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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Dec 29, 2008 14:20:58 GMT 10
e l l a T O R R E SAnd why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,-- As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed------------
Ella had wanted a quiet afternoon in the park. She had a Shakespeare monologue to learn before her next vocal workshop, and she had intended to spend the afternoon in the shade of a tree, rehearsing her lines. Of course, she could have done this on campus, but Ella wanted to be somewhere that she was less likely to run into a friend and get horridly side tracked. Like she tended to do. So Myrtle Edwards park seemed like the best idea. Yes, it had seemed like a good idea. That was, until she actually reached the park and was faced with a mass of noisy beer drinking co-eds.
Well. That’s what she got for not paying more attention to what was happening wasn’t it? It was actually rather stupid of Ella to not have known Oktober fest had been on really. Considering it had been talked about for weeks by many students. After all, an excuse for public drunkenness was favoured by a lot of the older students. And the younger ones who risked being caught in favour of drinking. What was she supposed to do now though? She had two choices really. Find another place to study her lines, or ditch the school work and join the fun.
With a small smirk on her lips, Ella chose the latter. Stuffing her monologue back into her knapsack and taking a few long steps into the park. Dark eyes scanning slowly. Taking in the new features of the park. While Ella had, on occasion, had a drink, she wasn’t really the sort to risk drinking in public. Considering she wasn’t twenty one yet. However, that did not mean she couldn’t enjoy the fun now did it? After all, there was more to life then alcohol. Yes, girls and boys, you actually can enjoy yourself without the help of booze.
She must have known subconsciously that she was going to do more then study at the park, because she had decided to change from her sweatpants into a nicely fitted pair of jeans and a peasant top. Sure, her hair was still up in a messy ponytail, but that seemed to be the fashion these days didn’t it? Plus, the silver hoops in her ears looked rather cute right? Well. At least she looked decent and not like some ugly wench. Not that anyone but Ella ever thought she looked like a wench. But then the girl did have a habit of being hard on herself.
Now she had made the decision to stay, there was only one more decision to make… What to do first?
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Post by juice on Dec 29, 2008 17:09:20 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide Oktoberfest. The perfect way to drown sorrows of past Octobers. Was Callie there? Of course. After classes, this was her life. The drunken sway of the crowd always drew her in. How could you tell it was Oktoberfest? The loud German music, the teeter totter of the tents, the smell of beer, and of course, the drunk patrons. Was she one of them? Of course. Even before she'd turned twenty one, she was here. It was a good way to forget. It was a good way to meet people. And it was a damn good way to get free drinks. Come to think of it, Callie hadn't had a free one in a while, and she was close to short on cash. Was it time to hit the ATM? Psh. No way.
She swayed her way over to a drink tent, smiling happily at the handsome male tender. "Hey, could I get a drink? My friend's dog ran away and she's just not having a good day," Callie calmly explained, as if her friend's dog had actually skipped town. It didn't hurt for her to smile a great deal and give the man a small wink. She rested her hand on her hip, feeling the leather of the belt to her jeans against her skin. "Please?" her lower lip jutted out slightly, giving the 'poor me' look to the bartender. It appeared to have worked, because a moment later, the man came back with a pint of fresh, German beer. "Danke,"
[/i] she grinned, getting into the festivities with her slight accent. Was there a friend with a lost puppy? Hah, who was she kidding? Callie sipped at the beer eagerly, already feeling slightly buzzed. She swayed along with the music pumping from the speakers for a bit, before milling through the crowd and finding a spot outside all of the hubbub. It was best not to get the drink spilled over her new black halter accompanied by a black Columbia fleece. But, of course, Callie would probably be smelling like booze a week after the event was over. She needed to do laundry now as it was. She sipped at her beer casually, looking around at the grounds. Before she could think twice, the beer was nearly gone. Damn. Callie frowned at the foam that lined her glass. Why was the beer here so much better? Sighing, she turned around to get a refill, but came face to face with Ella, which subsequently caused the rest of Callie's beer to fall just between them, splashing both of their jeans. "Shit," she said. "I'm sorry... I need to watch where I'm going. Did you need a beer?" It was the only way she could think of repaying the other girl for Callie's clumsy spill. No one could turn down an invite for alcohol.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Dec 30, 2008 12:22:51 GMT 10
e l l a T O R R E SAnd why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,-- As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed------------
Of course, it didn’t help that Ella hadn’t exactly been watching where she was going at all either. She had been too caught up in the atmosphere of the place to even realise someone was going to step into her path. However, as she felt a slight splatter of cold liquid on her jeans, Ella turned her head and found herself face to face with Callie. While Ella didn’t exactly know the blonde, she knew of her. It was hard not to know of girls like Callie. They were always talked about, and if you read Sally Sekrit’s blog, you’d have to know Callie.
