The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )
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				Title: <strong>The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 15:24:33</strong>
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				IC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91132.msg3981832#msg3981832)<br>Character&nbsp; Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981834#msg3981834)<br>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91134.msg3981835#msg3981835)<br>Interest Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91008.msg3977847#msg3977847)
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 15:31:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Southwall </strong><br></div><br><div align="center">(http://i1.trekearth.com/photos/13404/university.jpg)</div><br>It was the first day of the new semester and the campus of Southwall was once again bustling with activity after a lull of 2 months. It was a vast campus spread well over a thousand acres with seven dormitory buildings, different fraternity houses and resident facilities available for the professors along with one of the largest libraries in the whole country, a gymnasium, three auditoriums, an open theater, the three large central buildings for academics, a building for the administrative department etc. The campus had ample greenery with both sides of the roads lined up by trees in most parts, there were also a lot of gardens and parks in there.<br>The university had an annual intake of around 500 students out of which 400 of them were scholarship students, the brightest upcoming talents of the country in terms of music, arts and culture. The rest 100 were here because of the large donations paid by their parents to the management. It was a sunny day today with the sun shining in all its glory, making the weather very comfortable to roam around in the open.<br>Tracy Simmons arrived at the front gate of the university after a tiring 400 miles journey by a bus from her hometown. She had her bag over one shoulder and her guitar over the other as she walked up to the front gate wearing a lime green top and a white shorts that went down to her knees. On identifying herself she was welcomed there by a student council member who then helped carry her luggage and took her to the administrative department building. She was given there her dorm keys along with an identity card. Classes for the freshmen students would only start from tomorrow to allow them today to settle in. She was then helped by that same guy to her dorm, building C- Room 302. Tracy was right now in her dream world, thoughts that she be spending the next four years in this beautiful campus was just so overwhelming. The student council member left her alone after helping her move her luggage upstairs. She went in the room, and began to settle in. She found out earlier that she would be having a room-mate, only junior and senior students were provided with separate rooms. "Bottom bunker..first come..first choice.." she muttered as she began to settle in the room, taking the bottom bunker for herself while moving her clothes in to one of the two dressers provided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 16:06:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br>Before Tracy could sit back and have a moments peace from the journey a very loud girl appeared carrying what seemed to be more bags than a princess would dream of asking of her servants.<br><br><strong>"Tracy ?&nbsp; ~~Im~~ Amanda Lriah ! " </strong><br><br>Without waiting for a reply Amanda started unsuccessfully shoving case after overly-priced-matching-designer-case into the only small wardrobe in the room until it was bursting.&nbsp; Indeed Tracy did know of Amanda. The first time Tracy met her was while Tracy was playing at a solo gig at one of the universities pubs when the little spoilt little bitch thought to stand close-by simply to yammer on and on and on to anyone loopy enough to talk, about as loud as she could, close enough to the microphone it did have a few giving the scene a few strange looks. One of a few things that night which made focusing on playing considerably more difficult than it should have been.<br><strong><br>"Your that ~~really~~ talented girl right ? Scholarship surely yes ? I think they must have made a mistake not giving me one for acting you know... but I bet you got one though didn't you ? Im right arn't I ! Of course I am and you know why ? Im <span class="bbc_u">psychic </span>you know. Its true ! But anyway, you probably have heard of my dad the producer yes ?, or you ~~could~~ know my name from my mom, she is very active in the university scene you know .. what was she dean of again ? oh <span class="bbc_u">thats </span>right ... " </strong><br><br>It seemed the girl needed to voice every thought she had verbally. Not the type of company Tracy was likely to find anything other than grating from the get go.<br><br><strong>"... I'm like SOOOO pleased to met you properly this time not without clatter and stuff. You see all the mus-os are talking about you ! and I mean all of them. like <em>ALL </em>of them you know ? Annnd to think I'm bunking with you ! Oh my god ! oh my GOD !! My friends thought you were soo fantastic when they heard you play ! This is SOOOO cool. And we are room mates isn't that GREAT ! I mean just ISNT it ?"</strong><br><br>... no prizes really needed for guessing which student needed to have her parents contribute a considerable sum for her to be there. Contribution ? more like bribe perhaps ... <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 10:57:41</strong>
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				Tracy was almost finished with putting the little clothes she had brought with her in her dresser when she suddenly saw her room mate barge in. She was really looking forward to some alone time with her guitar but guess that was ruined now as she saw the girl put case after case in her dresser. Tracy had seen her somewhere but couldn't remember where. And then it hit her. She was the attention seeking bitch that tried to ruin her gig in the bar a few weeks before. Fucking fantastic.!!<br>She just stood there listening to the girl blabber on and on and on. She looked at her own feet, then at her face, then upwards, then sideways but still the girl just kept talking. Tracy could already feel her ear drums bursting with pain. " yeah..its great...nd yeah I am Tracy Simmons.." she said cutting the girl off. <br>She then went to the bottom bunker and plopped down on the edge. " I took the bottom bunker...I am sure its alright with you.." she said trying to keep a bit of a smile on her face. She didn't know what to say to the rich girl, she had always despised rich people. But Tracy didn't want their relation to turn sour on the first day itself. "So I heard they are throwing a little party tonight...for the freshers..." she said trying to make some conversation from her side. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 12:13:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br><strong>"Top shelf girl here" </strong>Amanda smirked at Tracy while pressing fingers to her own chest thinking she was witty while ignoring the bunk entirely.<br><br><strong>"But ... YES there is a freshers party ! I can't wait to go with you and tell my friends I'm sharing with you ! But wait ... your not even getting ready ?? There is no way your going to wear that are you ? Surely not"</strong><br><br>She looked at Tracy as if seeing an animal she pitied before frowning then burrowing through her cases to unearth about half a dozen pairs of high heeled shoes. <br><strong><br>"Best choose the shoes first then the rest to match I say."</strong><br><br>Strange advice considering how poorly Amanda seemed to dress herself, at least for the moment anyway.