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Post by candlelight on Apr 2, 2006 16:23:33 GMT -5
Alayna Phillips
"Konichiwa Alayna, what a pretty name! I'll settle for Layna, I'm Rose Salvatoriello."
"Thanks Rose" Alayna said quietly.
"Hello Layna! I am Anya. It is good to meet you!"
"Hi Anya, it's good to meet you too" Alayna said smiling.
My dormmates seem nice, I think I'm going to like it a lot here.
"It's nice to meet you, Layna. I'm Emmalie."
"Nice to meet you too Emmalie." Alayna said with a shy smile.
Alayna turned back towards her bag and began to unpack her things as quickly as she could. She wanted to explore the Opera House as soon as she possibly could.
"Does anyone know if the last spot for this dorm has been filled yet?"
"That, beautiful, would be me, I'm the newest here. . .Malachai Sullivan, for those who don't know me,
While the other girls in the dorm, who most likely already knew him were introducing themselves Alayna went back to sorting everything out as best as she could.
"Hi. I'm Shauna. I guess we're....uhh....dorm mates?"
Alayna turned around to face Shauna, a smile formed on her face as she saw the young girl that she met on the Balcony.
"Hey Shauna, I guess we are roommates. Remember me? If you don't...well...I guess I'll re-intorduce myself. I'm Alayna Catriona Phillips...Layna for short" Alayna said.
She turned to face the guy that was in the dormitory, she gave him a faint smile. "Hi, I'm Alayna...or Layna for short" she said to him.
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Post by littlelotte on Apr 2, 2006 16:41:19 GMT -5
Shauna O'Brien
"I guess so, Shauna. I'm Malachai Sullivan." The man extended his hand, which Shauna shook gently. "Hello, Malachai."
"And it's a pleasure to meet you." "It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Shauna replied.
A girl turned around, and Shauna recognized her immediately.
"Hey Shauna, I guess we are roommates. Remember me? If you don't...well...I guess I'll re-intorduce myself. I'm Alayna Catriona Phillips...Layna for short"
"Layna!" Shauna exclaimed, "hi! How are you?" she asked happily, running over to hug her friend tightly.
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Lucianna
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Post by Lucianna on Apr 8, 2006 0:58:05 GMT -5
Malachai Sullivan
Malachai smiled as he met Alayna. "Hello Layna," he said warmly as her obvious friend ran and hugged her. He looked at Emmalie once more, a bit sad that she wouldn't look at him. He walked towards her, and sat next to her on her bed.
"Emmalie. . ." he said softly, "Talk to me." It hurt that she wouldn't speak to him, or even look at him. He placed a hand on her shoulder very gently. "I don't want you to ignore me," he told her. It hurt him inside that she wouldn't even acknowledge him.
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Post by The Easter Bunny on Apr 16, 2006 18:42:59 GMT -5
OOC: The Easter Bunny swiftly hops into Dormitory #1 and places 10 extra points in each persons profile along with treats one each bedstand. BIC:
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Post by Meg Giry on Apr 17, 2006 16:58:46 GMT -5
Emmalie Duboise
Emmalie was aware of everyone in the room, hearing all their introductions. She felt very bad for ignoring Mal. Emma felt someone sit down on the edge of her bed and she could only assume it was Malachai.
"Emmalie. . . Talk to me."
She sighed and felt his hand on her shoulder, she rolled over towards him, avoiding his eyes as usual. "Mal, I'm sorry about the chapel. I was just hurt too much as a child to look anyone in the eyes, just because I won't look in your eyes doesn't mean I don't like you any less." she said quietly, as not to be overhead. She gave him a weak smile and picked up a small barrette off her bed and fiddled around with it, "Please just be patient with me."
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Post by Lucianna on Apr 19, 2006 13:16:36 GMT -5
Malachai Sullivan
"Mal, I'm sorry about the chapel. I was just hurt too much as a child to look anyone in the eyes, just because I won't look in your eyes doesn't mean I don't like you any less."
A bit of hope was restored in the sharply dressed opera singer as she told him, generally, that she liked him. Well, it's a step forward, he thought, but his thought was pushed away at her next words. "Please just be patient with me." Malachai sighed. Patience was not his strong suite. He preferred things to happen fast, and for them to hapen right, and so far his friendship with Emmalie was 0 for 2.
"I can't wait forever," he told her quietly, truthfully. He had already agreed to take Anya, the beautiful Russian out on a date. I wish things could work out between us. . .but how can they when Emmalie won't even look at me? And Anya. . .she is a spectacular girl. . . he thought, standing. He wanted to leave her alone, because she was obviously uncomfortable aroudn him, fiddling with silly little hair things that he would never understand.
"I'm sorry," he told her, for a number of reasons. She could take her pick with the apologie, he thought, and walked over to his own bed to start unpacking.
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Post by Meg Giry on Apr 19, 2006 16:15:19 GMT -5
Emmalie Duboise
"I can't wait forever, I'm sorry."
Emmalie looked up at him and silently watched him walked over to his bed and unpack, She dropped the clip on the edge of her bed where it fell onto the floor. "I didn't ask you to." she whispered, almost in audibly. What does that mean. That he's done with me? She wondered, looking at him across the room. Emmalie hated herself, she in her head she tried blame her mother's boyfriend for scarring her enough not to look at anyone but for some reason Emmalie always ended up blaming herself even more. Malachai doesn't even know what's wrong with me. she thought, feeling a little anger towards him.
With one last look towards Mal, Emmalie got up off her bed and walked towards the door, she slipped out of the dorm silently, intent on finding somewhere she could go to be alone.
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Post by Lucianna on Apr 20, 2006 10:48:05 GMT -5
Malachai Sullivan
Malachai didn't hear Emmalie's soft words, or the drop of the hair barret that fell to the floor. She can't expect me to wait around forever just to get her to look me in the eyes. I have to live, still. And Anyais so flaming pleasent. . . He broke his thoughts off when he realized that he was just trying to convince himself, and he didn't like it.
Women are so flaming confusing, he thought as he hung his nice suits up in a closet. He realized that despite his attraction for Anya Minkova, the pull was still there for Emmalie too. Where is Anya, anyway? he wondered, his emerald green eyes sweeping across the room to the door. She had left earlier and hadn't come back.
While watching the door, he saw Emmalie leave, and Mal felt a tug at his heartstrings. Forget it, Malachai. She doesn't want you.
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Post by littlelotte on Apr 20, 2006 12:33:02 GMT -5
Shauna O'Brien
The blonde stood, speechless, watching the exchange between Mal and Emmalie. "I can't wait forever," the man said softly. A moment later, Emmalie was gone, leaving the man looking heartbroken.
Shauna slowly walked over to him, hoping she was doing the right thing. "She really likes you." she said gently, placing a hand on the man's arm. "I can tell, the....the way she looks at you. You just need to give her a little time. I know it's none of my buisness, but I can tell. You need to give her just a little bit of time."
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