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Post by Isabella Chanelle Brookes on Jul 14, 2009 20:27:58 GMT -5
Izzy sat on one of the comfortable couches in the main lounge, her legs crossed up by her in pretzel-style. A magazine was opened on the arm of the couch, and Izzy was flipping through it, reading a few articles every now and then but mostly looking at the photos. She yawned softly, grabbing her iPod out of her messenger bag and popping in ear buds into her ears. Izzy didn't know what song it was playing, because she wasn't really paying attention. Quite a few people were hanging around in the lounge, and the TV that Izzy was sitting in front of had some random show on MTV. Izzy looked up to see someone sitting on a chair near her couch, watching the TV. Izzy closed her magazine and stuffed it into her bag. With a sigh, she walked off, sitting over by one of the windows.
Quite a few glances were sent her way as Izzy sat down in the comfortable lounge chair right in front of the window, a bookcase to her right and a night stand to the left. Izzy opened up her bag, noticing that Untouched by The Veronicas was playing on her iPod. She'd put that song on her iPod ages ago it seemed. Then, Izzy pulled out her Dell laptop, which she'd gotten a month or so back. It was pink on the outside, black on the inside. She exitted out of the webcam, and opened up her word pad. She was there for half an hour now, and she hadn't even noticed it when the sun started going down outside the window. When she managed to look away from the song she was writing, she noticed the moon was rising and some stars were out. Izzy loved night time, so she smiled softly and opened up Solitare on her laptop, hoping that anyone would bother to talk to her.
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Post by Felicity Ann Holden on Jul 14, 2009 22:24:09 GMT -5
I've hit the highway [/font][/color] And I'm not coming home, I'm gonna drive[/font][/color] I'll do it my way[/font][/color] I'll call you on the phone when I arrive[/font][/color] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • || OUTFIT ||[/center] I walked into the lounge after a night of partying. Though, for once, I was sober. I hadn't touched a single drink, then again the drinks didn't look that clean. And they were cheap, which was totally bogus. I noticed my fellow Alpha and bestie Bella sitting over on a chair alone. I moved over and plopped down beside her. "Hey bitch, where've you been?" I said teasingly, "Ugh I just went to the most horrible party. The liquor was cheap, the boys were disgusting, and the music sucked. What have you been doing?" I crossed my arms over my stomach as I crossed my legs, leaning back on the couch. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • This template was created by charoulla of Blank Pages so PLEASE credit in case you want to use the above or else she will haunt you down and KILL you!charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
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Post by James Arthur Neville on Jul 14, 2009 22:54:12 GMT -5
James stretched and got up off his bed. The jet lag hadn't yet worn off, so after his nap he was still running on England time. The 18 year old had arrived at school a little later than usual, it had taken him and his father a while to calm his mother's hysteria about all the plane crashes she seemed to think were connected. Jay had been afraid that she would drag him back home when they'd hugged goodbye in the airport.
But he'd made it safe, and now he was at school and bored after sleeping all the hours that a normal person would have been awake for. He stumbled over to the door, rubbing sleep from his eyes. James walked softly down the hall, making for the lobby to find other sleepless students to converse with. He was still in the jeans and blue long sleeved shirt that he'd arrived in, and his blond hair was mussed from sleep.
Upon entering the lobby, he saw few people, understandable as it was rather late. Two familiar forms by a window caught his eye and he moved toward them. The blonde on the couch was the alpha cheerleader, Felicity. The blonde in the window was not quite as familiar, but he knew her to be an alpha and that her name was Izzy something or other. Although his nose wrinkled in slight distaste at the sight of Felicity, Izzy looked lovely with the moonlight shining on her.
"Hello ladies, what keeps you lovely creatures up so late?"
There was sarcasm inflected on the word 'lovely' as he tilted his head in Felicity's direction.
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Post by Olivia Marie Danforth on Jul 15, 2009 0:23:02 GMT -5
[/b] She said it to the male, as she pushed him out of her way. It was nho rumor that Felicity didn't like him, so naturally Olivia didn't like him either. She sat down on the couch and made herself comfortable. She glared at James. "Why are you up so late, James. Trying to hit on some goths? Or is it Freshmens this time around?" She continued to glare at him. She hoped they would all go away soon. She really liked sleeping on this couch. [/ul] outfit! this.
