Ideal Wondering [Open]

[airhead]

Unrushed, her stride was easy going. There clearly was no true destination in mind. A gentle, chilly, breeze lifted the ends of her gently waving platinum blonde hair. The soft clicking of her heels on the cement of the walkway ceased as she stepped off into the cool grass. The ground was a little hard leaving her safe from sinking into the soil with her heels as they had a tendency of doing. After a while of walking she found a location that suited her needs, in the small patch of sun, it was a warmer day, and the sun was out and Aubrey was going to take full advantage of this chance.

Carefully she set down the folded blanket and settled on it legs crossing and set down the little armful of things to the side as she settled, gathering her hair and resettling it back. Pale fingers nimbly lifted the little pencil box and took out a wood pencil and eraser which she set on top of the box and picked up the little book flipping it open to the latest page. Instead of a normal notebook with was a music sheet book, with the special lines, half the page was already filled out with complex series of notes already drawn onto the lines. Leveling the pencil and settling the notebook on her leg which she bent up and settled into the long effort of finishing her newest piece, one of ten she had written in the last few years.

Softly humming the notes she paused once in a while to put a note or more down and then started over on the section before working on to find the next piece of notes she wanted to work in. Aubrey let her-self fall into the world of music as she worked, letting the scant warmth settle into her skin, and the gentle cool breezes play with her hair. Every now and then she would pause to retuck her hair behind an ear. After nearly an hour of working she stopped with a soft sigh and looked up and around her to see what had changed around her. The weekend was often quiet for her. Aubrey wasn’t overly known in the school, keeping to her studies and music the last few months since she had been enrolled at the school. So the fact she wasn’t surrounded people like she used to be was no surprise anymore.

The French teenager closed her book and uncrossed her legs leaning back supporting her-self on a hand and looked around the lawn, grey eyes steady and curious. She needed to find something to do. Spending another weekend just sitting around working on her writing and practicing was not ideal. It was about time Aubrey made at least one friend. It’s not like there was a language barrier for her, heck she knew five languages fluently and two others roughly. It simply was that for once she felt out of place, which was odd for her. Nearly every year she had moved but she knew no one here, not even her grandfather, the sense of security she had with her father or mother was not here anymore. It was time to stop hiding behind her violin and writing and play social now. Question was who to turn to first.

Aubrey sat up and tossed her hair back biting the corner of her lip thoughtfully as she ran her fingers through her hair. She would make an attempt to reach out to the next person she came across, that’s what she would do, and not in school. Talking to people in class was no good. No, she wanted a chance to really get the feel of the other person she would meet. That required at least ten minutes. Yes, that was what she would do. Aubrey released the lip and gave a small smile to her-self. That seemed like a solid idea.

Word Count// 657
Character Mood// Thoughtful
Charcater Outfit// Click Here
Authors Note// Anyone is welcome ^^

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[Tamara George]

Tam moved down onto the grass, pausing momentarily to flick away a bit of dirt that settled on her shoe. It was a warmer day then it'd been for the majority of the weeks and she was starting to think that perhaps her jacket wasn't going to be as vital as she thought it would. Her bracelets jangled as she undid the buttons and eventually slipped it off, hanging it over the side of her bag and letting her blonde hair out of the navy hairband she'd only discovered she had that morning.

She was finally beginning to get a proper feel for the place, she'd met an amazing guy AND she was even beginning to get used to being away from her usual home in London...oh and the shopping of course. She hadn't even had to use her card recently, the most she ever really bought were things from Starbucks and perhaps the odd thing from one of the clothes stores in town. Her stepmum had sent her a few things but mostly they'd been unflattering and old looking (not in a good way either) so she'd taken the initiative to store them away, perhaps to use the material for something else later.

She'd got a few things from her old friends too, mostly updates as to what was going on but it wasn't really the same as actually being there...either way, she'd have to get used to the distance at some point and there was no point moping over it. She'd even decided to do some decorating in her room, not painting or anything but personalizing it so that it was a little more exciting.

She walked forward not really minding where she was going until she'd already stepped onto the blanket. She looked round before she spotted another girl.

"Oh shit, sorry," She said looking at the muddy stain she'd left.

Outfit!

[airhead]

A sight escaped the French girls lips as she closed her eyes and leaned back one more letting her arm support her and uncrossed her legs letting one strength out and the other bend up. The blonde had been utterly focused on the peaceful soft breeze caressing her face when a voice pulled her to reality. Grey eyes fluttered upon to turn up to the source of the feminine voice and then glanced at the blanket which the other had glanced down at. A line brow lifted and her gaze found the other blondes this time when she looked up. A small smile appeared upon her glossy pink lips.

