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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 7, 2009 12:42:18 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Dragging her suitcase behind her up the first set of stairs, Charlotte Arc looked around her. She smiled to herself, imagining her own father walking up the stairs not too long ago. Not dwelling on her father, she reached the top of the landing. Sighing in relief, she looked at her key. 11. Couldn't be that far now. Se looked at the nearest door t her, reading the number. 100. Ok, maybe it was that far. Sighing again, she began dragging it alon the hallway, to the next set of stairs. This was going to take some time, she felt.
After climbing her fourth set of stairs, Charlotte was beginning to feel that it was further away then she first thought possible. She smiled brightly as she read the number nearest to her. 14. She pulled the suitcase along the corridor, stopping when she reached numbr 12. The door didn't seem that impressive, but it was the number. Gold. Unlike all the other rooms. Shaking her head, she stopped at number 11 and unlocked the door with the key clenched firmly in her hand.
Chucking the suitcase onto the bed, Charlotte sighed, sitting on the edge and looking around. The room was bright, which was a plus and looked out onto the grounds of theschool. She smiled and smoothed down her skirt. This was perfect. Just perfect. She stepped outside into the hallway and started walking, not concentrating as she barged straight into a young man, falling backwards and landing on the floor with a thump. "Sorry!"
NOTES: fist post ever! WORDS: 256 words TAGGED: dorian CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 7, 2009 17:06:01 GMT
who is that girl? [/size] -----------------[/b][/size] Dorian made his way up three sets of stairs, using his cane to guide him up, every so often stopping to look at portraits of previous important members of this school. All of them were rather unattractive he thought to himself and felt a small smirk form on his lips. His cane was starting to annoy him and he placed it over his shoulder before briskly walking up the remainder of the stairs, taking two at a time to arrive at the floor in which his dorm was on. Walking the familiar floor in which he had walked on for years he quickly found his room. Number 12. He fingered the gold lettering and smiled to himself. Everyone knew this was his room. He looked down at his own gold waistcoat and smiled. President of the Dandelion Club. It felt good. It would feel even better if he had a girlfriend.
To be honest, he was getting a bit bored with Rosalind, especially as she was his cousin. He needed to find someone new but he had gotton through all of the girls at school and none of them had been very good. He needed fresh meat. Maybe one of the new girls would do but he doubted it. He sighed in annoyance to himself as he walked into his room and jumped onto his bed. His bed was perfect. The red, double bed with curtains surrounding it was the envy of many of the boys in this school.
After a while, Dorian sat up and undid his jacket but left his waistcoat on as he stood up to make sure his baggage had arrived. He started to count them out loud. “One, two, three, four, five…hey there’s one missing!” He exclaimed, ignoring the feeling of how stupid he felt talking to himself. He hated it when this happened. He opened the door, storming out, straight into someone. “Hey wa-.” He went to shout at the girl who had walked into him but was somehow stopped. “No, no my fault.” He said, his strong English accent shining through. “Here let me help you. Are you ok?” He asked, putting his cane under his under and holding his hand out to the girl. -----------------[/b][/size][/center] TAG !?[/b] Charlotte Arc WORDS !? 372[/b] NOTES !?[/b] =) STATUS !?[/b] done! [/color][/font]
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 7, 2009 18:12:21 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte closed her eyes tightly, trying to will herself not to blush and make more of a fool of herself. Her inner voice, however, was interrupted by a strong, very English accent, the Queen's English. Meaning that this young man, whom she had barged into, was very high status. Even more embarassing than she could of thought it would be. He was important.
Opening her eyes slowly, she looked at the young man, working her way up. Her eyes stopped on his cane. Cane? That was more than a little odd. Her eyes moved onto the golden waistcoat and her eyes widened. Gold meant Dandelion Club. Cane, meant the President of the Dandelion Club. Inwardly groaning, she realised she had ran straight into the President of the Dandelion Club. Her eyes moved onto his face. He was drop dead gorgeous. She had to admit. But, he was everything she didn't want to be.
Taking the offered hand, she pulled herself up to standing, dusting herself off. Smiling apologetically at him, she lowered her gaze to the floor. "I'm fine. I wasn't concentrating and...I'm rambling. Sorry. I'll just...go now," Charlotte murmured, walking around him. She paused, turning back around. "I'm Charlotte. Charlotte Arc."
