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Post by Claire Eterna on Mar 21, 2011 19:42:30 GMT -8
Claire ♥ ♥ Catch me as I fall
Claire took a deep breath, running a hand through her red hair. She waved good bye to the photographer. She smiled and waved to the other models she passed by. She was heading up to her brother's office, it was her playtime but not her brother's. For him it was still work time. It seemed like he might be having a meeting, with the way the assistant at the desk was acting. Claire could easily recognize the signs, the way the assistant was playing with her pen was just one of the many hints. It must have been someone important, what with the way the blinds were closed. The girl didn't worry about it though.
The teenager took a seat, deciding to wait it out. She wanted to see her brother for a little while. Her photo shoot was done after all. Claire wasn't really embarrassed about the clothing she had to wear. She sat in a chair with a black gown, it had sparkles and only one strap. Her black heels were uncomfortable, and her eyeliner was a bit to thick for her own taste. If only Bella was here, she knew how to do makeup, without making people look a goth wannabe. It was the model's job to use what they got and make it look good though. Claire was very good at "the look". It came naturally, just like it had for her mother before her. It was the Eterna modeling company, and maybe it was always work time for them. The girl sat patiently, resting her feet which screamed complaint at the heel's grip. The shoes were much to small...
Just as she was thinking this, a person in a lab coat exited her brother's office. He didn't even glance at the model. She watched him leave, and found him a bit strange. She had never seen that person before. She looked at the door to her brother's office and pondered on actually going to see him now. Something told her it wasn't such a good idea...
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Post by Trace Costell on Mar 23, 2011 16:33:45 GMT -8
 JUNK STARS ARE THE STARS OF GLITTERING DREAMS ღHow many times have you asked yourself, 'Am I human'? Not nearly enough times, in Trace Costell's opinion. He believed people weren't grateful enough for the privilege of being 'normal'. They didn¡®t know how well-off they were, even from birth. They didn't know how envied they were. They didn¡®t know how much other people would kill to be like them. The didn't know. Period.
These thoughts swam through Trace's head as he just barely paid attention to the conversation that was going on between the 'adults'. Doctor Owens and Mr. Eterna, to be exact. The two were in a rather heated discussion about his career. A career he didnt even want. Mr. Eterna was apparently the top dog or CEO here at Eterna Modeling company or something like that. Trace wasn't entirely sure. Doctor Owens didn't quite explain things to him. Basically, he just told him to be quiet and let the 'adults' talk.
First thing Trace did when he entered Mr. Eterna's office was look him up and down. Tall. Slim. With orange-looking hair. An interesting man, but at the same time, so easy to read. Definitely the big brother type and fiercely protective over what ever siblings or close friends he had. But the way he held his stature spoke how much work he was expected to do by the company, whether by stress or pride, he wasn't sure. All that really mattered was Mr. Eterna's answer to Doctor Owens request of getting Trace a gig.
Doctor Owens' firm and loud voice was what brought Trace back to his current situation. It was no surprise Doctor Owens was getting angry already. He was the type to constantly say 'My way or the highway' which he most definitely was not getting right now. Trace, apparently, would not model for the Eterna company. His face red, Doctor Owens stormed out of the office, leaving Trace behind. Way to keep the objective in mind, douche, Trace thought. Usually, he did not express such vulgar language, but Doctor Owens was his least favorite doctor. He was the one that showed the least sympathy and the most delight in his pain.
Trace slowly and calmly stood up after the doctor left the scene. He apologized for Doctor Owens' rudeness and transgression. Mr. Eterna stood up as well, telling him there was no worries, and shook his hand good naturedly but warily at the same time. With that, Trace left. There was no doubt he, or rather, Doctor Owens had left a less than admirable first impression.
As Trace left, though, he was met with a dilemma. Unfortunately, Doctor Owens had not waited for him outside the office. Typical, he thought with a sigh. His eyes scanned the surrounding area for someone to ask which direction the little faggot had gone. His eyes immediately went to the receptionist, but he was pretty sure she'd just try to hit on him. Again. And then he noticed someone else in the room. Wasn't there earlier, he mused.
