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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Nov 11, 2011 2:23:54 GMT -5
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have you ever been fake
for the sake of saving face?
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Brushing a lock of gold away from cerulean blue eyes, Desiree was surprised to find that she was dressed casually with the intent to behave likewise today. There was really no other way to dress except for casual on a tour (it would make her stick out like a sore thumb if she dressed in formal attire on a band tour, of all things), but she was typically all business with no intention of relaxing for anything. There was no exact time card for a journalist because it wasn’t as if she could assign a schedule to the world and confine all of the scandalous things that took place to a few hours in a day. It really would have made things all the more convenient, but as a result, she was rarely seen without a notepad tucked away in her pocket in case she needed to jot down a few notes on something she observed, as well as a pen to do the said writing. She never really minded though. It wasn’t as if digging up dirt on people was particularly fun, but it meant that she got a chance to write, and writing was her passion. The musicians on the tour had music, and she had journalism.
Today she was simply dressed in a pair of skinny jeans with a loose tank top layered over two spaghetti strap shirts. It wasn’t anything particularly special, but her pocket housed her iPod instead of a small notepad. One earbud was in her ear blasting love songs while the other hung loosely over her chest, swinging like a pendulum as she strolled leisurely along one perfectly paved sidewalk that seemed insignificant among all the other greenery in the park.
Not too many people knew much about her (not that anyone really cared enough to ask about her), but she loved nature. There was something peaceful and serene about it, and being surrounded by it was soothing to her strained conscience. It brought her tranquillity that was hard to get a good grasp of when she was constantly surrounded by people whom she had deliberately hurt for amusement and ambition. Most thought she lacked a heart, which explained how she could so effortlessly spill a stranger’s deepest, darkest secrets, but she wasn’t made of stone at all. She was just someone who was overly driven to the point where she could withstand stepping on a few people in order to accomplish something.
But today wasn’t a day for self-loathing and wallowing in guilt. She wanted to indulge on her rare moment of relaxation and focus on softly singing along to the lyrics of the next love song being broadcasted into her ear for the moment. It wouldn’t last forever.
457. Katy. Sorry for the lame post that I left open-ended! | | [cs=2] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 11, 2011 14:41:33 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font]  mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] Katy was taking a well-needed little break from the band. It wasn't that she didn't love them (she did, she thought they were amazing, and needed to be far more famous, and that Adrian sometimes needed a haircut, but that had nothing to do with their fame, really), but there was a point when living on a tourbus just got a little bit too much, and you started to feel enclosed when you walked around, even though you were outdoors. She didn't have anything against people, she just didn't like the rude ones who would push past her and carry on. Most of them weren't like that. But it was enough for her to feel annoyed, and want to walk on different grass, and that was how she ended up at the park. She liked parks anyway, if only because if there was no other adults around, Katy liked to have a swing when no one was looking. She was such a rebel.
She had taken all of five minutes to put something on that morning that didn't look like she spent her time with guys or outdoors - although the outbreak of freckles she now had were telling a different story as to the latter. One tank-top, a pair of jeans and Converse that dearly needed replacing later, she had made her ultimate decision. Which camera? There might not be any chances to take any photographs at all, in which case she would be rather sad, but she never ran the risk of it, because there was surely something beautiful enough to be caught on camera, even at the local park. And eventually, with a small digital camera that was mostly used when she wanted to poke her head around doors and take a picture quickly was in her pocket, and she had set off quite happily, iPod in hand playing some of her favourite old, pop songs (what? Everyone was allowed one vice).
As she arrived and looked around as if an opportunity to have fun would present itself, she noticed someone walking alone - not far from her, but not exactly right in front of her either. She thought they looked vaguely familiar. But, Katy, she reminded herself, You think everyone looks familiar ... It wasn't until the person-whom-she-vaguely-remembered turned slightly that she realised she had, in fact, been peering at Jinx, and she quite liked Jinx, even if most of the band people she knew were always saying how much they hated reporters. But Katy was not from a band, exactly, so Jinx would have nothing to deal out on her, thus she had no worries. She ran over, ponytail flying out behind her in a bid to catch the girl before she disappeared, and Katy was left standing in the middle of nowhere. "Jinx!" she yelled happily. Well, she had been rather scared that she'd have to sit alone on a bank of grass and look picturesque for an afternoon. "Hi," she said, moderating her tone as she came to a halt right in front of Jinx, smile already in place. "I thought ... well, wanna walk? You're kind of the only sane person here," she explained, shrugging, and then nodding at some old lady on the other side of the park who berating two small chihuahuas. It was fine, but Katy could not help but wonder what sort of person preferred chihuahuas nowadays. [/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- five six seven, words,jinx!, tagged,open-ended is cool. hope jinx is ready for katy's crazy XD, notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Nov 13, 2011 2:20:58 GMT -5
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have you ever been fake
for the sake of saving face?
