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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 3, 2010 18:11:28 GMT 10
Adelaide took off her tie as soon as she entered the dorm room and dropped her bag onto the floor by her chest of drawers. She kicked off her shoes in the usual way (trying to get them to slide under her bed from across the room) and untied her hair, letting the gaudily dyed red strands fall to her shoulders. It didn’t take long for her to collapse onto her bed.
It had been a stupidly long day; the only interesting part of which was meeting Emilius, a new boy, in the library, and going to have lunch with him in the cafeteria. Along the way they had met up with Angie and planned a party that they were to have in a few weeks time. For the time being, Adelaide was just glad to have met a new friend, and was happy that her bond with Angie had grown stronger.
Which brought her to the dorm room at ten to five; a time when she’d usually get an afternoon snack in the cafeteria before going down to the pool for a brief pre-dinner swim. During lunch with Angie and Emilius, her blonde friend had asked about a certain matter concerning her physical therapy. Angie, Adelaide found out, had only a few months earlier been in a car accident, leaving her with scars all over her body. It was obvious from living with the girl that she had low self-esteem about her body. Over lunch, while the two girls were alone, Angie had asked if Adelaide could swim with her in the pool, as her physical therapy. Adelaide was all ready to accept without a second thought, but their new friend, Emilius, had returned and continued with his conversation. All of this, of course, led to Adelaide and Angie agreeing to meet in their dorm room at five to continue their conversation in private.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 4, 2010 2:03:22 GMT 10
The day had been long for Angie, like most by the time five in the evening rolled around she was tired and ready to just call it a day. Though, it hadn’t been a particularly bad day, actually she had bonded a bit more with Adelaide and the girl had agreed to speak to her in the dorm room regarding the swimming, which seemed like a good sign. It hadn’t been an easy thing to ask, as the idea of anyone seeing her in a bathing suit just made Angie cringe and feel very self-conscious but Adelaide was a friend and she was the only person Angie felt even somewhat comfortable in asking.
Emilius seemed rather nice and she was glad that the boy had agreed to help with the party. Which she hoped was a success; it would suck to throw a bad party. She opened to the door to the room to find Adelaide already there. ”Hey.” she said as she went over and sat on the bed.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 4, 2010 11:40:30 GMT 10
Adelaide lay, sprawled on her bed, her eyes half closed in the orangey afternoon run that came cascading through the window and bouncing off everything in sight. She began to dismantle her uniform, but couldn’t be bothered getting up. There seemed to be an awful ache in her shoulder, but it was small enough to ignore. As soon as Adelaide heard her friend enter the room, she jolted up into a sitting position. She watched Angie walk across the room and come to sit on the edge of her bed.
“Hey.” She said.
“Hey, you wanted to talk about something?” Adelaide asked, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt and putting her hand through the neck hole to rub her shoulder ache. “Something about swimming?”
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 4, 2010 12:56:38 GMT 10
Angie noticed that Adelaide was rubbing her shoulder. ”I have some pain killers if you want some. You know some normal stuff…I think it’s Advil or something like that.” She meant as opposed to the prescription stuff she had on her. She couldn’t even really take the over the counter stuff so why she had some was beyond her.
As to the other girl’s next question. “Yeah. My physical therapist said it might be good if I start swimming, once a week.” She had physical therapy twice a week but that was off campus. ”I can’t go alone as my muscles might cramp up. I found out that if I go Monday nights at around 7 or 8 pm there isn’t anyone there but we’d be allowed to go then. I would rather go when there wouldn’t be anyone else there.” There was a good reason for that, mostly how she felt about her body. ”I was just wondering if you’d be willing to go with me.”
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 5, 2010 0:35:42 GMT 10
When Angie offered Adelaide some pills for her pain, she grimaced, and shook her head.
“Thanks but no.” The redhead said, pulling her hand back and resting it in her lap. “They make me sleepy, and I’ve got things to do, people to meet, you know.” She winked, changing her frown to a smile.
Angie informed Adelaide of her physical therapy situation before asking her for her company while swimming on Monday nights. She seemed a little awkward about going swimming in front of other people, which surprised the redhead, as just that day they had been organizing a party set on the beach. Not that it mattered, though, as Adelaide had already seen Angie’s arms, and assumed her legs were similarly scarred. It didn’t matter though, as she was a friend in need, and Adelaide was ready to help.
