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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 15, 2008 17:08:57 GMT -5
[/url] Many faces with brows creased in anger glared at Arra. Could such a simple question upset a person? "May I take your picture?" Arra asked a beefy guy who's pants were slightly too small for him as his hairy butt crack was exposed from behind. She wasn't the kind of person who went around taking photos of comedic and sort of gross events. She was the kind of person who would find a condom stuck to a shoe interesting. Taking that kind of photograph held sort of a meaning. Arra in fact had done such that thing once she found out that she had accidentally stepped onto one of her cousins used condom and had her camera on her and then took the picture. That exact picture was on her bulletin board where she had blue tacked up all of her best photos onto. This time she couldn't get one soul brave enough to take a simple picture. But right then she was reasoning with the beefy guy that she wasn't a scam artist or any of those rip off people. She actually loved her hobby and one day wanted to start a full blown career in professional photography. "No I'm sorry. I-I- I don't think this is right." The guy stumbled through his words as he bounded off picking at a liver spot on his weirdly bony hand. Arrabelle frowned as she stomped off in the opposite direction with her old school camera in hand. Tugging at her fringe laden scarf Arra sighed as she sat down on a nearby bench. Stuck up people. Maybe she looked quite weird as she was wearing shorts paired with dark brown stockings and purple Keds? And what was she thinking about wearing a pink beaded chiffon top under a purple cardigan? Just nonsense. Arra quietly scolded herself as she twisted her rings around her finger. Camera silently dreading in her lap. She couldn't look that bad or menacing. People merely described her as a model. Tall and thin and nice. At least that was what they said in England. Americans were full of shit. She decided that then and there on as she sat there watching people pass by her. She just wanted to take a simple picture for God's sake. Would some one even let her? [/size][/ul][/font]
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 17, 2008 19:38:13 GMT -5
Looking for nothing in particular, Oliver Twishan stood in the center of the mall. He normally would be around, flirting with girls and going on dates. But he was new in California. England had been so much more different, where everyone knew him, and he knew them. To some, California my have been a new start, something bright to their future. To Ollie, it was just another school. Where he could flirt and keep his reputation. Still, it was sunny California, and he was schooled at Villanova Preparatory. What more could he have wished for?
People surrounded the entire building, nowhere was not full. In every shop there were at least five queues, if not more. Squeezing past the crowds, Oliver found a bench. A girl had already sat on it, but to Ollie, it was another girl for him to flirt with. Sure, this girl looked like one who wouldn't fall for his flirting skills, but it could be another friend he could make. "Hello there, doing a bit of shopping? Someone as beautiful as you must not need anything else. Your beauty shows itself." Ollie's English accent showed a bit, sometimes he tried to hide it, but he was not feeling very American at that moment.
Sitting down next to the girl, Oliver smiled. It was irresistable, he knew that. It was part of his 'charm'. He realised that he hadn't introduced himself yet, so he continued. "I'm Oliver, by the way. Oliver Twishan. And you are?"
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 18, 2008 9:33:08 GMT -5
[/i] she asked herself stifling a warm smile. "No, I wasn't really shopping," she said trying to pronounce her words clearly. Her accent was still thick though even though all the years she had lived in Cali. "I was merely trying to take people's pictures. But these stuck up Americans won't let me." She gave a sympathetic smile as watched him sit down beside her. Looked like he wasn't going anywhere too soon. But then before she knew it the guy was introducing himself to her. Arra mentally groaned as she heard his name. " "I'm Oliver, by the way. Oliver Twishan. And you are?" Oliver Twi shan was a weird name. Not particularly common. Arrabelle fought to contain a laugh but she ended up snorting. She hoped that he wouldn't get offended much by her lack of respect. The only thing she could do was hold up her camera and say, "I'm Arrabelle Leigh. You can call me Arra or Belle I really don't give a crap. But, may I take a picture of you?" She waved it in the air as if it would hypnotize him. Maybe she would be lucky and he would go for taking a picture. But maybe somewhere instead of on a bench for rest in a mall. Maybe on the escalators? She had a time getting on those things and off and she really wasn't sure if she could go back on. It would take a few tries if she wanted to get a couple of good quality shots and people would have to get out of her way in order to just take a photo of him. Being a photographer was hard work. You had to be strong enough to take criticism and even insults. Even her mother wasn't into her photography, she thought taking a picture of someone in a shower was stupid. And just careless. But that was what Arrabelle strived for. Something different and intriguing. She would be the next Ansel Adams. Hopefully. [/ul][/FONT][/SIZE]
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 18, 2008 18:24:25 GMT -5
Ollie heard the girl's words and his eyes slightly widened. Her accent filled his head. It wasn't much different to his own, perhaps... a British one? Taking peoples pictures? Maybe she's a photographer. He wondered. Oliver loved posing for the camera, it wasn't what he did a lot, but when he gets offered a job, he happily took the oppurtunity.
