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Post by Elise Snow on Jun 2, 2012 18:41:18 GMT -5
The receptionist gave her a hard stare. "Can I help you with something, honey?" She said as her eyes raked Elise's get up. Elise kept herself from rolling her eyes. So maybe her shorts will were a little small and her tank a little low cut. She was wearing soft enough colors not to look like a slut or anything. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and flashed her best smile, "Yes Actually, I was wondering if you could help my find my sister's dorm?" She did her best to sound sweet and innocent. "It's her birthday today and I was going to surprise her but I can't remember her dorm," She blushed. "And I can't call her, because that would, well, spoil the surprise." She twirled her hair and added an embarrassed but also probably endearing giggle. The best part of being blond, when you act stupid you look absolutely adorable and people totally take pity on you. Like now. The receptionist tut, tutted, but Elise could see she was smiling. "So what's your sister's name hun?""Rebecca Snow." She answered with another smile. The receptionist gave her another warm look before handing her a slip of paper. "It'll be in the first hallway, three doors down on you're right."
Elise straightened, grinning brightly, almost stupidly. "Thanks!" When the lady looked away she crushed the paper in her hand, a much less Innocent look spreading across her face. It didn't take her too long to reach her sister's dorm, and with an almost cruel smile she knocked on the door. outfit: here |
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jun 2, 2012 19:43:59 GMT -5
There were five primary things that Yuliya would divide her day up doing: Spending time with her animals, spending time with Amri, writing, playing her instruments, and lastly, reading, which she was doing right now. It would be impossible to ask her what kind of books she liked to read because there was no limit to what she would read. Everything from fairytales to memoirs to historical biographies to contemporary mysteries. And because she was able to, she always bought every book she read, which was why the large majority of her side of the dorm was filled with bookshelves. Even under her bed was an area to store books. And they were all carefully organized by the last name of the author...and she didn't even have all her books here, only the “essentials,” aka, her John Green books, all her books on animals, her favorite memoirs, a few thesauruses, some biographies on some of her favorite people, and her ever present “to read” box. This all explains why she was lounged on her bed reading a dense biography of someone named Queen Ranavolana I.
Yuliya really couldn't imagine a world without reading. What were you supposed to do all day? It's why she wanted to write, because she couldn't bear the thought of leaving the world without leaving some imprint of her own on the world's most important escapade. It was also something she could do as well as anyone else...if not better. She got through books extremely fast without losing any comprehension, which is why she expected to be done with her biography that day even though she had only just passed the midway point.
And this was also why a knock at the door startled her completely. A soft squeak made its way out of her and she jumped slightly. Now why would someone be knocking? The only person who would come see Yuliya was Amri and he wouldn't knock, he'd come right in. So what was...oh right, she had a room mate. Was Ashlyn there right now? Yuliya had been too involved in her book to even take notice of whether Ashlyn was there at the moment. Well, it didn't matter, because nothing on earth would convince Yuliya that it was in any way a good idea to open a door that had been knocked upon...or answer a phone that ringed. It was those two things that she had settled she would never do. All she could hope for was that they'd go away.
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jun 7, 2012 0:20:57 GMT -5
Ashlyn was where she always was, typing away on her computer. She'd said hi to Yuliya when she first got here, but she had been reading and Ashlyn knew she preferred to be left alone for a few straight hours once she got into a book. Well, she generally preferred to be left alone, but especially then. Ashlyn didn't mind though, as she felt the same way about writing.
Which is why she wasn't exactly thrilled when someone knocked on the door. She was also kind of surprised, as usually the only person who came to visit was Amri. So if it was him then maybe Yuliya could get it? Except she couldn't remember him ever knocking, he usually just barged in, something that had taking a lot of getting used to for her.
She considered just ignoring them, but when they knocked again her conscience got the better of her. What if it was someone who had some sort of life or death emergency and they died simply because she was too lazy to open the door?
Rightgrumbled the sarcastic voice in her head, Life or death, totally why they're are here. She reached the door and pulled it open.
To say she was surprised by her sister's appearance would have been an understatement in extreme. She froze, her eyes widened, and her mouth gaped open. She gripped the door with fingers as she tried to figure out how, how, her sister could be here? She'd never told anyone what her dorm was, not even her mother or younger sister. So how could this had happened?
