Post by melrose olivier. on Jan 7, 2010 1:07:34 GMT -5
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MELROSE SIENNA OLIVIER.
NINETEEN & RESIDENT.
VANESSA ANNE HUDGENS.
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"thank you for meeting with me. the fact that you're lying down on this couch means that we're past the hardest part. now tell me, what brings you here today? what is currently bothering you?"
"alright and how has these problems affected you in life? how have you changed as a person?"
"mmmm. i understand. now, could you tell me a little bit about your life? your childhood? things like that. please remember, everything you tell me is confidential."
"and tell me now, what is the biggest regret of your life?"
"that's a shame. now tell me the best thing that has ever happened to you."
"that sounds quite lovely. seeing as we're now on the topic of love -- are you seeing somebody? and is it love? if not, have you ever been in love and with who? what's your general opinion on love?"
"okay, i'm starting to understand you better but i'd like to know how you feel about yourself. are there any insecurities you have?"
"now describe how you see yourself personality wise and then tell me how others perceive you."
"tell me a secret."
"i know this might seem a little odd but i'd like to ask you about your drug habits. it's crucial in me decoding you as a person."
"oh no. it looks like we're running out of time. any last words?"
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hi, my name is elizabeth, and i am seventeen. i've been roleplaying for two and half years or so and i also play no one else yet on dressed to digress. i like pudding.
Fruitless wasn't the proper explanation for her trip back home, long and a little depressing maybe, but not entierly fruitless. Coming back had felt so weird, she'd avoided coming back to South Africa as much as she could, but she figured it would be inevitable. She just hadn't realized how soon inevitable would come and that Gabriel would be the vehicle and driving force behind that inevitably, he inevitably brought a smile to her and she twirled the ring around her finger. Dropping her gaze from the airplane window she looked down at the ring, it sparkled in the sunlight that fell in through the window and even now it still gave her stomach a flutter, she was such a seventh grader. Smiles and tears had been her first reaction when he had asked her, the same reaction her mom had when she had seen Nai walk through the door of the tiny house that hadn't changed a bit in the last year and a half, though when her eyes had finally landed on the ring that Nai had been trying to hide with her hand in her lap or under her hair, the smiles were gone. Her mothers' opinions on marriage had not changed at all in the past year and a half and her opinions on getting married at only 18 seemed to have increased two fold in the time Nai was gone. Most of the warm feelings her mother had held when Na'ima had stepped through the door seemed to have dissipated – and rapidly. There wasn't any yelling but the tone and look and pretty much everything about the succeeding words might as well have been her raging and throwing things around. Then there was the matter of refusing to look at her for the rest of the day and the only comments she got was "You can stay for as long as you need." Plus plenty of staring at the ring on Nai's finger and shaking her head, tears glittering her eyes before the end of the day. Of course her grandmother was worried she was pregnant, that Nai had become too much of her mom and had given herself up to a pretty man and now was being forced into some kind of patched up marriage.
Kelia and her best friend Nya had been the only ones who had given her the reaction she wanted, there was plenty of giggling and ooh's and ahh's. Nya and Kelia both agreed to be present for the wedding, but at that point whether or not her mother would be in attendance was debateable. Her dad wouldn't be there, of course, he hadn't been home in awhile and her mom didn't think he'd be home in time. That didn't really vex her much, her father had never been there for anything else why on Earth would he want to attend her wedding? The bitter edge that took her thoughts made her sigh and she looked back out the window, trying to focus on the city landscape below her where she was going to meet Gabe in a few minutes when this plane finally landed. He was happy that he'd finally mended the rift between Na'ima and her mother that had formed when she had left South Africa, he was also a little smug, especially when he saw her off from Sea-Tac. The trip had mostly yielded the results he wanted, but when she delivered the verdict her mom had handed to her the day she left, moments before Kelia was driving her back into the airport he'd no doubt be upset. She had been, she'd cried pretty much the whole way back to the airport, so much she wasn't sure how she'd been able to hold that much water. Kelia had done her best to comfort her but it did little to sooth her. By all accounts Nai shouldn't have been surprised that her mom would refuse to show up, she was just hoping her mom would surprise her like she had when she was happy to see Nai instead of hating her for leaving in the middle of the night and staying gone for over a year. Maybe this was her punishment instead, her mom would still love her but she wouldn't attend the wedding. Tears began to sting in her eyes again and she sighed brushing away a tear or two that had escaped. This was not the time to be thinking about depressing things like that.
The wedding was less then three weeks away, she had a beautiful perfect dress thanks to Briar and her two best friends in the whole wide world would be there. It had also meant that she'd had to call Briar to see if she could swing two more dresses, which she was pretty sure the younger girl had not been looking forward to but had agreed to do anyways. Tables turned Na'ima wasn't sure if she would have been as understanding, especially given that the girl couldn't really get her hands on Nya and Kelia like she could Nai and Leah. Though, really, Na'ima wasn't a very patient person, she generally tried to be nice to everyone but she was given to an attitude at times. Something she assumed had only gotten worse having to deal with the other girls at the agency most of which – like Elsa – seemed to have a stick eternally shoved up there ass. A sentiment which she passed on to Kelia who applauded it as one of the meanest things she'd even heard Nai say. Na'ima still wasn't sure whether that had been a good or bad thing. Yawning, she turned her attention to her watch, she was eager to get off the plane; one, because she really disliked flying and two, she was as always dying to see Gabriel. They would pick a career that sometimes made it impossible to hangout. Originally she was scheduled to head back to Hollow Creek, until Gabriel had to fly to Boston for a shoot. Both of them were impatient when it came to seeing each other.
The southern drawl of the pilot finally came through the speakers announcing their landing and she hooked the seatbelt back into place with less difficulty then she normally did, she was finally get used to the stupid things. Going for her luggage now she was glad to find that it had not been lost like the last time she had flown in to Logan, dragging a hand through her slightly mussed blonde curls she set off down to the lower level of the airport. She had about two hours before she had to board a flight into Sea-Tac and she wished she could have checked in a dropped off her luggage now, but she was thankful it wasn't more then one suitcase and her purse. Yawning she pulled the thick Blackberry from her pocket and scrolled through her messages, looking for the one Gabriel had sent to tell her where to meet. Hurrying to Terminal A, she smiled seeing the large "Fuddrucker's" sign. She quickened her pace nearly running into an old women in her hast and stepped through the doors searching the restaurant before her eyes finally fell on Gabriel eyes trained on a book. "Gabe," She breathed out dropping her suitcase and purse to the floor when she reached the table, pulled into a hug she turned her face into his shoulder and sighed. "I was wrong," she said, "but so were you..." Her words were muffled but she didn't want to see her eyes watering. She had tried to act like she understood when she was with her mom but with Gabriel, she didn't have to pretend. With him she could cry as much as she wanted.