Ella glanced down at her pants. Assessing the damage. It wasn’t too bad. Sure there was a bit of spillage but nothing to drastic. The jeans were still wearable at least. It would be a rather sad position to be in if they were too wet to keep wearing. Wet jeans were really uncomfortable to wear too. Once, when she and her siblings went to a theme park, they decided to start the day with a water rapids ride. Ella, who had unfortunately been wearing jeans, spent the rest of the day rather uncomfortable indeed.
Her reverie about wet jeans broke off when she heard the blonde start to talk. Ella snapped her head up, to look at the other girl. A smile tugged on her lips as she shook her head. “No it’s fine, I wasn’t watching either.” Even if that wasn’t the case and it was completely Callie’s fault, Ella wouldn’t have minded. It’s not as though it’s a big deal. The beer would wash out and no one was injured, so it would be rather petty to be upset over it. Well, Ella knew that others might not take such a Zen approach, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to let herself get upset of a bit of spilt milk.. or beer as it were.
At the offer of a drink, Ella bit her lip and gave a shrug. “Well, I’m not exactly drinking.. So yeah..” she trailed off lamely. Not completely sure what else she could say. It wasn’t that Ella wanted to seem ‘cool’ and didn’t want people to know she wasn’t drinking, it was just awkward to turn an offer down from someone.
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Post by juice on Jan 1, 2009 7:08:22 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide Callie usually wasn't this clumsy with her surroundings when it came to carrying alcohol. That took an amount of skill that could only be acquired through years of drinking at extremely crowded parties. She could usually dodge an unsuspected person with no problem. But today, her coordination was a bit off, ending a bit badly in a spill. Her first spill of Oktoberfest. It was an event to be marked on the calender and to be followed by many other spills. She glanced to Ella, not really recognizing the girl but figuring that she didn't know half the people on campus. Oh well.
She then glanced from her own jeans to Ella's, assessing the damage as well. It wasn't too bad; not the worst that Callie had ever seen. Oh yes, there'd been worse spills that she'd caused. But this? Oh, it was just a minor dab or two. No big deal. The Vanderbilt set down her drink on one of the unoccupied high tables and began to whisk her hand over her jeans. As long as the beer didn't soak through, it was all right. She was slightly surprised that Ella wasn't more pissed than she acted. Callie had once come face to face with a frat boy who threatened to throttle her into next week because of one of her little accidents.
"No, I was being stupid. I should've actually turned around before I turned my beer..." she muttered, turning to grab her now empty mug. "I should know better than that." Callie couldn't help but smile a little. She'd had all this training in drinking and she still spilt. Maybe the girl was more drunk than she thought. But she wasn't feeling the good feeling yet, it was just a little fluttery buzz. Half-way between sober and drunk. This was probably the best way to feel, regardless.
Callie nodded. It didn't matter if Ella wasn't twenty-one. Hell, Callie Vanderbilt had her first drink at age fourteen with her sister. Now those, were good times. "All right, well come on. I'll buy you a good, fresh, German beer," her blue eyes turned bright as she took the other female by the hand and led her into the crowd and towards one of the stands.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 3, 2009 11:46:14 GMT 10
e l l a T O R R E SAnd why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,-- As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed------------
Ella frowned. The other female didn’t seem to get it. She wasn’t not drinking merely because she was underage, but because she didn’t want to. The dark headed female stared blankly at Callie for a moment. Wondering if the other girl understood what Ella had said and was choosing to ignore it, or if she was a tad… stupid. Now, Ella didn’t want to be nasty to Callie, even in her thoughts. It was just, when someone says they aren’t drinking, who then offers them a drink? Most normal people didn’t anyway.
