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Post by olivia meghan stoner on Dec 24, 2011 6:14:13 GMT -5
  The two Stoner kids were at home, and that is not meant in the way it sounded, by Stoner kids I merely meant the two siblings with the last name of Stoner, Olivia didn’t touch drugs and she sure as hell hoped that Dave was nowhere near them either. Managing and owning a daycare meant that Olivia had to make sure that none of her employees were anywhere near anything remotely illegal or at all harmful and she lived by it too. It often meant that people perceived Olivia to be a boring person because she wouldn’t touch drugs and she wouldn’t drink if it was on a working night, she cared too much about the kids. Most people didn’t understand Olivia’s maternal side and to an extent Olivia didn’t really get it either, she didn’t have any kids, she didn’t have any young siblings, in fact growing up she hadn’t really had any young children around her. There was an innocence that kids had that Olivia wished could be bottled and sold, it was something that she felt needed to be cherished and so she did her best to do just that. Of course music was always a second option for Olivia but she felt like she couldn’t do as much good with that, she’d probably make more money and be known by more people but she couldn’t say that she taught little Emmi to read or she was there when Alex said his first word, it was moments like that that reminded Olivia she was in the right job.
Olivia was watching television with her laptop on her knee, as per usual, she had to multi-task otherwise she just got bored. The programme on the screen was an English one that she’d managed to find on some obscure channel, it was called Child of our Time and it was talking all about children growing up, it was the perfect programme for the young girl. She was also typing away on her laptop, just facebooking and tweeting as per usual. Her guitar was propped up against the couch because Olivia hated adverts almost more than anything else so when they came on she muted the sound and played whatever came to her head, she was such an impatient person. In fact, I say that but she was waiting for her brother, not for any particular reason but just because she didn’t really like being sat on her own and she just wanted some company, thankfully she shared her flat with her brother so she was never on her own for too long. The ad break began and she muted the sound whilst pulling her guitar onto her lap, propping her foot so she could play. She began to strum the first song that came to her head, which turned out to be a Taylor Swift one, she really wasn’t sure why. She really disliked the girl but there was something about her songs that was just annoyingly catchy.
words; four nine nine
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Post by david on Dec 24, 2011 13:39:20 GMT -5
Dave could be described as a bit of a neat freak sometimes, though in his current situation, that wasn't a very good trait to have. It had worked out well when he was teaching his own little squad of elementary students and living in his own house, but now that he was dealing with younger kids and living in his sister's flat? Nothing was neat, though he wasn't criticizing his sister or anything. It's just that toddlers and pre-kindergarten kids were, by their nature, messy, and Olivia? Well, she was pretty clean, but not as clean as what David was used to. His old house had been devoid of almost everything that could have proved someone was living there, except for the food in the fridge and the few family pictures scattered around. Of course, once he'd fallen into his little zombie act, he'd thrown the pictures away and the food had been cut down quite a bit... But no, it was almost as if he was making up for the messiness of the house that he had spent his entire childhood in. That house had been unbearably messy, and even though Dave had grown used to it after a while, he still made sure that he never became like that.
There were other things he was making up for, too. Like all the violence that had taken place. No, his parents hadn't been at all abusive, but he and Olivia had fought like wild tigers over something as simple as a slice of pizza. He still had scars from both her and the kids at school, though he had no way of knowing if Olivia had scars too. It wasn't like he was going to ask about something like that, even if he thought about it more than he wanted to admit. No, they had supposedly both moved past that, though the whole rape thing didn't help David much with the ability to live and forget things. He shuddered at that thought, pausing in his cleaning of the kitchen to look over at Olivia, who had begun to play another little song on her guitar. That made him smile, though he was mentally questioning her choice of artist. Taylor Swift wasn't exactly a good role model, was she? It surprised him that he was thinking about things like that, but both he and Olivia were, yes, making up for the violence in their childhood by taking care of kids. For a while, Dave had settled with teaching kids, but then he just couldn't stand to be in New York and couldn't find a good teaching job in Paris...
