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Post by madelyn on Jun 19, 2011 20:24:26 GMT
  To say that she was a fan of dresses would be an understatement. She loved them. They suited her just fine, as well as did skirts and shorts. Her mother had been particularly proud when she announced that she would be wearing a dress or skirt out to town today before her mother left for work. Though not before she handed her daughter an application for one of the boutiques here in town. Her explanation, "I want you to get your feet wet, learn and live a little bit. Even if you're working with your next book, I think it'll be good for you." Though she hadn't objected, she wasn't sure how she'd work with the rich snobs her mother associated with - cramming herself and her daughter into that niche. One which she refused to join even if her mother wanted her to. Sighing softly, she looked down at the paper she had filled out, and shook her head when she reviewed her hobbies. She had mentioned she was an accomplished author, so maybe that would help. Blue eyes lifted slowly as the brunette headed deeper into the city and towards the east, closer to the water and therefore it got "richer" around there too. Adjusting her purse she continued along her way. It just made her think of everything, her mind running wild, ideas popping into her head constantly for her book.
She might even need to make a third one the way things were going. Especially that she was getting involved with her supernatural characters now even more than before. She couldn't control what was happening sometimes it felt like, but once she started writing it, it all came back into perspective for her. Running a hand through her bangs slightly, she yelped softly and apologized to the person she had accidentally bumped into, "Oh, I'm sorry." the person kept walking as she headed towards this boutique that the owner, her mother knew personally. Who knew, she might get a job working at the little clothing store. Wrinkling her nose slightly, she then looked up to the name above the door, and stepped inside, hearing a little bell announce her arrival. Looking up from the counter, a petite blonde grinned, "Welcome, can I help you?" Hesitating, she grimaced. Confrontation equaled a no-no in her books. Tucking back a lock of her hair, she mused softly, "Is...Diana here?"
[/color] the blonde raised both brows and she grinned, "Ah, you must be Madelyn, no? My, your mother wasn't lying, you adorable shy thing. I'm Diana, it's lovely to meet you." Offering her hand, Madelyn carefully shook it, before handing her her resume she'd whipped up probably in ten minutes. After reviewing it, Diana adjusted her blonde curls, hair that Madelyn had been partially jealous to most of her life, and spoke, "When would you like to start?" Wait....what? Hesitating, she grinned shyly, "Umm...next week?"[/color] Diana grinned. Thankfully after escaping that place, and with a job in tact, the brunette headed back out into the busy sidewalks and plaza-like area. Maybe something to eat, help waste the day away? She had told herself no writing, no planning today if she could help it, but she had brought along her trust little ideas notebook just in case. Hesitating slightly, she then got a spot in line before she then went and ordered just a little thing of chips to eat and a drink. Not that she was horribly hungry, she just...plus never ate that much. Looking around to the people keenly, taking in her surroundings, she wondered. Did they know about her book? She had spoken with Asher and it had only raised her curiosity about how many people read books. Not only her book, but books in general. Like if they even cracked something open for enjoyment, or what-ever. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her idea notebook, jotting a few things down, before getting up, and as she walked, dumping her things away, she gasped when someone bumped into her, causing her to stumble and lose her idea notebook! Panicked. She darted, swirling around to find it. Tripping over her own to feet - wonderful, she sighed, looking down. Wonderful. [/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]  * * *words;; enough :3 thoughts;; ^^ outfit;; click |
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Post by quill on Jun 20, 2011 14:49:05 GMT
 No, he most certainly did not want to do his assignments.
Shooting his undone work a dirty look, blue eyes blazing with annoyance, the fallen tapped his fingers on the desk as though him doing so would succeed in his attempt to motivate him to do his homework. He didn't need this shit, he was immortal! The papers in front of him seemed to stare back at him innocently, clean, untouched pieces of snowy white parchments. Rolling his eyes, his hand flicked out to engage into another round of the Nyan Cat song on his laptop. As the sweet voice of the vocaloid Hatsune Miku began to blare out for the fifth time, Quill allowed himself a groan before pointedly turning his back to his waiting work and opening up the internet on his Mac. Like all otaku or rather, fans of anime and manga and basically Japanese stuff nowadays, the lad proceeded to type 'mangafox' into the search box and continued on where he left off on the manga Bleach. Reading manga while listening to an annoying, addictive song with his assignments right behind him; oh how very entertaining. Obviously having the feeling of having nothing else better to do, the boy went from reading manga online to doing random stuff on the internet, like typing rubbish on Urban Dictionary for example and activating and deactivating his Facebook account. In other words, Quill was bored. Even former fifteen year olds grew restless.