Ella watched, slightly bemused as the other girl took hold of her, ready to lead her off to some beer. The way the Porte Rican saw it, she had two options. One was to refuse and stand by her morals, possibly upsetting the blonde. The other was to go along with it, just to seem polite. Wow, was that what peer pressure was like? Ella tilted her head to the side. Growing up where she did, and having the same friends most of her life, peer pressure had never really been an issue before. It was an interesting feeling actually, trying to decide between keeping a peer happy and sticking to her ideals.
The decision making didn’t last long for Ella though. Even if she was a people pleaser, she wasn’t one to do something she was dead against. Well she wasn’t dead against drinking alcohol. It was more like she was dead against drinking it for the wrong reasons, and drinking it to seem polite was a wrong reason. Making up her mind, Ella shook her head and pulled herself away from the other female. Firmly, without being aggressive. “Actually, no thank you. I don’t really want a beer..” She issued Callie with a polite smile, hoping she wouldn’t take the refusal the wrong way.
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Post by juice on Jan 4, 2009 6:41:25 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide No one could resist a drink, right? It was one of those things that not many people could refuse from Callie. If she fucked up, she had to repay. And the only way she really knew how was by offering someone alcohol. It solved most problems. Like, 'Oh shit, I just rear-ended your car, let me buy you a drink.' That was how her world revolved. It was how she didn't get into much trouble with anyone. Callie had her ways of paying people back, but she rarely handed out money. No, just a drink or two to settle the score. It made everyone happy... usually.
Ella was tentative, though. Different than all the other people that she'd spilled on in previous occasions. It wasn't just an offer; she'd shove the beer down the person's throat if she had to get the point across that she was sorry. That was just how Callie worked... everything could be solved with the right amount of alcohol. She refused to take 'no' for an answer. She had to feel that her apology had been accepted. And that could only be felt by a casual drink. She was weird like that.
Had she said no? Had she seriously just done that? Callie's mouth fell open for a brief moment before she shook her blonde head, laughing slightly. "Don't be silly, I at least owe you a beer after spilling on you," she said. It was the polite refusal before Ella gave in. Everyone did it just to see her beg for forgiveness a bit. It was a struggle, sure, but eventually the Vanderbilt got her way. It ran in her blood. She always did. It didn't really occur to her that Ella wasn't taking the beer because she didn't want it, Callie believed she was only doing it to spite her. She was narrow-minded that way.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 6, 2009 12:17:26 GMT 10
e l l a T O R R E SAnd why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,-- As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed------------
Ella stared for a moment. Now she really had to wonder about the Vanderbilt’s brain. Was she just so one track minded the words ‘no thanks’ didn’t register? It honestly caused Ella to question how many times the older blonde had actually been told no in her life. Probably not enough, and the times she had been, she’d probably got her way in the end anyway. Ella shook her head at her own thoughts. She felt slightly guilty, thinking such things. She couldn’t help it though. What else was one to think, faced with such a situation?
Though Ella disliked to judge people so quickly, she was finding more and more discontent growing towards Callie, the longer the encounter lasted. One thing Ella did not appreciate as a personality trait was the inability to respect other people’s choices. It was one thing to ask if a person was sure in their decision after being offered something but what Callie was doing was bordering on obnoxious. Ella could feel her annoyance rising. Which honestly would not help the situation at all. She’d just have to stay calm, and find some way for the other girl to understand that no meant no. Without causing a scene.
Pulling a horridly forced smile to her lips, Ella shook her head yet again. “No no. Honestly It’s fine. You don’t owe me anything.” She bit the inside of her lip slightly. Not really sure what else she could say to actually get her point across without sounding rude and forceful. Yet still standing firm. If that was even possible? “Besides that, I’m not really in the mood to drink. So yeah. Forget about it.”
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Post by juice on Jan 9, 2009 7:50:23 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide Okay, maybe she was being a little dim at this point. But there were two possible explanations for her actions. One was the plain fact that she was drinking, and when Callie drank, she assumed that everyone around her wanted to be in on the party. Everyone simply had to have a drink. Otherwise, it was just a little drag. The second reason was that, as Ella expected, she really hadn't been told 'no' enough in her life to really recognize when someone was becoming irritated with her demeanor. She had a mental block, so to speak, where the world 'no' meant, "Well maybe". It was just something etched into her brain.
