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Post by Artemis Ellis on Feb 12, 2010 21:22:40 GMT -6
 ( ARTEMIS EVELYN ELLIS )BARE NIGHT CLUB, OCTOBER 12, 2007, EVENINGlife's just an ugly mess, the angry souls in
such distress, still there is a time when
moments can be sweet and it feels like
someone's smiling down on me. . . . . . .school hadn't ever really been artemis's "thing". to put it lightly. it had always just been that stupid annoying place she had to waste her precious years of youth attending every single day. she pretty much despised it with every single fiber of her being. there was a very numerous amount of things that she would rather be doing than being kept locked up in the prestigious valkyrie academy all day long. and it included pretty much anything that did not involve being locked up in the prestigious valkyrie academy all day long. she was pretty sure that there were no words in existence in the english language to describe how extremely excited she was to have only one year left of this crap, high school, before she was done with it for forever and wouldn't ever have to set foot in the academy again unless for some strange reason, she felt like it. but she highly doubted that that was even within the realm of possibility at this point, because artie really couldn't imagine that it was possible to be more sick of school than she was. currently she just wanted out, so she was doing her best to just pass all her classes so she could get everything over with and move on with her life.
she knew she wanted to go to college, but at this point she was still undecided as to which one she exactly wanted to attend. part of her wanted to go back to new york, back to where there was actually weather, back to where she had grown up, but another part of her also really wanted to go somewhere interesting, somewhere she hadn't ever been before. she was pretty sure that she didn't want to stay here in california, because though she'd probably wind up here anyway if she wanted to get anywhere in the world of filmmaking, it just didn't hold a lot of appeal for her. it was okay enough here, but... eh. the only thing that really made her even consider the implications of leaving the state was dj hadley, her best friend, even if he was currently being a dumb drama queen. it would be sad living far away from him and not being able to see him all the time (though that last bit was a bit of an issue at the moment, as well, because he himself was now in college, so she no longer saw him in school and he sometimes went to classes, which rather limited their time to hang out). but still, artie definitely wasn't going to let him become a big factor in her decision making here, because to do so struck her as rather stupid. it was her life, after all, she wasn't going to make a big decision like this concerning it on something like where dj was going to college, even if she did love him. which was becoming quite trying these days, mind you. especially with the stress of senior year; she was finding that, unfortunately enough, that there was less and less homework that she was able to avoid or cut corners on, which had been a big strategy of hers throughout her entire history of education.
which was why fridays were an increasingly treasured commodity for artie. they were each small beacons of hope, alluding to a time when she would be free from the despicable, soul crushing clutches of high school for good. this particular friday, she had rushed home from school more happily than usual, because she had special plans for tonight and she was so eagerly looking forward to them that she had gone through seventh and eighth hour absorbing next to nothing of what her teachers were saying. she got the assignments that had been belted out from a couple of random classmates she zeroed in on who had actually been paying attention. once she had arrived home to the large ellis estate, she had ignored her parents and headed straight for her room, where she spent a good hour or two arranging an outfit. it had felt nice to act more like a girl like that for a while, for it seemed she was doing that less and less lately, and it made her rather sad.
what exactly were her special plans for tonight that she felt it appropriate to spend such a large amount of time choreographing an outfit, you ask? she was going out clubbing at bare, with derek stanwood, the adorable guy she had met at blockbuster last month and been hanging out with from time to time ever since. he reminded her a little of her cousin milo and she was pretty sure that they should be friends, so she was planning on formally introducing them soon and trying to get them to talk. anyhow, anyone who knew derek stanwood would probably be raising their eyebrows at the idea of artie taking him out clubbing, seeing as he was quite opposed to spending any more time than necessary in the modern world, being more fond of practically living at a renaissance fair. and when artie had first announced that he absolutely needed to go out to bare sometime with her, he had point blank refused. but, of course, this was artemis ellis. since when had she ever let something like that hinder her? she had done her best to try and talk him into it for a very long time, until she had finally said fuck it and proposed a match of rock paper scissors; if she won, he had to go. if he won, she wouldn't ever bring it up again... for a while. and apparently fate was on her side for that one, because she had emerged victorious. so, whether he liked it or not - and she was pretty sure that he did not - , she was taking him out for a night of dancing and other fun stuff. because it would probably be good for him.
