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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Feb 27, 2013 8:52:38 GMT -5
Zilya sat quietly in front of the computer. Most of her clothes had been destroyed, leaving the girl with some shabby looking rags for clothes. She was still incredibly grateful for them. All she had were the clothes on her back and her father wouldn't have cared if that was all she had while she was at Pinewood. Linda, his wife and Zilya's step-mother was nice enough to sneak her a few old things. They were big but they would do. So here was the blonde seventeen year old, sitting at a computer in the tight black pants she wore on the light over here two weeks ago, and an old gray sweater that she decided to put a few holes in, in order to salvage it and make it somewhat fashionable. The thin Russian still had heels on at least and the make up that she managed to keep thanks to it being well hiding in another compartment of her bag. Her father had been too enraged to check it thoroughly. He only grabbed an armful of clothes and burned them. Zilya was thankful that he hadn't done anymore damage but it wasn't so bad. She had a few things and her uncle had already sent more. Zilya just had to wait patiently now for her things to arrive. She clicked and opened her facebook page, scrolling through the news feed. Zilya used to be popular. She used to post about her life and the fun things she was doing but for the last two weeks there had been nothing. She had been locked away in a tower like Rapunzel. This was the first she had managed to check her page.. Her friends had sent her messages the first week. Asking how things were and what she was up to.. But then they stopped. It seemed that everyone had moved on. Not one word was said about her and she bit her lip, scrolling through and seeing nothing. No one was worried, no one seemed concerned anymore.. She closed the page and sat back. She knew she could easily send a message and tell them everything was fine but that would be a lie. She preferred wallowing in self-pity over the fact that no one cared or even missed her now. She stared at the screen, wondering what to do now.. Check her emails? It would no doubt be empty.. Go online? No, she didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. She just sat there and stared a the screen, wondering what to do. Outfit |
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Post by dandelion 'rou' stark on Feb 28, 2013 20:41:30 GMT -5
 ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: zilya Words: idk Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: see pic + flowery jeans Notes: sorry it's crap ;A;- - - - - - - - - - - - -
dandelion hummed softly to herself as she walked through the building trying to decide what to do today. she'd arrived just two days before and for the moment wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her free time. she could go outside, maybe, but then again she wasn't sure she wanted to here, since apparently there were dangerous people here. a frown fixed itself on her usually peaceful face for a moment before she gave a slight shrug and continued walking still thinking of the options available to her. eventually, after going through the mental list she had she decided the computer lab was her best option and so eagerly headed in that direction.
a very soft sound broke through her ever so slightly parted lips as she began to sing softly to herself while walking, her eyes taking in everything she passed, a smile firmly on her face. she didn't want to give people a bad impression, since she would hate for someone to dislike her for some reason. rather than being forgotten or hurt she'd rather just be alone to begin with. eventually she stopped and opened the door before stepping inside. her feet were bare, of course, and she tredded lightly, tiptoeing her way inside - though there was really no reason for the tiptoeing.
she came to a stop just inside the room and looked around curiously. she hesitated for a split second seeing the other - who she automatically assumed was female though said nothing, instead she just made her way over to another computer and signed on. she wished she had her minecraft here, but her parents said she'd only get her laptop sent to her if the staff informed them that she was well behaved etc. she hoped that wouldn't take too long. until then she was happy enough sitting on youtube and watching lets plays, and music and funny videos from and about supernatural.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Feb 28, 2013 23:16:16 GMT -5
Zilya was so sure that there was no reason for her to be here. It had been a confusing time for her when she was younger but her mother always made things seem alright. She always told her that she was a beautiful girl and that it didn't matter so much what anyone else though.. Still, it was hard not to take those words personally when they were so negative. It was worse still that it had come from her own father. The last thing Zilya remembered was him driving away when she was six. He was around but he wouldn't come and see her or her mother.. And then he left the country.
It was sad to think that he could be so horrible to his own child but he had two more now. Zilya clearly didn't mean anything. It only made her feel worthless, like her whole existence was starting to fray at the edges. She had no one but her uncle and she barely even got to speak to him. The blonde glanced around the empty room. She felt so alone here. She had no friends and no inclination to even try and make any.
