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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Jul 14, 2013 16:13:24 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] "Miss Leger! So very, very nice to see you. Don't you look just gorgeous! I'll fetch you the exclusive room right away. Oh! Let me just go find Geena, just sit tight for a moment, Miss Leger." Said Janie, Sammie's favorite Barney's manager, hustling off to find the golden blonde's personal stylist, Geena. Sammie was a little preoccupied entertaining a group of Appleberry graduates with her story about the loser who had spilled latte on her shoes the other day. She used dramatic hand gestures and the group of bony blonde socialites hung off of the teen queen's every word. As Geena approached, Sammie's icy blue eyes went from the girls to her, and back to the girls. She tilted her head. "Later, girls. Time to shop." Sammie said and grinned smugly at their admiring stares. A year older, and they even worshiped her. Ha. She leaned in and lowered her voice. "Bt dubs, tell the redhead at Saks you know me. She'll give you all the discounts you want." She said slyly, winking as the grinned and nodded, before turning on her heel and sashaying towards Geena. The blondes left the store. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a girl with blonde hair searching through a rack of clothing and stopped, her pearl heels clacking on the floor. "So sorry, Geena, I'll just be a sec." Said Sammie, sticking up one slim, flawlessly manicured finger in a 'one second' gesture as she walked over to the girl with purpose in every stride.
"I've never seen you here before." She said coolly, but with a hint of curiosity, as she studied the girl.
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Post by Imogen Coachella on Jul 14, 2013 16:39:41 GMT -6
& i miss you like sleep & THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP with of a flick of her wrist and a twirl on her nude pink pumps, imogen eyed the row of little black dresses, turning her nose upwards at them all. "nothing like what you'd see back in seattle." she muttered, missing the days of kuhlman's and canopy blues. rolling her eyes, she made her way down the line, blonde head of hair turning at the sound of giggling girls and servants known all too well to imogen. narrowing her dark icy cyan eyes, she took a special interest in the leader of them - another blonde, even though she looked about a year younger than the rest of them. another one of those stupid little barneys managers scuttled past imogen, bumping her purposefully, making imogen mutter, "bitch." as she turned back to the rack. it was only a few minutes till imogen was interrupted again, this time by that same blonde bombshell that had all those older women wrapped around her finger. "i've never seen you here before." she had said, imogen taking in the way that the other girl looked at her - like she was a challenge, but not an enemy yet. "first time i came to this branch of barneys." imogen stated, looking over the blonde's well put together outfit. "or do you mean georgia in general?" she continued, looking back at a dress with a plunging back. "if you mean that, then, i'll have to tell you that i've recently just moved here." |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Jul 14, 2013 17:04:44 GMT -6
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Sammie raised an eyebrow. She respected the girl's nerve. Although she had looked slightly unimpressed with the selection, which Sammie couldn't blame her for. She'd seen London and Paris boutiques with wayy better stuff. She eyed the girl's outfit choice. Cute, but it didn't compare to hers, of course. But cute. Definitely cute. Sammie peered down at her pearl heels, beige high waisted bodycot hot pants, pink bandage crop, and white trimmed black patent clutch. She grinned at her fierce look before staring back at the girl. She tilted her head, her golden hair tumbling softly down her tiny shoulder. "cute. where you from, sweetie?" Sammie asked easily, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Imogen Coachella on Jul 14, 2013 17:09:34 GMT -6
& i miss you like sleep & THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP seattle. she answered abruptly, running her hands down a black feathered dress. "home of the hipsters." she added as her insult to her home town, happy to get out of the place with too many old sweaters with wool worms and beanies that had seen better days. "why do you ask?" imogen added innocently, looking up with bored, wide eyes.she tapped her maroon clutch on her hand, waiting for an answer. it was always like this - imogen going up against others, watching and wondering what they'd do when they met her hard core, bitchy, but oh-so-innocent attitude. it was a mirror of personality traits. |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Jul 14, 2013 18:51:20 GMT -6
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Sammie grinned softly. She was scarily calm as she casually looked through a couple dresses before answering the girl. "To be a liar, you ought to know as much as you can about people, don't you know that, Imogen?" She said innocently. Of course she'd known the girl's name, and that she was from Seattle, at that. Sammie made a point of knowing lots about new students before they even arrived. She took a dainty sip of her hazelnut chai tea and hoisted her bag higher onto her shoulder. "And plus," Sammie continued. "You look like someone that I'd like to get to know." She added, smiling coolly but with a hint of genuine sweetness.
