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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Sept 18, 2010 21:32:25 GMT -7
Life was never boring in Riverdale, the been on the top bunk had to say that. You'd think, for a small town, things would be a little more dull. But no. Not so. Life had never been dull for Isabella, and she didn't always mind that.. The girl had to admit, things were at least interesting that way. She was typing up her homework, a history report, but her mind wasn't in it just now. She'd been getting a lot of phone calls from Oliver, and all the phone calls seemed to indicate that on the bunk below was Anne Frank, who now went by the name of Kimaya Waldor. She was a freshman, and shy, crushed on something major by Orville Wright, and unwittingly shared a dorm with a infamous criminal from the 1930's, and a saint. Well, she was gonna find out, and tonight. Except for the crush bit. Isabella would leave that out of things. But she was going to find out that she and Orville weren't the only ones. That RSOR was waiting for her...
Dang, she felt like Uncle Sam sometimes.
-and that is how globalization has affected goverments. Isabella typed up the conclusion to her report, saved, then shut her laptop. She put it on her self, and shivered. The windows were open, in an attempt to remove the smell of Bonnie's smoking. The smoke had been giving her nightmares, ones she'd woken up screaming from. The trouble was, it made them freeze. But said senior was out tonight (probably kissing Clyde right about now) and so Isa hopped down from the top bunk and shut some of the windows with a shiver. "I have no idea what we're going to do about this come winter." She mentioned to the silent girl in the bunk, as she rubbed her shoulders very gingerly. The dark splotch where her shirt had burned in the bathtub still wasn't gone. Nor were the bandages. That must have nee a strange situation for her. Might explain why she was so quiet, in addition to who she seemed to be. "She won't go outside come winter. We're all gonna die of second hand smoke." Isabella muttered, mostly to herself. She didn't get a lot of answers from Kimaya. Striking up a conversation wasn't going to be so easy.
Thankfully, there was Oliver. It was past six, but that didn't mean she couldn't bring up his name to break the ice. Besides, tyring to make conversation was always easier than flailing around and trying to bandage your back. "I'll work her out, I will." She mumbled, playing with the neck of her T-shirt. It was black, like her jeans, and she had a dark red long sleeved shirt underneath. She'd been feeling dark today, she supposed. Besides, she looked pretty rough and beaten for a saint. A bruise on her cheek, and bandages around her neck, which extended down, covering her shoulders under her clothes. Not exactly what most people thought of when they thought of a saint, but here she was.
"So anyways..." Isabella climbed the ladder so she could look Kimaya in the eye, and she stood with a foot on the ladder, one dangling into space as she looped an arm around a rung. "I heard you're a friend of Oliver's. I am too...but there's something odd." She said, biting her lip as though she didn't want to say this. She'd told him she would probably use him in conversation. "Did you never notice it's almost like he's lived before?"
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tagged| Kimaya / Jaycie
notes| Wololololo.
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