Really, he was in debt to his little sister, which felt a little weird to him. She'd given him a job and a place to stay, and even though he helped pay for the flat and did most of the grocery shopping, he still went out of his way to help his sister whenever he could. It just felt right to him, because he was surprisingly honor bound. Which was exactly why as soon as he was done cleaning the kitchen, he walked over to sit on the couch with his sister, staring blankly at the television for a moment before grinning and looking over at her. ”Taylor Swift, huh? I didn't know you liked her music.” Conversations with Liv were somewhere in between natural and awkward. They were siblings, after all, but they'd both changed so much since they'd last seen each other, and Dave was still adjusting to that. There was also the fact that she was, well, female. Even if he'd known her for most of his life, being around girls just made his stomach twist into uncomfortable little knots.
 notes mostly rambling, i know ><
words six two two
lyrics when i get home you're so dead by mayday parade
credits to me, myself, and winve the pooh/vince. who is also me.
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Post by olivia meghan stoner on Dec 27, 2011 17:51:10 GMT -5
Olivia was not a neat person, she could be pretty organised but there were moments when her room and flat were a complete tip. She tended to have a floor-drobe most of the time because it was easier to find her clothes if they were spread out across the floor rather than being stuck in a small closet. The bad thing was that David loved everything to be in it’s place so she’d had to adapt. He did most of the cleaning but she made sure she didn’t leave things around, but quite often you’d be sitting on the couch and discover a guitar pick. Her best friend had bought her a pick punch for her birthday and so Olivia made picks out of whatever she could find, she had a jar of them in her room but it also meant that she wasn’t too worried if she lost one or two. Instead of cutting up her debit cards when they expired she just turned them into guitar picks, she decided it was more economical, and it was tons more fun. Growing up Olivia had always been pretty messy because it would be tidied up for her, sometimes she was told to pick up after herself but it was a rare occasion and it was likely that someone else would give in and do it before Olivia did, she was a very stubborn child.
The brunette didn’t seem at all affected by her past, in fact she was rarely affected by anything it seemed, she tended to just take things as they came. Olivia didn’t dwell on things which was probably the reason she always seemed pretty positive, some people wished they lived the way Olivia did but sometimes it all came crashing down on her. She wasn’t a very emotional person, apart when it came to children; if she heard of a child being hurt or emotionally abused you’d see a whole new side of Olivia, one that takes no prisoners. Thing was the whole maternal side of her couldn’t be traced back to any part of her growing up, it just seemed to happen sometime between middle school and high school. She’d taken up babysitting to earn money so she could buy the clothes she wanted, she was fed up of her mum dictating what she could and couldn’t wear. It was probably around then that she realised that she was good with kids, they appreciated her company and she actually found it easy to be around them. Most people liked kids, but not enough to be around them all the time like Olivia was, especially when she didn’t have a child of her own.
She smiled as the boy walked towards her, glancing at the TV before commenting on her music choice. She shook her head lightly as he mentioned that she was playing a song by Taylor Swift, one called Enchanted. “I don’t like her but her music is annoyingly catchy” she said deciding to change the song. She started playing the chords to one of her own songs, called maybe possibly. Olivia didn’t write music very often because she didn’t have time, and she didn’t really have the inspiration, everything was a little slow for her on the romance front at the moment, which wasn’t at all like Olivia. She smiled at her brother, “so what have you been up to?” she asked in her softest voice. She knew her brother had been through a lot, otherwise he wouldn’t want to run away to Paris and he wouldn’t be living with his sister whom he hadn’t seen for years. The thing was that Olivia didn’t want to ask her brother too many questions because she was scared she’d lose him again. They’d fought all their childhood but Olivia heard the way the children talked about their siblings and she just wished she had some kind of relationship with Dave, so here she was trying to fix that.
