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Post by aaralyn on Sept 30, 2011 17:24:32 GMT -5
 Aara had spent the whole day shopping. For the first half of the day she had been with her siblings, but she had lost them both along the way as they had other things to be doing. The brown eyed girl didn't mind a little retail therapy alone though. Finally walking around in her heels had started to make her feet hurt. She wouldn't be surprised if when she took her shoes of her toes were bleeding. The thought made her shiver. Ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes was a tragedy. Deciding that it would be better if she just took a little break Aara stopped at a little cafe to get some tea.
She sat at one of the tables that were out side. That way she could watch all the people that walked by. Her bags sat in the the chair across from her and as she was waiting for the waitress or waiter Aara took off her shoes. Luckily her feet weren't as damaged as she had previously worried about. The brown haired girl rubbed her feet a little to work out some of the soreness and then put her shoe back on. The waitress finally approached and she ordered.
Aara wondered if her French was getting any better. When she had first arrived in Paris it had been terrible. One would think after such a long time she would have gotten better at it but she was sure that she still sounded like a tourist. Although she didn't feel like one her home was still in London and she wasn't native. Aaralyn wondered if that was why she had such a hard time talking to the natives. They were probably laughing at her poor accent behind her back. That made her paranoid but what doesn't make her paranoid.
Now she need a distraction. She looked around trying to find someone that she could get to sit with her and chat a bit. Someone who looked like they wanted company would be her best bet. Maybe someone would notice that she was all alone and come sit with her anyway. That would be nice. Then she wouldn't have to search on her own. Aara hated this feeling of being alone and always started to get nervous when she wasn't around people she knew well enough to be comfortable with. Author= Aura
Words= 406
Song(muse)= Just the Way You Are- Skyway Traffic
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Post by frederic sid roux on Sept 30, 2011 20:10:55 GMT -5
Rehearsals were hard, too hard for him to bear without a break. He was used to that though, because in the last years he had been working as hard to get into the school and now it was hard to keep with the level. His father had been so proud of him when he told him he had a place at ‘La Lumineuse’ that failing now would be too hard of a fall for him. Frederic wandered around the shopping district with his bag on his shoulder looking for a place to stop. The place was full of tourist and girls with hundred of shopping bags. He never liked shopping, it wasn’t in his male genes to go around looking for clothes; he was a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. Of course he tried to understand girls, with all that choices and jewels and everything, it suited their personality; girls were complicated, guys were too simple. No doubt they couldn’t understand each other sometimes; they just had very different points of views about things like clothing, tv shows... but he shared a passion with most of them; dancing.
He had gotten used to Paris after a while but he was still amazed at how could the streets always be so crowded. He felt kind of uncomfortable with so much people around, but looking at the bright side, this amount of people were going to make him famous. His dream of being a ballet dancer had created him a lot of problems in the past both with girls and mates. Girls tended to think he was gay, guys tended to think he was gay and stupid. He found a coffee place near and walked over there, looking around to find a place to sit. There was a girl in one of the tables who was trying to relieve her feet, probably from wearing those high heels. They looked good on girls but how could they stand them?
She looked normal and nice enough, it was the best choice. She even seemed sweet with that tired face. Smiling he walked to her table. “It’s this taken?” he asked, praying for her to be alone there so he wouldn’t have to sit alone or with the other people around. When he had thought she was the best choice, he really meant it. “How can you even walk on those?” Frederic couldn’t help but ask the poor girl about her shoes, sometimes he thought girls really were from another planet. The chair besides her was full of shopping bags probably with more clothes and shoes, when he went shopping he usually came back home with one bag with some shirt and jeans.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 449
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Post by aaralyn on Sept 30, 2011 20:32:48 GMT -5
Aara was sitting there rubbing her feet her heels on the ground next the chair that was full of bags. The cooler air helped to relieve so of the pain she had been feeling. Essentially she had given up on having company and had resorted back to her favorite pass time, spacing. Thoughts about how she got here and how she owed much of her ability to be attending ‘La Lumineuse’ to her brother who had worked hard to get himself into the school started running through her mind. He had been the pushing factor to get her here. He had fought to convince everyone that she was good enough.
She was thankful to him for that and wished that she could repay him somehow. That feat seemed impossible to Aara at the moment though. She looked around once more her mind solely looking for some inspiration for when she got back to the school. There would be a project due soon and she needed a subject since the teacher had left it up to her. Her brown eyes followed people as they walked trying to find someone with an interesting gait. People like that were often subjects in her paintings and drawings.
Aara's brown orbs landed on a guy that was walking towards her. He had a smooth way of walking and an air of confidence to himself. She watched as he walked with first his left foot then his right. His face told her that he was worn out from something, but his body seemed to be full of energy. This intrigued her artistic mind and she could already imagine a beautiful painting with this man as the focal point. What she didn't expect was for him to come over to her. Aara thought that he would go to one of the other many tables.
