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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 26, 2011 20:39:52 GMT -6
After leaving the room, it felt as though it had been a good ten minutes worth of walking before they finally came across the dining hall. Louisa ducked in to the huge room that looked as if the Queen of England herself ate there, and she probably had at one point. Louisa held a finger up to her lips to "shh" Rebecca before she reached daintily into her pocket and pulled out a copy of a very ornate looking key, "Snagged it off the janitor trolley one day..." Louisa winked at her roommate before sliding the key into the lock and pushing it open slowly, the smell of freshly baked bread drifting out as she grinned and walked in.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 26, 2011 22:05:20 GMT -6
Ashlyn didn't say anything as she nonchalantly followed her roommate. She didn't mind silence, but the awkward stillness that accompanied it was slightly uncomfortable. Ashlyn managed to lose herself in her suroundings, which were quite intruging, and otherwise ignore her companion. At least they reached their destination. Louisa pulled a key from her pocket, mentioning that she had snagged it from a janitor.
This, alonged with her obvious familarity with the palace, made Ashlyn wonder just how long Louisa had been here.
It might have been beneficial to get on her good side,Ashlyn mused. But that would have entailed putting up with her, plus Ashlyn doubted that Louisa would have liked anyway.
Ashlyn followed Louisa inside, somewhat hesitantly. The kitchen was obviously occupied, and despite the nagging feeling that said she shouldn't be there, she slipped past her guide so she could see the extent of the place.
It was what Ashlyn imagined a gourmet kitchen would look like filled with every imaginable device and dish.
She leaned against the wall, and without turning toward Louisa,since she was still taking in the enormous kitchen, inquired:
"So, you've been here before, what's the deal?"
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 27, 2011 19:47:46 GMT -6
Louisa sent her companion a smirk, "This is my third year at Versailles. I feel like I've been here forever." She said, waving casually at one of the chefs when they called out her name and offered her a spot at the chef's table.
The chef's table was a very ornate table that was placed in the very center of the kitchen. It was where important people who wanted to study the chef's styles and strategies got to sit and Louisa was often a guest at the table while they were making dinner or something. The chef let them be seated before asking them if there was anything they wanted. Louisa looked at her roommate, "You're hungry, right Rebecca? Tell the man what you want, he'll make you anything."
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 27, 2011 22:48:02 GMT -6
"You're hungry, right Rebecca? Tell the man what you want, he'll make you anything."
Ashlyn clenched her teeth, annoyed that Louisa had persisted in calling her Rebecca. She wanted to correct her, again, but she doubted Louisa would listen to her anyway. So instead she pretended like she didn't care and turned toward the chef, thinking.
Ashlyn own diet rarely went beyond the American 'Staples', but she had once had a chinese friend who's family owned a chinese resturant. They had given the most delicious dumpling ever, called a Jiaozi. Her friend had later moved across town and new chinese cuisine took thier place. The dumplings they made were terrible, at least compared with the Jiaozi.
With a smile she asked. "Could you make a Dumpling that actually does the Chinese justice?" The Chef inquired if she had a specific variety, to which she replied Jiaozi, watching his face to discover whether or not her knew what she was talking about. But her merely smiled, revelling nothing. Having finished her request she shifted her attention to Louisa.
"You getting something?" Her voice slipping back into it's bored monotone.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 27, 2011 23:46:55 GMT -6
Because people's first time visiting the kitchen generally consisted of them ordering whatever the chefs happened to be cooking, Louisa was a little surprised. She arched a brow when Rebecca actually ordered something off menu and out of country, "I'll just have a fruit salad with roasted pecans and a glass of milk." Louisa said in a voice that suggested she knew exactly what she was getting before she even entered the kitchen.
The chef grinned and nodded, "Anything for you, my dear." He sent Louisa a little smile before yelling in an angry French accent at his sous chef to prepare the ingredient for their meal, "So Chinese? Have you ever been to China?" Louisa asked, making the small talk as if she were speaking to a reporter or something. It was almost like she was practicing for when she would have to talk to people she didn't find pleasant.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 28, 2011 0:15:48 GMT -6
Ashlyn rolled her eyes at the way the chef treated Louisa, but otherwise remained silent.
"So Chinese? Have you ever been to China?"
No.Ashlyn grinned, "not yet". She shifted her position so she was more comfortable, then continued. "I had a friend who was Chinese though and she was the one..." The trailed off. For not wanting to let Louisa know anything about her, she was sure finding out a lot of things about her. It was time to turn the tables.
"So, Lou." Ashlyn began, hoping she wouldn't like the nickname. "What's it like being a model?
"
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 28, 2011 0:34:04 GMT -6
Louisa sighed and looked at her finger nails before flinching at the girl's words. She kept her smile, though moved her hands aside gracefully as they delivered the food to the table. It was only just now occurring to Louisa that Rebecca had asked to not be called by her name. Now it was a little too late to turn back, the girl had pulled out the nickname, "Oh Rebecca," Louisa responded, putting a special emphasis on the name, "Being a model is very rewarding, although it is a lot of early morning auditions and diets that are actually unhealthy for you, I love it anyway."
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 28, 2011 0:58:14 GMT -6
Despite her acceptance of Louisa calling her rebecca, Her skin to prickled when she heard the name. She listened to Louisa's response with polite detachment, though when she mentioned the diet, Ashlyn lip's curved up into a knowing smile.
