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Post by magdalena luisa of austria on Aug 21, 2012 23:39:58 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 559 WORDS FOR Zephyr Philipe of Mexico NOTES: hope this is okay! outfit DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]She flipped a page in the book she was currently reading, the silence that surrounded her was actually making her happy. Usually she had to deal with the loudness of the whole school, passing by giggling and just having fun. But given the beautiful spring day that it was, everyone was out and about, and so she had taken advantage of the fact that she could finally sit outside. The café finally opened the tables on the outside, and she knew that at some point others would join her. It was only a matter of time, but for now she could just enjoy her iced coffee, the muffin she was eating for breakfast and of course the book she was currently reading. It was Jane Austen, which was definitely cliché for a reader to like, but hey they were classics for a reason. She took a sip of her coffee, letting the caffeine reenergize her. She knew that she’d have to go back to her room at some point, she needed to practice some of her shots which were in need of some practicing. She was always a bit too critical of herself when it came to sports, it was probably that competitive side of her nature. After all most people only saw her as that quiet girl who never talked, who was the younger sister of one of the meanest people on campus. Not that Maggie cared, she knew the reputation her sister had but it wasn’t like Lina was mean to her. But of course Maggie was her sister, and it wasn’t like you could always be mean to your siblings. Plus no one was aware that she and Line shared very similar personalities, but Maggie had always been the quiet one in the background. After all when you stuck to your sister like glue, it was easy to allow her to do everything, and well Lina loved being in charge so it wasn’t like Maggie could blame her older sister. So no one really knew what she was like, except when she was on the court or on the field because that was when her true personality flourished. She hated to loose, she didn’t practice for hours to just end up losing to anyone, and well she liked to be number one. Especially when you considered that she had never been number one in anything other than school and sports. She was the baby of the family, and most people would expect her to be completely coddled and spoiled but she wasn’t. If anything by observing her older siblings she was able to pick out what behaviors were appropriate and which behaviors were not. She pushed all of those thoughts away as she turned the page, she was reading Mansfield Park and it was very easy for her mind to just leave the words on the page and go somewhere else. She focused back on the words, and she was about ready to become absorbed in them when a shadow came across her book. That was weird, there were no clouds threatening to cover up the sun and well the sun was very well human shaped. A bubble of irritation started to build up inside of her, that was beyond rude.
“Excuse me you are blocking my sun” she said as she turned towards the person.. [/style] |
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Post by zephyr philipe of mexico on Sept 7, 2012 0:18:04 GMT -5
Vineheart in spring was very alive. The cold had said goodbye for quite a long time and most of the students were excited about that since the weather now was perfect to do everything: sports, dating, etc. Spring was the perfect time to begin something new; perhaps new life? It would be true in his sister-in-law situation. The little ordinary bird had finally turned into a phoenix; the servant had finally become the future Queen of Mexico. Zephyr was completely fine with the marriage of his brother and the fact that a servant became Queen of Mexico did not bother him at all because he detested the throne literally. It just had been quite weird to welcome another person to the family, especially when that person was the wife of his brother. Nevertheless, he secretly admired that girl for all the virtues that she had. She would be a perfect Queen. However, that marriage had left Zephyr a thought about his future. Currently he was not planning anything so serious such as getting married with a girl in the future. All he wanted to do was having fun and letting fate lead him to everywhere it wanted. Settling down was not what he intended to do for his life as he hated being stuck with the same person for the rest of his life. He supposed that he enjoyed the freedom a lot more than the peace. His current girlfriend – the Hungarian princess was a nice girl but he was sure that they could never end up living together since he believed that everything about them was rather faked in some ways. Even he himself was unreal as well. He loved wearing masks and he loved how people were charmed by his marvelous masks. Furthermore, he would not want such a good girl like Julianna to spend the rest of her life with a jerk like him. She deserved more than that. But they were getting along and having fun so there was no reason for them to break up. That time would come soon but not now, he guessed. Walking along the beautiful path to the Cafe, a smile grew on his face when he thought about having a cup of coffee and enjoying the wonderful view from his perfect seat. Whenever he came to the Cafe, there was always the same empty table in a perfect place for him – no one ever took it as if everyone knew he liked that spot. It was where he found himself, who he really was. It was where he could breathe without watching out for people that could harm him. His life was filled with fears and worries. If he was not awake, he could be stabbed from behind anytime. The man with many faces was building a shield around him with his masks so as to protect him and also to make a way to get what he wanted. Unlike his brother, Zephyr preferred the slowness and the silent dangerousness to the obvious justice as he believed it was a much easier way to satisfy his ambitiousness. Just like a cunning snake, he would attack the target from the dark without being noticed. The disguise would be so useful when it was used wisely.
