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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 21, 2011 0:15:32 GMT -6
99..100...101 Ashlyn stopped in front of her new room. The regristration process had been gruesome, and Ashlyn found she was a lot more jet lagged than she realized, meaning all she want to do was crawl into bed and sleep until tomorrow morning.
But all the same, she was here. She gazed at the door with wonder, exitement pumping underneath her skin. Then she blinked feriously, clearing her head. It's just a stupid door She admonished herself, no reason to get excited. Grumbling, she fumbled for her key and unlocked her door. One day in Paris, and already you're getting loopy. She thought bitterly to herself. She glanced around the room. Already she could tell she was going to be out of place here. She'd seen she granduer of the palace, but she'd hoped the dormitories might be a little more laid-back. But, glancing around the overly lavish room, clearly that was not the case. With a sigh, Ashlyn plopped her stuff on the farthest bed from the door and flopped down beside it. It wasn't like she wasn't happy to be here, it just-wasn't what she had expected. But then, few things in life were. She lifted herself onto her elbows and looked down at all the papers she gotten this morning. Her eyes stopped on her dorm paper, which she gingerly picked up. "Louisa Mae Carbon" she read aloud, wondering who that could possibly be.
Tagged: Louisa Mae Carbone...
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 21, 2011 0:31:28 GMT -6
It had been a long flight from Oklahoma and Louisa was ready to crawl into her usual bed back at school and Facebook for eternity. Before leaving the airport, Louisa had made a pit stop in the bathroom to completely revitalize her hair. it was a vigorous process of combing and fluffing until it was just right but eventually it did meet her ridiculous expectations and she could climb into the back of a cab and go on to campus.
It wasn't until she entered her room and saw someone's things strewn across the floor next to her bed that she hadn't beaten her roommate. The brunette that was sitting on the bed itself didn't look like anyone Louisa would have issues with. She was less pretty and less famous than Louisa and that was enough to make her not scary.
Raising one eye brow, Louisa pulled her Coach carrying bag across the floor and heaved it up on to the bed next to the window, "You're on my bed. I suggest you move." She said in a voice that suggested absolute power.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 21, 2011 0:46:17 GMT -6
Ashlyn looked up as someone entered the room. An extremely striking girl stood before her. She had a little too much make up on for Ashlyn's taste and she could tell that she spent way too much time on her hair, but thier was no denying that she was gorgeous. Ashlyn had a feeling she'd seen this girl before, but she couldn't imagine where.
The girl, Louisa her name was, glared at Ashlyn for a moment before stating. "you're on my bed, I suggest you move." Ashlyn's eyes narrowed, yet she wondered if it was worth resisting. It was only a bed after all, and she new that making an enemy of her roommate would ensure a difficult time here. But she was used to things being difficult. Besides, there was something about this girl's arrogant air that irked Ashlyn, and the idea of submitting to her was appalling. So instead she sat up, looked around the bed and then replied. "I don't see your name anywhere."
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 21, 2011 0:50:36 GMT -6
Louisa's eyes flared as she pulled back the awkward curtain that had been mounted on the wall over the head board, "Read it and weep, sweetie." Louisa's fingers ran along the wood where she had carved her name the last time this problem arose. For a moment she could feel the smile that drifted across her face as she remembered her second year here at Versailles. It seemed so long ago...
Louisa suddenly remembered where she was and sent a look to her roommate that said 'I'm better than you and you know it so just move.'...or at least that's what she had hoped it said.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 21, 2011 1:57:21 GMT -6
That's not suppose to happen. Ashlyn mused, somewhat annoyed. Of all the comebacks in the world, she had to pick the one the girl could fight back with. She clenched her teeth, thinking. If she gave in now, it would look like she was giving up; but she really wasn't in the mood to duel it out with drama b*tch queen over this, she just wanted to chilax after her flight... Ashlyn examined her fingernails, her hair, drawing the moment out for as long as she dared. Then she looked up and with a small smile replied. "My Mistake." She replied in a soothing, yet mocking tone. "Clearly the idea of not having your own name emblazened on every object you come in contact with disturbs you." Her smiled deepened,"So sorry I didn't figure that out sooner." With that, she stood, slowly and casually sauntered over to the other bed, her stuff in tow.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 21, 2011 20:12:30 GMT -6
Louisa smiled her sweetest smile and sat carefully on her bed before whipping out her cell phone, making it obvious the girl's snide remark had not phased her. She shot a quick text to her manager, asking whether or not they had any jobs in the next few days. The best part about being back at school was definitely all the publicity. Louisa had gained so much fame in France just from being at school that people were actually recognizing her in the streets of Paris.