<br><br><strong>"Feel free to help yourself to any dress or shoes I have. Some girls think its strange to wear friends clothes but really ... I think its sensible you know ? Oh my god we are friends ! I said it just like that because it felt right ! Thats a sign in a past life we were you know ! It aaaalll makes so much sense now .. like souls find each other each lifetime you know ... but anyway you see these ? "</strong><br><br>Amanda thrusted one pair of shoes into the air. <br><strong><br>"I couldn't ~~~beleive~~~ my luck with these cuties. Down to only five hundred dollars !&nbsp; half price ! They were like that for three days the shop keeper said ! Three days and none noticed the bargin ! I couldn't beleive my luck. So I said to myself ... Amanda days like these dont happen that often, its Angels way of saying they are trying to bend things your way but can't do everything on their own so best get whatever is in that range that fits before someone else works it out. And I did !! Twelve pairs all reduced to half, not one pair over seven hundred dollars ! Not one ! That's Angels help at work for us Tracy, clear as sunshine."</strong><br><br>Amanda then repeated the same painful chapter again, this time concerning dresses that her cases seemed cough up a never ending supply of.<br><br><strong>"Whats wrong Tracy ? You look like your ill or something. Is it the colors ? Not in a pink mood ? That's ok I have those days too sometimes ... what about ~lavender~ night tonight ... if you choose lavender I have ~just~ the perfume ... "</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 12:27:44</strong>
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				<em>How can a person be so irritating? </em>thought Tracy as Amanda again went on and on about her shoes and her dresses. Tracy didn't like it when Amanda looked down upon the clothes she was wearing, she tried to let it slip, the rich bitch knew little about the real world out there. <br>Tracy tried to open her mouth to speak a couple of times but Amanda once again just went on and on. So she just sat there, elbows resting on her thighs and her face resting in her hands, looking at Amanda. <br><em>What could be worse? ...living with Amanda...or living with Nazis...surely..Nazis..but may be Amanda..oh the rich bitch was starting to get on her nerves now. </em><br>She finally got up with a sigh. " Listen girl..I appreciate your offer...but I am fine with the clothes I am in...clothes don't make a person...character does..." she sighed again, who was she telling all this too, the girl was as far away from reality as anyone could ever be. She picked up her guitar from her bed and began to rip out a soft solo. " I will wait for you to get ready..and then we will go to the party alright?.." she said rather dismissively as she just continued to play her guitar, not looking at Amanda now. She would need to shop for some ear buds soon if this went on. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 12:51:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>"clothes don't make a person...character does..." </strong></span> Amanda looked out at the window for a few minutes mouthing the words carefully slowly ... and thankfully for Tracy silently.<br><strong><br>"Oh my GOD ! your sooooo right ! That's a really cool thing to say like a sage or something. Wow ! Oh my god ! That sort of telling life I am Amanda Lriah even if I'm not wearing clothes I usually do ! Like your personality can move into different costumes, like we are all actors and life is the stage, but your still you as that actor, and thats what <span class="bbc_u">most </span>people don't get. We are all Actors ! Oh my god ! Life is the stage... Clothes don't make the person, the character they <span class="bbc_u">choose </span>for the moment makes their chosen persons at that time for the stage of life ! Life is the stage for US ! We choose what character we want to be for it by the costume or clothes we wear ! So true !! I get it ! I do ! But Most people wouldn't, most wouldn't understand but we ancient-souls do <span class="bbc_u">don't</span> we Tracy ?"</strong><br><br>Amanda murmured more to herself than anyone thrilled as if a sacred onion layer of life was revealed to her which was some ancient secret while running to the bathroom with two large bags in hand. She stayed silent for a moment - while likely putting on lipstick but it wasn't to last, she worked out she could still humm along to the tune Tracy was playing <br><br>.. a tune which Amanda didn't know. <br><br>Playing a guitar while other is humming different notes in anticipation of what they <span class="bbc_u">could </span> be while getting it wrong every time wasn't the most pleasant of times for Tracy still though ... as much as the bathroom echoed, Tracy did have a ear practiced to listen for particular sounds while trained to ignore others. in this way Tracy could be in her own world despite the background din. Still doing so needed focus for a hobby-time which <span class="bbc_u">should </span>have been relaxing.<br><br>An age past before Amanda was finally ready. <br><br><strong>"Well tell me how do I look ?"</strong><br><br>Look ? Ridiculous... but not in Amanda's mind. <br><br>Tracy had already bore the nightmare of dealing with Amanda getting into one outfit .. what would hinting at another do&nbsp; ?<br><br>Elbow length gloves, super-high heels, wearing earrings worth more than all the student cars parked about the campus. <br><br>The girl had dressed up to go to a ball, and not just any ball.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.poster.net/tyler-liv/tyler-liv-photo-liv-tyler-6228248.jpg)</div><br>From what Tracy knew of frat partys this girl was going to be a little out of place ... just a little.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 13:24:14</strong>
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				<em>Oh hell..there she goes again. Perhaps I need to go to the computer lab and search for the best asylums in this country instead of going to that party. A few more days with this one and that was exactly where she would end up. Oh how much she talked, Tracy wondered how one can go on and on like this? Didn't her throat hurt? </em>the line of these thoughts just kept going on and on in her head as she didn't understood a word that Amanda was blubbering too her. <br>She finally sighed with a deep relief as she went in to the bathroom to get ready. That would keep her quiet, at least for a few minutes. Tracy decided to forget about her for now and began to play her guitar again. She tried to just ignore the girl humming in a sharp high pitched tone in the bathroom. But it got to her soon, shaking her head she put her guitar back down and just laid back, looking at the wall and thinking of whether they will allow her to change her room mate or not. <br>She then saw Amanda walk out of the bathroom. <em>Where were they going? Queen Elizabeth's royal dinner. </em>She shrugged her shoulders. " don't you think you are a bit overdressed for the occasion..its just a small party..." Tracy had always been straight forward, if a card looked like a Joker then she would say its a Joker. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 13:37:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br>Strangely this did seem to shut her up. For a full minute Amanda opened her mouth as if to say something then stopped. Paused, frowned... opened it again. sighed, look confused scratched her head, then ..... changed her clothes.<br><br>Something about the comment seemed to hit something deep in Amanda and in silence the change of attire outfit occured in a very different mood. Was that a sniff ? was Amanda crying ? <br><br>Amanda seemed to realise she had made a fool of herself to someone she thought of highly, and it seemed she was re-tracing her words in her mind in a way that didn't sit comfortably with her.<br><br>When finished she turned to tracy ... was about to open her mouth to ask her opinion then thought the better of it and nodded.<br><br>Finally a smile returned, one a little more sedated.<br><br><div align="center">(http://guestofaguest.com/wp-content/uploads/wppa/Liv_Tyler.jpg)<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 14:09:26</strong>