She hadn't seen her since that night at the club when she and Amri had gone off to do well...Amri and Elise things. That was something she was trying not to think about, it was just too— weird.
She didn't move, she didn't say anything, she just stared at the elder sister she didn't know what to do with anymore.
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Post by Elise Snow on Jun 7, 2012 20:11:53 GMT -5
Elise enjoyed her sisters reaction way more than should be allowed. Other than that though, it was kind of weird. She'd seen her sister at the party, but there been some much else going on—and Ashlyn had looked so, well, unAshlynish—that she hadn't been able to really take it in. She could now though, and since it been several months since she'd last seen her...it was actually really strange. At least she looked more like herself now, that same slouch, same sagging expression that made her look like a comatose person that you almost wanted to slap or shout in her face just to see if she would respond. That was the sister she remembered.
The wide, and definitely somewhat malicious smile spread across her lips. "Rebecca, how nice to see you, you know after we met in that club we just didn't have time to catch up because, well you know..." Ashlyn knew exactly what she was talking about, even if she was little bit slow when it came to stuff like that. And if Elise was right about what was going on with her and that Amri then bringing it up would be a perfect bitch move, which is exactly what she wanted right now.
Speaking of which, she hadn't see the hottie since that night, though she knew he went here. It was too bad, really, he'd been exactly what she needed. No promises, not attachments, just distractions—and she was pretty sure she hadn't gotten enough. But that could wait, though she was going to have figure out a way to make something happen in front of Ashlyn.
"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" she said brightly, and without waiting for a reply she pushed past her sister. It wasn't hard. While her sister was off writing her little stories Elise had been redefining the limits of human body, meaning that she had considerable more muscle tone.
She looked around her sister's room with an amused expression, it looked exactly how she would have pictured it, except for the fact that it was clean. No personality displayed in any part of a room, and a ton of books. And...a roommate? Elise's attention turned to a little blond girl. She was reading a book, or at least she had been. Elise gave her a long look. She was kind ofweird looking with those freaking huge eyes. And she just had this feel...the shy don't interact with me or I will die feel, just like Ashlyn. Though she looked at little more breakable than Ashyln.
She snorted, great, that was just what the world needs. Another Ashlyn. They probably sat in here reading their little books and pretending the rest of the world didn't exist because the they weren't tough enough to handle it. Ugh...
"Who they hell are you?" she said bluntly, but still with the air that said you're barely worth my time. She usually wasn't that bad when she first met people, but barging into places without being invited and then acting obnoxiouslyy rude was one of Ashlyn's biggest pet peeves. She should know, as she used to do it all the time.
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jun 8, 2012 12:24:37 GMT -5
So Ashlyn was there. It was a fact that she could set aside and maybe use later. It was both a relief and a hindrance, because now the knocking would stop, but it also meant that a person would be coming in, probably a person Yuliya didn’t know. She started preparing herself for the event, at least she had a little bit of warning in the time it took Ashlyn to walk to the door. Keep things simple, don’t say anything more than you have to…well that was easy to follow, Yuliya never said anything more than she had to. She always took her time when answering questions, choosing the most precise words to say to keep her words to a minimum. She disliked people who threw words around like they were toys. But words didn’t grow on trees, they were precious, and Yuliya used hers frugally. The thought of using them sent a panic like a shiver through her body and she tensed up at the thought. What if this person wanted to throw around a conversation and she was expected to partake? Maybe she should just take Apollo for a walk until it was over, yes…or maybe she could go visit her brother. Both of those things were good things. Just the thought of doing both of them sent a calming chill through her, and her hand fell off the side of her bed to stroke the head of Apollo lying at the foot on her bed. Yes, Apollo was there, he would protect her, everything was okay.
That was when the person barged in like a ram. Yuliya’s eye widened at the sudden movement and she was overcome with the color orange. Yes, orange, so very orange, without the cheerful optimism of yellow and without the warm protectiveness of red. Orange was fire that sought to destroy, orange was good if it was on your side, it being the first to jump into battle…but on the other side…it was dangerous. Was this orange on Ashlyn’s side? No, not at all. Purple and orange didn’t go together, they clashed horribly. Who was this person then? Why were they here? Yuliya found herself drawing even further into herself and then her worst fear happened, the orange spoke to her.
