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Post by The Phantom on Jan 7, 2006 21:54:24 GMT -5
Dormitory Members:
~ Shauna O'Brien (Christine Daae)
~ Malachai Sullivan (Lucianna)
~ Emmalie Duboise (Meg Giry)
~ Rose Salvatoriello (nessarose)
~ Anya Nikolaevna Minkova (Prying Pandora)
~ Alayna Catriona Phillips (candlelight)
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Post by littlelotte on Jan 7, 2006 22:05:59 GMT -5
Shauna O'Brien
Shauna pushed open a door at the end of the hallway and stepped inside. She saw a room with five beds, a chose the one right in the very middle. That was Shauna, always the center of attention.
It had been a long day, even if she hadn't done that much. The petite, raven-haired 12 year old changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth. She curled up into bed, snuggling under the warm deep red blankets, and fell asleep, dreaming of her future career as an actress - a life long (okay, six years) dream of hers.
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Post by Meg Giry on Jan 9, 2006 19:30:21 GMT -5
Emmalie Duboise
Emmalie opened the dorm door quietly, she noticed a young girl in the center bed. She walked over to the next bed and placed her bag and trunk next to it. Already wearing sweatpants Emmalie quickly brushed her teeth and slipped into bed, I'll intoduce myself to the girl in the morning. She decided as she drifted off into sleep.
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Post by nessarose on Jan 11, 2006 20:20:09 GMT -5
Rose Salvatoriello
Rose walked briskly into the dorm she had been informed was now hers to share with others. She lugged a trunk and a pack, and has an air of self assurance. She had navy blue hair, deep aquamarine eyes, soft lips, and high cheekbones. Bangles jingled on her slender wrists, and pretty silver hoop earrings hung from her ears. She word comfortable jeans, distressed in the knees, thighs and the hems. She wore a baby-doll tee displaying a logo for the band 'Taking Back Sunday' on it.
She scanned the room, and noted two girls, one looked very young, around twelve the other was a blonde. Rose walked over to a bed in the corner, and began to unpack quietly, placing things in an orderly fassion. No matter how punk she looked, she was a psychiatrist and designer, and liked to have things where she knew where they were. Her style would change tomorrow, because she never kept a tyle more than a few days. She designed most of her own clothes, and would now be designing for the Opera House. She would also be the residing psychiatrist, and minor medical aid.
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Post by Prying Pandora on Feb 6, 2006 22:48:11 GMT -5
Anya Minkova
Anya opened the door of what would be her dormitory and walked confidently into the room, suitcase strap slung over her shoulder, violin case in hand. She wore a floaty long skirt, a paint-splattered t-shirt, and black ballet flats. Her hair was swept up into an attractive loose bun, curly wisps of hair framing her face.
She looked around the room to see three other girls, one very young, another a year or two younger than herself, and one probably a couple of years older. She walked over to an empty bed, placing her suitcase and violin on it. She looked at the girl who was awake and said, "ïðèâåò." She waited a moment, smiled, and then said, in her thick Russian accent, "It means hello. My name is Antonina Nikolaevna Minkova. But everyone just calls me Anya." While she waited for the older girl to reply, she opened her suitcase and began unpacking.
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Post by Meg Giry on Feb 6, 2006 23:53:28 GMT -5
Emmalie
Emmalie, hearing voices in the dorm, awoke but did not lift her head from the pillow. She saw Rose whom she had met in the garden and then she also saw a new girl. She heard the newer one talk,
"It means hello. My name is Antonina Nikolaevna Minkova. But everyone just calls me Anya." Emmalie didn't say anything but she did sit up, adjusting her pink camisole. It, like most of her clothes, was dance related and said 'Dancers turn out better' across the front. She leaned against the wall behind her bed, finger combing her hair, waiting for Rose to reply or one of her dormmates to noice her.
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Post by Prying Pandora on Feb 9, 2006 17:20:09 GMT -5
Anya Minkova
Still waiting for the other girl's reply, Anya noticed the girl who looked a couple of years younger than herself sit up. She looked up at her and said, "Hello. If you didn't hear me introduce myself, my name is Anya." She smiled as she said this. "I won't bore you with my full name."
She sat on her bed, took out her violin, and pulled the bow across the strings, emitting a soft, low sound. She placed it back into it's case, looked over at the girl, and said, in her Russian accent, "So what do you do here? Besides dancing?" she asked with a laugh, motioning towards the girls shirt.