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				<em>Wow..so she does have a mute button..!!</em> Tracy watched the girl just stand there dumbly for a minute and then walk away to the bathroom again. <br>She just went back to playing her guitar and this time wasn't disturbed by Amanda. After several minutes, she saw Amanda coming out and put her guitar down. Tracy had never been the one worried about her own looks and just got up, ready to leave like she was. <br>" That leather jacket suits you..." she said stepping up to the door and holding it open for her to walk out. Tracy followed her out of the room and locked the door and put the keys in the small leather purse that she was carrying. <br>"I think the party is in the garden..behind D dorm..." she said and began to walk alongside Amanda to the stairs. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 14:24:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images.travelpod.com/users/hamiltonfamily/1.1234632000.kirstenbosch-garden-concert.jpg)</div><br>Amanda just nodded to Tracy's comment concerning the jacket but the moment she appeared on the garden she was certainly thankful Tracy pointed out the practical.<br><br><strong>"Um I would have looked a fool in front of everyone wouldn't have I you saved me from that Tracy thanks"<br></strong><br>It sounded meek, because it was. Soon drinks magically found each of the girls hands while some mus-os Tracy recognized started waving at her to join them. So too a slightly more dressed up crew waved towards Amanda to join their group also.<br><br><strong>"Tracy, do you wanna meet my friends or would you know ... wanna hang with the music crew " </strong> <br><br>While waiting for Tracy to answer Amanda took a sip from the plastic champagne glass while waiting for her reply <br>.. before immediately scrunching up her eyes. <br><br><strong>"Ew. Surely this isn't champagne ... dont drink it Tracy, it can't be, the champagne I know wouldn't .... " </strong><br><br>... she carried on while the hopeful fresher guy who had given the drinks to two (one who was previously was all smiles and hopes ) looked at Tracy with a sad look which moved to defeat and then shame as he rapidly removed the price tag from the bottle he had with him....&nbsp; something Amanda was totally unaware of ...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 14:36:02</strong>
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				Tracy saw a few familiar faces immediately in the party waving at her and waved back. She was never much of a party person but this party seemed so cool. There was a guy there sitting in the corner surrounded by a few people playing a song on the guitar that people around him were humming. <br>"Its alright..." Tracy nodded and smiled at Amanda when she thanked her. May be she wasn't a bad person like she had thought her to be. <br>"I will go and hang out with the music crew if you don't mind..." hanging out with those rich friends of Amanda, now that was a nightmare..!!<br>"whats wrong with it..!!.." she asked Amanda when she said that the drink wasn't champagne. She then noticed the shame all over the face of the guy that had given them their drinks. Tracy just placed her glass away, it was always better to be cautious then waking up in a stranger's bed, not remembering anything from the past few hours. <br>Tracy then excused Amanda and went to hang out with some of the people she had met in the music circle before. <br>The party began to slowly warm up with the DJ now playing some of the hippest modern tracks and the dance floor was full of people swaying under the influence or couples just fooling around with each other. Tracy was never much of a dancer and stayed away from it as much as possible. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 14:45:37</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br>There was nothing wrong whatsoever with the champagne and the hopeful fresher who bought it thinking it would help ease into a conversation with some girls slunk away with a depression of doomed first impressions that was far from his fault. <br><br>Oblivious to this Amanda nodded to Tracy before she made tracks towards those she knew well<br><br><strong>"Just join us if you want to, we have really nice drinks, I can't wait to tell them about you" </strong><br><br>She gave a kiss on tracy's cheek which seemed inappropriate considering Tracy's background but done so frequently among Amanda's circle it was second nature to her, so fast it finished before tracy really registered it happening.<br><br><div align="center">*<br></div><strong>"Hey crew ! You wouldn't beleive who Im sharing my room with .... "</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 15:03:54</strong>
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				Tracy had wiped off the moist imprint of Amanda's kiss on her cheek before walking away towards her own friends. <em>The weird antics of the rich I can never understand. <br>"</em>my room mate...don't even ask..its Amanda Lriah..." Tracy said shaking her head when a girl she knew asked her who she was sharing her room with. Afterwards the conversations in the group mainly grew around some of hot guys in the party and how cool it was to be in SouthWall. Tracy soon felt herself bored and decided to bail out early. <br>She quietly slipped out of the party and decided to go for a stroll in the campus. It was indeed beautiful as she roamed the tree lined wide roads, the shadows of the trees on the road making for a beautiful picture in the afternoon sunlight. <br>She then came across the big multistory library, one of things that SouthWall was so famous for and decided to check it out. <br>(http://www.curiousexpeditions.org/State%20Library%20of%20Victoria.jpg) 
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 15:43:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br><div align="center">*<br></div><strong>"Look Amanda I have stayed with you a little before, just don't be too full on if you want to stay friends with her ok?"<br></strong><br>One of the guys in her crowd injected<br><br><strong>"What do you <span class="bbc_u">mean </span>full on .. " </strong>Amanda replied frowning.<br><strong><br>"Well... You love shoes, guys don't we just don't. Some girls do but not all, try not to assume they do try and think of what they are interested in first, learn a little about them .. you know what -&nbsp; your just you, forget it hon" </strong>The guy shook his head and sipped his drink.<br><br><strong>"Clothes don't make a person Nathan, their character does" </strong> Amanda replied with hands on both hips.<br><br><strong>"Amanda... what are you going on about ? He wasn't referring to how you dress"</strong> Another in her crowd added.<br><br><strong>"But he was talking about my shoes ... well if he <span class="bbc_u">wasn't </span>then what do you <span class="bbc_u">mean </span>full on, Im friendly arn't I?" </strong><br><br><strong>"Well yes its just that your a little too rich for some"</strong> the same guy replied<br><br><strong>"Fruit-cake" .</strong>.. a random voice in the crowd yelled at Amanda pointing drunkenly.<br><br><strong>"What has <span class="bbc_u">money </span>got to do with it"</strong> Amanda looked distressed turning from the drunken guy back to her friends.<br><br><strong>"Its a term that doesn't relate to wealth. Coming over as too rich means like ... well too heavy, laying it on thick"<br></strong><br><strong>"Laying what on too thick though ? I don't understand, you mean like being sweet ? Fruitcakes are sweet, lots of cherries. Thats good right?"<br></strong><br>At this the drunk who accused her of being one and his friends nearby burst into a peel of laughter<br><br><strong>"Forget it Amanda"</strong> a girl in yellow, julie, who was well presented piped in "<strong>Everyones just drunk saying random things they don't mean anything by it"</strong><br><br><strong>"Oh yes we ... " </strong>the reply was cut of short by a sharp stare from Julie towards the speaker.<br><br><strong>"Look Amanda. Your friendly, you like people thats enough. People who expect different things are doing so because expecting other things is just what people do. " </strong> Julie noticed Amanda looking confused&nbsp; <strong>"Look forget it I must be drunk also and going on .. here have a glass ... it will put the matter to rest. We got it just for you ... your going to love it ... "</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong>*</strong></div>