A small snort, fell out when the girl tried to stifle a laugh at his name. Oliver knew it sounded funny, and stuck up, but still. It was his name. He raised his left eyebrow at her and pressed his lips together. Ollie listened as Arrabelle introduced herself. Her name was beautiful, just like the ones he had heard so far. Arrabelle; it reminded him of a swan of some sort. Oliver's mouth changed into a smile, when Arra asked to take his picture. "Of course." He replied, his accent showing. Ollie didn't mind his accent around Arrabelle, seeing she had one herself.
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 19, 2008 15:04:51 GMT -5
[/i] camel toe. She didn't know why she had wore them. She hated shorts, especially the shorts in the present time. They were too short and slutty. But here she was wearing a pair of them herself. They only reached her mid thigh and lots of stockinged leg was exposed. But then she remembered. The rest of her jeans and lower apparel were getting cleaned that day and she had to borrow something from her friend. [/font][/size][/ul]
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 20, 2008 1:28:42 GMT -5
"Girlfriend? No girlfriend." Oliver licked his lips. Yet. He thought. It was unusual for him to be single, especially at somewhere like California. He just hadn't fully settled in yet, but afterwards, no girl wouldn't have heard of him. He would be major stud, or to the girls, Major slut.
Listening to Arrabelle ramble on and on, Ollie kicked at his shoe. He knew that girls liked to talk, so he shut up. Always. Standing up, Oliver smiled, it was his time to shine. Not that he thought that nobody actually paid attention to him. Pretty much everyone did. "So, Arrabelle. Wanna start?" He tilted his head, and looked at her.
Ollie watched as Arrabelle pulled her shorts down, he hadn't noticed them before. He was a bit of a pervert, but never really made it obvious. They did look slutty, he liked them though. Skirts were quite nice for girls too, especially the ones with long legs. Oliver's smile grew even bigger just thinking about girls.
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 20, 2008 18:18:29 GMT -5
[/i] wondering gaze at her shorts. Yes, they were slutty, but she wasn't exposing any naked leg. They were covered up in stockings and she was proud of her 'mile long' legs being covered up. She hadn't shaved in weeks anyway. Shaving was a bore. She went all natural. But then she assumed that he had a girlfriend. But then, why would he be sitting beside her if he had one? One had to wonder. "Oh so then you're fine," she said glancing at his face. Then she quickly adverted her eyes to the escalators. "We'll start at the escalators." The question was how would she get on them? She was afraid of those things but she had managed getting on one. It was a pitiful sight and an old perverted man had helped her up from her fall. Turned out that she had fell onto the mechanical stairs and scraped her knee. "The thing is you'll have to help me get on though." She frowned. Is this too much for him?" she asked herself in her head. She didn't want to think that she wasn't that unprofessional. But then he had weaknesses too. So that didn't matter. Arra began her way towards the escalators being occupied by people who wanted to escape the first floor and the second floor. "I mean," she said looking back at him. Her long slightly wavyish straight brown hair blowing into her eyes. She used her free hand to place it behind her ear. "I've only been on them once. But, it seems like such a great place to shoot. I mean just look at it. Isn't it beaut?" [/size][/ul][/font]
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 23, 2008 3:16:30 GMT -5
Oliver threw a small glance at the escalators, from what he had noticed, there were practically queues of people waiting for their chance to get onto the upper levels or the lower ones. But if Arrabelle was fine with lining up, so was he. He wasn't going to be a sulk just because he had to wait. Ollie nodded his head at Arra, giving her the sign that he was okay with everything. Also taking a few steps towards the escalators and the group of people queuing up.
