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Post by Silvia Irissia Davis on Aug 17, 2011 19:25:14 GMT -5
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She say's she is no good
With words but I'm worse...
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Silvia sighed sipping whatever it is she was drinking. She wasn’t exactly in the mood for going around the school like some idiot wondering who she should run up to first. But she wasn’t in the mood for sitting alone either. In fact, she was starting to feel very self-conscious, which drove her to picking the first thing off the menu without thinking. The coffee burned her tongue but she ignored the searing pain. Her brownish black eyes locked on the napkin on the table.
She didn’t expect anyone to walk up to her and converse, all she expected was for someone who seemed reasonably sane and around her age to appear. Someone who didn’t look…Well…like her parents. Of which she was currently mad at. The reasoning simple. Who in the right mind would be glad to have been dumped at a boarding school and in a form abandoned for the second time in their life? Sure she knew her real father was Apollo, the Greek God of music and light. But that still didn’t mean he could dump her like she was garbage, or he couldn’t at least make her real mother stay and tend her.
Shrugging off the frustration she looked ahead now. How is it now, out of all times she was finally feeling the normal anger towards her parents. Both adoptive and biological. Sighing softly under her breathe she stared at the half empty cup. The taste now nauseating and not worth her money. Frowning she stared down at the white cream. Why the hell did she come here? Out of all places here? Then order this repulsive drink. Pushing it away from her she rubbed her hands together as if trying to rub off the taste of bitter coffee mixed with sweet cream. ”Who in the right mind would enjoy drinking whipped cream?” she wondered under her breathe. Her anger obviously getting the best of her.
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Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
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Word Count:: three-two-one
Tags: OPEN
Notes: .....
Lyrics: Dance Dance; Fall Out Boy
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Post by Katanya Rhea Donovan on Aug 23, 2011 14:23:34 GMT -5
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Katanya gave her tire a frustrated kick, which did more damage to her already bruised toes than to her flat tire. "See if I ever buy a tire from that place again!" Kat had a bad feeling in her gut when the man at the auto shop told her these tires were one hell of a deal, because they weren't. He might have been a good salesperson, even if the item he was selling wasn't in working order. The tire lasted her a good three days before it popped when Kat was returning home from the grocery store. She looked down at the white watch that snugly fit around her wrist and her lips formed into a frown when she read the time. She had to be at work in ten minutes...and unless she called a taxi cab, she was going to be miserably late. Well isn't this just peachy...
She had a handful of job applications to read through, several of the teenagers were students at Richmond High which could only mean one thing. She could be forced to hire the jaw-dropping Aphrodite children who could charm a sea of boys with one hair flip. For as long as she could remember, they absolutely terrified her. She could barely speak when she was face to face with one...and her words were a stuttered wreck of choppy syllabubs. She had always been afraid of anyone who could make her feel inferior, insecure, or downright scared. From day one, Kat hated the face she saw in the mirror and would do anything to go back in time and convince her mother that the man wearing nothing but black was nothing but trouble. Her mother always did have a thing for men with a dark side.
"I guess I'm calling a cab..." Taxi cab drivers were human, right? At least she'd never met a demigod driver. "Mind taking me to Starbucks? I'm the manager...." That last bit of information was useless to the driver, but she tossed him a twenty and told him to step on the gas. Please.
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Post by Silvia Irissia Davis on Aug 23, 2011 17:05:23 GMT -5
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I can picture your face on the other side...
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The traffic outside the window made Silvia frown with frustration. To get to the school she either A.would need a taxi or B. Will need directions. Both of which didn't seem like very pleasant choices. Sighing softly she slid the cup from one side to the next with a slight frown. Her distaste on the drink growing by the second. Starbucks, before 10 minutes use to be a cafe she enjoyed going to. Now...she wanted to throw this bitter whip cream slop at the face of who made it. But shr knew better than to act like a bitch and scold them for the coffee. Since she did infect order it.
Not the best way to make friend's now is it? Throwing this nasty liquid at someone who may or may not be a student in her school. And to add to this she didn't know if the maker of such a foul coffee was child of Zeus and would just send five bolts at her, or child of Nemesis and hold a grudge until eternity ends. Which wasn't the perfect picture of a great friend. Then again, Silvia didn't have much of a picture of a great friend. Do far her friends are either miles away, or in a party, also miles away. Not that she cared, shr had been to enough partied to satisfy her curiosity, but she wasn't a large fan of having help your drunk friend walk home. Especially if she vomits on your shoe. Not that Silvia drank, at least not much, she had her occasional cup of wine, but she never drank more than a cup. Not wanting to give people the pleasure of seeing her drunk and loopy.
Sighing she stared out the window absent mindedly. Silvia couldn't help but feel that their may not be any Demi-gods around Richmond, and that she was the only daughter of Apollo here. Of course this wasn't true, but she hadn't meet anyone here, and soo far the people she had meet were old and wrinkly giving her schedules and pushing her out the door. Yes, the ideal people Silvia did not want as friends. Normally Silvia was open to anyone, but when you start telling her what to do and pushing her around problems tend to arise in a very mad manner. Looking out the window she watched a taxi pull up. A young woman seated inside, maybe she isn't another human... Silvia thought hopefully as she awaited her to enter.
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Completely Oblivious...
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Word Count:: sorry I don't know...
Tags: Kat, open
Notes: sorry computer crashed so I'm on my iPod. Will do better next time.
Lyrics: I Bored of Your Love; Meg and Dia
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