SUNLIGHT .

[Leda Wickford-Rose]

LEDA W-ROSE *


GO HIGHER THAN HIGH GO LOWER THAN DEEP
KEEP DOING IT WRONG KEEP SINGING ALONG

- - - Wow. you know those big amazing castles you dreamed about when you were a little girl and still thought it would be possible for you to obtain a viable career as a princess? yeah, those. well, leda wickford-rose was pretty sure that valkyrie, california, had the highest concentration of those castles on the whole planet within its borders. it was, like, crazy. simply driving through the rich people's side of town had made her feel like she was four years old again. every two seconds she had made an excited exclaimation, leaned speedily toward a window of the car her father was driving, pointed at a gigantic uber mansion and babbled and cooed over it until she felt that she had done it justice. she could tell that what had started out as one of her cute little quirky things to her father had quickly escalated into something that made him want to take a good, healthy dose of aspirin. which made her feel kind of bad, because it was their ride from american airlines airport to their newly purchased house in valkyrie, and their flight from philadelphia had been a bit taxing. turbulence, a very loud but very adorable toddler in the row of seats behind them, and a kind of annoying stewardess who kept spilling their drinks. plus she had been trying to be less of a... handful lately, because she knew that her father had more than enough on his plate what with the divorce and all. however, the sight of so many pretty houses in such a small amount of time had overloaded her a little and, thusly, her resolution to be less loud and more calm had flown right out of her mind.

- - - And, had she not seen a whole hell of a lot of pictures of the house that her father had decided to buy in valkyrie, she probably would have gone considerably more berserk with happiness when they actually pulled up into the elegant circular driveway. the house itself wasn't as large as some of its neighbors as it had evidently been designed for a small number of occupants, but it was still sleek and stately and just oh so californian. she had hastened inside immediately and managed to get lost not five minutes after beginning to explore her new abode. however, after all the rooms started to look familiar beyond what she had seen in the photos, she was able to navigate her way back towards the front door, where her father was ushering a man she recognized as her uncle phil and a blonde middle aged stranger, whom she was introduced to a minute later. apparently she was rochelle gregorsen, her step aunt. leda had hung around with the three of them for a little bit, pacing around the foyer area happily while they stood near the front door, making small talk, until the movers arrived with furniture, both old and newly ordered, and leda was told to either help or get out of the way.

- - - Having opted to go with the latter option because the draw of the scenic outdoors of valkyrie had been too much for her, leda soon found herself scuttling down her brand new driveway, her thoughts racing a mile a minute. there were just so many things around her, all of them vying desperately for her undivided attention... she was doing her best to try and create some sort of filter for them in her head so that she could try and focus on one thing at a time, but she was not having a great deal of success. so her thoughts were pretty much flying haphazardly through her head, which she blamed for her near collision with the big honking moving van that was taking up most of the driveway. she couldn't help but giggle as she took a moment after stopping abruptly in her trucks to avoid walking into the truck before resuming her meander towards the street. she paused once she got there, the spot where the driveway met the road, wondering what exactly she was planning on doing. maybe she could possibly manage to find her uncle phil's house and see if either of her cousins was there... but that would be stupid, seeing as all she knew about the location of that house was that it was within a two or three street radius of this one. she was by no means afraid of getting lost, because she knew that she was almost definitely going to get lost if she started wandering around, but, the thing was, this was a brand new city and... whatnot. but oooh! she could also attempt to find somewhere were food, most preferably ice ream, was sold... that sounded fun. suddenly her qualms about getting lost in a new city were completely and entirely forgotten. she pulled her sweater from its position enveloping her torso and hung it as neatly as she could from her purse because she had a feeling it would be hindering her more than necessary when she had it on, what with the bright californian sun shining down on her.

- - - It took her a while to find her way out of the residential area she was in, but she managed it eventually. all the interesting sights of valkyrian urban life around her seemed to give her infinite patience. she recognized several of the houses she had gawked at from the front seat of the car her father had rented, as well as many she had not gawked at, even though they completely deserved it. geeze, it was so insane, it wasn't even funny. at all. and normally insane things had the potential to be very funny. when she finally found herself in a more commercial, city-like region, she started to keep her eyes peeled for anything that suggested the sale of ice cream. or any other kind of good tasting food, for that matter. when she saw the dunkin donuts building, she was pretty sure that she could hear a faint hallelujah chorus coming from somewhere or other. twenty minutes later found her outside of the doughnut vending restaurant, sitting on the curb in front of the front door because all of the tables inside had been full, working away at her chocolate frosting topped doughnut, jiggling her left ankle and singing the drunken sailor song under her breath. valkyrie was pretty sweet.

