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#Post#: 387--------------------------------------------------
The Cafeteria: Inside
By: MissM Date: April 28, 2013, 4:24 pm
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The cafeteria is a fairly straightforward cafeteria, albeit more
upscale and better tasting than most other school cafeterias.
When you first come into the cafeteria, you are given the option
of a buffet or choosing from various meals. You can get almost
anything you wanted, although some of the more specialized foods
are not stocked fully, and you have to get there early if you
want whatever it is that week.
And then, of course, you could choose to sit indoors, where the
majority of the seats are, or outside. Or, if you wanted to, you
could leave the cafeteria entirely, after swiping your student
ID card, of course, and enjoy your luncheon elsewhere. If you
choose to sit inside, you could choose from basically wherever
you wanted, because there are always more than enough chairs to
go around. The only thing you can't choose is what the TV's show
-and they all show the same thing- but who wants to watch the
news at lunch anyway? The windows facing the outside eating area
are very large, keeping the cafeteria cooler in the summer and
still pretty cold in the winter, but it is always bearable.
The tables each have four chairs each, but they are easy to move
together if a larger group chooses to come in and eat together.
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#Post#: 435--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: MissM Date: May 4, 2013, 12:41 pm
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Verochka Stolich-Königin (OOC: 'S-K' in the future because I am
NOT writing out both of her last names every time...BIC)
It was her first day at the Academy, and so far, she was bored.
Math was reasonably challenging, but boring, and she'd tried to
give up halfway through, but the teacher and come by and told
her that while it was OK to take a short break, she must
continue working for the majority of the class. She'd tried to
argue but the teacher was having none of it, so she finally gave
up arguing and went back at it, although she dragged her feet
for the rest of the class. All she really wanted was to go to
sleep...
Then the bell had rung for class, and she bolted out of there
like lightening. Anything was better than math... She walked
into the cafeteria, and nobody else was there, so she went
through and took her time making her choices. She grabbed some
stuff to put in her bag as a snack for later, then settled on a
hot meal and tucked herself into a table, spreading out some of
her stuff across the table and pulling out the design she'd
started to work on in math.
Her concentration was interrupted by the tv's scattered around
the lunch room turning on only a few minutes later, and she
shook her head.
"Why don't they turn it to cartoons or something? The news is
just boring..." she said to herself. "Or at least turn the
volume down..."
#Post#: 439--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: Tigger Date: May 4, 2013, 11:52 pm
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Jessica Seeley
Jessica walked slowly, head held high despite her still
recovering leg. Her posture was one like a movie star or a
model’s- seemingly filled with purpose. This was how she
attempted to walk everywhere she went, her stride as graceful as
she could possibly manage. For most people, practicing to walk
was a silly thing but to her it was one of the most important
things one could do. If done correctly, one can radiate
confidence, elegance, and beauty just by walking across the
room. Jess was not naïve enough to believe that she had achieved
that then, but that doesn’t mean that she would ever stop
trying. It was important to her to always be better than what
she thought she could be. It gave her motivation- something to
work towards. In fact, she had practiced walking in a pair of
her favorite heels before deciding to come to school, desperate
to not make the same mistake as last time and have someone
notice the slight limp in her step. It was humiliating for her,
showing such weakness in front of someone else. The medicine the
doctors gave her helped with the pain immensely, but she wasn’t
oblivious to the fact that everything seemed slightly off and
fuzzy when she took the pills.
She had never been to the school’s cafeteria, opting instead to
go out and eat at other restaurants, but her curiosity got the
better of her this time. Plus, she was beginning to think that
people had started rumors about how strange it was that she had
started keeping to herself and such. In reality it was because
of the fact that she needed to hide the accidental burns she was
getting. She didn’t know what the other girls would come up
with, though. She knew first-hand how rumors spread like
wildfire when mixed with a bunch of immature girls looking for
the latest gossip to give them a reason to jabber on and on
about things they didn’t even know anything about. All in all,
Jess had built up an image that she was proud of- an image that
she would have done almost anything to maintain. So rumors about
her just wouldn’t do. She wouldn’t allow it. So that was her
mission, to go to the cafeteria, meet strangers, and be social.
