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Post by Zoë-Lynn Kavanagh on Mar 25, 2009 9:21:07 GMT -7
Zoe entered her dorm. It hadn't been too long ago that she left it. Or at least that is the way it felt. Looking around at her room, things were just as she had left them. Why did this surprise her so much. After all it was her room and only hers. So why did she always was in and look to see what had been moved. Who was going to move them? A ghost maybe. She had no idea.
Tossing her bags onto her bed, Zoe took a seat at her desk. Finally she could relax. Alone, some peace and quiet. Just what she really needed. Looking around her room she noticed that it was actually pretty empty. "I will have to do something about this." She said looking at a lot of bare walls. The good question would be what that would end up being. She had no idea, none at all.
Zoe started to unload her draw book. She figured if she didn't have anything else to do. At least she could do that. As Zoe sat at her desk getting ready to draw a knock came from her door. "Who is that?" Zoe asked herself turning to face the door.
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Layla Matthews
Etalon 
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Post by Layla Matthews on Apr 7, 2009 10:39:33 GMT -7
Layla sat in her room, she felt like, well that she needed to find someone to meet in the girl’s dorm. She was used to being alone but maybe here; she could start anew and meet someone. Taking a deep breath, Layla exited her room taking one last look in the mirror making sure she didn’t look a complete mess in her clothes She closed her door behind her and went to a random door and knocked on it. The door opened and a girl with long blonde hair stood in front of her. Layla sucked in her breath and put on a smile “Hi, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Layla Matthews and I’m in Etalon. Are you in that house as well? I just wanted to say Hi so I wouldn’t be like an outcast or something here” She was rambling and she knew it, she coughed softly and smiled “Sorry, I usually don’t speak.” |
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Post by Zoë-Lynn Kavanagh on Apr 7, 2009 11:07:14 GMT -7
Sitting in her chair, Zoe looked at the door. Who could possibly outside of it? She hardly knew anyone around. So who would be stopping in to say hello or anything to her. She took a deep breath and let it out. She would never know if she continued to sit here. Slowly she stood and walked to the door.
Carefully Zoe opened the door. It revealed a girl that Zoe didn't really know. But she didn't want to seem rude or anything. Listening to the girl, her name was Layla, a nice name. "Hi Layla, I'm Zoe-Lynn Kavanagh but please call me Zoe. No I'm not in Etalon, I'm in Pingouln. But it's still nice to meet you." A smile found its way to her mouth. "Oh and don't worry. I'm new, so I don't really know that many people around. I am glad you came over for a visit."
Quickly Zoe shot a look back into her room. Glancing around her room. It was in pretty good shape. Not the best. But then again she wasn't expecting visitors. "Would you like to come in? That is if you're not busy or anything." Hoping that she wasn't out of line to ask that. She waited for an answer.
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Layla Matthews
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Post by Layla Matthews on Apr 7, 2009 11:21:52 GMT -7
She felt at ease, Zoe was the girl’s name. She seemed nice and doesn’t seem the person who would hurt her just to find joy in it. She also invited Layla to come in; Layla gave a small smile and stepped in
“Thanks, I really like your room” she smiled and sat down at her desk with a book in her hand while Layla continued to stare around the room. She noticed at the book and she was curious “Are you a drawer?”
Layla eagerly waited for her answer, she thought it would be really great to have someone else who felt the same way she did about creativity. Although there was a difference maybe they could talk about where they get their inspirations from, maybe she could really be friends with Zoe and no longer feel out of place. Layla’s mind did wander back to the past that she couldn’t remember and how many poems, and songs came from not knowing and the wishes and dreams that would someday remember.
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Post by Zoë-Lynn Kavanagh on Apr 7, 2009 12:02:50 GMT -7
Stepping to one side, Zoe waited for Layla's reaction to her invitation. She was happy when she accepted and took a step into her room. It wasn't much but at least it was hers. Slowly Zoe closed the door behind her. "Thanks, it isn't much but at least it's a little something. I need to get shopping to add some stuff to it. It's actually very plain." This came with a small laugh. She looked around the room.
Zoe's gaze caught what Layla was looking at. It was her draw book. "Yea. I do a little. I try at least. My mother always said that I did wonderful work. But I don't know." Zoe really did enjoy drawing it was fun. Also it allowed her to be creative which was good, cause it gave her something to do when she was bored.
She looked back up to Layla. "So tell me something about yourself. If you want." Zoe looked around till she found an extra chair. "Here have a seat."
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Layla Matthews
Etalon
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Post by Layla Matthews on Apr 7, 2009 12:12:44 GMT -7
Layla sat in the chair and thought for a little while, what exactly could she say thought wouldn’t reveal that she was adopted. Well maybe that’s not so bad to some people, Layla tried to think back farther than she usually would but it wasn’t working.
“Well, I’m adopted.” Zoe glanced up at her and Layla looked out her window “I really don’t remember much past a certain moment in my life…I’ve had dreams that always replay the same thing but I still don’t know if, it happened or if it’s just in my head.”