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Post by Isabella Chanelle Brookes on Jul 15, 2009 10:08:09 GMT -5
A smile crossed her face as she looked to see FiFi sitting next to her. " Hiya, Fi. I've just been around, writing a song, playing some Solitaire. Little did I know I've been here for like two hours. So assholes stole my spot over there-" she pointed to where she'd been earlier where a small group of druggies were crashed on the couches. " -with a stupid MTV show marathon and the smell of crap on their clothes." A look of disgust crossed her face as she looked away from the other couch, looking back to her Solitaire game. That's when she heard another voice. She felt like everyone was coming to her, just the perks of Alpha. Izzy looked up. It was- what was his name?... Oh, right, James. Great timing to come over, James... not. Sure, she would have been glad to see the handsome guy any other time, if she wasn't with Felicity. Everyone knew how much they didn't like each other. Especially other Alphas. " Hi there.. umm.. James. Just chilling in the moonlight. Are you still on England time? You look well rested.. And.. wrinkled." The wrinkled comment was about his clothes. Sure, he could wear it well, but it was un-Alpha to be all wrinkled. That's when she heard yet another voice. Livia. Sure, she liked the girl, but she had an attitude like Felicity's, only worse because it was constant pretty much. " Hey, Livia." she watched as Olivia pushed James out of the way, staying silent. Izzy was pretty sure that she was the only one of the three girls here that didn't despise the poor guy. He was pretty cute, after all. When Livia spoke, she looked at her then at James, then decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut and she turned to her laptop. Of course, the game was over. So, she opened up her song, humming quietly the tune she'd matched to it. It sounded a lot like Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry, only with a slightly slower turn.[/blockquote][/blockquote] ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `
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Post by James Arthur Neville on Jul 15, 2009 10:38:55 GMT -5
He was about to sit down by the girls on the couch, but a small, annoying girl pushed him back and stole the spot. James made a face at her back before claiming a space in the chair facing the couch that held the girls. He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to wipe the sleepyness away.
"Haha Olivia, always the charmer aren't you."
James wasn't exactly in the mood to be shoved around by girls, but they were the only company available except the group of druggies lying around on the couches in front of the tv. So he sat in the chair with his fellow alphas, turning to Izzy when she actually spoke nicely to him.
"Mhm, yeah. But I feel much more wrinkled than rested. "
He pulled at his shirt, beyond caring about the wrinkles that had formed as he slept. James smiled at Izzy before looking expectantly at Felicity. He couldn't believe she'd waited this long to say anything.
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Post by Isabella Chanelle Brookes on Jul 15, 2009 21:03:44 GMT -5
Izzy almost laughed when James made his comment about Livia being a charmer. Sure, it was sarcastic, but it still made her want to roll around on the floor laughing with how wrong it sounded. Instead, she covered the small smirk with a short cough and a close of her laptop. She looked around, her eyes landing on James. She didn't get what got on FiFi's nerves, he was lovely. " Feeling wrinkled is never fun." she explained, nodding and smiling. She took a deep breath and shoved her laptop in her bag and placing her bag onto the floor. Izzy soon followed her bag as she moved from the couch to the floor, using the couch as a back rest and stretching her legs out, crossing them at the ankles. " So, James, how's it going?" Izzy asked, smiling happily. Izzy couldn't keep her eyes off of James for some reason, so she kept her eyes locked with his.[/blockquote][/blockquote] ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `
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Post by James Arthur Neville on Jul 15, 2009 22:04:09 GMT -5
James caught the hidden grin and stifled laugh of Izzy. As her eyes came to rest on him, he gave her a wink and a smile. He'd never really gotten to know her in the past, obviously a mistake as she seemed to be the only one who was able to tolerate him this late at night. He really couldn't blame the others for being so moody. It was quite late, and if it wasn't for the stupid time difference, there was no doubt that James would be enjoying his roommate-free days by sleeping as much as possible without snoring interruptions.
Izzy made another comment about how wrinkled he was. James grimaced and made an overblown attempt to free his shirt from the little buggers.
"No, not so much. I'd much rather be..."
He shook his head and made a face, as if he was searching for something he would rather be. Shoulders shrugged.
"...Not wrinkled."