She didn't mind the company of an attractive person and she could get to know him more which was always good for her paintings. He asked to sit with her. She looked around and saw girls much prettier than her and around and wondered why he would want to sit with her. Although she was questioning this man's motives, Aara wasn't about to pass up some much wanted company. She nodded for him to sit down in one of the chairs that weren't occupied by her stuff. He commented on the fact that heels are painful to walk in.
Aara as a girl felt obligated to wear heels. That and they were all so pretty she couldn't pass up getting them when she saw them in the store. "I'm a girl we can't see a pair of shoes and not buy them. And if I buy something I plan to wear it." The brown haired girl explained why she would be so crazy as to be wearing heels. "I'm Aaralyn by the way. You can call me Aara though." She decided that she needed to tell this stranger her name before they started a hard core conversation. That was one of the first things her mother taught her about talking to people. 'Know who you are talking to, and if you don't figure it out.' It was a good thing to live by.
Author= Aura
Words= 532
Song(muse)= Feel like Dancing All Time Low
Outift=http://www.polyvore.com/my_wanted_outfit/set?id=10974246 |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Sept 30, 2011 21:08:31 GMT -5
So there he was, asking to sit with a stranger because that was just that kind of guy. He loved to be around people and he loved to make them laugh. Her mother had told him once that making people laugh was something not everyone could do and that he should make the most of his gift and charm. He was sure his mother wasn’t thinking about girls back then, but now he was using his gift to get to know them. He was grateful when he could finally sit and sighed, now relieved. He never got conscious of how sore his muscles were until he sat and relaxed, then all his body starts to ache from the exercise. Guys thought dancing was for weak, but he had to build up a good amount of strength to lift a girl in the air with one hand and move her around the stage while concentrating on his moves. Dancing was definitely not for weak, but that was something they will never understand and he had given up trying.
“Well if you are planning on wear them I guess is not a waste them, besides, you girls look good on heels.” Though he could never understand why girls find shoes so attractive, he had to give them the point of looking extremely hot with the right pair of them. Of course that wasn’t the case of all girls but it was her case, she looked real good in that outfit. “I’m Frederic.” He said introducing himself. “I don’t know what my parents were thinking when they gave me that name, you can call me Fred.” He winked at her and ordered black coffee. He wasn’t much of a fan of sweets and that kind of things but right now his muscles needed sugar so he ordered some macaroons along with the coffee for both of them. “By the way, they are my treat.” He said nodding towards what she had ordered before and smiled at her. He had sat with her so at least he could treat her to a coffee right?
“So what are you doing here in Paris? You don’t sound from here.” He also wasn’t from Paris but at least he was French, he could notice her accent was from abroad. A lot of came to Paris from different reasons, the main one was tourism but she didn’t seem to be a tourist so he was curious about he reasons. “And you don’t look like a tourist either, so I guess is either work or school.” He wished she wouldn’t ask him what was he doing and that she just thought his bag was from a gym and not for dancing, once he mentioned he was a dancer every girl jumped to the conclusion he was gay. This girl looked good enough for him to try at least flirting and he didn’t want his chance to be ruined. He knew it was inevitable but at least he could keep her talking about her story and avoid talking about him long enough for him to left as a mysterious guy but not a total stranger, so they could meet for a second time.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 541
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Post by aaralyn on Oct 1, 2011 8:20:15 GMT -5
Aara saw the pain spread across his face as he sat down. Whatever he had been doing had sure done a number on him. Aara thought about the fact that she wasn't even exercising and she was in pain. That seemed almost petty at the pain the man's face had featured just a few moments ago. She put her bare feet on the ground enjoying the coolness of the stone that was beneath her feet. Aara listened to his voice as he talked. His voice was pleasant to the ears and made her smile. He introduced himself and she couldn't help, but laugh at the fact that he had insulted his parents.
She waited to say anything as the man order food. While she was waiting Aaralyn examined Fred. He had kind eyes that let her know she didn't have to worry about being kidnapped or something. She could see the muscles in his body contract and relax as he moved. He was dressed casual and looked like the kind of guy that really didn't give a crap as long as it felt good and he didn't look like a hobo he'd wear it. Aara liked that in a guy. There couldn't be two of them obsessed with shopping.
Her deep brown eyes returned to his as he spoke again. He offered to pay for her. Aara thought that that was sweet, but she didn't feel the need. "You don't have to." Paying for herself was something that Aara always like doing. It gave her a sense of independence and that she was doing something right in live. Although she had spoken against it, she was sure that Frederic would still pay for her. Arguing a second time might make him leave and she didn't want this to be the last time they saw each other, especially if she were to use him for a painting.