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				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 16:40:11</strong>
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				Well Tracy had to say that she was truly impressed by the library. It had books on every subject known to mankind, poetry, science, literature from various countries, you call it, they have it. There was also a very impressive computerized system in place from where students could find out the location of a certain book in the library just by using lots of different touch screens near the entrance. <br>There weren't many students around here today though. Most of them were either at the party or still settling in to their rooms. Tracy stayed there for a couple of hours, reading Tolstoy. She enjoyed the pin drop quiet of the place that just made reading so much more intense. Luckily she still had her ID card with her, so she got the book issued to herself and took it back with her. <br>It was late afternoon by the time she had walked out of the library. The shadows of the trees on the roads were longer and the air was getting a bit more chilly as she walked back to her Dorm. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 13:51:47</strong>
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				As Tracy approached any hope for peace and quite was shattered. Some idiot nearby had decided to host a dance party in the girls dorms of all places. Places were people sleep or try to study.... as Tracy acended the stair well it became clearer that the room that was doing so was on her floor, when on her floor it became clear the room was <br><br>... hers.<br><br><div align="center">(http://collegecandy.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/25/franzia.jpg?w=412&amp;h=549)<br></div><strong>"Hey there she is !"</strong> Amanda boomed above the sound of disco playing.<br><br><strong>"Yo gurrrly&nbsp; ! Rock ONnnnnnn bitches !! "</strong> one drunk from the crowd yelled before adopting some weird dance move.<br><br>Amanda looked pleased with herself ran to Tracy only to yell into her ear such that she could be heard above the din.<br><br><strong>"You would be so proud of me ! I was so brave, normally I find it hard to get along with other groups for some reason but I trusted my angles and talked to your music friends ! And they were sooo kind ! They said your the best player among them but that you don't t really have much to do any of them even the ones that are good with guitars or their friends - and that they find it hard to get to know you right? So I told them how wise you were and how your so cool with people and stuff and that you DEFINITELY would be more than happy to get to know them and their friends better and told them the room we are staying in. <br><br>And just like that they suggested a party ! <br><br>And I was like Oh MY GOD ! that's such a great idea ! but I don't have anything ready ! and they said -it can be ok if I give them money so they can sort those things out - so I said&nbsp; how much ? and they said a few thousand dollars should do something on short notice. And I said really ? thats all ? And they said well probably a like seven thousand and that you would love it as everyone loves surprises !- so I did and oh my god they were right ! They were RIGHT&nbsp; ! Can you beleive it ??<br><br>Imagine that ! I didnt know you could give someone money and have a party so quickly just like that ! Amazing isn't it Tracy ! All because of how much they want to get to know you and stuff ... though how they can with the music so loud I don't know ... perhaps they will explain that bit later ... "</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 17:05:56</strong>
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				Tracy heard the sound of music coming from her floor and then went up to find that the whole floor and especially her room was a mess. Her guitar lay there in the corner with beer spilled all over it the sight of that made her eyes watered. Drunken teenagers swarmed the room like bees. She looked questioningly at Amanda. Listening to her made her seethe with rage, her cheeks turning red. How could she be so stupid...they had just used her..!! <br>She brushed past Amanda in rage, almost pushing her in to the door and went straight to the music system and unplugged it. <br><strong>"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM...NOW..!!..." </strong> Tracy yelled at the top of her voice, she was in rage. <br>They just stood there looking at her. "<strong>DIDN'T YOU HEARD...GET THE FUCK OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT....GET THE FUCK OUT OR I WILL CALL THE DEAN HERE..." </strong>she screamed again, her nostrils flaring. Picking up one of the speakers, she smashed it on the floor. <br>"ok..ok..cool..we are going.." said a guy and they all began to walk out of the room murmuring among themselves. When they all left, Tracy closed the door, the room was a mess. She looked at Amanda and then turned her eyes away. <br>Tracy didn't say a word to Amanda, getting a mop from the bathroom she began to clean the floor while picking up the empty beer bottles, all by herself. It would at least take her a couple of hours to clean all this mess up. She looked at her guitar, the wires were ruined for good and the wood would just swell out now because of all the moisture it has absorbed. It had taken her six months of working as a part time waitress to save money for that guitar. She shook her head lightly, and just went back to cleaning the floor. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 10:51:29</strong>
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				In the meantime Ethan Madison was shouldering past the teenagers and frats who were being ejected from Tracy and Amanda's dorm room. He was wondering why the party was ending so soon when it seems to have just started and it was a good thing he was sober lest he not be able to figure that out. <strong>"Ohhhh dear"</strong> Any excuse or trick to get into a pretty girls clean apartment and mess it up right. Well thats not good form by any stretch of the imagination as he would step on further up the stairs hearing the screaming Tracy though it was mostly brief. Looks like he wasn't going to have much luck trying to talk to them at the moment so he figured to take a drink first from the vending machines and just patiently wait to see what happens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 10:51:48</strong>
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				Silently both cleaned. Amanda didn't understand what she did wrong but she knew anger when she saw it. The guitar was ruined, perhaps what hope Amanda had of her friendship with her also. Bags of rubbish accumulated in near the door and soon Amanda found herself scrubbing something wrong out of the rug, without much success.<br><br><strong>"They said they were your friends and you would like it" </strong>Amanda was in tears and wiped some off her face.<br><br>This was meant to be something good, something she hoped would be a shared fond memory. Amanda looked again to the guitar. Someone had ruined the case also. Guitar cases are pretty tough but it seemed that someone had jumped on it intentionally. To think matters couldn't have got worse. The dean did indeed appear said nothing and left a note with them.<br><br>Opening it said <strong>"Appointment concerning decorum tomorrow at 8 am sharp"</strong><br><br>Amanda sighed and placed in on the shelf before taking turns to move the rubbish away to the larger bin downstairs<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 11:05:35</strong>
