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Post by Allesandra Lucetta Thomasia on Jul 23, 2009 17:04:52 GMT -5
 T H I S W O N T H U R T M O R E T H A N A P I N C H {sojustpouradrink,letstalkitover}------------------------------------------------
Urgh, thought Ally, I'm soooooo totes bored.. She needed something to do. Of course, knowing Ally, she would say "totes" instead of "totally", it was a little English slang she picked up on. She was happy to have learned English at school back in Italy, or else she would be nowhere here.
Anyway, Ally looked around. She was sitting in a booth in the diner, stirring her straw casually in her Coca-Cola. She looked bored, though, her hand on her chin, leaning forward over the table. The diner looked kind of greasy and gross to her, but she thought it was what the decor was actually trying to accomplish. Her thoughts wandered around a bit, from being back home to starting school soon. She heard that Melody Lake Prep had tons of drama going on, and she wondered what exactly was meant by that. And with the Masquerade ball coming up soon, Ally was excited. Maybe something special could happen there..
She snapped out of the idea she had, her dreams of the ball. She thought about the secretive letter she got just now, in fact it was in her pocket as she was sitting. It w.
as a note on what she was to do at the ball. From some unknown person, she had been told specifically NOT to tell a single soul, and she would hold by that for the rest of her life. She started thinking about that, too.
Uuuuggggghhh, she said out loud. She was still bored
[/font] [/size] NOTES im not happy with it, but im kind of slow today ..
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Post by Ethan Micheal Davies on Jul 23, 2009 17:21:22 GMT -5
Ethan threw the front door to the diner open, the slamming ratlting his brain. He had a massive headache, as he got tackled hard at football today. He didn't have a concusion, but he did get sent home early. He was starving, so he came to the diner.
It was nearly empty, and he smiled at the middle aged lady behind the counter, his smile half and crooked. Suddenly, he noticed a girl sitting by herself, so being the 'friendly' guy Ethan was, he walked over, and sat down.
He was wearing a muscle shirt, and as he sat, the pleather bench caught it and pulled it up ever so slightly, causing him to blush. "Well, what a way to make an entrance. Hey. I'm Ethan."
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Post by Allesandra Lucetta Thomasia on Jul 23, 2009 18:05:49 GMT -5
T H I S W O N T H U R T M O R E T H A N A P I N C H {sojustpouradrink,letstalkitover}------------------------------------------------
Ally's thoughts were still focused on her note, and everything in between actually. A slam of a door caught her attention. She looked over to see a guy. He looked older than she was, only by a little bit though. But boy, was he GOOD LOOKING. Ally couldn't help but stare. She was in awe when this boy walked right towards her, and sat down. The leather caught on his already nice-fitting shirt, pulling it in such a way that the shirt rode up, revealing... What? Muscles? Wow. Ally almost drooled. He introduced himself as Ethan, and he was kind of blunt about it. She liked him already, for some reason... There was something she couldn't resist. Already?
Oh, ah.. Hi, Ethan! It's great to meet-a you. Don't mind your-a entrance, I don't mind.. She said, I am Allesandra, or you can-a call me Ally. She smiled delightfully to him, still fascinated by his entrance. She hoped he didnt mind her accent, somehow it seemed less normal than before. Probably because she was talking with someone who had a totally different one than her.
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Post by Ethan Micheal Davies on Jul 23, 2009 20:49:49 GMT -5
Ethan's expression became relaxed, his voice soft as he leaned into her, smiling his half, crooked smile. "Your accent is beautiful." So was she, to be honest. her hair was a lovley brown chestnut, and her voice like honey. "So, when did you move here from Italy?" He knew the accent well. His nanny was from Tuscany, and she had an almost matching accent.
He ran his hand across the table, ever so slightly, just enough that he could feel the tips of her fingers. he laid his hand down centimeters from hers, and loked around them, his smile becoming full. He winked at her quickly, then altogether pulled back, and began tapping his fingers on the table.