Aara's confidence in her best French accent faded as the guy caught on to the fact that she wasn't a native. At least he did notice that she wasn't just another tourist. She smiled and said, "Here I thought I was being so convincing and you thought I was just another French girl. I'll have to work on my acting." She just had to say that. Then she continued, "I'm in Paris for school. I'm studying to become an artist." Aaralyn always loved saying that she was an artist. It made her feel good and it kind of rolled off her tongue.
Being proud of what she was and what she could do was something that Aara had always showcased. Not that she was being a show off; just that she had pride in herself. "So what are you doing in Paris?" Aara didn't want to be telling Frederic stuff about her and him not telling her anything about him. Although his accent was legitimately French it didn't mean that he was from Paris. You could be a French tourist, but then again he had the gym bag which told her he probably wasn't a tourist. Aara took a sip of her tea and she contemplated all of the possibilities as to why this man was in Paris. He could be working, going to school, visiting on business and had decided to go to the gym, with family or friends, the possibilities were endless. Instead of assuming what the reason was Aara would wait until he told her. The more she knew about him the better. Author= Aura
Words= 582
Song(muse)= Written in the Stars- Tinie Tempah
Outift=http://www.polyvore.com/my_wanted_outfit/set?id=10974246 |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 1, 2011 8:55:31 GMT -5
It was definitely his lucky day. Rehearsals had been perfect, he had finally mastered one of the figures and his teacher had praised him. It was difficult for a boy to be a dancer but that only made it more interesting for him, he liked a good challenge. Sitting there and after stretching his sore muscles a little, he looked better at the girl sitting in front of him. She had sweet brown eyes, a nice smile, a pleasant voice and looked a couple of years older than him. Luckily for him he was tall and well formed so everyone thought he was older than he really was. Frederic smiled wickedly as Aaralyn refused to him paying for the coffee. He lifted his hands in surrender and shrugged. “I’ll pay it anyway, I stole your moment alone so it’s the least I can do.” He took the coffee cup on his hands and smiled, the air outside was cold, it was autumn after all, soon it would start raining and weather would get worst, he will have to say goodbye to summer clothes. Still he was feeling pretty hot because of all the exercise he had been doing. He massaged his arm trying to relieve some of the tension and looked at her with a charming smile.
“You look like a French girl, and your accent is not bad. But I’m a native, I can hear the difference.” Frederic wasn’t really a flirt on purpose; it was kind of natural in him after years of practice. She seemed comfortable with him and that encouraged him to go on talking with her. “So you are an artist? Well that sounds great.” She looked really proud of what she was doing, and that was something he liked very much. People who were proud of what they do really appreciate what they were doing. He winced when she asked him the question he had hoped to avoid so bad, here was the moment she will look at him with surprise and then just assume what everyone did. He took a deep breath and decided to just answer. He, too, was proud of his dance but that only showed after the embarrassment of saying it out loud. It wasn’t as if he gave a damn about what people really thought but ruining a chance like this one was a pity.“I’m a ballet dancer.” He said in a soft voice. “You can imagine me in a pink tutu.” He said jokingly.
He wasn’t really from Paris, like her he had come here to study. Loads of people did that, Paris was just the best city if you wanted to become someone in the world of artist, and the best academies were there. “Now that you’ve got over the fact that I dance dressed in pink, where do you study?” Being a dancer had his perks, like a well toned body and a good strength. But it took time for girls to see that, they had to get pass the fact of him not being gay and so on. He hoped with his charm and his simple appearance he gave her the right impression, the fact that he wasn’t a style freak and that he did go to the gym to build his strength. “I can see you are liking Paris so far.” He said nodding to the bags, another good thing that Paris had, at least for girls, was that there were clothes shopping everywhere, and the best places to catch up with the last tendencies were there. Not that he knew much about it, but his previous girl had been one of those girls who forced him to watch style shows and go on interminable long days of shopping from store to store, him always carrying her bags around.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 635
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Post by aaralyn on Oct 1, 2011 9:28:45 GMT -5
Aaralyn's mind had briefly drifted again. She really needed to get a better grip on staying focused. It was hard for her though. In moments of silence she would fade out and come back in when the conversation regenerated itself. This time her thoughts went to her shopping spree today. Walking through all the stores and looking for the latest styles was something that she liked to do every once in a while. It wasn't like she was obsessed and had to buy a new outfit every time the style changed. She read magazines to keep up and only went out when she thought something was good enough to get or if she felt the strong need for more shoes. That happened a lot. Her closet was full of shoes that she might have worn once or twice. If they were really good shoes she might have worn them a lot. Aara would be the first to admit that she was addicted to buying shoes. In fact most of her bags had at least one, maybe two pairs of shoes in them. The brown eyed girl didn't think that it would be good to let Fred know that. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that would understand that.