after enduring dinner with her mother and father (milo was out somewhere with his girlfriend sophie), which was quiet and a little tense, though things with her parents had been surprisingly bearable lately, artie had retreated once more to her bedroom and watched donny darko to kill some time. once it was over, she meticulously did her makeup, something she had been rather neglecting lately. when her face was nice and beautified, she carefully stowed the outfit she had picked out as well as an excellent fake i.d. she had procured from a friend back in new york into one of her over sized purses and headed downstairs, pausing only to tell her parents that she was going over to dj's and that she would be back in a couple of hours. they weren't happy about it because dj hadley was hardly their idea of someone fit to be associating with their daughter, but they let her go, even gave her permission to take her father's bmw. which was nice, because artie had been planning on using it even if she hadn't gotten permission, so this meant that she had one less thing to get in trouble for. the moment she was in the garage, car keys grasped in her left hand, she stripped out of the hoodie, t shirt and sneakers she had thrown on after school and changed into the more club appropriate clothing she had stowed in her purse. she arrived at the stanwood's apartment about twenty or thirty minutes later. she was let in by derek after knocking on the door and pretended to be apalled when she saw that he wasn't dressed and ready yet. however, it kind of made her happy, because it gave her an excuse to pick out his outfit for him. it was a meaner feat to accomplish than she had initially anticipated, however, because his closet yielded nothing more than a lot of renaissance fair getups and very few articles of street clothing. "seriously?" she laughed incredulously. "this is all you own? you're not exactly making this easy for me, you know." nevertheless, after some careful thinking and improvisation, she managed to assemble something that would work. hurrah.
they left for bare once derek was all dressed and good to go. there was a fair amount of parking outside the club for a friday night, surprisingly enough, and a relatively small line of people waiting to gain entry. once they reached the doors, artie flashed her fake i.d. and her most charming smile at the bouncer before being nodded in. "he's with me," she said, her face still fixed into a charismatic grin, grabbing derek's wrist and tugged him inside with her. taking a moment to indulge in her delight at the first sight of the streamlights and all the dancing people, artie turned to her dark haired and unwilling counterpart for the evening. "see? this isn't so bad, now, is it?"
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tagged , derek!
attire , clickeroo.
credits , lyrics: eels. formatting: me.
notes , THIS SHALL BE EPIC. let me know if it all looks good.
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Post by Derek Stanwood on Mar 13, 2010 20:04:12 GMT -6
 •• Derek Stanwood ••
[/i][/b][/font] MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE, COME ON LET'S MAKE
up a dance, and we'll agree to call it the compromise[/center] ------------------------------------------ ------ There was good reason for Derek Stanwood to be as resistant to change as he was. He had finally found a place he had felt safe, so when things had to change he was just terrified of whatever that new situation would mean for him. You know, he lied to Meg. Only ever about one thing. See, they had come here for the purpose of meeting their parents for the first time. Or that was why Meg had brought them here. Derek had been content where he was. Maybe not content but he still hadn't wanted to come here to meet them. Meg was a couple minutes older, they knew that from their birth certificates but he did remember the Stanwoods. Meg couldn't remember their adoptive parents, he didn't remember them well, after all they died when they were four but he remembered them. He remembered his REAL mother's voice as she hummed them to sleep and the way their REAL father smelt when as a toddler Derek would run and hug him after he got home for the day. Little things like that, Derek could recall and they were his parents. His dead parents. Shawn Anderson was not his father, he never would be. Shawn Anderson was a sperm donor.
------ Meg didn't understand that. To her this was a chance to expand the family, to Derek this was her chance to forget her real family, who was there for her through it all. Who was by her side? Who had she protected from the bullies at the group home when they decided he could be their punching bag? Whatever. There were here. He was just trying to get into a routine that was semi familiar to him but he was in a new country and for a boy who grew up either locked in the cellar in a London orphanage or out in a very small rural English village with a town hall smaller than this place's post office, So-Cal as they called was a very VERY different setting for him. He really didn't know what to do with himself, which is why he basically just clung to the Renn fair here. Meg seemed to love it here. She still worked at the Renn fair but she has become even more fashion savy, she keeps hanging out with Shay even though Shay doesn't even know who they are. Shay Anderson just so happens to be their sister. Yeah, they have a sister. A sister their parents actually wanted to keep despite her being born only one year after them. Basically that meant the way he saw it, the Andersons could have taken care of them, they chose not to because... well who knew the real reasons but if they didn't want them then, why would they want them now?