So someone not drinking at Oktoberfest? Well that was a certain block that Callie couldn't get by. Seriously? Why was the other girl here, then? Had she wanted to get spilled on? Or, what was the deal? Maybe she was being a bit cynical, but what was the point in coming? Callie hadn't seen her in any of her journalism classes, so Ella wasn't doing any kind of society article. A confused look crossed her features as she leaned on the bar that the beer stand provided. Something like this just... baffled the girl. She was relatively bright, but not about social situations like this.
Callie recognized the forced expression that Ella pulled, a frown now tugging at her lips as she removed her hands from the bar and placed them on her lips, her eyes narrowing. Ella didn't mean to sound as if she were rejecting Callie's offer of apology, it was just the Vanderbilt being a Vanderbilt. "You're sure? I mean, it is Oktoberfest. You could at least get into the festivities," her tone was cool as she kept her eyes square on the girl before her. Callie always got her way. Always.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 10, 2009 7:22:22 GMT 10
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Alright, now Ella was getting more then a little annoyed. Get into the spirit? The brunette raised a sceptical eyebrow. Working hard to keep any look of distaste off her features. “Sorry? Here I was thinking that the whole point of Oktoberfest was to celebrate the German culture?” As much as she fought it, sarcasm crept into her voice. If she were German, she might be offended that some bratty American thought all there was to the culture was a lot of beer. Well that could be said about a lot of cultures though couldn’t it? I mean, it definitely seemed that the American culture was so much about drinking, yet she was sure most Americans would be mortally offended if that was suggested.
“There are plenty of ways I can get into the spirit. Enjoying the food, the music. I even think I saw some craft markets further on in the park selling German made things.” She gestured to somewhere behind Callie. Sure the female hadn’t noticed any of these other things, opting to head single mindedly straight for the beer. Typical. Ella shook her head slightly, fake smile drifting from her features. “I honestly think there are better ways for me to ‘get into the spirit’ that don’t involve such a disgusting after taste and loosing all control over myself.”
Ella eyed the girl evenly for a moment. She hadn’t meant to make such a snide comment like that, but Callie was just.. getting under her skin. If she had of just accepted the ‘no’ first off, everything would have been fine, and they may have even found something they could both enjoy to do and it may have started a new friendship. That was a big maybe though, and considering Callie had been daft and wouldn’t leave it be, any hope of that happening was flittering away. At least today. Maybe if they met again and things went differently there would be some hope.
Ella bit the inside of her lip. Perhaps the last comment had been a little much? “I mean… It’s just not my thing.” she tried to offer a genuine smile. “It’s not like I hate those that drink. I mean, I drink at times, I just don’t want to right now..” Sure she was back-peddling, but Ella wasn’t the sort to pick stupid fights, and her comment had just been asking for one.
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Post by juice on Jan 12, 2009 13:09:10 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide Usually, no one dared to take a tone with her. No one really wanted to pick a fight with her. She just had that sense of power over everything that backed people off. Well, that was how Callie felt anyway. This was probably the first time that anyone had talked back to her since freshman year. And this girl? She wasn't even a senior. "Yes, and that German culture involves beer," she shot back, eyes narrowing. It was Oktoberfest. And what was Oktoberfest known for? Girls in those German dresses carrying around huge mugs of beer for people to consume. Who really believed that it was a celebration of German culture? Everyone knew it was about the German beer.
"So you came to the beer tent? Clever," Callie scoffed, glancing around at the other vendors next to them. Sure, there were other things around Oktoberfest, but the beer tent was the biggest and the most attended. Ella must've had things backwards when she thought of Oktoberfest. And maybe, Callie was a little drunk on her reasoning. "Well excuse me and the other fine people here for having a good time," she said, hands motioning around.