He used the fact that he stole her alone time as an excuse as to why he felt the need to pay. "You didn't steal anything. I like the company." Aara told the truth. She hadn't been alone; it was just something she had never been comfortable with. It was her weakness and would usually do almost anything to not be alone. Even at night sometimes she would crawl into bed with her sister or brother because the loneliness got to be too much for her. Frederic smiled at her and she couldn't help but notice how pretty his smile was. There was just a way about this man that made her want to smile and never stop. She couldn't help, but laugh a little when he said that she looked like a French girl. "I wouldn't go as far as to say that I look French. I like to try though." He seemed encourage to talk to her and she liked that. Fred also seemed to like the fact that she was an artist.
The one that Fred didn't look like he like was telling her that he was a dancer. She could have guessed that one because of the way he walked. He even made a jab at himself about the tutu thing. She had to laugh a little at the tutu comment, but not that he was a dancer. Aara was always mesmerized by dancers. She didn't understand how they could make something so difficult look so easy. When they moved it looked like they were floating on a small plane of air and that their feet never really touch the ground. She also had to give props to the guys that held up the girls and then continued to dance. "A dancer huh? Sounds fun. My sister's a dancer, she works hard at it." Aara held some respect for dancers in her heart and didn't think anything bad about this guy being one.
There wasn't much for her to get over since she was unfazed by the fact that Frederic was a dancer. "I study at La Lumineuse." She explained where she was studying. Aaralyn loved the school it was fun for her to be surrounded by other people who were as artistic as she was. The dedication that everyone had to their talents was beyond anything that Aara had seen in London. People went all out here and she had to fight to keep up. Finally Fred commented on the numerous bags that Aara had sitting in the chair beside her. "I am enjoying Paris. Not just because of the shopping though. It's beautiful here and to an artist any place with an ounce of beauty is worth being at. It makes my job so much easier." She wouldn't deny that shopping was perk, but her main point of coming her was to fine tune her art and to start making money off of it. That was the appeal that Paris held to her. Author= Aura
Words= 709
Song(muse)= Jaseay Ray All Time Low
Outift=http://www.polyvore.com/my_wanted_outfit/set?id=10974246 |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 1, 2011 10:05:18 GMT -5
After days of non-stop training and rehearsals it was good to have some free time, and he was spending it with a girl. Not bad. They had decided to give them a break, overworking them would only give them problems, his feet were already at their limit, and he was just too tired to keep up with the pace for so long. He was grateful for the company and excited to have something different to talk about but work, work and more work. Not that he minded talking about his passion, it was that there was so much more out there too, and a change from time to time wasn’t bad. That made him remember he had to call his father once he get to his apartment, he wanted him to come to the special Halloween performance they were going to do at school and for which he was training until exhaustion.
“I’m glad you enjoy the company, I wasn’t feeling like sitting alone either.” Though that was pretty obvious since he was sitting with her. He was glad he had decided to shower at the school instead to wait until he get home, at first he hadn’t plan on hanging around, he just wanted to go back and sit on the couch watching TV for the rest of the day. But well, he couldn’t complain, something had told him to just stop at that place, maybe it was fate. He smiled at her comment about not looking like a French girl but he was sure she did. She could have passed for one of them, she was stylish all dressed in black and cute, she had that French air on her; she had blended in more than she thought she did. “I almost never lie, so trust me.” He winked at her again and took another sip of his coffee taking a macaroon with it this time. He made a face, he didn’t really like sweet things but it was necessary this time.
He was impressed when she didn’t comment on him being a ballet dance, so much that he choked on the macaroon and almost spilled the coffee. He looked at her with big eyes and he a big smile spread on his face, his eyes shining with excitement. “It’s really hard to keep up, too much training, too much hours, and little social life outside the dancing circle.” You never really have time to socialize when you are a dancer, well, there were a lot of things you couldn’t do when you are dancer, like eating fast food or stop training everyday or things like that. He couldn’t afford to either gain or lost weight, or lost his muscle tone, or his figure. It was all related and necessary to perform in the most perfect way. But they were sacrifices he felt comfortable doing. His excitement grew when she commented she was studying at La Lumineuse, the same academy as he.
If you study at La Lumineuse that means you are the best at what you do, and if you are not the best at least you are close to it. It was the most demanding and strict academy; if you can’t keep up then you are out. To get a place there you had at least to be ranking very high, and you had to be very sure of where you were going to enroll. It had taken him days of non-sleep to get in; he was there with a scholarship which was more difficult. “I study there too, it’s my first year though.” He had been so proud when he had received the acceptance, but he had also been scared of going. People there compete to be the number one, to get the best grades, the best spots, they all had a goal in mind; they wanted to be the best. He wasn’t sure at first his dance was good enough to fit in there but his father had tried to convince him of the contrary and once he got there he had to work very hard to keep up with the talent he had found there. He smiled when she talked about how she was enjoying Paris. “You are right, you came to the best place for inspiration.”