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				Tracy never once looked at Amanda as she silently continued to clean the room. She picked up her ruin guitar and put it away in the corner. She will take it to the shop later and see if they could repair it somehow. <br>Even when Amanda talked, she didn't look at her. Her guitar was ruined, the room was a mess and on top of that now they were called up by the Dean. Fucking fantastic..!! She shook her head lightly trying to get her mind straight and began to move the rubbish downstairs. <br><em>Well at least she helped in cleaning the room...<br>what the fuck..it was her fucking fault..she should be doing that...and now I have to go to the Dean with her for just her fault..<br>Come on Tracy..they just talked her in to this...its not her fault entirely..<br></em>Tracy didn't know what to make of her new room mate at the moment. She looked at her as she was about to take the last of the rubbish downstairs. <strong>" Just don't do this again..." </strong>Tracy then moved out of the room without even awaiting for her reply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 11:33:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br>At tracy's comment Amanda just nodded while biting her lip. Getting Tracy thrown out of the college would be disastrous. This was her big break scholarship or no some things Deans did not tolerate. While thinking this Amanda noticed a cute guy near the vending machine.<br><br>Three bags full of rubbish wasn't as easy to manage as Amanda thought it would be. It strangely was the first time she ever had taken rubbish out and well ... she was managing ... but only for a moment before one of them split open sending a hundred cans of semi-empty beer over the floor.<br><br><strong>"Oh Angels ! Oh no" </strong>Amanda put the other two down and started her best to right all the cans before more of their contents created even a larger mess. Another set of tears was shed<br><br><strong>"This was meant to be a happy day!" </strong>she murmured to herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 11:56:10</strong>
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				When Amanda spilled her bags of cans and garbage he would sigh as he puts aside the drink and kneels down to help her out. It looked like she was having a very trying day and a hint of kindness was at times like this a very endearing way to earn a place in a woman's heart. One in which he mercilessly exploited. <strong>"Well they always say the night is darkest before the sunrise yes?"</strong> He said out of sympathy and in a slight attempt to be ironic but it probably would fall flat but then again she might be the type to enjoy corny jokes. None the less he would help her pick it up and then would help her with the bags. <strong>"Rough first day huh? Don't worry its always like that. Names Ethan by the way, nice to meet you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 12:10:19</strong>
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				~<em>Tracy sitting at the stairs~<br></em>Tracy put those trash bags away in the bin and then walked back in to the dorm. She sat down idly at the stairs for a while, not wanting to go up already and see Amanda again for now. Things had gotten off to a worse start and she had heard about the strict rules of the Southwall and knew there could be dire consequences to face in tomorrow's meeting with the Dean. She ran her hands through her hair a couple of times, already trying to think of a decent apology to the Dean tomorrow to save her ass.<br>(http://images.travelpod.com/users/kateandjohn/1.1282931683.hallway-outside-school-dorm-room.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 19:02:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br><strong>"Im Amanda."</strong> she sniffed.<br><br><strong>"Oh Ethan I hope what your saying is true I really do. I have the best room mate I can imagine and I fear I have stuffed up everything for her before anything even started. She is soooo talented. I heard her play her name is tracy. And"</strong> sniff... <br><strong><br>"Well I organized a party which got really rowdy, I thought it was what she wanted as it was her friends, you know the music group ? Anyway she wasn't impressed. I thought because it was her friends they would do things she liked so I just thought she liked that kind of stuff but it turned out she didnt at all... then the dean came and is going to talk with us tomorrow, I hope he doesnt kick us out perhaps he wont but still... "<br></strong><br>The cans were righted now and soon the other bags were opened again to take the new load. Something luckily they seemed to have managed.<br><strong><br>"I just want her to like me and everything I try and do is something that turns out badly."<br></strong><br>Amanda started crying uncontrollably.<br><strong><br>"Its never been like this before. My friends say I lay things on too thickly but I don't understand and they refuse to explain what they are saying. Sometimes it feels they have some secret about me they are sharing but dont share with me for a reason. Like they know something but keep me from it. But Im always honest with them ! They are hiding something from me and it scares me. I feel alone. <br><br>Soooo alone. This was meant to be a time when everyone gets together and has fun and likes everyone and gets on ... you know like the tv stuff. But its all going so badly and I just dont know why ! Its like .... "</strong><br><br>Amanda's eyes welled.<br><br><strong>"... its like my angels are not with me." </strong>sniff <strong>"If they are not with me ... why ? What did I do to offend them so ? I talk to them all the time and Im honest with them ! What have I done to make them desert me ?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 04:37:35</strong>
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				He put down the bags of garbage and began to slowly embrace her in comfort since she seemed to need it. He gently whispered into her ear <strong>"I believe so. Im head boy of this dorm. Im certain i can put in a good word for you and Tracy and such and then take responsibility for that. You shouldn't have to be punished for others taking advantage of you or Tracy right?"</strong> That was unbelievably hypocritical of him in his own mind for he knew what his intentions were and he found this a very private joke now. <strong>"Maybe they just took another form perhaps? Your angels I mean. After all you seem to be in good hands now and everything is going to be fine."</strong> He said petting her head trying to help her stop crying. Perhaps he could coax her in her vulnerable state and test the waters. See if he could make it so that she was going to give some disproportionate gratitude to him. <strong>"Just don't cry anymore Amanda. Things will be better and soon"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 13:50:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br><strong>"Oh could you Ethan ? Could you?"</strong> amanda looked relieved<br><br><strong>'I feel Im all alone here, Tracy doesn't want to talk to me and I can't blame her. IF you did put in a good word with the dean .. Oh my god .. you would be an angel for sure ! It may be true ... I get that from you"</strong><br><br>She looked into his eyes and saw hope staring back at her<br><br><strong>"Your right Angels dont desert people they change forms. Get get stronger and more solid as our values do ! Like you ! Your right Ethan thankyou !"</strong><br><br>She kissed his cheek quickly then stood and wiped her tears.<br><br><strong>"There is so much mess, do you feel you could help, the idea of tracy cleaning anything after her guitar is broken pains me no end ... actually .. what do you know of guitars ? I want to buy her a replacement I do have the money to, but well .. I just want it to be right, better than right I can't make a mistake on it now. It has to be perfect, without her needing to do anything. ..."<br></strong><br>Amanda produced her credit card again handing it to him ... <br><br><strong>"You seem wise and I trust you. Your the head boy right ? So its right to... please Ethan can you get her a guitar .. just help in our room long enough to see the one of hers that broken. ... please get whatever money can buy... but um wait ... I am forgetting something .. thats right ...<br><br>Strange as it is I don't think she wants a pink one ... weird I know but for some reason I don't think she does .. um or summer lavender for that matter ... or violet dawn... or summer orange ... or sunshine yellow ... or anything with a strong floral theme .. or "</strong><br><br>... Amanda continued while recalling each set of matching outfits of hers she tried to get Tracy to wear .. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 08:03:55</strong>