“Impair”, she commented in French before raising and tossing her hair over her shoulder. A warm smile was given. “Don’t worry about it, this is nothing special, an outdoor blanket is meant to get dirty”, Aubrey said with a slight shrug. She wrapped an arm over her waist and held her bicep with the other glancing at the print before her attention turned back to the girl who had made said print. She unfolded her arms and offered a hand. “Bonjour, I am Aubrey Chevalier”, quickly said, realizing it might be considered rude not to introduce one’s self here, then again she was still learning about American culture, it was quiet odd here. Europe was so much easier. “I love the touch you made with the oxfords, the perfect touch”, she commented glancing at the shoes responsible for the mishap.

Grey eyes went to the blonde looking her over getting a feel for this one. At least memorizing what she looked like. She was a beauty, Aubrey was sure her hair felt as silky as it looked. Not that she would try and touch. She learned fast that touching wasn’t always good here, though she had been to many places where kisses on the cheeks to total strangers were perfectly normal. No this one seemed strongly routing to the boys, which was fine, she didn’t seem like her type, but potential friend material a very strong possibility, her fashion taste was pretty good as far as she could tell. Expensive as well, not that Aubrey was any different, and she went through clothes like a cat went through yarn, fast.

Word Count// 379
Character Mood// Surprised, pleased
Charcater Outfit// Didn’t change
Authors Note//

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[Tamara George]

"Tamara, Tamara George...just call me Tam though," She smiled taking her hand and shaking it before sitting herself down, finding it a little odd talking to the girl when she was looking down at her.

"You have an amazing accent," She smiled curling her legs beneath her so that she was more comfortable, supporting herself with her arm.

"So I haven't seen you around before...then again I am exceptionally unobservant but...did you transfer or something?" She asked curiously, it seemed a little stupid to ask if she were French because it was obvious from her accent just like her accent betrayed the fact that she was English.

She looked down at her shoes when Aubrey commented on them before looking up and smiling.

"Thank you. Nice necklace," She complimented in return.

[airhead]

“A pleasure”, Aubrey replied warmly after shaking the others hand. She let it go after a moment. Grey eyes watching with curiosity. Her accented was familiar, after all she had lived in England for two years, she knew a British accent if she heard one. So she wasn’t the only foreigner around. It was a good thing to keep in mind. Aubrey flashed a warm smile at the complement. “Merci”, she said with a slight tip of her head.

The blonde settled back when she was joined by her temporally found companion. Hopefully this one would be someone she could spend more than a few minutes with. She really did strike Aubrey as friend material. “Your right, I have only been here for about two months. I was staying with my grandfather my first two months before hand. My parents sent me over here hoping it would do me some good”, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “And you clearly are not from here, how long have you been in the States”, she asked curiosity getting the best of her. Aubrey was not always a good tactician after all.

Aubrey gave a small smile at the returned comment on her own attire. She once again inclined her head and shook her long locks back. “Merci”, she murmured once more. For some reason no matter where she was she never said thanks any other way. Not that it bothered her. Most knew the word, it was universal you could say. Or so it would seem, she never heard a complaint before at least.

Word Count// 262
Character Mood// Content
Charcater Outfit// Hasn’t changed
Authors Note//

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[Tamara George]

Tam couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Oh, parents moving for 'your own good', I've never quite understood how that worked," She teased lightly.

"Oh I started here like a week after I arrived so I guess it's been about three months...it seems like ages ago now, everyone's reeeally friendly here so I'm sure you'll fit in," She smiled amiably.

She leant her head on her shoulder, the gentle breeze causing her golden blonde hair to brush past her shoulder. She picked at the tip of one tress, before she looked back, deciding that spending her time catering for her vanity when she was talking to someone wasn't exactly the best message.

"So, here's a rather obvious question, do you miss home?" She asked.

[airhead]

That was something Aubrey was sure every teenager who had to experience the ‘move for your own good’ would say. It made no sense, how could being removed from one’s normal routine be good for them? Granted she was used to moving around but here there was no Mema, Chris, Ma, Pa, and no Queen. She could get over not having her friends in France because she and they were used to this separation, but it was her constants she had despite the moving about that she missed dearly. “It is a nothing short of a mystery”, She agreed wholly with the British girl.

“Well if that’s so then I’ll have to pay more attention to my surroundings then, missing out on the opportunity to meet someone worth hanging around just won’t do”, Aubrey mused lightly with a small smile. It would make the point of adapting to ones situation pointless if she avoided chances like this. It seemed almost the moment she decided to make and effort the chance jumped at her. It gave her hope that this could turn into something a little better. So far she had a prospective friend, now perhaps the chance to meet someone crush worthy was her next goal. A few dates never hurt anyone after all. When the time was right she would have to see if Tammy knew any juicy gossip, and any decent guys. Because let’s face if Tammy was straighter than a board, she wouldn’t know the dateable girls. It didn’t matter anyway, she liked guys a little more anyway.

