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Post by Artemis Ellis on Sept 23, 2009 19:06:16 GMT -6
ARTEMIS ELLISCRANK CALL THE COPS DOWN AT THE STATION JUST FOR FRIENDLY CONVERSATION, REQUESTING SONGS THEY NEVER PLAY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - it seemed to be in the very nature of summers to pass by much, much too quickly. it really sucked, especially considering that by the middle of it one tended to get bored and wish that there was more going on to occupy their time... even, possibly... school. and then, when there was only a week of freedom left, one felt like a complete nitwit-traitor-wretch for ever wishing the monotonous drudgery of school upon themselves when they had been in the very midst of liberty. september had a tricky way of sneaking up on you, by seeming so very far off in the distance... and then, bam, it was right on top of you.
artemis ellis didn't have much of a notion about where her own summer had gone; all she knew was that she wouldn't see such freedom for another nine or so months, which was just plain depressing. lately there had been several depressing influences within the walls of the large valk mansion she now called home. the main one was that milo and his girlfriend, sophie, had broken up because her she had been needed back in greece or something - artie wasn't very clear on the details - and all milo had done for a whole month was mope around the house with his book of calvin and hobbes cartoons and a bowl of raisin bran. sitting down and watching him for a minute or two had made artie want to visit the nearest doctor for some antidepressants immediately. really, it was unbelievably awful. another depressing influence in the ellis house was the fact that her parents, joyce and rawley ellis, were fighting a lot less. yes, that was usually a good sign, and, at first, artie had interpreted it as such, but then she had realized that it was a result of the two of them consigning themselves to a crap shoot of a marriage. in artie's book, that definitely qualified as depressing. so, lately, she had taken to discreetly placing pamphlets for marriage counseling where her parents would find them. it was more difficult than it sounded.
the summer had not been completely void of anything interesting or that wasn't depressing. there had been discovering pot through finnegan turner, the buff irish dude who was often manning the surfer shack down at the beach. it wasn't necessarily healthy, but it was interesting to boot, right? she had been slightly surprised at how easy it was to shoo the memories of all the 'just say no' speeches they fed you at school right out of her mind the very instant she tried. only slightly, mind you, because she personally felt that if the schools really, truly wanted some credibility they wouldn't imprison children in a building seven or eight hours a day, five days a week, five weeks a month, nine months a year. she was just saying.
her personal supply of happy stuff was actually beginning to dwindle. she would have to pay finn another visit soon. currently, she was still reeling a little bit as a result of the reason her supply was running low, though she could definitely feel it wearing off. she stood before the oh so posh stove in the even oh so posh-er kitchen of her home, watching a large lump of curly noodles sit at the bottom of the large cooking pot, giggling hysterically at nothing in particular. lordy, she was staaarving. and craving mac'n'cheese. which was why she was boiling noodles. and, before this very moment, she had never known how rather fascinating boiling water could be. weird. just as she succumbed to another, rather violent, wave of giggles, milo came shuffling through the kitchen, his nose in a book that artie recognized as the one her mother had given her for her birthday several years ago; the one artie had read approximately two pages of before deeming it tedious and tossing it away somewhere. milo warranted her a glance up from his precious reading material to give her a rather alarmed look. in returned, she managed to stifle her laughter and raised the spoon she had been using to poke at the noodles in the pot every once and a while and gave him a wave. for a moment, he looked like he was going to ask about the oddball behavior, but then he seemed to realize that he would really rather not know and continued on his was through the kitchen. a few moments after he was gone, her giggles subsided because she suddenly realized that whatever she was laughing at - even though she hadn't known in the first place - wasn't really all that funny. lovely. it seemed that whenever she was acting remotely sane, there was no one around to appreciate it. but when she was acting like a weirdo, an abundance of people were around to note it and give her odd looks.