Zilya usually looked neat and near perfect in her attempt to look like just another beautiful girl but it had been two weeks of hell and dark roots were starting to grow in again. She had to get her hair done but that was the least of her worries right now. She couldn't afford to do much of anything. Her father wouldn't give her any money. Her uncle would send some if she asked but she couldn't bring herself to. He had already done so much to help her and she couldn't possibly ask for anymore.
She turned when she heard someone at the door. Zilya's make up was enough to change her look completely. It hard not to think she was a girl. She smiled a little at the stranger to show that she was no thread. The girl looked young and small as she moved to a computer.
Zilya stood at about 5'11. She couldn't really help her height. Her mother was tall and her father wasn't but it was still in her genes. Though she did love her heels and in them she would be over 6' tall which was a bit much for a girl but when you did modeling it wasn't such a big deal. Before her mother died, Zilya had done quite a few photo shoots and mostly runway work. It was fun and she had friends there. It always made her happy to know that she had people around her who accepted her and it felt safe there but all of it was taken away from her.
She sat there, hunched forward over the screen, just staring at it before finally opening solitaire. There wasn't really much else to do. She began clicking and dragging the cards over to where they needed to be. She bit her lip, tasting the cherry lip gloss. It was a nice pale shade of red and it was one of her favorites. She looked back over at the girl. She wanted to say something but she couldn't think of anything. Zilya was usually a happy and social person but she just wasn't feeling it today. Still, she wanted to push herself to say something. "Hello," she said quietly in her thick Russian accent, even her voice had a soft feminine tone to it. It wasn't quite as high a pitch as most girls would have, not even that close, but it was still far from sounding like a guy.
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Post by dandelion 'rou' stark on Mar 2, 2013 11:21:52 GMT -5
ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: zilya Words: 300ish Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: see pic + flowery jeans Notes: bleh- - - - - - - - - - - - -
rou looked to the other girl once as she sat there, waiting for the computer to work. she tried not to stare and to just look the other over for a moment, trying to judge whether or not the other was safe. however, she did end up staring a little but was quick to turn away and fiddle with the computer mouse and keyboard, setting them how she liked. once that was done she smiled. she shifted a little before taking hold of the mouse and clicking to open a web browser. that done she pondered for a moment before typing in google and searching 'free online games'.
she did that purely out of boredom, because well, she didn't want to watch videos and disturb the other girl - since as face as rou knew other girls didn't like videos games and stuff. or at least, other girls she met didn't. she shifted a little and tucked some stray hair behind her ear before clicking on an option that came up. she was quite happy to just sit there in her own little bubble not thinking anyone wanted to pay attention to her anyway, since she didn't even try to make friends, like ever.
however, when she heard the greeting her full body turned in the chair. first she looked around the room, wondering if someone else had come in, or was in there that she hadn't already noticed. seeing no one she gave a slight hesitation before looking to the girl with a small smile. "hello..." she mumbled as she sat there, her teeth finding her lip for a moment as she tried to think of something else to say - assuming zilya had heard her in the first place because she really did speak in a soft voice, barely more than a whisper. "i... uhh... i'm rou." she nodded.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 2, 2013 11:32:28 GMT -5
The younger blonde was staring but Zilya was used to that for whatever reason. Sometimes it was because she was thin, tall and looked like a model, or because they recognized her from the runway or a magazine.. Other times it was because she was just pretty and strangely statuesque and deserved the stares. Rarely, when she didn't bother with her hair or make up or clothes, there would be stares because of her androgynous look. There were all sorts of reasons and after a while, it just stopped bothering her.
The other girl seemed so much younger but it was probably because she was and she just looked so small and innocent just sitting there like that. It reminded Zilya of her little sister.. The one she never got to meet. She quietly wondered what the girl might even look like.. She wasn't even allowed photographs of her half-siblings. She would never be allowed to meet them.