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Post by Meg Giry on Feb 9, 2006 18:07:10 GMT -5
Emmalie Duboise
"Hello. If you didn't hear me introduce myself, my name is Anya. I won't bore you with my full name." Emmalie nodded and smiled at her, "I'm Emmalie Duboise." she introduced herself. The dancer watched Anya pull a voilin out of it's case, play a few notes then replace it in it's case.
She must play in the orchestra here. Emmalie assumed.
"So what do you do here? Besides dancing?" Emmalie smiled, everywhere she went people knew she was a dancer, Emmalie didn't mind, she was proud of her ability to dance. "Not really. My mom was a Prima Ballerina in New York, USA so I was raised to live, breathe, and eat dance." She smiled and rolled her eyes. "I offered to teach younger dance classes though." She shrugged, she loved teaching young children how to dance, to show then what amazing things they could do if they tried hard enough.
"What do you do here?" She asked, curious if her guess had been correct.
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Post by Prying Pandora on Feb 10, 2006 22:49:22 GMT -5
Anya Minkova
"I'm Emmalie Duboise."
"It is nice to meet you, Emmalie." she said, smiling. She then listened to Emmalie talk about her dancing.
"I would have loved to dance. I'm simply not coordinated enough. Not like the Russian ballerinas you see."
"What do you do here?"
"I am a singer and an actress, but my first love is the violin." she said, motioning toward her violin. "I hope to maybe do a little of everything." She looked from the girl she was speaking to to the others.
"So do you know many people here? I believe you are the first I have met."
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Post by Meg Giry on Feb 12, 2006 13:26:50 GMT -5
Emmalie
"I would have loved to dance. I'm simply not coordinated enough. Not like the Russian ballerinas you see."
Emmalie smiled, thinking about her friends from New York who had said the same thing, "You can learn to be coordinated enough." Em laughed, "My mother was from New York and she was just as good as the russian ballerinas. They all started out not being able to dance too."
Emmalie avoided eye contact with Anya as she did with everyone, "I am a singer and an actress, but my first love is the violin, I hope to maybe do a little of everything."
"That's a good idea, I sang a little back home but I never really got into it. Dancing took up almost all my time." Emmalie pulled a hair tie off the table beside her bed and effortlessly put her hair up into an almost perfect bun.
"So do you know many people here? I believe you are the first I have met."
Emmalie thought for a moment before answering, "Well I know Rose and I met a boy in the courtyards." She looked around the room before looking back at her feet, "That's it I think."
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Post by candlelight on Feb 23, 2006 20:40:44 GMT -5
Alayna Catriona Phillips
Alayna walked into her new dorm in jeans and an old top that was given to her, that amazingly still fit her, she held one suitcase with all her clothes and essentials like that in one hand, and a smaller bag that held her musical compositions in her other hand.
There were a few other people in there including Shauna, who she had met on the balcony not too long ago. Alayna placed her bags on an empty bed that obviously hadn't been taken yet, she walked up to a few of the girls that were talking. If she wanted to meet new people, doing that starts now.
Put shyness behind you.
"Hi, I'm Alayna...Alayna Catriona Phillips, but most people call me Layna or Cati." She said as calmly and nonchalant as she possibly could.
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Post by nessarose on Feb 26, 2006 15:40:43 GMT -5
Rose Salvatoriello
Well I know Rose and I met a boy in the courtyards. That's it I think."
Rose nodded slightly, she had been silent for a few moments, finishing her packing. Then she looked up, her eyes mild as a pretty young girl entered the dorm. Rose looked her over, her observant eyes taking in everything, and her phycyatrist-self analyzing the way the girl held herself. She's usually shy, I'd think . . . Rose nodded to her, and let the girl talk.
"Hi, I'm Alayna...Alayna Catriona Phillips, but most people call me Layna or Cati."
"Konichiwa Alayna, what a pretty name! I'll settle for Layna, I'm Rose Salvatoriello." Rose said in her slightly Canadia-in accent. She smiled slightly, and shut her trunk, finished unpacking.
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Post by Prying Pandora on Mar 6, 2006 16:39:07 GMT -5
Anya Minkova
"You can learn to be coordinated enough." "My mother was from New York and she was just as good as the russian ballerinas. They all started out not being able to dance too."
"That's a good idea, I sang a little back home but I never really got into it. Dancing took up almost all my time."
She smiled, and as she did so a girl walked in, and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Alayna...Alayna Catriona Phillips, but most people call me Layna or Cati."