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It seemed that despite her resolution to remain carefree for the day, her thoughts strayed back to the thought of her relationships with others. Still walking around, Desiree reluctantly contemplated her reputation around the tour. Back at school in her teenage years, she was simply a sanctimonious Queen Bee who had no regards for how others felt; people said she only cared about her reputation and popularity, and they were pretty spot-on. She had always felt like a nobody with her biological parents, and the feeling carried on into her orphanage years. She worked to climb the ranks to be a somebody, and it would be a waste of time and energy if she made a place for herself among the popular just so she could retire into docile quietude. Other people called it stupid, but there was something about acting mean and snobby that made her feel untouchable. People knew better than to mess with her, so she never had to worry about getting used. She supposed this method of dealing with her peers carried into her life now and had quite an impact on how she completed her journalism tasks.
More than anything, the blonde knew she brought her cursed lack of friends upon herself. Though if she weren’t paparazzi, she would have never found her way to the tour, and while she would have never made enemies while around the bands that were involved, she never would have made friends either. It was getting to be an increasingly complex train of thought, and several thoughts contradicted themselves like oxymorons, but despite her desire to empty her mind of all thoughts, it was one of those times that most people could sympathize with where her mind just refused to let the matter go. Maddening would be the word to describe it. Frustrating and exasperating worked too.
Perhaps a distraction would be the way to go, but Desiree’s cell phone wasn’t exactly overflowing with the numbers of easily accessible friends, and an endless stream of love songs downloaded onto her iPod could only take up her full and undivided attention for so long.
It seemed a distraction really was what she needed when her thoughts came to a halt at the sound of her nickname being called. She stopped walking and turned, looking around for whoever liked her well enough to call for her without some sort of tone of disgust being used. It wasn’t so much that being called Jinx was a good thing in the first place, considering the word had such a negative connotation tagged to it, but she didn’t hate the nickname either. It suggested someone fierce and cunning, crafty and sly. She liked those characteristics even if they didn’t accurately describe the sort of person she really was. But when someone said it almost happily, as if her presence was something to be grateful over, then she really didn’t have any complaints about essentially being called bad luck.
Her gaze came to rest on a cheerful blonde whom she was familiarly acquainted with. Her thoughts easily recalled a name to mind. Katy Christensen. She was possibly one of the very few people whom Desiree would consider a friend, though she was sure that would someday change when the moment arose where she would find herself writing about a member of Ever Since We Met. That issue was to be dealt with somewhere in the future though. Not now.
Offering a friendly smile, she replied, "Of course. Actually, I’d be grateful for the company. I’m not exactly the one everyone around here is dying to hang out with, and I’ll die from loneliness at this rate. I’ve been needing someone to hang out with."
619. Katy. Jinx will be ready. She has some pent-up energy in need of use anyway!~ | | [cs=2] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 14, 2011 15:49:33 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] Katy smiled right back when Jinx gave her a smile, glad that she was not about to be shunned for no reason. Not, she thought quite unhappily, like Jinx - people tended to stay away from her, and Katy could not understand why. It was Jinx doing her job. In her heart of hearts, Katy knew she might end up like that some day if she happened to write terrible things about the band, but Katy was determined to see the best of Jinx, and not future outcomes that could potentially ruin people; and so, to her, Jinx was nothing more than a friend, diligent, but generally quite kind. She wondered if Jinx was walking on her own for a particular reason. Some people liked to walk on their own to look extra gloomy, and Katy couldn't stand it; she liked to make people happy and liked people around her to be happy, unquestionably. She listened patiently to Jinx's explanation and fell into step with her easily, taking a moment to wind down from the sudden exertion of a sprint across a park; she wasn't in bad shape at all, but she had definitely shocked herself by suddenly going for a run.
"You should've called!" she exclaimed, dismayed that Jinx would be feeling lonely at all. Of course, she didn't even know if Jinx had her number, or would have called her if she did, but Katy liked to believe she was already around to talk to, and that she had a great number of friends. Briefly, she considered the fact that Jinx had not wanted to call, but now that Katy was here, was okay with conversation too, and that sounded fine to her. "I can't have a friend dying of loneliness, you see," she added solemnly, looking at Jinx. That would, she reflected, be quite terrible, even by her standards, not that she thought it was all that possible. But she would like to have spoken to her friend, nonetheless.
She sighed though, and perked up again. "Anyway, hi, I'm here, let's hang out," she said decidedly, nodding at her friend, back to her generally happy demeanor again. She didn't stay down for long; there was no time to, in her world, always somewhere to be and things to do and people to take photos of. "Where do you want to go? What do you want to do? We can keep walking though, that's cool, I don't mind," she added quickly, glancing at Jinx. She couldn't just whirlwind through and not expect the girl to be a little worried, or want to continue her stroll. It was a nice place to walk, after all, not something to be rushed, and Katy knew that some people hated her quickfire questions. She asked so much before she even got the barest hint of a reply, expecting people to keep up with her.