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STATUS done
TAGGED open :]
DATE october 22, 2007
ATTIRE here.
CREDITS lyrics by metric, formatting & banner by me.
NOTES it's leda's first thread, yay! make it fun, por favor.[/blockquote]

[Maeghan Harris]

MAEGHAN HARRIS

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SHE'S ONE OF THOSE GIRLS,
THEY'RE NOTHING BUT TROUBLE
just one look and now you're seeing double
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"Well I didn't ask for this either!" The loud shriek of Maeghan Harris rang throughout her brother's large condo as she stormed out of the kitchen, leaving him standing there with a look of extreme frustration on his face. "Wait, where are you even going?" Dustin yelled after her as he heard her swinging the front door open. Stepping out onto the front verandah, Maeghan rolled her eyes. Like he was actually concerned about her whereabouts. Yeah right. He probably just wanted to know in case their darling mother called to check on them again."Out." she yelled back shortly in response, slamming the door behind her. Augh, she'd only been in Valkyrie for two days and already she was looking for a chance to leave every moment she got. Seriously, not only was she in some completely foreign town where she knew nobody except her brother, but exactly that. She was stuck hanging out with her brother whom she hadn't seen in several years and absolutely loathed. God, Dustin was so frustrating. To be honest, as much as Maeghan went on about loathing him, she had kind of been curious and maybe a tad excited to see him after all these years. There had been that small hope that maybe the tabloids were wrong and just maybe he was actually a nice guy.

Pah. That inch of hope had poofed pretty much the second Maeghan got off the plane at the airport and realised that her brother had completely forgotten to pick her up. Asshole. She'd had to endure a very long and painful wait at the airport, meeting some very rude people. Not the greatest impression she had to admit. When Dustin had finally pulled up outside and grouchily told her to get in the car without so much as a 'hey sister, long time no see' or anything like that, Maeghan was only even more infuriated. It had only been two days now and to be honest, not much had changed. That little reunion had been a very good indication of how their life would be, so far at least. Maeghan was yet to say a kind word to her brother and Dustin was lucky if he remembered to say anything at all. It wasn't entirely his fault though. Clearly he was going through a fairly traumatic time right now although that much was his fault, but he was allowed to be a little distracted. Not to mention he’d been living alone for a while now so it was only natural of him to forget that there was another Harris in the house now. But was it really that hard to say good morning to Maeghan or ask her how her trip was? Did he honestly not have any curiosity in regards to her expulsion from boarding school? Maeghan knew that he didn't know because even her parents only knew the very brief details and they'd just told Dustin that Maeghan was moving schools and had to stay with him for a bit. He hadn’t bothered asking questions at the time; he’d been too busy complaining about how he wasn’t in the ‘right frame of mind’ to be looking after his little sister and such. Well he didn’t need to worry since he wasn’t doing any looking after her now anyway. But Maeghan had figured that maybe once they were at Dustin’s house (she refused to call it their house or home since it definitely didn’t feel like that yet) he might feel obliged to ask

As Maeghan marched down the street, her blonde hair whipping out behind her since she hadn't bothered styling it or even putting it up today, she looked at the large houses that covered both sides of the road. Big estates weren't a new sight to Maeghan at all, having being the sister of Dustin Harris meant her family had a house quite similar to these although her parents lived in a massive New York apartment. Her friends in boarding school had all had large estates as well so nothing about this was new. It was almost boring in fact. Where was the real excitement in this town? Granted, she'd only been in this town for two days but so far all she'd seen were big boring estates that were probably filled with stuck up old ladies and their husbands. Yawn. The more Maeghan walked though, the more she started to see the gradual change. After about five or ten minutes, the houses started to get noticeably smaller and suddenly she found herself approaching a row of shops. Maeghan immediately quickened her pace, eager to see what kind of shops this town held. As she got closer though, the scent of fresh bread or something reached her nose. There was a hint of cinnamon there too which only made Maeghan's mouth water even more. She was a sucker for cinnamon, especially cinnamon doughnuts.

Finally Maeghan found the source of the delicious cinnamon smell and pushed the slightly heavy front door of Dunkin Donuts open with a slight air of impatience. As soon as she walked in however, she immediately regretted it. It was packed. Worse than that, it was extremely packed. Maeghan couldn't even see an empty seat anywhere. Clearly this was the place to be which was good to know but annoying because Maeghan really didn't want to end up eating on the floor and she couldn't really be bothered finding anything else now that her stomach was craving a doughnut so bad. So she lined up anyway, tapping her foot impatiently on the tiled surface of the restaurant. Maeghan was a very impatient girl though and after only about thirty seconds she was already annoyed. Clucking her tongue, she gave a glare to the gothic-dressed guy standing in front of her who had turned around to look at her incredulously. "What?" she asked rudely, smirking as he quickly turned back around to the front just in time to be served. He was clearly a smart boy because he made his order very quick and hurried out of Dukin Donuts as fast as he could. Moments later, Maeghan was following his lead back outside since looking for a spot inside was clearly pointless. As she stepped out onto the curb to look for a bench somewhere along the street though, she crashed into something on the ground. "Shit!" she exclaimed loudly, stumbling back and nearly losing grip of her doughnut. Looking down, she noticed a girl sitting on the curb, also eating a doughnut. "Are you trying to kill someone down there?" she asked bluntly, one hand placed delicately on her hip, the other clutching the doughnut as she raised an eyebrow at the brunette. She definitely knew how to start up a conversation.