the noodles soon met her standards of edibility, so artie set about to adding whatever the box told her to, noted that she really rather liked the color the packaged cheese made the noodles, and sat out in the living room, a blue plastic bowl in her lap, filled to the brim with the result of the half hour or so she had just spent in the kitchen. yummy. after shoveling down most of the orangeish yellowish stuff, she was struck with that familiar urge; to load up the dvd player with something entertaining and spend the next hour or two being entertained. tossing her almost empty bowl carelessly onto the coffee table, artie did a quick scan of all the dvds in the drawers of the little entertainment center that housed the family tv. bah. when exactly did everything in there get so boring? yick. a search of her bedroom yielded several dozen additional movies, but, to her, each had seemed even more boring than the last. after running through all her options again, in case she had missed something, artie decided that the only viable solution that remained was to pay blockbuster a good old fashioned visit.
the first thing she did upon her arrival was grab herself four or five - she hadn't really been counting - candy bars from the candy section (braind food). only after she was satisfied that she had enough provisions did she head over to where the movies were arranged on their shelves. good gracious. it seemed that it wasn't just the dvds at her house that had been afflicted with boringness. oop, wait. maybe she had spoken too soon. transferring all her candy bars to a more secure position under her left arm to free her hands, she grabbed a movie whose colorful box had caught her attention. however, in doing so, her brain had managed to forget about one of the actions it was supposed to be performing and all her candy bars went clattering to the floor, and onto the shoes of one of her fellow shoppers who had been standing next to her. "oops," she said jovially as she bent to scoop them back up into her arms. "my bad."
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Post by Derek Stanwood on Oct 5, 2009 8:00:02 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Stanwood Twins sometimes I try so hard to understand the things you do who am I to question you when it all comes down when the angels sing
[/i][/size][/b][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Summer. They came to Valkyrie about half way through it and now that college was starting, it actually felt like they were going to stay. I mean, they had already planned on staying but Derek had always secretly hoped that Meg would see Shawn and Shay Anderson and then be satisfied, let them go back home. But no, his sister had to be pulling some ridiculous scheme. Here she was befriending Shay, pretending to be just some girl from England instead of her long lost sister. It's not like they were even half siblings. They weren't kids from a first marriage. They weren't kids from a love affair. They were the fraternal twins of Shawn and Rachel Anderson. And Meg was obsessed. Meg had been the reason they came to the United States in the first place. After they graduated high school, they left Seven Oaks Center for Lost Youth, which was like an orphanage for the kids who had suffered some abuse in the system and were therefore labeled "hard to place" orphans. It was where he and his sister had been reunited. He had been there for awhile ever since.... well, for awhile anyways. Then she had come, they were instantly close and some woman who worked there checked to papers and soon realized they were twins. Best day of his life was the day he found out he still had family out there.
Shawn and Rachel Anderson were not family. As far as Derek Stanwood was concerned, people who didn't want him around gave up their right to call him family. He had parents once. Ones who wanted him and his sister. Ones who had loved them. They were the Stanwoods, and they died. He could barely remember them. But he remembered they were once loved. And that was enough. They were his parents. Not some rich Americans who decided they could throw away Derek and Meg and then be able to keep Shay who was born only a year afterwards. Didn't make sense to think they only let Meg and him go because they couldn't take care of them did it? But did his twin sister see it that way? No, not at all. The fellow dark haired, blue eyed twin, the one who tended to be the catalyst in his life. He should be grateful he supposed, it was her, his twin, Margaret Stanwood who seemed to keep his life moving along. He was always so content for things to stay the same, even if things weren't perfect. She was the reason they came to the United States of America. She was the reason they were in California. She was the one who was determined to meet their birth parents. She was the one he could blame. She was also the reason the two of them were walking through the aisles of Blockbuster. Meg was craving something, she just wasn't sure what. She couldn't figure out she was craving when walking through the rows and rows of films. Meg was picky when it came to what she wanted to watch at that moment. You know how a lot of artsy film people can't seem to watch most movies? There seem to be only a certain few they like and they cant enjoy anything else and try to make whoever does enjoy the others feel like idiots? She wasn't like that. Meg pitied those people. She was very into film. And yeah, she wanted to be an actress. But she loved a vast variety of films. As long as they make people happy or feel something it can be considered a decent to good film. She was not sure why the artsy snobs were so high on themselves that they stopped themselves from enjoying a movie like the Three Amigos when if they simply removed the stick rammed up their asses they could have enjoyed it with laughter and friends. It was stupid to hinder yourself like that. But was Meg in the mood for the Three Amigos? No, not right now. She loved them all but you do have to be in a certain mood for a Steve Martin, Martin Short and Chevy Chase trio.