"What have you been up to?" she added, and then mentally berated herself once more for it. What had she just thought about asking too many questions? Because she was so silly sometimes. She hoped Jinx didn't mind it. [/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- five two zero, words,jinx, tagged,lalala notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Nov 16, 2011 1:59:26 GMT -5
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have you ever been fake
for the sake of saving face?
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Typically one to think ahead and plan for the future, Desiree decided to go against her character just a bit for the time’s being. She had already established in her mind that friendships were sure to be rocky if she were to really insist on being on the job in regards to the bands on the tour, and she didn’t plan on backing away from a good opportunity to establish herself as a notable journalist just for the sake of a few people—friends or not. She had learned long ago that the best position to act from was one where she pulled all the strings and dictated what would happen in order to benefit herself. Her bittersweet memory of being an insignificant stepping stone for others had evidently left its impression on her and convinced her that she was much better off killing her conscience (temporarily, at least) in order to progress on the path of success. She was left on a forked path when she was faced with the decision of whether or not using others was alright if it meant she would become an object of hatred in the eyes of the people whom she liked. Such was her mindset as she walked in sync with Katy, quietly listening to the upbeat blonde shoot away with questions.
It wasn’t as if she and Katy were very close friends, but Desiree rather enjoyed her company. She was friendly and didn’t begrudge her for her career choice, but that was considering that the aspiring journalist had yet to write anything particularly scathing about Ever Since We Met. However, Desiree knew her well enough to confidently say that she would most definitely be angry if she did write something scandalous, and that would put their friendship on a rather awkward, strained path. She didn’t exactly want to lose a friend, but she had no expectations that Katy would simply shrug off such and incidence, and she could perhaps act a little biased, but she would never make any guarantees that she’d leave the band free from the public’s critical eye. Fortunately, they had yet to face the scenario, but it still existed in the form of a nagging thought in the back of Desiree’s mind, and she resolved not to think about that inevitable point in the future until it arrived and became the present.
Paying attention to the conversation at hand again, the blonde wryly mused,"As much as I would have loved to call you for company, I don’t have your number." Now that she thought about it, she probably didn’t have any of the phone numbers of the people she met thus far due to the tour. It was understandable, really, but it still left her feeling a little left out. "Besides, even if I did have it, I would be afraid of bothering you. Being a journalist means a really liberal schedule, so I’d feel bad if I just randomly called you to hang out while you were busy taking pictures or something along those lines." She paused, amused by the solemn look on Katy’s face, and continued, "Thank you for your concern. I really do appreciate you saving me. I swear."
The sudden series of question from Katy left a small lag in the conversation, but Desiree took a moment to think and replied in chronological of the small inquiries. "Technically we’re hanging out now. I don’t really have any place that I’m thinking about going to. Just wandering around, really. There’s nothing specific I want to do either. I don’t mind walking, but if you want to do something else, we can. I won’t mind either. Oh! And I’m doing perfectly well. Peachy-keen, really. How about you?" She let out a deep breath after finishing and grinned, lightly commenting, "Hope I did a good job answering that."
643. Katy. Jinx will be ready. Sorry for taking so long to reply! | | [cs=2] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 19, 2011 8:18:17 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] Katy frowned slightly, and then shrugged as she walked along with Jinx. She wondered, vaguely, why on earth she had not given Jinx her number, because she was kind of liberal with it - not in the sense that any guy off the street could have her number, but she was kind enough to give it to people she trusted and, believe it or not, she did trust Jinx. Maybe not with her camera, but probably with her life. Jinx should at least have someone's number from the tour though, she thought. After all, she spent a lot of time there. Surely Jinx had more friends than just her, right?
"Well ... I'll give it you, hang on ..." she began, reaching into her pocket for her phone. Except it wasn't in that one. She tried the other pocket in her jeans and was annoyed to find it wasn't in there either. Now she thought about it, she realised exactly where it was: on the side in the tour bus where she had left it as she picked up a camera for everyday use. Well, that was just not very good at all, really. "I left my phone at home," she admitted, with a slightly sheepish smile. She hoped Jinx wouldn't take it personally and think that Katy was making excuses; she really wouldn't mind a crazy text from Jinx once in a while, after all. She'd find it next time, she was sure. Jinx deserved to have someone around to contact.
"I wouldn't have minded," she said honestly, shrugging at the thought of being called away. You could take pictures anywhere if you knew what you wanted. And the boys wouldn't mind, surely. Unless Adrian made another terrible face. She would hate for him to miss the picture evidence of it.
"Yeah, you did!" Katy grinned. "I'm good, as always." She nodded at the thought. She was always okay, though. she didn't let anything get her down. "You know how it is ... taking pictures, laughing at said pictures ..." she trailed off happily. She was always really glad to just be around more than anything else, and have band members who actually cared about what she did. Also, band members who did not engage in too much childish pranking. She couldn't take that idea. She kept smiling though. "Written anything recently?" she enquired innocently. She didn't mean it in a particularly prying way, but just in a generally curious way. She liked to know how other people were doing in their chosen fields.