She was most definitely a model, so that already gave him half her personality. Hard-working. Independent. Suspicious. But there was another half he wasn't quite sure of. He assumed that she perhaps was related to Mr. Eterna, what with the orange-ish hair, but underneath all that, there was something in her eyes that made things murky and intriguing.
" Hey, do you know which way the man in the lab coat went? [/b]" he asked the model-looking girl. It wasn't a very useful question, though. There weren't a lot of directions he could go in the first place. The door was glass, so at least he could know if Doctor Owens went down the right hallway of the left hallway.[/blockquote][/size] STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 623
TAGGED; Claire Eterna
NOTES; >.< |
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Post by Claire Eterna on Mar 23, 2011 19:53:46 GMT -8
Claire♥ ♥ Say you're here and it's all over now
Claire really needed an excuse not to go in and see her brother now. After seeing that man storm out she was more than a bit hesitant. If only Bella was here. She would bounce in and smile, but Bella wasn't here. Claire was apparently supposed to go in there and find out if something was wrong. If there was something wrong, she really didn't want to know. Enough things were wrong with her life... that was selfish though, so she kicked herself.
The orange haired girl was surprised to find another stranger walk out of her brother's office. Just as she was about to force herself to go in, she got an excuse. The strange boy was somehow different. Not just in appearance... Claire didn't question her humanity very often. She did, however, question other peoples. Somehow she worried she might be just as schizophrenic as her sister. Although Bella's symptoms were nothing like what they used to be. Claire could still question if there were ghosts among the crowd or people, or maybe they were just loved ones left behind like her own family.
Claire was faced with a question she didn't know the answer to. She hadn't really paid attention to the direction, for her mind had been on forcing herself to go say hello to her brother. She hadn't expected anyone asking questions. Especially not of her, but she just got an excuse to walk out of the awkward room. Well, it was awkward to her anyway.
"Sorry, I didn't. If he needs to wait for you he is probably down in the main lobby. I can lead you down there." She stood up, hoping desperately she didn't have to go in the office. Her brother was probably busy with a bunch of paperwork now. It wasn't a good time, she could tell that. Her brother was never the type to send his sister away, but she wouldn't burden him either. She was independent, unlike Bella. She wouldn't cling to her brother and cause him trouble.
The Eterna girl gave the best smile she could muster without Bella around. The corners of her lips barely moving. She studied the male before her. He was... interesting. She had no idea why he was here or who he was. But as long as he provided her an excuse to get out of the waiting room she would think of him as an alright guy. Well actually, that was all she could label him since she didn't know him, and he had seemed to be polite.
Thinking of etiquette the model held out her hand. Introducing herself, "I'm Claire Eterna, nice to meet you." It was probably obvious she was related to the CEO now. Her big brother was a nice guy, if he wasn't being a meanie, as Bella would put it. There older brother could be the best big brother to them, and then he just doesn't care about anyone else unless they are so called "interesting". Claire was no one to talk about that though. Since she seemed to be a different person half of the time. There always seemed to be Claire, or Claire with Bella. There was a major difference. Claire wasn't worried about her humanity, just her mental health.
notes; wow. good job! Also I like your signature for trace XD |
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Post by Trace Costell on Apr 12, 2011 17:24:05 GMT -8
 I WANNA BE! LET¡®S GO, LET¡®S GO, LET¡®S GO! ღTrace sighed audibly in contempt. Honestly, he never got angry easily, but lately, things have been going a little down hill. His doctors have recently been trying to get him out into the entertainment world. The Eterna Modeling company was actually the fourth business he and Doctor Owens had visited, each being worse than the one before. In addition, he'd been feeling rather frustrated, although not quite sure with what. As a biological experiment, you'd imagine he'd be frustrated with many, many specific little details about his existence and being. Instead, Trace would often have random fits of frustration, never at one particular thing. He, of course, did not let any of his doctors know of this, though.