In her mind, her reputation depended on it.
Jessica stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that there
was only ONE person in the whole freaking cafeteria. Out of the
whole school. One girl. Frustration ticked in the back of her
head as she stole a glance behind her, but there was no one in
the hallway quite yet. They must have still been in classes or
something. She brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her
nose, composing herself before walking into the room, completely
ignoring the empty area where students were to line up and get
food. In all honesty, she had absolutely no interest in eating
the processed garbage that everyone else seemed to enjoy. She
didn’t go there to stuff her face like others did- she was more
like a woman on a mission. A mission to branch out and make some
sort of connection with other students, whether it was good or
bad. It didn’t take a genius to realize by the long red hair and
the thin body build that it was a girl. That could either be a
blessing or a curse. While some girls understood the importance
of dressing well and having good hygiene, others did not. She
only hoped that the girl had a designer bag in her lap or
something. Jessica noticed by watching her that she was either
drawing something, or shoving her entire face into her plate.
For the girl’s sake, Jess hoped that it was the first option.
When she reached the table, she could hear the girl saying
something.
"Why don't they turn it to cartoons or something? The news is
just boring...Or at least turn the volume down..."
“Possibly because cartoons are for children and patients in
mental hospitals.” Jessica replied in a matter-of-fact tone,
pulling out a seat across the table from her. “At least the news
can inform you of what’s going on in reality. It’s a school for
supposed adults, not a nursery.”
She put on her award-winning smile and met the girl’s eyes. “I’m
Jessica, and you have lovely hair.” She paused a moment to
furrow her shaped eyebrows just slightly, “Don’t get me wrong,
it could use a good brush and maybe a week or so of using
product but other than that, you’re almost model worthy.”
Calmly, she laid her forearms on the table- a move she wouldn’t
have pulled had they been anywhere worthy of note.
“So what are you working on?” Jess briefly nodded her head
toward the book that she had in front of her.
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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: MissM Date: May 5, 2013, 1:00 am
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Verochka S-K
"Why don't they turn it to cartoons or something? The news is
just boring...Or at least turn the volume down..."
“Possibly because cartoons are for children and patients in
mental hospitals.” A voice said from across the table, and
Verochka looked up at the owner as she pulled out a chair across
the table. “At least the news can inform you of what’s going on
in reality. It’s a school for supposed adults, not a nursery.”
The girl smiled widely. “I’m Jessica, and you have lovely hair.”
She paused a moment and frowned slightly, “Don’t get me wrong,
it could use a good brush and maybe a week or so of using
product but other than that, you’re almost model worthy.”
"Hello, Jessica. My name is Verochka. My hair is fine the way it
is, as I have no wish to damage it. The color is perfect, I
would hate it to turn grey too early from damage." Calmly,
Jessica laid her forearms on the table, and Verochka's eyes
narrowed a tiny bit. She didn't take kindly to anyone who
insulted her hair.
“So what are you working on?” Jess briefly nodded her head
toward the book and papers that she had in front of her.
"I am working on putting my math away, and finishing a design
for a dress I started earlier." Verochka closed her textbook
after withdrawing the sheet she'd drawn on, and put it in her
bag, flipping the drawing face down. Drawings were always
conversation ruiners.
"What is your Enhancement?" Verochka asked. "I have seen so many
different ones here..." She remembered finding out about
Erin's... the number of ideas she'd had for dresses that could
play off of the water-related part of it.
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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: Tigger Date: May 5, 2013, 1:36 am
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Jessica Seeley
"Hello, Jessica. My name is Verochka. My hair is fine the way it
is, as I have no wish to damage it. The color is perfect, I
would hate it to turn grey too early from damage."
Jessica arched an eyebrow at this. “You do know that product
isn’t just dye and such, yes?” Her voice turned skeptical and
she sighed, wondering what she might have gotten herself into.
