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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 25, 2009 17:45:11 GMT -5
Alex gifted Rose with one of her rare smiles. "I'll meet you at the Saturday morning, around seven, ok? Or do you already have plans?" Alex didn't have plans. On weekends she always got up at five or six in the morning, took a shower, got dress, go to he just open Anabell Cafe, then go warm up and pratice dancing. She had no social life and she was proud of it.
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Post by Rosemary Lennix on Sept 28, 2009 11:45:16 GMT -5
Plans? She had absolutely no social life currently...well she had to go shopping with her mother on Friday but that's with your mother. That's not with friends where you spend hours goofing off with different styles of clothes and making fun of the people who go by. "I'll be there." Rose smiled back. "You don't know how much I appreciate this." She said softly, not wanting anyone other than the two of them to hear. Perhaps now she could be decent with her dancing. She might not make a complete fool of herself. [/blockquote]
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 28, 2009 17:59:57 GMT -5
"Rose, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and if your eyes are clouded by insecurities, then you can't see really beauty. Just fake beauty." Alex said, tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's what one of my fathers told me. When you clear your eyes of all your insecurities, you'll be able to dance better if you put a little heart in it."
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Post by Rosemary Lennix on Sept 28, 2009 18:37:19 GMT -5
"I'll try to do that." It was easier said than done, but might as well give it a try? It's better than not trying at all though. "Better to have tried and failed, than to never try at all. Or you could apply what Thomas Edison said. You haven't failed, you just found many ways how not to dance." Some of her geeky self was coming out, but what she said was more trying to convince herself than to impress Alex, anyway...Wow, she has a friend and doesn't even know her last name. Perhaps next time they meet she could ask for it... [/blockquote]
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 28, 2009 20:50:14 GMT -5
Alex laughed, slightly dropping her guard. "Hey you have to try some new things every now and then. I mean, who would have thought that I, Alex Rivers, most easily annoyed person there is, will be tutoring somebody in dance." She smiled, eyes sparkling. She remembered what her first Foster-brother(from her second Foster-family) had said when she offered to help a friend with their dancing. The comment was something like "You? Teach people? Don't make me laught! Haha!".
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Post by Rosemary Lennix on Sept 29, 2009 12:33:16 GMT -5
Rose smiled. "I guess you don't do it very often then, do you? I'll try to be one of the best students you'll ever have." Now that the words had slipped out of her mouth, Miss Lennix had to go above and beyond. She really didn't want to fail dance, but she had never truly been good at her. Wait, her last name was Rivers? Was she the Rivers kid she hears about here and there from the students in the hallways? Perhaps, or perhaps not. She often wondered if anyone ever really knows everyone people say about them behind their backs. Who knows what they could be saying about herself included.
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 29, 2009 17:04:54 GMT -5
Alex knew people talked about her, she wasn't stupid or deaf. Whenever she walked into the bathroom while the preppy/rich clique girls where in there, they went silent. Some people didn't shut up when she pass by and she heard what some of them say. Most of them where right, too. She was in a gang before, she was a Foster-child, she did date one of her foster-brothers before(How they found that out, she didn't know), the cops where watchng her. But there was untrue things, too. She didn't kill anybody, she didn't sleep with said Foster-brother. That was why she hated people. Some of the lies where rediculous.
"I never had a student before," Alex smiled, "so you won't have much compention."
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Post by Rosemary Lennix on Sept 30, 2009 8:46:19 GMT -5
Rose laughed softly, almost trying to cover it up. "That's good to hear. At least now I know I won't have someone else watching my failures at the beginning." Looking around her at the busy people around her, she shook her head. "People are idiots." She whispered, watching as one boy was about two inches from the glass of his game. He was going to loose his sight if he kept playing like that. Or, perhaps you should already call the eye doctor, because the boy was squinting at the screen and concentration rather hard.
