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Popular (Open.) Oct 5, 2010 20:55:11 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Oct 5, 2010 20:55:11 GMT -5

"When I walk into the room, people stop and stare. Its like nobody else is there..."

Emerence was one of those people. You know them. Yes, them. The type of people who always walk around with their heart (and drama) on their sleeve. The type of girl who couldnt look good without gobs of makeup or her extentions. The type of girl with superficiatlity on her list of priorites, followed by candy, men, clothes. Wait, superficiality.

But at this particular moment she felt... a bit akward. She felt like she was teetering on one side, the other was simply... concerning. Like she could take a steep step and fumble over herself, folding into some acroptolyptic death sentence. Like darkness could whisk her away to some torture chamber.

But she didnt know why. Nothing threatening. She was just in the silver and white apartment that she and her mother shared. The doors and windows were locked. Not in a large lock way, just locked like if they were inside enjoying coffee. Her music wafted in the background. "All the right moves in all the right places..." it sang. She just stood there, pondering the reality of this moment.

Could she be drunk? Dreaming? Driven crazy? Her eyes flitted towards the window. Nothing abnormal. "So yeah, were going down..." The humble words entered her ears. They filled her ears, she sighed. Anyway, she needed to get to dance class. Sooner or later.

She walked into her bedroom, still sensing an odd tension in the way the rooms stood still. She shook her head. She placed the things she would need in her bag. Her high heels, her leotard with the see through stomach, her props. She zippered up the black and white bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she considered what could be happening.

Maybe she just felt odd. Thats it. Her voice convinced herself. Emerence brushed her hair, observed her (fake) nose in the mirror and made sure her eyelash extentions stayed intact. A quick swipe of lipgloss later made her click the locks behind her in a sudden way, closing the whitewashed door.

She took the elevator down, the plesant beeping noise appearing when it came to a stop. She walked out of the elevator, onto the street. She was about to make a right turn to the dance studio when she saw something cross the corner of her eye. A fast food place.

Ah, the tempation. No Emerence. Think of the flab.

But come on. Give it to me!

Emerence, your dance instuctor told you to...

I dont care!

Emerence....

Fine.

She continued walking.

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Popular (Open.) Oct 5, 2010 21:25:44 GMT -5

Post by clovegoodshot on Oct 5, 2010 21:25:44 GMT -5

Brooke Astair

As my leg stretches out far onto the balance beam, I look out the window. Emerence, a girl from my class, walks towards a McCdonalds, and I almost go for a knife to throw out the window at her! Eating fast food is like eating a person in my eyes and our dance instructors. It is gross, bad, and by far disgraceful! And Unladylike!

I am just opening the window when she turns aggressively and lively away from the I Will Give You Cellulite restaurant, and back towards the studio. Back towards humanity. I pace on the floor, before plopping onto the ground.

I think of what will happen on the day she does give in and goes to Cellulite Land.

I can just see it now;

"Emerence! Get up and dance now! Get your ass up!", as she lays on the ground. "But I am too tired! I can't d- no way she is gonna finish that sentence so I won't let her!. "SHUT UP! Listen, fat ass, you need to tuck in your cellulite and get the fuck up! NOW!". She gropes up and we get through the first four movements before she literally drops to the ground. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! We have a show in two weeks and don't even know our last three movements! Get your fat ass up or you are off the dance team!"

When my FlashForward ends, I watch her gait to the studio. By the way she walks, I can tell she is still the Emerence that I know and love, caring about style and perfection, the way things should be. The right way to live. I get up to put on my dance practice outfit. A black short dress, a little past my waist, with metallic silver leggings, and black socks. I put a cool shimmering silver belt on my waist and pull my hair into a ponytail.

I then begin the routine that I will have to perform in a few weeks. My right leg flows from my side, along with my right arm, and I slowly and gracefully roll my wrist the way I was taught. Then they both snap back in, and I twirl a full 360, and go into a full airborn split, then land on my tip-toes. I then run and jump into the air, twirl twice, and land as my skirt flies up then down.
I slide to the left then to the right, and fling my arms about. My ponytail comes out and I feel the first drop of sweat roll off of my neck. The cool liquid flows on me, and suddenly my body becomes a waterfall. I flow like the sweat that flows from my body and let my arms and legs fly from under me as my waterfall breaks onto the rocks and I slide to the ground in our ending position. Exactly what I needed. I let the waterfall of my body continue flowing. I hop to the window, and open it. The wind pours from nature onto my skin, cooling me off and freezing the sweat in its tracks, sending a chill up my spine in a good way.