I need to... help her onto the escalators? This mysterious girl was getting stranger by every single word she spoke. "Um.. sure. Escalators, right." He agreed, slowly. It wasn't though he didn't want to help her out, he was just confused. And kind of curious. "So, are you just really freaked out by them, or what?" Oliver asked, he was actually curious, not just being polite.
As he watched Arrabelle walk towards the escalators, Oliver followed. 'Isn't it a beaut?' Ollie heard the girl say, with a British accent. He sniffed and nodded once again. They are a beaut. And so are you. Oliver thought, with a smile. He caught up to Arra, and kept up.
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 23, 2008 15:25:23 GMT -5
[/i] question. "are you just really freaked out by them, or what?" It would take a long time to explain to him the tragedy that made her uncomfortable with the escalators. So she decided to shorten it up a bit. Arra gracefully turned around and faced Oliver, still walking, but backwards. "Not really. Just a bad first experience getting on one actually." She turned around and slowed down for him to catch up so they would be able to walk side by side. The line at the escalators were packed as far as Arrabelle could see that meant they would hold up the line for everyone. But who cared? Anyway they had plenty of time to talk as they line didn't seem like it would let up any time soon. So Arrabelle decided to ask questions. It would be like that game. That game where each person asked a set number of questions. It was called, twenty questions? Arra still bouncing from adrenaline swung her hands from side to side. "So what brings you hear to the mall?" she asked and then immediatley thought of another question. "And why don't you have a girlfriend? You look like you should." It wasn't for her to be nosy. Just that she wanted to know. "After you answer you can ask me any question you want to." Arra added a smile to the end of it. [/size][/font][/ul]
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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Oct 23, 2008 18:59:11 GMT -5
"Oliver!" Francesca cried, starting to speed-walk to him.
Francesca had been at the mall for exactly 1 hour and 23 minutes. Using her daddy's credit card, she had been shopping at Juicy Couture, Marc Jacobs, and Abercrombie. She had gotten two babydolls, 3 pairs of shorts, and 1 pair of adorable flats that were a beautiful purple. Now, she was ready to go to the Coach store and buy a pair of sneakers for Phys Ed. Her old ones were chewed on by her dog.
"Heyy!" She exclaimed, smiling brightly. "Hi, I'm Francesca, what's your name?" Francesca asked the girl next to him, who was quite pretty. "Where are you guys heading to?"
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 24, 2008 0:40:52 GMT -5
Unfamiliar faces gathered around Oliver and Arrabelle, Ollie blinked and was completely unaware of everything going on surrounding him. He was practically half asleep. That's what you get for staying up all night. He thought, with an eye roll. Turning his attention back to Arrabelle, instead of himself, he listened to her answered his curious question. It wasn't really what he had expected, nor was it exciting. Oliver had expected something that was really interesting and strange, but still realistic. Also, he hadn't really expected the girl to explain to him what had happened.
A small smile appeared on the boy's face when Arrabelle started asking questions. He knew that her curious side was only just starting to open up to him, once they had spent more time together, his ears would probably be sore after listening to her, like most girls did. Starting to think about his answers, Ollie's mind lingered that one particular question. The one about him not having a girlfriend. "Well, Arrabelle. Boredom brings me to the mall today. And as for me not having a girlfriend? I've just moved here from England. So, I don't really know too many people around here." He hoped that the explanations and answers were enough, since some people asked him to repeat himself, or they asked many more questions.
Deciding it was his turn to ask Arrabelle the questions, he thought about what he wanted to know about the girl. Was she from Britain? Had she been in California long? Did she attend Villanova Preparatory? Suddenly, it hit him. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, quite politely. As he waited for Arra's reply, he spotted a familiar face rushing towards him, also calling his name. Waving at the girl coming towards himself, he quickly thought of her name. What was it again? Frankie... Franny? No, Francesca, that was it. "Hello Francesca! Nice to see you again."