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Post by Alex Rivers on Sept 30, 2009 13:13:40 GMT -5
Alex held her finger to her lips and slowly crept towards the boy a few inches away from the video screen. She hated people like that, so every time she sees somebody so close to their screen, she gets bothered.
The boy let out a loud yelp as he suddenly was pushed forwards his screen. Alex stifled a luagh and darted a few feet away from him as his face smashed into the glass. The boy pulled himself away from the game, which he now lost, only missing the high score by two points, and looked around wildly. When he saw that there was nobody near him and a few people where giving him bewildered looks, he shrugged it off and put more quaters into the game.
"Loser," Alex coughed as she went back towards Rose.
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Post by Rosemary Lennix on Oct 1, 2009 14:59:58 GMT -5
"That can't be healthy..." Rose said as the boy continued to play his game. "Some people have obsessions with money and being popular. He has obsessions with video games." It was sad, the way the boy spend money that could be used to buy food or something else other than entertainment for the moment. Shaking her head, she looked at Alex. She felt a certain amount of respect for the girl now. She wasn't shy about doing things that needed to be done.
"You don't know how many times I think of doing it to people like that. It's annoying, how close they lean in." It was the truth, of course some times it goes beyond that. Sometimes she sees the cords of the game and once the kid gets really into it, go pull the plug. "Calling him a loser is a disgrace to losers everywhere."
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Post by Alex Rivers on Oct 1, 2009 17:12:59 GMT -5
Alex laughed. "He's leaning in again. Only, this time there's only two centimeters worth of space between the glass and his face!" She silnetly exclaimed. The brunette adopted a thoughtful look on her face. "You thought of doing it before? Why don't you go conk him on the head and make his face meet the glass again. That idiot should learn not to lean so close in." She remembered one of her brother was such a video game freak that he pulled the game controller from the PS2. Five times. In an hour. Every day.
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Post by Rosemary Lennix on Oct 2, 2009 8:30:19 GMT -5
"Why not just pull the plug so the game blanks and he can't play anymore?" She did agree with Alex though. Sometimes she should just go do what's on her mind, she just didn't like making enemies. It was the only thing that kept her from doing it. "He won't like the fact he'll have to wear glasses later on. " She commented as her lips began to curl upward at the tips. "Perhaps you could make his head hit the glass again, but while he's distracted I could pull the plug on the game so he won't be looking quite so ridiculous.
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Post by Alex Rivers on Oct 2, 2009 17:03:32 GMT -5
Alex gave her a look. "You aren't one of those every-one-must-love-me people are you?" Alex asked. She hated people like that. They where so fake. She could never teach somebody like that. she would end up strangling them. This could not be good.
Once she had a Foster-Step-sister(It was her Foster-mother's, who brought her into the family before her first husband died of a car crash, husband's daughter.) that was like that and she ended up trying to throw her off the roof.
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Post by Rosemary Lennix on Oct 3, 2009 18:55:17 GMT -5
"Not really, I have people who dislike me, and I'm ok with it. I just don't want to make an enemy out of someone I haven't met yet." Rose said, looking straight in Alex' eyes. "I don't carry a grudge against them, and they really haven't done anything to me, so I see no reason to go pushing their faces into glass." Rose looked at the boy, the unknown boy who had been the object of their conversation without knowing it, turn away from the machine after kicking it. He put his hands in his now empty pockets, or at least Rose assumed they were empty from the pitiful look on his face, and trudged out of arcade. "Should I talk to you later, or can we get something to eat? I'm hungry, how about you?"
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Post by Alex Rivers on Oct 5, 2009 20:39:34 GMT -5
"I'll talk to you later, Rose. I still have to finish my Public Speaking outline." Alexandra replied, thinking of a quick excuse. She really didn't want to stay here any longer. It wasn't because of Rose, she could get along with her, but the Jocks where coming soon and she really didn't feel like getting sent to the Deans office for pulling a cheerleader' extensions out... again. The cheerleaders, they got under her skin, always clinging to the jocks. And the jocks where stereotypical.
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