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 714
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Post by aaralyn on Oct 1, 2011 14:48:21 GMT -5
Aara like that Frederic was able to make her laugh. That was always a good quality in a guy. Something that Aara always looked for. It made conversation flow easier and the transition from friends or acquaintances to in a relationship was much smoother that way. Not that she was saying that they would end up in a relationship, but the thought of one with anyone. She wouldn't mind getting to know Fred better. He entertained her and if someone was flirting with her she wasn't going to let it end over one little meeting. That was never fun. Aara also liked that if she thought about it she was comfortable with letting Frederic meet her siblings. That is always important to her since her family is a very essential part to her life and well being. Frederic seemed comfortable being a ballerina even though he was a man and seemed proud of what he did. There were just a lot of pros for getting to know this guy more. Aaralyn's interest was piqued and she no longer felt the need to space and think about other things. Her mind was completely focused on the conversation she was having. This was weird because that very rarely happen for Aara.
Frederic pointed out that he hadn't wanted to be sitting alone either. That had been obvious to her since he had sat with her. She wasn't going to point out that it was obvious though because she felt rude when she did that. Mainly because the first thought that came to her mind was 'No duh Sherlock' which would definitely cause him to leave her. Aara didn't want to be left alone now that she had the company so she just smiled and kept the comment to herself. Frederic winked at her after saying that he didn't which hinted that he really did believe that she looked French. She wasn't sure at the moment if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He took a bit of the macaroon and then made a funny face. Aaralyn couldn't help, but laugh at the face. Before she had just been giggling because something was sort of funny, but now she laughed for real. Never before had she seen someone make that kind of face. It was comical. "Alright if you don't always lie what would you lie about?" She continued on his comment so she would stop laughing.
He seemed surprised that she was unfazed at the fact that he was a ballerina. Aara was fully aware of the fact that not all male dancers were gay. She had been around many due to her sister. He was so surprised that he almost choked and spilled his coffee. Aara was reduced to a fit of giggles at that. Never before had anyone managed to make her laugh so hard. It was one of the funniest things she had ever seen. After recovering from the slight fumble Fred explained what Aaralyn already knew about dancers. They had to work their asses off and had very little time to do much of anything else. Aara was lucky if she saw her sister more than once a week. She had been thankfully that her sister had gotten away from the day to be able to spend some time with her siblings. "Trust me I'm aware of the time dance takes up. I was lucky to get to spend a few hours with my sister today. It was nice though." Aara didn't mind talking about her siblings and hoped that it didn't bother Fred that she had brought her sister up twice now.
Aaralyn was pleasantly surprised when Fred pointed out that he also went to La Lumineuse. That meant that he was very good at what he did. It was the hardest school to get into and she was always impressed by other people who had gotten in. She knew that she had worked hard to get in even with a little push from her brother it was hard. "It's my third," she explained that she had been there a few years longer. Even though that meant she was probably older it didn't deter Aara from continuing the conversation with Frederic. He smiled after she talked about liking Paris. "I love that I can look outside and just come up with a new idea. It's always changing." Aaralyn was sure that she would never stop being amazed by the city.
Author= Aura
Words= 746
Song(muse)= Kiss the Girl
Outift=http://www.polyvore.com/my_wanted_outfit/set?id=10974246 [/quote][/quote] |
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 1, 2011 15:37:57 GMT -5
If there was something Fred was good at, aside from flirting, was making people laugh and it was so obvious that Aara was having fun that he couldn’t help but feel pleased about it. It was always easier to make friends that way, and it made it easier for the other person to be comfortable around him and open up. Fred was a very open guy, he loved honesty, and he tried to be as honest as he could. He had never really met an artist so close up, of course he had exchanged words with some of them at school and so on, but no farther than that. He laughed along with her, he couldn’t help making faces when eating sweet things, but they were good for sore muscles, they needed the sugar. “I don’t really like sweet things you see, I think I’m the weirdest guy for that.” He said explaining himself and taking a sip of his coffee to get rid of the taste. “I would lie about that for example, if the girl really like sweets and she forces me to eat them.”
It was very easy to talk to her, something he really liked. She had brain and was smart, he liked that on a girl. At La Lumineuse you will find a lot of smart people, but always inside their field, if you took the girls out of there then you will find out most of them were snobs who liked to brag about their talent and whose only conversations involved clothes branch, shoes and how they looked that day. Not that he minded to hang around them from time to time, he liked to be friends of everyone, but sometimes you can grow pretty tired of them. So far he felt he could sit there forever with her and never ran out of topics, and more important, she hadn’t made fun of him for being a dancer and she seemed to pretty much understand the world he was moving. Fred had the feeling she was special. “Congratulations, you’ve won the title of being the first girl who didn’t made fun of me or thought I was gay for being a dance.” He said with a playful wink but really relieved. It was a plus that she had a sister who was a dancer too.