" Sorry, I didn't." The model girl replied, at which Trace felt his spirits drop a little more. No money. No cell phone. And in the middle of the outskirts of Utopia (which he wasn't really familiar with, having lived only one year, most of which living in a lab). "If he needs to wait for you he is probably down in the main lobby. I can lead you down there. "
" Please do. [/color] " Trace answered, almost immediately. He watched her stand up and hold her hand out to shake, introducing herself as Claire Eterna. So he was right, he pointed out to himself. So the model had manners. Earlier this month, he had met some youths from another talent company. Absolutely horrid etiquette. The, like, girls would, like, always, like, talk like this and were too busy stroking their ego to give half a thought to him. The males were much the same, excluding the limited speech, and tended to belittle him. " Trace Costell. The pleasure is all mine.[/color] " He said, remembering the etiquette class he had taken shortly after he had been 'born', and took Claire's outstretched hand. Rather than shaking it, though, he remembered that it was more polite with girls to kiss their hand, so that¡®s what he did. He turned her hand so that the back of it was turned upwards, leaned forward, and lightly kissed her hand. " Lead the way.[/color]" Trace said and straightened himself, releasing her hand. He hoped that they'd get into the lobby quick enough to intercept Doctor Owens. Knowing the doctor, he would most definitely forget about him in his rage, then, after maybe an hour or so (if no one reminded him before hand), would again remember him.[/blockquote][/size] STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 433
NOTES; Thanks >.< It was kinda hard to find a picture of Ulquiorra looking nice without his hollow mask. lol |
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Post by Claire Eterna on Apr 13, 2011 19:59:43 GMT -8
Claire ♥ ♥ Say you're here and it's all over now
Claire was the sister of the Eterna company's CEO. Yet she didn't know a thing about the labs or scientists. She didn't know that her father had been a part of setting up the system. She didn't know that her brother reluctantly still associated with the labs. The girl didn't know what was going on. She just happened to notice a strange man coming out of her brother's office. It was much simpler for her.
The female didn't just have bouts of frustration. She was almost always plagued by negative feelings, if they weren't on the front of her mind they were in the back. Sometimes she put a screen up in front of the thoughts, but that was always temporary. As soon as Bella walked out of the room, the screen seemed to dissolve. It was a constant construction project with a tornado going through every twenty minutes. Thats how it sometimes felt anyway. It wasn't so bad on her good days, today was a good day.
The teenager immediately noticed his etiquette. He was a real gentleman. For some reason she thought he might be a foreigner, with the technology you could get from planet to planet in no time. Claire knew of other big cities on Threa, a plane could zip over to Utopia in no time. Something like Paris filled her head, but then she stopped day dreaming and payed attention. Trace Costell, and a kiss on the hand. She blinked and then smiled, "Thank you."
Claire wasn't like a lot of the models around here. She felt bad for her brother, having to deal with every single model in the building. If her brother got a few more assistants it wouldn't be such a big deal. He worked himself crazy. The models could be snobs, and moody. Forbid to models had to work together when they were both on their... of the month.Claire had to admit, some of her partners made her want to pull her hair out. A few of them had pulled Claire's hair. It was crazy there weren't more cat fights around here. Then the male models probably just fought over the mirror as much as the girls. Claire wouldn't know, they had a separate changing and dressing area.
Claire nodded when asked to lead the way. She started walking towards the elevator. Glancing at him with an expression that seemed kind of... worried, curious, and cautious. "My brother, Mr.Eterna, wasn't rude was he? He has a bad habit of acting...Um. Callous with strangers." She didn't feel all that comfortable with saying that but it was kind of true. Her brother equaled stubborn. He was a really nice guy once you got to know him though.
notes; I bet, but I wouldn't worry about the mask, its coolio lolz |
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Post by Trace Costell on Apr 24, 2011 15:21:42 GMT -8
 THE WORLD IS STAINED BLACK ღTrace, like Claire, was also unaware which entertainment companies were in on the cloning business. Though he himself was the very creation of their kind of twisted science, he was basically kept in the dark. He didn¡®t even know who is 'parents' were. He was a quick learner and intelligent. His doctors often called him a genius, although it did nothing to his moral. And he was also a pianist and singer. This gave him a couple of guesses as to who were the donors of his DNA. On top of this, he had a compelling urge to ask his possible donors if they actually were his 'parents'. This was one of the few reasons he went along on these appointments. Maybe if he made it big enough, he would be able to meet them.
Trace continued to smile for Claire, as to not send any messages of urgency despite his thoughts. On his counterfeited birth certificate, it said he was nineteen, but in actuality, he was one. And with that young age, he also had a fear of abandonment. Even if it was Doctor Owens, he needed a familiar face to guide him around the big city of Utopia. Claire was fine and dandy, but stranger danger, as the doctors used to tell him.