Meg looked over at her brother as he gazed boredly around at the films surrounding him. She smiled at his attire, one of the few days he wasn't wearing some form of one of him many renn fair outfits. "You look good in normal clothes." She said to him with a smile. Derek nodded his head back and forth as though he was nonchalantly trying to decide whether to agree or disagree with her. "Depends on your definition of good." He replied as they turned down a new row. He took a deep breath and looked back over his shoulder at Meg, "So what are we in the mood for?" He asked his twin as she picked up the box for The Great Escape briefly before placing it back down. It was one of her favorites but again, old prisoner of war camp movies required a certain mood as well. Meg sighed and gave a small shrug before looking over at the boy, "I honestly don't know what I'm in the mood to watch. I want like everything and nothing all at once."
Derek nodded, "Okay, everything and nothing, got it." He replied with a nodd before he went back to scanning the titles when the girl shopping next to him dropped a ton of candy bars at his feet. "oops, my bad." Derek looked down as the girl leaned down to pick them up. He took a small step back and crouched down next to her to help. Standing back up straight he handed her a couple of the multiple candy bars, "It's not a problem." He said politely before he was about to turn around but Meg walked over to join him, "That's a lot of candy bars." She said rather matter of factly to the apparently hungry new comer as she walked up alongside her brother.
STATUS;; complete TAGGED;; artie<3 CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me LYRICS;; "when angels sing" by social distortion WORD COUNT;; 1045 CLOTHES;; Meg and Derek NOTES;; late, I'm lame, one of the few days dereks wearing normal clothes
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Post by Artemis Ellis on Oct 25, 2009 11:27:04 GMT -6
ARTEMIS ELLIS ,CRANK CALL THE COPS DOWN AT THE STATION JUST FOR FRIENDLY CONVERSATION, REQUESTING SONGS THEY NEVER PLAY- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size] Movies had always something artie had been able to call her own. not in the literal sense of course. saying she literally owned movies in general would no doubt cause some sort of uproar concerning copyright infringements. she meant that her love for watching, analyzing and planning her own had been one of the few things that had made her stand out throughout her childhood. she had always been in the shadow of her older siblings; both of whom could bost of ridiculous beauty, a great deal of smarts, and total popularity to get themselves any sort of attention they could possibly fancy. they had been the very epitome of golden children, whereas artie had been the rusty, rotund one forever in the backdrop. she hadn't been popular, her grades weren't to be desired, and being overweight had immediately, in the minds of her peers, removed the possibility of her being beautiful. the only thing she'd had that made her at all noteworthy when comparted to athena and paulie had been her biting talent for sarcasm and her budding talent for filmmaking. had either her brother or sister gotten into it and been perfect at it, like they seemed to be at everything else, artie might have developed some sort of serious complex. over time, movies had become tied to who she defined herself as, as an individual.
And you could bet that, more often than not, artie was going over one of her own ideas for a script in her head, visualizing it, attempting to decide on an angle, contemplating what kind of music would run well with it. sometimes it even came to a point when those kinds of thoughts were a constant reel playing in the back of her mind while she was supposed to be concentrating on something else. schoolwork, for instance. however, despite her bubbling passion for film, there had been documented occaisions during which the whole concept of it became more than she could possibly bear. right after her abortion, for example. one might wonder how she even got so upset about that whole thing if she hadn't wanted her baby in the first place. and, before it all went down, artie would have wondered about it herself. but it wasn't until she actually found out she was pregnant that she actually really thought about what you got pregnant with. it had been nothing more than a tiny collection of cells, a small excuse for a living thing. and yet, even then, it had been a baby. her own baby. and afterwards, everything suddenly seemed very empty. the fact that she had been able to sit for hours and watch imaginary lives roll out on her television screen astounded her. the only thing that didn't seem too empty for her to do was to lie around, trying not to dwell too much on contemplating all that she had done and all that would never happen as a result. life had just become more than she wanted to understand. after a while, however, eventually, enough time passed and it allowed passion to break through her little isolation shell. it always did, even if she didn't get over it.