Zephyr suddenly took off his sunglasses when he saw a creature sitting on his favorite chair at his favorite table. It was a little bit overreacting to call such a beautiful girl “a creature”. She was reading a book and seemed to focus a lot. Forgetting about the irritation, a smirk grew on his lips as he continued walking towards the table. He had seen that girl around some times and she always looked so serious and quiet that she turned out so boring and tasteless; if not, he would have flirted with her already as she was pretty technically. However, something was telling him that he would not get a peaceful day today because what he was about to do was quite extra-normal. Standing behind the girl, his shadow covered all her small body and also her book. Through the sunglasses, he could read the name of the author: Jane Austen. It was definitely something romantic and nothing academic in the book. The Mexican prince showed off a cheeky smile when the girl started to be irritated as he was blocking her sun. He noticed when she looked at him: her eyes were not as gentle as the way she appeared generally. They were very alive and fiery. He tilted his head to tease her a bit. “Not your sun, Miss. You do not own it literally.” He teased. “And you’re taking my favorite spot, too.” He said. “But don’t worry because I’m not going to ask you to go away. I just wonder whether I can sit here with you or not since the cafe is rather crowded, don’t you think? I have been sitting here for ages and I’ve not been ready to move to another position yet.” words; 843 notes; Sorry it took so long! I’m so excited about these two!! tags; Magdalena of Austria lyrics; all alright - fun. credits; template by twilightbright @ caution
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Post by magdalena luisa of austria on Sept 21, 2012 23:59:47 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 602 WORDS FOR Zephyr Philipe of Mexico NOTES: hope this is okay! outfit DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Maggie wasn’t normally a snappy type of person, but there was one thing she hated was when people acted like they were the only ones in the world. Either way she found herself looking towards the offending person, after all the sun was barely beginning to grace the presence of spring. Still she rolled her eyes when he pointed out that the sun wasn’t her, but still the fact that the sun was hitting her general direction and allowing her to read was why she could say it was her sun. Plus it wasn’t like there wasn’t at least a dozen places where he could stand and not block her light. Still she could hear the teasing tone of his voice and she didn’t at all appreciate it. Normally she was just quiet, she let people talk however they felt like, and she just pretended not to notice. But there was something hard to ignore about this person, she was pretty sure it was just his general build and the personality he seemed to have. But for some reason she just wanted to throw her book at him to see if that would make him go away. But she wasn’t violent, and she was pretty sure that it might be easier to just move herself.
“There are at least a dozen places where you can stand, but you choose to stand in the sun that is hitting my book” she said, “By the fact that it is hitting my general direction, it makes it mine. So yes I technically do own it”
That was a technicality and she pretty sure he’d have some sort of a smart retort for it. He just seemed like the type to have a retort ready. Still she gave him a look when he said that she was taking his favorite spot, after all this spot had been readily available when she had gotten there that morning and there were a lot of people who sat here. But there was also a point in the fat that just as she had told him that he was in her sun, she was technically in his favorite spot. She was going to say that she could easily move, but he said that he wasn’t going to ask her to go away. Now she wasn’t sure if this was a blessing or a curse, because she had a feeling that there were only two ways that this could end. She could possibly want to kill him within seconds of him sitting down, or she would just be able to ignore him easily. She hoped for the latter because she didn’t want to deal with annoying people. Still she gave him a speculative look as he said that he wasn’t ready to move to another position, which was weird because she had never known someone to actually get attached to a spot. But he did have a point in saying that it was a rather packed day at the café, she had actually missed everyone coming out in her getting caught up in her book. So she could decide to just be polite and let him know that he could indeed sit down and just ignore him and continue reading her book. After all she was only planning on staying here another hour before she decided to go walk around the grounds for a while and going back inside to do homework.
“You can sit down, just because there are no other spots available” she said, “Just because I do not want to be rude and tell you to go away” [/style] |
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Post by zephyr philipe of mexico on Oct 4, 2012 10:56:44 GMT -5
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Post by magdalena luisa of austria on Oct 12, 2012 23:36:31 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 566 WORDS FOR Zephyr Philipe of Mexico NOTES: this sucks I'm sorry outfit DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Maggie was usually a patient person, after all people just left her alone because she was so quiet, But just the fact that this person was currently bothering her while she was trying to read was making the situation worse. After all she normally didn’t have to deal with people and well here he was, and he was obviously a flirt just by the energy that she was getting from him. But all she had to do was deal with him standing there, especially with this comment in response to her own. Really? If she wasn’t too set in staying outside and enjoying the sun for another ten minutes she probably would have stalked off just because she was that irritating. Well that and she was sure he wanted to get rid of her, so that might be why he was being such an ass. She gave him a glare and an eye roll as she kept her gaze on the book that she was currently reading. She needed to stay focused on the words on the page, and get back into Jane Austen’s world because that’s why she was here. Ignore the jerk, and just pretend he isn’t even there. That was going to be her philosophy at the moment, though she honestly couldn’t stay quiet at his comment just because he managed to push her buttons.
“Are you always this much of a jerk?” she asked, “Or is it that you just want to irritate me?”
Really? He was making it seem like it was smart for HER to let him sit down, when she was just giving him a courtesy. That was just crazy and she honestly just wanted to walk away now, but of course that’s probably what he wanted. He wanted to irritate her so that she would relinquish his seat to him, and she was not going to let him have her spot. If he wanted it enough, he should have gotten here early enough to take his seat and make sure that no one else would take it. After all there was no name on the chair, so he honestly could use his own logic in saying that you couldn’t really claim a seat as your own. Still she decided to not let him push her buttons, she took a deep breath in hopes that she wouldn’t end up throwing her drink in his face out of irritation. It wasn’t something she had ever done to anyone, she was pretty sure that if he pushed hard enough it would be a very reasonable thing to do. But of course that would make her rude, and the last thing she wanted to be was rude, after all she was a princess and she had to behave as such. But still she got lost on where she was and she tried to find her spot again, but she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to focus. Especially when he spoke again, why couldn’t he just sit down and not talk to her. After all sharing a table did not necessarily mean that you had to maintain a conversation, especially when the person was a relative stranger.
“My name is not bookwork, and I have no real reason to tell you my name” she said, “After all I don’t have plans of ever having to deal with you in the future” [/style] |
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