ArynMae20You've seen so many! What was it you saw in the West End?? I've only ever been to Wicked but it was such an amazing experience since we got to go backstage with a fried of a friend beforehand, safe to say that it was one of the best experiences of my life. Anyways, I could go on forever about musicals! My favorite would have to be Rocky Horror Picture Show... which is kinda awkward when you think about it give the entire plot line is screwed up. Have you ever seen it?
Do it! That would be such a great experience, and then you could start your graphic design career there as well! It would be the best of both worlds. If you did, how log would you want to go for? Like would you make an entire career out of it or just go for a couple of years?
Ugh, that must majorly suck... makes the unemployed life look pretty good! Haha
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"Darwin." Alexis corrected unconsciously, annoyance leaking into her voice as her eyes narrowed towards the detective. "My name is Alexis Darwin." Haughtily, and with a bit of vacuous defiance, she crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't take well to be told what to do. It was sort of a "been there, done that" situation for her and she didn't care much for following orders. Even though Edwin was pretty menacing, standing there with his cuffs in hand, Alexis swallowed her fear and stood her ground. "I understand that you have a job to do, I can wait out here until you're finished," Her eyes flickered towards the young woman still standing in the doorway. "Really? It's cold outside? I didn't know that, see, it's nice and warm in here." Alexis felt a rush of guilt flood her body, giving her cheeks a pinkish tint as she ignored the young woman's comment. The tone in the girl's voice dripped with animosity and Alexis knew that her being here was not a pleasant thing for this family. You gotta do, what you gotta do... "I would just ask you to supply me the same courtesy." Still holding Elise's gaze, Alexis offered a benevolent smile that made her features melt to show her compassion, and of course pity, for the girl.
She knew how hard it was, how these types of situations could affect a person. She had lived a nightmare for years and to this day she still looked over her shoulder on a barren sidewalk or shuddered whenever her phone rang. Looking up at the young woman again and suppressed a capitulated sigh. Alexis could give up now, leave these people in peace and just go about her business and write some dumb ass, boring story that people would overlook in a second. It would be easy to do and if she did just walk away now no one would get hurt. Regrettably, Alexis didn't give up. She fought hard and she fought dirty; she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way of reaching the career that had been taken from her years ago. This story could be her salvation, it could be her ticket to the big leagues. She wasn't going to throw away a perfectly good opportunity just because she didn't want to get a little messy.
"I in no way want to put you or your family in any sort of discomfort," eloquently she inveigled Elise, whilst keeping a close eye on the detective who stood grievously behind her. Alexis made sure to be aware of his every movements, she had no intentions of winding up in handcuffs. "Sadly, someone has to get the facts and I don't want a story composed from some nonsense or falsehoods. Wouldn't you rather the public know you're real sister instead of some bull shit I come up with off the top of my head?" Uncrossing her arms, Alexis held the notepad against her leg, tapping it in much the same manner Detective Rogers had with the handcuffs. "I have a feeling that you'd prefer that not to happen." Her voice was poignant and with inquiring eyebrows raised, Alexis smiled pompously.
"Now, what do you say, Miss Williams?"
She knew how hard it was, how these types of situations could affect a person. She had lived a nightmare for years and to this day she still looked over her shoulder on a barren sidewalk or shuddered whenever her phone rang. Looking up at the young woman again and suppressed a capitulated sigh. Alexis could give up now, leave these people in peace and just go about her business and write some dumb ass, boring story that people would overlook in a second. It would be easy to do and if she did just walk away now no one would get hurt. Regrettably, Alexis didn't give up. She fought hard and she fought dirty; she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way of reaching the career that had been taken from her years ago. This story could be her salvation, it could be her ticket to the big leagues. She wasn't going to throw away a perfectly good opportunity just because she didn't want to get a little messy.