Fred was pretty happy with his dance partner, Cosette. It had been luck to be paired up with such a talented girl and he liked to work with her, it was very easy. “I’m glad you understand because that means you won’t get mad at me when I can’t meet you as often as we want because of my busy schedule.” He said, letting her know he was planning on meeting her again. That was for sure, and it was even easier for him because they went to the same academy. Finding each other in the halls and being able to meet during classes time will make it go smooth. He had tried with other girls before but all of them complained about him not giving them enough time. “Now tell me about your life as an artist apart from the inspiration.” He could understand her perfectly well when she spoke about Paris, he never got tired of it either but missed his beloved Lyon. He could imagine both of them walking around Paris and being inspired together, sounded like the best idea he had since he had arrived to the city. Not to mention Aara was the first real friend he was making at the city.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 606
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Post by aaralyn on Oct 1, 2011 16:19:15 GMT -5
This was probably one of the first times that Aara was having a good time talking to someone. Usually it was one sided conversation where she spoke just fill the voids and sometimes it was so awkward she just didn't know what to say to the other person. There was just a connection between the two that couldn't be rivaled by any she had with anyone, but her family. Aaralyn also trusted Fred which made her even more comfortable to be around him. There were few guys that she could say that she truly trusted. "Don't like sweets? Mmm that is a little weird, but whatever you want. I won't judge or try to force any on you. Although I love sweets, especially chocolate, I could eat it all day if I won't gain a bagillion pounds for it."
Aara didn't think she had ever met someone that didn't like sweets. To each their own though. Not much could make her change her mind about being friends with Frederic. If she could see into the future and everything was perfect she'd be spending a lot more time with Fred. Of course he might not want to spend time with her. Maybe she was boring him or maybe he just didn't feel the connection that she felt. Frederic soon dispelled all of her fears. First he said that she was the first girl to not think that he was gay and then that he was glad she would understand that dance took up a lot of time and they wouldn’t get to spend time together all the time. "I feel so privileged to be the first girl who didn't think you were gay. Although, I want to know what makes you think I want to spend more time with you?" She said the last part in a teasing tone so he knew she wasn't serious and really did want to spend time with him.
It made her excited to know that he wanted to see more of her though. She had been worried that it was a one sided feeling at that they would leave here and only run into each other a few more times and that would be it of their relationship. That would disappoint Aara greatly. She wasn't sure where their relationship would go, but the unknown was appealing to her at the moment. It was kind of like a sky diver standing at the door of the airplane wondering if they were going to land safely or not and then the jump because they want to see what happens next. That or a person who reads the first book the series and is upset about the handing ending and they have to search every bookstore until they found the sequel. Those were the best analogies that Aara could come up with for her feelings at the moment. Taking another quick sip of her tea, the brown haired girl noticed that her hair had fallen into her face and then she moved it and tucked it back behind her ear.
Fred asked her to talk more about her art. Aaralyn wasn't sure exactly where to start. Art was such a big part of her life and there was so much to tell it would be hard to explain it all without blabbering. "I started when I was a little girl. My whole family is artistic. I guess I was destined to be good at something. I'm not good at everything though. Like my sculpting is atrocious. I mainly stick to painting and drawing. I like sketching black and white when it comes to wielding a pencil. I'll try pretty much anything, but I won't promise that I'll be good. One of my teachers told me I should stick to my strong points but I ignored her. Anything else you want to know?" She hoped that that had been enough but was willing to add more if necessary.
Author= Aura
Words= 659
Song(muse)= Teenagers My Chemical Romance
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 1, 2011 17:49:09 GMT -5
Who could imagine you will find such a great girl by luck at a café you suddenly decide to stop by. Fred wouldn’t have believed it, but he was living it right at the very moment. Aside from the fact that Fred would make friends anywhere, even with a frog, there were places you never think you will find someone to talk to for hours. But well, even during a queue he was able to make friends with the person right in front of him. He was having a great time listening to her clear laugh and her voice, babbling about everything she liked and truly enjoying his company. He noticed her pained face for the shoes had disappeared, and he was proud he had made her forget about that. “For real, I don’t like them, but they do good when I’m sore.” He said making another face as he bit another of the macaroons. “Something about food for the muscles, it seems the body needs sugar.” He winked and took a big gulp of the coffee, asking to the waitress to refill it.
He smiled when she said she felt honored at being the first girl he didn’t need to convince about him being straight, which was a big relieve for him. He decided to tease her a little a make her blush because she had given him such an open one with her answer that he couldn’t let it go. “Well, the fact that you are laughing openly and freely and that you still are sitting in front of me, not to mention how you had checked me out during our conversation.” He gave her a half-smile as he lay back on the chair and stretched his legs. He was sure that would make her blush, it was something he loved doing, making girls blush. Body language said a lot, people never really thought about the real power of knowing about it, he knew it very well and used it to his advantage. That’s what made it so easy to be around him, he listened everything about the person and gave them exactly what they were asking for. “I think that pretty much says it all, but hey, you can always say no to my offer, but no going back. I might be busy later.” He said chuckling.
