Adelaide Peyroux
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Jan 1, 2011 23:55:19 GMT 10
Adelaide Peyroux was exhausted. So exhausted that Math class seemed like climbing a mountain, so instead of heading to her classroom for third period, she flew down the staircases, step by step, and ended up in the basement. It was fair to say that Adelaide should have been in class, but her laziness overtook her and she couldn’t help but step into the spare classroom and curl up in the corner, wrapping a small rug around her to stop the cold from coming in.
The reason for her exhaustion could have boiled down to two things: from staying up most of the night with Arkasel drinking lab-made alcohol, or from staying up the rest of the night reading Exquisite Corpse. Either way, the redhead hadn’t slept and was much too happy to have found the little rug in the cupboard of the spare classroom. Everything in the room had a fine layer of dust over it, and made Adelaide a little sneezy, but she was so tired that she fell straight to sleep, snoring gently with her head against the wall.
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Post by Aleksei Dyachenko on Jan 14, 2011 15:22:09 GMT 10
Dear Adelaide, Her feet, even in socks, slid perfectly into her Louboutin heels. She wiggled her toes slightly before rising off her bed. She slithered carefully into the cranberry colored blazer and snatched the backpack of the edge of the desk. She opened the satchel and peered in, hunting for something. " Camera.... Where is Gunnar.." She muttered, hunting. Casting a quick glance about, she frowned. Her Canon Rebel XS was her current baby. It was that camera that she wanted to take, and that camera that she was having some trouble finding. She took a moment to dig through her suitcase of cameras and sketch pads to no avail. Silently grumbling swear words, she paused to backtrack where she had been that day. She had classes, had taken photos out by the cafeteria and in some of the discontinued rooms. Another stream of swear words, this time in Russian and she was out her door, her heels skimming the floor. The quick tap, tap, tap of her shoes echoed in vast halls of the grand schools. She checked all her classrooms: nothing. Frowning, she hiked over to the cafeteria which again, turned up nothing. She sighed. Down to the discontinued rooms she went then. She didn't particularly enjoy going to those class rooms, disturbing that many dust bunnies didn't particularly enthuse her, but she needed to find Gunnar (yes, she did name her camera Gunnar). She headed in the direction of the hall, nodding hello's to students and sweeping around corners. She pushed open the door to the classroom, and there was her camera, sitting on a carefully stacked pile of chairs. She scrambled in to go grab it when she heard something. Breathing? Aleksei carefully turned around. " Hello?" She asked in her heavily accented English. Love, Aleksei. [/size] today i'm feeling blueand I said 294 words to you my muse was rather greatand now Adelaide is au fait
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Adelaide Peyroux
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CAPA // Year 10 // Moderator
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Jan 19, 2011 0:56:28 GMT 10
Adelaide was having a grand old time, dreaming about electric green, royal purple and bright gold, of the taste of chartreuse, of home. She rubbed her head against the cold brick wall, waking gently at the sound of the clip clop of a pair of heels. When a strange voice sounded, the redhead woke completely and opened her eyes to find a snappily dressed blonde girl.
“Ya’ know we got a uniform here, right?” Adelaide said groggily, her Cajun accent obviously clear. She tilted her head to the side, realising she’d never seen the other girl before. “Ya’ wouldn’t happen to be new, would ya’?”
To Adelaide, the blonde girl definitely looked out of place. What she was wearing, though trendy, wasn’t school uniform. Not only that, but she wasn’t in class when everyone else was. It was common knowledge at the school that being out of uniform wasn’t worth a detention, seeing as there was no way you couldn’t get caught. Skipping class, however, was a specialty of Adelaide’s.
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