“All I meant was conditioner and maybe some hairspray. You have
a bit of a frizz.” She motioned at her own head, trying to point
out where exactly she saw it on the other girl. “You really
shouldn’t get so bent out of shape over that.” She sighed
lightly, moving her arm up to rest her head on her hand. So far
she was failing the little tests Jess was conducting to if they
could possibly become friends one day. “Put it this way. Say you
sat in a disgusting pile of used gum. Say you didn’t notice it.
Would the person who points out that you have a huge wad of
grossness on you’re a** be the ‘bad guy’ in this situation, or
would you rather someone tell you? It’s not an insult, it’s a
comment linked with a suggestion. IF I had insulted you, then I
would have said ‘Your hair looks like crap. Is this true? No.
Did I tell you how you can possibly fix it? No. Ergo… insult.
You can choose to follow my advice or not, but in fact I gave
you two compliments. You’re hair looks nice, and you’re almost
model worthy. As for my suggestion, take it or leave it because
I never repeat myself. So you’ll never hear a frizz comment from
me again.” Another pause. “Plus, the fact that I commented at
all just means that I think you’re worth talking to. If I
didn’t, then I would have turned my athletic little butt and
walked out of this ghost town of a cafeteria. So smile.” Jess
fought the mild urge to roll her eyes slightly and instead moved
onto a different topic. She would never understand why people
here could never seem to take constructive criticism. The girl’s
eyes narrowed at her and she smirked. She had seen more
intimidating looks than that, and for things that weren’t as
trivial as one’s hair being a touch frizzy.
“So what are you working on?” Jess briefly nodded her head
toward the book and papers that she had in front of her.
"I am working on putting my math away, and finishing a design
for a dress I started earlier." The girl closed her textbook
after withdrawing the sheet she'd drawn on, and put it in her
bag, flipping the drawing face down. That may or may not have
been a huge mistake on her part. Jessica knew for a fact that
good drawings were great conversation starters and a good way to
gauge the other person’s likes and interests. On the other hand,
if it was terrible the conversation would have ended before it
began.
"What is your Enhancement?" the girl asked and Jess arched an
eyebrow at her once more. "I have seen so many different ones
here..."
“My Enhancement..” she started, then thought better of it, “Is a
work in progress.” She winked at the girl, not entirely lying.
The doctors did tell her that they were working on a way for her
to be able to control it and adding a fan or something. “Really,
everyone has an Enhancement here, so no one is really special.
What’s the fun in talking about that?” She said this only
because she had been asked that so many different times before,
and originally she had went ahead and told them, but after a
while it got seriously annoying.
“So you were saying something about a design, not drawing. Do
you mean website design or something? I could picture you being
into computers and such.”
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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: MissM Date: May 5, 2013, 2:06 pm
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Verochka S-K
"Hello, Jessica. My name is Verochka. My hair is fine the way it
is, as I have no wish to damage it. The color is perfect, I
would hate it to turn grey too early from damage."
Jessica arched an eyebrow at this. “You do know that product
isn’t just dye and such, yes?” Her voice turned skeptical and
she sighed, wondering what she might have gotten herself into.
“All I meant was conditioner and maybe some hairspray. You have
a bit of a frizz.” She motioned at her own head, clearly trying
to tell Verochka where she had frizz. Verochka smiled just a
little bit, watching the girl try to tell her how to take care
of her own hair. As if she needed instructions from strangers.
“You really shouldn’t get so bent out of shape over that.”
She sighed lightly, moving her arm up to rest her head on her
hand. “Put it this way. Say you sat in a disgusting pile of used
gum. Say you didn’t notice it. Would the person who points out
that you have a huge wad of grossness on you’re a** be the ‘bad
guy’ in this situation, or would you rather someone tell you?
It’s not an insult, it’s a comment linked with a suggestion. IF
I had insulted you, then I would have said ‘Your hair looks like
crap. Is this true? No. Did I tell you how you can possibly fix
it? No. Ergo… insult. You can choose to follow my advice or not,
but in fact I gave you two compliments. You’re hair looks nice,
and you’re almost model worthy. As for my suggestion, take it or
leave it because I never repeat myself. So you’ll never hear a
frizz comment from me again.” Another pause, during which
Verochka had to stifle a laugh, bringing her hand up to cover
her mouth just in case.