words; six six two
creditz; lyssieSAYwhat?! of Caution 2.0 |
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Post by david on Dec 28, 2011 9:34:20 GMT -5
He nodded slightly when Olivia said that Taylor Swift song's were annoyingly catchy, knowing just what she meant. ”They get stuck in your head and refuse to go away even if you don't like them, right?” Okay, maybe maybe he didn't know exactly what she meant, but he got the general idea. David didn't often pay attention to little details when it came to people, because heart to heart conversations about emotions always led right back around to his mental state, and that was never a really pretty place to explore. If there was anyone he would tell, it would probably be his sister, but for now he could go without telling anyone. Maybe it would have taken a weight off his shoulders to actually talk, but he just wasn't ready to do that yet. Would his sister judge him for the way he'd just ran away instead of explaining everything to his ex fiancee? David didn't want Olivia to see him in a poor fashion, so he just avoided the topic of why he had come to Paris. Thankfully, she did too. He was just getting more and more in debt to her. Of all the people he could have owed his sanity to, it was his little sister. Of course, life had just decided to pull that on him. He'd do anything for her now, even if she decided to ask questions that he wouldn't take any pleasure in answering.
Pulling his knees up to his chest, Dave leaned the back of his head against Olivia's shoulder, putting at least half of his weight on her. He may have been a twenty eight year old adult male, but he still had some clingy tendencies of a child. David needed to rely on people, and have them be there for him, even if at the same time he was terrified of his sister just because she was a girl. There were a lot of conflicting interests in Dave's mind, but the urge to cuddle ended up above the instinct to run away. ”I don't know,” he said, his thick New York accent layering his words. ”Cleaning, thinking... I should probably make dinner soon, or do you want to do that today?” David knew the kitchen pretty well by now, but he'd still been in Paris for less than a year; Olivia was probably more at home in, well, her home. That was just a guess, though. Dave didn't like to admit, but he didn't really know much about his sister. Their relationship was based on guesswork and the ability to avoid certain topics, and however much Dave would like to fix that, it was kind of hard to repair something like that when David was afraid of spilling too much information. He couldn't be emotionally close to Olivia when he couldn't tell her certain things, and even though she was probably the person that he was most attached to in the world, that attachment was still limited.
”What about you? Been doing anything interesting?” He kept his voice serious until the next time he spoke, when a teasing tone leaked into it. ”Your life has to be much more interesting than mine. Met any boys, Liv?” Dave knew that much about his sister, that she had a little habit of falling for the men that just weren't right for her. Maybe it was a little mean of him to tease her about it, but wasn't that was siblings did? He always meant well, and never tried to hurt her, but his humor gained a little dark streak whenever he was joking around with his sister.
notes sorry, it's short
words six oh six
lyrics when i get home you're so dead by mayday parade
credits to me, myself, and winve the pooh/vince. who is also me.
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Post by olivia meghan stoner on Jan 1, 2012 18:33:38 GMT -5
Olivia could be a very talkative girl when she was in the right mood, though sometimes she preferred to sit in silence, it just depended. There were people that she found it easy to talk to and others where it felt it was a waste of time. To be honest Olivia was like that with quite a lot of things, it just depended how she felt, sometimes she was the most amiable person you could ever meet but at other times you were best to just steer clear, though the latter wasn’t that often. It was quite difficult to wind Olivia up because she just seemed to let most things go, when she was growing up she took everything to heart, picking up on every jibe or wrong move her brother made, as she grew up she seemed to go to the other way, something that the people around her greatly appreciated. Most people ‘grow up’ as they get older and of course that sounds like a stupid thing to say but what I really mean is they mature, there are those few odd ones who seem to never get any older mentally but Olivia sure as hell made up for those. She pretty much became a whole new person when she moved away from home for college or maybe before that, once David was all the way in Florida. The two siblings had chosen places which put a good bit of distance between themselves and home, which had helped them both to mature. Now Olivia was the kind, free spirited woman who owned her own daycare and was looking after her big brother.