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				He blinked a few times at how incredibly naive the girl was... She just gave him her credit card. This damn near bordered on levels of stupidity worthy of truTV. She was just ASKING to be taken advantage of and whilst he would he figured not to do it with the damn credit card. <strong>"Amanda, you really shouldn't be giving credit cards to strangers ya know this right? Even if I was supposedly sent by angels and such I would never give an angel my credit card."</strong> He said in a kind tone with a gentle scolding underneath it. <strong>"I can help you pick out a guitar but I won't make a purchase for you. What would be the point of me buying her a guitar if it was you that was the one needing to make amends?"</strong> He asked her as he then would then picks up the bags with a slight smile as he then says <strong>"I'll help clean the mess up, then we'll go and get Tracy a new guitar and then I'll go and talk to the dean. Alright?"</strong> Ethan suggested instead as if he was to play the part of a guardian angel of sorts then he should not be doing everything for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 13:55:29</strong>
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				Tracy sat there on the stairs for a few more minutes and then finally decided to go back to her room. On her way she saw Amanda standing with another guy in the hallway but without giving them any notice, began to walk right past them. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91132.msg4024394#msg4024394">Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 17-12-2010, 08:03:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'll help clean the mess up, then we'll go and get Tracy a new guitar and then I'll go and talk to the dean. Alright?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>She stopped in her way as she heard those words and turned towards them. <strong>"thanks but no thanks...there won't be a need for you to be so kind upon me.." </strong>she said addressing Amanda though she looked at the both of them. <br><strong>"if you want to do me a favor..do this...don't try to do one...alright.." </strong>It had bothered Tracy that Amanda had just told everything to this strange guy they haven't even met yet. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 12:33:00</strong>
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				Amanda looked confused, a state which became common now but one that still gave her options.<br><br><strong>"Tracy meet Ethen - the head boy. Perhaps your right Amanda everything I have tried to help what I think is good turns sour somehow and I don't understand why."<br></strong><br>The trusting girl wiped away a few tears<br><br><strong>"The idea of being friends with you is enchanting to me, there is something real about you I don't get with others and I guess trying too hard just makes me a try-hard not a "be-"er. I want to buy you another guitar, whatever money can get. It seems frienship thing or mixing friends didn't work, but if money can solve anything please speak of it. I have not been here long and it already feels like I need a holiday from thinking of everything now."<br></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 17:46:01</strong>
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				Tracy nodded a bit to acknowledge the guy when Amanda introduced him but other than that her attention remained on Amanda for most of the time. <br><strong>"You don't be friends with someone cause its enchanting..you be friends..cause you..it comes from the heart..you won't understand..forget it..." </strong>she shook her head, the image that Amanda had about being friends was totally different then her own views. <strong>"And money can't buy friends...so don't give me that bullshit...and please...you don't need to buy anything for me.." </strong>she sighed and then walked away to go upstairs and continue in cleaning the mess that her room still was. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Meister</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 13:44:55</strong>
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				(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Neo-Nazi_Skinhead.jpg/220px-Neo-Nazi_Skinhead.jpg)<br><br><em>Somewhere completely different.</em><br><br>Zachary Durmstrom was getting a workout. He usually was when he was finishing up the wetwork. Ethan was great at charming the ladies, but they'd never get any meat without Zack busting his butt, or at least not the sort of meat Ethan was promising, and usually delivered. Granted, Ted and Mack probably did not appreciate the effort both of them put into their plans.<br><br>Not like what they thought mattered though, seeing as how the cement mixer had just about covered them up by now. Normally he'd have put them out of their misery, but, silly goose that he was, he completely forgot his gun or one of his knives. Ah well, it'd work out. The two Southwall senior boys were thoroughly gagged, and this shack was out in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere. He'd just finish things up, get in the car, go home, grab a beer, and wait for Ethan to report. He had the boy's state IDs, their student IDs, and was going to edit both of them with pictures of him and Ethan tomorrow when he got around to it. He'd finish the complete theft of their identities and replacement of their lives later in the week when some contacts finished doing what they were paid for.<br><br>Zack observed his handiwork, nodding in appreciation for a job well done, even if he did say so himself. The two young men were completely covered up, so now he just had to smooth the floor out a little to make it look legitimate and he could finally go home. As he finished spreading the cement out, he had a thought. If Ethan had drunk the last beer and hadn't gotten a new case before going to a party he was already guaranteed to get smashed at, he was gonna kill him this time. That shit had to stop, meat or no meat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 02:12:31</strong>
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				Amanda silently looked at Tracy leave and sighed mumbling to ethen.<br><strong><br>"She doesn't want to have anything to do with me. Even my money isn't good enough. I dont understand Tracy is on a scholarship others told me she isnt that wealthy I want to help. Perhaps I can leave some money where she will find it but she will probably know its me and turn her nose up at it for a reasons which makes all the sense in the world to her which she refuses to explain or want to talk of. <br><br>Strange how people can have strong views on things while not wanting to talk of them, to me seems to defeat the purpose of passion or views. I wonder what having them gets them ?<br><br>I suppose is pride either making do on their own not accepting hand outs or just nothing to do with someone like me. But who is independent really ? <br><br>We are dependent on doctors and civil servants and nurses and teachers and the army and stuff, doesn't mean we have to like them I suppose but doing anything on our own doesn't make sense unless we want to go live in some island in the middle of nowhere.<br><br>You know what that sounds tempting, island in the middle of nowhere - far away from deans, leave all my troubles behind."<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 00:57:42</strong>