[/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- four two three, words,jinx XD, tagged,sorry it sucks, i am sleep deprived, notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Nov 20, 2011 3:40:21 GMT -5
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have you ever been fake
for the sake of saving face?
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To be quite honest, Desiree didn’t quite hate not having any phone numbers from the people she met on the tour. It made her feel a bit lonesome, yes, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it provided her with a clear, crisp line that divided professionalism and friendliness. She took pride from her ability to keep business and pleasure apart despite how difficult it could get, and this intangible line was a pleasant reassurance that she hadn’t grown soft. Besides, getting someone else’s phone number meant she would have to offer her phone number in return as a formality, and then she expected that some people might give her calls, curiously poking for information about what she was writing about.
Then again, she wondered what sort of impression this left on the people who heard her say that she didn’t have anyone’s phone number. It probably left people thinking she was some sort of outcast. She wanted to point out that her popularity back in middle and high school was proof enough that she could easily attain friends, but at the moment, she chose to refrain from doing so for logical reasons. Even now on the tour, she had befriended a few people besides Katy.
"No worries," she replied, returning the sheepish smile she received with a friendly one. She trusted Katy enough to believe her when she said that she had forgotten her phone at home. She honestly didn’t mind much, and it wasn’t as if they would completely lose contact with one another if they didn’t have each other’s phone numbers. They ran into each other often enough that Desiree could get her phone number any other time.
"I’ll keep that thought in mind next time I need some company when I go out," she replied, watching the shadows shift beneath her feet with idle curiosity. There were probably a number of people who wouldn’t mind a minor interruption from her every so often, but she still felt rude when she distracted someone. Desiree was the sort of person who was caught between casual and formal most of the time when she was around her peers; she liked to act polite and mind her manners, but at the same time, she didn’t want to seem too distant or cold.
Even though it was a very minor compliment, she couldn’t help but to allow a proud, beaming smile to form on her lips at the confirmation that she did a good job at answering the rapid-fire questions. There were many things that Desiree liked, and praise was very near the top of that list. She listened quietly as Katy spoke and smiled impishly when another question was asked. For a second, she wondered if the question was asked just to continue the conversation or to attempt to get a bit of an insight as to what to expect next time she wrote another article, but she gave her friend the benefit of the doubt and told herself that she was far too young to feel unwarranted paranoia. She pursed her lips slightly in thought before shrugging and replying, "I write a lot, but nothing interesting. Jotted down a few ideas that I might mention in the next article I write, but my main focus was this paper I had to write for my professor. Luckily that’s all done with though. Have you taken any especially interesting photos?"
574. Katy. Your post was fine! c: | | [cs=2] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 24, 2011 12:22:25 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] "Excellent," Katy said slowly, in a way that suggested her evil plans had come to fruition at last, when, really, she was just quite happy that she could expect calls from Jinx in the future (alas, when Jinx had her number. Katy hoped she wouldn't forget her phone next time they met. Once was unfortunate, twice meant that something was seriously wrong). Anyway, she knew Jinx often spent time around the area, so it wasn't like she wouldn't see Jinx for a really long time or anything. It was just when the tour was over that Katy would worry; she didn't want to lose contact with her friends, not like high school, when everyone had left to do their own things and had set plans for the future now.
"School, basically," Katy summarised, sighing dramatically. After all, she'd spent the past year escaping such a fate, telling her parents she wasn't going and that she would be much happier taking pictures of people. She was putting a lot of faith in the band to keep going for, well ... forever. Because if, God forbid, she was left without a job, college might be the only option. But she couldn't hate on Jinx for going to university, because Jinx got to go and do something she loved. "Sounds fun ... ish," she added, shiftily. "Good ... paper?" she tried. Did one enjoy essay-writing if it was on a topic you liked? Katy had no idea. They didn't really ask for articles about camera angles and exposure and whatnot, after all.
"Eh, the band," she said airily, shrugging. That was why she was travelling around with the band, meeting new people all the time and going sight-seeing whenever she wanted (because, Goddamnit, she was in new places, she should be allowed to look around). She couldn't easily shown Jinx the pictures she took of the band members making stupid faces at her camera and those random times she got bored while hanging out with them and took videos - experimentation happened, okay? Sometimes she thought she might end up never telling her parents, and studying film somewhere or something. Just something fun that she liked. But she was still young, she thought. She had a lot of time to think about her future, right? "I mean, I'm paid to take pictures of them, right? So I guess I should actually do that ..." she mused, jokingly, smiling a little at the thought. There were worse things she could be doing with her life.
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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Nov 27, 2011 1:06:16 GMT -5
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Though Desiree typically attempted to appear more mature than her age called for—which she often confused with being too serious about everything and lacking the ability to relax—she couldn’t help but to giggle at the pseudo-ominous way of speaking that Katy had used to reply. It reminded her of why she liked the younger girl’s company so much. She spent far too much of her time trying to play the role of a fully grown adult and often deprived herself of a bit of humour, but the moment of joking around was a well-needed break from all the acting she had a tendency to do. She still wasn’t too worried about collecting telephone numbers, though she supposed she understood why it could have been important. It was always sad to lose touch with friends that one made, and something told her that Katy likely had made a lot of new friends. The girl was cheerful and uplifting to be around, unlike most rockstars who had a knack for attracting trouble like bees to honey. Therefore, Desiree wasn’t too surprised if her friend had many people she wanted to keep in touch with.
