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Post by blair ivy fawn on Dec 23, 2010 16:54:31 GMT
It was winter that Blair liked the best, and for a number of reasons. For one, Blair was born in winter. Not that she had any friends to celebrate with, but she always invited Joshua down to celebrate, and he always got her something nice, and they did the same for his birthday. She smiled a little at the thought of spending time with her twin. He lived in England, her mother lived in Norway, her "good father" and their son with her. Her family was so scattered. The other reason she loved winter was because it was a cold January afternoon when Joshua had found her father raping her.
She stepped outside in a deep purple dress, her favorite arm-warmers, and a little circus hat perched on the side of her head, and considered going back inside for a jacket. She shrugged that thought off quickly.
She arrived at the park, taking her juggling balls out of her pockets and started juggling. With juggling, she had practiced ever since she was a little girl. She had wanted to be just like the street performers in Norway, even though they were frowned upon and called "freaks". Now she could juggle, do circus dancing, she could do acrobatics, a little bit, but had grown away from doing that since an accident that could have killed her. But that was when she was young and stupid, and she had been considering it again. One thing she hadn't ever learned how to do was walk the tight-rope. She was even more afraid of that, especially without a net.
She started running through her act, whispering the words to herself. "And now... the amazing juggling, dancing, acrobatic wonder... the Queen of Ice!" She had thought of her show-name when she was little. She juggles, she dances, oh, my, oh, my!" She started dancing, juggling at the same time. she was on the grass, the light frost not bothering her feet much, but it was still slightly uncomfortable. She then did her "magic" trick, tossing her balls up and then making them vanish into thin air - really just going into her pocket. She took them out again and started juggling again.
notes--words-- 367. muse-- rather good. i like this new charrie. outfit-- here.
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Post by mckenzie iris evans on Dec 24, 2010 3:54:11 GMT
Mckenzie had been bored all day so far. For the most part of the morning, she'd been dancing in an empty dorm, looking in the mirror and smiling at herself every now and then. It was a two week break from school work, and serving people drinks at CoCo's Bar, and now she had absolutely nothing to do at all. Out of breath, and bored out of her mind, she collapsed on the carpeted floor for little while, staring at the ceiling with a blank mind. She had no plans, she had no idea where everyone was, and there were no events... Yet. She rolled over onto her stomach and sighed loudly, searching through her options as to what she could do for the afternoon. Sure, there was that new amusement park in town, but with no one to go with, how was it amusing at all? She rested her head on her arms, yawning. The cinema was also boring with no one to go with. Most things were boring when you were on your own. The beach sounded good, but then again, she didn't want to get soaked by the sea and covered with sand that started to irritate your skin after a while.
The senior pushed herself up suddenly, as another idea popped into her head. She could go to the park! Just for a walk, a breath of fresh air and everything. There were bound to be people at the park, too. Mckenzie was a very outgoing girl, so she found it easy to strike up a conversation with people she didn't know. She wasn't afraid of rejection from people who didn't even know her name. There were some people she couldn't take rejection from... But that was different. She didn't want to think about it really. She didn't want to think about anyone in particular. She ran over to her bed, where her clothes for the day were, a pair of grey skinny jeans, a leopard pink top that was a dull pink and white, and a pair of dolly shoes, since she had nothing better to go with her outfit. She placed one of her many necklaces around her neck, fixed her hair and make up some more, and left the house, with the usual objects she carried around with her; keys, phone, iPod and money.
After locking up her dormitory, she linked her light blue earphones up to her iPod and pressed play on a random song. She wasn't really paying attention to it much. Once outside, she felt the cool air cover her warm skin, taking it over completely, and making her shiver lightly as she tried to get used to the coldness out the outside. She contemplated running back to her dorm and getting a jacket or something, but instead she rolled her eyes and moved on in the direction on Bluewater's biggest and nicest park. People looked at her as she passed. She didn't mind. Mckenzie was very confident in herself and had a lot of self esteem. She tried to get people's attention by putting quite a few different colours in her hair. On that day, Mckenzie had her natural blonde hair as her main colour, then she'd added in clip in extensions of black, pink and a tiny bit of light blue. That, and it was back combed until it was so big, it was amazingly hard to miss it.
After many minutes, she finally arrived at the park, walking in through it's large iron gates with a smile on her face. The gates always seemed to be open, day and night, all the time. The park never closed, it seemed. Mckenzie looked around herself with wide blue eyes until her gaze fell on a solitary girl dancing on the frosty grass. She looked strange, her hair was a funny, but awesome colour, and she was wearing only a purple dress, gloves and a little hat. She was also juggling, the senior noticed. Curiously, Mckenzie made her way closer, eyes narrowing in confusion as she noticed the girl seemed to be talking to herself over the top of everything else she was doing, which Mckenzie found odd, but she neared anyway. Once she was close enough, she stopped, and watched the circus girl do what she did best, a light smile on her pink lips. It reminded Mckenzie of when she used to dance herself, when she did ballet. She used to go to her lessons twice a week, every week for thirteen years, from when she was three, until she was fifteen, she age she changed rapidly as she mixed with the wrong crowd. She didn't want to look like the weak ballerina girl, so she quit her classes. No one knew, but she still practised dancing now, when she was alone in her dorm. And she was very good, and very flexible. She knew, herself, and she wasn't being over confident just for the sake of it this time. She just knew. She loved dancing, still. But she wouldn't let anyone know. She had a reputation of a tough girl to hold up, and she wasn't prepared to let her guard down anytime soon.
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WORDS !?: 867
TAGS !? blair fawn.
MUSE !? very good. :3
LYRICS !? zero -- smashing pumpkins
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OUTFIT !? this, but she has blonde hair still, k?
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CREDIT !? this template was made by me, mia. please don't steal or i'll have to eat your eyes out with a spork. :]
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Post by blair ivy fawn on Dec 25, 2010 19:45:42 GMT
GADFJGJAFE I'LL POST SOON.
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It was winter that Blair liked the best, and for a number of reasons. For one, Blair was born in winter. Not that she had any friends to celebrate with, but she always invited Joshua down to celebrate, and he always got her something nice, and they did the same for his birthday. She smiled a little at the thought of spending time with her twin. He lived in England, her mother lived in Norway, her "good father" and their son with her. Her family was so scattered. The other reason she loved winter was because it was a cold January afternoon when Joshua had found her father raping her.