“Sure, of course.” The Louisianan replied, unbuttoning her shirt until it hung open, revealing a white tank top. It had suddenly grown cold enough to start wearing it under her uniform, though she had no doubt the weather would brighten up for the party. “So how about seven thirty? Not too early, not too late? It gives us plenty of time for a good swim.”
Adelaide thought for a moment, before looking at Angie. “Thanks for asking me, by the way. I always just assumed you bonded more with the other girls than with me.” She said, sincerely.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 5, 2010 11:54:00 GMT 10
Well, the offer was there if the other girl wanted the pills fine, if not it was all right as well. Angie had of course offered but why Advil would make the other girl sleepy she didn’t understand, not having heard of that reaction to ibuprofen before but of course there could be multiple reactions to the same medication.
They were having a beach party but Angie had no plans in wearing a bathing suit there. She actually didn’t really think about it until it was too late, the issue with her being on the beach. It was her arms, legs and back all scared, there was no way she would let most of the school see that.
”Thanks and seven -thirty sounds fine.” She said back.
Upon what Adelaide said Angie looked at the girl for a moment. ”Actually, to be honest, I’ve not really bonded with anyone this year. I’ve been pretty much keeping to myself, so, it’s not you.” It was the truth and the last thing she wanted was for Adelaide to think that she liked the other girls better or were closer to them, truth was Angie wasn’t getting particularly close to anyone this year.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 6, 2010 13:59:15 GMT 10
OOC: Sorry for any spelling mistakes. The computer I'm on doesn't have spell check.
IC: Adelaide smiled and nodded when Angie agreed on seven thirty. She was glad that she could help, and with a request as simple as this was even easier, as Adelaide swam a lot as it was. It wasn't a competative type of thing, and she couldn't swim very fast, but she was fairly strong. Adelaide was more than happy to escort Angie down to the pool.
Angie disclosed that she hadn't really become close friends with anyone during the year, and that she was keeping to herself. Adelaide thought for a bit, then nodded. She understood why Angie might want to keep to herself for a while, but that didn't answer the question that was in her mind.
"But you've been at the school for a couple of years now, haven't you? Or am I thinking of someone else?" The redhead shrugged. "If you have, wouldn't you already have some friends at the school? What happened to them?"
Adelaide sat forward, her legs crossed with her elbows resting on her knees and her chin resting in her left hand. She was honestly curious, and couldn't help herself but ask.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 6, 2010 15:36:32 GMT 10
Angie supposed the question was bound to come up, after all it made no sense that she had no friends but had been there last year. After all, it wasn’t like she was bullied or marked as an outcast or anything like that.
”This is my second year here.” To let Adelaide know that she had the correct person. ”I did have friends, well, sort of last year. But when the accident happened they choose to ignore me. I guess I always knew, though, if something really bad was to happen they would drop me as a friend, it’s kind of the way they are.” She paused. ”My best friend choose to leave here and go back to attend school in the states. I haven’t heard much from her since I came back here; I think she’s too busy with her new life to bother, really.” It was just the truth and there wasn’t an ounce of “poor me” in her voice.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 8, 2010 1:03:14 GMT 10
Adelaide nodded as Angie spoke, and thought she felt sad for the girl, she continued to listen without interrupting. Angie herself seemed to acknowledge that the girls she associated with weren’t the most decent of all the people in the world, but Adelaide felt extra bad for her, losing her best friend just because she decided that it wasn’t worth taking the time to call once in a while.
Just as she was about to reply to Angie’s comments, a thought popped into her head. Adelaide cringed at the realisation that she’d done the exact same thing to her friends back home; although not on purpose, the redhead had been at the school for half a year now and had not yet called home once. She thought of her little gang of boys back home and thought of how they’d be coping without her. It would probably be hard, seeing as how she looked after all of them like a mother, especially Diego. Adelaide sighed when she thought of Diego, and made a mental note to phone him A.S.A.P.
