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Post by Alana Holbrook on Jan 30, 2009 23:16:05 GMT -5
It was a damn good thing classes weren't in session yet. That was sort of a thing to be grateful for, it gave Alana and the rest of the New Yorkers time to adjust to the campus. It was their third day here and already Alana wanted to strangle her roommate. Of course, and of the New Yorkers would be pissed if they were roomed with Madison Sterning. Alana absolutely could not stand the Queen Bee. It was probably because she was still loyal to Abbi, the Queen Bee from the East. Alana and Madison fought about everything from music to wallspace to sleeping patterns. It was ridiculous, and Alana wished more than anything that she could be roomed with Jillian if anything. Either way, Alana needed to leave the room early. And 'early' translated into 'coffee'.
So she had hit Starbucks first, ordering a Mocha Frappuchino. She moved to a table in the corner and pulled a book from her purse, reading it while she sipped her drink. Mocha Frappuchinos were like her lifeblood, she could easily live off of them. She stayed in that spot for hours, sipping her drink and reading her book. It was a book about vampires the clerk in her favorite New York bookstore reccomended, so she had bought the series since it was cheap. She was halfway through the first one already. A couple of the New Yorkers came by to say hello to her, as was custom since without Abbi and the Royals she was head of the New Yorkers.
It was nearing ten when Alana finally finished her frapp and closed the book. She had the other five or so waiting in her dorm room instead of with her so she wouldn't sit in Starbucks and read all day; she wanted to explore the town a little. Besides, if she wanted to have any spending money at all, she'd have to find a job. The money she had saved from her job in New York was dwindling fast, which Alana wasn't pleased with. She slid her book into her purse and tossed it onto her body, then stood and picked up the empty cup. She tossed it easily in the trash and headed out the door. Alana paused and looked down each of the streets, debating where she wanted to go. She sighed and started walking to her right.
It didn't take Alana long to come across a store that caught her attention. It was called Scrappers, and the displays in the window showed a lot of vintage clothes. Legitimately vintage, not storebought vintage. Alana smirked lightly and pulled open the door, stepping inside. She gave the boy at the register a smile as she headed to the first aisle, looking at all of the clothes. She pulled out a purple tiger stripe blouse, wondering if there was anything she could do with it. Alana was in love with animal prints, despite the fact that she'd never wear actual fur and was a vegetarian. She got so engrossed when she shopped that she wouldn't notice anyone walk up to her, which was why she usually dragged her best friend Jilly. But Jilly was the leader of the New York punk clique, so she was spending time with them today. Alana was meeting her clique, the New York scene kids, later that night.
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Post by Daniel Richards on Feb 1, 2009 18:09:25 GMT -5
Daniel was at Scrappers. A place someone could probably tell him was going to be his home from now on, and he wouldn't do to much complaining. At least, not until he figured out that his family wouldn't come and live with him. He worked shopped here, this was somewhere he loved to come. It really helped out when the funding for the drama club was drawn short. Vintage clothing was easily used for costumes. It could be used as it was or torn apart and remade, depending on the occasion. His own clothes right now were from here to, but he'd put the outfit together in such a way that nobody really suspected so. Unless they knew him, that was. Almost all his clothes were from here, really. It wasn't like there wasn't anything 'cute' or 'stylish' here. Most of the people that didn't like Scrappers were just stuck-up people who thought they were too good for vintage clothing.
He was going through a rack of neon colored shirts, wondering if there was anything they could be used for. Daniel wasn’t sure exactly what play was going to be performed this year, or what side-events would happen to come up. He found a shirt with a peace sign on it, and debated whether or not to buy it. Looking up when a ring came from someone opening the door, he noticed someone, a girl, with pink hair. He didn't remember seeing her around school, but she looked about his age and had the persona and look of someone who had gone to Hazelton. She was to confident to have been around here and gone to a public school. Daniel knew of no other private/boarding schools around here. Which meant that the girl was from New York. Daniel scowled.
