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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jun 5, 2012 17:29:00 GMT -5
Ashlyn, she told herself, you are an idiot. She might as well give up now anyway. This wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. It's not like she would ever see this person again, and if she did...she could just duck behind a corner and pretend she hadn't. She was quite good at that actually.
"Okay, so I've got nothing on you, got it," She grumbled in a monotone. She wasn't going to try walking away, but if she stopped reacting then this girl would think she'd won, which she kind of had, but whatever; and leave. "You're a big girl got it, sorry I treaded on your toes or bumped into you or got in your way or messed up your perfect hair or whatever I did to ruin your perfect little world," She said with a little more energy, but it was still essentially a monotone.
She wanted to smack herself, again. What had she just decided to do? Not rile her up anymore, give in, bend over, let it go? Well, that was a failure. But who did this girl think she was anyway? Rich people, she mused savagely, they're always so self-centered, its ridiculous.
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jun 6, 2012 10:43:50 GMT -5
She was close to ripping her own hair out, though of course she couldn’t do that because her hair needed to stay presentable so that she would get jobs, but she could at least imagine it. How disrespectful could a little bitch be? All she’d been trying to do was squeeze a drop of decency out of her and all she was getting was more attitude. A small part in the back of her mind was telling her that getting physical would never get her anywhere and that it was that kind of attitude that lost her jobs, but the primary part of her was telling her that punching this girl in the face seemed like a good idea.
“You rich people,” she seethed, “always so self-centered, it’s fucking ridiculous.” Don’t punch her, don’t punch her, don’t punch her…I want to punch her. “You think you can just come in here and step on peoples’ toes without getting punished? I don’t take kindly to that, today’s the day you get punished.” She probably shouldn’t have said that, cause now she had to punish her and how could she punish her without punching her? Her arm went out and she held back at the last moment and turned her punch into a shove at the girl’s shoulder.
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jun 11, 2012 20:57:40 GMT -5
Ashlyn could tell she was pissing this girl off, and though she found it kind of obnoxious, it was also kind of interesting. She'd probably make a journal entry about it later, if she wasn't in the hospital later. Which, by the look on this girls face, didn't seam all that unlikely.
She blanched when she said that? One, how could she have pretty much just said exactly what Ashlyn had been thinking? It was creepy, like, real creepy. She definitely going to have a scene in her book where that happened to two of her characters.
And her...rich? Since when had she been rich? her family wasn't rich, except, there was her mother. Her wonderful, flighty, neurotic mother. She was rich, but Ashlyn didn't live with her, but shd had used her money to get into Rosencrantz. And it was her money, or her new husband's money—Ashlyn refused to think of him as her stepfather—that had brought her here, as in the store, in the first place. Did that make her rich? She didn't want to be rich, she'd seen enough of the rich people here to hate being identified with them. Amri was rich, and she was pretty sure that was part of the reason why he was so...Amri like. Though Yuliya was also rich, and she was okay, but she had her own—reasons as to why she wasn't like the rest.
Ashlyn wasn't sure if she was rich still, but she guessed the better question was, was she acting like it? Since this girl apparently thought she was? She didn't think so, she may have been a little feisty, but this chick totally started it.
Speaking of which, that girl wasn't rich? How could she not be rich? Ashlyn had totally pegged her as rich, so how could she not be? Hadn't she been the one that was all, In your face, I'm so much better than you so you'd better d o what I say? Ashlyn bit her lip, feeling extremely confused. She couldn't leave now, she'd miss way to good an inspiration opportunity.
Though with that last statement, she'd better tread real carefully if she wanted to make it out of this alive.
"Umm..." she began. "Well, I don't think that exactly qualifies punishment. Though I suppose it depends on what you mean by punishment?" she said as formally and humbly as she could, neither of which where things Ashlyn was exactly used too.
(Yuliya, You are amazing)
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jun 15, 2012 12:04:25 GMT -5
Well, that sure changed her attitude, Andrea thought with a raised eyebrow. Part of her was wondering if she'd actually learned her lesson and she was actually acting respectful like she should've been all along, but she had a feeling she was just acting more scared now because she hadn't realized that Andrea was serious. Silly thinking, really, Andrea was pretty much always serious. But now she had to think whether she actually deserved the punishment. She was rather okay with people fearing her so maybe some positive reinforcement for that would be a good thing. Then she wouldn't be messed with again.
“Prove to me you don't need to be punished,” she said, completely ignoring the girl's questioning tone. After all, she was the one with the upper hand here so she was the one asking the questions. Hell, maybe she could even get some entertainment out of this, depending on what the girl said. It could be quite funny. If there was one thing Andrea really enjoyed, it was a good laugh at the expense of someone else, especially someone who thought they were really cool. Maybe today she'd be able to get a good night's sleep knowing she was able to bring some rich kid down a notch.
