Ed had no taste in art and he knew that.
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Post by lottz on Dec 28, 2011 18:02:00 GMT -6
Unfortunately the older male didn’t seem to understand what she wanted, after all someone had just ruined her work and the last thing that she wanted was someone trying to make useless conversation with her, she just wanted to be alone. A sigh fell from her lips and she ran her petite pale hands through her brunette hair before she watched him walked around her and take her picture out of the bin, and listened to him as he made a bad attempt to cheer her up. He probably meant well but Lucinda was a very challenging person to cheer up and it took more than complimenting her work when it was completely ruined to put a smile on her face, and he was doing the opposite of that he was actually irritating her.
“Because if you linger around for a while you’ll regret it,” She commented and looked down at the work he had gotten out of the bin, it was scrunched and you could see the folds in the paper which made it worse and upset he even more than she had been before hand. “How would you like it if I turned up and split water on your work?” The girl cocked a eyebrow and fiddled with the sleeves on her jumper looking down at the work that lay before her, she hated the fact he got it out of the bin. Without thinking she put all her things into her bag excluding the ruined picture and moved away from the male, not saying a word. He obviously didn’t understand why she didn’t want to keep the work, she sat herself down at a different table and pulled out her sketch book flicking through it slowly.
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Post by EDWIN CARLISLE HANSEN on Dec 28, 2011 18:15:27 GMT -6
The girl's anger actually kind of scared him and he was trying to remember his original motivation for starting this conversation. When she got up and moved, he narrowed his eyes and followed her. It wasn;t meant to upset her but now she was started to make him curious. He felt like there had to be something more than just this picture upsetting her.
"How would you like it if I turned up and split water on your work?" She asked angrily as he took his seat, "I'll give you that..." He said opening his binder and pulling out a piece of sheet music carefully to show it to her, "But if you didn't spill the water of purpose I would just have to understand." He placed the paper carefully on the table and slid it toward her, "And no matter how upset you are there is no use crying over spilt...water..."
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Post by lottz on Dec 28, 2011 18:34:55 GMT -6
When Lucinda was little she had always had a short temper, it usually flared when she didn’t get her own way and her parents always wished she’d be as collected as her older siblings, of course this was like wishing Lucinda was something she wasn’t and her short temper was part of the package. No one was perfect after all, everyone had a flaw and her older brother had a huge flaw because of his need to be surrounded by women and her sister just craved attention from anything that had a pulse. Lucinda was happy how she was but sometimes anger caused people to get upset and then she had to apologies for her actions, that was another thing she hated to do.
While she was flipping through her sketch book a shadow fell over the table and Lucinda closed her eyes slightly and sighed, when she opened them, no doubt the older male had decided to join her, “Do you ever give up?” The question slipped from her lips and she rolled her eyes at him before looking down at her work and slicking through it without looking up. “Yes but what if you had spent days perfecting it and trying to make it flawless, then some minor turns around and knocks a glass over on your perfect work?” It had taken Lucinda a long time to finish her drawing and just as she drew nearer to finishing it, someone ruins it.
The brunette looked at the piece of paper he pushed in front of her, “But I’m not crying over spilt water, I’m just irritated about someone ruining my work.” Ah, so he studied music then? She had no idea about music, but she knew she liked listening to music and it helped her find inspiration for drawings, occasionally. Good looking and possibly talented, that could easily but inspiration for her next drawing, “Music,” She spoke aloud before nodding, “Nice.” She wasn’t really sure why he was showing her his work because she had a strong temptation to rip in half, that would surely make him go away.
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Post by EDWIN CARLISLE HANSEN on Dec 28, 2011 18:44:07 GMT -6
Ed could almost feel the anger pulsating off the girl as he hesitantly pulled his music away from her for fear that her hypothetical accident with his work would become an intentional attack to his psyche. He narrowed his eyes at her, "Dude, chill. Why are you so freakin' bitter?" He asked before thinking about his words. But he couldn't take it back now, best just let it be. He subconsciously scooted his chair away from her about an inch in order to make it easier to escape if she randomly decided she was going to turn in to some rabid dog.
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Post by lottz on Dec 28, 2011 18:52:37 GMT -6
It was quite easy for her to prey on people, even if they were older she did have that cunning side that people feared to see but overall she could be a nice girl to anyone unless they really annoyed her and that had become pretty often. The blank expression on her delicate facial features formed into a surprised look and her eyebrows rose slightly before she bit down on the inside of her cheek, trying to prevent herself from saying anything cruel to him, she hate for people to label her as a bitch, since for one she hated labels and she wasn’t actually that bad, depending on who you were and if she was in a bad mood or not. Dude, she was no dude and that wasn’t the type of talk she appreciated from someone she hardly knew, if he was a friend it would be perfectly okay but he wasn’t and males should always treat females with respect, to some degree anyway.