She moved to the section with animal prints, and Daniel's brown eyes followed her as she did so. She was...different. Attractive. Definitely pretty. He continued eying her without much thought before his feet carried him over to her without giving him a chance to protest. He looked at the purple zebra shirt she had pulled out and couldn't help commenting, "You know, as flattering as that shirt would be on you, I'd bet one of these," he gave a tug on three other zebra printed shirts, one a black and blue cami, the second a grey shirt with two zebras with a rainbow section on it, and the last one a black shirt with a kind of collage on it, "would knock some of the boys out. I'd be the first to be blown over." He told her this with a smile(hoping she wouldn't overreact, like some of the California girls would, slapping him and then storming out of the store), turning around to meet her eyes.
"I'm Daniel, by the way," he said, sticking his hand out sort of awkwardly in front of him. Daniel wondered for a moment what his friends would think of him actually being polite to a New Yorker, and then shook the thought off. All girls were to be treated politely anyways, Daniel thought, especially the cute ones. And he couldn't help it if he thought a New York girl was cute, now, could he?
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Post by Alana Holbrook on Feb 1, 2009 18:44:52 GMT -5
Alana fingered the material, liking the feeling of the soft cloth. It was a very vivid color, and Alana was positive she could cut it up somehow into something that would drape off her curvy form. She was so into the rack in front of her, her mouth absently playing with her liprings. She had a hoop in on either side, as per usual. But the clothing had her attention to the point that she didn't notice the boy walk up to her.
"You know, as flattering as that shirt would be on you, I'd bet one of these, would knock some of the boys out. I'd be the first to be blown over."
Alana looked at the prints, and she couldn't help but agree. Especially the blue zebra cami, it was beautiful. It was then that she thought about what he just saidabout being blown over, and she looked back at him with her hazel eyes playful. This boy had to be from California. She wondered if he went to Hazelton, but he seemed too nice to go to Hazelton. All of the Hazelton West kids seemed to hate the presence of the New Yorkers, but it wasn't as though they wanted to be here. She pointed it to her roommate almost daily. Impudent bitch.
"I'm Daniel, by the way,"
Alana smiled, her fingers moving to touch the cami. It had a nice texture too. She looked up at Daniel, tilting her head flirtatiously. Alana hadn't been flirted with in a good while. Back in New York, Davis had put word out that she was his. Now that they had broken up and she was in California every boy she met - except Asher - hated that she was here. But Asher, even if they did flirt, it wasn't so much fun as it was just jokes. She would never go for Asher, she'd known him too long. And most of the Hazelton East kids were too respectful of her to flirt.
Alana took his hand into hers, shaking it in a gentle, yet firm way. "I'm Alana." Her voice was warm, same as her smile. "And I do love those shirts. Maybe I should try some on, and you can tell me what you think?" Alana was pretty pleased that she was meeting nice Californians, she was beginning to think that they were all rude. Then again, everyone outside of Hazelton had no reason to hate them. She smiled at Daniel, her head still tilted flirtatiously.
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Post by Daniel Richards on Feb 1, 2009 20:46:44 GMT -5
"Well, it's nice to met you, Alana!" he said happily, glancing back again as someone else entered the store. It really was a habit and he almost greeted them as he glance up. Stupid habits, he thought as he turned back to the pretty girl in front of him with a wide smile. "Alana's a pretty name! Alana, Alana, Alana," he repeated, trying to drill her name into his head, along with what she looked like.
"And I do love those shirts. Maybe I should try some on, and you can tell me what you think?"
Daniel grinned, "Of course, beautiful. Dressing room is this way!" he called from over his shoulder. He was already walking toward the dressing rooms; it was obvious he knew his way around the store as he cut through the middle of the aisles and straight toward the rooms, his shaggy brown hair shaking back and forth. He blew a piece away as it floated in his eyes before stopping before the doors of the dressing rooms. There was two in front of him, both with mirrors inside. There were also a mirror placed between them and one off to the side.
"And here we are," he said, his smile still firmly on his face. Oh, wait...we? Daniel hadn't checked to see if the girl had followed him. He was to used to assisting customer's here and had just assumed she would follow, because customers who asked for assistance usually followed the one that was assisting them. He thought back over what he had just thought, and wondered if it had made any sense at all. He shook his head and laughed a little before looking for the girl with pink hair, "Alana?"
