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Post by Anne Lévesque on Nov 6, 2006 18:36:02 GMT -6
Anne was half expecting Ashley to say 'oh, well i had to get her dry cleaning'. Usually, that's what her mother always wanted her to get, and a crouissant on the way. But this answer was a little odd, and the way how she somehow stuttered to say just kidding was off. What was going on? Anne didn't exactly want to push the subject, but she remembered it. Whatever it was, she would have that little peice of important information. She could easily use to for blackmail if this girl turned to be an enemy, and with Ashley's amazing looks, she did feel like she had some competition. Yet, somehow, the girl seemed extremely nice, and despite the heart of a blackbird, Anne couldn't do that to her. Besides, she had a feeling that she might actually like this girl.
"Haha..." Anne simply said, in a terribly unconvinced laugh, just to warn the girl that she didn't buy it. "Well, highlights. Argh - I really don't remember. I remember some dancing, and I have the instinct that I swam in the ocean. I don't even want to know." Anne shrugged. She hadn't really paid attention to anthing else at the party, and now kind of regretted it. Oh well.
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Post by faith on Nov 6, 2006 18:48:59 GMT -6
Yea..." Ashley smiled. "So, what are your thoughts on chickens" Ashley said out of nowhere. "Sorry, I am just kind of random, I think it helps make conversation" Ashley giggled. Most of the time it did make great conversation but occasoinally she got some weird looks from people when she was random and others would just laugh and think she was joking.
She looked throught the glass door and noticed a little bird fly by, that would be her next subject, flying, or photography...
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Post by Anne Lévesque on Nov 6, 2006 18:55:57 GMT -6
Chickens? What the fuck? Anne gave the girl a quizzical look, wondering if that randomness was a source of some other type of medication. She didn't exactly know how to respond, so she furrowed her eyebrows as if to say that she had taken it into thought. She didn't have the time or muse to talk about poultry. She needed some Bloc Party or Wilco. Music. That's what she came here for.
"Can't say I have any. Sorry, you'll have to excuse me.. I'm on a search for some post-bad sleep music medicine." Anne said, and in other words meant some music to help her head stop hammering at her. "Nice meeting you though and just a side note.." Anne said, leaning in closer to the girl, "I'm sorry about your mom." Wow, she didn't expect herself to get so sympathetic. She brushed off the mere thought of her own over acting of sympathy, which she'd never do to strangers and quickly walked over to the Indie Rock section before she started giving hugs & love notes to strangers as well.
[hahaha anne is so fun to roleplay. i have to take a shower, gahh. thanks for the short, but lovely roleplay. i think we can definitley build a bond off of ashley & anne from this little information slip. bwahaha, marissa & summer unite!]
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