After a moment, Louisa stood up and began unpacking her things. She hung up an arm full of dresses in the closet near her bed and started folding shorts and shoving the precariously into the dresser. Although she was seemingly immersed in her own world, she was completely aware of the other girl in the room.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 21, 2011 22:08:25 GMT -6
Ashlyn arrived at the other bed and plopped her stuff on it, again. She glanced over her new bed, looking for any difference between the two, seeing none she shrugged and and clambered upon it. When she had first got here all she had wanted to do was take a nice long nap, but she doubted she could do that now without feeling really awkward. She chanced a glance at her roommate. after slipping her phone away she began unpacking. Ashlyn couldn't see her face to discover whether or not she was all bothered by their exchange, but from what she knew of the girl she doubted it.
Ashlyn glanced guiltily at her at her own mounds of possessions, she should really start unpacking herself. There was one thing she wanted to do first, however. she pulled out her moleskin journal. She stopped halfway through flipping to a blank page and cast another furtive glance toward Louisa. without really thinking, she closed the Molsekin and slipped it inside her nightstand drawer. Had Louisa really unsettled me so much that I'm nervous about her seeing me with it? Perhaps she was being to cautious, but should anything happen to that journal... Ashlyn winced. Let's just be careful...she thought grimly.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 22, 2011 15:38:32 GMT -6
Using the mirror that was mounted above her dresser, Louisa spotted her new roommate carefully hide something in the drawer of her bedside table. Louisa made a mental note to use that against her if she ever needed to before turning to look at her, pretending she hadn't been watching her, "So Rebecca Snow..." Louisa said in a confident voice, this being the first year of her life she had bothered to actually look and see who her roommate was going to be, "What brings a girl like...you...to Versailles?"
Louisa started tapping the ball of her foot in different positions on the floor and she heard a thick 'clunk' and reached down to pull up the loose floor board just inside her closet. She pulled out a box of things she had hidden there last year including a good about of Euros and a key she had stolen many years ago that would unlock the kitchens in the middle of the night. Anyone who had come to school here for any amount of time linger than a month knew that there were probably fifteen copies of the kitchen key and they made more for every maid and janitor they hired to work the school. Most of the useless people never even noticed when it was swiped.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 22, 2011 21:04:05 GMT -6
OOC:Thanks for picking up on the journal hint
IC; So Rebecca Snow, Louisa began, Ashlyn clenched her teeth, she hated it when people used her real name, it made her feel like no matter how far away she went, she still couldn’t cut her mother out of her life. That was the problem with sharing your mother’s name.
"What brings a girl like...you...to Versailles?" Ashlyn didn't miss snub that came with her emphasis on you. The comment irritated her, which was surprising since Ashlyn was usually able to blow off insults. Especially insults that attacked her background or appearance, since they were both things she didn’t put much stock in. But something about hearing Louisa say it irked her. She also knew that this girl wasn’t interested in making light conversation or becoming friends. She was trying find a weakness she could use against her, but Ashlyn was determined not to give her one.
She managed to keep her voice passive as she replied. “It’s Ashlyn, and I’m here because I like art, and this is an art school.” She whipped the drawer beneath her closed, then added “End of story.” She turned toward her next bag. “What about you," she asked as she began unloading its contents. “What about this school’s curriculum tempts someone like…you?” Her face remained composed, but she couldn’t keep a saucy edge from creeping into her voice at that last part.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 22, 2011 23:32:16 GMT -6
Louisa smiled broadly, her straight white teeth glistening as she placed some of her money in her wallet and replaced the box full of magazines knowing full well that this girl would now know about Louisa's hiding place, not that it really mattered, "It’s Ashlyn, and I’m here because I like art, and this is an art school."
