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Post by anna on Jun 23, 2012 2:44:21 GMT -5
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[/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 5px solid #BC7F39; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: 115px; margin-right: -110px; background-image: url(http://www.shalowater.com/images/icons/cabh2o009.png);] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 5px solid #BC7F39; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: 220px; margin-right: -110px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 50; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50; border-bottom-right-radius: 50; background-image: url(http://www.shalowater.com/images/icons/cabh2o009.png);] [/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; text-align: left; margin-left: 10px; color: #CCB160; margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 1px #5C5642; text-transform: lowercase;]AM I RIDING ON THE WRONG PATH?[/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; text-align: right; margin-right: 5px; color: #CCB160; margin-top: 320px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 1px #5C5642; text-transform: lowercase;]BURNING DIRTY GAS WON'T GET YOU THAT FAR.[/style] [STYLE=width: 290px; height: 290px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F9F5F5; color: #4F3313; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border-left: 1px dotted #CC8D44; border-right: 1px dotted #CC8D44; float: left; margin-left: 5px; margin-top: -340px;]Annie walked down -wait no--that wasn't the royal way to do it. She strutted across the beach to get to a perfect spot in the sun. She wanted a nice little tan (just a little one) for the summer and the beach sounded like an amazing place to be. Plus she could get some reading done while she did so. Pushing up her sunglasses as the daintily fell from her nose, she looked across the sand a few yards away from the ocean. So many people were here today, but it wasn't too crowded which was good so she could find a perfect little spot in the sand. Holding her hand over her eyes as her brows furrowed, she squinted to look for a quick spot where she could tan and she found one some length away from the blue water, but not too far in case she did decide she wanted to take a dip in it.
Making her way to the spot, she unfolded her towel and layed it gently on the sand before tossing her bag next to it. Her bag was neatly organized. If Annie was known for one thing, it was her immense orginzation skill. She was almost a perfectionist, the way her room, locker, and every other royals items were organized. Lying herself down she applied tanning lotions to her legs, back, chest, and neck. And a tad bit to her cheeks and forehead and her petite nose.
She lied down, back against the towel and smiled back at the glaring sun who's light couldn't overwhelm her sunglasses. She had just come back from a trip to Paris with her family, which she thought was amazing. It was wonderful to have a break from ocean city and everyone in it. By everyone, mostly the naggy royals who she felt she had to support on her own back sometimes. They were kind to her, but sometimes they could be so overwhelming and needy, she just couldn't handle it. At least people looked up to her and wished to be in her spot. Especially the other wannabes who would kill to be in her spot. She felt the need to take pride in her climb to popularity, but sometimes Annie felt that she was disregarded as a royal because she didn't act like them persay. She tried to be like them and rule with a fist, but it wasn't in her character. Her character was sweet ang gently and hurting another person's feelings just wasn't in her. Nor did she have guys chasing her down like other populars did. She just didn't fit the typical royal description which had a few words she would never repeat because she didn't think they were quite useful most of the time. Of course, she wouldn't tell anyone this. Earning a spot in the royals was hard enough and she definitely wouldn't let it go just like that. She still had some of the benefits of being in the royals because other cliques still looked up to her and they knew if they messed with her, Des or Maya (no matter how they thought of her) wouldn't let a person mess with another royal. It would just make being a royal a joke. And no one wanted that.
Feeling her skin start to get warm on her frontside, she decided to lay on her tummy so her backside could soak up some of that Vitamin D. Pulling out a book from her bag, she flipped to her bookmarked page and started to read silently to herself. A great way to spend the day of course. She cherished these ralaxful days because Annie was never sure when she would have them as she had errands and chores to do for the other royals. Her hands flipped to the next page. And she had other things to do on top of those errands like keeping up with her own grades, maintaining a social life, and making sure she had money coming her way from her job of babysitting the neighbors kids. She couldn't get an actual job yet because she was studying too much and she wanted to learn French after the disaster in Paris. She felt so odd since she couldn't speak with natives in their own tongue. But that was enough thinking, she just wanted a peaceful day and to get her tan on.
words: enough<3 tags: open notes: someone take dis plz credit: kiwii at btn! [/style]
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Post by ALEC BLAISE SOULLIERE on Jun 23, 2012 16:04:59 GMT -5
The day had gotten off to a lazy start, as most days did for Alec during the summer. There wasn’t a whole lot for him to do; though he had lots of friends that he could hang with, he didn’t often call them up. Most of the time they wanted Alec to do something for them, and it was hard for Alec to say no. As soon as he’d gotten situated in the states, he’d been trying to fit in better with all the Americans, and buying them things helped. They were different, and many were much more demanding and spoiled than Alec had been as a child. Of course, Alec’s father had ruled with an iron fist, leaving Alec with only what he needed and absolutely no room for anything else. Alec didn’t think himself privileged, but a normal American teen would; he’d been privately tutored in lessons ranging from violin to ballroom dance, and many teens in the states were star struck when he explained about his various talents, but Alec didn’t really see why. He could shoot arrows into targets, and speak four languages, and do a myriad of other things. So what? Alec spent his days practicing and learning new talents, basically, and today was much the same.
He opened the day with the violin, made a smooth transition into piano, and then decided to work on some summer work he’d been given as a part of the AP Calculus program he was in. Alec was skilled with many things academically, too, and was easily an Ivy League school candidate. Then again, Alec was still not sure what his future held. He couldn’t picture himself going back to France yet because the Soulliere’s still weren’t returning any of his attempts to contact them. He hadn’t expected them to, but he’d still hoped his father’s family would accept him again. Their blatant disregard told Alec to perhaps go to a different European country or even stay in America. It was all up in the air. Right now, Alec was just trying to get through his senior year of high school at Mancester. Alec finished up the work and sat back in the chair at his desk in his mini-study. It was like his grandfather’s but smaller and it smelled less like scotch and cigars and more like wood. He was feeling a stress headache starting in his temples, though he couldn’t imagine why. He hadn’t done anything strenuous at all, or maybe he wasn’t as good at Calculus as he’d hoped.