If she would've taken the offer of beer, they didn't have to get into this mess. If someone was going to be a bitch to her, she was going to bitch right back. And with a few in her already, anyone could bet that Callie wouldn't let it drop. She crossed her arms over her chest, figuring that what Ella had to say next would be another hit in her direction. Crossing her arms was the perfect defense, and as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, Callie figured she looked downright petrifying. She'd tried to be nice, but it just didn't work.
The girl smirked a little as Ella seemed to back off of what she was saying. "Then I guess you picked the wrong tent to be in, sweetie," she said slowly, the smirk growing on her face. "Because this tent, this one right here, it's filled with gallons and gallons of German beer. The exact thing that you just can't seem to stand. Maybe you made a wrong turn?" She turned back to the bartender as he passed her a beer. Sipping at it, she stared the other girl directly in the eye. "You can go back to the craft fair now."
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 14, 2009 21:05:34 GMT 10
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Ella was at a complete loss really. It seemed that no matter what she said or did, Callie wasn’t going to let up. And now she’d gone and made the girl angry. Ella shook her head a little. She was over it really. What more was she supposed to do? Grovel at Callie’s feet and beg for forgiveness? No. Ella wasn’t that sort of girl. Besides, ignoring that last slight she hadn’t done anything offensive. Unless of course Callie belonged to some strange culture where it was offensive not to drink beer. That would be unfortunate for her, considering a lot of people didn’t like beer.
“Oye with the poodles already..” the youth muttered under her breath. Giving her eyes a slight roll as the blonde launched into a string of snide comments. She hadn’t entered the beer tent. It was one of the first near the point at which she had entered the park and she had paused by the outside when blondie had crashed into her. It was completely different to the way Callie was making it out. She hadn’t just vaguely ambled into the beer tent. She had become sidetracked by walking past it. That was it. Side tracked by looking at the many other great things the fest had to offer.
“You know, you might want to be careful who you say that around. You might upset some actual Germans claiming that their culture is just about beer.” There she went again, shooting her mouth off and making the situation worse. Ella really needed to stop herself from talking. Or at least saying things that made everything so much worse. “Pendejo..” she cursed herself under her breath. Ella had an annoying habit of slipping into her parent’s native language when she was annoyed, or wanted to say things others couldn’t understand. The only person who tended to know what she was saying was Charlie.. well some of the time he did anyway.
Letting out a sigh, Ella took a few steps backwards. Trying to opt out of the conversation. Only, she couldn’t just walk away. As that definitely would be rude. She knew herself though, and knew that hanging around wouldn’t be a good idea. “Uh.. yeah.” She said slowly, chewing the inside of her cheek. “I’ll go ‘back to the craft fair’. Have fun killing of brain cells yeah?” Oh Ella why? Why did you add the last part? You silly, silly girl!
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Post by juice on Jan 16, 2009 12:18:49 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide Callie wasn't looking for anything more than to be forgiven for spilling beer on someone. She completely ignored the fact that Ella had said it was no big deal, and really looked into the fact that she had to do something to be forgiven. That was how it usually worked. And usually, people took her material apologies. It was what her parents taught her. Of course, they'd always had money. So a nice and simple cash settlement was fine. But, to Callie, booze was just as good as money; if not better. So why didn't the other girl just take a beer and pretend to enjoy it? They didn't need to be in this tift if Ella had just done what Callie asked.
The whole situation was a bit off-setting to her demeanor. It was Oktoberfest, and what did people want with Oktoberfest? Beer. That was the legitimate answer to the question. So why couldn't Ella just accept it? Okay, so she was exaggerating a bit with the story of what had happened. But, after all, she was trying to make it seem as if she were the victim. Callie had been walking along, when she was ran into. But! Trying to be the nice person that she is, she tried to give the poor girl a beer. It was her own way of saying sorry. And the girl had refused? Callie couldn't wrap her head around it. And it didn't help that Ella was making the situation worse with her little comments. Oh well, if she wanted hell, she'd get it.
"I didn't say that it was all about beer," Callie said, staring the other girl down. "I was just stating the fact that the beer tent is the main attraction. It's what Oktoberfest is known for." She narrowed her blue eyes, hearing Ella mutter some sort of Spanish, or, whatever it was. She assumed it was an insult, considering that was all that was coming from Ella's mouth at the moment. Callie wasn't stupid, she knew what muttering in a foreign language meant. She'd heard it from her fully Swedish grandmother nearly every Christmas. She hadn't picked up much of it before the old woman died.
