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Post by misty alagaskar on Oct 10, 2009 10:53:11 GMT -5
Mimi sat on the ground near a few of the benches, legs crossed and a laptop half a foot from her lap. Shewas flipping through her emails, most were just alerts from friends, a few of them tagging her in photos. Rolling her eyes as she wondered what her friends could have uploaded, she clicked on the link.
Instantly, the light blue site started to load, and a picture of her appeared on the screen.
The image looked nothing like the girl who stared down at it. For a moment, as Mimi looked at it, she could not recognize who it was and wondered if the person who had tagged her had simply been mistaken.
The girl in the photo was her three years earlier, at age 15. She had had normal blonde hair that curled at her shoulders. A large shining grin was on her face, one that she hadn't used for years.
Mimi twitched at that almost sweetness and innocence of her image then. There were no bags under her eyes, or a look of sickness that came when she would take drugs. During that time, she had only had one peircing in her ear, not the three in the lobe of her ear and the two in her cartilage.
The blonde Charcoal rarely went on facebook, and it was suprising for her as she flipped through the photos of Mimi Alagaskar.
She could really see the difference in her as she had aged. Slowly the normal jeans and gentle t shirts she wore disapeared along with her smile. The hair grew longer, different arrays of colors blending into it, as her face matured, darks shadows dancing across it.
Things had changed, Mimi knew, but it was strange to be able to see it with her own eyes.
Eventually, she shook her hair out, straightening the black and white striped long sleeve v neck. She closed out of the page, almost freaked out as she looked back into her past. Mimi then went to the school page, and found a link as she looked about it to something called Artsy Smartsy.
As she read, she laughed at the comments of this anonymous gossip colomist.
"Wow. If this is only the tip of iceberg then its gonna be interesting year" she commented to herself, before looking around at the kids around her, mentally analyzing them.
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Post by ophelia van maanen on Oct 10, 2009 19:19:11 GMT -5
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[/size][/center] For the first time in her life, Ophelia was awakened most rudely by the shrill blare of a bedside alarm clock, which was set to go off at seven thirty - much too early to Ophelia, a true night owl who rarely went to bed before midnight. She let out a loud groan and shifted under her sheets to face the wall, as if ignoring the annoying contraption would eventually make it shut up. After about thirty seconds of listening to the piercing ring, she swung an arm over and slapped the little clock on the head, making it fall to the floor with a crash. "Shit," she muttered, decided now was as good a time to get up as any. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed and blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she picked up the clock, making sure it wasn't permanently damaged. Thank God for carpeting, she thought to herself wryly.
Her brain still fuzzy and full of sleep, she glanced at her dorm room, wishing she was able to apply one of her designs to it. Right now, the room was a bit bland, with it's pale walls and plain oak furniture; both which didn't suit Ophelia's taste at all. She had been putting off redoing it for a while now, mainly due to uncharacteristic laziness and the knowledge that she wouldn't be here next year anyway. Suddenly, she felt warmth touch her shoulder and she glanced up, looking outside; golden sunlight streamed in through the windows, signaling another beautiful day at Virginia Beach. A little walk around campus wouldn't hurt, she thought to herself. After several minutes of careful consideration while selecting her outfit, she grabbed her purse, slid several gold bangles onto her thin wrist, and rushed out of her dorm room, tying her thick brown hair into a bun as she walked outside.
Not many kids were out and about at this hour, but she didn't feel like scoping out her schoolmates; not now, anyway. There would be plenty of time for that later, plenty of time to beckon other students into her web of tricks and wicked doings. Instead, she seated herself on a nearby bench where a girl on her laptop sat as well. She settled down in her seat, surveying the campus, which seemed to glow in the light. She felt a gentle sense of peace overwhelm her, and she leaned back in the bench, breathing in slowly. Suddenly, though, her purse fell over the front of the bench, spilling all of it's contents onto the wet ground.
"Fuck!" She sighed, breaking out of her trance and bending down to pick up her items, some of which had fallen in front of the other girl.
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[/size][/center] notes ?! eh, not a very good entry, sorry
words ?! 466
tags ?! mimi/open
clothes ?! click here
mood ?! exasperated
lyrics ?! 'queen bitch' - david bowie
credit ?! you're looking at her 
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Post by misty alagaskar on Oct 10, 2009 20:14:49 GMT -5
It took her a moment to percieve the other girl as the sound of objects crashed to the ground around her, the blow being softened by the grass.
She stared for a moment, sorting through the items mentally to see if there was anything interesting or noteworthy among it. Then realizing that the other girl would deem this awkward, not that what others thought of her actually mattered, she stopped. Despite her personal thoughts on other's opinions, she did need to sucker someone into telling her where everything was.