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 7, 2009 19:03:16 GMT
who is that girl? [/size] -----------------[/b][/size] Dorian smiled to himself as the girl struggled for words. He wasn’t blind. He had seen the girl check him out from head to toe and she had also noticed her eyes light up as her own eyes rested on his face. He had to admit he had felt slightly weird inside when the girl had looked directly at him but it was a good feeling. “Look I know I am devishly handsome but there is no need to go on fan girl on me.” He said, smirking to himself and watching the girl turn away. He raised an eyebrow slightly and opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by her turning round again.
“Arc. Hm.” He said and smiled to her, holding onto her hand gently and kissing it. “Dorian Gaudain. The forty-second Earl of Colfax and eldest son of the Marquis of Ravensby. Nice to meet you Charlotte.” He replied, feeling noble again but hating himself for sounding like his father. Oh how he hated that man. He was so controlling over Dorian and was trying to mould him in to his own way so that Dorian would follow into his father’s footsteps. Of course Dorian wanted the wealth and luxury that his Dad had but there was no way that he wanted to be like him.
Dorian shook his head, braking his train of thought and looked back at Charlotte. “Are you my new neighbour?” He asked leaning round her to look at the door next to him before diverting his eyes back to her. He smiled his nicest smile at her and leant on his cane. “It is really very nice to meet you Miss Arc.” He said, flirting.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 7, 2009 20:04:46 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte felt the heat rise to her cheeks as he mentioned her being a fan girl. She surely wasn't a fan girl! She was just seeing what he looked like. Extremely slowly. Ok, maybe it did look like she was checking him out. But she hadn't meant to look like she was doing that. Ok, maybe she shoul try and defend herself. Charlotte couldn't speak, only gave him an embarrassed smile, hoping her cheeks would stop burning.
"I wasn't. I was..." Charlotte trailed off as he kissed her hand, almost melting on the spot. No one had ever kissed her hand before. That just did not happen to her ever. "Uh, nice to meet you, Dorian." She smiled at him, almost overwhelmed by his titles. An earl? What was all that? Was he trying to impress her. She sure hoped not. She hated boys like that. All arrogant and thinking of only themselves.
"I'm living at Number 11, if that's what you mean," Charlotte replied, twirling a strand of hair around her finger subconciously. She frowned and pulled her hand away, looking up at Dorian. "Nice to meet you to." She turned around, heading with purpose down the corridor, willing herself not to turn around and look at him.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 7, 2009 22:17:39 GMT
who is that girl? [/size] -----------------[/b][/size] Dorian did his trademark side smile as he saw the all too familiar redness of cheeks that happens to a girl when he talks to them in his posh English accent. He had this girl. Hook, link and sinker. Then again it had always been easy for Dorian to get a girl. His money probably helped and his background but he liked to think it was because of his good looks and charms. Dorian did take care of himself though and his bathroom consisted of male grooming products. That was his own little secret though.
His eyes stared into Charlottes as he tried to work out how she had taken the whole Earl thing. It either went one of two ways. It would either draw a girl in and they would be amazed by his high status or it would drive them away, thinking he was an arrogant and annoying idiot. Normally it was the first one though, if he did say so himself. It was quite hard to read this girl. Of course it was obvious on the surface that this girl liked him. The flushed cheeks, the stuttering voices, the fact she nearly melted in front of him and the flirtatious twirling of the hair told Dorian all this but he could also see that, behind her eyes, she was having doubts and that unnerved him.
Again, he went to open his mouth to say some other flirty term to keep her hooked but before he knew it she was walking down the corridor, no, practically running away from him. What was he supposed to do? Call her back and look desperate or just let her go. He decided to go for something around about in the middle. “Nice to meet you too Charlotte Arc. Oh and love the skirt by the way.” He said grinning to himself and allowing his eyes to wander.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 7, 2009 22:39:01 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - - Charlotte bit her lip as he continued to look at her, judge her, even as she was walking away. She had to hold herself from running back to him. She was strong. He didn't have her under his control. No he didn't. Although those eyes were...She shook her head, refusing to fall down at the first hurdle. She would be strong and not fall for it. He had done this many times, she could tell, but still it was working. This unnerved her beyond belief.
Charlotte stopped in her tracks as he mentioned her skirt. She looked down at her skirt. It wasn't THAT short, was it? But she could feel his eyes burning through her and she felt herself blush again. She rose to her full height and turned back around to look at him. Her eyes met his, not with admiration, but with annoyance. No one talked about her in a derogatary manner, no matter how gorgeous they were.