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jun 25, 2012 16:36:58 GMT -5
Oh. My. God. Could she possibly be freaking serious? The look on her face told Ashlyn that yes, yes she could.
"Proof?" She said, all of her skepticism, and a tad bit of her usually sarcasm leaking into her voice. How the hell was supposed to prove, and what was she even proving? She chewed on her lip, fully aware of the fact that she probably wasn't going to have lips after she was done with this.
"Well, umm...because I'm sorry I guess, for being a weak little klutz who has issues when it comes to knowing when to shut her mouth up." She said flatly, her attention already drifting away. This whole fiasco had gone on way longer than she ever anticipated. She wanted out, she wanted out now, but she just couldn't force herself to do what she knew she needed in order to make that happen.
"and cuz I've defiantly learned the lesson of shopping in rich people hang out." she muttered, "it's back to thrift stores and random corner stores for me." She knew this girl wasn't one of those rich people, supposedly, but damnit she was acting like it. And she was tired of her making it look like Ashlyn was the one with an attitude problem, when clearly it was the other way around. Ashlyn sighed, with the way her thoughts were going there was no way she was ever getting out of here.
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jun 25, 2012 20:28:22 GMT -5
Andrea had to roll her eyes. She couldn't squeeze an ounce of sincerity out of this girl even if she tried. It was a wonder that she got through life with that kind of bad attitude, and she probably thought that Andrea was the one sporting it, not her. She wasn't the one being all sarcastic and giving her that 'you're not worth my time' look. What was especially annoying was that she seemed to believe that she was a poor person like her, which she knew couldn't be right. And even worse was she she acted like that but was still rude. Hell it wouldn't matter if she was the fucking daughter of Angelina Jolie, this girl had some class to be learned, along with some fashion.
“You seriously think this is where the rich people shop?” she asked with a laugh. She wished. She would love to get her hands on some clothing that would show possible clients that she was serious about modeling, and she did have a few things that had been gifts. But they were the sort of showy things that she would wear to parties, not the simple chic needed for snatching up jobs. Anyone passing down the street would be able to tell her clothes took months for her to save up for and even then that they were from the clearance rack. This girl was really clueless. “I'm sorry to tell you, but if the clothes have price tags, this ain't a rich people store.”
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jul 16, 2012 15:34:15 GMT -5
"Ummm.." Ashlyn bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders. She might have been embarrassed if she didn't make these sort of stupid plunders all the time. She didn't really pay attention to this stuff, and it wasn't like she could really learn it anywhere. She didn't watch TV, she didn't go shopping and she wasn't really out with people. She saw that it was in a mall and the things looked nice and they definitely weren't things she could afford on her normal waitress salary. So it was a rich store to her, technically.
Not that she was going to say any of this to this girl, it wasn't worth it and she would just sound whiny. Instead she stared at her feet, not longer feeling comfortable meeting her gaze. Right now everything felt unbearably awkward, and she couldn't really handle it.
"Sorry," she mumbled under her breath. her fiery streak was gone, and now she would do anything to just finally get to leave and not have to deal with people. Her hand was also itching to write. Even though she hated this whole affair it been super interesting and she couldn't wait to get it written down. She could feel the words forming in her brain and cast a small glance up at Andrea. She was trying to memorize her clothes, her face, find the perfect words to describe her expression in the few short moments—hopefully—that were left.
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jul 19, 2012 15:38:22 GMT -5
“Now was that so hard?” Andrea asked in what was still an annoyed voice. It sure had taken her long enough to realize she was the bitch in this situation. It wasn't like Andrea could've just let her go after such an insolence, she hated insolence, especially from such a wee little girl when she was a college senior, she shouldn't have to put up with this bullshit anymore. It was probably why she preferred guys to girls, they were much more simple to talk to and they could take a hit and they weren't all catty and sneaky and plain bitchy.
“Whatever, you can leave, I'm meeting Amri here in a bit anyway,” she said, though the last part was more muttered to herself. God she would have to tell him about this bitch so they could laugh about it. Apparently he'd been having some interesting things happening himself involving some sophomore girl and Andrea was dying to hear about it so she could laugh at him and his girl problems and the fact that it seemed everyone except her with in love with him, but that was why they got along, he was never worried she was harboring a secret crush on him. No need to worry about that. She was an open book.