"I in no way want to put you or your family in any sort of discomfort," eloquently she inveigled Elise, whilst keeping a close eye on the detective who stood grievously behind her. Alexis made sure to be aware of his every movements, she had no intentions of winding up in handcuffs. "Sadly, someone has to get the facts and I don't want a story composed from some nonsense or falsehoods. Wouldn't you rather the public know you're real sister instead of some bull shit I come up with off the top of my head?" Uncrossing her arms, Alexis held the notepad against her leg, tapping it in much the same manner Detective Rogers had with the handcuffs. "I have a feeling that you'd prefer that not to happen." Her voice was poignant and with inquiring eyebrows raised, Alexis smiled pompously.
"Now, what do you say, Miss Williams?"
Werk it, haha!
It's so amazing there! Trust me, you'll love it. And if you go see a broadway show, definitely go to Wicked! It's really good and I may or may not have cried... Washington must be cool! I just wish I could go everywhere in the entire world unfortunately I don't have any money so I'm basically screwed :p
Oh, I see! I would say hell no to that Japanese language course... I majorly suck at learning new languages! But that really must have been a great opportunity! I don't know much about Japanese art and stuff like that but I'll take your word on it being awesome :) Would you ever consider maybe moving to Japan and working out there? You would get to eat the food all the time... just saying X) Yeah, don't send me the website if it has any of your information on it, I don't really care to know any of it anyways and plus I don't share personal information online either. But I do really want to see those photos, so yeah try and make a thread or something!
Yeah, most of them are :p I have a couple of school friends who don't dance but most people in my life are connected to it somehow! I met my best friend two years ago at a competition and now we're inseparable, haha!
I always get emotional when I hear Summertime Sadness, it's about her best friend committing suicide and that just gets me. My favourite Lana song of all time would have to be "Carmen" or "Off to the Races"!
It's so amazing there! Trust me, you'll love it. And if you go see a broadway show, definitely go to Wicked! It's really good and I may or may not have cried... Washington must be cool! I just wish I could go everywhere in the entire world unfortunately I don't have any money so I'm basically screwed :p
Oh, I see! I would say hell no to that Japanese language course... I majorly suck at learning new languages! But that really must have been a great opportunity! I don't know much about Japanese art and stuff like that but I'll take your word on it being awesome :) Would you ever consider maybe moving to Japan and working out there? You would get to eat the food all the time... just saying X) Yeah, don't send me the website if it has any of your information on it, I don't really care to know any of it anyways and plus I don't share personal information online either. But I do really want to see those photos, so yeah try and make a thread or something!
Yeah, most of them are :p I have a couple of school friends who don't dance but most people in my life are connected to it somehow! I met my best friend two years ago at a competition and now we're inseparable, haha!
I always get emotional when I hear Summertime Sadness, it's about her best friend committing suicide and that just gets me. My favourite Lana song of all time would have to be "Carmen" or "Off to the Races"!
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Wow, man your making me want to travel so badly!! The most exotic place I've been is New York a couple weeks ago, haha.
So you did all of this when you were in high school? Wow, that must of have been great! I feel like meeting the locals would be the best part, and just comparing cultures it would certainly be a great way of learning up close and personal! I'm just a little bit awestruck and how amazing it must have been, and I agree travelling with a group is so fun, especially when you get lost! How did you come across the opportunity? Oh and tell me more about what the food was like? Also, I seriously want to see those pictures, and don't worry I suck at making websites so I'm in no place to judge at all :p The extent of my website-making-skills is my blog on tumblr, hehe.
No, I'm not the best in my class, I'm not the worst either but most of us are on the same level. In my school they do classes by age/dance level/"grades" completed (We take dance exams that determine your placement in a class). Most people just stick to regular competitive classes but some of us that work hard and show a bit more talent/technique are in an elite squad with a much higher caliber of dance. I've been with that group since it started almost five years ago and it is the best experience of my life. So no I'm not the best in my class but in the studio I may be considered one of the better dancers.
Getting into the showcase just means that we get to perform the routine again and are illegible to win the "overall" award, which basically means that you win the entire competition. The routine that won this year was from another school and it was so good! This year I have four competitions and this weekend coming up is the only free one I have until the season is over! My grades are going to suffer so badly and I'm dreading it...
I have a strong dislike or country and rap, too! I'm more of an indie-rock type of person. Bright eyes, Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey... those types of bands. I've never heard of The Shins before but I think I'll check them out!
