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Post by laciackerley on Nov 5, 2010 21:03:00 GMT -5
Laci Anne Ackerley sat down on her bed. Tonight was going to be epic, and she knew it. She put on her stilettos, zipping them up and then walked over to the mirror. Her blonde hair fell in loose curls down to her shoulders, her gray dress made her bright blue eyes stand out. She looked down at her heels and smirked. This was when being an Ackerley really paid off. Every woman in the family could walk in any insane heel. Ackerley girls were practically born in heels.
Laci took a deep breath, smiled and strutted out of the common room. She walked up to the Room of Requirement, which she had set up earlier that day. The sound of heels clicking on the stone floor echoed down the corridor as she walked past the door three times, thinking of the room that she had set up. When she was finished, she opened the large wooden door and entered the room. Silver streamers lined the walls and the lights changed colors. It would give anyone the impression of a crazy nightclub. Music was blasting, not crappy music though, music that made you want to get up and dance.
The blonde stood in the middle of the room, gazing around. No one had shown up yet because she had gone early to make sure that everything was perfect. Kristen and Tuesday were supposed to be there soon. Laci wondered what happened to Ethan. She was sure that he had seen the invitation in his common room, but she never heard anything about him coming.
Laci grabbed a fire whiskey at the bar, turned around and walked back out of the wooden doors, taking a seat under the window. She didn’t want to be in there by herself. Being anywhere by herself, freaked her out. She couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome the party was going to be once people showed up. Laci took a few swigs of her fire whiskey, practically finishing it. Oh how the night has not even begun yet. She set the glass down next to her and waited. Only a few minutes later did she hear footsteps echoing up the corridor. A smile tugged at the corners of Laci’s mouth. Her first guests were arriving.
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Post by bex on Nov 7, 2010 11:47:30 GMT -5
 A FISTFUL OF LIES, DRESSED UP IN DISGUISE,
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Staring blankly at her reflection Nataliya stood in front of the tall mirror that stretched across the dormitory wall. Normally Nat only tossed a glance into the mirror to double check that she hadn't woken from bed looking like a relative of some troll before heading off to class, but tonight she had fretted in front of the shiny glass for more time then was really necessary. Twisting on the balls of her feet, her bare toes digging into the carpeting Nataliya peered intently at the image that looked back at her. The image that looked back at her was vaguely unfamiliar, an echo of the girl that Nataliya had been before everything. Taking a long breath Natlaliya allowed herself to scrutinize her appearance one last time.
The dress she wore was simple, dark satin clinging tightly to her torso before drifting down her legs, the hemline ending only a few inches above her knees. The showcasing of her bare shoulders and legs made up for the simplicity of the dress, and Nataliya could feel a twinge of self consciousness as her eyes darted across all of her exposed skin. Ignoring it, she moved her inspection onward. Long dark strands of hair had been teased into loose waves before being bundled and twisted into a casual knot at the nape of her neck, deliberate tendrils escaping the hold of the elastic to brush against her cheek in small curls. She had kept her make up simple, not wanting to look as if she had spent the majority of her evening getting ready. Her cheeks carried the slight hint of a flush, just a shimmering pink along the bones of her face, and her lips were just as bare, only smudged with a faint stain. With her eyes Nataliya had applied a little more effort, with a coat of mascara and a swipe of eyeliner to ensure that her lashes were dark enough to make a striking contrast against the vivid green of her irises.
There was nothing more she could do and Nataliya sank down onto her bed with a groan. What was she doing? She was going to a party with her ex boyfriend, as friends. Nataliya never thought she would have seen this day coming, and yet her she was, fussing and fretting in front of the mirror. Cole had always been different then the other boys she had dated, and he was the only boy she had taken a chance with after the incident. Their relationship had been fraught with tension and arguments but Nat realized she could still look back and find enough happy memories to make all the fighting worthwhile. Last night they had both tried to understand why their relationship had fallen apart so messily, and had come to the conclusion that neither of them had been ready for it but Nataliya knew deep down that she was the reason for their break up. She didn't know if she ever have a normal relationship again, too scared of what could happen. Nat couldn't help herself from closing off when people touched her, and with Cole it had been hard to not freak out. It had taken months for her to finally been able to relax with him just holding her, and she knew that had been something that bothered him. Even the little kiss on the cheek that he had left her with had managed to strike a nerve, but he had been gone before Nat could react.