As if to show her defiance, Louisa rolled her eyes and pulled the top magazine out of her box before replacing the piece of wood and climbing into her big fluffy bed, "What about this school’s curriculum tempts someone like…you?" Louisa sent her a wicked smile before standing up, smoothing and straightening her top and throwing the open magazine to her roommate. The French article that was spread across the page featured an up and coming new model for a popular perfume imported from Milan.
Assuming that her picture in the magazine was enough explanation, Louisa kicked off her shows and put them carefully in her closet before pushing her hair back into a stylish side pony, "So you are an art major then? Drawing?" She asked pretending like she cared. In reality she just wanted to know so she would have a little dirt on her roommate, anything could be used as a weapon given the correct circumstances and knowing your opponent was the number one must if you want to win.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 23, 2011 0:33:34 GMT -6
Louisa smiled and flipped open the magazine. As Ashlyn took in this new development she had a dawning realization. That's where I've seen her, she was on a billboard by the airport! This new found discovery only made her detest her roommate more. As far as she was concerned, modeling didn't count as an art form. It was just another example of how corrupted art had become in modern society. Maybe this school's not so great after all, if they let people in just because their pretty. Ashlyn thought darkly. But, Ashlyn glanced up at the picture again, Louisa was certainly more than just pretty. Though it was obvious her face had been highlighted with make-up, Ashlyn could see no signs of Air-brushing between the picture and the real Louisa, much as she would have liked it to be otherwise.
her roommate put the magazine away with a satisfied smile before talking to Ashlyn again. "So you are an art major then? Drawing?" Ashlyn actually bothered to stop what she was doing long enough to look up and reply. "Nope, Writing." and then speedily return to her stuff. She had only one box left, this one containing her large and treasured book collection, as well as the few photos she'd brought with her. She placed the three photo frames, one of her cat, immy; one of her younger sister, Abby; and one her family, minus her mom and before the drugs started noticeably altering her older sister's appearance; carefully on top of the cabinets that held most of her stuff. She then began unloading her books without the same level of care. She realized that she had unconsciously made a mental note of where Louisa had put many of her things, weird.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 23, 2011 17:47:33 GMT -6
Louisa could feel the tension in the air as Rebecca realized exactly who she was talking to. It occurred to Louisa that her roommate was probably going to be one of those people who didn't understand that art of modelling. In reality it was quite difficult to achieve a good and consistent pose. No one saw that side though. Most people thought it was just a bunch of pretty girls standing around and looking pretty while people took pictures of them. The thought put a bad taste in Louisa's mouth as Rebecca replied, "Nope, writing."
Unknowingly, Louisa rolled her eyes at the gingerly placed picture of the cat, "A cat? Really?" She stood up off her bed and slipped back in to her shoes before throwing a coat over her shoulders and heading for the door. Her stomach rumbled as she pulled it open motioning toward the door. Despite her obvious distaste for the girl, she felt obligated to offer her a companion to go get lunch, "I'm going to the kitchens, want to come?"
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 26, 2011 10:40:05 GMT -6
"A cat? Really?" Ashlyn's gaze drifted back toward the picture, her head cocked to one side and a small frown playing upon her lips,then she shrugged. It had been Abby's idea for her to bring that picture, and for that reason, it would stay. Ashlyn had finished unpacking, which meant that she had to find something else to do.
"I'm going to the kitchens, want to come?" Ashlyn paused, torn. She relished the idea of having the dorm to herself, even if it was for a short while. And she wondered whether Louisa had an ulterior motive for inviting her, one that wouldn't spell out well for Ashlyn.
But she was curious about this palace, and the idea of seeing more of it intrigued her, even if it was only the kitchens. Not to mention she was starving, having been to preoccupied to have eaten that day. I'm at an art school, I'll have plenty of time for writing later. Besides, I want to see how Louisa gets into the kitchens. Her mind was made up. "Sure", she replied, getting up off the bed.
OOC: Is that the end of the thread then, since were no lonegr in the dorms?
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