He loved how she babbled on and on about what made her wanting to become an artist. Now he felt the need to reciprocate telling her about him. He didn’t need to fear now that he knew she wouldn’t judge his decision. “Well my mother taught me to dance, and I guess I fell in love while watching her move around.” Fred had a sad smile on his face as he remembered the soft voice of her mother telling him what he should do. He could even hear the music and see his mother there, dancing in the dining room, the sunlight giving her some strange aura. It had been almost magical. “I drop it though, when things got hard at school. Then she passed away and I decided I should go back to dancing, it was her dream and I really couldn’t be without dancing for long.” He had been looking down at the table while talking about it and now he lifted his eyes with a bright smile, not wanting to worry her. “That’s my tragedy, though I bet Sheakspeare would have said it wasn’t good enough to be called like that.” He made of everything a joke, it was easier to deal with it that way.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 599
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Post by aaralyn on Oct 1, 2011 18:47:21 GMT -5
Aara understood the need of muscles to have sugar especially after working out. They used up a lot of energy that way and it took a bit to restore it. What Aaralyn found intersting was that Fred used coffee to wash done the sugar from the macaroons. "Your body wants to restore the carbs it used. You could easily do the same thing the sugar is doing by eating something like bread or pasta. That is if you really don't want to eat the sugar." Aara pointed out that the sweets were not his only option although she would have gone for the sweets first herself. It still amazed her that he didn't like sweets. The thought was foreign to her.
What came out of Frederic's mouth next made a blush appear upon the brown haired girl's face starting from her neck and working its way upward. He had caught her examining him when he first arrived. Here she thought she had been being sneaky. Apparently she needed to work on that. "I wasn't checking you out. I was just thinking about using you as the subject for a painting I have to do for my class. I didn't mean it in a sexual way. Not that you aren't attractive, but that wasn't my intent." Aara was all flustered now and didn't know what to say or how to say it. She hoped that he didn't think she was a perv or something because she wasn't. Aaralyn noticed that Fred had leaned back like it was no big deal that she was 'checking him out'. "You don't seem to upset with the fact that I was though, Fred." Aara pointed out. It only upset her a little that he had managed to get her to blush. That was just something that she didn't usually do.
He didn't need any more information about her art which made Aara a little happier because she didn't want to continue babbling on about it. It always felt rude to her when she babbled because she was taken up the entire conversation and that was never fair to the other person. Her father used to always get on her for taking up other's peoples time by telling them things that they didn't want to here. She could hear his stern voice now in her ear. They always had story time at the end of everyday and sometimes she would steal her siblings spotlight by talking too much. She didn't want Fred to feel the same way.
Luckily he started talking about his dancing on his own and didn't need prompting. She thought that it was good of him to continue dancing after his mother died. Although she had never had a parent die, she was sure that it was a difficult thing to go through. Aara couldn't even imagine how it would feel if one of her parents died. It would be devastating. Frederic seemed to handle it well though, using dance as a way to cope with the grief. She knew the feeling of loving watching someone doing something. The feeling occurred to the brown eyed girl often when she watched people for inspiration. The way the body could move had always fascinated her. Aara thought it would have been harder to talk about the death of one's mom, but Fred still managed to smile. She gave him kuddos for that. The Shakespeare joke was a good one. "Shakespeare was a drama queen. I wouldn't want to be a part of one of those tragedies." It was the truth; Aara had never understood the appeal of Shakespeare. He seemed a little overly dramatic to her.
Author= Aura
Words= 611
Song(muse)= If I Die Young Band Perry
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Post by frederic sid roux on Oct 1, 2011 19:31:41 GMT -5
Fred blinked, rubbed his eyes as if he couldn’t believe them and blinked again. And there he had been all his life eating sweet things because everyone had told him it was what he needed to eat. He frowned to the macaroons and pushed them over to her. He called the waitress over and asked for some sandwich, which was going to be much better than trying to eat those macaroons with the coffee. “I can’t believe it, everyone told me I should eat sugar, they never mention about the bread and pasta.” His amazement changed to a proud smile when he got what he wanted, Aara blushing, and he had to give it to her; she was really cute when blushing. Making a girls blush was his way of knowing if the girl was really interested in him, and the way she babbled and tripped over her own words gave him the confirmation he needed. “Easy there.” He said laughing softly. “First, I feel flattered you thought about using me as a model.” He said, really meaning it, no one had ever said him that before. “And second, I don’t mind because I checked you out too.”