Emerence still stands outside talkin and arguing about going to Cellulite Land. This girl is crazy, but I really like her."Girl! Get up here and lets start!", I yell out the window and send a smile down at her. The smile flies down ad lands on her face, where it is replaced. I turn and close the window, and ready myself for Emerence.

Last Edit: Oct 5, 2010 21:27:28 GMT -5 by clovegoodshot

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Popular (Open.) Oct 30, 2010 13:58:01 GMT -5

Post by joesph on Oct 30, 2010 13:58:01 GMT -5

I walked past a studio when I see someone. I can't make her out perfectly but enough so that I can tell she has some temptation for something. I think of going over there but I know that even if she did talk to me she would want me to open my other eye and she would see that I don't have one. I would be hearing the wind blowing in my ear if I weren't deaf.

DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO THAT PERSON!

I litterly can picture my old friend saying that. "Okay" I Mutter. Hoping for a response. But none comes agaisnt my better judgement I walk up to the person and say "Hello."

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Popular (Open.) Oct 30, 2010 14:27:25 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Oct 30, 2010 14:27:25 GMT -5

A smirk shows on Emerences face. Of course, she turns away. Why wouldnt she? But, then, a kid her age walks up to her. "Hello." The words seeped off his tounge like honey, moving Emerence away.

If the world was candy, she would be a sour patch kid. Sour, on the exterior. Then, the slight moment of sweetness, then it will dissapear into the bowels of your throught. Sliding down. Then, you reach your hand in the bag for another fix of sugar and sourness.

She could be considered that type of girl. But, she could tell the person infront of her was probably borderline caramel, just by his actions in speaking to THE Emerence Locke.

Caramel personalities were sickly sweet in their actions, with a slight hint of devious personality boiling beneath their square exteriors.

Just Emerences type of guy.

Her eyes lit up at the thought. Another admirer, another person to worship the ground she walked on. Another person to buy her a golden chain for around her neck, another boy, another boy, another boy.

She smiled, her eyes looking more warm than cold. She loved being able to do that. It would awaken the senses of the caramel types, dropping them into a goo, a puddle of sweetness and stickiness. Of course, this boy could choose his preference of her eye-looks, but she knew she was going to be connving.

She was such a genius sometimes. A devilish genius sour patch kid.

Ah, wait. Not a sour patch kid.

A sour patch goddess.

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Last Edit: Oct 30, 2010 14:28:24 GMT -5 by clovegoodshot

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Popular (Open.) Oct 30, 2010 14:33:19 GMT -5

Post by joesph on Oct 30, 2010 14:33:19 GMT -5

Joesph looked into her eyes and instantly without knowing what to do he looked at her. "My name i-is Joesph Zazuma." He said his mouth dry with tension. "What's you name?" He asked the girl despretly. He was so rarely taken in like this he swore he would never let it happen again but right now he didn't care, he took one more look and then he decided that what happened before would never happen again.

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Popular (Open.) Oct 30, 2010 18:24:45 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Oct 30, 2010 18:24:45 GMT -5

"Emerence. Locke." She said, her words pinched together like the type of girl she was. Smirking, she turned around, her blonde hair flying behind her in a curtain of blonde silkiness.

"Joseph. Hm. Generic." She said, her eyes coming in and out of focus quickly, snapping them onto the background behind him. Ah, the way the caramel boy melts like candy in the hand.

Emerence classified many people like this. She classified her mothers bosses son, Hapten, a candy cane. Perfect, sweet, pure as heck.

Hadn't she heard rumors he eloped.

Nah, probably not.

She also catagorized by the way somebody reacted. Hapten was a softie on the inside, a major career on the out.

And this is when Emerence decided to go and hide out behind her hair. "And you are talking to me because..." her voice drawled slowly, the equivlilent of a beverly hills accent. Ahha.... perfect. She smiled, showing her perfect teeth.

Oh, God. WHat an idiot.

SHe was going to have fun with the caramel boy.

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(sorry for lack of coding. I was too lazy to find her color.)