She laughed as he said that he understood her, though she knew full well that he understood the concept but not the precise example she was using, she couldn’t imagine catching David humming along to Love Story, it just wasn’t a likely scenario. She nodded though, he had explained it pretty well, “and she does seem to have been through every boy problem imaginable” she said with a soft smile. She did find that quite funny, the blonde country musician probably wasn’t much older than Olivia but her songs sounded like she’d been through the premise of every single chick flick, she’d have an exciting autobiography that’s for sure. She listened as he spoke about what he’d done that day, this New York accent being incredibly prominent. That was the noticeable difference between the two, college had softened her accent, it was now a horrible cross between New York and Californian which didn’t really compliment each other, so sometimes she pretended to be French, just because it made things easier, she liked to sound like she fitted in, and she did an incredibly convincing French accent, it was something she prided herself on. Growing up she’d always hated the New York accent, she liked to think of herself as a well to do little girl but the accent seemed rough to her, it seemed hard and that was not the impression she wanted to portray; of course the California accent was the other end of the scale.
He asked if she wanted to cook and she felt the need to say yes but the truth was that Olivia wasn’t the most talented cook, before her brother had arrived the young woman had survived on chicken and burgers but she was getting better. She actually had ingredients to make her own lamb burgers, there was a chance that they’d be disgusting but the girl actually felt like testing it out. “Sure, I’ll make dinner, I fancy a challenge” she said with a smile, deciding that she’d get to it in a bit, she wasn’t about to turn down a chance with her big brother. She continued playing the guitar, creating soft background music for their conversation, it was the way she was, she hated silence and having music on got rid of any awkward moments in the conversation, in her mind anyway. She shook her head if he asked if she’d done anything interesting, “you know me, all work no play” she said with a laugh, as usually she wasn’t at all like that, though she did love her work. She rolled her eyes as he asked if she’d met any boys, a question that would usually be answered with a big spiel of all the eligible bachelors she’d bumped into that week but she was a little short on gossip, “sadly no, it seems all the good ones are gay or taken” she said with a sad head shake.
words; seven six three
creditz; lyssieSAYwhat?! of Caution 2.0 |
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Post by david on Jan 1, 2012 22:00:07 GMT -5
”At least none of her boy problems have scarred her too badly,” he laughed, listening to the sound of his little sister's voice. Way back when, as kids, they'd both had the harsh sound of a New York accent, but Dave was the only one of the two that had kept it when he'd moved away. By the time he'd gone to college, his ability of learning languages and picking up accents had diminished by a pretty large scale, and his stubborn accent refused to be softened by the way the people in Florida spoke. He always sounded out of place when he wasn't in New York, and he was okay with that, in an oddly sentimental way. It was like a little reminder that he belonged there, but it hurt him at the same time, because of course he couldn't go back there. Too many bad memories, and too many people that might ask questions about why he had left. There may have been times when he was oddly okay with what had happened to him, but they were rare, and he just wasn't ready to tell anyone about it yet. ”Can you teach me how to speak with a French accent some time?” he asked, shifting around slightly on the couch to look at his sister, most of his upper body weight resting on one of his elbows.
It may have seemed like a bit of a random question, but it wasn't. David wanted to get rid of any memories of New York, even if it meant getting rid of the accent that he had nice treasured. It made him who he was, but maybe he didn't want to be that person anymore. The accent had first belonged to a violent child, then a teenager with a bad boy complex, and lastly a victim. He didn't want to be any of those anymore, and anyway... ”I think it gives some of the parents a bad impression when I have such a harsh accent.” Maybe it wasn't his main reason that he wanted to learn to speak with a French accent, but it was the only one that he could give Olivia without having to explain things, and explaining really wasn't David's strong suit. It was around then that his stomach made a little noise, signaling that he was hungry, and he suddenly felt stupid again. Inferior. He'd been in the kitchen for over half an hour while he was cleaning, and he'd completely forgotten to get someone to eat. How was that even possible? There was food all around, and his mind just hadn't registered that it was there.
