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The most elizasexual person is probably Eliza herself. But I like that D:
I think I should wait for spooner to post again before posting? Maybe? That way Max and Eliza can chat.
Here's a fun game. Pick a song your character(s) would listen to, and one you think defines them.
"Pot Brownies" - Them People
The hip new release all the kids are listening to.
The hip new release all the kids are listening to.
Them people?
OK, posted! This way Acacia, Eliza, Max and Hayden all get to talk a bit. Hopefully we'll all do that as a joint post, I think that'd be just lovely.
And Eliza wants to see Wren, so that should happen too.
And Eliza wants to see Wren, so that should happen too.
Whenever one of his children turned eighteen, Christopher Herring gave them a car. Whatever they wanted, with their his approval.
Eliza had thought about rejecting the offer - there was nothing she loathed more than the degree to wich she relied on her parents - but it wouldn't have been smart. An expensive car would be good for her image, sure, and it was a luxury she wouldn't have come her inevitable separation from her father's good graces. So she took him up on it, and they went shopping.
She wasn't sure she'd ever spent that much time with her father in one sitting, before. It was painfully awkward at first; they had nothing to talk about. He didn't understand her, and she didn't care about him. Silent recognition of that fact permeated every moment they spent together. To compensate, Eliza did what she always did - she threw herself into her work. She read every auto magazine, she compared prices and packages and road tests. If she was going to have a car, she decided, she was at least going to have her say with it.
One evening, she sat at the kitchen table in the living room of her dad's NYC apartment, working on making a choice. It was an ostentatious place, and she wanted to hate herself, playing with numbers in the hundreds of thousands like they meant nothing, but she was enjoying it. When her father got home, to her immense surprise, he joined her. They stayed up late, going over all the mundanities of the purchase. It was banal, almost clerical work, but it was also Eliza's first real, valuable choice, so she loved it. Thinking about it now, it seemed laughable that spreadsheets about all weather packages constituted her first real moment of father-daughter bonding, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
In the end, she knew which cars were most comfortable, most efficent, most affordable, but decided that she didn't care. She wanted something that would stand out, something that would be hers. So they went to look at sports cars and convertibles, the kind of thing her brothers drove. She'd settled on a crimson red Jaguar F-type, a fifty-hundred-fifty-horsepower, V8 beast of a car that sounded like a cross between a jet plane and cheetah and at least as fast. It wasn't particularly comfortable, and there wasn't much space, but she loved it. It felt right.
So there she was, wearing sunglasses and a yellow sundress, racing down the highway as fast as she dared. Her hair whipped around behind her - it would be a mess by the time she got to Caelbury. The guttural cries of the engine as she shifted up and down told her she didn't care. She'd been looking forward to getting back to school. She'd felt bad about missing out on the week before classes, about pushing back her reunion with Acacia, but she couldn't bring herself to worry about any of it. When she pulled onto the rolling green campus, past the ancient brick-and-mortar buildings, she mostly just felt disappointed.
She rolled to a stop outside the administration building, about to go in and get her room key, when she had a realization. The welcome-back picnic had already started, she was sure, so why didn't she just go straight there? She'd make an entrance. And she'd see Acacia and the others more quickly. Unpacking could wait. Eliza threw the Jaguar back into drive, and started off again.
The picnic wasn't far away, and in a moment she could see all the little figures standing out on the wide lawn. Most of them were standing around, talking, but some of them were playing party games, and, yes, there was Acacia, standing behind a table piled high with cupcakes. She'd planned the whole event, and probably single-handedly at that. Eliza was unable to stop herself from grinning as she pulled up on the tarmac some feet away, honking her horn gently to draw some attention.
Carrying trays of cupcakes wasn't easy. So Acacia was grateful that Max rushed over to help her, and not just about him helping her with the trays. Max probably got a headache, dealing with the finances of the ever growing shopping list. Still, he had managed to make her outrageous ideas possible, including the dunk tank.
"Thanks Max!" She grinned at her friend as she carefully passed the tray over to him. With that tray off of her hands, she was able to pick up the pace and walk with more confidence, reaching the table in no time.
"Outdone myself?" She chuckled, "Nah, baking cupcakes aren't that hard. It just takes a while."
At Max's remark, the President turned her head towards the dunk tank that was covered by a large sheet. "Principal Aldrin? I think he's definitely the type to do that. And Ms. Kendrick. I'm definitely going to ask Ms. Honey about it, and force Hayden somehow."
"And you know what Max? You should do it too! It'll be fun--"
Acacia would've launched into a whole conversation to convince him, but she was interrupted by her brother. She couldn't help but giggle as Hayden did his typical-big-brother stare at Max. Poor Max, it's probably uncomfortable for him!
As he wrapped his arm around her, she squeeze his midsection with both arms. "I always have fun! Make sure not to eat all the cupcakes! I have some left over cake mix by the way, if you want it."