“Plus, the fact that I commented at all just means that I think
you’re worth talking to. If I didn’t, then I would have turned
my athletic little butt and walked out of this ghost town of a
cafeteria. So smile.”
Verochka smiled. "Well, thank you for the information, but... I
do not generally use hair spray, because it usually makes me
break out. I'd rather a little frizz than pimples." A flat out
lie, of course, but anything to get this Jessica off her back
about her hair. "Besides, its getting towards wintertime, when
the air is normally drier where I live, and even when I've tried
hairspray in the past it doesn't necessarily help. The static
electricity runs wild. Especially when I'm making things to
wear. Raw silk is notorious for creating static." She smiled at
Jess widely, letting her teeth show. The conversation about her
hair was over for her.
“So what are you working on?” Jess briefly nodded her head
toward the book and papers that she had in front of her.
"I am working on putting my math away, and finishing a design I
started earlier." Verochka closed her textbook after withdrawing
the sheet she'd drawn on, and put it in her bag, flipping the
drawing face down. She was burning to share the drawing, now,
but now she would make the other girl ask or at least hint about
it first. That way she would be doing the girl a favor by
showing it to her.
"What is your Enhancement?" she asked and Jessica arched an
eyebrow once more. "I have seen so many different ones here..."
She remembered learning about Erins, and Natalies, and then
Phoenix's... this place was a treasure trove of ideas for things
to make.
“My Enhancement..” the girl started, “Is a work in progress.”
She winked at the Verochka, who smelled something half-baked.
There was something fishy. The enthusiasm at the beginning and
end didn't match. She'd grown up around politics for long enough
to at least understand when she was being fed a half-truth. But
she'd also lived long enough to know that people also didn't
like being ratted out for those half truths. “Really, everyone
has an Enhancement here, so no one is really special. What’s the
fun in talking about that?”
"Oh, I didn't want to know the details, but I love designing
dresses, so I was thinking I'd design one for a few people based
off their enhancement." Verochka smiled politely, then took a
small bite of food. She was starving.
“So you were saying something about a design, not drawing. Do
you mean website design or something? I could picture you being
into computers and such.”
Verochka laughed fully out loud at that.
"Oh, darling. I draw my designs out, on paper. They are much
prettier that way, and I can also keep track of what is for
whom. Because it is easier for me to find paper than an
electronic file. I do not do well with computers, no madam. I
can barely keep track of my e-mail. It drives my parents off the
wall but I will not change that any moment in the near future...
Oh, gosh. What ever gave you the impression I was 'into that'?"
She laughed again, wondering in the back of her mind if all the
Academy students were this weird.
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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: Tigger Date: May 7, 2013, 4:59 pm
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Jessica Seeley
Verochka smiled at Jessica’s lengthy explanation on common sense
things before talking again. "Well, thank you for the
information, but... I do not generally use hair spray, because
it usually makes me break out. I'd rather a little frizz than
pimples."
Jessica knew that this was probably a lie. The girl looked
completely uncomfortable with the topic at hand and silently
Jess wondered if she had ever had someone speak the blunt truth
to her.
“Well then.” She smiled a little knowing smile. “Tell me…” she
paused, trying to remember the girls name.” ‘S***… well it was
definitely a V word.. Veronica? Vespucci? Vutton?’ “V,” she
continued after a moment’s hesitation, “What kind of hairspray
did you use. And I can give you a list of some of the more
expensive ones, they’re less likely to wreak havoc on your
delicate skin.” Jessica stifled the laugh that was bouncing
around in the back of her head and put on a completely straight,
convincing face.
"Besides, its getting towards wintertime, when the air is
normally drier where I live, and even when I've tried hairspray
in the past it doesn't necessarily help. The static electricity
runs wild. Especially when I'm making things to wear. Raw silk
is notorious for creating static."
