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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Aug 2, 2012 2:00:17 GMT -5
Alright. A guy who got type-casted as people like Demetrius, that was, okay. "You don't sound too dissapointed about that, but then, its definitely better than getting type-casted as the whiny younger sister." Okay, so she'd played a lot of roles that weren't that way, but if it was an option, it was hers. Like when she'd done Pride and prejudice and she really worked for Elizabeth and then she got Kitty. But, ah well. Life was life, theater was theater. In the end it was all what you made it.
And, a compliment? That was a nice change of pace. She thought about bringing up what he'd called her originally and comparing it too the 'pretty talented', but she decided against it. It would only sound like she was rubbing it in his face and she didn't want to put him off. Better to just let things flow naturally and see where that took them.
"Thanks, but that's probably only because its Shakespeare, I'm not as good with the contemporary stuff." Maybe she was just being modest, her friends called her out on that all the time, being too modest. And she supposed it was a pretty big achievement, but their had been a couple of other freshman who had made it also, and in all honestly she felt more lucky than talented.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Aug 3, 2012 12:03:53 GMT -5
“Whiny younger sister? Didn't know that was a thing,” he said, a little bit confused, but then again his idea of family was rather warped. He supposed most guys didn't really like having little sisters and maybe it was a stereotype that little sisters were whiny. If anyone was the whiny one in his family, it was him, but that was only in the first few years of his life and everyone was whiny then so it didn't really seem to count. But he also had no reason to be whiny since he got everything he wanted, it was one of those things that happened when your father was the editor of the New Yorker and your mother was a known socialite.
“Well if you want I can drop your name to the director of the next play and he might give you some more consideration. Not cause any of them like me, I think they're just scared I'll hurt them,” he said with a laugh. He still didn't really know why he suddenly felt the need to look out for this girl. Maybe it was that she was a little sister, and something always told him that little sisters needed looking after. Obviously she wouldn't get the same care Yuliya got, he had his priorities, but he supposed he wouldn't mind keeping an ear out for her name to make sure she wasn't someone people were spreading rumors about.
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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 Claire Anette Underwood on Aug 6, 2012 1:04:08 GMT -5
OOC: I love the template, I would have one too except I'm tired and lazy...maybe next post though...
Claire laughed a little bit. "You would think, wouldn't you? I mean, I'ma younger sister, but I never really considered myself to be all that whiny. I mean maybe a little bit, but not like,a defining characteristic of my personality. But then I asked my brother Tim about and he said I was, whiny that is. But it's obligation to say that as an older brother right? Except for I've never been able to get him to confess as to whether he really meant it or not. I keep springing it on him at random moments, hoping to catch him off guard. So far no luck, though." she took a deep breath, then stared at Amri in horror. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, I talk too much don't I? If I ever do that again, you can just tell me too shut up."
She took another deep, steadying breath. "So the bottom line yes, I get type-casted as something that shouldn't exist."
She wasn't sure whether she should laugh at his last comment or not, but she did anyway. A nervous laugh, but a laugh all the same. Sure it was a little, weird, but it was still pretty nice of him. "Well, I think I'd be a bit of an idiot not to take you up on that offer, so I'm going to stop myself from saying all those lovely 'oh you don't have to do that' or 'I still don't think I deserve it phrases.'"
She found herself staring at him with slightly large eyes. She shook her head, blushing a little. She looked at the table for a second and then looked back at him, composing herself.
"Hey, I just realized I never told you my name, I'm clarinet—uh, I mean Claire." She was more than a little blushing now and she couldn't look at him. dang it, she'd let that one slip...
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