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Post by Amanda Neilson on Mar 16, 2008 22:55:37 GMT -5
Amanda was not too used to the area she was living in nowadays, since she had just entered the Academy an hour ago, put her things where they needed to be, and then let herself be driven off again to look around. As usual she had to have a limo, because her mother had made her bring their butler, James with, to see it done. It annoyed her more than anything that the guy constantly was calling a limo for her to go places, when she would much rather walk. The car came to a halt at the place Amanda had requested to get dropped off at, for the moment, but her butler, of course, would wait in the limo until she saw fit to want to leave again.
The blond 18 year old just walked along, her face frustrated, although huge black sunglasses covered that up pretty well. Her clothing was all black, and for the heck of it, she had decided to wear her favorite black sneakers for luck as well. Amanda was trying to hide herself, it was the only reason she made herself look emo, although nobody knew that except herself. The girl didn't like looking rich, and looked at the limo with disdain, before she walked along, her hands behind her back, no opinion of the place, just judged it pretty, but continued along. A smile crossed her lips as she started thinking of new song ideas, new words she could sing, as she sat against a tree, waiting to be relieved of her boredom perhaps.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 16, 2008 23:13:34 GMT -5
William left his loft behind as he drove towards his school. He had absolutely no problem in showing off, he didn't made it on purpose, but it was quite impossible when looking like he did and having what he had. If he was a millionaire why not spend it on a good car?He had no need what so ever to try and mingle with all the other students, If they didn't accept him for what he was, it didn't bothered him at all, he just wanted to live his life to a maximum and until now, he had been able to do it just fine.
He had all the girls he wanted, he had all the things he asked for, he never left his golden card and cell phone behind, with a touch of a button his father minions would do anything they could to realize any of Williams wishes. It was rather materialistic indeed, but he loved it, he couldn't imagine his life without all that.
Closing his car, he walked with his guitar on his back, Will was dressed in one of his suits, this one was a Dolce&Gabbana, black with a pink shirt under it. Like always, he didn't put a tie, he just felt it gave an office impression he didn't want, so instead, three of the buttons were undone, to give a more casual look.
Sitting under a tree, he put his guitar on his lap and started playing, his voice joining it later, the song seemed to come out just perfectly and although it was so, he still thought he didn't had what it took to be a musician, he still thought his life should be in the company with his father and brother, winning millions with just a nod.
He stopped playing and leaned his head back against the hard trunk, thinking about the next music to play. Before he could start, someone sat behind him without noticing he was there "Hi" he greeted without turning his head. |
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Post by Amanda Neilson on Mar 17, 2008 9:54:35 GMT -5
Gray eyes glanced over at the sound of music, a content smile on the blond's face. Amanda loved music, it calmed her down whenever she was mad, and just had a good feeling about it. The girl listened to the guy play, saying nothing, nodding a bit to the beat, as though she weren't even really there, just a part of the music, weird as that sounded. Amanda jumped as she suddenly came out of her reverie and heard the guy speak. Then she was embarrased, although she didn't show it. The girl took her large sunglasses off her eyes, and then glanced at the guy as if she were asking, "well what have we here?" The girl grinned recklessly for some reason, and then decided to say hi back, since otherwise it would be rude, and then her mother would be tutting like crazy when their butler told her. "Hi. You play nice music." Amanda glanced at him, waiting for him to thank her, since she rarely gave compliments unless she really meant them. Standing up, she loosened up her arms, looking around the place, satisfied, and asked the guy, "Not that it's any of my business but, I'm guessing you've got the girls trailing after you, don't you." That was odd and random of her. Amanda never talked to anyone, period, since she was anti-social and whatever.
The girl whisked her blond hair out of her face, and gave her butler a dark glare, when he began to flail and point at a watch. After which she ignored him and looked at the guy who had been playing. The 18 year old stuck out her hand in a form of politeness and said, "I'm Amanda, nice to meet ya." Well actually....was it? The young adult couldn't know if it was. She had barely met him. But the pull of music was something she understood quite well, and though she could sing, she hadn't known the words to the song he'd been playing. Oh, Amanda hated being polite and proper all the time. It seemed, her parents had changed most of her wardrobe on her way to White Hill. This made Amanda so angry. The young adult watched as her butler's face was turning red he was so angry. Once again, she turned the other way, and waited for this guy to speak.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 17, 2008 10:12:33 GMT -5
The person behind him replied to his greeting, by the sound of the voice, she seemed to be a girl, but he didn't turn his head, instead, he waited for her to stand in front of him after complementing his music "I'm glad you like it, I'm here to please" he half teased with a gentle grin. His eyebrow raised at her next comment, he didn't even knew where the hell that came from, but still, with a smirk he played two accords and looked back to her "Let's say I'm not bad at that area, not bad at all" he replied winking to her, it was true and there was no need to deny it.
"By the way you look, I guess you're not that bad yourself" he stated, she was very beautiful and her hair was amazing. He looked back to the same direction she was looking at, he saw a man in a suit next to a limo, well, it seemed he wasn't the only one, besides his brother, that had a very large safe in the bank "I think your butler is not enjoying the wait very much" he stated with a soft laugh "I'm William Elliot" he introduced himself extending his hand to Amanda and shaking it gently "Music student in the famous White Hill school of arts " he added half teasing "So, are you knew around here?" he asked turning his head back to his guitar. |
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Post by Amanda Neilson on Mar 17, 2008 10:27:36 GMT -5
Amanda smiled at this guy, and she seemed pretty relaxed, although her butler was starting to walk over, and she waved him away with her hand, making him know that he could get his paycheck lowered, although her heart wasn't really in it. Amanda hated having servants who did what you told them, for money, so much, but for now, she'd have her conversation. "I'm sure you are." Amanda spoke with a laugh, and imagined several different kinds of pleasing this guy could do, and was sure he'd probably done it all, though she didn't look at him as though she were thinking of that. She just smiled politely, and watched this guy, not sure what she should think about him.