So you did all of this when you were in high school? Wow, that must of have been great! I feel like meeting the locals would be the best part, and just comparing cultures it would certainly be a great way of learning up close and personal! I'm just a little bit awestruck and how amazing it must have been, and I agree travelling with a group is so fun, especially when you get lost! How did you come across the opportunity? Oh and tell me more about what the food was like? Also, I seriously want to see those pictures, and don't worry I suck at making websites so I'm in no place to judge at all :p The extent of my website-making-skills is my blog on tumblr, hehe.
No, I'm not the best in my class, I'm not the worst either but most of us are on the same level. In my school they do classes by age/dance level/"grades" completed (We take dance exams that determine your placement in a class). Most people just stick to regular competitive classes but some of us that work hard and show a bit more talent/technique are in an elite squad with a much higher caliber of dance. I've been with that group since it started almost five years ago and it is the best experience of my life. So no I'm not the best in my class but in the studio I may be considered one of the better dancers.
Getting into the showcase just means that we get to perform the routine again and are illegible to win the "overall" award, which basically means that you win the entire competition. The routine that won this year was from another school and it was so good! This year I have four competitions and this weekend coming up is the only free one I have until the season is over! My grades are going to suffer so badly and I'm dreading it...
I have a strong dislike or country and rap, too! I'm more of an indie-rock type of person. Bright eyes, Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey... those types of bands. I've never heard of The Shins before but I think I'll check them out!
The music swelled around her, like a warm blanket on a cold winters night. It filled her with a sweet sensation of freedom as her voice rose and fell with the notes that came easily to her. She only felt truly alive when engulfed in this serenity of music; her happiest moments were spent locked in this lonely place with only her and her music. The feeling was refreshing against the tidal wave of grim events that at times seemed to submerge her entire life, leaving her cold, empty and hopeless. The music made it better, made her better, even when she was in the darkest of places and felt as if she were being torn apart by the limbs. When Charlie unsure about where to turn, she could always rely on the sweet melody to be her helping hand. The comfort she needed on a dismal day in the darkest of nights. The music slowly faded to an end, the vibrating cord droned off and shook Charlie's bones pleasantly. It was a feeling she was use to, a welcomed feeling, actually, because with it came a wash of what could only be described as rebirth. It was amazing, the power the music had over her.
Her breath came shallowly for several seconds after the song ended, her eyes instinctively shut as she let herself be moved by the moment. “Bravo. Your voice is lovely” The unexpected sound caused the young musician to startle suddenly. Charlie's eyes flew open and her mouth shaped a surprised O as Mila's voice broke the silence. "T-thanks." She mumbled, momentarily stunned out of her fanciful reverie. Her voice was hesitant for a moment, like someone woken from a deep nap. "Thank you." With her voice cleared by a throaty cough, the expression of gratitude came out stronger and more genuine. Without much thought, she offered Mila kosher smile, slowly moving her guitar so that it sat neatly on her knees. The movement was tender, as if what she was holding were some precious item and not an old, beat up guitar that had seen better days. Quickly Charlie tucked her hair behind her ear and chuckled softly when Mila mentioned her music 'winning hearts'. A slight blush crept into her cheeks as she struggled for some witty comeback and miserably failed.
She settled for a pathetic shoulder shrug as her hand moved consciously to her face in an attempt to hide that goddamn blush. "You look good today." Charlie admitted, nodding towards the woman's outfit. "I think I need you as my personal fashion designer because... well..." She waved a hand at her own outfit; a pair of loose boyfriend jeans that were ripped slightly more then they should be due to use, and a large black shirt that was askew on her body, exposing her prominent collar bone. The outfit wasn't all that horrible, it just had properties that were not as sophisticated as most women dressed. Charlie had always been a little bit on the hipster side. "You see what I mean." She laughed humorously, although a bit tensely. She felt the couch sink a little as Mila's body weight added with hers and looked over instinctively with a witty sparkle in her eyes.
“Brought some stuff with me. I have more in the car but I’ll tackle that in the morning..."
