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Post by shideh5 on Oct 10, 2011 9:01:32 GMT -5
Aniela believed she had a knack for creating an emotional day for people. Tristan had cracked like an egg, a very stupid egg. The fool believed every word she said, she could see it in his eyes. If his other two siblings were just as easy, Aniela's parents would be dealing with a vendetta fuelled by Ireland. The thought brought a huge smile to Aniela's face. She hadn't even got around to pranking and/or hurting the Queens yet, she was just warming up. Practising. Fortunately for Aniela, Branna's boyfriend was a friend of Aniela's. 'Friend' as a loosely fitted term anyway. She respected him as a fellow prankster, 'friend' was probably way off the mark. So as a result of this association Aniela almost thought twice about messing with Branna. She had been in the middle of this contemplation when she heard the noise of footsteps approaching the river. Aniela ducked behind a hedge in case it was someone she could get. Miss Princess of Ireland herself.
Normally there were motives for the things Aniela did. Tristan for example, was funny-looking. Add a side of pain and he was as irresistable as free chinese. This time though she was only thinking of how much trouble she could cause for her parents if she ticked off Ireland for them. With no further thought Aniela launched herself at the girl, throwing her backward into the river. With one forceful push she sent the girl over the edge - literally.
Then she went for her sob story, which was as unconvincing as the notion that there wasn't some crying first year inside her bruised heart. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else." she murmured shyly, though by now most of the school had perhaps figured out that she wasn't that girl anymore.
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Post by branna on Oct 11, 2011 20:43:31 GMT -5
[/img]  [/center] Branna was not in a good mood, not at all. She didn't know why, but instead of staying in her room and boiling in anger, Branna had agreed to meet Matvei at the Riverbed. Of course, she had been busy talking to Tristan and told Matvei that she would simply meet him there. She hadn't spent much time getting ready, just letting her hair fall down her shoulders, she applied green eye shadow to her eyes, threw on a green dress, a pair of silver flats, and as usual wore her cuff bracelet and necklace from her siblings. Unfortunately, Branna had forgotten her phone at her dorm, but knew she had no time to go back and get it.
Jumping in her car, Branna drove to the Riverbed and started walking towards where she and Matvei were to meet before all the sudden she felt someone throw her backwards into the river. "Cad é an ifreann?!" Normally Branna was fairly good to sticking with English, especially since half of her country spoke it just as much as their own language, but of course, when caught off guard, Branna went back to speaking Irish only. Thanking God silently for leaving her phone and Ipod at her dorm, and not really caring about her dress or makeup, Branna mentally tried shaking the confusion out of her and attempted to wipe the water out of her eyes.
Looking at the girl who had knocked her over, the rage that had consumed her earlier on in the day when Tristan had told her about the Polish princess who had told him Reena would never love him returned. "Duit! Cac. You!" Gritting her teeth, Branna practically jumped out of the water and marched up to Aniela. Of course, Branna had a very bad Irish temper that she had inherited from her father, so she didn't think twice of getting in Aniela's face. "What the hell was that for?! And not only that, who died and made you God so you could tell my brother who loves him and who doesn't?! Hmm?! And who do you think you are saying what Reena likes or doesn't like!?" Not buying Aniela's obviously fake sorry, Branna glared at Aniela, looking more like a mother bear than the Princess she was. "Listen here, I don't care if you're friends with my boyfriend. I, do not, take well to people messing with my family and friends."
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING ANIELA !
WORDS 404. !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES SORRY, SHE'S NOT VERY NICE WHEN PROVOKED !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION ![/COLOR][/FONT] |
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Post by shideh5 on Oct 16, 2011 7:43:27 GMT -5
"Wow, it's almost like you've grown a penis." she folded her arms, her gaze narrowing on Branna. "I remember that annoying femininity you had whenever Matvei was around. That sickening girly shyness just because your in love" Aniela said the word 'love' like the vomit was forming in her mouth. She didn't care much for her and Matvei's love life, in fact, it was getting old. They're together, they're not together. Keeping up is exhausting and the particularly hilarious segment was the part when they expected people to care. Either stay together or stop whining about breaking up, geez. Fortunately Matvei was fun to pull pranks with, so Aniela wouldn't go near him. However, she made no promises about his girlfriend.
