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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:20 pm
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Rosalie. Marie. Taylor. Rosalie yawned as she sat up in her bed, stretching her arms out in front of her. The sunlight poured in through the closed shutter, regardless of the fact that it was shut. Weird. She pushed herself out of bed, her shoulder length chocolate brown hair, curled naturally, despite the messy shape. She scurried to the bathroom and looked in the mirror wearily. She looked horrible! As if she looked not horrible any other time, but still. Rosalie splashed water on her face numerous time, letting the water drip off slowly as she observed her face. After her face dried, she sighed and applied makeup; difficulty with her hair caused her to keep it down however. Though she brushed it thoroughly. She just couldn’t seem to get it into her usually bun slash pony tail. Well…it was the weekend, maybe she’d be okay if she left it down. She applied her usual makeup, maybe a bit more on her face. Something about this morning didn’t feel right, and she wasn’t sure why. After getting her makeup and hair done she dressed; in a royal blue top, and a pair of jeans. Casual Saturday if you will. Humorous, right. She scurried out of the bathroom as angry blondes arrived, barely escaping their wrath. You don’t get between a girl and her bathroom. It was like an unspoken law or something, that’s why she got up early then left when the others got up.
Rosalie grabbed her small bag, yes her small one, she had a large on and then a small one. The large one contained many books, including the ones she’d gotten from the library. However, her small one could only handle one, though she wasn’t going to bother shoving one in there. Instead she picked a random one out and gripped it firmly to her chest, her books always seemed to get knocked out of her arms if she didn’t use a death grip on them! It was horrible. She trotted down the stairs, weary of her legs coming out from under her, and glanced around the common room. No Cage. She felt disappointment wash over her, but why? This was an odd feeling, or well it wasn’t an odd feeling, the thing that was causing the feeling was weird. She scurried through the door that led to the hall, finally out of there. As if there was a lot of people there. Ha. She walked down the hall way quietly, heading towards the Great Hall for some quick breakfast.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 3:26 pm
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