Flame flame flame me – I cant' stop it. But give me kudos for at least
trying to have Daria stay in charcter
I don't own anything, except my own characters, settings etc. Duh
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Daria had arrived at her dorm, one among many others on the floor. She hadn't bothered bringing any photos or posters to hang on the walls, so she simply put her trunk at the foot of a bed and took out the laptop her parents gave her for a gift before she left.
Setting it up at the desk she and her roommate would have to share, she plugged it in, not bothering to find a phone jack for an internet connection – she never found the point in going online anyway. Opening the generic-typing program, Daria posed her fingers over the keys before realizing she had absolutely nothing to write. Luckily, not much time was wasted before something happened, as her roommate appeared at that very moment.
She huffed in the door, dark blackish purple hair in a braid. After she put down the large dark blue duffel bag, Daria could see dark baggy jeans and a cotton T-shirt with the name of a band on it she had never heard of. The girl had pierced ears, and eyebrow ring, and wore a lot of silver jewelry. Immediately choked by the idea of a social situation, Daria stayed silent in her chair. After sitting on the edge of her bed, the girl turned and introduced herself by putting one hand up and slightly waving it.
"I'm Antonia, you?" She said, a slightly low voice for a girl but normal sounding all the less.
"Daria." She said, monotone, no idea for a sarcastic remark just yet.
"What kind of music do you like?" Antonia asked first, a sort of odd question.
"I don't really listen to music." Daria answered. "I was scarred as a child by too many Abba records." Antonia laughed slightly, smirking.
"You don't listen to any music at all?" Antonia asked, eyebrows raised. "How do you survive?"
"Well, I do listen to my friend's brothers band, but-"
"What's the name, I might have heard of them." Antonia persisted.
"Mystic Spiral?" Daria said, questioningly since she doubted Antonia had heard of them. Then she smiled to herself. "But they're thinking of changing the name." When Daria looked back up, she saw Antonia's mouth gaped wide open.
"You know Mystic Spiral?" She practically shouted. Daria was a bit intimidated, this girl looked like she was either going to bite her or kiss her. Either way, Daria would get covered in spit.
"Trent's my friend's brother." Daria stated, and Antonia fell back on the bed, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling.
"Trent Lane is the hottest most talented guy in the entire world." She suddenly sat bolt upright. "I've been trying to convince my parents to let me go to a Mystic Spiral concert since I was 13." Daria had gotten over her feelings for Trent a long time ago, but a surge of what she put off as protectiveness swelled when she heard Antonia's words.
"They'll be playing at the Zen this weekend, if they remember to wake up." Daria spoke, hiding her doubts inside of herself. "If you promise not to froth at the mouth, I'll introduce you to them."
"Daria – you rock." Antonia said, nodding her head happily, and then fell back onto her bed.
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Flame flame flame me – I cant' stop it. But give me kudos for at least trying to have Daria stay in character, and remembering she is over Trent. Antonia is pretty much based on me, and what I hope to be like by college, so try not to hate on her too much.
I don't own anything, except my own characters, settings etc. Duh
#*(**)*)(*@)*@!)*@!)*@!)
Daria had arrived at her dorm, one among many others on the floor. She hadn't bothered bringing any photos or posters to hang on the walls, so she simply put her trunk at the foot of a bed and took out the laptop her parents gave her for a gift before she left.
Setting it up at the desk she and her roommate would have to share, she plugged it in, not bothering to find a phone jack for an internet connection – she never found the point in going online anyway. Opening the generic-typing program, Daria posed her fingers over the keys before realizing she had absolutely nothing to write. Luckily, not much time was wasted before something happened, as her roommate appeared at that very moment.
She huffed in the door, dark blackish purple hair in a braid. After she put down the large dark blue duffel bag, Daria could see dark baggy jeans and a cotton T-shirt with the name of a band on it she had never heard of. The girl had pierced ears, and eyebrow ring, and wore a lot of silver jewelry. Immediately choked by the idea of a social situation, Daria stayed silent in her chair. After sitting on the edge of her bed, the girl turned and introduced herself by putting one hand up and slightly waving it.
"I'm Antonia, you?" She said, a slightly low voice for a girl but normal sounding all the less.
"Daria." She said, monotone, no idea for a sarcastic remark just yet.
"What kind of music do you like?" Antonia asked first, a sort of odd question.
"I don't really listen to music." Daria answered. "I was scarred as a child by too many Abba records." Antonia laughed slightly, smirking.
"You don't listen to any music at all?" Antonia asked, eyebrows raised. "How do you survive?"
"Well, I do listen to my friend's brothers band, but-"
"What's the name, I might have heard of them." Antonia persisted.
"Mystic Spiral?" Daria said, questioningly since she doubted Antonia had heard of them. Then she smiled to herself. "But they're thinking of changing the name." When Daria looked back up, she saw Antonia's mouth gaped wide open.
"You know Mystic Spiral?" She practically shouted. Daria was a bit intimidated, this girl looked like she was either going to bite her or kiss her. Either way, Daria would get covered in spit.
"Trent's my friend's brother." Daria stated, and Antonia fell back on the bed, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling.
"Trent Lane is the hottest most talented guy in the entire world." She suddenly sat bolt upright. "I've been trying to convince my parents to let me go to a Mystic Spiral concert since I was 13." Daria had gotten over her feelings for Trent a long time ago, but a surge of what she put off as protectiveness swelled when she heard Antonia's words.
"They'll be playing at the Zen this weekend, if they remember to wake up." Daria spoke, hiding her doubts inside of herself. "If you promise not to froth at the mouth, I'll introduce you to them."
"Daria – you rock." Antonia said, nodding her head happily, and then fell back onto her bed.
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Flame flame flame me – I cant' stop it. But give me kudos for at least trying to have Daria stay in character, and remembering she is over Trent. Antonia is pretty much based on me, and what I hope to be like by college, so try not to hate on her too much.