It was a fairly universal feeling of longing and nostalgia to look back and realize that years flew by faster than they should have, and after having been grouped with a certain few people for a long time, it was odd to watch them walk away to take their own paths of life. Looking back, Desiree realized that she had lost contact with a number of her old high school friends, some of which she missed, though a vast majority were simply part of her circle for the sake of outward appearances. Nonetheless, she was beginning to see how one might miss an old friend and why it was important to try to keep tabs when one parted ways from a friend.
Laughing lightly, Desiree smiled a bit as she replied, "You make school seem like such a bad place. I didn’t really mind my high school years." But that was no surprise. She had enjoyed being on the right end of the spectrum, the end where everything seemed to revolve around her, and friends were easily replaceable when deemed useless. She didn’t really have the right to complain when she thrived off of the suffering of a number of her peers. Brushing her bangs away from her forehead, she murmured, "I guess most people don’t like writing papers, but I sometimes do. I like writing in general, but if it’s about something I’m interested in, then it’s really sort of fun." She nearly smiled at how she sounded. Back in high school, if she was caught saying something like that, then she likely would have been dubbed a nerd before getting tossed out of her clique. It never ceased to amaze her how cruel people could be, not excluding herself.
When the question passed her lips, Desiree began to think of it as a little silly, though if Katy thought so, she didn’t show it. It was a no-brainer that she would be taking pictures of her own band. With the way the conversation was going, she began to question if perhaps Katy was taking schooling online. They were around the same age, give or take a year, meaning they were both at the right age for college. Her curiosity prompted her to voice it (voicing her curiosity really seemed to occur more and more often lately, most likely thanks to her journalism), so she went ahead and asked, "Are you saving up to attend college in the future? Or is it living expenses or just pocket money? Not to be nosy, I’m just curious, since I sort of half attend a uni and half get schooled online. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to." It was a casual conversation, and she wanted to keep it that way because it wasn’t something she often got to enjoy, though pointing it out randomly would seem odd and uncalled for.
676. Katy. No worries, I understand! If my posts begin to suck really badly, feel free to slap me. xD | | [cs=2] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Nov 28, 2011 11:35:38 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] "It is!" Katy exclaimed, shocked that anyone could enjoy school to such an extent. That wasn't to say she had hated her high school years - she'd had all the usual effects, friends, acquaintances, the odd person who suggested she might on drugs due to her happy demeanour - but she always remembered waking up early and having to find the right clothes so you didn't get picked on by some of the bullies. Not, she hastened to add (mentally), that she was ever bullied. She thought maybe the giant art nerd for a brother she had might've sorted that out and, not to sound conceited, but she was kind of hard to hate. "Okay, it was when you're a teenager and everyone thinks homework and acne are the most important things ever," she amended, thinking she might offend Jinx by saying school was terrible if Jinx enjoyed it so much and that she ought to fix that before Jinx got annoyed with her and her perspective on things. It was hard to think that just over a year ago, that had been her and she had had all those important life decisions to make. She wanted to feel terribly worldwise already.
"I suppose it makes sense if you like writing the papers," Katy mused. That was a little better, she thought, though not much. Jinx just seemed to like writing in general - why else would she be a journalist, right? She grinned suddenly. "Well ... whatever, a picture is a thousand words, right?" she added, almost hopeful that Jinx would agree with her. She wanted to be told that she had made a great joke or whatever, and she was so funny, and that, ultimately, she was right. If only Katy had been allowed to hand photographs in school that represented her concepts; she felt she would have passed every class with highest grades.
"Oh, see ... I wouldn't mind going to college," Katy continued, now frowning slightly at the turn of the conversation. She didn't want to seem rude by not answering, and it wasn't like it was a major secret involving Chinese triads or anything, so she felt no need to wave the question away. "It's just ... my mum and dad put a lot of emphasis on an academic degree - like medicine - and my brother, he was really into art." She wondered, vaguely, what Aaron would say if he found she was casually discussing his life with someone he'd never met, but she brushed that that thought away. His story was just as important as hers. "But they really wore him down, and now he's studying psychology, and I don't think he wants to. I don't want to end up like that," she admitted, shrugging. It would be, frankly, horrific, if she were forced to study something she didn't want to, gain a degree in something she didn't care about, and work somewhere she hated. "Maybe in the future I'll sneak off to Alaska and study there," she added, lightening the atmosphere again with an easy joke. She could not imagine herself in Alaska, though. It didn't seem to suit her.
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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Dec 3, 2011 2:32:03 GMT -5
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have you ever been fake
for the sake of saving face?
