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Post by james olly hanover on Dec 6, 2009 15:00:51 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- james walked down the red carpited hallway. he had walked down there many a time before to see his sister. She had given him a key, to make it easier for him to get in if she wasn't, herself. james wasn't so sure at first, she had seemed blunt and sour when she asked if her roommates where cool with it, though he didn't question her, as that was how she acted the magority of the time. He came to their door, double checking the number on the door, to the one he had written on his hand hours earlier. He knocked, to attempt to be polite. He waited for a minuit or so, before knocking again. there was still no answer. just to be sure, he checked the time on his iphone, which he pulled out of his back jeans pocket. they had agreed to meet ten minuits later, he hadn't realised he was so early, but even though, ten minuits before he arrived she should have been home. After one more knock, james desided to fish out the key that unlockked the door, located on his keychain between his own apartment and his work apartment.
With a little force from his arm, the door opened and he entered the open, airy room. before his was a large sofa, tv and coffee table. leading off from the living room was the small kitchin, where he checked for life first, but there was no one to be seen. he called our his sister's name from outside the bedrooms. nothing, still. with a content sigh, he spun on his heals and walked back to the living room, hands pushed down in his pockets. he slumped onto the sofa, his right leg resting on his left, forming a right angle shape. he figgited, unhappy with his position. he kept feeling he was intruding. he looked up, to the tv, desiphering whether or not to switch it on, but desided against it , as not to seem too at home. it was then he noticed a bright painting on the wall. intreeged, due to his own secret double life, and intrest in art, he pushed himself up and studied it, making his own anotations and presumptions about the peice. he smiled, liking it alot. it was then that he heard a noice; a key being pushed into a lock, and being turned. uh-oh!
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[/color]blah, i hate first posts WORDS[/color] 3 9 9 SONG[/color] one for the radio, mcfly TAG[/color] moira[/center]
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Post by moira brigit skarsgard on Dec 6, 2009 16:43:56 GMT -5
There was no food in the apartment. Why did it always seem like there was no food in her house? Moira could have sworn that she had just gone shopping a few days ago. The last time that Moira checked she lived in an apartment with two other girls not two other boys. This was just ridiculous. Someone had even eaten her left overs. The left overs that were clearly labled with her name on it. She had taken a piece of tape and even written a death threat on her meal. She adored the food that was from the little Italian restaurant down the street. She was going to hunt down which ever roommate decided that it was going to be ok to eat her leftovers. She had a feeling she knew who did it. It wasn't her best friend that was for sure. It was probably her other roommate who would use the excuse, "I'm on an all natural organic no carb no meat diet. Why would I want your left overs. Gross." She stuck to that diet about as well as Santa Clause could resist Christmas cookies.
Balancing a bag of groceries on her hip, Moira struggled to open the door. When she did finally get the door open she saw some stranger standing in the middle of her living room looking at a piece of her artwork. Who the hell was this guy and what was he doing in her house looking at her art. Moira had her 'pit bull' face on. This guy obviously was no thief or if he was, he was a horrible one because he was just standing there staring at what he could steal instead of actually stealing it. The question was though who the hell was this guy and what the hell was he doing in the apartment. How did he get in here? Was he Harry Houdini back from the dead? "Who the hell are you?" Moira asked him after putting the bags down on side table. Her hands were on her hips and she raised an eyebrow as if to say "I'm waiting." All Moira knew was that this boy better have a good excuse as to why he was standing in the middle of an apartment that was not his.
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Post by james olly hanover on Dec 8, 2009 11:27:31 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- james turned his head to see who had spoken, followed by his entire body. the girl was reasonably attractive, even though a red head, which many of his friends put girls down for. James liked her hair colour, it was pretty, but he didn't say, that would have been creepy, especially considering the situation. He smiled at her, a big grin while she put her bags on the table. He didn't know anything about this girl, but presumed that she was one of his sister's, emma's, roomates. he didn't know which one. me, who cares who i am? who are you? he said with a cocky wink. he wasn't usually a cocky person, but the situation must have made him feel powerful. small red head vs the guy that had 'broken' into her home, it seemed obvoious who would win that battle.