She was still watching him. James raised an eyebrow. James certainly didn't mind the attention, and she was rather pretty. As she engaged him in conversation yet again, James leaned foreward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and answering in a somewhat mock serious and slightly sarcastic tone, hey it was late and he was tired. Not trying to be mean, just being himself. He was really enjoying himself as long as the other two were quiet and not insulting him.
"Its going good Izzy. I'm tired and apparently so wrinkly no one can get over it, but otherwise, life is complete euphoria."
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Post by Isabella Chanelle Brookes on Jul 15, 2009 22:24:52 GMT -5
She nodded simply when he said he'd rather be 'Not Wrinkled.' Izzy giggled when he replied to her sarcastically. "Well, I'm a perfectionist when it comes to clothes, I'm sorry! Here-" Izzy took off her tiara and her vest, showing her shirt a bit wrinkled and leaving her hair a little messy in the process. "There we go, we're even." Izzy giggled softly, her nose wrinkling as she fixed her hair. That was one thing she wouldn't go around with, messy hair.
"Yes, because you've been up for nineteen hours straight with positively nothing to do." Izzy shot back sarcastically, referring to herself being up for that long. She didn't know why she'd bothered to not get some sleep. After all, her roommates would have let her.. maybe. Izzy pulled her hair over her shoulders, yawning softly. "And I'm sure that you have a killer headache." Izzy could go on like that forever, sarcasm was her second language. But Izzy decided to stop there. "So. Other than the snippy sides of everyone because of tiredness, what's been up?"
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Post by James Arthur Neville on Jul 15, 2009 22:55:09 GMT -5
He laughed as she attempted to make his wrinkledness not as big a deal, although she was the only one fussing over it. An ironic smile crossed his face as he saw her grimace and fixing of the hair. She couldn't be wrinkled if she tried.
Fighting sarcasm with sarcasm. Finally, someone who could keep up with him without being insulted. James kept his serious face and nodded along as Izzy matched his sarcasm.
"I actually do have a bit of a headache. Its been more like..."
He glanced down at his watch. It had two times running in digital, the Melody Lake time, and the time back home. Officially he'd been awake for more than 24 hours.
"Way too long."
As she turned the conversation once more, he decided to drop the sarcasm and irony in favor of more normal conversation techniques that wouldn't continually piss of Fifi and Olivia. James waited for the input of the others. Since he'd just arrived, he really had no idea what was going on at Melody Lake, and since the girls knew everything, it was probably the best way he could catch up with things.
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Post by Olivia Marie Danforth on Jul 16, 2009 13:05:46 GMT -5
[/b] She didn't want to be mean to cute guys. Especially not this one. But it was just what she had to do. No questions asked. She smiled again before speaking. "Because, honestly. Sitting around here listening to you go on about whatever it is you British people go on about, is just not really enjoyable. Yes, we know you have bad teeth. Yes, we know you can eat Spagehtti all the time. Yes, we got it that your Queen is the oldest thing to walk the planet. But we have better things to do, like sleep for instance." She was really tired. [/ul] outfit! this.
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Post by Felicity Ann Holden on Jul 16, 2009 13:45:43 GMT -5
I've hit the highway [/font][/color] And I'm not coming home, I'm gonna drive[/font][/color] I'll do it my way[/font][/color] I'll call you on the phone when I arrive[/font][/color] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/center] I listened to Izzy and James, then Livvy's smartass comment. I knew she was tired, and I liked when she was a bitch. Just not to me of course. "Okay, I have had no alchohol in twenty-four hours, and Livvy why don't you go sleep in your own bed? And James, you know you like me. Remember that time in the janitor's closet?" I smirked, remembering that. I had to admit, as much as we disliked each other, we did have our little flings.
I stood up. "We need alchohol. Now." I left my bag and walked off into the kitchen, and used my school key to open up the staff's fridge, and sure enough there was a bottle of watermelon-flavoured, expensive vodka. I grabbed it, and a glass, and walked out. "If you want any, you'll have to go get your own damn glass," I said, pouring myself a glass and taking a sip of it. I smiled, "And Izzy, you said those assholes stole your spot? You're an alpha, babe. You say the word and they'll move." I took another sip of my vodka, liking the taste of it.