A loud snore from the windowsill reminded Quill of another presence in the room and the boy took a moment to look fondly at the huge ball of ginger fur curled up by the window. Odin was a fat piece of work, that did nothing but eat and sleep all day. Occasionally he would catch the common rat that lurked around the apartment, but other than that, the cat was dead to the world. Getting up very slowly from his sit and shutting his laptop, the fallen walked slowly to the end of the room before hurrying out and shutting the door softly behind him with a click. His cat gave him hell when woken up, intentionally and accidentally and the last thing Quill wanted was to endure one of Odin's tantrums. They both loved each other yes, but they both had their own set of rules to follow to maintain a healthy relationship. Odd yes, but that was the way things went with the both of them.
Trying to remove thoughts of unfinished work from his head, he picked up his board and was out the door in an instant, ollieing the stairs of the apartment while balancing on a slab of wood on four wheels. He made a huge commotion on the way down, and attracted a lot of unwanted attention. With shouts and panicked screaming accompanying the sounds the board made from behind him, Quill allowed himself a rare grin. It was wicked to just have a little bit of fun just for once. Skateboarding down the streets and narrowly avoiding its pedestrians, he decided to take a little break and grab himself a burger or something. Tucking his skateboard underneath his arm, he walked in with the intention of getting something to munch on and of course, the last thing he expected was to bump into someone. Of course the last thing he expected was for the girl to start panicking as well, so it was no surprise when all Quill could do at the moment to watch, bemused as she looked around frantically for something. Blinking silently, he allowed himself a glance down and there it was, a notebook just by his feet. Assuming that this was what the brunette was looking for, he bent down and lightly picked it up. Raising it in front of her, he looked at her inquiringly and blinked at her for confirmation. Ah, clumsy humans. What would the world do without them?
"I believe that this belongs to you." the fallen stated matter-of-factly. Of course it belonged to her. "Honestly, if you had maintained a calm state of mind when you were seeking for it, miss, you would have found it much more sooner." He placed the notebook in her hands, not even bothering to look at the cover let alone flick through it to see its contents. He knew how it felt to have someone invade your privacy; he had gone through that face multiple times already. When you lived with six other siblings in your early years, privacy was normally out of the question.
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Post by madelyn on Jun 22, 2011 1:04:01 GMT
Oh no. If she lost that thing, someone would probably blackmail her for it. Write their own book with it. That would be her worst fear. Even though it was all in her head, she liked to write it down sometimes, help make sure to keep everything straight. The brunette inhaled sharply, panicking. Good Lord she wasn't sure what she'd do if she lost it. Her stomach churned uncomfortably and the young woman winced, feeling the nausea rolling through her system. Wrinkling her nose slightly, she then looked around, panic streaking through her. God she wasn't sure what to do. Hesitating, she inhaled slowly, and tucked some hair behind her ear, determination setting in. Blue eyes narrowed. She would find it so help her. She would. No one would get their hands on her ideas and her sequel. This was going to go with the war too, the sides and such getting picked, the ones in the middle either staying out of it or joining a side. Madelyn scoured around the area as she then got on her hands and knees, and then slowly got up. Suddenly, her attention was diverted from the ground when a younger boy, probably only a year or so younger than her had approached her, holding said small notebook in his hand. Wide-eyed upon seeing it in his hands, she instinctively wanted to reach out and grab it back, keep her own little ideas in her head. But no, that would appear rude - and make her look like a five-year-old who was plotting against doing something horrible. Madelyn restrained herself enough to the point where her fingers tensed slightly, wanting to get it back from the dark-haired male in front of her.
Barely registering what he'd said, Madelyn refused to let him know that as she then found it soon in her hands once more, and she quickly squeezed it between her fingers in her hand, before tucking it quietly into her purse, not looking back at the male for a moment. Calm state of mind? What kind of teenager spoke like that anymore? Certainly not any of them, very few would, or did for that matter. She would - if she felt like it, or she was in an interview or something with an application for a scholarship or something. The brunette shifted quietly and eyed this boy curiously. One thing noticed was his eyes, that they seemed...wise for someone his - their age. He couldn't be much older than she was, could he? Then again she got mistaken for being 16 or so when she was bordering 18 - not sure why. Though age wasn't that important to her, not right now. Not with college looming in about a year. Pausing, she then debated on whether or not to answer with a comment on what he had said, or just thank him. She went for the non-confrontational side, "Thanks." There. A simple thanks really, even if she wanted to give him a little bit of a curiosity poke when he had mentioned about her going ahead and panicking. "To find it sooner, I might have needed to beaten you at it."