She smiled at the girl and replied, "Hello Layna! I am Anya. It is good to meet you!" She then turned to the other girl that had been in there when she arrived, who introduced herself to the other girl as Rose. She told her, in her Russian accent, "Hello, Rose. I am glad to meet you, too."
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Post by The Phantom on Mar 16, 2006 18:38:55 GMT -5
OOC: Malachai Sullivan (Lucianna) has been moved to dorm #1 and I have placed my character in dorm #2. If anyone wants to give me suggestions for him, his name is going to be Daniel Badeau. You can send me a PM. BIC:
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Post by Meg Giry on Mar 17, 2006 19:35:12 GMT -5
Emmalie Duboise
Emmalie stayed quiet as greetings were exchanged with the new girl who joined them in the dorm. "It's nice to meet you, Layna. I'm Emmalie." the dancer smiled friendly and sat back against the wall along the edge of her bed. She said nothing else and just watched everyone else around the dorm. She counted the number of heads of everyone, realizing there was one more person in the dorm. "Does anyone know if the last spot for this dorm has been filled yet?" she asked.
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Post by Lucianna on Mar 18, 2006 2:37:41 GMT -5
Malachai Sullivan
Malachai walked down a hall to his new dormitory. There had been a mix up, and he was really supposd to be in dormitory one. A shame. Nice people, he thought of his old dormmates. His shiney black shoes clicked off the polished floor, and he loved the sound. He set his old suitcases on the floor for a minute while he straightened the lapels of his navy blue suit, then picked the suitcases back up and stepped into dormitory one.
"Does anyone know if the last spot for this dorm has been filled yet?"
Malachai grinned. "That, beautiful, would be me," he said in his thick Irish accent. He was delighted when he saw people he knew in his dorm - specifically Emmalie, though he was glad to see Anya and Rose as well. "I'm the newest here. . .Malachai Sullivan, for those who don't know me," he said, nodding to the people he never met before.
Mal set his bags down next to the only empty bed, then faced the rest of the people again. "And who might you all be?" he asked, his emerald eyes searching the room.
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Post by Meg Giry on Mar 18, 2006 15:20:21 GMT -5
Emmalie Duboise
"That, beautiful, would be me,"
A familiar voice made Emmalie's mind flash two things, Malachai and the chapel. She hadn't spoken to him since then but had just avoided him all together. He'll want the explination that I can't give. she thought to herself. Not intending to be mean she did the only thing that had ever kept her from confronting people before, which was ignoring them. She laid on her side and faced the wall hoping he would just ignore her all together but deep down she knew better. He won't leave it alone, he's going to be worried. Please don't let him be mad, please.
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Post by Prying Pandora on Mar 20, 2006 16:25:38 GMT -5
Anya Minkova
When Anya saw who walked into the dorm, her grin grew. "Mal! You're in here now?" she said excitedly. She saw him speak to Emmalie, who seemed shy. What's going on here? she wondered. "I'm glad you're in here!"
OOC: I'm sorry it's so short, but I'm pressed for time. Next one will be longer!! BIC
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Post by littlelotte on Mar 31, 2006 21:01:13 GMT -5
Shauna O'Brien
Shauna woke up, wide-eyed, with a bang. She sat straight up, and it was only then she heard the voices.
"...glad you're in here!" A voice called happily. Shauna looked around. Four girls and a boy, standing, talking. In her dormitory. Shauna hopped out of bed.
"Hi. I'm Shauna. I guess we're....uhh....dorm mates?" she asked, caught in one of her very rare shy spells.
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Post by Lucianna on Apr 1, 2006 14:26:50 GMT -5
Malachai Sullivan
Malachai looked at Emmalie, worried that she was ignoring him. d**n. I have to get her alone to talk to her about what happened. He knew he couldn't now, not with all of the people around.
"Mal! You're in here now?" Malachai smiled back at the pretty Russian girl, nodding. "I'm glad you're in here!" Mal laughed and spread his arms wide, giving her a hug. "Me too, Anya," he told her. He was about to go see if Emmalie would talk to her when another voice, from the sleeping girl, spoke up. "Hi. I'm Shauna. I guess we're....uhh....dorm mates?"
Malachai flashed a girn at her. "I guess so, Shauna. I'm Malachai Sullivan." The irishman held out a hand for her to shake in greeting. "And it's a pleasure to meet you." His green eyes flicked over to Emmalie for a second. Why is she ignoring me? I didn't do anything. . .much.
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