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To be fair, Desiree could understand why Katy might have hated high school. There was so much teenage angst in those years because of the need to maintain the delicate balance between school and a social life. The most important thing in her world during those years had been her reputation; she liked to saunter around and act as if she were the poster child for perfection, and in order to crush any arguments people might have had against that point, she tried her utmost to maintain good grades while excelling in a sport or two and keeping up with the latest trends. Meanwhile she simply had to have an active social life. She used to call it being at the top of her game. Honestly, she just wanted to seem flawless to avoid that bullying that always seemed to occur so often in school. It was a bad philosophy, but she believed that it was always better to be on the offense, picking on others before they were presented the opportunity to poke at one of her imperfections.
Wrinkling her nose playfully at Katy’s comment, she replied, "Good point. I almost forgot about all that. Though I think the most important things to me were dates to dances and trying to seem flawless." Not that the former was ever too difficult of a task for her. Contrary to the popular belief that she was as snobby and stuck-up as she acted, Desiree was actually rather down-to-earth and modest. That was why she could easily confess that she thought of herself as reasonably pretty, though it wasn’t as if she were the supermodel sort of gorgeous that was to die for. The thought nearly prompted her to poke herself in the belly, as if physically providing evidence that the minimal amount of baby fat remaining on her figure was what separated her from the size zero women that she sometimes admired. She obviously refrained from doing so. After all, what would her friend think upon witnessing the seemingly random action?
Again, Desiree cracked a grin at another one of Katy’s comments. It was hard not to be amused by something so utterly true, and yet it was nearly like a pun. It seemed like her friend really did have a knack for making people smile. Nodding, she commented, "Very true, but I think I’ll just stick to writing a thousand words. Taking pictures isn’t really my thing." Did she really have to confess that half the pictures she took had a tendency to be either a bit blurred or at a poor angle?
As the conversation took somewhat of a serious turn, Desiree nodded lightly to show that she was listening as Katy spoke. She could truly sympathize with pursuing one’s own passions over being forced into some drab career that left people miserable for a good portion of their lives. That wasn’t to say she ever faced that issue with her own parents—her adoptive parents supported her chasing her dreams and her biological parents never really noticed her enough to hold her with any expectations—but she often heard about those sorts of stories and knew that if she were ever forced from journalism or some other career pertaining to writing to do something like teaching arithmetic to bored teens, she’d go home and contemplate crawling into her bed and never getting up. The mood was easily lifted with a slight joke, but Desiree still felt a bit of guilt at having darkened the conversation in the first place. It really hadn’t been her intention to bring up any negative feelings just to satisfy her curiosity, and the fact that the other party was a girl whom she considered a friend made her feel even worse. As a result, she played along and lightly teased, "That doesn’t sound too bad. You’d probably look adorable as an Eskimo."
650. Katy. My fingers are so cold... | | [cs=2] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Dec 12, 2011 12:57:16 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] "Oh my God!" Katy groaned, as if Jinx had reminded her of something terrible. In fact, she had. She frequently remembered school dances with the startling clarity of someone who had experienced all their biggest fears at once. In truth, Katy's biggest fear was not that one where no one asked you and you were the sad kid in the corner with the braces and the thick-framed glasses, if only because, somehow, some guy - who had not heard that Katy Christensen was "a bit weird" or didn't know the story about that time she started giggling on stage in second grade and eventually fell off the stage completely, culminating in the early ending of the Nativity play - would ask her, and his best friend would ask her best friend, and it was always rather normal until she was forced to dance (and she could not, despite everything she tried to do). But still, it was all the dress shopping that her friends insisted on, and how people would squee for ages about their new manicure or the way her parents would grab the camera (her camera) and take about fifty blurry photos of her grinning at the camera goofily and thinking she looked good. She wasn't even much of a tomboy, but there were some things she could not allow herself to get stressed about. "You don't understand, school dances were ... Ugh ... And my grandma would always want me to wear this grotesque white lace thing she once wore to her school dances like some rite of passage, and I'd have to wear it for, like, five minutes before changing in the bathroom and jumping out of the window to avoid scaring my date by looking like a wife from the eighties." She shuddered at the memory of the awful thing. I'll burn it one day, she promised herself. She paused though, and added, "You're fine, I swear. Can't see a single split end," Actually, Katy didn't know how to recognise split ends, but that was besides the point.
"Suit yourself," Katy said, rolling her eyes at the thought of still wanting to write. It was fine, though. Maybe Jinx wasn't particularly good at photography; it did take a lot of skill, and even Katy was still learning the fine art of it. Then again, as far as anyone else knew, Katy was a pro at this kind of thing, had probably read a thousand books - and were unaware that she didn't know what exposure was until around her second year of holding a camera (she used to call it 'that bright look'). "I'll teach you one day. You can write the articles, take the pictures" - there was a moment before she added - "put me out of a job ..." She had only just realised that. Sometimes magazines did buy her photos (she tended to jump around a lot when that happened), and if the journalists became photographers ... "On second thoughts, carry on writing. That is definitely a career choice you should continue with. The dark rooms suck anyway -- not that we use those anymore ... Yeah ..." she trailed off. Dark rooms? You are a nerd, Katy Christensen, and you can't even pretend to be anything vaguely resembling normal, she mentally berated herself. After all, what must Jinx be thinking now?
