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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 7, 2012 0:31:59 GMT -5
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hi, yes, hello, nice to see you, thanks for allowing me to come here-
it wasn't even their party. that's what irked cassadee the most about this whole situation. if they were hosting a party, she would understand her mother's insistence. but it wasn't; it was one of the family friend's party - and by family friend, she meant someone that her family had been friends with once at some point in time a long time ago. not anybody important. so yes, mother, the answer was yes; she did have something better to do. it was called hitting up every club she could before she passed out, or attending that party her fellow senior was throwing. a real party - not a gala where she had to dress up like she was going to the ball.
dee treasured their high status, but she didn't like the maintenance it required. standing at the far back of the room, she sipped her drink and surveyed the clusters of people around. cool evening air sunk low against her skin, dusting her bare shoulders in chilly kisses despite the ventilation of the room. candelight, floral bouquets, classy flutes of champagne - it was the epitome of a socialite's dream. no doubt, good money had been put into this who shebang. she just wished she could have enjoyed it a little more.
gliding across the room, boredom stifling her smile the slightest bit, cassadee came up from behind her sister, taking another thin sip of her drink. "finding anyone interesting, kennedy?" she asked, her nose crinkling as she watched the socialites converse about trivial matters. they were always trivial matters. "can't imagine you did. this place is full of stuffed shirts."
in most circumstances, she wouldn't have been pleased about making a public appearance with her younger sisters. for one, kennedy was a sheer bother. but as far as she was concerned, kennedy was the only minutely interesting person in the room. besides herself, of course - but she couldn't very well have a conversation with herself.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 7, 2012 1:58:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q568/VITARE/govbg.png);] with a thousand lies and a good disguise Kennedy was on the same boat as Cassadee when it came down to the family outings. I mean, sure, it was a good opportunity to get out of the house and meet a few more people. It wasn't like she was anything along the same lines as her sister, who actually had plans this weekend. This was unfortunate, because the Beaufort parents probably would have allowed Kennedy to stay home if she had come up with a legitimate reason to do so.
As it were, she were dolled up to look presentable to some of the higher end residents of the Hollow as they chatted away about weather, stock markets, and other such items that didn't really intrigue the younger Thunder. She held herself with poise, making small talk when she really needed to with the adults. While Kenny wasn't the most social of butterflies, she could pass off as one as she flitted about the room with ease, greeting people that she had seen once or twice by name if she could. There was one thing that she learned from these galas, and that was the more people you knew, the better off you were.
Kennedy had long made it a game to remember the major people society's names so she could greet them properly. Along with her academic standings and slight athletic ability, she created many opportunities that would allow her to be remembered in a positive light. All in preparation when she really needed that one "wow" factor to get a job, college, or get to know somebody. Knowing people, networking. She guessed that was why they were here, why her parents thought these galas were so important. While neither Mr. or Mrs. Beaufort had a job that really screamed high-end, they knew enough people that they were still considered an upper-class power.
The young Thunder had retreated to a more secluded corner, standing with her hands clasped in front of her as she shifted back and forth from foot to foot. A light music was filtering itself through the air as the day drew on. She suddenly, however, felt a presence coming behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of Dee as she walked in front of her and asked if Kennedy had found anybody interesting. The younger Beaufort wouldn't believe that Dee really cared which was confirmed as she continued to say that she doubted there was anybody that had caught her eye.
Alas, it was true. Kennedy hadn't really been minding the boys that were around their age. Most of them were extremely stuck up and didn't pay much mind to her. She imagined they paid a lot of attention to Cass, which always sort of bothered her. She looked enough like her elder sister, but it was always Dee who hooked all the guys. It didn't really bother her that much, but Kenny would notice these things at the gathering.
Her sister continued to say that the gala was Hell, which Kennedy gave a nod towards. "Yeah, I know what you mean," Kenny agreed, glancing around the room. The crowd was bubbly and excited once the gala started, but it was slowly losing energy. If the guest had any sense, the main event should have started about an hour ago. "But hey, there's some guys over there checking you out."