He took a step forwards, and then another, so he was closer to her, but not a distance he could regret in court, later, if it led to that (which her stance certainly seemed to scream at him). She looked unwilling to back down from her status, she would probably claw his eyes out with those girly fingernails of hers if she could. with a smile, he brushed a curl out of his face. is this your place, little lady?
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[/color]little muse today, just humor (: WORDS[/color] 2 2 2 SONG[/color] kiss my sass - cobra starship TAG[/color] moira[/center]
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Post by moira brigit skarsgard on Dec 8, 2009 12:51:40 GMT -5
What a cocky son of a bitch. He was a stranger in her house and he had the arrogance to question what she was doing here? She wanted to give him a swift kick to the groin, that was what she wanted to do. Then again, he would probably end up pressing assualt charges on her when she was the one kicking some jackass that had come into her home. First her food was jacked by one of her favorite people in the world and now she was dealing with the jackasses in her own home. She really wanted to just come home maybe work on her latest painting while drinking a beer or just sleep. What she didn't want to do was come home and deal with an arrogant jackass. "Don't give me that crap. I asked first. What the hell are you doing here and what the hell were you doing so close to my art." Moria was very protective of her art. It was her baby. Whenever anyone went near it she got protective and jittery. She just didn't want it to get ruined. So the fact that there was some random stranger near her art made her want to hit a wall.
Now he was asking if she lived here? What the hell was wrong with this person. Did he go into random people's houses and demand if the person came home and ask their residents if they lived here when they came home? She was beginning to lose her patience and fast. Moira decided that she wasn't going to dignify the ass with a response, and instead she just rolled her eyes and picked up her bags and pushed past him to the kitchen. She placed the bags on the counter and pulled out a black sharpie. What was the point though. There was obviously someone who wasn't going to head her death threats when it came to her food. It was like Moira even asked for a lot in the first place. She didn't want people to touch the few things that she marked as her own when it came to food. "So I'm going to ask you again. Who the hell are you and what are you doing here? Because to be honest I'm about oh . . . ten maybe fifteen seconds away from kicking your ass out of here."
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Post by james olly hanover on Dec 9, 2009 12:38:35 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- james listened with a smug grin, he had never felt so much pleasure in watching somebody get woah-so stressed out! She was a very pretty girl, with a nice face, but he just didn't like her, and despite his attempts to not judge this book by her cover, he couldn't help but keep his digs steady, and continue to ignore her asking of who he was- but oh, wait! this was her art. this changed everything , in his eyes. he liked it, and with his knowlege of art, beleived others who visited his gallery would too, and his motivation changed, it's pretty good, what did you call it? oh yes art he chuckled , glancing back at the peice breifly. The girl still kept a steady gaze, before pushing past him to where he had checked for emma first, the kitchin. He turned to follow her, and stood behind her as she pulled out a sharpie.
She scrawled her name on a box of something James cared little to check the name of. He wondered what she was doing writing on her food. He didn't ask, only stiffled a laugh. So I'm going to ask you again. Who the hell are you and what are you doing here? Because to be honest I'm about oh . . . ten maybe fifteen seconds away from kicking your ass out of here. He laughed once more, before leaning back on his heels , resting on a counter where a loaf of half eaten bread sat. feisty one, arn't you? he asked rehtorically, i'm james, presuming you've heard of him before? he's supposed to be pretty great he joked , laughing at his own mocking greatness. the expression on the girls face was priceless. i'm joking, gosh! i'm emma's brother, not so much of a threat now am i? who are you, little red ! he teasingly asked, but imediatley regretting it. you should never call a red head a red head, or do you prefer to be called auburn? He looked at her in a faked intressted gaze, he loved this.