At that point, she really needed to know where the cafeteria was. Her stomach rumbled, as she helped the girl pick her stuff up before handing it to her. "Hi" she said once the brunnette had gotten ahold of everything.
"I'm Mimi Alagaskar" She introduced herself, holding out a pale hand, while she shook out her blonde and pink hair. "I'm a new kid. As expected. It seems like everyone at this school would already know each other. And if they dont know each other, have read the gossip about them"
She shrugged, before asking "Do you know where the cafeteria is? It looks like its going to rain and all, and I haven't eaten breakfast or dinner from last night. No one bothered to tell me"
Mimi waited for a response, looking at her painted midnight black nails that were sharp as bird talons, though they were neatly cut, the only neat thing about her.
The clouds grew more threatening, a crackle racing over head and she could see on one half the campus, rain was pouring down, slowly threatening to cross over towards them. Mimi moved back towards her laptop, grabbing it, and revealing a satchel that was hidden behind the bench. She flipped it open, revealing the contents which included eyeliner, nail polish, a brush, and her ipod. She threw her laptop into it before closing and slinging it over her shoulder.
"Walk and talk?" she asked.
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Post by ophelia van maanen on Oct 11, 2009 15:23:41 GMT -5
* SHE'S AN OLD TIME AMBASSADOR , [/b][/size][/font] of sweet talking , night walking games[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/size][/center] All of her items safely back in her bag, which was only slightly damp from lying on the ground, Ophelia stood up and eyed the other girl. She wasn't even sure what her name was, though she certainly looked interesting enough. Although her moment of tranquility had been shattered, she may as well make use of the opportunity to probe a bit into the lives of the other Robbins' students. The girl, who's name was Mimi, had mentioned that she was new to Robbins, as Ophelia was; though she doubted the girl was a senior, so she'd probably be here next year. Ophelia always felt a little regret at the fact she would only be at Robbins for a year, though she was more than ready to get out into the world once more, away from the confines of schooling. Most likely, she would go back to London, possibly to take another grab at the family inheritance. But until then, she'd have to make do with what she had; in this case, the city of Virginia Beach and those who resided within it.
Her eyes narrowed, she contemplated the Mimi's request of walking with each other. "'Walk and talk'?" she replied, the words sounding much sharper than necessary with her European accent. "Very well, then. I'll show you where the cafeteria is, too. Follow me, it's not far from where we are." Purse around shoulder, eyes flashing with interest, she stepped onto the sidewalk and started around the main building, the cafeteria being located on the other side. Making sure the girl was keeping up with her, she asked coolly, "So, you a junior, sophomore? I'm a senior, majoring in interior design. The name's Ophelia, by the way. Ophelia van Maanen." Noting the threatening clouds overhead, she cursed softly under her breath, quickening her pace. "Ah, shit. I didn't expect it to rain, it was so nice this morning. Come on, let's go, not much worse than being caught in a bad rainstorm."
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notes ?! argle bargle
words ?! 344
tags ?! mimi/open
clothes ?! clickplz
mood ?! indifferent
lyrics ?! 'queen bitch' - david bowie
credit ?! haze :U
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Post by misty alagaskar on Oct 11, 2009 19:00:01 GMT -5
"Thanks" she shrugged, tapping her fingers along the bench rail, a random tuned beat echoing metallically.
"I'm a junior. I'm majoring in traditional media or something like that. These classes have weird names" she shrugged, again. "Back home, we never majored in anything. We just took like trigonometry or chemistry, stuff like that. Do we still have to take math and science classes, because I didn't really pay attention. Which is probably why I don't know where the cafeteria is" Mimi let out a dry laugh, twirling one thin strand of hot pink hair around her slender finger.
Her cellphone rang, "Love Drunk" by Boys Like Girls blaring out of the back pocket of her pants. Mimi stopped spinning her hair to grab it, unlocking the touch screen as she read. Instantly her fingers were speeding across the keypad, little clicks sounding as she tapped away.
"Sorry" she apologized, without really meaning it. "I got a text from my friend. I left some of my....'stuff' at his house and I needed him to ship it to me. He said it should be arriving today, so where would the post office or whatever be?" By 'stuff' Mimi meant her current drug of choice.
As they walked, the rain grew nearer, large droplets slapping down onto the ground behind them, drenching the grass. With a quick nod to Ophelia she began a quick dash towards the shelter of on the nearby buildings, hopefully one that was near the cafeteria.
Unluckily though the rain caught up with her and as she busied herself with hiding her bag under her shirt in order to keep the laptop within from getting damaged, she let her hair get soaked.
"Dammit" she sighed, shaking it out like a wet dog once inside the main hall. "This kind of stuff always happens to me"
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