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Post by Margaret Stanwood on Aug 15, 2010 0:07:30 GMT -6
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------ Margaret Stanwood, who most simply call Meg was standing in the small bedroom of the apartment she and her twin brother rented. The place had three rooms if you counted the bathroom. It was small cramped and run down but it was enough. Derek, her brother slept in the living room, on the pull out couch. Although during the day it stayed collapsed in the couch because when it was out there was only about two feet of walk space. Meg could be demanding and she did have dreams to take the world by storm, be at the top of the heap, world famous, she wanted everything but for now, she was fine with only a little. She didn't need much. Although honestly, had had hoped to move in with the Anderson's. Perhaps it was naive of her but she had been hoping that once they found out, they would welcome them with open arms and Derek would be overcome by emotion and drop his anger and they would all hug and be an actual family. Stupid, she knows that but whatever, you can't blame her for trying. But that was far from what happened. Meg had been hanging out with Shay when Derek came to pick her up. He came in and Shay invited them for dinner with their father, of course she didn't know it was all of their's father but Derek didn't want to an before she knew it, she and Derek were arguing and it all came out. There wasn't much else to say, other than maybe, she thought that it was what she needed but everything was still screwed up. She knew Derek loved her but she needed more than that. She needed to know that her birth family thought about her at least once and awhile. Meg needed people to approve of her. It was a compulsion and the drive behind wanting to be a star. She loved the acting, she loved acting all on its own but she definitely wanted the prestige and fame along with the successful FILM actress as opposed to the stage. Not that she didn't love the stage too. But there was a different level of being known.
------ If she made it big, no one would care about mistakes in her past. Meg blamed her birth parents for giving them up but the rest of her troubles belonged to herself. Somehow it was her fault the people who initially adopted them, the Stanwoods, it was her fault they died. It was her fault she was adopted and he wasn't and they were therefore separated. She should have done something to prevent the adoption and then she would have been there to stop the man from hurting Derek and they would have been family all of their lives. She would never have been the reserve wife. Her second adoptive parents would never have been able to let their son touch her. She would have been better. She should have been better. It was her fault, all of it. But that was just one other reason she had to come to Valkyrie and bring her brother despite the kicking and screaming. If she could get them to be a family again, a real family with parents, another sister, the whole she-bang than maybe, just maybe it would help make up for her mistakes. You know? Maybe if she could make the broken family, and fixed one everything would be okay. Everything would be better and she wouldn't feel so lost and alone all the time.
------ Meg looked at herself in the mirror as she pulled a black sweater on over her tank top. Believe it or not it was cold in their apartment. Freezing even. Usually it was really hot, even with the little window air conditioner blasting. But today it was snowing like mad in California. It didn't make any sense. Figures once she comes it snows. Not that she doesn't enjoy snow but unlike half the native Californians, she had actually seen snow almost ever winter in England. Plus side was that she didn't need to go buy new clothes for warmth, she already had them. It was all about layers for the record. She kept the sweater unbuttoned and grabbed her coat off the bed as she walked out into the main room to see Derek taping some fabric over the windows to help insulate, if the place had heat it hadn't been turned on yet. Derek looked over at her and saw her putting on her coat. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "Where are you going in this weather?" her twin asked her as she pulled on her coat and began buttoning it up. Meg nodded and gave him a frustrated look, she wasn't frustrated with him though. She put up her index finger to say hold on and walked into the tiny little kitchen area and grabbed a teen magazine, she tossed it on the side table near where he was taping. "Look at this, page 13." Derek looked at the magazine confused as he cut the tape and set it down, his job only half done as he lifted teen-zine and flipped to page 13. Derek raised his eyebrows as he saw a picture of his sister walking next to someone named Dustin Harris, saying he may have a "new victim"? What was that supposed to mean? "I would have thought you would be happy to be in a magazine. But Who's Dustin Harris?"
------ Meg smirked slightly, "That would be a teen superstar." She replied, "And usually I would but I don't want to become known as the side kick to some teen star arse who thinks it's alright to hit his girlfriend and has only ever starred in B-grade movies no matter how popular he is." She added quickly, her accent getting stronger through her frustration, she took a breath before shrugging, "That plus I am no ones victim." The truth was, she wouldn't mind mooching off his fame a bit if he wasn't so annoying in person, she was ambitious and determined and isn't fame sort of an "end game" industry? But he was arrogant, hot headed, oblivious to what a tool he could act like. She had only met him by mistake a couple times but it had been enough but if he was spinning anything... bloody hell. Derek nodded, "Yeah seems like it. But what are you going to do?" Derek asked handing the magazine back to meg who rolled it up and put it in her coat pocket, letting it stick out as she wrapped her scarf around her neck before tucking it into the neck of the coat, "I'm going to go talk to him, tell him to leave me out of his lime light." "You can't do it when its not storming?" Meg gave him a look and he nodded, when Meg had something on the brain that was the end of it. She said goodbye as she pulled on her mittens before opening the door and making her way to their rather beat up red truck.
------ The storm was just building up at this point, she had no idea it was going to be getting so much worse as she made her way to Dustin Harris's place of resident. She parked the truck. She crossed her arms over her chest for warmth before she made her way to his door and rang the bell before knocking on it hard. Not exactly in a patient mood. She pulled the magazine out of her pocket. With in a couple moments the door opened and she saw Dustin's face, albeit a handsome one, didn't matter right now. She walked inside quickly to get out of the cold, she held up the magazine, "What is this?!" She asked annoyed and sort of hit his chest with the magazine as she handed it to him. Meg pulled off her gloves and stuffed them in her pockets, "It better be just paparazzi being arses and even if so this is one of the few reasons I really do mean it when I tell you to bugger off." She said plainly, the snowflakes in her black hair beginning to melt away.
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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; the epicness of dustin
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'n.y.c.' by kevin rudolf
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; yay excited
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