Alec pushed away from his desk and went back to his room, which was always kept meticulously clean and neat, as per Alec’s unusual case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Alec was so adamant about it that he didn’t even let the housemaid in to clean other than to wash his bed covers. It was a trait that had been passed down to Alec from his father, along with his height and dark hair/pale complexion. Alec’s mother was warm and bright, with pink lips and a motherly smile, but Alec’s father had been the opposite: dark and cold. Sometimes Alec reminded himself of his father too much for his taste. Alec sat in the window seat of his room that looked over the back garden of his grandfather’s estate and stared at the pool. Perhaps a good swim was in order? No, Alec didn’t want to just take laps around the pool (something he did often to keep in tip top shape.) However, the ocean…
After a quick change into simple dark blue swim shorts and a white tee, Alec made his way down to the beach. He found himself spending more and more time there lately, and it wasn’t displeasing. The sun was often warm and bright, the waves were always welcoming, and the people were happy to wave and say hi. Ok, “people” were girls, but Alec never seemed to notice. After parking his Maserati, Alec took a walk close to the waves, feeling the cooler water brush at his ankles. The beach was a hot spot for socializing, and Alec could see many people lounging about on the sand and walking together, laughing. Alec felt a pang of loneliness as he realized he had no one to talk to, and he wasn’t going to be meeting up with anyone. He pondered texting someone, but he got distracted by one body that was laying, stomach down. Alec had to remove his sunglasses to see better, and he thought it was one of the Royals. It wouldn’t be overly odd to find one of them out and about during the summer at the beach. He couldn’t be sure, though, but there was one way to find out.
Approaching the girl, Alec said a casual ”Hello,” and when seeing her look up, he felt a stab of relief. It was Annabelle Maddox, one of the nicer Royals. Everyone always referred to her as some sort of lap dog, always running errands and doing things for the other Royals. Alec didn’t care about those rumors, as he didn’t care for most rumors, and was just happy that it wasn’t Denise or Desire or whatever her name was. She seemed particularly unpleasant. ”You’re Annabelle Maddox, right?” He smiled down at her, still standing, hoping she wouldn’t snap at him or be any sort of rude.
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Post by anna on Jul 7, 2012 18:19:58 GMT -5
 Annie flipped a page inside her book again. Reading was her favorite hobby and she often wrapped herself in the texts she read. Her neat little brain analyzed and survered the descriptive imagery given to her by the very suave vocabulary that transitioned her into the universe that was in this book. Universe being the barriers and layers of the setting that the novel placed you in. Besides, what if she was placed under the circumstances some of these characters were placed in. She could easily receive her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts a few years late. Or she could be a half-blood child of Poseidon. Who knows with so many mysteries in the world. There were so many things that could happen (and sometimes she even considered the impossible). Books were just great for teaching lessons and being entertaining at the same time. It was an easy way to input knowledge into the brain without having to be utterly bored by the complications of boredom that lied within school text books. Novels had plots and plots meant there was a dilemma and dilemma meant that there would be someone who would entertain the audience while trying to do so. She liked to dive into tbe
Her sunglasses blocked most of the undying light that tried to burn the pupils of the humans that lay thousands of miles away from it. Hopefully she just didn't get burned, but she was sure she would face repercussions after today's sun giving a deadly glare on her light skin. Today, was going to be a relaxing day, she could tell. She wouldn't be bothe--or so she thought as her head turned toward an unfamiliar voice. Was he lost? Did he need help finding his way around town? He was the new kid, right? She wasn't sure but all these questions she was unable to answer popped in her head anyway. But she couldn't help but keep wondering and trying to figure out what he was doing here and why of all people, he was greeting her at the moment. She thought if she came here, she could simply tan and read and not have distractions of many sort. Annabelle may have been a royal, but even though people knew about her and knew her name and such, she didn't expect them to walk up to her or really interact with her much. Usually, Annie went out of her own way to socialize and get to know people. Because let's be truthful, no one was really excited about befriending the girl who was known for being the "suckup" even if they were royalty.
Oh, hi...uhm yeah I'm Annabelle.. She would have flashed a smile, but he was so darn cute and cute guys made her nervous. Annie wasn't the girl to just blow people off or try and even and consider playing hard to get. Whatever that was. How did people even pull that off because to try and make a game out of things just made things more complicated and girls always complained about things being complicated. Annie just figured they did it to themselves. She looked back at her book and closed it, setting it aside for now. Looks like she'd have to Look for Alaska a little later than she expected. It was her fifth time reading it and yes she deifnitely did mentally make that joke. I'm sorry, I'm not sure I'm familiar with you. Again, I'm terribly sorry, I have awful memory and I really try to remember everyone's name because if I don't then I have terribly and horrifically awkward moments like these. Sorry. she ended the sentence with a quick breath, not getting a one during her long sentence.
She was a bit terribly awkward and kind for a royal, but people brushed it off because even if she wasn't the most looked up to people. But she was able to roganize their lockers, keep track of books, make Starbucks runs, make party playlists, revise essays, and the list went on, but you can get the picture. She was still a royal and no one could tarnish the royal name.
Oh, uhm so are you looking for someone?
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