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Post by Allesandra Lucetta Thomasia on Jul 24, 2009 10:15:48 GMT -5
T H I S W O N T H U R T M O R E T H A N A P I N C H {sojustpouradrink,letstalkitover}------------------------------------------------
Okay, she was officially going crazy by now. This. Guy. Is. Amazing. In her mind, it was literally going omgomgomgdkjaslfsdfjdhfkjfdgr. Yeah.. I think Ally needs to get a hold of herself. Out of her mind, she actually managed to. She smiled sweetly and said Oh, ah, thanks.. Not many people-a enjoy my-a accent.. They-a think it's weird.. Surprisingly, Ally wasn't a super-hyper ball of energy around him, she felt more... Calm.
Well-a, I just moved here to-a Melody Lake about a month ago. Quite-a frankly, it's damp and-a cold. I prefer Amalfi, it was-a soooo much prettyer~ She enjoyed talking about her home and could go on for hours. She didn't stop to wonder how easily Ethan recognized her accent.
Then, he moved his hand across the table, his fingertips just touching hers. She was going wild in her mind, she couldn't focus clearly now. Another one of those omgomgomgdkjaslfsdfjdhfkjfdgr moments. He winked at her, and sat back casually.
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WORDS 159, ew
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CREDIT Bizambiatch at Caution 2.0 ![/sub] OOC: Will Ethan still ask Ally to the ball ~ Or will Fifi / Hailz be all like rah ? xD But I think they should ~ Even if Fifi is supposed to be with him dslkjfldjk whatever. |
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Post by Ethan Micheal Davies on Jul 24, 2009 10:28:46 GMT -5
"I went to Italy a couple of times as a child, and I enjoyed it, but I much prefer it here, I don't enjoy the heat much." A waitress came, and Ethan smiled at her, ordering a cup of coffee. He was starving, but he decided not to order food, because the waitress was an old 'aquantience' and he didn't know what she would do to his food.
"What brings you here, now? Did you just decide to come to Minnesota and see what you'd find, or do you have family here?"
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Post by Allesandra Lucetta Thomasia on Jul 24, 2009 10:35:19 GMT -5
T H I S W O N T H U R T M O R E T H A N A P I N C H {sojustpouradrink,letstalkitover}------------------------------------------------
So, this random guy (may it be mentioned that he is hooott), just randomly sat down and randomly started talking to me. This is random. Though Ally, the words random and guy and hot guy running through her head. He asked her what she was doing in Melody Lake.
Well-a, she started, my parents are-a very successful businesspeople. So-a, they thought to-a advance their career, they would-a move to the US. They heard raving-a reviews about Melody Lake, and-a decided to start up-a business here. Thats how-a I came to live here. She paused for a moment, and stared at Ethan. Gosh, was he pretty. She continued talking, So-a, what's your story? She was curious to know more about this guy.
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Post by Ethan Micheal Davies on Jul 24, 2009 10:42:58 GMT -5
"Well, I was raised here, born and bred in Minnesota. I don't really see my parents all too often. They work In New York, but they didn't want me raised in the city, so I stayed here. And they got so used to nit having kids they just don't come around much anymore."
He looked at her, sad for a moment, then smiled brightly. "But, its really not a big deal. I don't know them, so i dosen't bother me." he lied.
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Post by Allesandra Lucetta Thomasia on Jul 24, 2009 10:59:04 GMT -5
T H I S W O N T H U R T M O R E T H A N A P I N C H {sojustpouradrink,letstalkitover}------------------------------------------------
She listened happily to Ethans life story, in a nutshell. It seemed that he wasn't close to his parents at all, and really could care less if they were around. I kind-a know how-a you feel. My parents aren't around a lot-a, but I am-a still close to them. She was happy to be close to her parents, they guided her for her whole life. Of course, that doesn't mean she will be a little rebellious...
She took a sip of her almost-empty coke, and now she wanted a milkshake. The thing with Ally was that she could eat a LOT in one sitting. She called over the waiter, and ordered some french fries and a burger, along with a vanilla milkshake. Yay, food!
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WORDS 124 or somethin
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