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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 21, 2010 16:28:35 GMT 10
Angie sat there watching the people dance. She had seated herself to the back of the room with her sketch pad. Sounded odd considering it was a party but figured no one would want to dance with her and it wasn’t the easiest thing for her do anyway.
She was a bit lost in her drawings. Why here and now? People. Angie loved to draw people and she could do it exceptionally well. Every line, every curve, every nuisance of their face shown though her drawings. She was really good at art work in general but people …well…there was just something about it.
The blonde though sat in a table near the back and had the sketch pad on her lap , so, upon walking up on her it would be hard to tell that was what she was doing, exactly. Except she would look up and then down again, often. Part of wondering what she was even doing here.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Dec 22, 2010 6:03:28 GMT 10
Felicity was sick of standing alone by the wall, determined to make friends she weaved her way through the moving crowd, looking for someone who was not flanked by people. Suddenly, she saw her, the blonde sitting in the back of the room, completely alone, looking down, then up, then down again, as if observing the people.
The darker haired girl marched over to the girls table, trying not to be too creepy, her walk perfect and graceful, just as she'd always been taught. As she approached, it became obvious that the girl was writing or-drawing, actually. Her hand was moving gently in graceful strokes along a once-blank piece of paper.
"What are you drawing?" Felicity asked, sitting down across from her, resting her elbow on the table, chin in hand. Every word as enunciated, she smiled, subtly practicing her perfected acting skills. She eyed the girl, a Cheshire smile playing at her pretty face.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Dec 23, 2010 8:31:29 GMT 10
She looked up when the other girl spoke. ”Them..” Nodding toward that dance floor. She took another stroke and one more. Then looked back up towards the girl. ”Sorry, was trying to finish. Do you want to see it?” It was done but...”Was just passing the time?”
She didn’t remember the girl being around before but considering everything, that didn’t mean the girl hadn’t been around. ”Hey, I’m Angie.” She smiled at the other girl and offered her hand. You can sit down if you want.”
Angie took a sip of her soda, she had noticed how many girls were wearing short sleeves. But of course the blonde was in a long sleeved black dress with silver accents, shoes and a jacket. She didn’t need everyone seeing her arms.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Jan 2, 2011 6:12:22 GMT 10
"Sure, I'd love to see it." Felicity said with a bright smile, "I have zero artistic talent. So anyone who does is a hero in my eyes." She added, sitting down across from the other girl, a bright smile in her eyes.
"I'm Felicity by the way, and your dress is amazing." She said, she looked down at herself, she was wearing a layered, thigh-length dark green tank dress, lacy black stockings and high-heeled Mary Janes. She was attempting to appear a bit bigger than her normal height of 5'1.
"I like your hair, too." The straight-haired girl said. "How do you get it so curly?" She smiled brightly at the aspect of making a new-female-friend.
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Post by Angelina Morrison on Jan 8, 2011 13:21:05 GMT 10
Angie couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s words. A hero? Well, she wouldn’t say that about herself but it wasn’t as if she much self-esteem, so boosting it was all to the good. ”What is your talent?’ She wondered. Everyone here had one, after all and while in most schools that seemed like and odd question here it was pretty much expected.
”Thank you. I really like yours as well. I love that color.” She said. It was a nice color and Angie wasn’t lying in the slightest. ”And it’s nice to meet you.”
”Thanks. It’s actually natural curls I just style I so they aren’t all wild on me. But to tell you the truth I always wanted straight hair, it just takes way to long to straighten this.” Pulling out a piece of curly blonde hair and then letting it go.
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