And tsk tsk tsk, Hayden offering alcohol already? It was still early. Acacia gave a dramatic roll of her eyes and a thumbs up towards her brother. Fine, she'd keep quiet. She expected something on return though, maybe a cookie.
Acacia was about to make a comment to Max, when she was once again interrupted, this time by car horn. Her head whipped around to see who it was, and she stared blankly at the car. Who's car was that? It wasn't one she recognized. Her eyes widened as she saw her best friend behind the wheel.
"Eliza!" She yelled, running over. While moving over, she forced her expression into a pouty one. "You didn't help out with the picnic! You're late! How dare you?!"
Eliza stepped out of the car, rolling her eyes to make a show of mock indignation. She smiled broadly at her friend, shutting the door behind her.
"I've been out with my new best friend," she said, gesturing at the car, "She's just so much prettier than you."
"Excuse me?!" Acacia gasped, exaggerating her shock by lifting a hand to cover her mouth. "You're replacing me because it's prettier? I thought I meant more to you Eliza! Fine, I'll find a prettier best friend." She puffed out her cheeks for effect.
Eliza tried to keep a straight face, but failed completely. She collapsed into a giggle and embraced her friend.
"You did all of this by your lonesome, didn't you? I think you baked every one of those cupcakes."
Without waiting for an answer, she turned back to the car, keeping her arm around Acacia's waist. "So - what do you think? I only picked it up yesterday!"
Acacia hugged Eliza tightly. It has been too long, she didn't see her for the entire summer!
She scrutinized the car with a critical look--not that she knew much about them. Cars never interested her, and even though she could take an engine apart and put it back together, the car itself wasn't her priority.
"You know that cars aren't my forte," she remarked, "But I like it! The color really suits you. And if it's your car, I'm sure you made sure that its a perfect fit for you, Eliza."
"I was gonna get a Mercedes or something," Eliza said. "But I couldn't bring myself not to go with this."
She surveyed the picnic again. "Is Wren back? And - how's our room? I haven't seen it yet."
"Wren? I haven't seen her yet, but I know she's here. Sh accepted her dorm key the other day." Acacia shrugged, there were so many people she had yet to see. "And you know that the dorms always look the same! It's fantastic as always though."
"I need her help; I've got to go dress shopping," Eliza said. "WE'VE got to go dress shopping."
She noticed Max and the vice principal, off at a distance, half-watching the two of them. "I'm not taking you away, am I?" She asked, waving at them and starting off in that direction.
Eliza had thought about rejecting the offer - there was nothing she loathed more than the degree to wich she relied on her parents - but it wouldn't have been smart. An expensive car would be good for her image, sure, and it was a luxury she wouldn't have come her inevitable separation from her father's good graces. So she took him up on it, and they went shopping.
She wasn't sure she'd ever spent that much time with her father in one sitting, before. It was painfully awkward at first; they had nothing to talk about. He didn't understand her, and she didn't care about him. Silent recognition of that fact permeated every moment they spent together. To compensate, Eliza did what she always did - she threw herself into her work. She read every auto magazine, she compared prices and packages and road tests. If she was going to have a car, she decided, she was at least going to have her say with it.
One evening, she sat at the kitchen table in the living room of her dad's NYC apartment, working on making a choice. It was an ostentatious place, and she wanted to hate herself, playing with numbers in the hundreds of thousands like they meant nothing, but she was enjoying it. When her father got home, to her immense surprise, he joined her. They stayed up late, going over all the mundanities of the purchase. It was banal, almost clerical work, but it was also Eliza's first real, valuable choice, so she loved it. Thinking about it now, it seemed laughable that spreadsheets about all weather packages constituted her first real moment of father-daughter bonding, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
In the end, she knew which cars were most comfortable, most efficent, most affordable, but decided that she didn't care. She wanted something that would stand out, something that would be hers. So they went to look at sports cars and convertibles, the kind of thing her brothers drove. She'd settled on a crimson red Jaguar F-type, a fifty-hundred-fifty-horsepower, V8 beast of a car that sounded like a cross between a jet plane and cheetah and at least as fast. It wasn't particularly comfortable, and there wasn't much space, but she loved it. It felt right.
So there she was, wearing sunglasses and a yellow sundress, racing down the highway as fast as she dared. Her hair whipped around behind her - it would be a mess by the time she got to Caelbury. The guttural cries of the engine as she shifted up and down told her she didn't care. She'd been looking forward to getting back to school. She'd felt bad about missing out on the week before classes, about pushing back her reunion with Acacia, but she couldn't bring herself to worry about any of it. When she pulled onto the rolling green campus, past the ancient brick-and-mortar buildings, she mostly just felt disappointed.
