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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 10, 2011 0:31:18 GMT -5
Vivian sat down to a bench and removed her veiled hat. There were some roses still left though they were few and scattered. Vivian crossed her ankles and took out her diary and a pen. For a moment she stared a blank page in front of her and started writing.
She was wearing only black and her usually elobrate jewrelly wasn't there, just a simple black stone cross. She even had black gloves on her hands. Her hair was for once curled into perfect ringlets to make the look a bit less severe.
After a moment she lowered her book and relaced her ankle boots. There was a strange smile on her lips when she finished and took her book again. She read the page quickly and sighed. Such a beautifull day this was going to be.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 10, 2011 0:58:43 GMT -5
OJ honestly had no idea what he was going to say. What do you say to your friend after they walk in on you about to... well, regardless of what he was doing or who it was with, the situation had been really awkward, and it wasn't an experience that OJ necessarily wanted to repeat again. But he was, quite frankly, humiliated. He'd known that the reading room was a bad choice. Hadn't he spent many agonizing moments imagining what would happen should someone intrude? But, like a complete idiot, he'd forgotten all decency the moment Miss Junko came into the room.
He owed it to Vivian to apologize. He'd behaved inappropriately, and he didn't want her to think badly of him. OJ got along with just about everyone, but Vivian was one of the few people he considered a true friend at the school. What if she was mad at him? What if she looked down on him now? OJ shivered despite himself. The thought of her being mad at him made him anxious.
It took him a while to find Vivian in the rose garden (of all places!), but by the time he'd arrived, he still didn't know what to say. What could he possibly say to make this right? What possible reason would Vivian have to still think of him as a good person?
No, he couldn't think like that. OJ stuffed his hands into the pockets of his deconstructed black hoodie and walked deliberately over to Vivian. She was writing something, completely unaware of his presence. Confidence! He had to have confidence! But when he stopped in front of her, all pretense of confidence was lost. "H-hey, Vivian? Sorry to interrupt what you're doing..." He cleared his throat, trying to find the right words, and his eyes focused intently on a particularly interesting rose bush. "I just wanted to apologize. For earlier. Sorry."
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 10, 2011 1:08:18 GMT -5
Vivian was startled by Andrew suddenly appearing. for a moment she was completely dumpfounded. She had to think a lot before she got out a reasanable sentence. "Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have knocked wen the door was locked." She gave a causious smile and closed her diary.
"So how have you been?" She moved abit to make more room on the bench if Andrew would like to sit down. It had been atleast a month since they had talked properly. After all she had been away for a while.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 10, 2011 1:23:39 GMT -5
OJ should have been happy with Vivian's smooth handling of things, but he couldn't quite shake the embarrassment he was feeling. After all, it wasn't just a normal fling with a normal girlfriend. Fortunately, Vivian already knew about OJ and Miss Junko, which saved him the humiliation of having to come up with a story, but OJ still felt like he'd been caught with his hands in a very off limits cookie jar.
He noticed that Vivian had made room for him on the bench. He hesitated, then decided to sit down. "I've been... okay," he said, struggling to find the right word and settling for the most ambiguous one. The past few months had been rough for him. The whole business with him and Damien, Miss Junko going on tour with a show. Not to mention his sister had taken a brief turn for the worse, and OJ couldn't even be there to help her through her therapy.
"I've been better," he admitted. "I'm feeling a lot better now that Miss- now that things are slowly returning to normal." He forced a smile on his face. "What about you, Vivian? How are you?"
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 10, 2011 1:33:56 GMT -5
Vivian's smile disappeared for a moment. "I guess I am okay." She fiddled with the black cross around her neck. "It has been a trying month but now I feel better."
It hd actually been horrible. The service and the aftermath had really taken a toll on her. She wasn't sleeping well but that wasn't anything new. It also seemed that she had lost some weigth. But she was glad to be back at Mille-feuille. Vivian had really missed the school.
"I really can't wait for the classes to start."
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 10, 2011 1:40:40 GMT -5
OJ nodded, fiddling with the stud in his left ear. Honestly, he felt a bit of relief for a moment. Yes, he'd been having a fair time working out his love affair, but OJ remembered all the drama that was happening in Vivian's life. She was a magnet for trouble, and in comparison, OJ's problems looked like ants next to a whale. He felt sorry for VIvian, but the change in perspective managed to cheer him up a little bit.
OJ saw Vivian play with the cross she was wearing around her neck and looked with interest. This was Vivian, after all. She was a very deliberate person. Everything she did had some sort of significance to it. But she was also a private person, not inclined to share her stories with just anyone. It made OJ worry about her sometimes- that was the big brother in him showing his colors- but he had to respect her privacy. When she wanted to talk, she would talk.
"I can't wait for classes, either," OJ replied. He was clearly in a better mood. "I wonder if we'll be in any of the same classes?"
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 10, 2011 2:10:40 GMT -5
"I hope so. Are you still taking dance classes?" She hadn't decided yet wether to go or not. She loved dancing but miss Junko was a bit intimidating some times. And she didn't feel like she should be dancing. "Personally I haven't decided yet." She was looking into distance, making her facial features seem more sharp.
She took her hat and started to play with the veil. The hat was actually pretty simple. A pill box with veil that covered her face when she was wearing it. In the hem of the tulle veil there was some nicely executed embroidery. Vivian had done this herself to make it a bit more fancy. Ofcourse the embroidery was done in black too. She really had no options when starting it.
"I migth take some piano classes this semester. I play sometimes when I'm at home." Vivian smiled a bit. "I would like to learn some of Mozart synphonies."
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 10, 2011 7:43:12 GMT -5
A slight blush flashed over OJ"s cheeks. "Yes, I'm still taking dance lessons," he admitted quietly. He didn't have to- he saw Miss Junko more than enough outside of class- but he felt he was obligated to be a good student for her. "And it would be fun having you in the class, too," he added, controlling his features enough to slap a playful grin on his face. "We could dance together!"
"And I didn't know you played the piano. I bet you're awesome at it." He beamed at her. In his opinion, there probably wasn't anything that Vivian wasn't good at. And the piano seemed to fit her very well.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Aug 10, 2011 7:52:26 GMT -5
Vivian blushed faintly. "I am mediocre actually. I can't keep the rythm rigth even if my life depended on it." Her voice was amused and sounded rather cheerful. "But I guess I need more practice." While saying this she put her hat in her head and pulled the veil over her face. She wasn't sure if it was at all becoming so she took out a mirror from her coat pocket and glaced in to it.
"Oh dear, this certainly looks rather grim." she mumbled putting the mirror back into her pocket.
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 11, 2011 20:09:03 GMT -5
"You'd be better than me, at least." OJ thought back to his own artistic experience- none. He was too busy with his martial arts tournaments to even consider picking up an art when he was younger. And last he checked, the ability to break a man's arm in five places was not considered fine culture. Heck, he'd only managed to pick up the basic steps of waltz after weeks and weeks of practicing with his sister, who he'd do anything to please.
At Vivian's mention of the word grim, OJ turned his head to study her. Was she talking about her clothes? "Why do you say that?" he asked, honestly baffled. Black didn't always have to be a sombre color. In fact, the majority of his closet was black, and OJ was the happiest person (or the most psychotic) that he knew.
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