However, at the moment, artie's thoughts were quite far away from that entire ordeal. the very last remnants of marijuana were still buzzing faintly through her system, soon to die away, but it was keeping her just a bit spacey and more concerned with her fallen candy bars than anything else. "it's not a problem." was that an accent she detected? ooo. the boy she had dropped her candy bars on crouched down next to her and began to help her pick them all up. "thanks." taking the ones he handed back to her, she stood up once again and fixed him with a grin. polite guys were awesome. she took a moment to actually study his face and... holy mother of crap. cheekbones much? "hi," she said as she tucked a stray lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. "i'm artie." as soon as the words were out of her mouth, a girl with black hair approached them. she had evidently been shopping with the guy because that would make the most sense - it didn't seem very likely that her spilling a bunch of candy bars would attract two completely random blockbuster patrons to her - , but she couldn't be completely sure. she didn't remember catching a glimpse of her before, but that meant less than nothing at this point.
"That's a lot of candy bars."
[/i] a smile still on her face, artie nodded. "yes it is. and therein lies the genius of the whole endeavor." using the hand still holding the movie she had picked up from the shelf a few moments ago to smooth out the hemline area of her tank top, she exhaled quickly. "so. are you guys new around here? i don't think i've ever seen you before. not that that means much, but whatever."[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished TAGGED stanwood twins! ATTIRE here DATE august 28, 2007 CREDITS lyrics by the limousines, formatting and banner by me NOTES ew, short & late.
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Post by Derek Stanwood on Jan 1, 2010 2:17:44 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Stanwood Twins sometimes I try so hard to understand the things you do who am I to question you when it all comes down when the angels sing
[/i][/size][/b][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] ------------- THE STANWOOD TWINS ACTUALLY DO LOOK a lot alike. Not so much on the bone structure front, to Meg's everlasting cheekbone jealousy, but the porcelain skin with flawless complexions, the blue eyes paired with pure black hair. When one takes a moment to step back and think about it, it would make sense they are so closely related. The thing is almost everyone who meets them is shocked of their relation. Most assume a girl like Meg would not be the sister of a guy like Derek. Especially not a twin sister. Because while they have a few shared key features when someone looks at her they tend to see a beauty, and then they look at Derek and either see adorable nerd or just plain dork. Meg knew that. She didn't mean to sound arrogant but she knew she was considered attractive. She thought she was rather pretty too. But she was flawed, her knew that too. In fact, she was jealous of a lot of her brother's sharp features. His blue eyes were slightly more saturated which she would prefer because sometimes her eyes were such a pale blue they looked clear or grey. She would be jealous of his cheekbones until the world ends. She wasn't perfect but the point is, it was pretty obvious by the way most people treat them when they meet them is that Meg's the beauty stuck with a dork for a brother. Bastards. All of them. Because something none of those judgmental asses knew about Derek was that he was more intelligent, had more heart, more wit and more talent and skill than any of them.