[/color] She commented, poking him figuratively, unable to resist, even though it didn't sound like it with her softer words, Madelyn couldn't resist. She fell silent of course, keeping a hand easily placed on top of her purse, now more protective of it than before. She wasn't certainly one to go around and make friends, therefore she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to pursue a conversation with this other student - she figured - he suited the age unless he aged like Benjamin Button, but things like that weren't real. The things in the supernatural world she had built. Smiling gently, fondly at the thought of her own little supernatural world, the brunette tilted her head slightly, before suddenly speaking, voicing an inquiry, "What's your name?"[/color] For some reason she had a feeling like she knew it. She knew she'd seen him before though - probably at the high school. Yes! That's where she had seen him, he was another student, probably a year behind her, but nonetheless a student in the 4 years of hell for some people. There, now that she had that part of her mind burning when she was attempting to figure out where she had recognized him from, she knew he probably wouldn't know her. Not too many did unless the teacher pointed out grades and such which always sucked. Madelyn blinked quietly. Yes, definitely from the high school, though he did carry...an interesting air about him in the least. [/color][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] * * * words;; enough :3 thoughts;; sorry if it sucks D: she'll warm up to him <3 outfit;; click |
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Post by quill on Jul 6, 2011 16:26:27 GMT
His hand had twitched when he had held the notebook and slipped it into the girl's hands, and if anyone had been witnessing the little scene, they would have noticed that the boy had only two fingers used to hold the book, as though he was holding a smelly pair of unwashed underwear. And the moment the object was safe in the girl's hands once again, Quill had pulled back immediately, shoving the hand that wasn't holding the board deep into his pocket. The last thing he wanted was to initiate skin contact with a human. Who knows what crappy, bitter memory they would accidentally view. And as far as the brunette knew, his memories weren't exactly the most pleasant ones around. They were raging, bitter and sorrowful. Definitely not one for the faint-hearted, and the female in front of him looked as though one gust of wind could knock her down immediately. Deep sapphire eyes examined the brunette in front of him piercingly. Though she looked slightly familiar ( he was vaguely reminded of Wren), he was already coming to the conclusion that she was nothing but human. Quill prepared himself to go on his way and grab a snack as well as forget that anything had ever happened in the first place.
"It was my pleasure." He shrugged when she thanked him. It hadn't been a big deal really; just another girl who had dropped her belongings and like the gentleman he was, picked it up for her. Etiquette and manners had been a top priority back then. It was always 'pull the chair for the lady, Quill' or 'help the lady with her stuff, boy'. The lessons had been knocked into Quill's head and after many rounds of head tapping when he failed to be a gentleman, well, one could say that Quill had learned well. He raised an eyebrow slowly when the girl poked him verbally. Biting back the urge to fire back a sharp retort, the boy simply nodded at her comment, though his eyes flashed with slight amusement. What a feisty one. "You would have found it anyway, miss." He said directly and shrugged again. Though he doubted that she would have found it sooner had he been not around. She would have probably continued panicking and never would have found it in time. Ah, well, nobody's perfect. To him, everyone around him were idiots, or rather to put it directly, the humans. A perfectionist at heart, Quill was never the kind to tolerate clumsiness and always took the opportunity to voice it out loud. But when it came to the ladies, well, he had to take it down a notch unfortunately.
Looking away from the girl, he began searching for an exit in which he could excuse himself from further conversation with the female. He could always get in line with the others and grab whatever he wanted. The men's washroom wasn't so far from the counter. Before he could make up his mind and get the hell out of there, the girl spoke again and reluctantly, the boy turned his head back to her and his mouth twitched with incredulity. His name? Why him? For a brief moment, he considered going under an alias, but because he had something against fake identities; they pissed him off, he scrapped the idea from his head immediately. He blinked at her and took his time answering, as though she was going to forget the question anytime and he could seize the opportunity to escape.
"I am Quill." Quill replied simply. No surname, nothing, just good, plain old Quill. He did not bother asking the girl for her name because one, she was either going to tell him and two, he could find it out anyway if he wanted to. And like the direct lad he was, he asked out loud the thought that had popped into his mind. "You are from Gracedown, are you not?" He wasn't exactly sure, not did he really care, but it was a good guess all the same.
Realizing that they were making conversation in a fast food restaurant, Quill frowned. The area obviously wasn't up to his liking, what with the noisy atmosphere and greasy smell. All thoughts of eating forgotten, he asked the brunette "Shall we take this conversation outside? The atmosphere is..." His brow twitched. ''Apparently not to my liking, I'm afraid."
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