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Aug 2, 2012 11:59:24 GMT -5
She had done it, finally. She had finally stopped acted liking a dork and now she was going to go. She didn't want to go as much as she did before though. Sure, she wanted to get out of this situation but, she really did find the girl intriguing and she was hoping she could get a bit more for her journal entry.
She gave her another curious look before dropping her eyes. Maybe she could stay and watch her, she'd done it before. yeah it was weird and immature and stalkerish to spy on someone, but she'd never cared about that. And she had this secret belief that some writers had done even weirder stuff to get information. She could just head over to the other side of the store, hide behind some racks and...
Ashlyn's eyes shot up. Amri? Did she just say Amri? As in, the Amri? It seemed like such an unlikely coincidence, but how many Amri's could there be? Did that mean she went to the same school? Ashlyn wanted to rip her hair out, no, this would happen, this could not be happening. She had to get out here, before he got here.
"Right, see ya bye," she said quickly, not even trying to hide the fact that she was totally panicking. She spun around and walked as quickly as she could without running to get out of there. She now needed to figure out a way to avoid both of them for...an eternity.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Aug 3, 2012 15:32:38 GMT -5
Amri was not really the kind of guy who had friends that were girls, mostly because there was rarely a time in his life where a girl wanted to be just friends with him, so he never even had an opportunity. But there was one girl he had managed to be friends with. They had met at some random party when he was a freshman and she was a sophomore. They'd both gotten a little drunk and made out, and then left. He hadn't thought about it much until he saw her in the gym and rather than demanding some sort of explanation as to why he never saw her again, she challenged him to a race and they'd had a good time being gym buddies and looking down on the rest of the world buddies. It was good to know there was one girl in the school who wasn't obsessed with shoving her tongue down his throat. They had established with each other that they were in each other's friend zones and they were both okay with that.
One of their favorite things to do was go out into the world and judge people. When they were feeling particularly mischievous they would pretend to be a couple and give the worst advice ever in the most heartfelt manner. So that's what he was here in this clothing store for. She'd told him she was going shopping and to meet him at the store and they'd go out afterwards. And he'd pay for all her stuff cause he knew she was pretty poor. “Yo, Andy!” he said as he came around one of the clothing racks when he saw a surprising familiar face: Ashlyn. What was she doing here? “Huh, didn't know you two knew each other...” he said with a confused expression on his face. They did not seem like the type to get along. Andrea was a confident, in-your-face model, and Ashlyn was an awkward writer. Didn't seem to mesh at all.
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OOC:: ooc notes here
LYRICS:: Bad Reputation - Freedy Johnston
CREDIT:: by Goldy for Yules the super awesome person
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Post by Andrea Mason on Aug 3, 2012 15:43:20 GMT -5
A little glint came to her eye when she saw Amri coming. If there was one thing he was good at, it was making girls pay their respects, maybe he could teach this one a lesson as she'd been trying to do the whole time and they could laugh about it later, he was good for a laugh. Or maybe she could just watch as he made this girl fall head over heels in love with him as she surely would since everyone except her did that, that was also always funny. Though it did get annoying when girls attacked her cause they thought she was his girlfriend, but thankfully Andrea could handle herself quite well and threw good punches.
“Yeah, we're totally besties,” she said as she rolled her eyes, more for the girl's benefit than Amri's, he'd probably already be able to tell that this girl was not the kind of girl who she'd be able to stand. Just the fact that she was a girl made it less likely Andrea would be friends with her, because even though she was a model, she was definitely more one of the guys. Plus she just looked pathetic. If Andrea was going to be friends with a girl, she'd be friends with a stylish girl so she could borrow her clothes for go-sees.
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Aug 7, 2012 23:38:55 GMT -5
She was too late. She rounded the corner and found herself looking directly at him. She freaked, heart pumping breath quickening, sweating beginning to line your brow kind of freak out.
"hey Andy!" he said, and Ashlyn wondered if he had someone not recognized her, and maybe she could still slip away from this unscathed. But then his eyes turned on her, and she saw it.
She let out a deep breath. Great, just what she needed. Amri comes to meet his best friend and also finds that awkward freshmen girl who he made out with at a party and then freak out and slapped him in the hallway and also happens to be his little sister's roommate. And who'd witnessed him totally losing it and trying to kill himself, or something close to that. Oh yeah, and then he'd amde out with her big sister, couldn't forget that part.
She couldn't bare to look at either of them. It wouldn't take, for 'Andy' to fill him in on everything that had just happened with her and her new best friend. And then things would be—unbearable. She found herself glancing up at Amri and muttering an obligatory, "hi," before blushing, huffing, rolling her eyes, and staring off in a direction neither of them were in.
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