She made the nod with her head towards a group of boys that looked a few years older than Kennedy who were tipping their glasses in their direction. She wondered if Dee had already had her fun with them, or if she was planning on doing something particularly bitter. Such as make a fool of Kennedy in front of some actually some what attractive guys. The smile remained on her face as she looked at her sister, hiding the thoughts that were spiraling past her head about why her sister had decided that she was suddenly more interesting than a party--no matter how sophisticated a party it was.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 7, 2012 2:18:06 GMT -5
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that morning had been particularly nasty when it came to fights. the problem was that they were still brooding over last night's fight, which meant that every little thing - a bump in the kitchen, a misplaced word in a question - put a little salt in the wound and sent the two of them reeling. nevermind the fact that dee had loved her mother as a child, and their bickering now was only managing to cause more discord in her life. that was a minor detail that dee chose to ignore as best she could.
dee didn't really pay attention to ken's expression as she spoke, tilting the champagne glass back and draining it of it's liquid contents. perfect. cheap champagne - now she knew why they went all out on the decorations. tsking her tongue, she set the glass on the table and tucking a meticulously curled hair behind her ear.
"i don't blame them," dee replied with that signature crooked smile of hers, watching the boys from across the room. after a moment, she spared her younger sister a glance and gave a little sigh. "i wish you would let me pick out your clothes more often. this dress does you well, you know." pensively, the older beaufort stepped back to study the younger, a perfectly manicured brow raising as she looked on. "well, we're quite a pair, the two of us. aren't we?" there was a slightly wry tone to her voice, her gaze flickering back to the boys before she blew a bit of air out through her lips.
"well, aren't you going to have one of them ask you to dance?" dee prompted, as if this were one of the most common things in the world. she huffed, placing a hand on kenny's shoulder and turning her around so they were facing each other. "as my sister, it's your duty to make sure you attract the right kind of guy. otherwise i'll look stupid." her gaze said don't you dare say a thing, because what she was sure was on the tip of kenny's tongue was a tender subject. "you may be socially inept, but that doesn't mean you can't learn," the brunette added, sighing and looking at the boys once more.
truthfully, they were probably looking at the both of them, because kenny did look good tonight (much to dee's surprise - most of the time she detested kenny's sense of fashion or lackthereof). which meant they were interested.
"so listen," dee started again, gaze flickering back to kenny. "you're kind of a brat. but you look good tonight, which means they think you look good, which means even if you act like an idiot they'll probably still come and talk to you. get what i'm saying?" we're two of a kind |
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 7, 2012 20:29:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q568/VITARE/govbg.png);] with a thousand lies and a good disguise Kenny wasn't took sure on the feelings of her sister. It wasn't like they really ever hung out. While her older sister was creating tension with her parents, and made it very clear to Kenny to stay out of her business, Kennedy was on the sidelines. She kept her grades high, stayed inside and kept on the good side of her parents. It wasn't like she was trying to good, it just happened. Kennedy was one of those people who "didn't have a life". Sure, every once in a while she'd so something crazy and reckless, but only a few people knew about those activities. The last person to know would be Cassadee.
Kennedy would sometimes wonder if telling Dee about the few things she'd done would repair some of the tension between the two of them. She doubted it. They'd been at it for years and nothing would really stop it.
So it was surprising when Dee, after finishing her dress, complimented her on her appearance. Well, compliment wasn't the correct term. Dee made a comment on the dress making her look better, not her looking good in the dress. Kenny hated dresses with a passion, but she would wear them for the galas because she needed a reason to wear them. Her surprise continued as the elder Beaufort stepped back and continued, saying that the two of them were quite a pair. Kennedy knew that when she actually tried to put some effort in her appearance--correction, when her sister put effort into Kennedy's appearance--she could actually pass off related to her sister.