Zilya hadn't expected the girl to turn completely towards her but she did and the Russian teenager just watched her for a moment. The little girl said hello and Zilya offered her another smile. Zilya was a good person, or she would at least try to be. She would never knowingly hurt anyone, it just wasn't in her nature. "I am Zilya," she told her in that Russian accent. "Have you been here a long time?" she asked, wondering if the girl was also new to Pinewood, she did look young and might have only just started.
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Post by dandelion 'rou' stark on Mar 2, 2013 20:09:38 GMT -5
ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: zilya Words: idk Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: see pic + flowery jeans Notes: bleh- - - - - - - - - - - - -
for rou, people staring a was a weird thing. she tended to spend her time alone, thus avoiding the stares of other people. so it probably didn't help that the few times she was forced to be around people she was teased and called names just because she didn't fit in, because she wasn't 'normal'. now i'm not saying it was ever completely serious. they never touched her, it was just the name calling and sometimes they hid her things. but she always got everything back without trouble and only went to a teacher once because really it was only the name calling that bothered her, and even that only bothered her a tiny bit. especially in proportion to hetty having a boyfriend. that was just, the worst thing ever to rou.
rou frowned a little as she sat there, playing with a few strands of hair as she did. though it'd only been two days she really wasn't too keen on this place. she just wanted to go home, she didn't see why she should be in a place like this. whatever this was. she had a feeling, after some careful and secret observing of people, that she was in some sort of asylum, though she wasn't at all sure why. a soft sigh slid passed her lips before she shifted and looked to zilya. "pretty name," she smiled her eyes wandering the room slowly as she listened to the russian speak before she blinked and shook her head, "third day." she responded, her voice remaining soft and calm, bordering on eerie.
rou coughed lightly into her hand as she sat there before tucking the stray hair's behind her ear once more, "what about you...?" she asked after a while her mind wandering for a moment of the thought of possibly getting her hair cut since it was starting to annoy her. she quickly decided against that though because she liked how it felt when she was outside and there was a breeze. she also thought it would probably make her feel quite cold having less hair, besides being sent to this school was change enough for now. she shifted some and swung her legs, her eyes flicking to the screen before she moved her mouse to click to go back to google, not liking that website after all.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 3, 2013 6:08:27 GMT -5
Zilya smiled at the girl. She seemed really nice and everyone here had seemed nice so far. It was hard to remember that this place had bad people too. Perhaps they were all just really good at hiding the truth. Either way, Zilya didn't see it and she wouldn't bother trying. It was easy enough to just accept that everyone was nice, at least for now.
The girl was smiling but like Zilya, her eyes said something else. She wasn't quite so happy to be here and the only reason Zilya had even picked up on that was because she felt exactly the same. It was nice enough here and it was certainly better than living with her father but there was no reason for this. She didn't think she deserved to be told that there was something wrong with her. Zilya would have been happy to continue living her life the way she had but her father refused to let her do that. All the horrible things he said had cut her deep enough that she was starting to believe him.
"Second," Zilya told her. She was quiet but Zilya could understand that. She was a stranger to this girl so why should she say much to her? "I think a lot of people don't belong here," she said just thinking out loud, in a way trying to let the girl know that she didn't think she belonged here and perhaps the girl might feel the same?
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Post by dandelion 'rou' stark on Mar 5, 2013 15:38:29 GMT -5
ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: zilya Words: 300ish? Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: see pic + flowery jeans Notes: delays, soorry~- - - - - - - - - - - - -
seeing zilya's smile rou couldn't help but return it. it wasn't a huge grin, like tae min would give, she wasn't that sort of girl. but it was a soft and gentle curve full of kindness and meaning. because that's all she was really. just a quiet girl who liked video games, tv series' and wasn't a fan of shoes or change. whats wrong with that? nothing i tell you. there's nothing wrong with being a little different. not in her mind and not, for the most part, in her sister's. unfortunately rou's parents had a problem with it.
that problem they had with their youngest had meant that she was sent here. now whether this stint in the apparent 'hell' that was pinewood would actually give her problems well, we'll find out one day won't we? let's just hope she doesn't change yeah? even if quiet children are a worry and a bother. since you know, they are the ones who are apparently most likely to turn around and go all batshit murderer on everyone. or are they? if you ask me, that only applies in some cases. zilya and rou for example, are anomalies to that... idea.