“Dude?” She question rhetorically and sighed loudly looking over at the television before biting on her lower lip, how did she want to react to that? She wanted to laugh and make it all calm but she wasn’t in the mood to hold her tongue, “Which part of me looks like a dude?” She spat and crinkled her nose slightly, “The last time I checked I was a girl!” Raising her voice slightly she took note of one or two guys turning around watching the drama unfold. Two arguments in the space of fifteen minutes, this wasn’t a good day.
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Post by EDWIN CARLISLE HANSEN on Dec 28, 2011 19:01:21 GMT -6
He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, "Seriously?" He asked almost doubling over with laughter, "I just asked why you are so bitter and the part you got angry at was me calling you dude?" Ed found this so humorous that his frustration with the girl had instantly dissipated although he was quite sure her's would not be so easy to melt.
Hold out his hand over the table, he finally introducing himself to the girl, "Edwin Hansen." He said trying to choke back the chuckles that were trying to filter out of his mouth between words, "What's you name, Dudette?" He asked, correcting the male suggestive word by adding an -ette to the end. Although, he was sure she wouldn't be cool with that either.
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Post by lottz on Dec 28, 2011 19:09:20 GMT -6
Even though he had called her bitter, she was more worried about looking similar to a male and thanks to him, was now touching her face and feeling for anything that wasn’t feminine. Something that had always upset her was being referred to as a male, even when her older brother used it as a joke she got a little twisted about it and would usually blow up about it. Lucinda ignored him and watched him laugh in his chair while she glared at him slightly and her upper lip twitched as she felt the anger build. She felt humiliated and her cheeks began to glow red, and the once angry loud girl that had been tempted to ruin the male’s work, now sunk into her chair slightly and looked at the floor.
When he introduced himself she contemplated on whether she should introduce herself, it would be rude not to and she had been brought up with manors but she didn’t want him to constantly laugh at her. Hesitating slightly she extended her hand and shook his and forced a fake smile before going back to her blank facial expression that she was so keen on, “Lucinda Vachar.” The brunette pulled her hand back quickly afterwards, she didn’t react to the dudette she just gazed around at her surroundings and then started to sick through her sketch book, admiring her work.
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Post by EDWIN CARLISLE HANSEN on Dec 28, 2011 19:17:39 GMT -6
Edwin smiled his best smile at this girl and leaned forward on to the table, "See? Now I don't have to call you 'dudette'. I have a name for you!" Without her noticing, he tried to glance down at her sketch book. The art was really, really good from what he could tell and he was even more impressed by her after seeing a few more pictures. It was like she'd traced a bunch of photographs or something. He wondered to himself if that would be an insult if he said it out loud but decided against it because you never knew what crazy thing she would get mad at next. Instead, he simply said, "So I guess your hear for drawing then?"
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Post by lottz on Dec 28, 2011 19:26:37 GMT -6
The anger that was once bubbling away inside of Lucinda started to simmer down, but she was pretty sure if he said something to upset her she’d probably flip out again and attack him, not that she was violent you just never knew what could happen with her, she was an unexpected people and some people liked that about her. The girl broke from her thoughts when she heard Edwin speaking to her and she smiled gently, and it was the first time all day she had actually smiled, “Yes, I suppose you do,” She spoke up and flicked through her book until she got to the blank pages and closed her book laying her palms on the back cover. When he stated the obvious she snickered slightly and nodded, “Isn’t it obvious? And I guess you’re here for music.” She stated with a small smile.
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Post by EDWIN CARLISLE HANSEN on Dec 28, 2011 19:34:54 GMT -6
Edwin shook his head as if she were wrong and responded, "Well see? We already know so much about each other." He smiled at her smile, "And there;s the smile, see? Not too difficult." In order to try and keep this happy version of this girl he wanted to be very careful about his wording. Of course it was difficult to try and keep her happy when he didn't really know one single thing about her other then she had a short temper and was a fantastic artist, "So what brought you to Versailles? Anything in particular?" He glanced over his shoulder at the guys sitting at the couch. They were still watching the pair carefully as if waiting for a ticking time bomb to explode. He sent them his little narrow-eye death glare and they turned back to their movie. The credits had been rolling for a good minute before they realized they didn't really have a reason to stay in the room.
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Post by lottz on Dec 28, 2011 19:45:39 GMT -6
Maybe being angry all the time did no good, but in fairness she didn’t make friends easily and if that was bad enough she had never been in an actual relationship either. Her siblings would call her a lesbian, but she wasn’t, she was just scared of falling for someone and getting hurt. She had seen what could happen to people if they fell for someone and then got hurt, they would be in pieces and they’d cry and cry some more. She had male friends, but they always stayed that and were never more it was obvious that she was useless with guys but not a lot of people noticed. “Oh yes, I know quite a lot about you. Edwin Hansen the musician, who is a male.” She stated with a small smile before looking at him with her cold grey eyes. She hated it when people commented on her smile when she had previously been in a bad mood, it always made her smile more and granted she was smiling a lot know she lifted her hand in front of her mouth to cover it. The conversation changed to why she was here and she shrugged, “My parents shipped me and my siblings here, so I really didn’t have a choice.” Although she was happy here, she got away from her parents and did something she loved.
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