She didn't even have a chance to say that, yes, the elder Beaufort had taken the time to make sure that when they walked in together, they both looked presentable when Dee continued. Dance? The though had not crossed her mind. Kennedy knew the basic ballroom steps and such, but even she hadn't connected that they were at a gala and it would actually be reasonable for the guys to dance with the girls in that fashion. This wasn't a school dance after all. But none of the guys had approached her and she wasn't a "go-getter". She would rather things come to her.
Dee turned her around, continuing on and saying that she needed to attract the right guy. She had been about ready to make a comment about not needing to make her sister look stupid, she was pretty good at doing that herself, when she cut of her off again and told her she could learn to not be "socially inept", telling her that because she looked good, she could pass off being an idiot and still get a guy. She rolled her eyes. "Dee, nobody else is really dancing," she explained. This was true, the only people dancing were couples and she was fairly sure neither of them had a beau though. Well, for Dee, she didn't have one yet. But she figured that her sister wouldn't give up on the fact that they needed to flirt.
"I mean, how do you get a guy to ask you to dance? That's a thought they have themselves," she said confused, her voice skeptical. It wasn't that she was stupid, Kenny was actually what her sister had claimed her to be. She waited expectantly for her sister's plan nevertheless, sort of eager to hear what she was going to come up with.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 8, 2012 1:51:41 GMT -5
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dee thought wistfully, sometimes, about those days - before she'd become the wild, reckless creature that she was now. oh, there was a definite wanderlust in her, and she was certain that her parents would be disappointed that she didn't intend to move on to marry a rich man after high school. she didn't plan on settling down with some posh higher-up, because she wanted to do what she wanted to do without having to worry about settling for anyone else's dreams, too. certainly she would have liked to find someone that had the same ideals as her, but the chances of that were thin and thinning and thinner still. as it were, she always made unconscious, self-destructive decisions when it came to relationships, though she had yet to come to terms with this realization herself.
"you don't need other people to dance," dee sighed, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. good god, did kennedy never get out? she was certain her little sister wasn't not completely unaware of the fun aspects of life - while she herself got good grades but bickered constantly, kennedy was the perfect child. well-mannered, behaved, obedient of their parents. but certainly she must have gotten some exposure to something outside the usual realm of all that nonsense? surely she wasn't that innocent? truthfully, dee would have been relieved to know that kennedy still preserved what she herself had lost far too early on, but she was unwilling to voice that out loud.
another sigh escaped her lips. she gave kennedy a very pointed look, one hand on a slender hip and a manicured brow arched upward.
"i really have been a terribly older sister," she muttered, more to herself than anything. "listen, ken, here's the thing. men only think what you're going to lead them to think. it's all about the little body language things, you know?" she smoothed the dress for her little sister, pushing on the brunette's shoulders to straighten them out a little more and then tilting her chin up. "you are better than them, but you're open a door, a window, for them. get it?" she made a motion, tossing a lock of dark, curled hair over her shoulder, another pointed look fixed in kennedy's direction as she did it again, this time on the other side, then picked up her champagne flute in a single, fluid motion.
"just a little body language," cassadee repeated firmly. "they want to dance with you, they just need a little prodding is all." she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, her tone casual as she stuck the empty glass on a passing waiter's tray and grabbed herself a second, now-filled one. "now you try." we're two of a kind |
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 8, 2012 15:35:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q568/VITARE/govbg.png);] with a thousand lies and a good disguise The truth was, Kenny hardly ever flirted. It could mainly be blamed on the fact that no guy was ever around her for long enough that she even found remotely attractive. Usually it would be something like "hey, what did you get for blah-blah-blah on the math assignment?" or something like that. Not really the ideal time to flirt. No guys really paid her mind, so she paid no mind to many guys. Not because she wanted too, but that was how the social circles worked. Kennedy was not popular simply because she was not her sister.
Dee explained that no, you didn't need other people to be dancing. This surprised her, but she guessed maybe it was more like school dances. You got one group of people to start dancing, then people slowly started trickling in, like a dam being released. Kennedy doubted everybody at the gala would start dancing, but another group moving through the cleared floor would not cause too much ruckus. Mrs. Beaufort would probably be very delighted that her youngest was making such a good impression of the sons of the wealthy. She wouldn't know the prodding that went along with it that made her take those first few steps.