Good. She was finally backing away. She'd admitted defeat. Callie definitely felt good about this one. Except for the last little snide remark. With a small laugh, the girl shook her head. "Oh I will, and won't you have fun with those stained jeans. Oh, and don't forget about the splinters you'll get from the wood carving or perhaps the needle pricks you'll get from the afghan sewing," she smiled brightly. No one but Callie could get in the last word in an argument. No one.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 28, 2009 22:44:34 GMT 10
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Ella was really tired of the same old argument. How many times could she tell a person that there was more to the culture of a country then alcohol when the other person clearly did not want to hear? The young woman shook her head slightly. She had nothing more she wanted to say to the blonde. T he conversation was literally going around in circles. Pointless, annoying circles. If it wasn’t for Ella’s under running desire to win arguments she would have just turned and left already. She couldn’t help herself though. Each time the blonde said something, it brought another quick remark to her mind.
Afghan sewing? Ella let out a snort of laughter. “You do actually realise that this is Oktoberfest right? The arts and Crafts are German. It’s a good thing you’re not majoring in Geography, or I’d be a little worried..” She gave a small shrug, trying to keep her face even. The last thing she wanted was for the other girl to see her smirking. The trick with biting come backs was to keep your expression clear of any emotion. Except maybe a look of polite interest in the other person. Like you have no idea what you are saying is at all offensive.
“If that’s an area you struggling in though, I’d be more then happy to give you a hand. I mean, I don’t claim to be brilliant, but I think with some work I can teach you the difference between Germany and Afghan..”
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Post by juice on Jan 29, 2009 13:43:48 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide She wasn't stepping out of place when she'd offered Ella a beer. She wasn't stepping out of place trying to pry. It was normal for someone to refuse for a little before finally giving in. It was a polite thing. And after all, people usually gave in to Callie Vanderbilt. She expected it, actually. Maybe it was her ego talking. But no matter, Ella had obviously taken the invitation the wrong way and they'd ended up in an argument. An argument that Callie intended on winning. She refused to back off to someone with such a... big head as Ella did. Who did she think she was, anyway?
Her smirk fell slightly as Ella retorted. What did Germans do for arts and crafts, anyway? Her nostrils flared slightly as she crossed her arms, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. It was a power pose; one she loved dearly. "Well if you've got such a heavy and hot idea as to what arts and crafts are presented at Oktoberfest, what made you end up at the beer tent?" she questioned quickly. "Why aren't you with the rest of them over making little dolls.. or whatever it is they do." Callie's eyebrow arched, her blue eyes scanning the other girl critically.
"And anyway, I don't need your help with geography, considering I'm a journalism major," she said, shrugging. "Although, if you truly wanted to get into the spirit of things, I'd suggest some sort of Spanish-oriented festival. You'd fit in better." Yikes. Maybe she'd crossed the line with that comment.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 31, 2009 8:47:52 GMT 10
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Ella stared a little. She’d done it. Callie had taken the argument to the next level. While Ella was a well adjusted young woman, perfectly at ease with her heritage, she was human. And any human would be offended by a slight about their race. Especially if it was not the first time someone had used a comment about her ethnicity in order to insult her or make her feel unwanted. Swallowing, Ella opened her mouth to talk but found she just did not have the words to express herself.
Her mother had always told her it was a small person that insulted another for things they had no control over like race. While Ella believed this to be true, it didn’t help much in taking the sting out of comments like the one that was just made. Shaking her head slightly, Ella bit the inside of her lip. “And maybe you should find some nice Anglo-Saxon festival to enjoy..” though it was a good come back, her tone was flat. Defeated. She knew Callie wouldn’t be at all phased by her comment. The whole country was a freakin’ Anglo-Saxon festival.
Ella turned from the other girl. She knew she was being silly. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten so upset at the comment. Sometimes emotions can’t be controlled though. The last thing she needed was for Callie to see just how much Ella was affected by the comment though. Which was why she needed to get away before the tears stinging her eyes started to fall. The brunette stepped away from Callie, dodging in-between people. Wanting to get as far away as possible.
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