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[/color]fun fun fun WORDS[/color] 3 5 0 SONG[/color] vanity kills - codeine Velvet Club TAG[/color] moira[/center]
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Post by moira brigit skarsgard on Dec 9, 2009 14:12:56 GMT -5
Moira was really losing her patience, and it really wasn't a good time for that. She wanted to choke him with a scarf or poison him with turpentine or something. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do yet but she was going to do something especially if he was going to keep talking about her art like it was some third rate knick knack. She had finished putting away all the things she wanted to label for herself such as her favorite Ben and Jerry's ice-cream, fossil fuel, and her wheat thins. They were both late night snack staples when she would get into one of her working moods and simply keep going and going until she would normally pass out due to exhaustion. Moira couldn't count the number of times that she had woken up passed out on the couch or laying on her bed covered in paint.
Why the hell would Moira have known about a James. She was beginning to get pissed off. He was being incredibly arrogant and she wanted to smash his face into the wall. However it all became clear as soon as he said that he was Emma's brother. Of course they came from the same inbred gene pool. Just because it began to make sense to her didn't mean that it was going to change her views on the ass that was currently in her living room. "Oh so I guess that's why it explains you're such a self centered idiot," Moira said as she began to unpack the things that were for all three of them. His comment on her hair color really set her off. There was no way that this man should be allowed to run an art gallery if he didn't even know his colors. "Really are you that stupid? How the hell do you own a freaking art gallery when you don't even know the difference between auburn and red! Auburn is red brown you idiot." Moira simply couldn't stand this anymore. "God I hope your sister comes through the door before I do something that I regret." That was really saying something because normally Moira welcomed the break of having to constantly listen to Emma drone on about fashion.
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Post by james olly hanover on Dec 12, 2009 5:26:10 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- James laughed at the girl. She was certainly trying her hardest to stick up for herself, but it didn't appear to be working, as she was right, he and his sister could be complete prats at times, and this was definitely one of those times. James promised himself to not give in. Though the girl was right about his comments about the colours, but he didn't reply to those comments. He smirked, I own the gallery, i'm not the artist, doll!" he laughed arogantly, not that he was a genious (although it could have been that, too) but that he was lying. The cheep thrill that it gave him that he knew he was the artist, just under a different name, and that would be how it would stay, especially to this little cow who knew emma, who knew their father. James dreaded to think what would happen if his father found out about his art.
With a slight content sigh ignoring her threats, he started to walk over to the fridge, where he started to pick up and look at various items , before replacing them in the same place. So you seem to know an awfull lot more about me than i do about you. . . he said calmly, putting some jam back in its rightfull place you never told me your name,but yet i told you mine. He started to juggle some cheese, with that constant cocky smile he had worn throughout almost the whole of the conversation Which of those lovely roommates are you, that emma always talks about ?
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[/color] not so great, sorry(: WORDS[/color] 2 6 5 SONG[/color] little lion man - mumford & sons TAG[/color] moira[/center]
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Post by moira brigit skarsgard on Dec 13, 2009 6:07:05 GMT -5
James just bought the art. He said it like was some valid excuse for not knowing his colors. It was worse then when people didn't know that it was impossible to make blue. She bet this nimrod wouldn't know his secondary colors from his tertiary colors. And then of course there was that laugh. She was going to rip out his vocal chords. She was putting away some fresh fruit into a bowel and that was when she had finally had enough. Moira had reached the end of her rope, actually she was surprised that she hadn't gotten to the end of her rope earlier. This man was infuriating with his sheer stupidity. He was trying to be a shmooze and that was just annoying her even more. Like he even cared about who she was. No doubt that he was just going to make fun of her name or do something stupid or just disregard it entirely. She hurled the red apple in the general vicinity of the peon's head. She really didn't care if she hit him or not.