“You’re not buying the right ones then.” Even though the girl
smiled at Jess, the look in her eyes told her that the
conversation was over. Truth be told, she was getting bored of
the topic. It was fun for a little while, simply because she
liked to watch how people squirmed. Some fidgeted in their seat,
some stuttered like a child with a speech impediment, some
simply walked away, and like V, some people just tried to lie
their way out of discussing something they didn’t want to talk
about. In Jess’ mind, she despised when people lied for such
simple reasons. It was absolutely ridiculous.
“So what are you working on?” She changed the subject.
"I am working on putting my math away, and finishing a design I
started earlier."
"What is your Enhancement?" she asked and Jessica arched an
eyebrow once more. "I have seen so many different ones here..."
“My Enhancement..” the girl started, “Is a work in progress.”
She winked at the Verochka, “Really, everyone has an Enhancement
here, so no one is really special. What’s the fun in talking
about that?”
"Oh, I didn't want to know the details, but I love designing
dresses, so I was thinking I'd design one for a few people based
off their enhancement." The girl smiled a little before taking a
bite of the cafeteria food. A moment’s pause and Jessica ever so
tactfully ignored the living hell out of her statement. The last
thing she needed was to be honor-bound to wear a dress that
someone she didn’t know made for her. Especially if her skill
level wasn’t quite where it should be to please Jess’ extremely
but expertly strict style.
“So you were saying something about a design, not drawing. Do
you mean website design or something? I could picture you being
into computers and such.”
The girl laughed. Loudly.
"Oh, darling. I draw my designs out, on paper. They are much
prettier that way, and I can also keep track of what is for
whom. Because it is easier for me to find paper than an
electronic file. I do not do well with computers, no madam. I
can barely keep track of my e-mail. It drives my parents off the
wall but I will not change that any moment in the near future...
Oh, gosh. What ever gave you the impression I was 'into that'?"
Jessica visibly twitched a very slight bit when the girl called
her ‘darling’ and ‘madam.’ She wasn’t sure what the heck was up
with the whole ‘fall back to the 18th century’ speak, but
whatever it was, Jess had an insatiable need to correct it. A
twitch of a smile before speaking and all verbal heck broke
loose. “Okay, that’s cute. But seriously, darling is what my
mother calls me, so if you intend to call me that again, don’t
be surprised if I call you ‘mumsie’ or some fake crap like that.
Don’t believe me? I’m sure by now you get the idea that I’m just
crazy enough to do it. And while we’re at it, let’s save the
‘madam’ for someone who is old enough to earn that title… like…
some corpse from the 18th century or those weirdo rejects who go
to Renaissance fairs and dress like they’re from the middle ages
and play pretend jousting in their fourties. This is the new age
of the twenty first century, with cell phones and TVs and
hybrids, oh my! I appreciate you trying to verbally play around
with me, really I do. But in all honesty I enjoyed it about as
much as I would enjoy getting the stigmata… in my eye. And yes,
that makes sense. Don’t ask me how, it just does. Now! You can
call me Jessica, hey you, the girl with the face, that one girl,
the girl who likes to ramble, Jess, the list goes on and on. But
let’s leave the past in the past and not try to dig nicknames
out of the graves of our ancestors, ‘kay?”
"Oh, by the way. I think it's cool that you make clothes." she
added with a shrug.
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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: MissM Date: May 7, 2013, 6:22 pm
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Verochka S-K
“Well then.” Jess smiled an impish smile, “Tell me…” And then
she visibly paused, and Verochka couldn't help but think the
stranger hadn't paid much attention to her name.
“V,” Jess continued after a moment’s hesitation, confirming
Verochka's suspiscion, “What kind of hairspray did you use. And
I can give you a list of some of the more expensive ones,
they’re less likely to wreak havoc on your delicate skin.”
Verochka sighed. Sometimes people couldn't take the hint. She
cared about her hair, for sure, but she hated that other people
were so obstinate that every hair had to be in place. She
couldn't live with that. She'd tried that once, and it made
everyone around her tell her to grow up.