”Could you... start dinner soon?” he asked, as ashamed as a child who had just knocked over a vase. He didn't want to trouble his sister, but he had learned that ignoring your body wasn't a good thing. He'd been close to starving for two months, and only because he was too upset to feed himself. That was all in the past now, but it had been bad enough that he didn't want to repeat that little experience. He couldn't help but laugh when she answered his question about boys, though. Olivia always had the ability to pull him out of his overly sad thoughts. ”I'm pretty sure that work is the same thing as play when it comes to your job,” he said, grinning crookedly up at her, the arm that wasn't supporting his weight being used to cover his stomach, almost like a vain attempt to make it shut up. ”I'm sure that you can find someone who isn't gay if you look hard enough, but I suppose you don't work in the best place when it comes to finding single men.” Hey, it was possible that some single dads had their kids at Olivia's daycare, but it would kind of ruin the business if she tried flirting with them or anything. Maybe it was a good thing that Dave simply wasn't able to flirt anymore.
notes le hunger 8|
words six six nine LOL
lyrics when i get home you're so dead by mayday parade
credits to me, myself, and winve the pooh/vince. who is also me.
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Post by olivia meghan stoner on Jan 5, 2012 17:26:07 GMT -5
Olivia did not believe that Taylor Swift had really been through all the problems that she sang about, because Liv knew that she made up stuff because it made good music, she sang of things she’d seen on the TV or problems that her friends had been through. It wasn’t that the girl had a boring life, but there wasn’t enough to make an album, let alone bonus tracks and special acoustic songs, there were probably only about six songs that Olivia had wrote that were actually about her own life, of course then there were those that were about her best friend’s life, they wrote their music together. Music was Olivia’s ulterior persona, there was the part of her that looked after children and did paperwork and all the other things that go with running a daycare but then there was the side of her that just wanted to sit with a guitar and immerse herself in the acoustic sounds that it made. She liked that, there were moments of her life that were so hectic but then she could take herself into a place of serenity and create something that maybe one day people will want to sing along to. That was always her backup, not singing herself, no the idea of that terrified her but she loved the thought of celebrities singing her songs, people buying her music from her.
She nodded as he mentioned that her boy problems didn’t seem to have hurt her too much, she’d come out on top, maybe that was the track that Olivia needed to take. She laughed as he asked if she could teach him a French accent, of course she could but she was unsure why he wanted to know. She always wasn’t sure if he wanted a French accent for speaking French, or one for speaking English, she decided to ask him in French “Bien sûr mon frère, mais voulez-vous parler en français ou en anglais?” she asked with a soft smile, “because I can do both” she said speaking in her strongest French accent. Of course it was harder for her to speak English in a French accent but she’d practiced it enough and she had it down to a fine art, something her brother was obviously a little jealous of. She nodded in understanding when he said that he felt it gave the parents the wrong impression, “are you kidding me? All the mom’s say you’re like some kind of Abercrombie model with a voice to die for” she said with a smile, she’d had calls asking for her brother, not because of his position at the daycare but just because they thought he was gorgeous, though the majority were married so they wouldn’t dare do anything more than look.
The brunette heard his belly rumble and knew that he wanted dinner soon, the problem was that she really didn’t fancy cooking yet, but she wasn’t going to make him sit around hungry. She went to get up but he asked her about working and how it was very similar to play. “Yeh, you’re right, it’s not exactly rocket science, though the paperwork is beyond boring” she added, it was her least favourite part of her job. She shook her head when he mentioned that she didn’t work in the best place to find eligible bachelors but the truth was that he wasn’t as right as he thought he was, she’d been hit on quite a few times but sadly they were all a bit old for her, though there had been a few attractive ones. Sadly the best looking one was engaged in a messy divorce and it wouldn’t really be the best for Olivia’s reputation if she got involved with a semi-taken man, though he did have the best jawline and the cutest little boy. Olivia never dared flirting though, she attempted to keep it was platonic as possible but sometimes it wasn’t quite as easy as that, especially if they were lying on the charm thick, she wasn’t good at holding back the flirt.
