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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 17, 2008 11:23:16 GMT -5
Emma had just settled in. Her things were neatly put away, and her place was spic and span. Emma was ready to start her first day at White Hill. No doubt it was different from the country, from which she had came; Alabama. In AL you would never see a beautiful beautiful beach such as the one at White Hill Bay, unless you traveled down to the coast. Emma placed her teddy, the one her father had personally made for her, on her bed and walked into the small kitchen and grabbed her breakfast; a poptart.
Emma wondered out side on the beach nibbling at her blueberry poptart, the wind lashing at her dark brown hair. The sky was of a mixture of pink, purple and white clouds and the bright morning sun warmed the tiny minerals underneath her shoes. Emma slipped off her flip-flops and felt the warm sand sink slightly under the weight of her feet. The sound out the waves crashed against the shore, bringing up loose seaweed and weak crabs.
This had to be one of Emma's most favorite places thus far. It was quiet, and secluded (right now at least). The waters were still cold since it was only spring, but still Emma wondered out into the shallow part of the shore and whilst nibbling at her poptart she waded through the water that rose only above her ankles leaving a small foam ring every time a small waver made it's way to the shore. Emma heard the faint sound of a guitar in the background, it was soothing and made the beginning of her day even better, but who was playing that wonderful melody?
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 17, 2008 15:52:35 GMT -5
Like so many times, William was heading towards the beach with his guitar in the back seat, he didn't know what was that made that place so desirable to him, but he just couldn't help it, the sand and water seemed the perfect place in all town to go to and play his guitar with no one bothering him and singing as much as he wanted. Indeed he had his loft all to himself, but that just seemed empty, and even he sometimes felt lonely. Besides his brother, there was no one else in that city he could call a true friend, all he had there was ex's and himself.
Stopping the car, his white Lamborghini convertible was shinning because of the sun beams against it. The weather didn't ask for a bathing suit and amazingly, Will was wearing a yellow tight shirt that defined every muscle in his upper body and a pair of jeans, yes, even those cost a small fortune, but he looked more like a teenager in that kind of outfit.
Turning around he picked he guitar and started playing, the music was Golden from the band Fall out boy, it was calm and his voice fit just perfectly with the instrument. Letting his mind just wipe any kind of thought, the lyrics just came naturally as he stared the sky above him.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 17, 2008 16:19:28 GMT -5
Emma was curious about the music, the tune was recognizable, Fall out Boy one of her favorite bands. She picked up a few random seashells that had been washed up on the shore. She would make either bracelets or necklaces with them, being creative was just a part of her person.
The cool morning breeze stirred up little bits of sand and leave that had blow from the trees off the shore. Her feet were probably purple by now, she casually walked out onto the seemed to be hot sand. It stuck to her feet as she continued to pick you shells.
The music kept playing, she glanced up and squinted at the shiny glare of a car. *Who would be out this early? except me? * Emma thought and saw a figure staring up at the sky playing a guitar as if they had been playing their entire life.
Emma left her shoes on the beach and walked up to the person, to see it as a guy. She hadn't seen him around him before, and really didn't know much of his reputation.
Barefooted, she walked up to him still holding seashells in her hands. "So how long have you been playing?" she asked randomly, she didn't can if he new her she knew him, his music was great. That was her interest so far.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 17, 2008 22:45:15 GMT -5
William kept playing, one had to be honest, he was good in what he was doing, maybe only he didn't believe he could make a career out of it, he thought his place belonged next to his father and brother in meetings deciding what to do with the next billion dollars. The music ended, he stopped and leaned his head back, making a small pause thinking about the next music to play but before he could start once again the sound of steps caught his attention, turning his head he spotted a girl around his age walking in his direction.
"So how long have you been playing?"
Will raised an eyebrow a little confused with the girl's first words but started laughing gently right after "Hi, good morning, my name is William" he stated turning his head back to the guitar "Great day don't you think?" he added still grinning, he was teasing about the way she asked such a random question out of nowhere, so he was now making all the conversation they should had before. "I play since I was 7" he stated turning his head back to her with a charming smile.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 17, 2008 23:04:56 GMT -5
Emma watched his chuckle. She raised one brow and looked over his handsome face. "I was being serious." she finally answered and chucked a small shell at him.
