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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 6, 2011 19:25:26 GMT -5
It was 4 days of being locked in her father's house. 3 days of hiding away in her room at Hawthorne. 2 nights when she cried inconsolably about everything from her mothers death to her father's hatred of everything that she was and 1 night.. Tonight, when she has decided to venture out onto the grounds. Zilya's things had arrived from Moscow, thanks to her uncle. Her father had burned everything and threw out all her makeup and whatever else he could get his hands on. The black eye and the cut lip were healing and her make-up covered it up quite well. It made her look more feminine too which was what Zilya needed after almost a week of being told constantly how ugly she was. She was a model, or she used to be but she needed it. She was self-conscious and unsure of herself. She hated what she was more than most people did and that was why her career even got started. Her mother wanted her to feel better about herself and it had worked but now the woman was gone and this was what was left for Zilya. She was tall and very thin but with slight feminine curves to her. She didn't mind not being perfect, no one was perfect but it was what she was working toward. Her dress was short and the air was cold but Zilya didn't mind it one bit. In fact, the cold felt a bit like home. Staying inside in the warmth with her mother, just laughing and talking about anything and everything.. She missed that. Moving down the path, Zilya sat as the edge of the cold had stone that framed the fountain. She watched it from there. It was quiet and the water was still. They would have turned it off late that evening and consider it was almost about 10 now, she wasn't surprised. Shoulder hunched, Zilya kept her hands on either side of her. Her legs were long and crossed at her ankles and neatly placed to the side. She stayed still but looked almost as though it were a pose delicately formed for a photo shoot. It came from many years of being conscious of how others perceived her, Zilya was now always aware of how she looked. OUTFIT: black set |
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Post by carson on Mar 18, 2011 6:53:16 GMT -5
Show me what it's liketo be the last one standing Carson was still feeling a little iffy on the whole being in this school with Ian, Alliya and Danni. Of all places to send him, his parents decided the one place, his true love, his true loves sister and his true loves new boyfriend were. So he had tried to avoid all of them and other people as much as he possibly can, until he felt the walls of his room slowly shrink and made him feel like he was going to die before he ever left. So he burst through the dorm room and rubbed his head and just started to walk. He was in sweatpants and a baggy paint covered shirt, and he was so annoyed of being in his room, he just couldn't go back to change.
Sighing he noticed he was walking like fire was about to consume him and all his belongings, so he slowed his pace, not to looks suspicious since he wasn't. So if someone started something or did something while he was walking away, it wouldn't look very well for him and he couldn't handle isolation. Hell he couldn't live being in his room for a week and he got out to eat and stuff so no getting out of a little room would make him go crazy. Plus no way to try and win back Ian if he was in Isolation for a little bit, and he needed all the time he could get.
He wasn't even sure if he turned left, or turned right, he didn't know if he'd be heading towards school or towards the gardens and things. But then he saw the looming school building and sighed, he turned right and now he was coming up to the beutiful stone fountain he dreamed to place his hand in and dance in it. Of course he would love to do something like that, he wouldn't get in trouble. He never did, so it would of been a very nice change to give into his temptation, but he knew what it would look like if some guy in sweatpants and a t-shirt, who usually was wearing band tees and jeans with eyeliner. So he ran his hand through his messy hair and sighed. He wished he would of stayed in the room for a minute longer instead of bailing right when he decided to leave the confinds of his moving room.
Then when he turned, looking for a place to sit and found one next to a pretty blonde and sat. He wasn't sure if he should be respectful, cause it wasn't him or he well he tried everyonce in awhile to be nice to one person. He had yet to really be nice to anyone at this school, heck he had yet to actually meet someone in this crappy school. So he sighed, leaned his head in his hand as he contemplated his own since of self and the right thing to do. He sat up, deciding that he should at least try and make one friend, and turned towards her. "Hey," he said like he did this everyday, walking and talking. Though it wasn't him at all, he usually didn't do small talk, it was always too much work.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 18, 2011 22:18:01 GMT -5
Zilya sat quietly just watching the fountain. it was quite nice but then she was sure that there were other places in this school that looked good. She supposed it was because their aim to to keep a calm atmosphere to help put the students at ease and perfect avoid conflict.
She wasn't sure that would ever work but it looked nice anyway and she had already made a note to check out the garden next. She had heard about it but hadn't managed to go see it yet, especially considering this was her first night out and the only other time she left her room for a period of time was to go to the fitness center. She didn't need to get fat when she could just do some light exercises instead of finding something to eat. It always seemed to get her mind off her stomach and that was definitely helpful when she was already stressed out and stress just made her hungrier. It was a bit of a vicious cycle but she was dealing with it fairly well.
Seeing a boy sit down near her, Zilya didn't say a word. She didn't know if she should be talking to random strangers in a place like this. Especially not after being warned that apparently there were 'psychopaths' here or something. Not that this boy looked like a threat or anything. He was just sitting there after all but then he said hello.
"Zdravstvuĭte!" she said greeting him in her language with a smile. She looked pretty happy just sitting there but then when your motto was to 'fake it till you make it', faking happy was a necessity. "My name is Zilya.. and you are?" she said, her English was better than some from her country but her accented was still thick and her voice while still sounding feminine was a little deeper.
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Post by carson on Mar 19, 2011 9:35:06 GMT -5
Show me what it's liketo be the last one standing Carson was in a decently good mood, and didn't feel like being a jerk. Usually he did it to keep people at arms length, and well he was pretty good at that. Though he did it to not get close to people, yet he was afraid to end up alone. So maybe it was about time to be nice to a select few people. None of which he attended to be Ian. Yeah he wanted him back, but he wasn't so sure he was ready to allow hurt into his life once again.
So he'd let unknown people into his little light of happiness, yeah you would never think Carson could be sweet and happy. But he planned to prove otherwise, cause usually he could be so darn amazingly amazing. So sitting next to this girl, he smiled at her and his brows rose when she said something in another language. He gave a slight tilt of his head and smiled. "That's a nice name," he said, not sure if he actually meant it.
"I'm Carson," he said, before looking at the fountain. "I have the urge to just jump into that," he admitted with a smirk, "Yet I'm not sure if that would be a smart idea." Not that he ever did the smart thing, he just wanted to make chit chat. He hated small talk and he hated little awkward silences. So it was hard for him to sit here silently or think up something to say to her.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 19, 2011 19:25:56 GMT -5
The boy seemed nice enough. He was smiling and that was always a good sign, or perhaps Zilya was too trusting of the simple gesture. He could be pretending, that smile could be as fake as the ones she was used to seeing on some of the other models when they spoke to the 'friends'. She wouldn't know until she got to know this person a bit better but Zilya would trust it for now. There was no point in being suspicious of others when such suspicions would only bring more attention to yourself. Zilya didn't need that. She was better off going unnoticed around these parts.
"Thank you," she said with a smile. He had given her a compliment and that was yet another good sign. It was easy enough to put Zilya at ease and despite the warnings from some of the other students here, Zilya had met a few nice people and she hoped that the trend would continue for most of her stay here.
"It's nice to meet you Carson," she said with a smile and then laughed a little at what he said next before glancing back at the fountain. He wanted to jump into that? But why? He would get his clothes all wet and his shoes would be soaked and oh that would be horrible.
"Probably not," she told him. "The water, I don't think is very clean," she told him. It wasn't as though they changed it out too often and who knows what sort of dirt and bacteria might be living in it. No, Zilya definitely would not consider touching that water, even if it looked clear.
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