Taking purposeful strides, she walked back over to him, glaring up at him. "What ever it is you think you are, I will never, ever, sleep with you," Charlotte snapped, spining around and forcefully storming back down the corridor, as far away from him as she cold. She was saving herself for marriage. She would not sleep with him, and talking about her like that, sparked that principle inside her.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 7, 2009 22:43:11 GMT
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Dorian could feel the girl fighting the want to go back to him. He could literally see the thought running through his mind. What would it be this time that attracted the girl so very much. The hair? The eyes? The wealth? The gold waistcoat? Over the years it had been all this and more. He watched the girl with amusement as she had a silent battle with herself. Any minute now she would turn round and come back to him, flattered by the compliment.
He physically couldn’t stop himself smiling as Charlotte turned on the spot and started to walk back towards him. He had been right and he may actually be getting a girlfriend for a while, something he actually desperately wanted and needed. His smile faltered slightly as he looked at the expression on her face and as she got closer to him it was apparent that she wasn’t in a very good mood. What had he done wrong now? He had paid her a compliment. He hadn’t done anything that would make her angry. He replayed the last moments through his head, trying to think of something but couldn’t.
Dorian felt his mouth drop open as Charlotte spoke to him. He felt like he had been slapped in the face. He had never been hurt by what a girl had said before so why was she any different. He closed his mouth, sighing to himself. “I just said you had a nice skirt, no need to get all angry with me. I won’t be nice to you any more then ok? That skirt your wearing is hideous. Is that better for you?” He asked, a smile on his face.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 7, 2009 23:07:49 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte could see that he was confused. How could he be? He was treating her like an object. An object to carry around on his arm like a trophy. She wasn't something he could own, by one compliment and a charming smile. Sure, he had just commented on her skirt, but that wasn't the point. By judging her skirt, he was treating her as an object. Just like saying that was a nice lamp, he was treating her like the lamp. She hated that.
Charlotte watched his mouth drop open as she spoke back to him. She couldn't help but feel proud that she had make him drop that smug grin he constantly seemed to hold, that had probably made a million girls fall at his feet. But not Charlotte Arc. Charlotte Arc had principles and she would stick by them, no matter what it cost. They were what made her.
"You have no idea, do you? I am not some object. You can't just compliment me and expect me to fall at your feet. I'm not going to. I am not some sexual object, some trophy you want on your arm," Charlotte snapped, her eyes glaring straight into his, her voice barely wavering. Then, he disrespected her even more. With that same stupid smile. She slapped him hard. "You will never sleep with me, Dorian Gaudain," Charlotte said, menacingly.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 7, 2009 23:16:22 GMT
who is that girl? [/size] -----------------[/b][/size] Dorian rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall, nearly causing himself to yawn. How he hated girls that took things so literally. He was just trying to be nice. He wasn’t going to even do something like kiss her then and there. Even he knew that proper relationships took a bit of time. He watched Charlotte rabble on about objects or something, not really listening, thinking about more important things like what he was going to do later and who was going to be this years fools.
He loved picking the fools so much and he couldn’t wait to get started. He wanted to be a legend. Go down as one of the Presidents who picked really good fools who created enjoyment for the whole college. It was hard though. Normally the people who came here were wither rich, and so in the Dandelion Club, or were far too clever to become fools.
Dorian was stopped by the shook of his face suddenly stinging. Being taken off guard meant that Dorian tripped slightly and he glared back at Charlotte, clutching onto his face, more surprised at the hardness of her slap more then anything else. He slided his jaw from side to side to check it wasn’t broken and then just looked at her. “What was that for?!?” He exclaimed, genuinely confused. Was it because he hadn’t been listening? He hadn’t made it that obvious.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 7, 2009 23:33:01 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte realised a little too late that she probably went just a step too far. Still, not only was he objectifying her, he wasn't even listening to her! She could see that from the casual leaning against the wall, not even looking at her. It was driving her insane, the way he just suddenly ignored her, like she was nothing but an annoying fly.
"That was for two things. One, for treating me like I'm absolutely nothing. And the other, is for not listening. I am neither blind nor stupid!" Charlotte said, looking up with him, almost a hurt look in her eyes. She was genuinely upset with him. She had had such high hopes, but as soon as he did this, she couldn't anymore. He was just like every other jerk.