Shaking her head, Nat leaned down to slip her shoes on and fasten them. She was being silly. They had both agreed to leave the past where it belonged, and move on. Cole couldn't possibly know about what had happened, and tonight she just need to relax and enjoy a night of fun. Grabbing her bag Nataliya slowly made her way from the dorm to the seventh floor. The closer she became to the Room of Requirements the more tempted she was to to turn back but Nat forced herself forward. Reaching the spot she slowly paced out the three turns of the corridor, gaining entrance to the room.
Stepping inside Nataliya took a minute to take in her surroundings, the flashing lights making it hard to focus on any one thing and instead forcing her eye to wander about the whole length of the room. There was only a few people in the room, most of them standing in little groups as a slight blonde girl moved around the room to converse with everyone. Turning her attention away Nataliya instead looked around the room Cole, knowing that she was early and it was unlikely that he would be here already.
TAG - COLE, PARTY PEOPLE
WORDS - 794,
NOTES - THIS RAMBLES,
OUTIFT - CLICK
TUNES - sympathy, billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by yumi on Nov 19, 2010 6:37:01 GMT -5
 THERE'S-A-STRANGER-IN-MY-BED[/font] THERE'S-A-POUNDING-IN-MY-HEAD[/center][/size][/font] testin', babeeh, posting soon <3 No tuesday muse atm ! <3
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Post by ryan on Nov 27, 2010 16:53:09 GMT -5
 (What's It Feel Like[/b][/size] )• T O • B E • A • G H O S T •[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
The typewriter clicked and clacked in metallic notes as the boy struck the keys with his smoothed fingertips. This gesture always signaled the beginning of a typical night for Ryan Wake. His fingers worked quickly as he began spilling the few new ideas that had popped into his head during his Friday morning classes. The typewriter captured his thoughts, like paper and canvas does with artists, and in the first page a story spilled out, the first few lines painting the image of the forbidden forest, complete with the sounds of thunderous rain. He stopped for a moment, mainly to read over the first several lines that had poured out of his fingers and onto the page, but also to position himself better on the four post bed that was adorned with the typical blue curtains assigned to his house.
Ryan's emerald eyes gazed over the page as he did this unconscious maneuver. At first the typical boyish charmed smile shown bright as he read over the first two lines, but it was the third and fourth that caused it to warp into a grimace, and by the end of the page his face was red with anger. He tossed the writer off his lap and onto the bed, the springs giving a little bounce from the shock. This didn't satisfy him enough, so an effort to make his feelings more plain, he reached over and tore the page out with and angered swipe, wadding it up in his palms and tossing it to the doorway.
The paper skidded and stopped in front of another guy's foot. "I take it that Hogwarts inspiring writer has a short up top, eh?" The guy said with a grin as he gazed over at Ryan sitting Indian-style on the mattress. "Oh shut it, Matt." Ryan replied , rolling his eyes a bit as he leaned back against the headboard, placing his arms behind his head for comfort. Matt grinned and chuckled a bit, going and sitting down at the end of the bed. "You know what you need, Wake? You need to get out and clear your head, and I know the perfect place to go." With this Matt slipped out his invitation to Laci's party and flung it at him. Ryan caught it with a grin and sat up looking down at the invite. "Weird, I wonder how come I never got one." "Well you've only been back for a month and half Ryan my friend, news of the famous writer has circulated around the school quite yet. But you could always go to this! Think about it as your press release party for a book or something!" Ryan rolled his eyes again and punched his friend lightly on the arm.