In the meantime, the redhead looked at Angie and forced a small smile. “I suppose they’re not worth the time anyway. Plus,” Adelaide stretched her hands in the air. “Never too late to make new friends.”
It was true. Just because Adelaide had a bunch of boys back home, didn’t stop her from making new friends at the school. She believed whole-heartedly that people were mostly friendly, and there was much to gain from relationships.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 10, 2010 4:37:48 GMT 10
It seemed to take a moment before Adelaide responded but Angie wasn’t sure if that was real as much as her own mind's idea of what was going on.
”Yeah, I suppose.” She paused. ’I’m sorry I’ve not been the friendliest person in the world.” By that the girl meant all the times she spent alone and the fact that she wasn’t really going out of her way to become friends with most. ”It’s just been really rough for me this year.” So, rough that she thought about dropping out more than once but those thoughts were kept to herself as she knew what would happen if she did that.
Her grades weren’t bad, after all, all that time spent alone had to be spent doing something and she was in enough art classes to make the work not seem so much like work.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 13, 2010 22:00:18 GMT 10
When Angie apologized for not being as friendly as she could have been, Adelaide shook her head with a smile.
“Oh don’t worry about it. I don’t hold it against you or anything, I was just wondering about how you were fitting back into the school after the accident.” The redhead didn’t pause or falter when she said ‘accident’; it was common knowledge to her that Angie had been through an unimaginable hardship over the holiday. “Plus, you know that I’m always going to be a friend, regardless of what happens.”
Adelaide offered the blonde a sunny smile to show that she wasn’t being sarcastic or mocking. It was important for Angie to know that the redhead could be counted on when one was in a tight spot. She proved as a good distraction, and as a good friend.
“All you have to do is ask.” She finished.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 15, 2010 13:10:36 GMT 10
Angie nodded to what she said well despite herself she had apparently made at least one friend this year. ”Well thanks for that.” She gave a faint glimmer of a smile back. If Adelaide knew the whole story Angie wondered what the other girl would think. She paused for a moment.
The thought crossed her mind and suddenly out of her lips came. ”Umm… are you curious about the accident?” It was Angie’s way of letting the other girl know it was okay to ask. Something she had given to anyone else. But Angie figured maybe it would be better if the other girl knew more.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 17, 2010 16:34:00 GMT 10
Angie didn’t' seem that thrilled at Adelaide's expression of friendship, but the slight smile she showed made the redhead think otherwise. Perhaps she was just hesitant because of the friends that she once had who abandoned her after her accident.
When Angie offered to let Adelaide know what happened, she was mildly surprised. She didn't know much or it, except for some brief details that Angie had given when they first met, so the redhead was definitely curious.
She raised her eyebrows slightly at Angie's offer and replied, "Yeah, if you're okay to talk about it."
Adelaide knew from her evening with Arkasel that painful memories can bring up very harsh emotions, but she wasn't worried that Angie would flip out, or break something like Ark did. Instead she just worried that she might get a little emotional, unless of course she had completely withdrawn herself from the event and thought about it like it was someone else. Either way, Adelaide progressed with caution.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 18, 2010 15:35:44 GMT 10
It was slight hesitation and the fact that Angie was simply tired, though she was tired most of the time, that left her lacking in the enthusiasm. However, she was glad that the other girl wanted to be her friend. Something she hoped would be better displayed by the willingness to discuss the crash.
Angie took a break and just started talking trying, this time, to not let her emotions get the better of her. She didn’t need another panic attack. ”My brother was driving, it was at night. We were run into by a tractor-trailer. We later found out the truck driver had been drunk when he hit us.” She paused and wiped her eye…to hold back a tear. ’My brother was killed instantly as the truck hit the driver’s side. My seatbelt dislodged and I was thrown though the windshield. They weren’t even sure at first that I would live. I spent about a month in a coma and then the entire summer, practically, in the hospital.” Angie did feel like crying but was trying hard to hold back the tears.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 19, 2010 22:18:14 GMT 10
Adelaide listened, silently, as Angie spoke about something that was obviously very hard for her to speak about. She was glad that her friend was comfortable enough to speak about it, of course, but felt a little upset with herself when she noticed that the blonde was trying hard not to cry.