"God do you even hear yourself when you talk!" Moira asked him. "You come into a house unannounced and you act like you freaking own the place! You are udder and completely arrogant. You have no respect for anything. You're just as bad as your sister but at least she owns up to it every once in a while and I can respect her for that. You. You just keep on going acting like God there aren't even words to describe you." Moira was pissed that he was able to get this much rise out of her. She wanted to beat him slowly and painfully. "And how do I even know you are who you say you are? For all I know you could just be saying that you're my roommate's brother on the off chance that a I have roommates and b that one of them has a brother." That was going to be Moira's justification for throwing the apple at his head. Moira didn't even really care that she now had some sort of off handed justification. She threw the apple because she wanted to and it felt good to do it.
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Post by james olly hanover on Dec 14, 2009 15:31:58 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- Time slowed down, but still was odlly fast, and jumpy, almost as if it were buffering. The apple hurtled towards james as he turned to protect his oh so perfect body. it hit him on the shoulder, and as it did so, time sped up again. He laughed that arogant laugh. He glanced down to the apple, and up to his arm, placing his hand protectivly over where it had made contact. He frowned and looked up at the girl through his eyelashes, that wasn't very nice now, was it? He smirked at the girl, before crouching down to pick up the apple, dropping his hand from his arm as he didn't really feel that much pain. As he rose to his feet again, the girl exploded.
God do you even hear yourself when you talk! You come into a house unannounced and you act like you freaking own the place! You are udder and completely arrogant. You have no respect for anything. You're just as bad as your sister but at least she owns up to it every once in a while and I can respect her for that. You. You just keep on going acting like God there aren't even words to describe you.
James was kind of struck back by that speach. His eyes grew wide with astonishment as it went on, she honestly hated him, and James didn't blame her. Although, he did think the apple, which he still had in his hand, was a little unfair. nd how do I even know you are who you say you are? For all I know you could just be saying that you're my roommate's brother on the off chance that a I have roommates and b that one of them has a brother. James couldn't resist himself, he had to laugh, she was being rediculous, she had completely gone insane, the pretty little redhead was a mad woman. He smiled more that he knew he had evidence that he was who he said he was. He had his mobile, with Emma's number in, he had Emma's name in general and Emma's birthday. He just couldn't resist that smile he held. Do you really want me to list all the reasons you can know I am Emma's Brother! He glanced to the apple in his hand, also, where is your bin, you might now want to keep this, got a split down the side
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[/color] wordcount is minus your speach (: i love james <3 WORDS[/color] 3 2 6 SONG[/color] kiss my sass -cobra starship TAG[/color] moira[/center][/quote]
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Post by emma laine hanover on Dec 16, 2009 1:19:21 GMT -5
Emma Hanover was marching her way up to the apartment she shared with two other girls that she considered to be her best friends. Friendship had never been one of Emma's strong suits though, unless she included herself into the mix, then she supposed she made a pretty good friend for herself. She always had her own back, always watched out for herself, and always did the best she could to make sure things went her way. A friend for others though? Well, she was less then ideal. She tried, but was often too self-absorbed to really care about those around her. As she climbed up the steps, since she wouldn't take the elevator because she wanted the exercise, something suddenly occurred to her. She was supposed to meet up with her brother soon, he was going to stop by at the apartment. At the thought, she wrinkled her nose. It wasn't so much her brother that made her nose twitch, but the thought of her family in general. She currently wasn't speaking to her parents, she was still rather upset at them that they had cut her off from the family funds.
When Emma Hanover moved out on her own from her house and began going to college, getting a minimum wage job like a normal girl was something that she had never anticipated having to do. She hadn't expected to have to get a job until she was out of college and planned on until she was in Hollywood with the latest and greatest stars, giving fashion advice to them or traveling abroad to places like Paris and Milan to be around the very latest in fashion, perhaps even tangle with modeling at one point or another. Growing up, she had always had access to as much money as she wanted, it was an understatement to say that Emma was spoiled. She was a girl that the term 'born with a silver spoon in her mouth' was made for. After her father had put his foot down though, she had been thrown into the real world and she couldn't say that she liked it very much. The only person from her family she still tolerated was her brother, because she wasn't going to go back to her parents until she was successful on her own, to show them that she didn't need their money...because then she was hoping they would be so pleased with her, that she would be able to have access to the accounts again. Or, she was hoping that they would get tired of her not talking to them and then try to buy her back, which would certainly work just as well, and the one that she was aiming for more.