Not so much to her as at her, and Yuliya didn’t really get what she said but they were spoken angrily and she looked downwards. Why was there an angry person in here? Why were they talking to her? What had she done? She’d thought she’d been having an okay day so far but maybe she’d done something wrong. Did she have to go to the hospital? On days she did something wrong she sometimes had to go to the hospital and they had to look at her and ask her more questions. They’d yell at her for taking her time, they wanted the answers immediately. They told her to say the first word that came to mind but sometimes words didn’t come to mind, sometimes pictures did or colors. Those weren’t words. Words were different. Words were special.
They wanted to know who she was, and a confusing waterfall came over her. She had to decide was name to use because she had so many. Her parents called her Little Albatross. Amri called her Willow. Her grandmother had called her Zorya those past six years. But lately Yuliya had learned that there was a correct answer to this question. She looked down and to the side as she whispered, “Yuliya,” and hoped that would be all they wanted. She felt like she was about to cry. She wanted Amri to be here, blue protected against orange.
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jun 15, 2012 0:10:34 GMT -5
If Ashlyn had hoped Elise might have cooled down in her campaign to make her life miserable whenever she had nothing better to do, she was sorely mistaken.
She knew she looked like an idiot, gaping at her like a fish, but she was still frozen. It was like a part of her brain was hoping if she didn't react then maybe this would all just go away, but of course it didn't work like that. Instead she pushed pass Ashlyn like she was a rag doll. Ashlyn had a bitter taste in her mouth and a disgruntled expression on her face. She hadn't missed her sister's snide reminder about Amri. If Ashlyn had ever gotten around to make a list of her ten worst nightmares, making out with the same guy as her sister would have been one of them.
She didn't want to turn round, but she knew she had to. She slowly moved to face her sister, just as sister locked on Yuliya. Uh oh. For some reason that simple movement made Ashlyn think of shark locking on the scent of blood.
She cringed at her sister's words, even though they weren't directed at her. he head dropped but she glanced worriedly under her hair at Yuliya. She felt guiltily, as though she had someone been responsible for bringing Elise on her roommate. She wished she could communicate with Yuliya, hopefully telling her that he sister was always like this and it wasn't Yuliya's fault and she shouldn't take it personally, but she didn't have ny idea bout how she was supposed to go about doing that. She felt like she should somehow distract her sister so she said. "What are you doing here Elise?" In a tone that while, still Ashlyn-ish, suggested she wanted answers.
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Post by Elise Snow on Jun 15, 2012 0:37:07 GMT -5
As Elise expected, the girl freaked out at the idea of actually having to interact with someone. Well, Elise was pretty intimidating when she wanted to be, she reflected with a smirk as she flicked her hair over her shoulder.
What book had the girl been reading anyway? She leaned forward on her toes. It was kind of hard to tell, but it looked like Queen Rana…something. Elise tried to think of any queens she knew that had that name. None came to mind, which probably meant they weren’t important. Her face pinched in disgust. Who read stuff like that? She wouldn’t even read books about important people. Okay, sure they did something great, but she sure as hell didn’t need to read about it. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. How did these people stand to live such pathetic lives? What was the point? If she’d been them she would have committed suicide within five minutes, no question.
When she looked back at the girl, her eyes were glittering viciously. Ashlyn was saying something, but Elise ignored her just like she used too. “Yuliya” she mimicked her in way that was clearly meant to be insulting, “What kind of name is that?”
Only then did she turn and acknowledge her sister’s question. Her face and voice slipping back into that cheery pitch that she usually reserved for dance team tryouts. “I came to see you honey! Why, aren’t you excited to see me?” Her bitchy smile slid back into place, she should not have this much fun messing with her, but she was.
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jul 10, 2012 13:02:42 GMT -5
She still didn't know who this person was or why they were here. Ashlyn didn't seem happy...were they going to be hurt? She'd been hurt a few times. She remembered being cornered at school and people would shove her around a throw things at her. They'd yell things at her and call her stupid. But she wasn't stupid, was she? She knew about the 15th century Indian ocean trade routes. She knew about the first civil wars of Austrailia. She knew what a gerund was. She knew how dissolved oxygen got into water. She knew how lewis diagrams worked. She knew all the elements in the periodic table. But she was still stupid, always stupid.
