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Post by Chelsea Goodman on Apr 12, 2011 11:03:42 GMT 10
www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=30314335 Chelsea stood awkwardly outside the school buildings. Her luggage piled neatly around her ankles. She chewed her lower lip nervously watching the students around her carefully. She offered a couple, small, unsure smiles. Her eyes glittering hopefully, wishing someone would stop and talk to her. She stepped closer to the door, her hair falling in gentle waves about her oval face. She smiled lightly. Finally, she found someone who looked trustworthy, she rested her hand on the person's arm, smiling brightly. "Hi, can you tell me where I'm supposed to be going?" She asked, her voice quiet, with gentle British tones to it.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Apr 12, 2011 22:53:00 GMT 10
Adelaide turned at the feeling of a hand on her arm. A soft voice asked a question that the redhead didn’t hear, but it didn’t matter. She looked upon the girl who stood before her, and grinned.
“New kid?” She asked, her Cajun accent being immediately apparent. She didn’t wait for an answer and continued. “Nice gear. Guess ya’ haven’t got the uniform yet.”
Adelaide had pulled off her blazer somewhere between her third and fourth classes that day, which meant it was in a classroom somewhere on the second floor of the school. The top two buttons of her white shirt were undone, and her tie was fairly loose, but she passed for being ‘in uniform’, and couldn’t be properly told off by a teacher.
“Alright, new kid, the first thing I need to know is your name and reason why you’re here.” Adelaide hopped up onto the stone ledge that she was standing beside before clarifying. “Which means, what are ya’ good at that got ya’ here?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, being the impatient type, and continued to speak. “I’m Adelaide Peyroux, harpist extraordinaire. Been here about a year now, so I take it upon myself to meet and greet almost everyone I can.”
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Post by Chelsea Goodman on Apr 13, 2011 2:46:13 GMT 10
"Um...yes." She said, smiling at the loud, Southern girl. She watched the girl jump around crazily for a minute, before Adelaide complimented her..."gear" and then claimed she hadn't gotten the uniform yet. Actually, she had.
"Actually, I have." She replied without missing a beat, she smiled a smile that spoke of independence. "I didn't think I liked it." She said, smiling and looking over the rumpled girl quickly. She still managed to looki good even with a totally screwed up uniform. She was just one of those people.
"I'm-" immediately the girl jumped in, telling her what her name was and how she played the harp. Chelsea's perfectly arched eyebrows rose. "You play the harp?" The apparent good girl asked, crossing her arms over her slender body. SHe hadn't expected that from the girl.
"I'm Chelsea Goodman. I'm a swimmer." She said, when she was finally able to. She smiled, and picked up her bags. "I've been here about five minutes and wonder where I'm supposed to be." She said, grinning.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Apr 13, 2011 21:16:17 GMT 10
Adelaide laughed in agreement when the girl said she didn’t like the uniform. No one did. The stranger’s exclamation of disbelief made the redhead laugh.
“Ya’ bet, cher.” Adelaide said, with a grin. “I can assure ya’ that I’m the best.”
“A swimmer, ya’ say?” The redhead hopped down from the ledge and put her hands on the top of her head. “You’d be on the first floor then. If ya’ have your dorm number, I’d be happy to escort ya’ up there. Sound good?”
The British girl seemed fairly interesting, and Adelaide wasn’t about to lose any time or effort on someone who would be just another face in the crowd. The redhead went to the doors of the school and held them open, beckoning Chelsea to go inside.
“I’m probably the best one to show you around. I’ve been up and down this school, day and night, for the past year now.”
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Post by Chelsea Goodman on Apr 14, 2011 5:15:41 GMT 10
"Well, obviously, or else you wouldn't be here." The British girl said, lifting up her two duffle bags and following the excitable red head. She reached into her shoe and pulled out the little slip of paper that was handed to her hurriedly at the door. "Here." She said, smiling, it was catlike and easy.
She smiled, "Yes, I am a swimmer." She said, "One of the best ever. I taught myself you know." She said, catching up to her new acquaintance. She enjoyed making friends, and, though she could be a bit socially awkward, she had slipped easily into a friendship with this girl. She took a moment to stare up at the huge building, before stepping forward.
Chelsea looked the redhead up and down. She could have figured that out herself, maybe she was the most popular too. But she definitely looked like trouble. She shrugged and offered a less enthusiastic grin. "Of course, I could have figured that. You look like the 'meet and greet' type." She said, smiling widely.
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Post by Adelaide Peyroux on Apr 14, 2011 18:32:59 GMT 10
Adelaide looked at the tiny piece of paper. “Cool. I know where this is.” She let waited for Chelsea to step into the building before letting the door shut behind her. She half-smiled at the “meet and greet” remark, and led the British girl to the large staircase in the centre of the enormous hall, before stopping and turning to face her companion.
“Okay, cher’, our tour starts here.” Adelaide pointed in various directions, listing the rooms they led to. “Those are the doors to the cafeteria, those lead to the auditorium, and go down that hall if you need to talk to someone from the student centre.” She paused and jerked her thumb in the direction of the stairs. “There are five floors in this building. The first floor is where you’ll be staying. It’s also probably where all your classes will be. Above that is the CAPA floor, for us creative types, and the third floor is for the academic types. You’ll only go to the fifth floor if you’re in the sort of trouble that’ll get ya’ expelled. It’s where the Headmaster’s office and quarters are.”
Adelaide suddenly stopped and grinned. “Ya’ seem like a smart girl, but if you want I can get you a map from my dorm. I’ve got a stack of them for occasions like this.”
So far, Chelsea seemed calm and level-headed. To Adelaide, she seemed like the type who would do anything she could to keep herself at the top, regardless of what moral issues stood in her way. But then again, they’d only known each other for a few minutes.
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