Once she got to the door, she twisted the knob and stepped inside, a bit stunned at the scene in front of her. James was standing there wearing his rather frustrating smile that she often wanted to knock off his face when it was aimed at her, and Moira was in the kitchen and appeared to be livid. "Do I even want to know what's going on here?" she asked a tad hesitently. It was a weird scene to walk into, she didn't mix her family and roommates, and had completely spaced on the fact that she had given James a key in the first place. Emma didn't really wait long to turn her attention to James. "Okay big brother, look," she said, spinning around a moment before facing him again. "I'm healthy and still breathing, isn't that what they want to know? Daddy sent me an invitaion for Christmas--and you can tell him to shove it, I'm not going," she said, setting her purse down and crossing her arms. She was rather childish in ways especially when in the presence of her family. Something else struck her, the fact that she was still holding onto a bag. She worked at a clothing store in the mall, but the bag was not from there. Emma had made a stop at one of her favorite shoe stores coming home and had picked out a pair of Manolo Blahniks that she definitely could not afford. Her eyes widened for a moment as she rushed off to her room without a second thought, determined to hide the bag, and hoped that she was quick enough so that Moira wouldn't notice. Emma was on a budget these days and wasn't really supposed to be squandering her money on things like shoes when she had trouble buying necessities--but they were so cute! What was she supposed to do?
NOTES: I asked Marv if I could throw Emma in here because I haven't found anything else to do with her yet, hope it's okay!
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Post by moira brigit skarsgard on Dec 18, 2009 17:57:10 GMT -5
Frustration was an emotion that Moira didn't like to experience all to often. She would much rather just go without the damn thing. She had a bad enough temper on a normal day but it was easily fed and it seemed like all James wanted to do was feed the flames of her anger even more. It was like it was the only thing James wanted to do and she didn't understand why. What was the point of pissing her off by being a monumental jackass. Was that what this guy did for kicks. Either way it was going to have to stop soon. She was inches away from throwing something else at his head. "Maybe you should list a few ways that you are actually Emma's brother before I get the urge to throw something at your head that's a little more dangerous then just a stupid apple." As if on cue Emma came through the door with a bag. Moira didn't give it as much consideration as she normally would have if she hadn't been pestered by the ass in her living room.
"Speek of the devil in Prada," Moira said. Before she could even ask the question if she were related to James she answered the question. Hmm the ass was telling the truth yet Moira felt no guilt for being on the defensive for so long. After all she had never met Emma's brother. She didn't talk too much about her family. It wouldn't be like if Emma came home and she saw her brother in the livinkg room. Her brother was a regular fixture in the apartment. He came by quite a bit but then again, her brother lived on the second floor. No doubt he was there to check up on her to make sure that everything was ok. She didn't mind so much because whenever he came to check up on her she got to check up on him. She watched as Emma made a mad dash to her room and Moira knew that it could only mean one thing.
"Emma Laine Hanover get the hell back here! Don't you dare think you're getting away with that. There better not be clothes, shoes, or anything frivolous in that bag!" Moira went after Emma and followed her into the room. Emma was struggling as it was she doubted that she could afford to buy anything else. She looked at the bag seeing some insanely expensive designer's logo on it. "Really? You couldn't have gone to DSW at the very least if you were going to give into shoes?" Moira asked her eyebrow raised. "Well at least I know where you get your infuriating behavior from," Moira said. "No offense but I can't imagine growing up with that." Moira sighed at the whole situation but at least now that Emma was home she was essentially off the hook. "Those are going back by the way even if I have to take them back for you."