The question confused her. What kind of name was Yuliya? There were many different ways to categorize it. It was a Ukrainian name. It was a three syllable name. It was a name that meant “youth.” It was a name most people thought was strange. But she couldn't say these things, these things were too hard to say. Maybe she could write them down but then she would be called stupid for not speaking. Not speaking made a person stupid, that's why Helen Keller was stupid. Apollo hopped up onto the bed and growled and she hid behind him. The words, “Yuliya is my name,” slipped out of her mouth and she backed herself up until she was against the wall. She wanted to leave but the orange person was between her and the door.
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Post by Elise Snow on Jul 23, 2012 19:16:50 GMT -5
Elise hadn’t expected her to say anything, since there was nothing to be said. She gave the girl a demeaning look. “No, really?” She mocked, her voice going high and falsely girly. Had she missed the part where that was a rhetorical question? Apparently, idiot. Ashlyn, at least, had never done that. Though that was because she never said anything.
And now she was backing away? Elise might have laughed if it hadn’t been so ridiculous. But, no, she was going to laugh anyway.
“What’s the matter sweetheart?” she said, taking a step toward the girl. She wasn’t usually the type to close in on someone like that, but at the moment it was just too juicy seeing the girl react to her like that to resist.
“Are you scared?” She saw in a baby voice, and then she chuckled and grinned again. She had forgotten how fun it was to have this kind of hold over people. Too stare down at them and remind them that however good they thought they were it isn’t enough, it could never be enough. Not for her, nor anyone else. It was addicting, really, that power, and Elise had forgotten how much she craved it.
Next her eyes raked over the girl’s appearance. She was kind of short, and definitely weak looking. Like Ashlyn, but more, vulnerable. She had these freaking huge eyes too, which just added to how pathetic she looked. Elise smiled coldly again, she had almost forgotten about her sister in her current obsession with messing with her roommate. Almost.
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jul 28, 2012 15:05:54 GMT -5
There was no way Elise had come all the way down here just to catch up, that was so obvious it wasn’t even worth thinking, but she didn’t know what else to think. Elise had to come here for a reason, but she couldn’t think of one good enough.
She watched as Elise closed in on Yuliya, or rather, didn’t watch, hoping the situation would just go away. But eventually her guilt won out and she looked back at both of them. She found herself growing angry, which surprised her. She didn’t get mad, irritated maybe, but not angry. But now her hands were clenching into fists and she was staring at her sister with an intensity she didn’t know she possessed. Why was she being so mean to Yuliya anyway? Her roommate had done nothing to deserve it, and how could someone do that to Yuliya? Ashlyn hadn’t always had the nicest thoughts about Yuliya, but she would never act on them. And now watching her sister, she felt a sort of defensiveness that surprised her to no end.
She’d thought maybe Elise had been doing this just to annoy her, but now, she wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter; it was still her fault Elise was here. She reached forward and grabbed her sister by the arm.
“I need to talk to you, “she mumbled, yanking as hard as she could. She knew Elise was stronger, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of there. She couldn’t handle this anymore; she just needed to get her sister out of there so she could find out what was going on.
(ooc: sorry its a little rough, think i got the point across though)
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Aug 2, 2012 15:48:18 GMT -5
This girl reminded Yuliya of the boy who had sat next to her in 6th grade, whom the teacher put her next to in hopes that her quiet demeanor and studiousness would rub off on him, only to have it go horribly wrong. She tried to read her science textbook in peace only to have him pull her hair and push her off her chair and call her stupid when she took five minutes to respond to a question because she was working up the nerves to bring her voice to working. At recess he would follow her around and throw rocks at her, because she was weird and stupid and didn't do things right. That's what he told her. That's what all his friends told her. It was because of her. He was the one who was right and she had to be punished for being wrong.
And she was scared, she was very scared because whenever she did something wrong she had to get a new doctor and try a new medication that would make her feel all weird and she was scared of this girl and she didn't know why this was happening. She scooted another bit back and kept her eyes downward, like she was a dog with its tail between their legs, trying to calm herself down, trying not to break down crying and screaming and hiding under the blanket. She could do this, she could do this. But she didn't know to say. She was only okay at telling the truth and she was scared but she didn't want to say that, but she couldn't lie, she was terrible at lying. But what she could do was say a different truth, she could say a different truth so she didn't have to tell that truth. “I want Amri here...”she said quietly.
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OOC:: ooc notes here
LYRICS:: Missing - Evanescence
CREDIT:: by Goldy for Yules the super awesome person
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