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				<strong>"Well regardless I am going to do this good turn not for her then but for you Amanda."</strong> Ethan said with a smile upon his face. Its funny she should mention an island <strong>"Well there is a contest of sorts for the dorms. Winning a trip to an island in fact so perhaps that is quite the opportunity for you if a little bit of a coincidence"</strong> Ethan said as he continued walking to the trash disposal and recycling bins and putting things in place <strong>"Apt opinions and I like that logic. It's true that only a few people are independent of others in truth and then it is only to some degree. And many depend on others to see them through the day and on through life."</strong> Ethan continued to work his charms and machinations upon her and help her through this time of turmoil <strong>"So Amanda? what do you enjoy doing in life's day to day buisness?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 16:05:31</strong>
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				<strong>"I love clothes. I just love them. I think wearing them makes me feel like a different person. One for each mood I can be in... sometimes when I want to be in a happy mood I wear happy color clothes and it does happen. If you wear happy yellow people smile at you, you smile back... you become happy."</strong><br><br>It was a sour point, it was a hope others did so also, alas some thought love of her being so this way. shallow she has been called more than once. It didnt feel shallow, it felt wonderful, like a dream that was real and a dream at the same time.<br><br><strong>"Thanks by the way - even if she does hate the guitar you get, i would love if you did it anyway, hopefully if it really is oustanding, its quality would speak for something... hopefully. She seems she is going to dislike me anyway, but if I can at least do something token for her ... well perhaps I could forgive myself more easily for it."<br></strong><br>Amanda didn't seem convinced by her own words and she rested her head on both hands. Then her ears picked up ... <br><br><strong>"Contest ? To be on an island ? Oh my god ! can we reroll ? Have we already just by being dormies ? "<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 12:47:00</strong>
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				Ethan would smile a touch as her sincerity for Tracy was perhaps very touching but unrequited. Tracy was the type of person to hold a grudge for a long time despite everything also independent to boot. It made for a very fatal combination. One that could effectively come back to haunt her especially. He enjoyed how naive Amanda was in her line of thinking and she could be molded very easily perhaps into something very desirable and compliant. In the meantime the conversation continued <strong>"You sound like someone who hopes to become an actress. Is that perhaps your choice of profession?"</strong> Ethan would look on as she was so eager for a vacation or anything to make things better and her mind cleared of all issues and problems. <strong>"Yes of course. Would you like to enter you and Tracy into it or just you? And Amanda why not give her some time to cool off and let me talk to the dean about that whole situation. I'll make things better, trust me."</strong> Ethan finished on the whole situation with putting the garbage away and soon returned to her side with a smile as he then says. <strong>"Anyways you seem like a very fun loving angelic girl so what do you do for fun?"</strong> He asked wanting to try ad cheer her up so that she would divulge more and trust him to a familiar route he hoped to enjoy on the isles....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 19:06:59</strong>
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				~ Tracy sitting alone in the room ~<br>When Amanda didn't come back for a while, Tracy assumed that she must have been busy with her new friend. As the anger in her faded away, the thought of all that had happened between them in this past hour replayed itself in Tracy's mind again and again. And a frown came across her face as a realization set in that she had been too hard on Amanda.<br>Amanda had just wanted to be friends with her. What she did was wrong but she had tried to apologize and make amends. But Tracy had behaved like a total bitch with her. And she was ruing that anger in which she had behaved bitterly. She walked to the window and looked down at the garden of the dormitory beneath it. She should apologize to Amanda once she comes back. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:06:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br><strong>"I know I am not that bright. But do we ALL have to be smart ? Some people are good at numbers and stuff but do we all have to to be perfect ? Can't we be perfect without being good at everything ?"<br></strong><br>Amanda said distantly.<br><strong><br>"I do hope to be an actress. Character roles are so cool. I want people to see me and love doing so, perhaps release something in them they didnt know they had their eyes glued wondering what it would be like to be my character to be me you know ? These things to me are angellic. Its what angels do. "<br></strong><br>She continued while both piled rubbish into the outside bins<br><br><strong>"Enter us both I don't want to give up on my friendship with her yet. She has had a hard life and perhaps a holiday will make her see the lighter side of the world. If you talk to the dean make sure she doesn't know of it"</strong><br><br>She then pecked Ethan on the cheek<br><br><strong>"If you could do that for us it would be so sweet. Perhaps if she believed the guitar was replaced due to insurance the dorms have she wouldn't hate it thinking its from me"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 03:10:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br><div align="center">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwex9AQ8IuA/Sb6-7ViLzeI/AAAAAAAADpU/KoJLnibWoBQ/s400/green-fruit-salad-400-3.jpg)<br></div><br>When Amanda returned to the dorm she had two bowls of fruit salad she purchased from the nearby foodstores.<br><br>Hours had passed but the room was finally clean.<br><br><strong>"Really sorry Tracy, please eat I know you have not for a while, its avacardo apple and kiwi " </strong><br><br>Amanda said defeated, not really expecting a reply.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 12:22:58</strong>