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Post by Imogen Coachella on Jul 14, 2013 19:37:07 GMT -6
& i miss you like sleep & THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP imogen narrowed her eyes slightly at the other girl, before quickly replacing that look with a soft smile. "i know that, yes. besides, you better know everything about everyone before you choose your friends. after all, some families are better than others." she foreshadowed, knowing full well about the social hierarchy of georgia and how exactly she fit into it. "i'd really like to know you too - if i could get your name." she added, shifting her weight onto the other heal. "from what i've seen with your little friends, you seem like a well known girl around here." suddenly, she straightened, her big, dumb, childish grin on her face. "i certainly hope that the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, won't appl to us, then." |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Jul 14, 2013 20:06:04 GMT -6
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She nodded at the family statement and raised an eyebrow questioningly, piecing things together for a moment before regaining her sweet composure. Sammie laughed lightly and winked. "Sammie. Sammie Leger." She told Imogen. When she mentioned how well-known Sammie was, the golden blonde queen bee tossed her hair smugly and nodded. "Duh. They know they need me." She said simply before dropping the topic. "I've heard that one. When you think about it, it totally depends on the enemy." She said thoughtfully. "Don't you think?" She asked.
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Post by Imogen Coachella on Jul 15, 2013 10:10:04 GMT -6
& i miss you like sleep & THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP imogen furrowed her eyebrows at the girl, leaning one hand on her hip. "not quite sure what you mean there, lovely. she asked, moving away from the dresses and starting towards the skirts. "do you mean whether the enemy is out to get you, or just to be there? i'm afraid i don't know what you mean. she sighed exasperatedly, flicking at the price tags at a bright pink coral miniskirt. "besides, all in all, an enemy is still an enemy." imogen turned to face sammie completely, a small cocky smirk on her face. "any enemy will try to destroy you in the end." |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Jul 15, 2013 15:13:45 GMT -6
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Sammie chuckled knowingly and shook her head. "What I mean is, the enemies you need to keep close are the ones that you see as a threat. When you have as many enemies as me, you begin to categorize them. Trust me."She spoke lightly, but hidden in her voice was a world of darkness that she'd never let anyone in on. She then tossed her hair, signifying not to broach the topic, before turning to the girl again and tilting her head. "Do you go to Appleberry?" She asked.
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Post by Imogen Coachella on Jul 16, 2013 17:46:38 GMT -6
& i miss you like sleep & THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP she could sense the shared look and drop in sammie's voice as she talked about her enemies, imogen deep in thought. how deep in was this girl? how far had she dove, and now had to pay for the oxygen used to get back up to the surface? she wondered wide and far, taking into sammie's advice. "makes sense." she started, looking at her pright pink caat valentine like nails. "but isn't everyone bound to get you at some point? makes sense to get them now, rather than later." she countered, tucking her bottom lip inbetween her teeth to bite the red stained lips. [/quote] |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Jul 17, 2013 17:30:02 GMT -6
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Sammie tilted her head, looking at her enviously. Imogen wasn't in nearly as deep as she was. She didn't have as many enemies as Sammie did. And yet, her advice must make sense in her ears- why not just get rid of the enemies and that be that? Of course they are, sweetie. I could destroy a million bitches but one is bound to take me down, right? Sammie said wistfully, staring the other girl square in the face. I've learned to rationalize this situation, if that makes any sense. I'll be here for as long as I can, but to be a legend, you have to leave a legacy. And... She paused to glance down at her feet. Graduating with the rest of your senior class is anything but legendary. She finished, closing her eyes for a couple seconds, as if saying a prayer, before smiling positively at Imogen and flipping her hair. You didn't answer my question. Are you an ACA student?
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Post by Imogen Coachella on Jul 23, 2013 20:25:07 GMT -6
& i miss you like sleep & THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP that's what i think. she replied, shrugging. everyone, someone got them in the end. it could be one person, or that one person starts the revolution that kicks you to the asphault. When she talked about leaving a legacy, imogen merely grinned. she knew about legacies. she was a legacy herself, at her old school. leaving with fireworks in her names and burnt edges of desks with the ever existing, "coachella". "as for being a aca student, i am. sophomore. 'nd you're a senior, i'm guessing?" |
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