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Post by james olly hanover on Dec 19, 2009 6:43:34 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- James turned to his sister. He looked at her pretty face, and pictured his own next to hers. He could see the girl's, whose name he still didn't know, point. they hardly looked alike. Though, surely their similar personalities surely must have added up to something, even James knew they could both be arses as times, that was what caused the majority of fights when they were kids, that they both argued and neither gave in at their fights. sure, ems, will do my best he answered her, with a quick see i told you so look at the girl.
Emma walked away, in somewhat of a hurried panic. James smiled, knowing almost instantly what she would be doing; hiding one of her more expensive purchases of the day. Emma was so predictable at times. The girl, who james had now thought of countless nicknames he could call her to enfuriate her, followed hastily, ranting about something to do with shoes and various shops he had never even heard of. James took this opertunity to quickly locate the bin, and dispose of the apple in it. After he had quickly rinsed his hands under the tap, aswell, he followed Emma and the girl. No offense but I can't imagine growing up with that.Those are going back by the way even if I have to take them back for you James emerged at the door, and leant against the wooden frame. i think you'll find i am exedingly pleasant to live with ! He paused and smiled, emma, seeming as she wont tell me herself, and i think adressing her as red head was a little harsh, tell me what lil' squirell's name is ? He let out a tiny, but still manly, laugh.
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[/color] i actually have no muse recently, im so sorry, all thats in my head is snow. WORDS[/color] 2 9 2 SONG[/color] somewhere else - rasorlight TAG[/color] moira[/center]
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Post by emma laine hanover on Dec 23, 2009 9:24:04 GMT -5
Attention was something that Emma thrived off of. She took such good care of her appearance because people noticed her more that way, she wasn't just another rich blonde in her mind, she was a blonde that had a wonderful sense of fashion of her own. She did what she had to in order to receive attention, she blamed it on how she grew up. She always had every need attended to, and now that she didn't, she had to get that feeling somehow. Whether it was making an everyday situation a lot more dramatic then it had to be, throwing a fit when she didn't get her way, or even going off her budget to buy some shoes, Emma fulfilled her craving one way or another. A light frown creased her forehead when her brother didn't take part in her game though. When she said she wasn't going to Christmas, what she had wanted was for him to ask her to go anyway. It made her feel important and stroked her ego, but it didn't happen like that. Instead, he said he'd pass the message along. "James!" she exclaimed in frustration. "That's not what you were supposed to say, you were supposed to ask me to come. I see how it is though and that's fine, I really won't come to family Christmas then!" she told him. It would probably be easier that way and besides, it might get her some more attention from her parents if she actually continued to stand her ground.
Emma let out a small squeal when Moira came after her, as she attempted to shove the shoe bag under her bed before Moira got to her. At least one person knew how to play her games, even though Emma didn't really want to have to take the shoes back, she couldn't deny that she liked the whole drama of it. "But Moira," she pouted, although she knew the girl was right. She couldn't afford it even though she wanted them desperately. On the other hand, fashion was always changing so was it really worth it to keep them in the end? The fact that she even considered such a thing for even a moment went to show that Moira was slowly chipping away at her thick skull, but she had quite a long way to go before she actually used the small bursts of practicality. She brought her finger to her chin, contemplating quickly a way that she might be able to win. "They're a Christmas present," she said, even though they were definitely a cute pair of shoes for herself. She was trying to find a leg to stand on in order to rationalize and fight what she already knew was a losing battle.
Emma scoffed lightly when James said he was pleasant to live with. He was her brother, why would she agree to something like that? Before she could comment further on the matter though, James posed a question to her that made her forget about the shoes for moment as she looked back at him and tilted her head. "What are you talking about? She is a redhead, why would that be rude? In fact, I think that red hair of hers is one of her best features, it's such a pretty shade and even if she doesn't always have the best fashion sense, she always has that to fall back on in a way...oh, her name? Moira," Emma said, revealing her roommate's name without a second thought.
NOTES: Sorry it took me a while to reply, I was having issues with my muse.