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				Tracy was sitting in the lower bunker leaning against the wall with her legs extended in front of her and still troubled much with her earlier behavior with Amanda when she noticed her walk in. <br>She stayed silent for a moment and then took one bowl of fruit salad from Amanda's hands. " Thank you Amanda.." <br>She nibbled on her lower lip for a moment, not sure on how to exactly say this. Tracy had rarely apologized to people before. She never really felt the need to and so she was having a bit of difficulty in doing this but she wanted to apologize to her, half because she had been wrong and half to put her own mind at peace.<br><strong>" Umm..Amanda...i shouldn't have ..talked like that..to you...i behaved like a total bitch...you were just trying to be my friend...I am sorry..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 14:48:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">Amanda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91133.msg3981857#msg3981857)<br></div><br>Amanda looked to her roomy and smiled but it didn't meet her eyes<br><br><strong>"Tracy, today in one day I made so many mistakes. Each attempt to be a friend backfired, and perhaps what people say about try-hards is true. Try too hard and it just fails, one is a looser. Try-hards are loosers. At first I thought it was an insult but they weren't they were warnings and I thought I was different, that such rules didn't apply to me because I am special"</strong><br><br>Amanda ignored the spoon and plucked a piece of kiwi fruit from her bowl and swallowed it quickly<br><strong><br>"You came in doing everything right, scholarship on sheer talent, golden girl to all the musoe-s and I suppose they would know. The teachers here were even talking of you they heard cd's of your work. Others told me I ruined you gig at that pub when I was trying to sing along, apparently there was a talent scout there and they were interested and some noticed them leaving when I tried to sing. I think I may have blown not only a shot for you - one that many dream of ... but issues with the dean, and complications with your music-friends you had to boot out because I didn't think... and well ... where does it end. It was me that made a mess of things."<br></strong><br>A tear appeared in her eye<br><strong><br>"All I want I guess is to be part of such talent and look what may attempts did." </strong>She tilted her head to the shattered guitar case<br><strong><br>"Your going to get a new one anyway even if you hate the idea of it - the best money can buy, and if you don't like it, we get you one you do - the best money can buy and you keep both. I know a instrument, one a player is familiar with is like a friend that cant be replaced, has a soul and a replacement is never good enough - you grew up together, your soul blends with it. Such things are more quality to artists than what money can buy... but"</strong><br><br>Her eyes brightened<br><strong><br>"What you DONT understand my proud talented acquaintance .. is that you have SO much soul it drips from you and can't help but infuse and improve things around you. And its selfish of you to only do so for specific thigns. You so talented you are a gift for the world and its wrong of you not selfishly not share that soul of yours with more instruments waiting craving for you to make them whole.<br><br>You improved me and my friends claimed such things were impossible, you succeeded where everyone else failed. Now I MAY have ruined your chance with that one talent scout in that tavern, and that's the straw for your patience with me then I will respect that and leave and give you the space you deserve and not interfere. But although Im not as smart or as savvy or as wise as you would hope a friend to be - but my angels have not deserted me yet ! <br><br>I asked Ethan to put in a good word for us with the dean .. I know you said you didn't want that and that you may feel that Im not respecting ANY of your desires or wishes but DAMN - resolving this for freshers who don't know better .. which is me not you is WHAT head boys are FOR thats WHY we have a student representative ! " <br></strong><br>Although she was talking loudly she was smiling looking to the ceiling as if seeing her angels.<br><strong><br>"And although you asked not to get involved with getting a replacement guitar ... tough.. your going to get the best.. and if you don't like it your going to buy the best yourself and I pay for it if I have to drag you to the stores kicking and screaming. AND ... "<br></strong><br>At this point she seemed to twirl reaching towards the light as if touching the protective and positive spirits she believed so vehemently in<br><br><strong>"Im I have tens of millions in a trust fund that I can access next year no matter WHAT happens .. which you get at least two ANYWAY ... <br>and I don't care if you refuse it Its going to be transfered into your account anyway .. what you do with it from there on ... is your choice .. but it WILL appear in your account, so its YOURS to make the decision on. You see Trace, good things come one's way when you DONT need them to .. and with two million dollars you will not NEED talent scouts appearing, you will not NEED the Dean to not kick us out&nbsp; - which MEANS the Dean will not - AND that talent scouts will seek you again !"</strong><br><br>Then she started spinning <br><br><strong>"AND Ethen has enrolled us in a competition where the winners go on a holidays WHILE being credited for artistic units ! WHICH we are going to win <span class="bbc_u">because </span>more than anyone else we DONT NEED TO !"</strong><br><br>Triumphantly she then sat on Tracy's bed - too close for Tracy's normal expectation of others - especially girls like Amanda but Amanda didn't seem to care<br><br><strong>"Your the only person I know that tells me the truth, everyone else trys and shelters me because they think they can get money from me being nice you dont, you dont care about such things. Your focus, your passion doesn't want or NEED money, your soul is enough for you which is why your getting it. Soooooo miss'es grumpy bum..." </strong><br><br>Amanda playfully touched Tracy's nose with her forefinger<br><br><strong>"I may be a spoilt silly, frustratingly intrusive, spaced out insane fruitcake - like several have told me in times they felt there was nothing they would jeapodise by being ... truthful I suppose.&nbsp; BUT I have <span class="bbc_u">Angels</span> ! And as bad as my own actions are ... my guardian angels actions more than make up for it and they will help YOU because I like you and asked them to. You may think bad of me... but you will not think bad of them. You will see. They love you... because I do."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The way of things ( A tradition gone awry - IC )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpgirl85</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 15:54:43</strong>
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				<em>oh girl here we go again.</em> thought Tracy as Amanda's babble began again and went on and on without any hints of pausing. She saw the girl lost in her own fantasy world of angles and who knows what while she talked out of her ass about things that made little sense. Tracy stayed quiet wondering whether it was Amanda's own insecurities that made her talk so much. For Tracy a few moments of silence and trust between two people was something that led to friendships that lasted a long time. <br>But was it even possible with Amanda. Tracy wanted to be her friend now but some of the things she said like the two million dollar offer was something Tracy didn't like but decided to keep her calm and kept listening to her. A weird thought occurred to Tracy in which Amanda and Tracy were growing old together while Tracy sat there in a rocking chair and Amanda stood and babbled own and own in her now old raspy voice and it brought a smile on her lips. <br>(http://reelrepublic.com/BlogImages/old_ladies_driving_2.jpg)<br>She was at least happy that Amanda had also apologized for her behavior at her gig and had convinced that boy Ethan to talk to the dean on their behalf. <br>She looked at Amanda and nodded at her words, in a way waiting for her to stop and when she did stop to catch a breath, Tracy put her right hand on her left shoulder and spoke.<br><strong>"its alright Amanda we all make mistakes, i did too by talking harshly to you. lets forget about the past and start afresh. and i think you should know a few things about me. Your money matters little to me so you will never from now on bring the topic of giving me any money and all that, i have had a hard life but i will never accept any money from you. And if it makes you feel any better you can pay for the cost of getting my guitar repaired, that is all, i won't accept a new one. " <br></strong>Tracy then sighed and took her hand off Amanda's shoulder and extended it towards her. <strong>"so if you can respect that...i would love to be your friend.." </strong>Tracy then looked at Amanda with a thin smile on her lips and waited for her to shake her hand. 
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