as zilya spoke rou returned to reality with a shake of her head, not realising she'd zoned out until she heard the other. second day, ah, so they were the new girls then. it sucked being the new girl, especially when you weren't like everyone else. she blinked before smiling and nodding in agreement. "i think you don't." she nodded, not seeing zilya as anything but a normal, if slightly older, girl. "where... where are you from?" she asked curiously trying to place zilya's accent and not wanting to be offensive.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 5, 2013 18:35:33 GMT -5
The girl smiled a little. It was nice. It was a sign that Zilya wasn't too intimating or frightening, not that she was that way very often but some people were a little intimidated, guys especially. Some just couldn't help it being around a tall modelesque blonde who was taller than they were and seemed more confident.. Not that the confidence stayed. Things were different here and after that first two weeks with her father, Zilya had changed a little. She lost her confidence and sense of self. She didn't know what was alright and what was wrong anymore. Everything he said contradicted with everything her mother had taught her growing up.
Zilya smiled back when the girl nodded. At least she seemed to agree. Zilya was aware that there were some people here who really did have problems but she just hadn't met them yet. So far, everyone had been nothing but nice to her and she appreciated it and wasn't about to take it for granted. She knew those bad people were still out here somewhere and she just hoped never to cross paths with them.
"Russia," she told her with a smile, recalling all those happy memories, "I was model there. It was nice," she told her, remembering all the good times and all the friends she had and how happy she had been just going to school and shopping and walking down runways. It was the life that some people could only dream off and she got to live it.. but then it was all cruelly taken from her after her mother died. Her uncle managed to keep her there for a year, not wanting her to have to live with her father. He knew how bad the man could get but it was inevitable really. "Then they made me come here," she added, the smile fading a way. She didn't want to feel like this again. "But it's not so bad," she said, putting on a well rehearsed smile for the girl. "There are nice people here. Like you," she told her. If you pretended to be happy, it would eventually come to you. Zilya planned to test that theory out.
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Post by dandelion 'rou' stark on Mar 5, 2013 19:47:30 GMT -5
ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: zilya Words: 359 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: see pic + flowery jeans Notes: sucky ;A;- - - - - - - - - - - - -
a very soft and tiny giggle slid through rou's lips as she sat there, her mind wandering ever so slightly as she remembered something funny from the last supernatural episode she'd watched - she of course wasn't laughing at zilya. she'd never dream of actually laughing at another person, that would be mean and cruel - at least in her opinion. the only time she'd ever laugh at a person would be if they were suppose to be being funny- like a comedian. or that time jensen ackles 'performed' eye of the tiger on the set of supernatural... yeah. that's a moment to go down in the history of comedy in her opinion - and mine to but shhh. anyway. she was quick to cover her mouth when she realised she'd made a noise rather than laughing to herself about the memory. "sorry." she said in a quick apology, scared zilya would think she was mean.
she shifted a little, not finding zilya intimidating at all, she didn't feel like there was a reason to be intimidated or scared of someone who seemed so nice. she blinked, her eyes widening slightly, "russia? wow... that's far." she nodded, not having a problem at all with making friends with someone from so far away, why should she? she spent her nights talking to people from all over the world. "a model? really? my sister's a model." she nodded, smiling, "her name's hetty." she added before shutting up to listen. she frowned a little before shifting some, "no, it isn't bad here." she smiled, "you're nice to." she informed the other girl really wanting to be her friend.
after a moment she shifted and looked at the computer screen before clicking another link them looking back at zilya. "how old are you...? i'm fourteen." she uttered after a moment's silence, her hand back on the computer mouse, though her attention was mainly on zilya since she thought that if she made a friend she could see in person it might make her parents and the doctors and therapists here happy.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 6, 2013 9:38:07 GMT -5
Zilya wasn't bragging. She just really liked her life before. She was like any other typical teenage girl who loved fashion and talking about boys. Modeling was like a dream come true and she had all these amazing friends that she worked with. Having all of that taken away from her had been a huge change, one that she was still getting used to.