------------- SHE ALSO REALLY WOULD NOT MIND having the speed of light metabolism her twin had. She had a fast metabolism but she, like most people, still had to semi-watch what she ate, unlike her brother. Although, he never really seemed to take advantage of it. Derek was pretty healthy. He preferred it like that because his body just moved and breathed better than if he ate junk. Plus, Derek mused, his mind was sort of stuck in Arthurian times, why shouldn't his stomach be? Half of what he ate, he got at the Renaissance fair. He and Meg had been living there when they first got to California. The fair directors gave them permission to stay in one of the above rooms of the many shops. Basically it was a cot and an air mattress on the floor of a wooden room with their two bags total hiding in the corner. To go to the bathroom required them to climb down a ladder and walk about a block's length to the nearest toilets. To shower and get ready, had required about a four block trek across the park to get to the staff lounge which included showers since working in full period costume in the hot of the summer, on the dirt roads of fair got dirty and sweaty. They had been living like that while they saved up some money and got their feet on the ground. It was only two days ago that they were able to rent a small one bedroom apartment. Meg slept in the bedroom. Derek slept in the living room on the pullout couch that came with the place. Not the greatest living space, kind of seedy and about a million things are wrong with it, but Derek was used to worse... much worse. And Meg? Well, she was just happy to have a working shower and toilet only four feet from the room she slept in.
------------- DEREK STOOD UP STRAIGHT AFTER HELPING the new girl pick up her, well yeah, a lot of candy bars. "thanks." Derek pushed a small, closed lips smile for politeness and was going to be perfectly content with that being the only interaction with this girl. What? He wasn't a social being, not really. I mean, maybe he could be but all he could think about when meeting a new person was finding a way out. Maybe his subconscious was scared. And yeah, it had to be his subconscious because in the part of the brain he could understand clearly, just didn't care that much. "hi" He heard her say. Okay, he was slightly confused, was this an intro- "I'm artie." -duction? .... Guess so. Derek turned slightly more towards her so that he was facing her more squarely. He put out his hand, "Derek Stanwood." He replied with his name, as custom, his accent ringing through the vowels. Then for the first time in their short interactions, Derek looked at the girl. This "Artie" was pretty, very pretty. She also seemed more approachable than most of the people he had met, let alone most of the girls.
------------- MEG ALWAYS FOUND IT FUN TO WATCH her brother interact with people. A lot of the time, the other person didn't really understand his undertones, neither did she when she first met him but after living with a person for so long.... you get the gist. "yes it is. and therein lies the genius of the whole endeavor." Meg narrowed her eyes, tilted her head and gave a small amused smile, "And what endeavor are the candy bars meant to undertake?" She asked curiously to the girl. "so. are you guys new around here? i don't think i've ever seen you before. not that that means much, but whatever." Meg grinned, ahh the classic question. It was amazing how so many guy seemed to use that as a pick up line. Hell, even in Seven Oaks, a small town in which she had lived in for years, guys would still say that as a conversation starter. Of course she knew this girl did not mean for it to work that way what-so-ever, it was just funny to her because she heard it so much in that context. Meg nodded, "Fairly new, yes." She replied, extending her hand out as well, "I'm Margaret Stanwood, but people call me Meg." Meg looked up at Derek and nudged him slightly with her elbow in order to encourage him to keep a smile and add to it "We just moved here from Seven Oaks about a month and a half ago." He replied before Meg rolled her eyes and added, "It's a small town in Northern Britain no ones ever heard of or cared about." What? No one ever knew what Seven Oaks was, a lot of people in Britain didn't even know. "What about you?" She added.
STATUS;; complete TAGGED;; artie<3 CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me LYRICS;; "when angels sing" by social distortion CLOTHES;; Meg and Derek NOTES;; late, I'm lame,
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Post by Artemis Ellis on Jan 1, 2010 13:29:50 GMT -6
ARTEMIS ELLIS ,crank call the cops down at the station just for friendly conversation, requesting songs they never play- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size] A lot of people probably would have just let the social interaction between them stop after someone had dropped a whole bunch of candy bars on someone else's feet. artie hadn't done that because she had felt like continuing to talk. in fact, that kind of thing was usually a course of action that felt most natural to the seventeen year old. because, if you knew anything about artemis evelyn ellis, you most likely knew that she liked to talk and that she always had something to say. in fact, it was hard for her to come up with five past instances during which she had been lost for words. in her opinion, those who succeeded in putting her in such a state ought to feel proud of themselves, because it took some kind of skill to do it. usually it involved making her so angry or sad or happy that she couldn't speak, because she wasn't the type of person to just shut up if she had been outwitted or proved wrong or something like that... though to become that sort of person would probably benefit her quite a bit. you could get into some pretty deep crap when you just couldn't manage to keep your mouth shut. she was speaking from experience there; she couldn't count all the fights and arguments that had ocurred between her and some of her old friends back in new york that had been caused by artie's refusal to shut up about something.