Matt was right though. It was no shocker that he didn't get an invite to a party, even though he use to attend them all last year before he left. No body really knew why Ryan left halfway through the year, but the ones who saw him were sure glad he returned. Matt was right about another thing, he needed to get out more like he use to. "Well I can't go out like this." He chuckled looking down at the flannel pajama pants and white t-shirt he had on. "Well, take a moment and get dressed! I'll meet you down stairs." Matt concluded before he got up and left the dorm. As soon as the door shut Ryan jumped to his feet and began to scramble to his trunk.
There was nothing really formal that Ryan had brought, minus the tux that his father had given him, but even he knew that was a bit too much for this occasion. His hands pulled and dragged numerous articles this way and that until he found a pair of blue jeans and a green flannel shirt, the usual Ryan Wake specialty. He slipped off the pajama pants, replacing them with the dark faded blue jeans. He tossed the flannel on over his white shirt and the spun around to gaze at the looking glass at the other side of the dorm. He grinned brightly, running a hand over the back of his hair from where he had laid against the backboard, but the rest still looked as messy as when he had gotten up. Now in an eager state, he hurriedly slammed the trunk and placed some shoes on his feet before making a full run down the stairs.
"Looking good." Matt said with a grin as he watched Ryan run down the stairs. "Let's get a move on! I swear you are slower than my grandma at times."
It only took a few moments to reach the Seventh floor and the hallway to the Room of Requirement. They both turned their way down the hall three times and then watched as the wall crumbled and the door appeared. They both walked in and for a moment, Ryan's heart fell. All he could see at first was darkness and his legs started to shake, but just then the music and lights appeared and the fear fell away. he was rather relieved, seeing as it would be really heard to explain why he froze in the middle of the dance floor in front of everyone. Matt looked at him and blinked. "You okay, Ryan?" Ryan nodded and cleared his throat before smiling. "Yeah, just blanked for a moment." Matt chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Good, cause this guy is not going to be carrying your big 6'3 self all the way down to the common room again, with or without magic." And with that Matt walked in and vanished into the lights and sounds of pulsating music.
Ryan grinned brightly and proceeded to follow in, making a bee line shot to the bar.
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WORDS! 980
STATUS! complete
NOTES! Can you say muse explosion?!?
TAGS! PARTY!?
OUTFIT!CLICK
INSPIRATION! What's it feel like to be a ghost?- takingbacksunday
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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Post by spazzchild on Nov 27, 2010 21:40:56 GMT -5
Lexi fidgetted in front of her mirror. she didn't usually wear dresses, but tonight she was going to a party. Not just any party, but a party with Rhys. Just the thought of him sent butterflies through her stomach. The dress stopped just before her knees. It was black and had beading at the top. Her heels were high, much to her dismay. Lexi was a clutz. The last thing she needed was to fall. The only makeup she wore was siren red lip stick. She actually didn't look that bad. It was just different. Usually she blended in, but tonight she was going to stand out. Her wavy hair had been straightened and put up. She felt pretty. with one last uncertain glance she left the comforts of her dorm and stepped into the hallway.
'You can do this . You can do this. You can do this' Lexi told herself over and over. She was not the partying type. In fact, it was a shock she even got invited. She would go and have fun, but no drinking. She had a strict 'no drinking' rule for herself. Bad things happened when she drank, namely she violently threw up and such.
She walked into the room of requirments where a few people were already there. She saw Ryan Wake, who had been one of her closest friends in the whole world before he left at the bar. She contemplated going up to him.
The room looked great, and the music was loud. It was sure to be a great party, and more people were already walking in. Her uncertainty was back. Everybody looked really good. What if she didn't? Stupid self consiousness. Making Lexi doubt herself. She didn't want to look like a loser standing by herself, even if she was waiting for Rhys but she didnt know anybody in the room besides Ryan. She should say something to him, but there was nothing to say.
Having fun was never something that came to Lexi easily. She over thought, over-analized and was way to careful. People often told her to loosen up.They were probably right, but she didnt care. She was who she was. Tonight, the only thing that mattered was having fun. And that is what Lexi told herself whille she waited.
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