Cass continued her little speech, saying that she had been a terrible older sister. She explained that body language was something that you could use to change the thought processes of guys to do what you wanted them to do. Dee continued with making small little critiques to Kennedy's appearance, smoothing the dress and adjusting how she was holding herself. It appeared that the Fire was done with fixing her little sister's presentation as she brushed her own hair over her shoulder, picking up her empty glass of champagne before repeating the motion with a glance towards Kennedy.
The younger Beaufort wasn't stupid so it didn't take her too much time after her sister to copy her sister, brushing the hair easily over her shoulder, snagging a champagne from the waiter as well. Kennedy occasionally drank the bubbling liquid at the galas, usually when something was upsetting her. She took a casual sip of it, a smile working on her face directed towards her sister. "So, I just walk over there?" Kennedy queried, arching a brow. "Use my 'body language' and they'll dance with me," she finished, glancing towards the two boys that turned away as he gaze focused on them. She smiled confidently, the liquid already starting to work on her system.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 10, 2012 0:04:46 GMT -5
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she wanted to be that older sister that she should have been. but, it seemed, she was going to remain too preoccupied with drinking and boys to really ever go back to being what she had hoped to be. besides; it wasn't like cassadee even knew what she wanted to be anymore. she knew what she wanted to do, knew that ballet was all she would ever want to do, but nobody in her family even really knew that she planned to pursue it as a career. again, alienated from her own family - something she hadn't wanted, but had ended up doing anyway.
at any rate, it was important to remember that she was still allowed to be a good older sister sometimes. right? she could do it when kennedy wasn't being a total nuisance.
"don't be silly," cassadee chided at her younger sister's question. "we're beauforts. we don't make the effort - they do." she grinned, feeling utterly amused and pleased with herself all at the same time as she tugged a bit on kennedy hair, letting it fall out from behind her ear but making sure that the movement her sister had made before wasn't for nothing. she sighed a little, studying the boys from across the way. they were young, inexperienced, green colts fresh off the pasture - so to speak. cassadee's teeth clicked together, and she took a swig of her champagne. "under normal circumstances, i would say that you needed to stay over here and make them come to you," she continued, "however, it seems that won't be the case tonight. they're nervous because you're pretty. so when you go over, do a lot of things with your hair - don't always look at him, try to blush a little and look demure, that sort of thing. laugh at his jokes. mention how funny he is. look longingly at the dancefloor once in a while. it takes time." we're two of a kind |
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 10, 2012 2:06:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q568/VITARE/govbg.png);] with a thousand lies and a good disguise Kennedy sort of wished that the champagne would settle quicker and make her "more confident". How her sister had such prowess over the male species she would never really know. The younger Beaufort had no doubt that if she had half the abilities that her sister did, she'd be able to have at least a few boys interested in her. Then again, that would mean Kennedy would have to actually care whether guys were interested in her or not.
So, when Dee said she was going to not only get some boys to dance with her, but approach her first, she arched a brow at her. Apparently, her sister had a lot of confidence on how she had dolled her up today if she thought that she would be able to accomplish this. She took another drink from the glass as her sister did, glancing over at the boys out of the corner of her eye. The boys were obviously older than her, if only by a little bit, which made her wonder what made this not normal circumstances for the elder Beaufort.
With the details on what she was supposed to be doing, she took another sip of her champagne and moved over towards the boys who were chatting lightly as she approached. Kennedy twirled the strand of hair her sister had loosed as she did. Suddenly, her confidence, though only mild, dropped. What was she supposed to say? Oh God, she was going to really screw this over.
