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Post by DA VINCI~ on Aug 9, 2011 21:30:13 GMT -5
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Instantly, she was flooded with embarressment, quickly leaning back and busying herself by running her fingers through her hair. She crossed her legs and bit her lip while Russell laughed. For a moment, Viola was certain he thought her to be pathetic. She took a bold move, and felt regret at his reaction. Her ears perked up when she heard him speak, "Viola, I know we've only known each other for a while, but . . . there's a dance at my school. It'll probably be pretty lame, but . . . you want to go? With me?" This time, it was Viola's turn to laugh; she did it with relief.
Then the question reached her brain and instantly her eyes grew. A dance?! He wants to take... me... to a dance?! She felt a wave of shock and joy roll through her and shivered slightly. Viola blushed and smiled warmly at his offer; it made her feel wanted, liked. "I'd pick you up and bring you back, and you'd be with me the whole time, and you wouldn't have to talk to anybody..." Russell trailed off. So he still didn't know that she couldn't talk? She'd have to work on a way to make him understand. But a free ride... and a whole night with Russell.
A smile broke out onto her face and she hugged him briefly before pulling away and nodding enthusiastically.
Viola loved to dance.
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Post by Erinland on Aug 11, 2011 23:51:33 GMT -5
Russell could barely beleive it as Viola hugged him and nodded. He had been prepared to try much more persuasion. And she was smiling. His face lit up as he realized he hadn't upset her with his suggestion. And for no other reason than that he was happy, he laughed.
"Great! It's in a week. Friday night, at seven." Russell paused thinking of Viola living in the orphanage. She would need something to wear, but he doubted anyone at that place would be much help. But then again maybe she already had something in mind. Or, He thought, they could go as they were. He decided it didnt make much difference one way or the other. He didn't care if he went to the dance in overalls. But he reminded himself that girls cared about their presentation.
"I'll help you get a dress if you need one. My aunt might have some, and there are always thrift shops to search through." He smiled, hoping this sounded as good to her as it did to him.
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Aug 24, 2011 17:28:32 GMT -5
Viola's nose wrinkled distastefully at the mention of thrift stores. Although the prices seemed cheap, she didn't like the sound of wearing clothes already worn by others. If it was going to be a dance, she wanted to look her best in clothing never worn. Despite the fact that the thought itself made her feel greedy, Viola decided the feeling was appropriate for the occasion and shook her head in response to Russell's suggestions; scrunching her face a little at the thought of his Aunt sacrificing one of her dresses for someone like Viola.
Other than that, she already had one picked out. A dress she had worn before, but never fit for the occasion.
Viola remembered wearing the oversize dress when she was younger. She would sit at the dinner table along with the others of her age group and smiled as the kids complimented the dress consuming her small body with it's pale yellow color and pooling ends, glad for the attention and glad for the companionship it offered to her young lonely self.
Looking at Russell now, Viola smiled friendly and refused his kind offers with head and hand moving side to side before pointing to herself and nodding a little. She mouthed the words "I have one," along with her movements.
When she looked away, Viola's smile subconsciously formed into a small pout-like frown as she realized the evening was coming to an end. She exhaled slightly and began to get up, making sure her wrist bands were tied securely and were dry when she picked up her violin and bow.
Dusting off the sand and dirt clinging to her clothes, she smiled sweetly at Russell and turned to leave.
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Post by Erinland on Aug 25, 2011 2:15:35 GMT -5
 Russell laughed as Viola scrunched her face at his suggestions. What would a guy know? He asked himself. He had after all, considered over-alls. He nodded understandingly, knowing that girls had much different veiws on clothes than he. Viola then smiled and shook her head. For the first time, she mouthed words to him. "I have one.' Russell was overjoyed that the dress crisis had been totally averted. "Oh, good. By all means, wear it. I guess i'll wear my dad's suit. It's old fashioned, but it's still pretty nice." He noticed her face change and he realized it was getting late. Viola did too, for she rose up and secured her instrument and checked her arm bands. She smiled and turned to leave. "Viola," He said as she walked away. He gave her a crooked smile, showing a few teeth, and unknowingly looking very handsome. "I'm really glad I met you." |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Aug 25, 2011 20:27:15 GMT -5
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When she was turned away and Russell could no longer see her own warm smile, Viola silently mouthed the words "I'm glad too."
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Opening up the grand doors of the Red Mount's villa, Viola stepped into the orphanage and was greeted by the site of others near her age walking calmly to the bedroom halls. She too followed in their steps, bare feet making quiet thumps as she made her way to the large room and stopped at the very end where her own bed stood. Sighing, she entered the bathroom to the right and grabbed her pajamas from her locker.
Climbing into bed, Viola sighed and hung over from the edge, staring at the two boxes under her bed. One sheltered her viola and bow. In the other, a dress given from her parents. One of the box's components were soon to find its way in a foreign place with crowds of other teenagers, foreign music blasting from speakers, and a single, familiar man awaiting the arrival of his date. And all in just one week.
One, fucking exciting week.