Layla sighed because she was touching on a soft spot in her life and she decided to dip into her creativity.
“I write poems and songs. They kind of fill a void in my life since I can’t remember but you know it’s not anything special.” Layla twiddled her fingers and sighed, now she felt really horrible, not because she spilled things about her life but because she was once again opening that wound of not knowing who her real family is or what happened to them.
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Post by Zoë-Lynn Kavanagh on Apr 7, 2009 13:01:58 GMT -7
Zoe sat back down in her chair once Layla had sat down. This was the first time she had ever had anyone in her room. Felt a little weird, but also nice. It seemed good to have someone to visit. Even though she really didn't know the girl but this was a good way to get to know someone.
Zoe sat listening to Layla. So she was adopted, interesting. Zoe had never met anyone that was adopted before. Would it be too weird or rude if she asked questions. There was really only one way to find out. "I've never knew anyone that was adopted. Guess it's a little different. Not sure." Zoe didn't know what to say. "But don't feel bad. My dad left us before I was three. So I kind of know what it is like to grow up different than most of the kids around you."
Zoe watched Layla, watching for a reaction that would tip her that she that she had spoken about something that she shouldn't have. But Layla soon changed the subject. Poetry, Zoe loved reading poetry. She couldn't write it but loved to read it. "I love poetry. Of course I am horrible at writing it but love to read it. Plus, music is wonderful. Do you sing too or just write the song?" Zoe was happy to have something that she could talk with Layla about. She didn't' want to pry into her private life. Zoë had a feeling that it was very painful and that isn't a way to make a friend.
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Layla Matthews
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Post by Layla Matthews on Apr 7, 2009 13:22:47 GMT -7
Do I sing the songs too? “Well, I never tried. I just write them because it’s just the feeling of getting those feelings out that I hold inside of me…that’s what I mostly do. I never tried singing them” Layla thought about that, she does love to sing. She usually walks around singing other songs just not her own, she never thought of doing that, it wasn’t a bad idea actually.
She thought back to what that description of her wand was; it said it was good for making music so maybe she was destined to do that. “Well maybe I should try to conjure a piano or something and put music to my words”
Layla’s mind wandered back to her mother saying that she had a natural gift and that she should decide to put her words to music. It was something that she always held in her heart but she never had the guts to really try it but since Zoe brought it to her attention, maybe she should try it.
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Post by Zoë-Lynn Kavanagh on Apr 7, 2009 13:52:43 GMT -7
Reaching for a small plush stuffed wolf that Zoe had on her desk. She was a little nervous and the small toy made her feel a little more relaxed. She listened to Layla. She wrote music but had never tried to sing. "Maybe you should try a song sometime. it couldn't hurt. Not really. Might be interesting." Zoe didn't know much about singing. Listening to music, that she could do. But singing wasn't something Zoe could. It had been years since she learned that singing wasn't something Zoe could do.
"It's good to have an outlet for your emotions. I know that from experience. If I didn't have my drawing I would be lost or gone crazy one." This brought a small smile to Zoe's face. It was good to have someone that enjoyed something that she did. She could see that they could very possibility become friends. It would be interesting if they did. They didn't have to be in the same house to be friends.
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Layla Matthews
Etalon
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Post by Layla Matthews on Apr 8, 2009 16:18:45 GMT -7
Layla smiled at the girl, she had told her that she should try to sing her songs. Layla thought of all her unfinished lyrics, her half-written poems, she then shook her head and pushed her hair out of her face
“I don’t think I can do that, you see, well I never finished any of my songs. Even if I tried to sing them I probably wouldn’t, considering how I don’t know how I would sound singing my OWN songs. Now I can sing other people’s songs but my own…” she shook her head again “…I might be to afraid to try that”
Layla looked at Zoe who continued to hold her stuffed animal; Layla clasped her hands together tightly and sighed.
“Well I should be going…” Layla stood to her feet and ran her fingers through her hair; she stretched her legs and put Zoe’s chair back by her desk. She turned around and smiled “…thanks for talking with me Zoe. I’ll let you get back to your drawing, hope to see you around.”Layla couldn’t believe her own words, she wanted to know someone so badly but of course her personality of being a loner overcame her.
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Post by Zoë-Lynn Kavanagh on Apr 8, 2009 18:33:23 GMT -7
Zoe watched Layla. She had a point. Zoe understood what it was like to have something unfinished. Slowly she got up and walked over to one of her shelves and pulled a box off. Setting in onto the floor. It was one of those semi-small blue plastic totes. Opening the lid it was jam packed full of pictures. "See these." Zoe said raising her eyes to meet Layla's eyes. "These are all my unfinished pictures. And these are the only ones I have with me." A small giggle came from her.
Leaving the box on the floor she went back to her seat. "I know what you mean about not finishing something. I am the same way. I get started and loose interest and stop. It gets a little annoying sometimes but also allows me the chance to find something else I want to do better." A smile came across her face. She sat back down in her chair.
Just then Layla stood as if she was leaving. Zoe hoped she wasn't going to leave. She stood back up. "Hey don't leave. You just got here."
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