Trace followed Claire's lead toward the elevator, listening as she spoke. "My brother, Mr. Eterna, wasn't rude, was he? He has a habit of acting¡ Um. Callous with strangers. ¡° She said, in a way apologizing for her brother. He also found it interesting how she said ¡®callous¡¯. Models were often stereotypically airhead-like, but Claire seemed rather intelligent than the average model.
"Oh, don¡®t worry about it. Mr. Owens was just being a little difficult [/color]" Trace said as he kept in step with Claire.[/blockquote][/size] STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 301
NOTES; Happy Easter |
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Post by Claire Eterna on Apr 25, 2011 6:38:12 GMT -8
Claire♥ ♥ I'm so tired of being here
Claire was lucky to have known both her parents, she was fully aware some people never got that privilege. It was true her mother was never around, always away on business trips.She would never see her father again, since he was dead. But at least she had them for a good time frame of her seventeen years.
The big sister knew how it felt to be scared, and how it felt to have to be the big girl in charge. Bella was an amazing little sister, but she could be pretty clingy sometimes. Not that Claire minded, she actually liked it. Being young was hard, and growing up gave you experience to deal with the complicated world. She lead the way to the elevator. by experience she had learned to just press the buttons and step inside, the elevator did the rest, not so complicated.
Even simple things like this could be hard for the models Claire usually had to work with. Airheads, the lot of them. She wouldn't really care if that was the stereo-type about models but it was sort of true. The female was smarter than the average model, but it was just because she was expected to be helping out with the business part of the company if it was ever required. All the Eterna children were expected to get at least a B in everything while in school. Her older brother was the smartest of the trio, Claire was a close second, and then they had the youngest. Bella was their little blond child, although Claire didn't think Bella was stupid or anything. Most of the time Claire didn't use words like callous. IT was probably because she was still sort of in work time that she was using her more expanded vocabulary.
Stepping into the elevator, she smiled as he said that her brother wasn't a problem. She pressed the button for the main floor. The button clicked, and glowed a neon green. Then they started to descend. "We got lucky the elevator was on this floor and didn't need to wait." she said quietly. Just making small talk so it wouldn't be painfully silent and awkward the whole way down. Then the elevator stopped moving, with a terrible screeching noise. Claire looked up, a worried expression on her face, the little light above the floor buttons said they were between the third and second floor. "Never mind about that luck thing." She said, realizing the elevator was now broken. She didn't know what was wrong with it, but figured it would be a while before they got out. So in the mean time, she took off her stupid high heels, if she ended up dieing in here, she wouldn't do it in painful shoes. "I'm sure someone will figure to we're stuck in here. Sorry about this." She said, while pulling off the shoes.
notes; Happy Easter to you too! My happy Easter is late lolz |
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Post by Trace Costell on May 6, 2011 14:30:22 GMT -8
 EVEN THOUGH OUR BREATH REMAINS WHITE ღTrace subtly wondered about his future. Y'know, if he never managed to find Doctor Owens, which he took as a very likely possibility. Would he be able to live on his own? Earn money with his talents? All by himself? He figured he could play the piano or sing in a small club, then work his way up. But this thought also brought him to the concern of whether or not he wanted to go back. Back to the lab where the doctors had performed painful experiments on him, although, he knew, the experiments wouldn't be quite as often now that they were trying to get him out into the world. Maybe something to cure his paleness now and then, but for the most part, he assumed he would live a normal life. At least, as normal as a clone's life could get.
Trace followed the young model into the elevator and listened as she commented on their luck, then chuckled and muttered a "Mmhm," sarcastically as the elevator shuddered to a halt with an absolutely awful noise. He gritted his teeth, the loud sound irking him.
Now, Trace was an intelligent man. A jack of all trades, and master of all, one of his doctors had once said. A couple of months ago, he had become interested in business, which led him to office buildings, which led him to a typical organization of floors in an office building, which finally led him to elevators, the machine that connected all the floors.