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Post by Alana Holbrook on Feb 1, 2009 21:41:25 GMT -5
"Well, it's nice to met you, Alana!"
Alana smiled and inclined her head as if to return the compliment. She watched as Daniel looked at the person who had just walked in with the classic 'storekeeper smile', guessing that he either worked here, or shopped here a lot. Or both, that had been how she had gotten her job back in New York. She had worked at a music store, and Martin had allowed her to play any guitar in the store between customers. One of her jobs had also been to tune them, so she had spent most of her time with a guitar in her hands. It had been a pretty sweet job.
"Alana's a pretty name! Alana, Alana, Alana,"
Alana looked back at Daniel and smiled again. She didn't think that she'd ever heard her name spoken so many times in one breath. This boy was entertaining to say the least. He seemed a little younger than Alana, and she wished that there were more people like him at Hazelton. The rude welcome she and the New Yorkers were receiving was pitious. If it had been the other was around and the West campus had burned down, Abbi would have been a lot more welcoming than Madison. The New Yorkers understood that accidents sometimes happened and learned to live with them, make them work. Unlike these stubborn Californians.
"Of course, beautiful. Dressing room is this way!"
As he turned away Alana immediately went to follow, but an off the shoulder teal shirt caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks, hands immediately going to the shirt. She pulled it off the rack, feeling the material. It was much too course for her liking, and she made a disapproving face and put it back. As she turned to keep heading after Daniel, she spotted some black leggings on the opposite rack. She smirked and plucked those off the hanger, deciding to try those on too.
"And here we are,"
Alana heard Daniel speak from the dressing rooms. Oops... she thought to herself. She did that all the time, but it was so much worse in music stores. She'd wander off and it was nearly impossible to find her, let alone get her to leave. Alana started back toward Daniel. It wasn't her fault she was easily distracted she was thinking. Then she spotted some stilleto boots that looked like they were from the 80's, and she grinned and plucked them off the shelf. They were black, with spiky heels. She loved them.
"Alana?"
"Coming!" she called back, and headed to Daniel. She smiled flirtatiously as she grabbed the shirts from him, not pausing her step and walking straight into the dressing room. "Be right back!" she singsonged as she shut the door. She dumped everything onto the bench, then started peeling her own outfit off making sure she was careful not to pull at her hip piercings. They were still kind of new and a little sensitive. She stood there in her bra and panties, running a hand through her blonde and pink hair. She grabbed the leggings first and pulled them on, the tight spandex contouring to her curves and hugging them like a second skin. She then pulled the cami on, the vivid blue gorgeous with her hair. Lastly came the spiky boots, and she paused to look in the mirror. She smiled, liking what she saw.
Alana turned and opened the door, stepping out and doing a twirl for Daniel's sake. She stopped with one hip cocked, hands on either side of her hips. "What do you think?" She flipped her hair from her eyes, the lace of the cami barely showing the small silver barbells on her hips and her tattoo. It stretched from each of the piercings, words that said 'no day but today'.
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Post by Daniel Richards on Feb 3, 2009 21:24:38 GMT -5
Daniel worried for a moment, but then he heard a 'coming' from one of the aisles. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he knew that she'd been distracted. She was a girl after all. A pretty one, but still a girl. Sometimes clothes were nearly their whole life...that scared Daniel a little. He wondered what people could do with clothes as their life...unless it was, like, making them... Then, maybe he could see a living off of them. Maybe. He thought about that until Alana practically ran right past him, grabbing the shirts he held absent-mindfully in his hands. "Okay," he laughed as she told him that she'd 'be right back.' He didn't really expect her to be, girl's took longer to change...usually. Daniel himself was guilty of being late for taking to long with clothes in the morning.
Daniel watched as Alana came out, almost keeling over as he did so. Wow...she really was pretty. More then pretty. Gorgeous. He had so many questions spinning around in his head about her. Like where she went to school. He thought he had figured it out, but...there was always a chance he was wrong. He bit his tongue to keep all of the questions in his mouth except for the one that was repeating. "Um, I haven't seen you around before. Do you go to Hazelton or..?" he trailed off, figuring that she didn't need other options supplied to answer the question. Or, at least, hoping she wasn't as stupid as some Californians were. Don't get him wrong, some were actually really smart...geniuses, really. But others could talk to a poll and be entertained for hours, before realizing that the poll wasn't going to talk back to them.