"Okay, cool. I can help a bit if you're up early enough." Charlie listened to the note strum quietly and smiled faintly. "I have to be at the diner tomorrow morning by nine," she explained this idly as her hands unconsciously twisted together where they rested on the guitar. "You should stop by for some lunch, they make the best panini's around. They're really great." Her voice trailed off as she carefully placed her guitar back into it's case and stood up, wiping her clammy palms on her jeans and stepping over the case and towards the kitchen. "It was needed, to be perfectly honest." Charlie's voice raised as she casually walked into the kitchen and grabbed the movie cases from the counter. "The cleaning, I mean. This place was a dump and you just gave me the excuse I needed to actually do something about it." Sauntering back into the living room, she fell back onto the couch and smiled.
Holding out the movies she raised her eyebrows in question. "What first? I have Casablanca, I've never seen this one but it looks interesting." She passed over the two clear, plastic cases and leaned back with her hands crossed over her chest. "I wasn't sure what vampire movie you meant, but I was in the mood for something scary so I picked up one of my favorites." Tapping the case gently she motioned towards the dvd that showed a cement looking background with a very cheesy vampire and the words 'Dracula' written in bloody font on it. "It's the original, which is the best if you ask me." Charlie shrugged nonchalantly and grabbed the television remote, flicking the tv on with a small click noise before the screen bloomed to life. "You can pick and I'll pour the wine and make some popcorn."
Her breath came shallowly for several seconds after the song ended, her eyes instinctively shut as she let herself be moved by the moment. “Bravo. Your voice is lovely” The unexpected sound caused the young musician to startle suddenly. Charlie's eyes flew open and her mouth shaped a surprised O as Mila's voice broke the silence. "T-thanks." She mumbled, momentarily stunned out of her fanciful reverie. Her voice was hesitant for a moment, like someone woken from a deep nap. "Thank you." With her voice cleared by a throaty cough, the expression of gratitude came out stronger and more genuine. Without much thought, she offered Mila kosher smile, slowly moving her guitar so that it sat neatly on her knees. The movement was tender, as if what she was holding were some precious item and not an old, beat up guitar that had seen better days. Quickly Charlie tucked her hair behind her ear and chuckled softly when Mila mentioned her music 'winning hearts'. A slight blush crept into her cheeks as she struggled for some witty comeback and miserably failed.
She settled for a pathetic shoulder shrug as her hand moved consciously to her face in an attempt to hide that goddamn blush. "You look good today." Charlie admitted, nodding towards the woman's outfit. "I think I need you as my personal fashion designer because... well..." She waved a hand at her own outfit; a pair of loose boyfriend jeans that were ripped slightly more then they should be due to use, and a large black shirt that was askew on her body, exposing her prominent collar bone. The outfit wasn't all that horrible, it just had properties that were not as sophisticated as most women dressed. Charlie had always been a little bit on the hipster side. "You see what I mean." She laughed humorously, although a bit tensely. She felt the couch sink a little as Mila's body weight added with hers and looked over instinctively with a witty sparkle in her eyes.
“Brought some stuff with me. I have more in the car but I’ll tackle that in the morning..."
"Okay, cool. I can help a bit if you're up early enough." Charlie listened to the note strum quietly and smiled faintly. "I have to be at the diner tomorrow morning by nine," she explained this idly as her hands unconsciously twisted together where they rested on the guitar. "You should stop by for some lunch, they make the best panini's around. They're really great." Her voice trailed off as she carefully placed her guitar back into it's case and stood up, wiping her clammy palms on her jeans and stepping over the case and towards the kitchen. "It was needed, to be perfectly honest." Charlie's voice raised as she casually walked into the kitchen and grabbed the movie cases from the counter. "The cleaning, I mean. This place was a dump and you just gave me the excuse I needed to actually do something about it." Sauntering back into the living room, she fell back onto the couch and smiled.