"No offense, Jessica," she said, emphasizing the girl's full
name, "I do not do hair styling. Sure, fine, I might look a
little frizzy now and then, but I don't understand why people
have to worry about every hair, like the world is constantly a
fashion show. Of course, if that is what it is for you, ok, have
your fun. But don't try and wrap me into your little game of
looking perfect at all times. That's not who I am. I tried that
once, and felt disgusting at myself after, and my boyfriend made
me promise to never do those kinds of things again."
"Besides, its getting towards wintertime, when the air is
normally drier where I live, and even when I have tried
hairspray in the past it doesn't necessarily help. The static
electricity runs wild. Especially when I'm making things. Raw
silk is notorious for creating static, and I work with a lot of
it." The girl really had no idea how much she was talking about.
She smiled, showing her teeth, making it clear that part of the
conversation was over. For all she cared, the girl could drop
off the face of the planet.
“You’re not buying the right ones then." Jessica paused, taking
note of Verochka's smile. "So what are you working on?” She
changed the subject.
"I am working on putting my math away, and finishing a design I
started earlier." She half hoped the girl would ask to see the
design later, even if it was only half-done. Erin was a fun one
to design for, and hers being an aquatic enhancement, she could
potentially wear the dress into the water if need be... "What is
your Enhancement?" she asked and Jessica arched an eyebrow once
more. "I have seen so many different ones here..."
Like Natalie's, and hearing about Phoenix's... She half-hoped
the girls had something in contrast to her personality, instead
of matching it, for once.
“My Enhancement..” the girl started, “Is a work in progress.”
Jess winked at her, but her expression was still carefully
curious. “Really, everyone has an Enhancement here, so no one is
really special. What’s the fun in talking about that?”
"Oh, I didn't want to know the details, but I love designing
dresses, so I was thinking I'd design one for a few people based
off their enhancement." She smiled, and took a bite to eat.
"But if you don't want one, I guess that is ok also."
She wondered if Jessica would pick up on her accent or bad
English. She knew she still made mistakes, but she couldn't ever
tell if they were just being ignored or if she actually wasn't
making any. She lost that train of thought when Jessica started
talking again.
“So you were saying something about a design, not drawing. Do
you mean website design or something? I could picture you being
into computers and such.”
Verochka laughed, a little bit louder than she'd intended. She
couldn't help it. Her work on computers? She knew she'd just met
this girl, but surely she was a better judge of people than
that.
"Oh, darling. I draw my designs out, on paper. They are much
prettier that way, and I can also keep track of what is for
whom. Because it is easier for me to find paper than an
electronic file. I do not do well with computers, no madam. I
can barely keep track of my e-mail. It drives my parents off the
wall but I will not change that any moment in the near future...
Oh, gosh. What ever gave you the impression I was 'into that'?"
She'd been unable to keep herself from slipping her
mock-American words into her sentences. It was a bad habit of
hers, when she was being overly emotional, she couldn't keep her
words straight. But the effect on the girl was startling, and it
only made Verochka laugh a little harder. Pretty quickly,
though, she regained control of herself. This girl was clearly
all about control. It started her wondering what her Enhancement
was... if it suited her personality... hmmm... what if it
didn't? Fire was pretty uncontrollable. And there was something
off about her arms- Verochka had been taking measurements and
watching models move and wear dresses enough to know that there
was something off. But just what, she couldn't tell.
Then she saw Jessica's mouth twitch into something that may have
been a smile, and then a verbal pipe broke.
“Okay, that’s cute. But seriously, darling is what my mother
calls me, so if you intend to call me that again, don’t be
surprised if I call you ‘mumsie’ or some fake crap like that.
Don’t believe me? I’m sure by now you get the idea that I’m just
crazy enough to do it. And while we’re at it, let’s save the
‘madam’ for someone who is old enough to earn that title… like…
some corpse from the 18th century or those weirdo rejects who go
to Renaissance fairs and dress like they’re from the middle ages
and play pretend jousting in their fourties. This is the new age
of the twenty first century, with cell phones and TVs and
hybrids, oh my! I appreciate you trying to verbally play around
with me, really I do. But in all honesty I enjoyed it about as
much as I would enjoy getting the stigmata… in my eye. And yes,
that makes sense. Don’t ask me how, it just does. Now! You can
call me Jessica, hey you, the girl with the face, that one girl,
the girl who likes to ramble, Jess, the list goes on and on. But
let’s leave the past in the past and not try to dig nicknames
out of the graves of our ancestors, ‘kay?”