JUDGING by the fact that the guy she was talking to looked slightly surprised that she had continued talking to him after he had completed the polite social thing and helped her gather up her candy bars, she was guessing that he was the type who would be completely prepared to let this drop. not that she cared, mind you. that was another thing that had often spurred some tiffs and spats between her friends and herself; the fact that she pretty much always did what she felt like doing without giving much thought to anything else. she studied him a bit more as he turned to face her straighter. seriously, she just could not get over those cheekbones. boy scouts could probably camp out under those things. however, it was getting easier not to just immediately zero in on them and actually focus on the rest of his face, and she realized that he was really quite cute. not in the generic, rather overdone way either, but in one of those unique ways. hehe. just looking at him made her want to giggle the way you did when you saw an adorable picture of a puppy or some other baby animal. she restrained herself, however. it seemed like the best thing to do. "derek stanwood." yup, that was definitely some sort of english accent he had there. awesome. he held out his hand and a large smile spread out on artie's face as she shifted the positions of the candy bars in her hands so that she could shake his hand. this politeness made him even cuter. "nice to meet you, derek stanwood."
DEREK stanwood's brunette counterpart gave a small, narrow eyed smile at artie's comment about her candy bars. "and what endeavor are the candy bars meant to undertake?" artie let her big smile be transformed into a grin. "being eaten, of course," she said, and her own words reminded her how really very hungry she felt, even after the mac and cheese she had gobbled down earlier. it was probably the pot. "fairly new, yes. i'm margaret stanwood, but people call me meg." she, too, held out her hand for a handshake. hmm. maybe it was the british thing. artie shook the outstretched hand offered to her. "i'm artemis ellis, but i hate that, so people usually just call me artie," she said, using the free hand she had just shook meg's with to run her fingers through a lock of her hair. meg nudged derek and he promptly did his part to continue on the conversation. "we just moved here from seven oaks about a month and a half ago." she felt a rather blank expression slip onto her face. seven oaks... yeah, artie had absolutely no idea what or where that was. "it's a small town in northern britain no ones ever heard of or cared about." ahhh. that explained it. her face displayed comprehension once again. "what about you?" she shifted her weight onto one hip. "eh, i've been here like sixish months now i think. moved here from new york city." she paused. "so, you pick out a movie yet?" here was another place a lot of people would probably see fit to simply end the social interaction with a 'k, see you around maybe' and walk away, but artie didn't. she was feeling sociable and felt like talking, big surprise, and plus, thus far, she quite like these stanwood people. they were polite and had cool accents, and for that reason alone she wanted to hear them talk some more. [/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished. TAGGED stanwood twins! ATTIRE here DATE august 28, 2007 CREDITS lyrics by the limousines, formatting and banner by me NOTES kinda short >< sorry if i'm not giving you much to reply to
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Post by Derek Stanwood on Jan 19, 2010 3:07:20 GMT -6
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[/i][/b][/font] I TRY SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND THE THINGS YOU DO who am I to question you when it all comes down when the angels sing[/center] ------------------------------------------ ------ Derek was not a cold shouldered person. He really wasn't. It was just at times, his awkward politeness mixed with his disdain for new people, new experiences as well as his bluntness, he can definitely come across that way. He is a polite guy in the way he speaks, but he is not a bootlicker. If you're a prat, he will tell you your a prat. He also didn't see the point in talking and getting to know people unless you were going to have some sort of connection together, like you are going to have to work together so might as well get acquainted sort of deal. But he was friendly on some level. I know, friendly probably is not the best word to use but there it was. There had only been one new person he ever got close to and that was Meg, his twin sister, when they were reunited by fate. Everyone else seemed to leave. His new parents had died. And every new couple he met while in that hell of an orphanage, left. Every single one. None of them wanted him. So over the years, he grew a dislike for new people in his life because that way it was him that didn't want them. They no longer had that power to hold over him. Plus, many of the new people he met that was his age, unless he meets them at Fair, are asses to him. I mean, come on. He's not exactly the face you picture when you imagine Prince Charming. Nor was he smooth or slick like Prince Charming was supposed to be. He was more a knight of the round table type. He lived his life for hope of an adventure and for the honor of protecting those he loved. Cheesy? Perhaps, but it was also true.