words; six six eight
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Post by david on Jan 15, 2012 13:28:22 GMT -5
It took a moment for David to decode Olivia's French, but it wasn't like he was a complete idiot when it came to languages. ”Français,” he started, pausing to remember how to say and. It? No, that was English, but he was sure that it sounded something like that. He'd only started learning French once he'd come to Paris, so it wasn't like he was anyway near proficient in it. David hadn't wanted to learn the language of love in high school, and had taken Spanish instead. It would have been more convenient if Olivia had started a daycare in Spain, but she hadn't, and he couldn't be picky anymore. ”Et!” he exclaimed, finally having remembered the word. ”Français et Anglais. Both? But it's kind of a moot point, since I can barely speak French in the first place..” Maybe French lessons would be handy too, but he wasn't going to ask that much from his sister. Just learning how to pronounce certain letters would be good enough for him, and he could learn the rest by listening to people. Even if a daycare wasn't a good place for Olivia to find a boyfriend, it was a good place for David to listen to parents and pick up their accents. He just had to hope that none of the kids would pick up his accent.. he spoke to them often enough, after all.
Dave laughed nervously when Olivia repeated what most of the parents were saying about him. Sure, it was a nice compliment to hear, even second handed, but it made him uncomfortable at the same time. How messed up was he, when a simple compliment on his appearance made him worried and sick? ”Er,” he stuttered, his smile melting away. Okay, so sure, it was meant as a compliment, but how would Dave know what to say to that? When he had been a teenager, he would have said something that the current him would probably consider inappropriate, and would have actually taken it in the compliment form it had meant to be in. He'd had quite a big ego as a teenager, to be honest. Now, though? Being considered good looking just made the possibility of the incident happening again rise a bit, and he'd rather be ugly than have people consider him handsome. David didn't want that to happen again, who would? ”Models are kind of skinny, aren't they? I'm not, really..” He didn't know what he was saying anymore, so he stood up, swallowing and heading into the kitchen again to clean some bits of the counter that were still dirty. ”I'm sure the paperwork isn't that bad,” he called, the cleaning helping him calm down a bit. It gave him something to do, so he didn't have to focus on his thoughts. ”I could always help you, if you wanted.”
notes sorry, it's short, but my muse is low
words four seven six
lyrics when i get home you're so dead by mayday parade
credits to me, myself, and winve the pooh/vince. who is also me.
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Post by olivia meghan stoner on Jan 28, 2012 12:41:15 GMT -5
She watched as he decoded what she’d said, of course it wasn’t a tricky sentence but Olivia forgot that her brother wasn’t fluent in the language like she was, Olivia was pretty much bi-lingual, well she needed to be to be able to own a business in France. Luckily for her and her brother pretty much every child was bi-lingual too, there were a couple that she knew David struggled to communicate with but that was why there was always a French helper working with David, just to make it easy for all the children. Olivia advertised the daycare as an English speaking one yet there were still French parents who spoke no English that brought their children to her, it seemed that her reputation was beginning to speak for itself, though she wasn’t really sure what made her daycare any different to any other one, surely as long as you smiled to the children and had enough toys then it was a good place for your child to be. Olivia also got at least an application a week for a place to work at her daycare, which she was always happy about but she always hated turning people down, she had two girls who were volunteering at the moment and she felt horrible even though they said that they wanted to do it just for the experience, she felt like she was using them.
As the both exclaimed the word ‘et’ it made Olivia laugh and then he said that he wanted to be able to do both like she could, though it was a silly thing to say given that he couldn’t speak French, “I can teach you French if you want? Je suis un brillant professeur” she said with a large smile as she switched from English to French, knowing that he would understand the last bit of the sentence. Olivia adored speaking French and she would love to teach her big brother something that was such a huge part of her life. Paris was her dream place to live, and she knew that it would have been better for David if she’d moved to Spain but Olivia wasn’t quite as good at Spanish as she was at French, though she was working on it. She smiled as he said that models were skinny, “that’s female models dearest, male models are… like partway between normal and hench I guess” she said not really knowing how to explain it. She watched him clean the kitchen, it was almost obsessive for him but it didn’t bother her one little bit, “you know me, I just like being dramatic” she said with a laugh. She walked into the kitchen as he offered to help her, “sure, I’m going to do lamb burgers, mashed potato and vegetables, does that sound okay with you?” she asked hoping it would be as she didn’t really have any other plans.
words; four eight three
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