From the looks of the elevator, it was a cable system elevator, meaning that the car was raised and lowered by steel traction ropes and a counterweight. In this case, most likely a rope snapped and the safeties kicked in to brake the car before it fell too fast, hence the horrid screech. " It's not like it's your fault. [/color] " Trace said and leaned against the wall of the elevator. " Is modeling, uh, hard?[/color]" He might as well learn some information if he was going to model at all in the future. With his complexion, though, he didn't think that would be any time soon.[/blockquote][/size] STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 369
NOTES; Sorry for the delay |
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Post by Claire Eterna on May 8, 2011 15:18:00 GMT -8
Claire ♥ ♥ Catch me as I fall
Claire was more comfortable without her shoes pinching her feet. She shrugged when he said it wasn't her fault. A lot of things were not her fault, but sometimes she did fret over them. It wasn't like she could control everything that happened, but she could try to take care of everything she possibly could. She could take care of herself, her sister, her big brother too. She didn't have to worry about her big brother too much though. Right now she wished she could fix the elevator, but honestly all she knew about it was that the up button makes it go up and the down button makes it go down. She also realized that they were stuck in the elevator.
She watched him lean against the wall, and thought about maybe getting more comfortable as well. They could be stuck in the elevator for a while. She sat down, carefully since she was still wearing a dress. She managed to be comfortable and lady-like. she smiled at him, when he asked if it was hard. Honestly? It sort of was, for some people. She took this at a try at small talk, that would pass time in the stupid broken elevator.
"It's probably more difficult then it looks, but it isn't extremely hard. There are a lot of high expectations. Anybody can be replaced in modeling, it can be stressful. There can be pressure to lose weight, maintain a youthful appearance, and be required to be on the go. Photo shoots can take forever, and sometimes you have to be on your feet in uncomfortable shoes for a long time." She smiled, glancing at her own shoes. "Outdoor photo shoots are not that fun since sometimes the weather is bad. Even though there are a lot of uncomfortable things, you have to stay graceful, and collected in front of your superiors. In that area some people do better then others." Again she glanced at her shoes with a smile on her face. Yeah, the shoes reminded her of the dressing area and some of the girls. Not all of them were so nice, and collected.
"You have to make good images. That's a models job. It is not all bad though. I mean it can be fun, and funny. Really funny." She was smiling at some memories of hers. On a trip she had found out that some of her modeling partners were not the best with direction. And of course they were too stuck up to admit to being lost, or ask for direction. Claire had noticed the correct place, and tried telling them. Of course they didn't listen and kept wondering around. Claire went to the photo shoot by herself, and when the other models showed up, tired, late, and embarrassed... Claire couldn't help thinking it was kind of funny. That was what they got for being total divas.
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Post by Trace Costell on May 15, 2011 11:18:23 GMT -8
 I WONDER WHAT HAS CHANGED FOR US[/font] ღ Trace carefully watched Claire in an effort to absorb as much information as he could. He remembered last month when the doctors showed him a video of a majority of Utopia's prime occupations. One of which was modeling. The video had described the daily life of a model, including expectations, responsibilities, an interview with a model, and a list of major modeling compains. It goes without saying Eterna Modeling was one of the many listed. As he recalled, the video mentioned only the good things about modeling. For example, one girl had spoken so brightly and positively about how comfortable and fun modeling was, but, Trace's eyes went to Claire's shoes, things weren't always so dandy. Not quite something he'd rely on for experience on a job.
Trace listened with his undivided attention to Claire's description of her job as he also sat down across from her. (He had learned in his etiquette class that it was polite to speak with someone on the same level as his being higher than her might imply that he looked down on her). Trace processed everything she had said, but the aspect he noticed the most was her honesty with how hard it could be, but to finish up her little speech, she ended with a positive note. But all in all, her description didn't press him to be a model at all. If anything, it had made him more reluctant. But he knew he couldn't keep procrastinating like this forever. Eventually, the doctors would be fed up with his stubbornness and just throw him into any random career.
"Oh, is that so? I figured as much." Trace nodded, as if he understood, but, obviously without first hand experience, he didn't. " What made you decide to modeling as a career? I mean, other than your brother Mr. Eterna being the CEO here. [/color]"[/blockquote][/size] STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 328
NOTES; Ta-da! XD |
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Post by Claire Eterna on May 17, 2011 20:20:39 GMT -8
Claire glanced up at him as he replied. She smiled, it was funny how people assumed things so easily. He looked like he understood, but didn't really know if he did. It was going to be a surprise to anyone who hadn't been a model before on how difficult it could be for certain people. Not everyone could do it. Unless you had the grace, confidence, and beauty you were hopeless.