------ But guh! All this seriousness in him seems to be the most obvious. But thats because the fun derek can't show his face until comfortable. He does know how to have fun. Maybe it's not the 'lets go out and get shitfaced and die in a car accident or star in a porno' type of fun, but he does have fun. Mostly at Fair. Horse Shoes is fun for him, plus it's one he plays at Fair. Betting on the jousts is always good fun, he tends to have fairly good judgement and can clean up pretty nicely. Earns more that way that his actual paycheck ever is. When he gets excited, it's obvious by the huge goofy grin on his face. When Derek is happy there is no way not to see it and honestly, he has one of those smile that lights up a room, not because he's just 'oh so hot' but because he is just so warm. When he smiles, he is himself, unashamed. And I mean a real smile, not the half assed polite, wants to say more but shouldn't because it's not his place, forced smiles he gives out so often as well. You know, the ones where its more like he's pressing his lips together tightly than actual smiles? Those ones. Meg was different. Meg had an ease with people that just came naturally to her. She used it too, always had. The girl had a fierce determination and stubbornness to her that Derek envied and a slightly selfish "get what I want no matter what" attitude that scared him more. His sister was a spitfire. He knew it, and he had no doubt, soon enough, all of Valkyrie would know it too.
------ Meg glanced briefly up at her brother as he looked down at her. She nudged him gently with her arm, encouraging him to be nice as they met new people. Although it helped that right now he was actually out of his Ren Fair attire. Sometimes if you wear that kind of clothes in main stream public, people end up thinking ill of you, like you're some kind of nutter. "nice to meet you, derek stanwood." Derek couldn't help but notice a new sort of reaction from this new person who had just shook his hand. A smile. She was smiling at him. And not like she found him so pathetic it could give her a good laugh but as though she was actually interested in him. Not romantically, of course not, but as a person. It was a different look than he had ever gotten from anyone else around. Derek nodded as Meg and her shared a small exchange in which the new girl cleverly explained that the candy bars were to be eaten. Sounded like your usual plan after all. "i'm artemis ellis, but i hate that, so people usually just call me artie," Now at that, Derek's ears peaked awake. "Like the goddess!" Meg acknowledged with a smile, it would be awesome to be born with such a powerful name, put that name onscreen, people would remember it. What did the name Margaret have to offer? Oh yeah that's right. Not a whole damn much.
------ Derek surprisingly too note of it as well. "So does that mean you're greek or were your parents just really into the Greek goddess of the forest and fertility?" He asked, "Or a fun combination of both?" Meg chimed in. She was surprised and proud he had asked a question and actually engaged but since myths and legends were sort of her twin brother's thing, she figured it would make sense that the one person aside from herself, that he engages in conversation would be someone named after a goddess with a bow and arrow for hunting. "eh, i've been here like sixish months now i think. moved here from new york city." New York? You see, now it was Meg's turn to have her ears absorb the words better. As in New York city? Because really, amazing. "Wait, New York as in the city? or the state? Either way, you have no idea how much jealousy you're raising in me." Meg stated plainly and honestly. God she would love to go to New York City. The buzz of the big apple all around her, crowds of people, famous restaurants and diners, famous sky line, the site of 9/ll, Broadway and the sets of just about a million different movies, the crowds of a trillion different languages swimming in the pool of people and rising above. Now thats the adventure she wanted to live everyday. "so, you pick out a movie yet?" Meg looked around her in the aisle as Derek shrugged, "I was told we were looking for everything and nothing, all at once."
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