Holding out the movies she raised her eyebrows in question. "What first? I have Casablanca, I've never seen this one but it looks interesting." She passed over the two clear, plastic cases and leaned back with her hands crossed over her chest. "I wasn't sure what vampire movie you meant, but I was in the mood for something scary so I picked up one of my favorites." Tapping the case gently she motioned towards the dvd that showed a cement looking background with a very cheesy vampire and the words 'Dracula' written in bloody font on it. "It's the original, which is the best if you ask me." Charlie shrugged nonchalantly and grabbed the television remote, flicking the tv on with a small click noise before the screen bloomed to life. "You can pick and I'll pour the wine and make some popcorn."
As soon as she knocked, and the noise resounded off of the door and into the air, Alexis regretted it. She hated this part of her job; the pushing and shoving. Digging up dirt and recounting things that most people wanted to forget. It made her feel selfish and as she waited silently outside a feeling of angst made its home in her gut just like it always did before an interview. 'This won't be too bad.' She coaxed herself, tapping her foot slightly on the door step. 'Just a few questions, nothing deep, then you'll be out of here.' She calmed herself down and released all her anxiety in one shaky breath, a technique she had learned from a Victims Anonymous group that she'd been apart of for a couple of years. Alexis raised her fist again, ready to give another sharp knock on the door when the handle started rattling.
The door swung open to reveal a tall, rather audacious looking girl who could only be the oldest Williams daughter. "Can I help you? You look kinda lost... And if your not, I don't want to buy anything so don't even bother..." The wind picked up, blowing Alexis' soft, brown hair into her eyes. Whilst nervously pushing the hair behind her ear, she shook her head and attempted a gentle smile. "No, not lost. My name is Alexis Darwin, I work at the The Weekly Chronicles." Instinctively, she placed her foot in the doorway. She'd been working long enough to know that most people considered her "kind" pests and a door in the face was only to be expected from this young woman. "Before you dismiss me I'd just like to ask some questions, I know this must be a hard time for you but I just want to know some things about you sis-" Alexis broke off and peeked around the woman. The older man standing behind her was incredibly familiar, she'd seen his face in the paper before...
"Detective Rogers? You're the man who just solved the case of that reporter right? I did a story on that!" It hadn't been anything big, just a small column that Rudy had given her for practice. Biting her lips, Alexis raised an eyebrow. Two birds, one stone. Perhaps she'd be able to get a statement out of him too. Resisting the urge to interrogate the detective, Alexis turned back to Miss. Williams. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here." Grabbing the satchel that rested on her side, Alexis pulled her notepad out and flipped to the page where she had scribbled several questions. "Anyways, like I was saying I just have a couple questions if you wouldn't mind, it'll only take a couple of minutes." With a pen tucked behind her ear, she looked up at the young woman, Elise, Alexis reminded herself, through thick eyelashes. Her clothes ruffled slightly in the growing wind and she felt a slight shiver move up her spine.
With pursed lips she studied the girl. "If you wouldn't mind," she motioned towards the inside with a universal symbol of 'let me in'. "It's a bit cold out here."
The door swung open to reveal a tall, rather audacious looking girl who could only be the oldest Williams daughter. "Can I help you? You look kinda lost... And if your not, I don't want to buy anything so don't even bother..." The wind picked up, blowing Alexis' soft, brown hair into her eyes. Whilst nervously pushing the hair behind her ear, she shook her head and attempted a gentle smile. "No, not lost. My name is Alexis Darwin, I work at the The Weekly Chronicles." Instinctively, she placed her foot in the doorway. She'd been working long enough to know that most people considered her "kind" pests and a door in the face was only to be expected from this young woman. "Before you dismiss me I'd just like to ask some questions, I know this must be a hard time for you but I just want to know some things about you sis-" Alexis broke off and peeked around the woman. The older man standing behind her was incredibly familiar, she'd seen his face in the paper before...