Fighting back the tears, she turned from him, running down the hallway and stopping around the corner. She slid down the wall and onto the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest. This was just too much. She had already made herself an enemy, and she'd only been here a few minutes and she'd already messed it up. Feeling the first tear trickle down her cheek, she found herself wishing her father was here.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 8, 2009 7:52:02 GMT
who is that girl? [/size] -----------------[/b][/size] Dorian frowned to himself and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He felt bad, perhaps Charlotte was right. He should have listened to her view. He should have not treated her like an object but more like a human being. She had had every right to slap him then and he actually felt seriously bad for her. He went to run after her but then stopped, suddenly realising something.
Girls had said this to him before. There had been some girls in Dorian’s time that did not fall under his charm. Some of them had even slapped him and run off crying but this was different. He didn’t care any of the other times but this time he did. He rubbed his head in annoying and confusion debating whether to run after her or not. However, it seemed like his legs had already made that decision for him as he found himself running in the direction of Charlotte.
He speeded round the corner, but then stopped as he saw Charlotte leaning against the wall, a tear rolling down her cheeks and he was hit with the feeling of guilt. He slowly made his way to her, and slid down the wall, sitting by her, forgetting for once about how creased his suit would become for doing this. After a few silent moments he turned to her, frowning more to himself then to her. “I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, something that happened rarely. “I was wrong.” This girl had made Dorian admit he was wrong. This never happened. It had just felt the natural thing to say. “I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry Charlotte.” He said, sincerity in his voice.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 13, 2009 20:59:09 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte kept her head in her hands as a figure sat next to her. She felt embarrassed, sure, but she was too upset to care. Why did she have to ruin everything she touched? Why couldn’t she be more like her father? He would know exactly what to do. And he would have been here now, telling her that everything is ok, that she’s got nothing to cry about. But he wasn’t here. He was dead and she had no one to tell her that everything was ok, that nothing was there to cry about at all.
His words hit her like a shockwave, making her look at him through tear stained eyes. Had he just apologised? To her? For being wrong? She watched him in confusion, looking for any sign of sarcasm. But, she wasn’t able to spot any sarcasm at all. He seemed to be speaking the completely truth and she could see that he was actually sorry.
“I’m sorry I hit you,” Charlotte whispered, wiping her tears away. “I shouldn’t have done that but I couldn’t stop myself.” She fell quiet, willing the tears to stop falling, but they just fell more. Shaking her head in anger at herself, she choked back the sob. “Sorry about this.”
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 13, 2009 21:27:55 GMT
who is that girl? [/size] -----------------[/b][/size] Dorian pulled out the golden hanker chief from his jacket pocket and gently handed it to Charlotte. He knew it wasn’t the type of hankie for you to blow on your nose. It was expensive and made of silk but he didn’t care. Charlotte seemed worth so much more then it and deserved it. Here she was, crying her eyes out and Dorian felt so bad for her. He wanted to reach out and hug her, but not in a sexual way because he just wanted to comfort her and look after her. He gently took hold of her hand and smiled nicely at her, gently cupping her chin to make her look at him. “Hey everything is alright. I promise.”
He shook his head as she apologised for hitting him. “I deserved it so much Charlotte. I was out of order and I was cruel to you.” He convinced her and smiled at her, deciding to place an arm round her shoulders and holding her close. He gently used his own hand to wipe the numerous tears that were falling down her cheeks. He had never had to deal with a girl crying before but it just felt so natural, the things he was doing to comfort her. “It’s fine Charlotte. It really is.” He whispered, stroking her hair gently. “I’m sorry. I know what your going through.” He said, smiling weakly at her.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 13, 2009 21:48:09 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte gently took the golden handkerchief from him and wiped the tears off of her cheeks. Handing it back to him, she kept her eyes on the floor, trying to stop herself from crying, but to no avail. Charlotte squeezed his hand gently as she took hold of hers, letting him lift her chin up as he spoke to her, feeling the tears still making their tracks down her cheeks. She nodded slowly, keeping hold of his hand before he let go of her.
Suddenly missing the warmth of his hand, she felt his arm slip around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She didn‘t stop him, just let him hold her close. She shivered from his touch as he wiped her tears away from her cheeks. He was being so gentle, so nice. Nothing like the boy who has just spoken to her not so long ago. She nodded as he talked to her, turning her head so that her face was hidden into him. She felt her hair being softly stroked, and didn’t stop him from doing it, enjoying the feeling of being comforted.
"Why are you being so nice to me when I was being such a....a...I don't know what. But I was being it," Charlotte askd quietly, not moving from the spot she had gotten herself into now. She hadn't actually felt this comforted in a long time and this was the guy she had just slapped, for goodness sake.
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