"So James, I was hoping you wouldn't be back this year," I snarled, "Sadly, I guess I can't always get what I want." I took another sip of my drink, then set the glass down and pulled out my phone, sending a quick text to someone. "Also, watch your sarcasm with me. One word and you could be hanging out with the loners." I looked up and smiled nastily, then put my phone back in my bag. "Livvy, have a drink. It'll wake you up." • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • This template was created by charoulla of Blank Pages so PLEASE credit in case you want to use the above or else she will haunt you down and KILL you!charoulla ©2009, , All Rights Reserved
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Post by Isabella Chanelle Brookes on Jul 16, 2009 14:00:25 GMT -5
Sure, Izzy had never been majorly into alcohol, vodka especially, but she needed something to wake her up. And to help her ignore the fact that FiFi had mentioned a fling with the cute guy that Izzy thought that she may like. "Screw the god damn glass, FiFi." Izzy remarked, laughing. She grabbed the bottle after Felicity had put it down, taking a small drink of it and placing back where Felicity had originally. "Besides, I know that I could make them move, I've been an alpha for two years now dear. I know my perks. But being around a bunch of kids while they're high? Not my scene."
Izzy could taste the hint of watermelon on the drink. She sighed happily, that being one of her favorite flavors. Luckily, it was one of the expensive drinks so she didn't have to deal with the extra gross flavor. She noticed that one of the druggies was staring at her, and the vodka. "Fuck off, Druggie. Get your own drinks. This-" she pointed to the vodka. "- is way out of your league. As are we." Izzy laughed as the druggie slid back down into a laying position on the couch. "Ah, sweet power along with the best vodka known to earth. Are we in heaven? Nope, just Alphas!" she said with a giggle as she picked up the vodka and took another drink, this time a bit bigger, then putting it back down. She readjusted herself so her legs were crossed pretzel-style and she was leaning on the back of the couch at an angle.
"This is the life, I tell you." Izzy laughed softly, still looking at James a bit.
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Post by Olivia Marie Danforth on Jul 16, 2009 16:18:25 GMT -5
[/i] did you know where to get that? [/b] She pointed at the bottle of vodka her friend was holding. She laughed and shook her head. "Oh, who cares." She smiled and watched as Izzy took a swig of the drink. When her friend put the drink down, she gladly took a sip herself. She had never had watermellon flavored vodka before, and it was good. She listened as Izzy spoke. She kind of just smiled and nodded along through it all, and was happy whenever the bottle made its way into her hands. Felicity was right, she was awake now. When Izzy finished, Livia laughed. "Yes, well we deserve the best." She was starting to get a little bit drunk, one more sip and she'd be over the edge. She grabbed four glasses and poured the alchohal into them. She handed them out to her friends, and James. She raised her glass to propose a toast. "To us. Because we're fucking fabulous." She laughed before drowning her glass. One of her flaws was that she was in love with drinking. [/ul] outfit! this.
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Post by James Arthur Neville on Jul 16, 2009 22:53:20 GMT -5
James couldn't really blame her for going crazy on him. It was completely understandable, no one was at their best at night, and she'd had about as much sleep as him probably, meaning none. But you don't insult the Queen and confuse Britain with Italy. It just isn't done. By anyone except Olivia apparently. James contained the snarl that was fighting to get out in response to her words. His hands tightened on the arms of his chair but he made no other motion to indicate that he cared about her statement.
When Fifi began to speak, he nodded encouragingly. She was telling Livia to get to bed. But then, she had to go start bringing up the past. Though he did remember the particular time and janitor's closet, not bad. He smirked a bit, intentionally not looking at Izzy. For some reason, he didn't really feel like divulging his encounters with Fifi to her.
But then, Fifi turned on him. Then went to find alchohol. Hmm, interesting, usually it was the other way around, where she found alchohol and then turned on him once drunk. Or started making out with him, it was really a toss up.
"Oh you'd miss me if I didn't come back Felicity. And yes ma'am, I'll try to watch my speech patterns with you"
James wasn't really being sarcastic. Well, maybe just a tiny bit. As the glasses were passed around, he set his down on the table. He wanted to sleep, but he didn't want a terrible headache when he woke up. He saw Izzy looking at him still, and he sent another smile in her direction. The more he looked, the more he liked her. Plus, she was still the only one who wasn't constantly taking out her PMSing bitter anger on him.
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