At that point, the redhead was fairly lost for words. It was hard for her to relate to Angie’s story, and just the fact that she had put herself in the situation made her feel like it could have been easily avoidable. The only thing that Adelaide could depend on at that point was that maybe sharing the story would help Angie to open up to her and realise that she was a friend.
The Louisianan sat for a moment, mulling over what she had just heard, and finally opened her mouth. “What was his name? Your brother, I mean. What was he like?”
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 21, 2010 16:10:07 GMT 10
Angie had to wonder if this every got easier. If the emotional pain would ever not feel so raw inside of her. The other girl asked about her brother and Angie paused for a moment before responding.
”Michael was great. My family isn’t what you would call close but he made sure he stayed close to me. He was always there when I needed him.” She tried to put him more into words. ”Hang on…” Going into a drawer that was hers she pulled out a picture in a frame and handed it to Adelaide.
In the picture was a young man, early twenties. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Slight Athletic build. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, sitting down looking casual. One look and it was easy to tell the resemblance in the siblings.
”That’s him. This was the last picture I have of him. He was 20 when he passed away.” Too young and with too much going for him to have this happen. But don’t they say only the good die young…certainly seemed to be the case.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Dec 25, 2010 19:56:36 GMT 10
Adelaide nodded as Angie spoke about her brother. She wanted her to focus more on his life than the accident. It seemed more obvious how fresh her wounds were, and how close to her heart her brother was. Angie soon got to her feet and pulled a framed picture from her drawer. Adelaide took it with great interest and gazed upon the handsome young man that was once such a great part of her friend’s life. The blonde girl commented that he was only twenty-years-old when he died.
Adelaide smiled at the photo, then up at her friend. “I can see the resemblance. He’s quite handsome; I bet he was quite the heartbreaker.” Angie looked extremely upset. It seemed she wasn’t used to talking about her brother in the past tense. To make it easier on her, the redhead began to fire off questions, hoping to get the blonde to open up. “He looks sporty. Did he play football?”
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 26, 2010 13:43:13 GMT 10
Angie gave a nod; she had heard her brother called handsome before. And been told that they looked alike. Angie didn’t consider herself pretty so that threw her off…even before the accident. Though, since then it had gotten worse.
She was upset, maybe talking about him should help, she wasn’t sure by this point but it did help when Adelaide started asking questions. ”Yes, and baseball, tennis and he swam. We used to play sports together sometimes.” Wouldn’t know it now but Angie used to be good at sports.
She glanced back down at the picture. ”The first time I wanted to play tackle football with him I think I was seven. First time he actually told me no on something …flat out. He was worried I’d get hurt. Though, I finally got to play it a few years later and I still think he let me tackle him.”
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Jan 19, 2011 1:30:15 GMT 10
Adelaide smiled as Angie spoke of her brother and his sports. She was mildly surprised by Angie being into sports, seeing as it was only a few minutes earlier when she had asked for an escort to the pool for her physical therapy. In all honesty, Adelaide was looking forward to swimming with her friend. She wanted to know more about the other girl, and talking about her brother was the first step.
It seemed like Angie was a little happier with the situation when she began to tell the redhead the story of when her brother told her she couldn’t play tackle football for fear of her getting hurt. Adelaide was happier too. She loved hearing such tales of other people’s lives.
“He sounds like a great guy.” Adelaide smiled, and looked down at her crossed legs to think for a moment. “What about you? Seems like I know a little bit about your brother, but not much about you. What do you like? Other than art, I guess.”
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Jan 26, 2011 13:02:03 GMT 10
Angie just couldn’t be as into sports as she once was, she still had a lot of problems physically from the accident and it was safer for her to go swimming with someone, in case a muscle cramped or something else happened. She also liked the idea of going with someone she knew, it sounded better than going alone.
”He was.” Angie said. To the next question she wasn’t sure what to say. ”I like music, pretty much all kinds. Reading. Like I said I used to do sports. Mostly gymnastics, skiing and figure skating but I can’t do those any longer.” She paused. “Oh and horse back riding, one of my favorite things to do. When I’m in New York, I would spend hours riding at my families estates.” She looked at the other girl. “How about you what do you like to do? Other than your music.”
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