"Detective Rogers? You're the man who just solved the case of that reporter right? I did a story on that!" It hadn't been anything big, just a small column that Rudy had given her for practice. Biting her lips, Alexis raised an eyebrow. Two birds, one stone. Perhaps she'd be able to get a statement out of him too. Resisting the urge to interrogate the detective, Alexis turned back to Miss. Williams. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here." Grabbing the satchel that rested on her side, Alexis pulled her notepad out and flipped to the page where she had scribbled several questions. "Anyways, like I was saying I just have a couple questions if you wouldn't mind, it'll only take a couple of minutes." With a pen tucked behind her ear, she looked up at the young woman, Elise, Alexis reminded herself, through thick eyelashes. Her clothes ruffled slightly in the growing wind and she felt a slight shiver move up her spine.
With pursed lips she studied the girl. "If you wouldn't mind," she motioned towards the inside with a universal symbol of 'let me in'. "It's a bit cold out here."
The several tabs on her computer were closed with one absent click. Excitement welled in Alexis' chest as she pushed away from the computer desk and grabbed the notepad that had several scribbled jot-notes on it. She had spent the last hour digging up dirt on the Williams family. Considering that sshe had been in town only a couple of years, Alexis didn't know too much about what seemed to be a family filled of misfortune. Not only had their middle child been murdered, but their youngest had just been released from intensive care. Feeling somewhat commiserated for the family, she packed up her bag and slung the thing around her shoulder. It rested comfortably against her hip, the leather worn in some places due to over use. Just because she felt badly for the tragedies these people faced didn't mean that Alexis was going to stop doing her job.
Giving a lazy wave towards Rudy, who had turned a curious eye towards her, Alexis pushed through the door and out into the afternoon warmth. The sidewalk was empty except for several people who quietly made their way down the streets. They exchanged only muffled words and whispered greetings as they passed each other. The small town, which had once been so vibrant and happy, had become ghostly after the death of Sierra. People sought closure and were coming up empty handed. No one knew anything about what had happened, other then the fact that a sixteen-year-old girl was dead and the police suspected foul play. Fingers were pointed in all directions, mostly towards people whose names appeared on the list found in the dead girls hands, and all hell was sure to break lose sooner rather then later.
Alexis walked down the barren streets with these thoughts rolling over and over again in her mind like clothes in a dryer. She unconsciously made her way through the town, which was easy enough to navigate, enjoying the quiet the settled over her as she entered a more residential part of town. Her mind sharpened as she looked down at the paper which had a scribbled address on it. This was where the young girl, who was the subject of all the town gossip, had once resided with her family of five. Stepping in front of the looming, two story home Alexis drew in a deep breath going over again what she would say when the door swung open and revealed a distraught person who had just lost one of their loved ones. Crumpling the paper in her fist, she convinced herself that this was what she had to do. "No good reporter ever got the story without getting a little dirty." Her quivering voice reminded herself as she traveled slowly up the walkway and stood in front of the door. Her hand connected hesitantly with the wood. "Here goes nothing."
Giving a lazy wave towards Rudy, who had turned a curious eye towards her, Alexis pushed through the door and out into the afternoon warmth. The sidewalk was empty except for several people who quietly made their way down the streets. They exchanged only muffled words and whispered greetings as they passed each other. The small town, which had once been so vibrant and happy, had become ghostly after the death of Sierra. People sought closure and were coming up empty handed. No one knew anything about what had happened, other then the fact that a sixteen-year-old girl was dead and the police suspected foul play. Fingers were pointed in all directions, mostly towards people whose names appeared on the list found in the dead girls hands, and all hell was sure to break lose sooner rather then later.
Alexis walked down the barren streets with these thoughts rolling over and over again in her mind like clothes in a dryer. She unconsciously made her way through the town, which was easy enough to navigate, enjoying the quiet the settled over her as she entered a more residential part of town. Her mind sharpened as she looked down at the paper which had a scribbled address on it. This was where the young girl, who was the subject of all the town gossip, had once resided with her family of five. Stepping in front of the looming, two story home Alexis drew in a deep breath going over again what she would say when the door swung open and revealed a distraught person who had just lost one of their loved ones. Crumpling the paper in her fist, she convinced herself that this was what she had to do. "No good reporter ever got the story without getting a little dirty." Her quivering voice reminded herself as she traveled slowly up the walkway and stood in front of the door. Her hand connected hesitantly with the wood. "Here goes nothing."
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