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 24, 2008 18:52:45 GMT -5
[/i] Arrabelle thought in her head. She had come from the San Fransisco of England. Brighton, England. But surely Arrabelle had always wanted to live in Heathrow. A little bit smaller than Brighton but never the less, the city had less noise. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Arrabelle grimaced at the question. She knew it was coming. It was actually a good question because she could actually say what she wanted to say to a guy for so long. Arrabelle turned towards him and stopped walking. Slightly almost tripping on her own two feet. "Not really," she said. Eyes squinted as she thought. Her pointer finger tapped against her chin. "Ever since I can remember guys lusted after me. They complimented me, and looked at me with greedy eyes. Some even tried to take advantage of me and try to even sexually assault me! Arra laughed at a flashback that moved its way into her head. She remembered back in ninth grade that she had just moved to the States and a few months into the school year a boy had greedily tried to grope her. Of course Arrabelle had gotten offend and stomped of yelling at him that he was full of bullocks and was a mere asshole. "I mean, I'm still looking for the right guy. At the right place, at the right time. I want someone to love- or like me for who I am and not for my endless legs and sexy outer figure." She could've raved on, but knowing that Oliver wouldn't have been interested. But then she was saved anyway from a girls obnoxious voice. A blond headed girl speed walked up to them. She was slightly pretty. But not all that. Arra was a bit disappointed. She wanted to ask more questions. Shooting a questioning glance in Twi shan's direction Arrabelle answered the girls question. "Hello I'm Arrabelle," she said cheerfully. She might as well be cheerful since she wasn't the kind of person that was mean to other people. "Actually we were just about to take some pictures." Arra held up her camera and was silently cursing herself in her head. [/size][/font][/ul]
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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Oct 25, 2008 16:16:54 GMT -5
"That's cool! One of my old boyfriends back in New York was way into photography. I love your camera, by the way." Francesca said, smiling. And it was true. The camera went with Arrabelle perfectly, for some reason that she'd probably never find out.
"Do you want to go to Starbucks? I bet there will be tons of people there." She asked, looking at Oliver, then Arrabelle.
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 25, 2008 17:50:46 GMT -5
A small laugh came out of Oliver's lips when Arrabelle answered his question. The bit where the guys lusted after her, Ollie just knew was true. This girl was beautiful. Sexual assault, though? Now that, was just sick. Right to the core. In his heart, Oliver knew when a girl didn't want to do anything, he didn't push them to. Even such a flirt like him knew that. "The guy sexually assaulted you? That's horrible!" Oliver's words were true, and his chocolate eyes filled up with horror and sympathy.
Listening to Arrabelle's laughs was like music to Ollie's ears. He was enchanted by this girl and her words. "Of course, the right guy. One to appreciate you?" He summed it all up in one word, he knew that this girl wasn't one that he should mess with. Forgetting that he hadn't introduced the two girls, he started. "Um, Arrabelle, this is Francesca, we met on the first day of school? And Francesca, this is Arrabelle. We met... today." Oliver smiled, and when Francesca asked to go to Starbucks, he shook his head. "Sorry Francesca, but we're going to go take some photos. Maybe later?"
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Post by arrabelle leigh on Oct 26, 2008 17:56:06 GMT -5
[/i]. So they had met on the first day of school? What school did they go to? Arrabelle scowled as she heard the girl ask if they wanted to go to Starbucks. What the hell? They were just in the middle of something and then she came bustling up interrupting them. Hiding her disbelief in a simple nod no Arrabelle turned away from the girl and slowly walked away. Go away! she said in her head. She really wanted to take photos really bad. But then this girl was holding them up. "Um Oliver come on before the lighting starts to change," she pleaded holding up her camera. Arra didn't mean to be so rude but...you know. The escalators were completely deserted. In just a few minutes the traffic must have cleared up. Lighting was an important key for a photographer. Especially if you were one who took photos by natural light. Arrabelle was one of those few talented people. She took her work seriously and wasn't going to let some girl ruin her chance. She had been at the mall a mere two hours and a half and so far was still dreaded. She had to at least get some good pictures and Oliver had to hurry up. [/ul][/font][/size]
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