The guy Emma could already tell had a huge ego. She smiled back at him with the same charm. "Nice ride you got here Will." Emma stated. She had yet to get her car, since her father's death they hadn't really been able to get much, unlike some people. Still Emma was doing perfectly fine.
Besides this guys ego his music was great. Emma had wanted to play a guitar but her mother made her play the piano instead. Now she wasn't complaining or anything, but to her the soft music of a piano was fustrating. Sometimes when no one was looking she would strike random keys and cause a loud off tune echo.
Emma looked over his shiny car and back to his face. "I'm Emmaline Prince, but you can call me Emma since I have already decided to call you Will." Emma smiled sweetly, the black pavement starting to get warm underneath her small feet and the cool morning breeze her curly brown hair out her shoulder, and the air played with it gently.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 17, 2008 23:37:38 GMT -5
William pushed his black leather seat back so he would be able to be more comfortable "Thank you, It's my baby" he stated with a warm smile looking from her to the car and then back to her. That had been his father present to him in his 16 birthday, he had bought many other cars over the years, but that was the one he chose to take with him to white hill.
"Oh you decided to call me Will without even asking?" laughing he placed the guitar in the seat next to him and walked out of the car closing the door behind him. "Then I shall call you Mary-Sue, why?Because I already decided that way." he teased with a soft grin"So tell me, Mary-sue, do you go to White hill?" he asked leaning against his car with his hands supporting him on each side.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 17, 2008 23:51:12 GMT -5
Emma opened the car door made a pouting face and crossed her arms like a little five year old to show; that she did not like how her decided to call her Mary-sue. " Well, actually Mary is ok, take away sue and replace it with Jane." Emma stated leaned against the car. What she felt like doing is taking her nails and scratching down the sides, that would probably piss him off.
Emma feet began to hurt, so she slammed Will drivers side door shut and got in on the other side. "Hope you don't mind Willy, my feet began to hurt." she smirked and leaned across him and tossed the shell from her hand to the ground. Emma could always go to the beach and get more.
Emma sat bakc in the passengers sent then admired the interior, how she wanted a car. Stupid step-father, wouldn't let her have anything, her was noting but a money hog. "Oh, Willy I don't have to answer why I came here, I'm here and that's all there is to say and know." Emma stated , now decied whether or not to open his glove compartment, no telling what kind of stuff wa sin there.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 18, 2008 13:58:22 GMT -5
William's eyebrow was unable to go down, the girl in front of him had the strangest actions he ever saw before. One herself, she decided what name to call him and that she could enter his car, not that he had anything against it but polite people normally asked before doing things like she was doing and that characteristic was the only one that bothered him the most above all others, he couldn't help it, that was the way he was raised and when someone acted the differently, he would start to feel a little bit uncomfortable.
"Please, be my guest" he stated pointing to the seat with his hand in a soft movement as she sat down. "Well, If I remember correctly, which I with no doubt do, I don't recall asking you Why you came here. I asked If you go to White Hill, which is a completely different question that has a very simple answer, yes...or no." he stated with his arms crossed and a gentle smile "I have no interest whatsoever in your life story" he winked and leaned against his car, looking at her over his shoulder.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 18, 2008 15:23:35 GMT -5
Emma sat back in the car and crossed her legs, she blashed a bit when he winked at her; because no one had ever done that, sure she received attention, but none like the winks and flirty smiles "Well William, I do attend White hill." She answered turning to him, her soft cheeks a ting of pink.
Emma was bored now she couldn't anny him liked she wanted to, so Emma gave up, and opened the door to his car got out and shut it gently and started to walk back toward the beach. She had been quite rude; but she was willing to change that. "Would you like to go on the beach with me?" Emma asked. She needed to get her flip flops and pick up some more shells to make a ankle or wrist braclet. "Maybe you could play some more of you music.." she trailed off looking toward the sapphire waters of the beach and waiting for an answer. No one was out, still to early well all except William; but he was probably just trying to find somewhere quiet to play his music.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 19, 2008 19:19:23 GMT -5
"See, it wasn't that difficult now was it?" he asked back rhetorically as she replied about going to white hill and when he thought she was starting to act a little more normal, from nowhere she stepped out of the car and started walking towards the beach asking him if he wanted to join her, with a gentle grin William tilted his head looking as she got further from him, he thought about it twice before following her with his guitar in his hand.