She didn't say a word about that though. Instead she focused her attention on is next question. It seemed a bit awkward at first, being trapped in an elevator with a complete stranger, but this was okay. "It's the family business, my mother, she was a model, and my father owned the company. You could say, I wanted to be like my Mom." Her smile sort of faltered on the last bit. She didn't really want to be like her mom anymore. Her mom wasn't even home on half of the holidays. Claire stayed near home, she took care of Bella, and she was the one who did what needed to be done. Axel did a lot too, but he couldn't keep an eye on Bella the way Claire did. Claire was doing alright with her own person now, she didn't want to be like her mother so much anymore.
"I certainly won't be a model forever, so I'm going to college after I graduate high school. I'm not really sure what I really want to do yet. I would bet though, that if I took a few voice lessons I could land in the singing industry. Oh boy, I must sound conceited." She smiled again, something mischievous flickering there. She put a hand under her hair, and flicked it up, pantomiming being some evil step-sister of sorts. Then laughed softly, she was sure glad she wasn't really evil. Also, she was glad she wasn't claustrophobic. Looking around the elevator, a claustrophobic person definitely would have gone crazy by now. At least this wasn't a elevator with the stupid music. "I definitely should not try to be an actor." she concluded with a sharp nod of her head. As if agreeing with herself, which she did. Claire one and Claire two both knew that Claire could not act. She was a very bad actor.
notes; woo-hoo! lolz
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Post by Trace Costell on Jun 5, 2011 11:25:48 GMT -8
 SINCE THE DAY I PROMISED I'D CRUSH THE HERE AND NOW ღTrace, in the back of his head, wondered whether or not he was digging into her experiences a little too deep. Asking her opinion on her occupation was one thing, but asking how she got into the business was another. Although he didn't look the part, he was rather self-conscious about what he said and did rather than his physical appearance. Was it okay? Would she mind? Or had he gone too far? Being only one year old in the big city of Utopia was hard, especially for his judgment. Utopia was what some people called a 'gilded' city. It looked nice and shiny and pure on the outside, but inside, it was corrupted and immoral. He remembered being 'brain washed' (for lack of a better word) into thinking that Utopia was the best city in the universe. But then he was accidentally exposed to the impure part of Utopia. Drugs, gangs, murder. Things that turned his delusional world upside down.
Luckily, Claire didn't seem to mind. "It's the family business, my mother, she was a model, and my father owned the company. You could say, I wanted to be like my mom.¡° She said. It made enough sense, Trace thought. But he also noticed how out of the five verbs she had said, four of them were in the past tense. 'Was a model.' 'Owned the company.' 'Wanted to be like my mom.' There was the possibility that Claire had just misspoken, but she had already proved herself an intelligent girl that would know what she was saying. Not only was the wording suspicious, though, but her smile wavered as she spoke. Definitely some personal things in there, Trace concluded.
He almost decided to further that discussion with a blunt question like 'What happened to your parents?', but then he decided against it, thinking it might be too private. He continued that banter between his curious side and courteous side. If all else failed, think on the golden rule, he finally compromised. He certainly didn't want anyone asking about his parents, he decided, so he shouldn¡¯t ask about hers.
But this decision of morality brought him to another concern. Was it really okay to be in an enclosed space with a female? Being only one year old (and an artificial human being, not to mention), his hormones haven't quite kicked in yet. He had heard his doctors once joking they had made him so that he didn't have any hormones in order to bypass the dreaded teenage phase. He never found out if they were serious or not. No acne. The same deep voice. And no obscene thoughts about girls. Maybe they were just late?
Claire continued, saying how she was going to drop modeling after graduating high school to go to college, although she wasn't sure what she should go into yet. Trace had assumed Claire was already out of high school. It was surprising, thinking of her as a student. She definitely could have fooled him. She went on to talk about her singing skills, saying that she could even make a name for herself there. She admitted that she was being a bit conceited and acted out a sort of thing that made her seem a bit prissy-ish. Acting, she finished, was definitely out of the picture, though (although Trace couldn't necessarily say her recent little act was bad).