Thankfully, the fact that the conversation had been made a little darker by the thought of her parents was changed when she began to realise that she would look quite cute as an Eskimo, except that she would get a horrendous red nose and probably pneumonia or something. "I would," she mused. "This is going to have to be my life choice now ... I must become an Eskimo." It sounded crazy, but then, so did half the things that came out of her mouth. [/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- six four eight, words,jinx, tagged,i think my muse exploded (also, my fingers are cold too. ;_; ), notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Dec 23, 2011 16:50:48 GMT -5
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have you ever been fake
for the sake of saving face?
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Chuckling lightly, Desiree attempted to imagine what Katy would have looked like in an overly conservative white dress that had gone out of style ages ago. As much as she would have loved to offer some sympathy, she was unable to do so. For the most part, she had been able to get off scot-free with whatever she wanted to wear to dances. She didn’t really have any grandmothers to push tacky dresses into her hands, and her parents were fairly lax when it came to her wardrobe choices because they believed she was responsible enough to pick out her own clothing. Her family was never quite at a loss for money, so she could afford to purchase a new outfit whenever a school even deemed it necessary. She could still recall how she would scour stores for hours upon hours with her friends, searching for the perfect dress to flaunt around. In retrospect, she supposed she liked dances so much because they were generally fun get-togethers. It wasn’t as if she could really complain when she was the sort of girl who had the means to make herself look extraordinarily dashing while she brought along some vied after athlete as her date. Not even competing to be homecoming queen or something of the sorts really ever seemed to be a problem because despite her reputation as a snob, what mattered was that she was at the top of the food chain in high school; she was popular, and everyone knew that everything was virtually a popularity contest in those days. “Then I guess I’m one of those lucky people. I never really had anyone trying to dictate what I wore. My parents were really liberal, so I could choose whatever I wanted without worrying that they would give me some sort of chiding look and lecturing me about how something was inappropriate. Not that I dressed like a whore, of course.” It wasn’t really something that needed to be added, but she felt the need to clarify that of all the things she was, promiscuous wasn’t one of them.
Combing her fingers through her hair, Desiree murmured a quick thank-you and glanced at the ends of her blonde locks, staring almost intently at them. It wasn’t as if she didn’t trust Katy, but she just wanted some sort of confirmation that she really didn’t have any split ends. Glamour wasn’t exactly her top priority, but she couldn’t fathom having bad hair. It was a girl thing, she’d explain.
Smiling at Katy’s offer to teach her photography, she shook her head lightly. Photography wasn’t something that particularly interested her. Picking up a camera and taking snapshots didn’t appeal to her the way putting words on paper did. In all honesty, she probably would have preferred to be the author of novels over publishing dirt on the secret life of celebrities, but she would take what she could get. There was always hope that she could expand her horizons, but at the moment, journalism simply suited her; she liked to write, and she was the gossiping type.
Bursting into a light fit of laughter, Desiree couldn’t help but to feel amused at the way Katy’s train of thoughts worked. Everything that went through her mind seemed to be written all over her face. When she quieted down slightly, she reassured, “No worries, Katy. Taking pictures will always be your job. I’ll stick to writing. We could be, like, business partners or something.” Not that her friend would ever really join the legions of evil paparazzi in invading a person’s personal life, but it was still pleasant to dream about working with friends.
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she mused, “Well, I obviously can’t pack you into a box to ship you off to Alaska, but I think I own an Eskimo jacket. I should bring it with me next time so you can try it on.” She couldn’t quite recall why she purchased it in the first place, but it wasn’t as if she would ever really need it.
677. Katy. Sorry for taking forever to respond! D: | | [cs=2] |
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Post by katy violet christensen; on Jan 1, 2012 2:51:42 GMT -5
she's out of control, so beautiful, [/font] mixtapes of her favourite bands.[/font] -------------------------[/center] Katy did her best to push the thoughts of the eighties horror out of her mind, mostly because she had no intention of returning to the guys in the band and accidentally babbling on about that thing. She could tell Jinx because, well, Jinx was a girl, who may not have had the same problem, could at least understand how terrible it would be for a girl to attend a dance in that. On the other hand, there had always been the tiny amount of excitement whenever she changed in a rush in the bathroom with her mother urging her on and her date outside, probably quite confused. It made her feel like she was in some kind of teen movie, the best kind. The thought of over-protective parents made her shake her head though. It wasn't that her parents were over-protective, though they'd been understandably cautious at the idea of their then-eighteen-year-old daughter choosing to gallavant all over the country, taking photographs. Then again, they'd had no idea what had happened until she'd dropped it as a joke in light conversation and then disappeared out of the house the next day with only Aaron and her grandmother's blessing. "As were mine, but there is no fighting with an eighty-year-old lady who, she says, knows kung fu." The thought of Katy's grandmother, all frills and nice smiles, knowing any kind of martial art was quite a funny idea, but there was always that kind of 'Don't mess around with me' glint in her eye that seemed to suggest that old Marie Christensen had absolutely no problem stabbing you with a knitting needle to get you in line. Her parents had been positively docile under her grades started slipping (and she couldn't blame them for that). "I didn't think you did," she added honestly at the mention of Jinx dressing like a whore. It didn't seem her style, frankly, and Katy wouldn't have bothered to judge anyway. She had spent most of her life in sunny California anyway so seriously, she had seen things which could not be unseen.