"I have to be honest Mary-Sue, I never met someone as strange as you before. Don't take it in the bad sense of the word, but your reactions are... how can i put it... funny?" he stated laughing softly sitting on the sand and watching as she picked up some shells from the ground. Letting himself go, Will laid back and kept that way for some moments watching the clouds moving above him.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 19, 2008 23:50:12 GMT -5
Emma turned back minding her own business as William followed her. She picked up sea shells; they were marble- like, pink and white.
Once she thought she had enough Emma turned to William who lay on the sand staring up at the clouds. She walked over to him, and took a seat on the sand beside him and sat Indian style.
"Well, I don't mind being different or 'funny' actually it's way better than being a preppy snob or someone of that nature." Emma stated looking over her shells in her hand. "Most girls around here don't act like themselves, they all try to act and live with a sky high reputation, me I could care less, at least I here." she added and rested her hands in her lap with a sigh and glanced up at William, then looked up at the sky as if trying to see what he was looking at. "Please call me Emma, not Mary-sue." she stated moving her gaze back to the handsome boys face.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 21, 2008 0:21:43 GMT -5
William couldn't help but laugh gently as she said it was better to be different or funny than a preppy snob because basically, William was a snob, he knew that and he loved to be one. That was what made him so different from everybody in that school, everybody pretty laid back, the music students with their "rock and roll" sense of fashion and the artists not caring about what they wore, all in all, only the actors dressed more casually and seemed to be more normal than the rest.
Let's face it, Will came from a very rich family, since he was born he was taught to be a gentleman and act superior towards everybody else, many people could condemn that kind of behavior, but he saw it as a way to never get hurt, If there was no feelings towards others than there was no chance of getting hurt as well.
"I guess you're right, but than I assume you don't like me very much" he half teased turning his head to her with a soft smile "Actually, its not only here girls act like that, everywhere you go you can see that, they just think about themselves not caring about what they have to do to just to have what they want" he stated simply returning his gaze to the sky. "Very well, I won't call you Mary-sue again, Emma" he added closing his eyes for a second.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 23, 2008 1:05:29 GMT -5
"Uh Will ... I never said I didn't like you." Emma rolled her brown eyes. "I just don't know you that well." she added and lightly bit her bottom lip, it was a habit she has yet to notice.
A soft breeze blew her hair off her shoulders, which made it cascade down her back. She sat up straight and inhaled a deep breath. "yea, I see those girls sitting and chatting and giggling and shopping; it makes me so jealous." Emma stated and crossed her arms. Emma right now, since she didn't have a job she couldn't go shopping, sure Emma has friends and talks to them rarely, at least William was here and she could have a bit of company.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 23, 2008 1:42:14 GMT -5
William didn't reply or made any movement as she said she didn't knew him well enough to know if she liked him or not, it was only normal, they had only met minutes ago. "You're jealous of those girls? I thought you disliked that kind of girls." he stated leaning forward adopting a sitting position, there was something crossing his mind and that made a smirk appear on his lips, but first he would wait for her answer, he didn't knew what her reaction to his idea would be, so it would be better to see where her mind stood before trying anything.
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Post by Emmaline "Emma" Prince on Mar 23, 2008 2:39:32 GMT -5
She had done it again, thought out loud. Instantly Emma's cheeked blushed a light shade of pink. She put her hands up to her face to hide the blush, she didn't want him seeing that; well nor did she want him to know that about her. When she had felt that the smooth flesh of her cheeks had cooled down she glanced up. "No, it's just they have everything and they just waste everything." Emma stated with a sigh. "lets get a manicure, let's go shopping" Emma mocked the actions of a prep. "It's just something that pisses me off."Emma added and pulled her brown hair to her shoulder and began to braid the ends of it, thinking about how wealthy just put all their money to waste on clothes and stuff to fit their needs. They never spend it on things that really matter.
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