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Post by Erinland on Aug 26, 2011 1:52:06 GMT -5
 Russell straightened his jacket and looked in the mirror. He was cleaned, spiffed, and pressed; yet he still felt stupid in his suit. Not that it looked bad on him. It looked very nice. It was dark grey and fit him better than he would've expected. It was just that he didn't wear suits on a regualar basis. He didnt even own one, this was his dad's. He frowned in the mirror. "Oh Russell! You look amazing!" It was Aunt Diane, too impatient to wait for him to show her. "Uh, thanks Aunt Diane." He pulled at his collar to loosen it. "Oh, hon, your tie is a little crooked, here." Diane yanked at it until she considered it in place. "There. Perfect." She inhaled. "Ooh, you smell good, too." Russell smirked at her. "Your date's gonna have a hard time keepin' her hands off you." Russell rolled his eyes. He made his way past her, toward the door. "I vacumed your truck seats too," Diane said. "I can't let that poor girl show up all dusty. Here don't forget this." She handed him the flowered corsage he'd gotten for Viola to wear. "Alright, go, don't want to be late. Have fun!" She shooed him through the front door and shut it on him. He started down the steps when she opened it again. "Oh! Don't forget to bring her by so we can take pictures." "Aunt Diane, pictures? Really?" Russell gave her a despairing look. "Yes! So we can remember," She smiled. Russell sighed. "I might, if she doesn't mind. But I'm not making any promises." He said, turning to the truck. "Oh, alright." Diane waved and went back in. Russell drove through town towards the orphanage, excited to see Viola again. He caught nearly every red light, and gave him time to think. He wondered if Viola considered him her boyfriend or just a date. He thought about the word 'girlfriend'. It had a nice feeling. He decided he didn't mind what Viola considered him, as long as she considered him. He pulled through the orphanage gates in his old white truck and parked, wondering if he should go to the door for her. His father told him it was rude to wait in the car for a lady. The young man stepped out of the truck, and pulling at his collar, stood in front of the big doors. |
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Sept 8, 2011 14:57:02 GMT -5
((OOC: If you don't understand what I meant at the end, I meant it as in before, Violette felt as if there were butterfly cocoons inside her, and now that they are about to go to the dance, they hatched into butteflies.))
Viola tugged agitatedly at the hem of her dress. It was tighter than she remembered, but had enough bagginess to give her comfort. The pale, Russian-silk clothing hugged her in all the right spots, but Viola couldn't help feeling just a little too revealed. She managed to borrow a cardigan to make her feel a bit more at ease and sighed before stepping back to look in the small mirror.
Butterfly cocoons were slowly growing inside her as her eyes scanned her own figure critically. She fixed a couple folds near her hip and pushed back her bangs. Instantly, she was met with the plain of marks down her face and neck. Viola bit her lip, she had wanted to put her hair up, forgetting all about the facial dilemma. The girl's hands finger-brushed through her hair enough to cover the scars and create an appropriate appearance.
She was subconciously gritting her teeth and winced as it began to hurt before stopping and taking a deep breath. The clock behind her chimed as her signal for freedom.
Viola tugged once more at the strap over her shoulder and exhaled before rushing excitedly down the halls to the door. Her smile reached nearly ear to ear as she pulled open the mahogany doors and jumped down the steps.
Walking up to Russell, she gawked at his stature. In a normal occassion, he was shockingly attractive, but in Formal... It was almost enough to make Viola's knees weak! She laughed breathily and gestured towards his handsome clothing. Millions of compliments flew through her mind, one of the descriptions including the word "sexy."
Glad that her own attaire seemed to fit for the occassion, Viola gave Russell a quick hug before straightening out his jacket and laughing.
The cocoons hatched.
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Post by Erinland on Sept 9, 2011 0:49:10 GMT -5
Russell's brows raised as Viola came out of the big doors. She looked beautiful in her dress and had a cardigan sweater pulled over it. Her hair fell feathery over her scars, which Russell thought looked less noticeable. She was smiling, a very good sign. She seemed to think he looked suitable and she gave him a hug and straightened his jacket while laughing. He stepped back and turned in a slow circle with his arms extended. "I clean up good, right?" He chuckled. He handed her the corsage. It was a white rose with light blue ribbon in a little plastic box. "Here, this is for you to pin on your dress, or some girls wear it on their wrists. Or, you don't have to wear it at all. My aunt just demanded I get one for you."He took her arm and led her to the passenger side of the truck. He opened the door and held it open. "Mi Lady," He said in a britsh accent, while smiling and bowing. He closed her door and went around to the drivers side to get in. He sat looking at her and smiled again. "Well, here we go," He said. "Now, if at anytime you decide you don't want to be there, just tug on my sleeve, and I'll bring you straight home. We can leave whenever you want, or stay as long as you want. Whatever you want-" He smiled with his whole face, his brows raised excitedly. "-Because tonight is your night."Russell drove out of Red Mount and flipped though the radio buttons. He came across some sort of rap with quite a catchy beat. He turned it up and looked at Viola. Laughing, He put his hand on the steering wheel with his arm straight, trying to mimic a gangsta and failing. He bobbed his head to the beat, laughing even more. This was the most fun he'd had in a long time, and it felt really really good. His extrovert-self was shining through, and he hoped that part of him would keep making appearances. Excitement released itself in his wide white smile as they finally pulled into the school parking lot. |
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