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Popular (Open.) Oct 30, 2010 22:48:50 GMT -5

Post by joesph on Oct 30, 2010 22:48:50 GMT -5

"Actually before my mother went off to the hunger games she made me promise to do one certain girl a well a sort of job." I said not wanting to go into detail about how this job was supposed to last a while. "And Your name and area came up"

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Popular (Open.) Oct 30, 2010 22:56:34 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Oct 30, 2010 22:56:34 GMT -5

"Really? Hm, Im not into businesss oppurtunities. Im learning to dance at that studio, but nothing else is really linked." Emerence strolled about the pavement for a second,her eyes flitting back and forth between the windows of her studio and the boy.

He looked about her age, perhaps a year younger or older.

She sighed, looking about for a second before resuming her own code of desire. Ah, caramel boy (she hadn't quite committed his name to memory) would definiatley be lulled in by her sourness. Or, he was simply a liar about the business and all that.
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Popular (Open.) Oct 30, 2010 23:00:08 GMT -5

Post by joesph on Oct 30, 2010 23:00:08 GMT -5

"I'm not sure I found the note about a year ago saying that I have to do whatever you say or something. She didn't sign her name I mean I could barely read it because of my eye. But aparrently my mother promised someone a payment that involved me and apparently it involves you reciving the payment. It's not money." I said not wanting to be brought to actually admit exactly what it said. Also I was smiten by this girl.

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Popular (Open.) Nov 14, 2010 19:05:22 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Nov 14, 2010 19:05:22 GMT -5

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This freaking idiot. Seriously. He did not owe me or my family anything. He was not to be my servant. He was a crazy, a lunatic, some type of demeted piece of squash. Squash? Yes, a vegtable.

"You. Do. Not. Owe. Me. Anything. Do. You. Understand?" I said, eyes flickering in some form of annoyance. Flitting my eyes to the sides, I saw someone move to the sides of the street.

I was tempted to act like I knew them. Obviously, I didn't, but in all due respect, I could magically assume something was wrong with this kid.

His Mother, a victor? Had he even given me her name? Possibly, not. I wasnt sure. I couldnt remember much of a Zazuma or whatever his last name was of a victor.

We hadnt had a victor in at least two games, so I couldnt put my finger on who this kid was.

Heck, i didnt know if he was lying to me.

In all honesty, I looked at him, mumbled something unable to be deciphered under my breath and hightailed my way out of there.

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(Sorry, its not long. I didnt have muse to work off of)

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Popular (Open.) Nov 15, 2010 2:32:35 GMT -5

Post by joesph on Nov 15, 2010 2:32:35 GMT -5

"Wait. I need to explain myself. I know that I mentioned my mother but she is not a victor." I start grabbing onto the girl. " I do owe you. Your name it's Emerence right? Well my mother made a deal with my father to well make sure I was nothing to anyone I was kept in the attic all my life and the first day I came out after they both died I quickly made one friend who claimed to know you. Now I don't know if this is true but all I know is about an hour later I was whipped by my own brother a peacekeeper. I lost my eye and my hearing in one ear and my friend lost her life. She said that even though you weren't exactly nice at times that without knowing it you changed her for the better then I found the letter about a year ago and decided you must be someone important. Maybe you'll get me more if you see for your self. Please let me show you the risk I'm running by meeting you?!" I half screamed half begged.

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Popular (Open.) Nov 24, 2010 11:48:09 GMT -5

Post by peanutpie on Nov 24, 2010 11:48:09 GMT -5

Emerence paused. "I do not know you, you do not know me. I do not know why you know me. You have gone crazy. You do not owe me anything. Why would your parents lock you in the attic? This dosen't make sense, I'm sure your on some type of drug." Emerence paused, snapping the gum she had in her mouth.

"I. Do. Not. Know. You." Emerence said between tense breaths and thick, glazed eyes. She slowly brought her eyelids down, sighed and quietly said "If you want some money, I have it. I am not an important person. I am going to my dance studio, if you do not excuse me."

Emerence reached into her purse and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and giftcard to a grochrey store. "You can take this, I ask, no, BEG you to. Leave me alone, never talk to me again, and I assume we are even, however you think you owed me something. This does not have any link to me, whatsoever. So, your safe from whatever crazed indivisuals want you in their grasp. I am going to go and go to my classes now."

Emerence put the money in the boys hand, then trapezed away, quickly and on her tiptoes.

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