"What do you think?"
Alana did a twirl for him, and Daniel felt a wide smile on his face. "Phew, someone get out the fire extinguisher! It just got hot in here!" he laughed. And then he said a little more seriously, "It's a great fit," Daniel told her, "and you look totally gorgeous, you know that, ri...?" he trailed off, looking at her boots. He remembered talking at a kind of Gothic girl, one that hadn't been gorgeous, like Alana, but certainly not ugly. Something he had said had sent the girl off... She had winded up taking one of her boots off and throwing it at Daniel. It had hit him square in the face. There had almost been an emergency room visit to see if he needed stitches. Yeah, the girl had been Queen of Rude Manners, that was one thing Daniel had come to recognize in their brief little run-in. When he finally came back to the present, he stepped a foot back from Alana. "Ju-just don't throw those at me, 'kay?" he asked, pointing to the black boots. They looked awfully like the other boots in his mind. He looked back up at Alana's face, smiling what most would consider a little bit of a shy smile.
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Post by Alana Holbrook on Feb 3, 2009 22:07:27 GMT -5
Alana smiled as she looked the outfit over. She really liked it, and she was already planning accessories for it. This would be another great outfit for performing onstage... but at that thought Alana inwardly sighed. She had forgotten for a moment that she was in California, and that her life in New York was pretty much gone. She wouldn't be on stage with Harper and Angie in these clothes, and Davis wasn't with her while she was shopping. But Alana mentally shook herself. She couldn't bring herself down just because she didn't have those three anymore. She was just glad that Harper and Angie had chickened out of their best friend tattoos. At the time Alana had been amused, but now she realized that it had been an omen.
Phew, someone get out the fire extinguisher! It just got hot in here! It's a great fit, and you look totally gorgeous, you know that, ri...?"
As he started talking, he dragged Alana's attention from her failure New York friends and made her smile. She ran a hand through her pink and blonde hair, twirling once more. However, as he trailed off, she paused and looked at him curiously. He was looking at her shoes as though they'd jump off her feet and bite them. Well, boots were definately an interesting fear. Alana tilted her head as she watched him, wondering if he'd turn tail and run. He looked like he wanted to. She couldn't help the light smile when he looked back up at her face and took a step back.
"Ju-just don't throw those at me, 'kay?"
Alana gave a light laugh, then walked closer to him. His little shy smile was adorable. She took his face in her slender, porcelain hand, holding it close to hers. Alana couldn't help it when she started flirting sometimes, it used to get Davis mad. "Aw, now why would I ever hurt a cute boy like you?" She smiled brightly, then took a step back and looked into a mirror. "And to answer your question, I do go to Hazelton." She didn't bother saying that she was a New york transfer, she was having a fun time and she didn't want to spoil it.
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Post by Daniel Richards on Feb 16, 2009 0:33:42 GMT -5
Daniel's expression remained the same for the most part as Alana laughed and walked closer to him. He was used to girl's within a close proximity of himself. If he wasn't, Daniel would be screwed. There were a lot of freshman and sophomore girls who would talk to him simply because he wasn't as rude as some boys were when it came to the ladies. And some who would just talk to him because, judging by their words, plainly didn't like him. Still, there were some who talked to him because they couldn't find anything else to do, and Daniel was cool with that. But, even if he was used to girls being near him, sometimes even flirting with him, he wasn't used to at all, girl's touching him.
Quite frankly, Alana's hand on his face took a few seconds to register, and another couple seconds for Daniel to react to. There was a clothing rack just a foot or so behind Daniel since he had stepped back, and once Alana removed her hand, Daniel tumbled backwards. What resulted was a huge mess in clothes, and a loud sound. Daniel jumped at it, and then started muttering under his breath. The employee at the counter looked over there way, sending a rather nasty look toward Daniel. After Daniel took a breath and realized what had happened, he waved his hand and called, laughing a little bit, "I've got this!"
"And to answer your question, I do go to Hazelton."