Gray eyes turned on the other blonde when she asked her next question. Aubrey bit her lip a moment. “I don’t miss home per say, just the people. I don’t really have a ‘home, home’ with all the moving I have done, but I miss my parents, my grandmother, moms fiancé, and my cat”, Aubrey explained and looked at the sky. “What about you”, she asked glancing at her possible friend.

Word Count// 332
Character Mood// Content
Charcater Outfit// Didn’t change
Authors Note//I was too lazy to finish the codes sorry ><

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[Tamara George]

"Where are your parents then?" She asked curiously. Her parents...well parent who could hardly carry that title, stepmother who probably fit the title of 'nagging mother' far more aptly and a real mother who was too busy being a goddess of lust, love and all those things in between were all a considerable distance away. She didn't particularly miss them either, she certainly didn't miss her real mother due to the simple fact she'd never actually met her. Her father was fun but a 40 year old bloke who continued to carry on with the libido of a teenage boy and still looked to be growing into his already considerable responsibilities did get a little old...not that she'd ever have admitted it.

"I miss home like crazy," She admitted with a laugh.

"I'm still in contact with my friends but it's not the same. They go on about some party and who did what with who but...it's not exactly the same. I was out all the time and I swear I haven't had a hangover since I got here," She laughed.

"Then again I guess I wouldn't have met my half sister...and my boyfriend...I dunno if I'd go back or not. I guess that's a real indicator, if you've settled in and you'd give it all up to go back..." She mused.

[airhead]

Aubrey leaned back a little more biting the inside of her cheek thinking of the best way to explain where her parents were. It would figure others would find it an oddity she was here and they were not. The situation was crazy as it was anyway, so explaining was a tad difficult. “Well, my mother is currently in Paris, she only ever leaves for business. I think my father was moving back to Berlin for a few months, some little request from one the universities there or something. But I think he is either about to leave or is already in Austria”, she said with a shrug and glanced at the other blond from the corner of her eye, wondering about her reaction. “I’m staying with my dad’s dad at the moment”, she added off handedly. For her this was normal, the uncertainty and touch of chaos that was her life.

The blonde listened to Tammy as she spoke, completely interested. She understood the feeling of missing things. It was a constant in her life. Her friends were always in the constant state of same with a slight change when she returned. It bothered her that she never had that chance, to know everything, what was going on, when things happened and so on. This was a frustration Aubrey knew without a single doubt. “I wouldn’t know much about settling down, but when you’re comfortable someplace you can always find your stride once again when you return. Things will change or stay the same, and it is bothersome at first but it’s something we over come. Just wait for if you do go back, even for a short while. It’s always crazy going back”, she said with a sort of giggle.

Aubrey flopped back and rested an arm under her head the other rested gently on her flat belly as she looked up at the sky, puffy few clouds sluggishly moving so far above them. “Though you will have changed. I think it depends on how much you change. Some people jump right back into the old without a bit of trouble, Pa does it every time. Me not so much. I often find my friends a little too enduring. And if you have a guy, well if your questioning returning to him, well I don’t think you really want to. It seems to me that you want to start fresh here completely”, she trailed off there and turned her head so bright gray eyes were on the girl next to her. “For you I would say to simply follow your whims, give them a chance and see what path they lead you on”, Aubrey offered with a lift of a brow. She had just given advise and insight, something she rarely did, it made her smile amused at her-self. Really she was being silly, she just meet this girl and already was telling her, her story and offering suggestions for her troubles. This just felt so natural. She liked Tammy, she was without a doubt best friend material.

Word Count// 510
Character Mood// Calm
Charcater Outfit// Hasn’t Changed
Authors Note// Sorry for the wait ><

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[Tamara George]

"Wow, that's...complicated, so you're dad's a lecturer? What kind of thing?" She asked curiously. Her aunt...well step aunt..,she couldn't be sure if there were really any such thing as a step aunt but it was sense in her head, anyway she was a lecturer in one of those subjects with a ridiculously long title. She'd tried passing on her pearls of so called 'wisdom' but it had just sounded like a long stream of dull monotone nonsensical babbling. Tam wasn't stupid (much to everyone's surprise) in fact she was rather clever...she just mostly disliked the actual process of learning things.

Tam laughed.

"My friends ARE the definition of crazy, I could only guess at what they'd be like after all that time," She laughed shaking her head.

"It must be really crap moving all the time, I'd never moved before, my parents just kind of sprung on me after...well I had this kind of messed up relationship with this guy and my stepmum thought I needed a 'fresh start'. I didn't actually have a say in the matter but apparently you can't have everything," She laughed.

"It's probably best if I don't follow my impulses!" She laughed.

"Believe me, I have a lot of them and they've gotten me into all kinds of shit but I don't think I want to leave any time soon, I love my old friends, really do and all but it would just be a waste," She said shaking her head slightly with a small smile.