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Post by Cindy Cassandra Winchester on Dec 17, 2010 11:40:01 GMT -7
 | "MOST PEOPLE ARE OTHER PEOPLE| | THEIR THOUGHTS ARE SOMEONE ELSE'S OPINIONS| | THEIR LIVES A MIMICRY| | THEIR PASSIONS A QUOTATION"| | ~~~OSCAR WILDE~~~|
It was a beautiful day and quite breezy when she did went outside (that's not until later on though), but fine nonetheless for the otherwise American high school senior in the incredible city known as London. She and the rest of her schoolmates had had a busy day getting here, waking up at twelve midnight, earlier in the morning than the itinerary for herself to double- and triple-check everything she pack the night before. She had also made sure Oliver check his belonging too before she had satisfaction in her natural state of mind that they had everything of the necessary in their luggage by one. Yes, her brother complained about the earlier wake up call, but what did she expected from a fourteen year old genius. She shook her head at that thought of their morning before today.
Now she was in the museum, getting ready and looking herself at the mirror as she styled her hair, brushed and flossed her teeth, and put on a touch of lipstick and brush. She smiled to herself and sighed softly. The most interesting and insane dream had came to her last night with her becoming Harriet Quimby, as in her wax figurative not her as in her real body and all, and walking around the museum with craze meetings and interaction with some other wax exhibits. She remembered having a glimpse of Nellie Bry and she saw Charles Darwin walking around. She was a bit confuse why she felt uncomfortable around him (not knowing that Darwin's future self had been the one to ask Oliver to get permission from her for her bra). She wasn't complete sure, but she had a feeling he had offend her or something in some way. She also thought she saw Bruce Lee walking around and Jehanne too, but she didn't approach either of them as she stroll along.
Cindy shook her head and chuckled at the dream as she fitted her blouse and bottoms, and went out of the restroom. She nodded to a roommate and friend as she went along to placed her sneakers on. She soon walked out of there and noticed several of the boys leaving their own rooms. She shrugged and decided to go for breakfast seeing it was seven o'clock and she needed to be able to eat before their tour continued. She looked around and walked the corridors not notice she was just spotted and was now being followed nor that the person trying to approach her needed her help for the second time.
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|TAGS|DEE(Xelios Valentine Savas)
|QUOTE|author mention above
|STATUS|COMPLETED!
|NOTES|Here you are, Dee. Now Xelios could ask his girl questions to Cindy and probably her bra too. lol!
Hope you don't mind about me saying she saw Bruce Lee, Charles Darwin, and Nellie Bry, if you do, tell me and I'll edit this.
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Post by xelios on Dec 24, 2010 18:32:31 GMT -7
 SHE’S GONE TO SEA, SHE’S FIGHTINGfor me, what bravery i’m sleeping in a battleship [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • CINDY WINCHESTER ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Being in London was definitely a new experience for Xelios, but in entirely positive ways. In his first life this had been his home, so it was quite nice to be back and see what had changed and what was still the same. More than that though, Xelios was happy to be out of Riverdale. The boy didn’t leave the school very often, knowledge that rival gangs who hated him quite intensely lurked in town. With gangs it took a lot to get out of them, and if you managed to escape you often pissed off even your own gang. Xelios hadn’t kept in contact with any of his “old friends”, so he really had no idea where they were any more. The people who had stabbed him could be anywhere as far as he knew, but he was sure that they weren’t in London. This brought Xelios out of his constant state of brooding and out of that thick shell of his, more than willing to strike up conversation with RSOR members he would otherwise ignore. He wasn’t nearly as recluse as he usually was, wearing a small half smile, which was as close to a smile as he got. Despite getting minimal sleep last night, and despite being quite confused by the wax dream that he had, Xelios was in a pretty good mood right now, getting ready with all of the other boys. He put on a pair of old jeans that sported a few holes, along with a grey shirt that was a little on the stained side. The only jacket that he owned was on, not very warm in the winter weather but he didn’t really mind. He was used to this, so it didn’t bother him very much.
After brushing his teeth and the rest of his short morning routine, Xelios couldn’t help but take a few moments to wonder about last night. It was very rare for Xelios to remember his dreams, assuming he even had any, so he was highly questioning the events of last night. After talking to a few of the boys Xelios had gathered that it wasn’t a dream after all, especially when he was told that Sylent was already starting to write an article about it for the RSOR website. It seemed so surreal, being back in his old body. He had very nearly forgotten what it was like to feel so old, with pain everywhere and being constantly tired. Mind you, it had been much worse when he had been alive the first time around, since he was very sick at the age that his wax figure was at. He was glad that the illnesses didn’t seem to continue in their wax bodies, otherwise he definitely would have ended up dead when he had gotten run over by a serial killer in a wheelchair. He pondered as he walked to get some breakfast, not really hungry but intending to eat anyways. He caught site of someone familiar and decided to approach her, already in his “I’m away from potentially life threatening gang members” state of mind. “Cindy!”
[/color] he called out to her, hoping she at leasrt had an idea of who he might be. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 537 outfit: here lyrics: arcade fire, i’m sleeping in a submarine notes: - - -[/blockquote] |
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