------ The point was that Derek would have been perfectly content to keep things the way they were and Meg had changed them and now she herself was changing, he could see it. They didn't click the way they had once upon a time. So, in attempts to at least keep their relationship the same, he was giving this place a shot. In fact, he had sort of, maybe, kind of made a friend in a girl named Artemis Wallace, who most call Artie. She was nice to him right off the bat, which was new to him, especially from a girl who looked like her. Basically she was gorgeous and that sort of made him a bit nervous. The classically pretty girls didn't talk to him unless they were making fun of him. And there was always the chance Artie was just playing a prank, so he kept his wall up but she didn't seem like that type of person at all but she did want to take him out tonight to a place that haunted his dreams... a night club. The whole idea of it scared the living daylights out of him but he didn't know how to give a forceful no. Believe me, he said no many times but she kept pushing for it and he caved. So she was apparently meeting him here, in the very small cramped apartment he shared with Meg. Meg slept in the bedroom and he slept on the pull out couch which when unfolded maybe left a foot of walking space around it and the walls. Yeah the place was cramped and he was sure many people in this town would be appalled by the idea of living there but him and Meg had spent many nights with no where to sleep but the floor of the group home and even a few nights on the streets when they first left the group home. So as long as they had roof, they were set.
------ Derek sat on the folded up couch and waited with his elbows on his knees, for Artie to come. He was freshly showered and wearing his usual clothes of just his more ragged but semi-normal shirts from fair, when he heard her knock on the door. He stood up and took a deep breath before letting her in. And as soon as she did, she took charge, she didn't seem to realize he was actually dressed and ready but whatever. She went through his clothes, going through was seemed to be a search for anything more fashionable. He had some normal clothes but he doubted they were fashionable. But she looked rather amazing. "this is all you own? you're not exactly making this easy for me, you know." Derek looked up at her as she had looked through his bag of clothes and shrugged sheepishly, "Never really had the need for anything else." Not that he could afford much else either. He stood up straighter as she handed him jeans and his dark grey more snug fit sweatshirt. He glanced back at the woman before shrugging and heading into the tiny bathroom and changing again. Before he knew it they were out of the apartment and on their way to the club she was taking him as his nerves got a bit worse.
------ Derek stood with Artie in line, trying to ignore the barde of beautiful people around him. He practically held his breath as they got to the bouncer, he was only eighteen he can't be there. He looks out of place, in hand me down clothes with this beautiful girl, it didn't make sense, the bouncer would see right through him "he's with me," Derek furrowed his brow confused as they walked past the bouncer into the club, "Really? it was just that easy to trick him?" He asked, his british accent ringing out through every word, his was a fairly strong one. All because of a flirty smile, does the man have no respect for his career at all? Derek let Artie lead him further into the building. "see? this isn't so bad, now, is it?" Derek looked up at the crowded room and the dimmed lights, the loud music blazing across it as an accent to the atmosphere. All these people dancing, rhythmically and very close together. Was it hot in here? Derek had a rather scared look on his face as he shook his head, "You know, I think I've changed my mind, and made a critical step forward by just coming here, I think I can go now, and still say the night was a success." Derek rambled, before looking at Artie, "You have to understand these aren't my sort of people, they don't like people like me, they're aesthetically pleasing and --- my lord are those two... right there! in public? does he had any respect for the type of reputation a girl could get from being so completely compromised?" He asked distracted by the sight of a couple sitting just off the floor in a booth who were, needless to say very heated.
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TAGGED;; Arite<3
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'compromise' the format
CLOTHES;; Most normal clothes he owns, lol
NOTES;; lol yeah Derek's so out of place.