There was a pause, as Verochka tried to process everything the
girl had said. Just about the only thing that she actually
understood in the rush of words was the list of names she was
allowed to call Jessica. That and something about... a
'stigmata'. Whatever that was.
"Oh, by the way. I think it's cool that you make clothes."
Jessica added with a shrug.
"Ok, so... Sorry for my 'nicknames' offending you, but English
isn't my first language. And what the heck is a... 'shti...
stig-ma-ta'?" "St"s were still difficult for Verochka to leave
the traditional German pronunciation out of, especially at the
beginning of words. A slight color rose in her cheeks, more from
anger that this girl in front of her thought she could just
assume things about Verochka than embarrassment. And if Jess
continued to forget her name, she would remind her. She liked
her name. It meant 'faith' or 'purity', something Jessica
clearly didn't care for.
"And I don't make 'clothes'". Verochka put extra derivation on
'clothes'. "I make dresses, matched perfectly to the wearer's
body type and shape, and complimenting their personality as
well. If you don't want one, go ahead and forget my offer. But
you do not get to come back for one later unless you'll a
paying customer be. And my prices run high." She smiled at the
girl again, briefly, hoping it wouldn't be so long before she
was asked to show her design, still sitting beside Verochka,
face down, taunting even Verochka.
She took another few bites of her lunch, trying to get something
into her stomach before Jessica's obsession with looks gave her
an ulcer. Just because she'd been the only one in the cafeteria
didn't mean Jess was obligated to come and sit with her, that
she knew of. And usually, an obsession with looks came with an
obsession with money or status. Not that Verochka didn't care
about her appearance, she just didn't feel like going overboard
with it. That was for other people to do. She just wanted to be
comfortable in her own skin, that's all.
And she didn't actually know what she should be pricing her
dresses at--she'd never actually had to sell one before-- but
she was sure it would be too expensive for this young woman
sitting before her, even if she thought that wearing so called
'designer' clothes--even if she thought being able to afford the
designer crap would afford her a dress.
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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: Tigger Date: May 7, 2013, 9:58 pm
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Jessica Seeley
"Ok, so... Sorry for my 'nicknames' offending you, but English
isn't my first language. And what the heck is a... 'shti...
stig-ma-ta'?" Jessica heard the funny way she said ‘stigmata’
and barely noted it in the back of her mind. She could catch the
accent from the very beginning of their conversation, but didn’t
really care in all honesty. She had met so many different people
in her lifetime, all from different countries so she didn’t give
it a second thought when someone had an accent. At least it
wasn’t a speech impediment.
“I’ll let you look that one up.” She said simply, not wanting to
risk going into a religious debate of any sort. Religion was a
nasty business, and not to mention the fastest way to get a
person to argue about meaningless beliefs and such.
"And I don't make 'clothes.’” The girl put an emphasis on the
word. "I make dresses, matched perfectly to the wearer's body
type and shape, and complimenting their personality as well. If
you don't want one, go ahead and forget my offer. But you do not
get to come back for one later unless you'll a paying customer
be. And my prices run high."
Jessica could have laughed at the girl. On one hand, she admired
her confidence, and on the other she knew that if she wanted a
dress, she would get one. From a designer with a good review,
not someone she knew nothing about. Not to mention if she had
decided she wanted a dress from V, then she would get one.
Simple as that.
“So…” she began, pinching the bridge of her nose in mild
frustration, “You don’t believe dresses are a type of clothing?
If not, then what are they?” Really, sometimes Jessica wanted to
facepalm herself, but had too much dignity and self-respect to
go through with it. ‘That sure as hell aren’t an accessory.’