The thought of ever going into business with a friend -- for that was what Jinx was -- was quite a welcome one, but Katy was pretty sure that she would have no idea what to do or how that entire thing worked. She was just a kid with a camera, after all. "Partners in crime, more like," she reflected, considering that what Jinx had just described was exactly what they did but the only difference being that Katy worked for the band currently. Maybe, one day, when she had the money, time and resources, she'd go into her photography stuff, and have an artistically-named tumblr where she posted avant-garde pictures of bridges at sunset ... but it was probably not this lifetime. "Not that we'd actually commit crime," she explained. "It'd be a misnomer. Really, we fight crime, but partners in crimefighting sounds about as exciting as a dead fish." It was true, though Katy now felt she could have used a slightly better analogy.
"What's an Eskimo jacket?" Katy wondered. Sure, she'd love to be an Eskimo, except she apparently had no idea what their clothing choices were and she really couldn't hope to be accepted into any culture if she had no idea about that. Is it like, super furry or ...? she wondered, frowning to herself. It had to be, right? To keep them warm? She could've spent several hours considering what, exactly, they were because, for the life of her, she could not remember, but she felt it was probably better if Jinx just explained it to her.
[/size][/blockquote] ------------------------- six one one, words,jinx, tagged,they're being so random, it amuses me / sorry for long wait, notes,"lost in stereo" by all time low, lyrics,clarity at pysence fiction, credit,
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Post by desiree jezebel de luca; on Feb 7, 2012 17:30:37 GMT -5
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have you ever been fake
for the sake of saving face?
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The idea of having a grandmother trying to pass on old, unfashionable dresses to her grandchild was surprisingly appealing to Desiree. It wasn’t as if she would literally wear some out-of-date get-up to a school dance (that would wreck her high school reputation as a snobby queen bee for sure), but the prospect of having a loving grandmother to pass something on to her was sweet. Her biological grandparents really hadn’t wanted much to do with her after her parents’ deaths, and after she was adopted, she still lacked grandparents because they had passed away several years before. The idea never bothered her much, but sometimes she did feel a bit envious of the people who got to spend holidays with several relatives, including cuddly, elderly ones with sugary sweet personalities. It felt silly of her to say so, but if she had been given the chance, she would have liked to spend a day in Katy’s shoes to see what grandparents were like. Smiling wryly, she murmured, “I wish I had grandparents like that. When you really have to deal with them, it probably really sucks, but when you’ve never had the chance to experience it, it makes you wonder.” She broke off from continuing, unwilling to make the conversation take a negative turn. She didn’t really feel sad or anything of the sorts, but it was easy to misinterpret words.
There wasn’t much about her life that the blonde would ever complain about. Admittedly she wasn’t crazy about where she stood with her career at the moment, but it wasn’t terrible or anything. Dishing out people’s secrets just grinded down on her conscience a bit too much sometimes, but it was something she got used to. Every once in a while, she felt bad about what she did to others again, but the adult world was a lot like high school. People remembered and picked at something they heard from the media one day, but it quickly blew over the next, and they moved on to picking on some other poor sap. If she turned a blind eye to the concept that adults were supposed to be older and therefore more mature, then it was like she was a teenager running with the popular crowd in high school all over again.
Nodding, Desiree smiled at the idea of partners in crime. It sounded far more mischievous then it would probably really be, but while she and Katy continued concocting some fantasy that was likely unachievable, what was a little more dreaming about something utterly unrealistic? It was true that sometimes she caused a little trouble, but it was safe to say that she was a good girl overall. No detentions or meetings with the principal ever plagued her school years, and she was still as hard-working as she used to be now that she was a journalist. “Of course it would be fighting crime! We’re far too good to ever commit it. Really though, crime fighters is too misleading. People would think we’re fantasizing about become Superman, and I can’t pull off spandex and capes.”
Pressing her lips together, Desiree tried to think of a good way to describe what an Eskimo jacket was like besides poofy and warm. They went with a cutesy sort of look that she never really wanted to try pulling off, though it wasn’t as if she was doing too hot of a job at pulling off looking like a mature young lady with a touch of mystery. Finally settling on a proper description, she replied, “Big and squishy. It’s like being in bubble wrap, except it’s fluff and feathers inside instead of air, and you don’t risk popping. There’s a faux fur lining around the hood that’s really soft against your face, and it makes winter seem like it’s no big deal.”
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