¡±What grade are you in? [/color]" Trace asked before even considering his pushiness. She mentioned that she hadn't chosen a major yet. That was rather problematic. Even he, who wasn't even going to college, had a major picked out: chemical engineering. Singing, he thought, was something they had in common, too. " I like to sing, too. Maybe we can perform a duet sometime.[/color]" He smiled thoughtfully and added, " I'm not the greatest actor, either" It was half-true. He wasn't especially good, but he knew he had the capacity to learn. But he held no interest in acting.[/blockquote][/size] STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 672
NOTES; XD |
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Post by Claire Eterna on Jun 5, 2011 20:28:22 GMT -8
Claire's family was a lot like Utopia. They all seemed nice, polished, pulled together. However, when was the last time they were together as a family? What was their last truly happy, family reunion? How long had Claire's mother been on a "business" trip? It was more like a vacation... Being gone so far truly wasn't any fair. Then there was Bella, they hadn't even admitted to the school that she had a problem. They came up with excuses for her absences, it was so much easier to say cold, instead of schizophrenia. Then Claire and Axel kept up the good older siblings thing, keeping Bella out of the loop. Bella really just didn't need to know that there mother was pretty much ditching them. No one could really be gone for three months at a time, or more, just for business. Claire didn't know how Bella hadn't caught on yet.
Past tense... Well it wasn't a mistake. Claire would be mistaken is she said things in first tense when talking about her parents. Her father was dead, and her mother wasn't around. She was probably going to talk about them in past tense for a long time. It wasn't exactly something she talked about. Just like the city didn't advertise that there was a lot going on in the alley ways of Utopia.
Another question... Well that was ok. She didn't mind. For all she knew, the elevator could completely break and they could fall to their deaths. She didn't see how a few personal questions were going to hurt anything. Also, she thought he was sort of nice. She smiled, answering simply. Claire could definitely pass for older, but actually she was seventeen. "I'm in the eleventh grade." She smiled again as he mentioned during a duet sometime. "Sure. we'll have to schedule something after we get out of here."
Claire looked up at him. "I'm guessing your finished with school." she could sort of tell he was older than herself. He seemed way more mature then the average guy of her own age. Either he was extremely polite, and good at controlling his annoying male urges, or he was just older and past that stage. She had already noticed that he as tall. At least six inches taller then herself.
Claire threw on that smile of hers again. "So... Did you audition to be a model here? You friend seemed a bit intense. Axel didn't turn you down did he?" She asked. As far as she could tell, there was no reason to have denied Trace a position. He was handsome, and definitely stood out compared to other guys. He was polite, and there was no way bad behavior could have gotten him a denial. She called the older man who had stormed out, a "friend", and "intense".
That was what she called the memory of him storming out of the office, followed by this nice young gentleman. She forgot that her current company might not know that Mr.Eterna's first name was Axel. It was rather interesting, the Eterna children's first names started with A, B, and C. Axel, Bella, and Claire. They were out of order, since Bella was the youngest but still the center letter, but it didn't really matter. She quickly correcter herself in the mean time. "I meant Mr.Eterna." she said quickly. The circulation to her head must have been pinched off by her shoes. Well that was just a side thought Claire had, thinking of her little slip up. It wasn't really too big of a deal though. It wasn't like her brother's name was a top secret file no one must know.
notes; big posts xD
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Post by Trace Costell on Jul 6, 2011 15:34:08 GMT -8
 A VOICE, SCREAMED TO THE EXTENT OF INSANITY,[/font] ღ At first glance, Claire seemed like a perfect girl with a perfect life. At least, that's how Trace saw her. As someone who didn't have a burden like he did. Or scars of past inhuman experiments. Or memories that didn't quite belong to her. Trace could see a beautiful girl like her with a beautiful family and beautiful home life. He himself didn't have much of a home to speak of. The doctors had told him that soon he would be able to live out on his own. Perhaps in an apartment, but there was no escaping the monthly check ups he would be forced to make. So, in the end, Trace's mind always thought back to, was it worth it? To live, he means. If all he was made for was someone else's pleasure, was it worth the trouble? Worth the pain of life? He didn't think for a second that he could be wrong. Maybe it was his confused mind. Or maybe it was because he was only one year old, but he couldn't quite comprehend the thought that there were other people in the universe that were just as miserable, dysfunctional, and estranged as he was.