He hoped his comment made her blush deeper. He had discovered he loved to teaser as well as to make her laugh. What an interesting girl he had in front of his eyes. It was hard to resist to her unintentional charm and the air of innocence she had around. “And if you don’t mind me saying so, I like what I saw.” He chuckled again and thanked the waitress when she left his order in front of him. He licked his lip at the sight of his sandwich and took a big bite out of it, chewing it with his eyes closed. “Now this is much better.” He said, helping to wash it down with the coffee. He found himself enjoying the afternoon a lot; he hadn’t so much fun in a very long time. Sure he enjoyed dancing and everything but it took a lot of concentration and there wasn’t any time left for fun, everything had to be perfect. He looked at her and he saw that face, the one everyone did when he told them about his mother. He didn’t like people pitying him, or thinking about how hard it had been for him, it was a truly waste of time. “Don’t make that face. Is not like the world ended with her death you see, I have plenty of things to live for, first of them my dance.”
It was true he had used dancing as a way to get over her mother’s death, that way he felt she was with him, watching over his moves and smiling down at him proudly. He also enjoyed remembering her, it wasn’t painful or something he wanted to drown down in his heart. Death was a natural thing and you should just deal with it. “You are right, but come on, who won’t want to be part of his greats romances? Romeo and Juliet, though both of them ended up dead.” He laughed and looked at the window again, wondering what time it was. Not that he cared much, he just wanted to measure how much fun he was really having, there was that saying about time flying and he loved to see if it was right. “You know, you should eat those.” He said nodding toward the macaroons he had left in front of her. “You won’t get fat for eating them, besides, you will look good anyway.” He never thought extremely skinny girls were sexy, and couldn’t understand people who thought they were. He hated the strict diet most of the ballerinas had to take to lost weight, of course it wasn’t for getting prettier, it was to be lighter so it would be much easier for their moves and everything. But still it wasn’t right they had to do such sacrifices, or so he thought.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 668
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Post by aaralyn on Oct 1, 2011 20:30:11 GMT -5
Aara thought she had seen surprise cross Fred's face before, but now she had really seen it. She wasn't sure how long he had thought that he had to suffer through eating the sugar that he hated so much, but apparently someone had forgotten to tell him that he had options. He quickly asked the waitress to bring him a sandwich. The waitress seemed surprised by the tone of Frederic's voice but went off to get the sandwich. Aara was sure that she thought that Fred had lost his mind. Deep down Aara wasn't sure that he had ever been sane, but that always made for a good time and fun people.
His expression changed when he saw Aara's blush. She wasn't glad that he made her blush because she knew that he was testing her, but she didn't know what he was trying to get out of it. What information did the fact that she blushed give him? That was one unknown that Aaralyn felt she was obligated to know. Then he admitted that he had checked her out too. The brown haired girl got a little darker. She had never blushed so much in her life. It was a new feeling to be so flattered by a guy. Aara didn't think that it was possible for her to blush any further but then he said that he had liked what he saw and she turned an even deeper shade of red. She was so overwhelmed by the comments that she didn't really know what to say, and for the first time in her life was at a loss for words.
Her blush faded a little when Frederic got his sandwich. She laughed at the fact that he took a huge bite and looked like he had gone to heaven. Never before had anyone looked so happy to have a sandwich. He reminded her of how someone would look after going days without food and then being presented with the small sandwich. Aara was aware that Fred was not a starving man, but that's what he looked like at this moment. For the first time throughout their conversation Aara wondered what time it was. She had intended to stop by for a quick drink then to continue on to her apartment. So much for that. Not that she was complaining she loved the way that they talked like old friends.
Aara hadn't been aware that she was making a face. Frederic commented on it though. She hadn't meant to offend him or to make him think that she pitied him. To be honest she wasn't really sure how to feel. He was a very optimistic person and she liked that in him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make a face, or to make you think that I pitied you. I didn't really know what to think. I was just thinking." Aara wasn't sure if that was a good enough explanation, but it would have to do for now. She hoped that he wasn't to mad at her. He made it known that he wasn't with another comment about Shakespeare. "I think Romeo and Juliet were stupid. If Romeo wasn't so bull headed and would have understood what Juliet was trying to convey he wouldn't have killed himself. If I were Juliet I would have called Romeo stupid and said I was better off without him and walked out. Not gone and killed myself too. Totally not worth it." Aara knew that her out take on the great Shakespearian plays was odd, but it was honest. She never really liked them.
Frederic gestured to the macaroons and told her to eat some. Aara debated whether or not she wanted one. Not because she didn't want to get fat, but because she wasn't sure if she was hungry. Deciding that she could have one she picked one up and took a bite. When she finished chewing she spoke. "You're a flatterer today aren't you? I'm not afraid to eat. I just usually wait to eat until I'm hungry. "Aara thought it was stupid for girls to starve herself. She ate when she wanted, but ate wisely and she didn't think that she looked bad. Perfect weight for her height and she had a guy hitting on her so there was nothing wrong with her figure.
Author= Aura
Words= 725
Song(muse)= Kissed A Girl Katy Perry
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