Zilya just smiled at the odd sound and the apology. The girl was a little different but she seemed nice. She was just a little girl, Zilya was sure that there was absolutely no danger here. Everyone was a little different sometimes and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Zilya nodded at that. "It feels more far away," she said, her English still needing a lot of work. What she meant was that it felt even further than it was.. It seemed like a whole lifetime ago that she was there when it was really only just over two weeks.
Zilya grinned at that. "Hetty? I like that name, it's nice," she said, it sounded different and different was usually a good thing. Being unique made you stand out and Zilya had something that was most definitely unique.. As much as she didn't want it, it did get her a bit more attention than most others. "What kind of modeling?" she asked. There were just so many different types, it was hard to know.
"Thank you," she said with a smile. Everything was going so well. So far, Zilya really couldn't complain. It was lonely most of the time but when she did have conversations, they were always so nice. Especially that Lukas guy she spoke to. He seemed really nice and he didn't even care about her.. reason for being here. That was always a plus.
"Seventeen," Zilya told her with a smile. "I can't wait to be eighteen," she let her know, "Then I can do whatever I want," she said, and what she wanted was to get as far away from her father as possible. The money she was suppose to inherit who come to her then and she already had plans to move back to Russia and live there and perhaps continue modeling.
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Post by dandelion 'rou' stark on Mar 30, 2013 18:47:47 GMT -5
ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: zilya Words: --- Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Outfit: see pic + flowery jeans Notes: sucky ;A;- - - - - - - - - - - - -
rou shifted as she sat there, her eyes wandering between zilya and her own computer screen as she decided on what she wanted to do on it. she nibbled on her lip slightly, eyes on her screen before she turned her head back to the russian girl and brought her hands back to herself, beginning to fiddle with her clothes. by fiddle with her clothes i mean prod at the flowers on her pants through the cuffs of her jumper. she sighed ever so softly to herself before blinking and looking at zilya. "i bet it does..." she muttered, not having that problem of course since she was born and raised in america. she tilted her head at zilya before nodding and smiling, "i like hetty's name to. nicer than mine." she responded before straightening her head. "it's much nicer than my name. my name's just weird."
"I'm not sure, magazines i think..." she responded with a shrug. she smiled brightly at zilya, "you're welcome!" rou said as she kept prodding at her own legs. "seventeen? that's cool." she giggled before tilting his head a little, "i'm still a long way off eighteen..." she mumbled, pulling her legs up to hug them, forgetting for a moment about the computer. "what do you want to do when you get to leave here?" she asked, genuinely curious. "i think i want to be a game designer." she added after a moments thought before falling silent, waiting expectantly for the older girl's answer - if she would give one that was.
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Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Apr 4, 2013 4:52:05 GMT -5
Zilya was usually a social person. Being new didn't suit her at all and being lonely and somewhat depressed was just wrong. She needed to get over it, move on and be herself again. Taking to this girl was actually starting to help with that.
"Yours is pretty also," said the Russian teenager. "Rou is a pretty name," she told her. It was different and different was nice. It made you stand out. Zilya's name wasn't completely uncommon but it worked.
She smiled at that. "I have done some magazines, it is fun," she said cheerfully. It was a lot of hard work too but it was fun. Zilya just nodded at that. Eighteen felt like forever to her too but it really wasn't. Just another eight months and she could go back and live with her uncle. He already said that she could and it wasn't as though her father would care. He hated her and she didn't understand why he wouldn't just let her go home. Maybe it was just a control thing.. Maybe he was just embarrassed about being her father.
"Game designer sounds fun," she admitted [[and -V-'s other half actually is a game designer >_>]]. She thought for a moment before answering. "I don't know," she said. "I just want to get away from him.. I mean.. here.. Get away from here," she said, slipping up with her words. She actually didn't mind it here other than the fact that she didn't have friends and they spoke English more often than she was used to. It was just her father she needed to get away from.
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