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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 18, 2007 17:06:53 GMT
One would think that after being kicked out of eight or nine schools in the past seven years that the girl would need help...like home schooling or...boot camp, but no one did anything to control her. At seventeen, Emma was still out of controll and troublesome. Headstrong and what one may see as very confident. No one knew that the model was very insecure and frightened.
Still, there was something strong about her...beautiful and dark. It was almost as if she was hiding something and pretending she wasn't the girl she was. It was obvious to all who knew her reputation that Emma was laying low and trying to avoid being noticed even as she walked around in her rebellious, but fashionable clothing that made her stand out in this small school.
At least it was lunch and she could sit and eat. The school was a small arts school for talented artist such as musicians, singers, painters, dancers, photographers and other artistic sorts. Emma got in with her singing voice and stage acting, but often kept to herself, as she was now, sitting at a table alone with a slight sigh.
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Post by Lauren on Nov 18, 2007 20:20:39 GMT
Doug Penhall paid for his lunch and picked up his tray. He turned around, scanning the room for the girl they were supposed to be babysitting. Penhall hated these kind of cases, he wanted to be out in the field beating up bad guys, not sitting around waiting for something to happen. But it had to be done, and so here they were.
Penhall spotted the girl, he nudged Hanson in the ribs with his elbow and nodded across to where the girl was sitting. Doug took his tray and put it down on the table heavily. "Mind if we sit here? No? Good," Penhall said, sitting down on the bench.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 18, 2007 20:28:50 GMT
Hansom smirked and sat down together with Penhall. He wasn't sure wether this was the right way to get closer to their project, however they were all just 'high school kids' so there was no need for anyone to get suspicious. Hanson took a big bite from his sandwich as he glanced at the girl. He chewed on the sandwich while looking back to himself again. He wore his nerd-typ of clothes, trying to infiltrate into the school he wore a paintcovered t-shirt and torn jeans. It still looked good on him  but in a different way. "What's yer next class, man?" He asked Penhall, since the 'boss' split them up for a better view in the school madness. |
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Post by Lauren on Nov 18, 2007 20:33:33 GMT
"Algebra," Penhall groaned, taking a large bite from his sandwich, not bothing to swallow his mouthful before speaking again. "Wanna trade?" He smirked, knowing Hanson was the nerdy one out of the pair.
Penhall watched the girl out of the corner of his eye. Somehow they had to get close to her without looking suspicious. But then again, she was sitting on her own in at lunch time, while the rest of the tables were pretty full. They had to pick somewhere to eat their lunch and this was as good a place as any, it was suspicious at all, he decided.
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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 18, 2007 20:54:14 GMT
Emma looked up from her book. 'Beg pardon?' she asked not liking the attitude of this one already. 'I didn't reply, therefore, you can assume the answer is "no".'
She had a stern expression on, like a woman who didn't like being told what to do or someone else invading her space. It was also a face of someone who had grown up too fast and was never able to be a kid. Her brown eyes burning with a slight fire of resentment as she saw them sit down.
They didn't look like artistic sorts or even the kind dedicated enough to be at a competitive art school. What were they expressionist painters? Rock band sorts? Either way, they were barking up the wrong girl to be friends with. Most other students knew to stay away from her because of her reputation of getting into fights and being kicked out of boarding schools in the UK.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 19, 2007 16:35:38 GMT
Hanson shook his head "Nah, I have expressive painting next" Hanson rolled his eyes and looked back at the girl who finally spoke up "Yeah well all the other tables are occupied and I don't think it's too bad if you share your table like a good social student" He smirked
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Post by Lauren on Nov 19, 2007 16:41:01 GMT
"Urg," Penhall groaned. "Not fair. Why couldnt I get expressive arts?" He grumbled to himself, Fuller always seemed to stick him algebra even though he Penhall hated it. Why is algebra even an option in an Arts school? He rolled his eyes.
"I would've thought you'd appreciate the company of two young, care-free students such as ourselves," Penhall said, grinning at the girl, with bits of sandwich stuck between his teeth. "We're so much fun once you get to know us," He smirked, hoping the girl would take the bait.
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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 20, 2007 0:48:40 GMT
The British girl looked them over, with a sigh as she noted that people were looking her...or rather their way. 'It isn't good to draw attention to yourselves here,' she said seriously. 'Especially being around someone like me.'
It sounded like a warning, or a threat...which ever way you wanted to take it. Emma certainly was no a damsel in destress or even a naive looking thing. Granted, she wasn't at all the sort that they would hang out with...alright the cute one maybe...but she wasn't the friendly sort. No one wanted to be friends with someone like her...with her reputation presumably. No one could say anything nice about her besides that she was pretty, fashionable and always smelled nice.
Emma glared for a moment longer before she went back to eatting her lunch of sushi before adding, 'If you think knowing you would make me feel better...suit yourselves. I certainly won't protest even if I don't have much to say.'
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Post by Lauren on Nov 20, 2007 11:52:31 GMT
Penhall looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow. She seemed ... normal, in a way ... boring. Not like anyone else they'd met in this school. It was an art's school, everybody was trying to be an eccentric. Fuller hadnt filled him and Hanson in on why this girl needed to be protected, they were just told to do it without questions and so here they were.
"Is that sushi?" Penhall asked, looking at the food she was eating, trying to engage her in conversation even though she said she might not say much. "I never could understand sushi eaters ... it's all slimey and raw fishy ..."
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Post by misselizabethswann on Nov 20, 2007 12:08:49 GMT
She gave him a look as if he knew nothing. Sushi was something that you couldn't get frequently or even as nicely as the kind that she had. 'For your information, it isn't "slimey" or "raw fishy." Sushi doesn't always have to be fish as mine isn't.'
She looked him over, obviously on the defensive. Someone who didn't know her better, would have thought that she wasn't very nice or that something was bothering her...as of now, no one really knew or understood her. Other people who knew who she was figured that she was just a diva because she of her job as a model. Humanity wasn't exactly something most teenagers were capable of...especially it seemed to her.
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but in a different way. "What's yer next class, man?" He asked Penhall, since the 'boss' split them up for a better view in the school madness.