"Haven't seen you two at the galas before~" While it had felt like forever to her to come up with something to say, the gap between her settling near them and speaking wasn't long enough to be awkward. "You two new to the area?" she asked curiously, giving an attempt at the smiles she saw her sister give to guys while she was flirting before she glanced at the dance floor, as if she weren't interested in their response. Truthfully, she was hoping they wouldn't notice how nervous she was and just take it as her being nonchalant. Hopefully.
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Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 13, 2012 21:03:48 GMT -5
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she always grew too frustrated with either of them. she was the most short-fused of the family, ready to light her roman candle heart at the blink of an eye or a misplaced word. she was too quick to jump to blaming, accusatory tones - and she knew this, and sometimes tried to stop herself, but when her mother was the one who pointed it out, she just couldn't help herself. it was like her parents just had no way of connecting with her or understanding her reasoning.
it had crossed dee's mind, at one point, that maybe she was being unreasonable every time she argued with them. what if she was just being petulant, picking fights because she was frustrated with the short leash they kept trying to keep her on, furious because they intended to keep her penned up in a gilded cage like a pretty bird to be admired? be a good girl, cassadee, they told her. get good grades. marry a nice boy. be more like kennedy. why can't you be more like kennedy? why, indeed? she had no answer to their question - as to why she couldn't be perfect - except that maybe her idea of perfect and theirs were not quite the same.
she was not happy, necessarily, with the girl that she'd become. but she was dealing with it.
contemplatively, she watched her sister approaching the two boys, intending the champagne to boost her confidence. "lord," she muttered, though she wasn't sure whether she was saying it in a plea for the accomplished return of her sister or because she needed a drink. assuming a combination of the two, she emptied her champagne flute and motioned for a waiter to bring her another as she watched.
the first of a boys, a strapped young lady with dark hair and light eyes, grinned in kennedy's direction. "then you haven't been to many galas," he stated, though it was not condescending in any fashion. "jackson here and i try to make a full circuit every year. have to keep in on the good info, you know?" jackson elbowed his companion, muttering something like 'you're an idiot, luke,' and gave kennedy a much softer, kinder smile. 'he makes me come to these things so he doesn't look so alone.' we're two of a kind |
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Dec 14, 2012 21:32:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q568/VITARE/govbg.png);] with a thousand lies and a good disguise Kennedy twirled a strand of hair lazily around her finger, letting the thoughts flee from her mind as they came, trying not to think of anything else but the moment that was at hand. She wondered what her sister's opinion of her was at this moment. Was she proud? Disappointed? Wishing that she was somewhere else? There were a lot of things that had transpired between the sister and not many of them were happy things. Nevertheless, Kenny still held what her sister thought of her sort of higher than anybody else.
Which brought her back to where she was right now. Flirting with a couple of guys, trying to let her sister show her the ways of life from her perspective. The elder Beaufort had really outdone herself dressing up Kennedy, transforming her into something that she was not. She knew that, should something actually transpire and the boys wanted to see her again outside of a gala, that she would not be the type of person they were looking for. Because handsome boys looked for beautiful girls and, dressing as she normally did, the duo would probably not recognize her. Not that she really cared. She wasn't going to date somebody who just liked her because she looked pretty. Kennedy didn't really date, period.
The thunder girl focused her attention back on the boys. One of the boy's took the reigns it seemed, quick to banter back that she hadn't been to many galas if she hadn't seen them. Kennedy figured this was the type of boy Dee would go after, Luke was his name? Confident, straight-forward, charming. It was believable that he would want somebody like Jackson to accompany him. Every guy needed a wing man and Jackson seemed to fit the role rather well. Which automatically made Kennedy lose her nerve for some reason. Maybe it was because she was down by one. Her sister didn't really expect her to get the guy anyways.
She took another sip of champagne before glancing over her shoulder at Cassadee. Using all the confidence that she could muster, she turned back towards the boys with a smile. "I must really be going. I'll come and talk to you gentlemen later," she said as an excuse, turning to walk back to the safety of her sister, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. She might never be able to explain why she was so nervous, but Kennedy was glad she at least managed to go over and there and sort of have a conversation with them.
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