“Dresses are a type of clothing, therefore you make clothes.”
“And it’s good to hear that you have a business when you’re so
young! Tell me, how much do your dresses sell for? How many have
you sold?”
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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: MissM Date: May 9, 2013, 1:00 am
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Verochka Stolich-K
“I’ll let you look that one up.” Jessica said, and left it at
that. Verochka hardly noticed.
"And I don't make 'clothes.’” She put an emphasis on the word.
"I make dresses, matched perfectly to the wearer's body type and
shape, and complimenting their personality as well. If you don't
want one, go ahead and forget my offer. But you do not get to
come back for one later unless you'll a paying customer be. And
my prices run high." She started running numbers in her head,
tapping her foot as she did the calculations to try and come up
with the USD price. Rupees probably would send the girl running
the other way...Ah, ok...$6000, she hoped. If it was too high,
the girl might back off. The girl looked at her, some kind of
disbelief running over her face before she pinched her nose.
“So…” she began,“You don’t believe dresses are a type of
clothing? If not, then what are they? Dresses are a type of
clothing, therefore you make clothes.” The girls' voice was
clearly condescending.
"Dresses are in their own class." Verochka shrugged, not rising
to the girls' tone. "It's not like you'd wear one of these to an
every day dinner, even if it was a nice restaurant. These...
well, I think you call them 'balls' or whatever. Or maybe a
fashion show if you were feeling like it." Verochka remembered
the first time someone other than her or her mother had worn one
of her dresses. It had been a disaster, but Vera had been able
to patch it without too much trouble, and the night had gone on.
She smiled, remembering how much fun it had been to be touted
then.
“And it’s good to hear that you have a business when you’re so
young! Tell me, how much do your dresses sell for? How many have
you sold?”
Oops Verochka thought. Forgot that I needed a business to sell
things... Wait, do I? She turned her confused face to Jessica.
"Why would I need a business to sell dresses? I just sell them.
I'm a... 'private contractor', I think the phrase is. The money
I get goes half towards a charity of my choice and half to me.
And the prices they go for are.... around $6,000 dollars US? The
conversion is kind of difficult, but I think that is it. Depends
on the color, shape, and how long you want it if you don't like
the original design."
She sniffed, remembering the only time she'd been argued with
over length. The girl had ended up tripping on it, as Verochka
had told her she would. The memory of the girl tripping still
made her smile, though she had paid for it, literally, the next
day.
"As for how many I've sold... Hmph. Why does it really matter to
you? Worried you won't be getting your money's worth, or that
I'm unreliable or something? That is an affront to me. And if
you are so worried about it, forget about it. It is clearly not
worth your time or energy." She made as if to get up, packing up
everything but her design. She still wanted to work on that. But
the lunchroom was clearly not the place to do it. Taking the
last few bites of her meal, she stood up and disposed of the
tray.
"And, Jessica, if I want fashion advice-- or advice on hair
styling-- I will ask someone who actually knows what they are
talking about--in the case of my hair, my hairstylist. Someone
who has dedicated their life to hair. And..." she paused,
running her eyes up and down the girl, knowing it would at least
piss her off, "...you might want to walk and look like a model,
but... you've got a long way to go." She remembered the models
at the last fashion show she'd been to. Much better of a strut
than this girl had. At least in her opinion.
She wondered momentarily if the girl would attack her actual
clothes next, although she didn't really care. Her clothes were
her own business. The only critiques she ever actually took were
the ones that were decently phrased, and aimed at her dresses.
She sat down, straightening out the shirt she'd been wearing,
trying to get the barely-off-the-shoulder neckline into the
one-side-on one-side-off style. The light pink shirt did go
pretty well with her white capris, or so she thought.
Then she sat back down, setting her elbows on the table and
cradling her chin in her fingers, palms down. "Anything else you
want to say before you leave, or are you going to pretend to be
my friend anyway? Because I think more students are about to
show up, and I've a few things to do before lunch ends."
Her silk braces were digging into her arms, almost painfully
now, but she would rather die than admit defeat to a little
pain.
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