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Post by moira brigit skarsgard on Dec 28, 2009 16:28:13 GMT -5
Emma would follow a set of steps when it came to getting her shoes or anything else that she had purchased against better judgment. Emma might not like that she couldn't buy whatever she wanted whenever she wanted anymore but the blond had a seriously problem and she had asked for Moira's assistance and so Moira was going to give it to her. Moira was used to a tight belt and she was also used to dealing with crap handed out by others. She was not affected by whining, pouting or doe eyes because she was the baby girl of the family and she employed all of those tactics to get what she wanted when she was a child and she would be damned if she was going to let someone like Emma use them on her and get the desired result. "Don't you give me that!," Moira said when the whining started. "You know it doesn't work on me so suck that lip of yours back in." Next step would be the cover up which was a Christmas present? Yeah a Christmas present to herself that was for sure. "We put a limit on what you could spend on Christmas presents and Minolo Blaniks do not fit in that limit and you know it!" Moira felt like she was living with a child but with her brother's behavior and socialization skills, Moria was starting to understand why Emma acted the way that she did.
Speaking of the devil, he had decided to follow and of course his next words were going to make about as much sense as the previous ones and make her want to throttle him within an inch of his life. "Squirrel? Are you kidding me? I thought all you well bred money mongers were supposed to be good with your words and subtly piss people off not have the vocabulary and tact of a village idiot." Moira wanted nothing more then to have her unwanted guest to leave. He was being nothing more then a foolish boy and she had no clue how in the world such a person could even exist. This wasn't even the charming kind of infuriating where the person might have just been joking but seemed like they didn't do this on a regular basis or that they at least didn't do it just for the kicks. James was being incredibly infuriating and it seemed like he was just doing it for fun, and while true he was pissing her off, she doubted that he would have been able to do it had she not come into the house to find him inside acting like he owned the place.
"Well I'd love to stay and chat but it seems like I have to run into town now," Moira said and snatched the shopping bag before anymore arguments could be made about her being able to keep the precious shoes. "Next time you want to give the key out, can you at least let us approve of the guy first? That way we won't have to worry about incidents like this anymore." Moira requested before leaving Emma's room. No doubt the receipt was still in bag. It's not like Emma cared to keep track of her finances, if she did she wouldn't be in this jam of hers. However, if it wasn't it wasn't as if Moira didn't know her credit card number by heart anyway with the amount of times she had to keep tabs on it. "Oh and don't think that shiny little piece of plastic of yours is safe, because it's not. When I get back it is so taking a time out in the freezer." Moira grabbed her coat and her keys and was out the door.
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Post by james olly hanover on Jan 8, 2010 16:06:45 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- James smiled with over the top happiness when moira announced she was leaving to go into town. He loved this girl! She was so easy to mock, it made him feel superior, and her reactions just made him want to do it more. He waved as she left, with a little chuckle under his breath. What an eventfull day he was havng! He could hardly say he didn't enjoy that, but he couldn't help feeling a little bad for the girl. He knew that if he was in her possition, he would have reacted the same way. She was definetly strong willed for standing up for herself, and if it was anyone else standing in her house, they'd probably have run of crying, but James was way too good for that.
James sat back down on his sister's bed, and smiled. So that's Moira, hey? he asked, practicallly asking for her to start moaning at him. He smiled his usual cocky smile. So, are we off out then? what do you wanna do? He asked, looking Emma steady in the eye. He had completely forgotten, if she had asked at all, what Emma had wanted to do. He just knew they were going to spend the day together, and with the little red head, Moira, still on his mind, James wasn't sure he'd remember any time soonn, before he was persuaded into shopping, or coffee to check out gorgeous guys, which he hated. the thougght of Emma, his sister, liking a guy. . ugh.
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[/color] i am very sorry for being so slow WORDS[/color] 2 5 4 SONG[/color]starstruck - 3OH!2 TAG[/color] emma[/center]
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