She rolled to a stop outside the administration building, about to go in and get her room key, when she had a realization. The welcome-back picnic had already started, she was sure, so why didn't she just go straight there? She'd make an entrance. And she'd see Acacia and the others more quickly. Unpacking could wait. Eliza threw the Jaguar back into drive, and started off again.
The picnic wasn't far away, and in a moment she could see all the little figures standing out on the wide lawn. Most of them were standing around, talking, but some of them were playing party games, and, yes, there was Acacia, standing behind a table piled high with cupcakes. She'd planned the whole event, and probably single-handedly at that. Eliza was unable to stop herself from grinning as she pulled up on the tarmac some feet away, honking her horn gently to draw some attention.
Carrying trays of cupcakes wasn't easy. So Acacia was grateful that Max rushed over to help her, and not just about him helping her with the trays. Max probably got a headache, dealing with the finances of the ever growing shopping list. Still, he had managed to make her outrageous ideas possible, including the dunk tank.
"Thanks Max!" She grinned at her friend as she carefully passed the tray over to him. With that tray off of her hands, she was able to pick up the pace and walk with more confidence, reaching the table in no time.
"Outdone myself?" She chuckled, "Nah, baking cupcakes aren't that hard. It just takes a while."
At Max's remark, the President turned her head towards the dunk tank that was covered by a large sheet. "Principal Aldrin? I think he's definitely the type to do that. And Ms. Kendrick. I'm definitely going to ask Ms. Honey about it, and force Hayden somehow."
"And you know what Max? You should do it too! It'll be fun--"
Acacia would've launched into a whole conversation to convince him, but she was interrupted by her brother. She couldn't help but giggle as Hayden did his typical-big-brother stare at Max. Poor Max, it's probably uncomfortable for him!
As he wrapped his arm around her, she squeeze his midsection with both arms. "I always have fun! Make sure not to eat all the cupcakes! I have some left over cake mix by the way, if you want it."
And tsk tsk tsk, Hayden offering alcohol already? It was still early. Acacia gave a dramatic roll of her eyes and a thumbs up towards her brother. Fine, she'd keep quiet. She expected something on return though, maybe a cookie.
Acacia was about to make a comment to Max, when she was once again interrupted, this time by car horn. Her head whipped around to see who it was, and she stared blankly at the car. Who's car was that? It wasn't one she recognized. Her eyes widened as she saw her best friend behind the wheel.
"Eliza!" She yelled, running over. While moving over, she forced her expression into a pouty one. "You didn't help out with the picnic! You're late! How dare you?!"
Eliza stepped out of the car, rolling her eyes to make a show of mock indignation. She smiled broadly at her friend, shutting the door behind her.
"I've been out with my new best friend," she said, gesturing at the car, "She's just so much prettier than you."
"Excuse me?!" Acacia gasped, exaggerating her shock by lifting a hand to cover her mouth. "You're replacing me because it's prettier? I thought I meant more to you Eliza! Fine, I'll find a prettier best friend." She puffed out her cheeks for effect.
Eliza tried to keep a straight face, but failed completely. She collapsed into a giggle and embraced her friend.
"You did all of this by your lonesome, didn't you? I think you baked every one of those cupcakes."
Without waiting for an answer, she turned back to the car, keeping her arm around Acacia's waist. "So - what do you think? I only picked it up yesterday!"
Acacia hugged Eliza tightly. It has been too long, she didn't see her for the entire summer!
She scrutinized the car with a critical look--not that she knew much about them. Cars never interested her, and even though she could take an engine apart and put it back together, the car itself wasn't her priority.
"You know that cars aren't my forte," she remarked, "But I like it! The color really suits you. And if it's your car, I'm sure you made sure that its a perfect fit for you, Eliza."
"I was gonna get a Mercedes or something," Eliza said. "But I couldn't bring myself not to go with this."
She surveyed the picnic again. "Is Wren back? And - how's our room? I haven't seen it yet."
"Wren? I haven't seen her yet, but I know she's here. Sh accepted her dorm key the other day." Acacia shrugged, there were so many people she had yet to see. "And you know that the dorms always look the same! It's fantastic as always though."
"I need her help; I've got to go dress shopping," Eliza said. "WE'VE got to go dress shopping."
She noticed Max and the vice principal, off at a distance, half-watching the two of them. "I'm not taking you away, am I?" She asked, waving at them and starting off in that direction.
Are cars allowed on campus, for students?
I'M dirty?
Eliza has longer hair than that.
Eliza has longer hair than that.
Sixsmith said
SEE, I DONE TOLD YOU GUYS IQ TESTS ARE DUMB. D:< D:<Hurry up, you butt. All the guys wanna see Eliza in a swimsuit and you're keeping all those horndog teenagers from that fantasy. D:
Oh, man, so many bathing suit options for her. That's just great.
Ugh.
I feel dirty.
We're done with this line of discussion.
I am going to have Eliza be arriving to school just as the picnic starts. She will zero in and find Acacia.
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