"Yes, I'm sure the idea of appearing unnaturally thin to an audience of insecure teenage girls is positively rewarding."
The words were out of her mouth before she really had time to think about what she was saying. She couldn't fehelp but feel a little bit shocked. Ashlyn wasn't usually rude or provocative, and that comment was uncharacteristically agressive. Though they expressed Ashlyn's feelings flawlessly, she couldn't deny that it was an unnecessarily b*tchy comment.
And it was one she couldn't take back, no matter howmuch she might want too.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 28, 2011 1:16:16 GMT -6
Her moment of shock distracted her from the delicious food that had just been laid in front of her. Louisa stood and in a fit of fury and slammed a palm heavily on to the glass table, "No, Rebecca." Her voice was unusually calm given her appearance, "I like the feeling of girls buying the clothes I'm wearing, or the make up I'm wearing and feeling pretty and more confident because they feel like they look good." Louisa let out a deep breath before sitting down and taking a small, graceful bite of food, "and I am actually considered heavy for a model at size four. I am not too skinny." She finished deliberately.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 28, 2011 1:45:18 GMT -6
Ashlyn wasn't really surprised at Louisa's defensive, even self-righteous reply. And despite Louisa's carefully mantained control, she couldn't help but shift uncomfortably under the torrent of it.
Ashlyn looked up as Louisa uttered her last sentence. She eyed her roommate curiously, trying to decide if their was an insecurity hidden in her last remark. It certainly wasn't a doubt that kept the model up at night, or one that often crossed her mind; but there was a little added fire behind the statement, which signified something.
Ashlyn ended her observations with a shrug and a emotionless"Whatever." It occurred to her that an apology might have been in order there, but she didn't really see a point. Regardless of what Louisa said, her opinions remained concrete, as did her feelings toward Louisa. They were too different, and it would be ridiculous too try to smooth this over when other such clashes were bound to happen anyway.
So instead Ashlyn withdrew further into herself and cast wary eyes over toward the chefs. She hoped they wouldn't be too much longer so she could get out out of here.
Dumplings, really? Why couldn't I have just gotten an apple?
She cursed her short-sightedness.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 28, 2011 1:56:13 GMT -6
Louisa dismissed the awkward air that hung between them but couldn't put the happening behind her until she got her revenge. Unfortunately, she was ill-prepared so she put the thoughts in the back of her mind, ready to revisit them at any point that the timing would seem appropriate.
Instead of fuming over the argument, Louisa decided to attempt to tactfully discover a few more things about her roommate before attacking, "So, Rebecca, I am going to assume you are one of those people who don't believe that modelling is an art?" Louisa asked in a voice that suggested true curiosity, "You can tell me. I can take it." The sarcasm dripped off her words like poison.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 28, 2011 2:39:14 GMT -6
Ashlyn restrained a groan when Louisa started talking.
Just get me the food already! she thought exasperated. She didn't even look at Louisa as she replied.
There's no need for me to tell something you already know. Her tone made it clear that she thought this was obvious. She hadn't meant for her exasperation to seap into her voice, but It had anyway.
Louisa's continued attmtps at conversation made it clear that she wasn't going give Ashlyn the silence she desired, so she figured she might as well make the most of the experience.Which was getting to know Louisa. She didn't look at Louisa but rather watched her our of the corner of her eye, trying to take in her ever move, every gesture, every expression. It was like she was trying to piece Louisa together with minuscule parts of the puzzle.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 28, 2011 2:48:15 GMT -6
Rebecca's response was pretty much exactly what Louisa had been expecting, "And this writing of yours, is that considered a real art?" Louisa took another small bite of her food and looked at Rebecca carefully, taking note that the other girl was too much of a coward to look at Louisa in the face when insulting her profession.
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Post by REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW on Dec 28, 2011 3:17:45 GMT -6
It was taking some considerable effort on Ashlyn's part not to get riled up by Louisa's remarks. "To Me, yes," she replied with an even tone, then she turned to face Louisa. "Just as modeling is too you." She glanced away long enough to check for the chef, hoping he would put and end to their conversation. But he showed no signs of being done so she turned back to Louisa, somewhat resigned.
"If were really going to start defining art then I must say I find it much easier to believe words can be art than- whatever it is you do. To me, artists and writers are the same except that one uses colors to communicate and the other uses langauge." She cocked her head slightly as she waited for Louisa's reply. A small twitched at the corner's of her motuhand she thought of all the people in the world to be having this conversation with, she was having it with Louisa.
Perhaps I should remember this conversationshe reflected wryly. Then I could write in my journal later.
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Post by LOUISA MAE CARBONE on Dec 28, 2011 3:25:06 GMT -6
Louisa nodded, understanding her argument but also not understand what that had to do with her belief that modeling was not art, "The art of mastering body language and poses is actually for more difficult than you could imagine. Being able to completely change you image with just a look in your eye is what defines one model from the next." Louisa explained, excited by her conversation, "Just as your words are art to you, the photographer taking my photo has a theme and I have to take the theme and vision and make it my own masterpiece." Louisa considered a moment before asking, "Have you ever heard of Sakuraba Yuina?" She asked deftly and the chef yelled something in the background and exited the kitchen abruptly.
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