Trace shook these thoughts from his head, though. He didn't want to start doubting or thinking about Claire too deeply. He didn't want to seem weird or awkward (although that was rather hard for him). Sometimes, he felt socially backward whenever he began to speculate too much about people. It was a practice he had developed in his isolated months of life. If people never told you anything about themselves, it was rather hard to help wondering about them.
"I'm in the eleventh grade" Trace heard her say. Wow, that was even younger than he thought. He had assumed twelfth grade, but eleventh grade wasn't too far off the mark, he supposed. "I'm guessing you're finished with school."
"Uh, I guess you could say that. [/color]" Trace answered. He couldn't very well lie to her. It was a policy he tried to uphold. If he knew something was wrong, he would not do it, no matter what. What he didn't know was wrong was a different story. Following this policy, he decided not to comment on the singing thing again. He couldn't promise Claire that they could ever meet again after this. " So... Did you audition to be a model here?" Claire asked. " Your friend seemed a bit tense. Axel didn't turn you down, did he?" Trace flinched slightly at the word 'friend'. A friend was not a word he would use to describe Doctor Owens. Maybe torturer. Or scummy trash. Or demon. Yeah, that was a good one. Doctor Owens was a demon that lived on Trace's pain like a drug. " Yeah, I did. My... friend was just a little frustrated I hadn't been accepted. It's fine, though. Mr. Eterna must have his reasons.[/color]" Trace said. He couldn't believe he had just called Doctor Owens a friend. He hoped his smile he was wearing didn't look fake. Though he said that, Trace very well knew the reasons for declining him. He was a freak, to put it in simple terms. He was a freak of nature that wasn't supposed to exist. An experiment to be toyed with. A superficial human poser. Those were all reasons why Mr. Eterna couldn't possibly accept him.[/blockquote][/size] STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; Dunno
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Post by Claire Eterna on Jul 7, 2011 17:56:44 GMT -8
Claire wondered what he meant by saying what he did about school. She didn't read too much into it though. There was really no reason too. If he was finished with it that was nice, no sense getting all crazy about the way he phrased it. She knew that meant he was definitely older, but he didn't come across as that much older at all. She could get along with him just fine, either way. He seemed nice.
She nodded at his answer to her question. Something didn't seem quite right with his smile but she ignored it. Maybe she had been a little mistaken about the relationship between Trace and Dr.Owens. However she didn't get why Axel had turned him down. She would have to talk to Axel when she got out of here. "I can't find a reason that would make you unqualified for modeling. You seem smart, agreeable, and attractive." Claire barely managed to say the last part without turning pink. She wasn't as bad as Bella when it came to guys she liked somewhat, but she did still have hesitance about it. It was true though, she would love to work with more people like Trace.
She stretched her arms out in front of her, for the sake of doing something. Being in a box was sort of annoying. There wasn't a lot to look at, and it felt really...enclosed. She wasn't about to panic or anything, all though it would suck to be stuck in here forever, and she would panic if she was told they would be stuck in there forever. "I wonder if this is what it feels like to be a Christmas present?" She said, wishing Bella was here. Not that she ever wanted her precious sister to be in a broken elevator. She just wished her sister was here with her, because Bella was the brightest light on the darkest night, the neon kind, only she didn't hurt your eyes. Bella was just good at cutting through the gloom.
By saying it was like a Christmas present she actually had some deep thoughts. Christmas Presents had to wait a long time before they got opened, and it felt like it had been a long time since the she had seen the door open. Also there was the anticipation to want to open your Christmas presents. She was really anticipating getting out of here. It wasn't just the fact that they were in a box that made her think of gifts and presents and what-not.
Claire pulled her arms back in, crossing them in front of her, in a relaxed way. "If you still want to be a model, I could talk to my brother for you. He's a lot nicer than he seems." She smiled at Trace. She would feel bad if he came all the way here, got turned down, and then got trapped in an elevator. It wasn't like it was her fault, but she would feel bad for anyone if that happened to them.
notes; actually I didn't even see any typos! xD
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