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STATUS; finished !
DATES/PLACE; october 22nd / dunkin donuts
CREDITS; format inspired by other v-siders. lyrics from 'one of those girls' by avril lavigne. banner by V-VA-VANESSA on Caution.
OUTFIT; tada (:
NOTES; blah sorry this was late. life got hectic and i lost muse </3

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[Leda Wickford-Rose]

( LEDA BEV. WICKFORD-ROSE )
VALKYRIE DUNKIN DONUTS, OCTOBER 22, 2007, EARLY EVENING

go higher than high go lower than deep
keep doing it wrong keep singing along
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leda loved food. food was good. that was actually one of her very many mottos for life that she had come up with. others included but were not limited to "von gogh kicks ass" and "run run run run run" and "sitting still is for old people". she had never been one to care very much about eating healthy twenty-four/seven... far from it, in fact. she adored almost anything and everything having to do with chocolate as far as food was concerned; cookies, brownies, ice cream, doughnuts, candy bars, the whole deal. and she could scarf them down like no other. the fact that she had managed to maintain her figure for her entire life probably had something to do with the fact that she was on the move on the time. oh and the daily two to three hour runs probably had at least a little something to do with it, as well. though the purposes of those things were most definitely not rooted in a simple desire to burn calories so that she could keep her slim and trim figure. the nearly constantly moving thing... that was just self explanatory, what with the adhd and all, she couldn't really help that. but the running, that she did because it made her happy. she really couldn't imagine doing it for any other reason. just like she couldn't imagine being able to bear watching what she ate and trying to avoid the junky, high in calories stuff. the way she figured it, life was far too short to not be eating ice cream.

sitting outside of valkyrie's dunkin donuts, leda was thinking about how very true and pure and probably gospel-esque her "food is good" motto was. she stopped jiggling her ankle and stretched her legs out in front fo her, over the asphalt of the parking lot sanctioned off to the little member of the dunkin donuts chain. bah. for some reason, her legs were seeming exceptionally short. leda rather wished that she had inherited more of her mother's genetics, not because her father's side of the family had been the residence of the "less than vertically blessed gene" (she wasn't exactly sure where she had managed to pick that up), but because her mother had more of a graceful, dancer-y kind of build, even if she wasn't outlandishly tall or anything like that. leda frowned slightly down at her two extended limbs, each of which ended in a bright red ballet flat. oh well. she took another bite of her chocolate covered pastry made of deliciousness and immediately forgot about any irritation concerning the length of her legs that had ever entered her mind. chocolate could do that to her.

after swallowing the mouthful she had just bitten off, leda recommenced singing the drunken sailor song under her breath, looking up as a young woman pushing a stroller went past her and entered dunkin donuts. a moment later, she reemerged, exuding an aura that said something along the lines of "um, yeah, not today". mostly likely because it was hella crowded in there, the same reason that leda was out here, perched upon the curb, in the first place. she gave leda a slightly weird look as she walked away. probaby because of how leda had just hit the "put him in the hold with the captain's daughter" part of the song. haha. she gave the woman a sheepish but cheery smile in a true leda kind of way, but she didn't stop her hushed singing. in leda's opinion, there were only a select few reasons out there, in existence, to stop singing a perfectly good song when you were having a good time. and they were if you got distracted or if something more important came up. like dancing, for example.

"what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do - oof." she was interrupted by the sensation of something or someone colliding with her from behind. the undetermined entity promplty proved itself to be a someone by exclaiming profanely. leda, who had been pushed forward slightly by her torso, stood up on the parking lot asphalt and turned around to face the source of both the voice and the collision, nearly dropping her doughnut in the process. luck was with her, however, because she didn't. which was good, very, very good. a blonde girl who looked like she was probably still in high school stood before her, dressed rather intensely, one hand placed on her hip, the other gripping a doughnut, like leda herself was. "are you trying to kill someone down there?" leda laughed and shifting her weight from foot to foot. "sorry. no, not really," she responded. she had stopped laughing, but she was still smiling. as per usual. "but if i had managed to kill you just by sitting there i think i would have been kind of impressed with myself. no offense or anything." of course not. leda's eyes flickered from the girl to the doors of the building, through which she could see a small toddler throwing her evidently recently purchased doughnut to the ground, stomping on it and then picking it back up and putting it in her mouth. haha. funny, but icky and not sanitary. after a couple of moments she realized that her attention probably should be more focused on the girl who had just collided with her, so she did her best to do so. returning her brown eyed gaze to the blonde on the sidewalk, leda took another quick bite out of her doughnut, swallowed, gave her another quick smile, and held out the hand whose purpose was currently not to hold her doughnut to the girl for a handshake. "hi," she said. "what kind of doughnut did you get?" nice one there, leda. asking for a kind of pastry type baked good instead of for a name. heh.

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status , finished.
tagged , maeghan. <3
attire , here.
credits , lyrics: metric. formatting: me.
notes , haiii.