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Post by Artemis Ellis on May 8, 2010 9:21:14 GMT -6
( ARTEMIS EVELYN ELLIS )BARE NIGHT CLUB, OCTOBER 12, 2007, EVENINGlife's just an ugly mess, the angry souls in
such distress, still there is a time when
moments can be sweet and it feels like
someone's smiling down on me. . . . . . . now this, this was the way to be entertaining yourself on a friday night. flocking to a building that played loud music while flashing an olio of colorful lights at you, all while offering up the opportunity to dance the night away in relative style. what more could one ask for? this wasn't to say that artie was opposed to spending the night in - more often than not being epic in the company of dj hadley, her faithful partner in crime - but, what could she say. she was a sucker for a place with a dance floor. it was a taste she had acquired in new york city after being accepted into the popular crowd and shedding her label as the weird, overweight loner. back then, her attitude about actually being able to get into clubs at only fifteen was a bit like derek's. she knew that it was very hip for teenagers to be acting like they were in their twenties nowadays, but she hadn't expected it to be so easy. she got over it quickly, though, because it was quite the confidence booster. not that she had actually ever had a huge problem with self esteem in the first place. she hadn't been the typical tubby girl with confidence issues. she had simply been ridiculously bitter. because that was just part of artemis ellis's nature. she hardly ever found herself at fault or in need of improvement, she usually just got pissed at everyone else for not realizing that. back then, she had known that she was chubby, and she hadn't really cared. it wasn't the end of the world. what she had cared about was how she was ridiculed by her size two peers. the ease with which she had first been able to get into some of new york's posh night clubs with her newfound popular friends had been surprising because it seemed that you could do anything so long as you had the right friends and an appealing figure.
and, at the moment, it was apparent that derek stanwood, her adorable buddy, was not yet familiar with this modern day philosophy (though come to think of it, it probably wasn't very modern day - it had no doubt been around in some extent for as long as people had been obsessive over appearances). but it was just another thing that made him adorable. "really? it was just that easy to trick him?" artie cast him a quick, closed mouth grin and spoke above the considerably audible music. "mhmm. you'd be surprised at how easy some things are when you have boobs." her grin widened to where her teeth were exposed as she cast a glance of surveyal around the club, taking in the bright lights and reverberating music. it was one of those atmospheres that could give you one of those little faux highs. when derek again began to speak, however, she brought her gaze back over to him. "you know, i think i've changed my mind, and made a critical step forward by just coming here, i think i can go now, and still say the night was a success." artie crossed her arms over her chest, a tiny smile still fixed on her face. yeah, that was so not happening. he wasn't going home until she deemed this entire endeavor a success, and that totally wasn't happening until they got at least a little dancing in. "you have to understand these aren't my sort of people, they don't like people like me, they're aesthetically pleasing and -- my lord are those two... right there! in public? does he had any respect for the type of reputation a girl could get from being so completely compromised?"
artie couldn't help but giggle a little at all of his britishly accented ramblings as she cast a look towards where derek seemed to be staring. a young couple was indeed getting rather steamy in a booth just off of the dance floor, with little regard to any sort of self respect either of them might have towards themselves. "uh, i kind of doubt either of them have any respect for her reputation," she said, not finding the actions of the couple terribly interesting or scandalous or anything. though she did rather wish that they would get a room or something. she orientated herself towards derek once again. "and were you trying to suggest that you yourself are not aesthetically pleasing?" she asked, a fake tone of accusation in her plain sounding american voice. "whatever gave you that idea? you're quite cute." she cast another glance around the club. "and what does it matter if these people aren't 'your sort of people'? who cares about them? they're all probably really stupid or something." she uncrossed her arms and grabbed derek's wrist once again. "now, come on. we didn't come here just to stand around and gawk, right?" she let a sly grin take over her face as she started to edge towards the dance floor. "you should dance with me." she knew that this probably wasn't going to be very enthusiastically received, so she attempted to arrange her features into an extremely useful charming, pleading puppy dog look. because, damn it, she was going to get derek stanwood dancing even if it killed her.
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tagged , derek!
attire , clickeroo.
credits , lyrics: eels. formatting: me.
notes , hella late. but i think it turned out okay, seeing as it's my first post in foreverrr. </3
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