Shrugging off her comment about Tristan, Aniela calmly replied "I only stated my opinion. It's up to him what he chooses to believe. If he believes it so easily then it must've been preying on his mind already." she simplified. Branna may think she's being all tiny queen but Aniela knew exactly how to play it and was a lot bitchier than anything the Queens could throw at her. She'd watched their arguments on the chat, why call a person immature nicknames when you could really, genuinely hurt them? Physically or emotionally. "So back off before you embarrass yourself." she smirked, looking at her nails in a completely uninterested way. Her parents would be getting a call from Ireland any day now, she had only one sibling left to torment.
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Post by branna on Oct 22, 2011 22:45:20 GMT -5
 Branna rolled her eyes at Aniela's rudeness. "At least someone can love me. Does anyone love you? Can anyone love you? You're so horrid to people I'd never believe anyone could tolerate you for more than a moment." It was obvious enough the girl had never been loved or at the very least had never had someone truely love her. Branna hated the fact that her boyfriend was friends with Aniela, but she wasn't going to tell him who he could talk to and who he couldn't, it just wasn't right. He didn't like all of her friends, though granted some of them didn't like him either, but he didn't demand she stop talking to them and nor would she, so she wasn't going to even think of telling him who he could be friends with. She would just let it be known that she did not like the conniving little witch at all. Besides, Branna figured Matvei wouldn't be happy with Aniela on his own, though Branna still didn't understand what Matvei saw worthy of friendship in Aniela. Matvei pranked for fun, not to hurt people. It was obvious that hurting people was the only thing Aniela was interested in.
"You played with the mind of an innocent boy who is in love with someone who is unsure of her feelings. It's not your place to tell him what Reena feels, especially when you know nothing of Reena nor do you know anything of love or how people feel." Branna became even more angered as Aniela acted uninterested. "I'm not embarrassing myself here, I wasn't the childish one who pushed someone in a river just for pure enjoyment of playing with people." Attempting to calm down, even if only just a slight bit so she slap Aniela, Branna took a small breath and tried counting to ten in her mind. 'one...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten'
[/i] Of course, it hardly worked seeing as she was more than pissed off at Aniela, but she didn't want to physically harm the girl... first anyway. All she needed was Aniela saying how Branna attacked her first, even though technically Aniela had done so. Not only had she attacked Tristan emotionally, she had pushed Branna into a river! Branna wouldn't go to her parents about this though. She knew that they were busy enough running a country, they didn't need bothered with a pety little girl like Aniela. Branna could take care of herself, and her siblings. [/color][/size][/font][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Tag: Aniela
[/b] Word Count:[/color] four hundred and twenty-one Outfit: click[/b][/i] Notes:[/i] ehh not that great Credits: Lyrics: Taylor Swift
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Post by shideh5 on Oct 23, 2011 9:08:45 GMT -5
"Why do you presume that love needs to give my life meaning like it does yours? Hello, the only asset that comes from love is that bucket of rare moments when you aren't fighting, cheating or having troubles." Aniela looked at Branna with utter bewilderment. Did this girl honestly think the fact that she didn't get some whiny guy following her around meant that her life was any worse off? Matvei and many other guys, they have interests, they had personality. They had excitement and fun. Then they got into a relationship and it consumed them. Suddenly they hardly spend time with friends, they don't pursue hobbies alone. Love was basically a pair of handcuffs that meant you couldn't do anything without the other. Aniela looked at Branna for exhibit A.
Processing what Branna said about Tristan for a long moment, Aniela patronizingly shrugged. "I know that love is a waste of time, case closed I'd say. If anything I saved your brother." her voice elevated slightly. "As for pushing you into the river, from where I was standing that was hilarious. And now your all wet, which is also funny. Win-win." she smirked, petting Branna's damp hair. "There there." she gave her mock sympathy, more than she ever usually gave.
"Tell Matvei I'll see him at Jose Madness around 8. Toodles." she grinned, proud of herself as she walked away from the wet girl with her head held high. She advanced back toward Vineheart, she knew who the next Irish royal was and she was to be seeking her out very soon.
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