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Post by natasha l. pritchard on Aug 24, 2011 1:31:35 GMT -5
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back when Tashia had been an 'ugly duckling' the thought of starving herself never crossed her mind. weight hadn't been too much of the issue with her; everything had been. back then, she had believed that there was no way in either the magical or muggle world that could cure her looks. sure, her personality wasn't bad, at least that's what her mother told her, and she had the best friends anyone could ask for but they were all in the same boat. at times, she wondered what life would be like if she hadn't found them. would she be alone? would all those years of fun and gossiping together be non-existent? the fact of the matter was the answer was more than likely a yes. they had been united by their families and then by the back that they all shared the same thing in common- the fact that they didn't fit in and attention was never brought to them- unless it was negative attention. although she hated to admit it, some good things (besides her best friends which she'd happily admit to anyone listening) came out of not always being sexy. she had learned the harsh and fast way that guys were douche bags. all they cared about were looks. nothing more. they wanted girls they could show up and brag about, no matter what age they were at. there were times where Tashia didn't blame lesbians for liking girls. they may be bitches at times but hey, it wasn't like all they wanted you for was sex. it was a whole different playing field. unfortunately, she wasn't gay so boys were what she was stuck with. which was why her motto had easily become "fuck boys." the girl was independent and she always had been. a day didn't pass where she wasn't taking care of herself. nobody had to do it for her. age had never been something one could pin on Tashia. her maturity level was always years beyond her age when it came to dealing with things that had come up. being the oldest of the group, she dealt with the younger girls issues as well. the girl may be an independent girl, but when it came to her girls she was all hands in with help where ever it was needed. though they all may have been jealous of the pretty girls, the pretty girls damn well would have been jealous of their friendship and she knew it. friendships like theirs were one in a lifetime. irreplaceable and unforgettable.
yawning, Tashia ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it back into a messy ponytail as she made her way to the kitchen. allowing the elves to cook her up whatever they pleased, by now they were used to her visits. one thing she loved about elves were they never asked questions. they minded their own business and just cooked. life seemed so simple as an elf, but she knew that it wasn't as simple as it seemed. elves, even these days, weren't always treated with respect. it was awful. she thought they were cuties and from time to time, she'd bring them clothing or kiss them on the cheek as a thank you. she did appreciate what they did, even if a lot of others didn't. carrying her plate up to the cafeteria, it was time to face what she had been dreading; putting the food into her mouth. it was around one o'clock on a Saturday. as far as she could tell from her dorm room window, before she had come downstairs it had been beautiful outside; the easy explanation as to why no one was really roaming around inside. stabbing at the food with her fork, everything smelled fine but the thought of swallowing it was heartbreaking. making one final stab at a piece of broccoli, she raised it up to her mouth, closed her eyes and scrunched her nose before closing her mouth around it and sliding it off with her teeth. opening her eyes, pausing to delay the necessary chewing, she noticed then that someone had entered the cafeteria and come her way. so much for everyone being outside on a beautiful day. "can i help you?" she asked blandly after she had finished chewing. open, 1162 words, outfit, first weak tashia post ! |
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Post by olivia k. avery on Aug 25, 2011 12:05:49 GMT -5
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[/div] all the bad decisions ; studying magical law sucked, olivia was rapidly coming to the conclusion of. it was probably partly due to her insane pedantic nature... or, really, mostly to do with her insane pedantic nature. maybe if she wasn't so obsessed with every aspect of her essays being perfect then she'd have time to do things like a normal human being. like eat. and sleep. she wasn't intentionally skipping meals; she wouldn't do that. but it just got really hard to do things like remember to eat when she was concentrating on making sure that she got each of her legal citations perfect. she needed to top this year if she could, or at least come close. because if she didn't do well, then there was no point in her being here, because she'd never get that prestigious job she was seeking. or she was going to, and it was only going to be her father that got her that. that was just as bad as failing to get it at all, really. there were certain things that she liked about being an avery, sure, and it wasn't as if she didn't love her family. she adored her family, both her mother and her father and... well, yeah, she loved her brothers. she occasionally wanted to beat her brothers with her law textbooks, but she loved them all the same. there were parts of the family tradition that she didn't want to subscribe to, and getting a job because of her father was one of them. she wanted to live on her own merits, which was one of the reasons that she had never been interested the idea of an arranged marriage. of course, the main reason was ezra, but that wasn't the only reason, as much as he might like to believe that it was.
but even if she wasn't eating every meal, eating was important. even if it was only when her stomach physically growled loud enough to get through the fog of case law that was surrounding her head at the moment that she remembered this. sighing, she put down her quill and had to resist banging her head against the old, musty book... and it was only barely that she managed to refrain from that. she couldn't really afford to leave it at this point, but now that she was aware of the hunger that was gnawing at her stomach, she wasn't going to be able to concentrate any longer on the archaic type on the pages in front of her. it was a long time before she finally shoved her chair back and started to slowly make her way to the cafeteria from the library. her back was hurting from the books she was carrying, she was dragging her feet and her stomach was now painful in the way that it hurt. yes, studying magical law definitely sucked. and it was the sort of sucking that ezra wouldn't have enjoyed, to be frank. why had she gone and bad this decision again? oh, right, because she wanted to make her own way in the world. right now, it seemed overrated, but after she'd eaten... well, she'd be back to loving the idea of being her own person again. alright, so maybe it'd take a little more than just a meal in her stomach to turn her back into loving it again, but that would be the big step towards to feeling like she didn't have the worst ideas in the world. a very big step. because yes, the pain in her stomach wasn't exactly the best indicator that she was making the right decisions in her life.
when she entered the cafeteria, it was empty, save one person. she vaguely recognised the older girl as another slytherin, but more than that, she didn't know. well, straight away she could see that she was gorgeous, but that didn't really help her a whole lot in figuring out what she could tell about her. vaguely, she could recognise her from pureblood events that she'd attended growing up but in truth, pureblood girls seemed to all blend into one amorphous entity after a while... at least, if you weren't particularly close to them. she wouldn't be caught saying that, of course, but she could think it without getting in trouble. that was the important thing... well, to someone as concerned with appearances and what her parents thought, it at was the important thing to olivia. at times, she wished that it wasn't so important, but she couldn't do that. not in the situation that she was in. sighing, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the girl in front of her, walking up to her. she took a deep breath before she responded to the question that she'd been asked. “yes, sorry. i'm still new here... do you think you could tell me where you got that?” she paused for a moment and rubbed at her arm before letting her book bag hit the ground with a heavy thump. “i got a bit caught up in my essay writing and missed the meal time.”
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Post by natasha l. pritchard on Sept 26, 2011 13:27:11 GMT -5
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the days where the dark-haired girl had to eat to stay alive were the days where she was in the most heinous of moods.
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