"Do you? So do I..I haven't seen you around before.." he said slowly, still picking up the mess he had made. The rack and then the clothes, over and over again. He left his statement open ended, so she could either ignore it or say something in response. He stopped with a piece of clothing in his hand, it was a dull tan with the most color blinding green and pink spirals you could put on the background. He blinked at it before shoving it between the browns and tans, turning back to Alana, waiting for a response.
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Post by Alana Holbrook on Feb 16, 2009 1:13:17 GMT -5
Alana smiled lightly as she looked in the mirror, hands running lightly down her body as she looked her body over. She loved the way the cami and leggings clung to her curves, and the boots adding a final badass kick to it. Alana adored this outfit, she was definately buying it. However, a loud crash jerked her from what she was thinking about. She whipped around, looking at Daniel with wide eyes. The clothing rack that had been behind him was all over the floor. Alana smiled lightly, very amused, her hand covering her mouth.
"I've got this!" Do you? So do I..I haven't seen you around before.."
Alana smirked lightly and leaned down to help Daniel pick up some of the clothes. She held off saying anything about the school until the clothes were put back. Once she had nothing to consentrate on, she knew sh'd have to answer his question. She stood, placing her hands on her hips and flipping her hair from her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I'm a New Yorker. The leader of the scene clique, actually." She gave him a small, slightly nervous smile. Alana liked Daniel, she was really hoping that he didn't end up hating her just because she was from the East.
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Post by Daniel Richards on Feb 16, 2009 1:36:21 GMT -5
Daniel said a small thank you as Alana started to help pick up the mess, but kept his hair down, covering some of the embarrassment. Daniel picked up a teal-ish shirt, and wondered whether to put it with the blues or greens. Daniel usually worked the register-he wasn't really that great at matching which colors went were. He took a guess and put it between the greens and blues, shrugging as he picked up another shirt with a pair of leggings under it. It was a similar pattern until the last of the clothes were picked up a good five minutes later.
It wasn't until there wasn't anything else to pick up that their was an answer. So he had been right. She was from New York. He simply nodded and said, "I thought so," at this, since he had expected as much. It wasn't a surprise to him. He smiled as he put his hand on part of the rack, still looking at Alana. She looked like she had something else to say, besides that she was from the East.
"The scene leader? Really? Huh, " Daniel said, still a little in thought. He shook his head, "That I hadn't expected. Betcha you're good at it," he half-way flirted, half-way teased. Daniel laughed and put the hand that had been on the clothing rack out in front of him, "Well Alana, I'm Daniel. Part of the drama freaks here in California!" he announced proudly, waiting for Alana to take his outstretched hand.
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Post by Alana Holbrook on Feb 16, 2009 2:00:49 GMT -5
"I thought so,"
Alana let out her breath as he seemed to accept her. So many of the Californians had snubbed her because of the simple fact that she was from the New York campus. Especially her horrible roommate. Alana was trying her hardest to make it so Jilly was switched to her room and the stupid Queen Bee was switched to Jilly's current room with one of her brainless Royals. Alana and the other kids didn't want to be here, they wanted to be home among the loud noises and city lights. This calm setting was alien to them.
"The scene leader? Really? Huh. That I hadn't expected. Betcha you're good at it."
Alana looked back at Daniel with a smile. "It's not expected? Why, do I not look like I could be the scene leader?" Alana twirled once more, her pink hair falling into her face. She smiled and flipped it back, standing with her hands on her hips once more. He was cute when he flirted. Alana felt no actual romantic attraction, it was just a friendship thing to her. In Alana's mind, all friends flirted. That was just how her life worked. The only time she realized someone actually had a crush on her was when they physically said those words to her. She was pretty dense for such an intellegent girl. Alana tilted her head and smiled again as Daniel held out his hand.
"Well Alana, I'm Daniel. Part of the drama freaks here in California!"
Alana took his hand with a gracious smile, giving it a firm yet gentle shake. "Drama, really? I adore acting." Alana smiled brightly, pleased to know that they had something in common. Apart from Daniel dressing Alana, at least. Alana had been a huge part of the drama program in New York, and she was hoping she could be here for the year as well. If the other drama kids were like Daniel, she didn't think she'd have much of a problem.
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