Amanda heard him compliment her, and she shrugged, it was true, she supposed, but Amanda didn't care much about her own looks, besides. If she were that pretty, wouldn't she have had a boyfriend by now? Well maybe not, but still. It was probably the black colors. Once this set was worn, she'd have to deal with the frills and fancy stuff her mother had placed in the suitcase. "No he isn't but he has no one to blame but himself. I didn't want him to come." Amanda spoke it straight forward, and smirked, watching as her butler finally turned in resignation. "Nice to meet you. Do you have a nickname? To shorten it? I mean, I have several, but I was just wondering. It can be a bit of a drag to always say Amanda this, or William that." The girl spoke, and listened to his other question. The blonde nodded, and rose her eyebrows as her butler tried to get her attention again. The 18 year old laughed, and spoke to William, "Yeah, this is my first year. I'm doing music, and drama. I like a bit of variety." Plus she wanted to be famous. A pretty big goal, but one she dreamed of often, and she didn't want to be one of those skanks who did nothing but mess up. She wanted to be great, and if this academy helped her with it, then she'd work her hardest here.
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 17, 2008 21:25:08 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you. Do you have a nickname? To shorten it? I mean, I have several, but I was just wondering. It can be a bit of a drag to always say Amanda this, or William that."
William stared at her for a couple of seconds with an eyebrow raised, was it that large of a name to have to shorten it? "Well, I guess you can call me Will, its the most common, other than that, stick to the basis, I'm not a big fan of nicknames" he stated with a charming and a wink as he laid his guitar next to him. "Why don't you have a seat?" he asked the girl moving more to the right and giving her some space against the trunk. "Music and Drama hun? Well, the best of both worlds, my brother is also taking drama, but he manages to be really good at it in real life" If people thought William was a bastard sometimes they would not be ready to the ride when they met his brother, that guy wasn't the easiest person to get along with.
"Mind If I ask you where you come from?" Usually people like him, with lots of money, would come from big cities, it was rare the ones that came from the country, for example the Elliot's where from LA and Will couldn't help but love the big city, the rush, the energy, never had he a doll moment there, there was always something to do, something to see. He could go out every night, and every night the clubs he went were full, it was a place he was starting to miss a lot, but one thing was for sure, every time he felt the desire to leave school for some days to spend them in his hometown, he would catch a plane without telling anyone and just relax in the city, his parents loved when he did that.
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Post by Amanda Neilson on Mar 17, 2008 21:51:04 GMT -5
Amanda watched him, and shrugged, sitting down directly across from him, her expression calm, nothing else shown on her face, enjoying the conversation she was having, and even though she knew the guy was handsome, she was already taken, with her mother's damned idea. "Really? My...twin brother's like that too." Her face seemed to cloud as she thought of her brother for a moment, but then her face lit up again as she glanced at the guy. He spoke of LA. That place was the best. The places were great and all, but then again...there was always...her fiance. Oh, Amanda wished she was not in that sort of old class rich circle, where you had to marry whoever your parents picked. It was flipping mad. "LA, California. I'd stick around there, but I'd go mad if I had to be near that arrogant loser of a guy my parents think I'll marry. He's such a....." Then Amanda realized she wasn't talking to one of her friends, and her cheeks went bright red. Lovely. She let herself get mad again. But it was the reason she came here in the first place. "That's why I came here. If I became famous, I could just get away from them, and not get called a slut or something for doing...other things to get out of it." Amanda stood again, wanting to walk around, not happy just sitting around, especially since she had just told a complete stranger her life's story basically. With a few things not included but seriously? There was something wrong with her. Amanda watched as clouds started coming in, which was a sign that it would rain soon. She didn't care. The 18 year old liked it. The blonde stretched her arms out and waited for the first drop to hit her. It did, right on the nose. She laughed, and let one ear listen to see if William, or Will, was saying anything. |
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Post by William Elliot on Mar 19, 2008 19:36:22 GMT -5
Tilting his head to the left, William's look turned to a confused gaze as she talked about some guy her parents were making her marry "I never thought arranged marriages were still active around here." he stated with an eyebrow raised "Well, If you think being famous is the best way to run from that, I'm the last person who could say anything otherwise, but lets face it, aren't you just running from your problems when doing that?" he asked with a soft smile "Instead of facing them directly, you're trying to find a way around the cause" he added, he couldn't help it, If there was something he didn't agree with, he was unable to keep his mouth shut. When he was younger, everyone thought it was very funny for a 10 year old to be discussing America's Health care with the president, now, it made them tremble how he was able to touch the open scar and make them speechless in the middle of a dinner table filled with famous people.
"I'm sorry, I can see you're feeling a little bit uncomfortable being here with your driver looking at us over there" he said standing up and running his fingers through his hair "I have an idea, but I don't know If you'll be up to it" he stated with a sly smile and a wink "I have my car right over there, I bet we could easily leave him behind, I have one thing he doesn't, I've been here for over a year, I know the streets" he stated grinning and leaning against the tree.
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