J'en Ai Marre (Open)

[juliettedupont]

Sitting on the stairs, Juliette scowled down at the letter she'd received, and the accompanying pictures and news paper clippings. She was furious. Her twin brother, the very same that she'd occupied their mother's womb with, was refusing to talk to her. And she had to find out from her father - her father, of all people - that her brother was going to star in a film. And not just any film, but a film about the life of her father and her aunt. Not only was she only finding out now, but she was finding out after the rest of the goddamned world! It had made the news, and she had news paper clippings of interviews her brother had completed.

Never, in all seventeen of her years, had Juliette been so angry at Cyprien. Considering how often she got angry at him, that was quite a statement. She was incredibly upset that he'd hidden this from her. Well, to be honest, he hadn't had to hide it. He wasn't speaking to her at all, and hadn't since her arrest. What was wrong with him? Apparently, though, he'd decided against being a veterinarian, which last Juli had checked, had been his life-long dream.

Apparently, though, being his twin didn't make her privy to his feelings anymore. Ass. She'd be kicking his as soon as she could get out of here. Because that stupid little son of a... Wait. They shared the same mom. Okay, so she couldn't call him that, but she could call him a lot of other things. And she would in the letter she was going to write to him. Stupid little asshole. There, that didn't insult either of their parents. Except for the fact that they'd had that stupid little asshole.

[lynn]

Walking back from class, Darilynn was bundled up as much as she could be in the cold January weather. She was freezing. Coming back from her ballet dance lessons, or elective as it was, she was kicked out of the studio before given a chance to change. So she had to walk back to the main school building in her tights and leotard bare-foot. Because no ballet dancer wore their shoes if they weren't dancing, mostly because they weren't comfortable for just walking, but also because it damaged them up terribly. So with only her slouchy hat and fluffy feathered wrap, she was almost running up the stairs. It helped at least that her hair was let down, creating a little more warmth around her face.

Between dancing and her art, there was very little on Lynn's mind, and especially less in her view. Without looking where she was going, running up the stairs could be a very dangerous thing. She learned this quicker than she thought she would. Well, there was much learning, so much as falling. She had slipped over a piece of paper that was left on the steps. What was that doing there?Falling forward, she was luckily able to catch herself on the stone steps with her hands, scratching up the skin on her palms but leaving her thin tights and the rest of her costume and body unharmed.

Turning herself around she sat herself on the step, completely winded after her experience. Surely she didn't look the part of a ballerina after that less than graceful display. She would be the first to admit that had never happened to her. But looking down to see what she tripped on, she noticed what she didn't before. There was another girl sharing the stair with her. She looked about her age, she was seventeen, but she hadn't seen the girl before so maybe they were in different years? It took some strength to hold back the whining cry she wanted to let omit at the pain in her hands. She didn't like being hurt, and rarely was she hurt. So the ripped skin on her hands seemed to glare at her, as if to weaken her. Deciding to ignore it under the circumstances, she picked up the piece of paper without seeing what it was. "Umm, is this yours?" she asked offering, her naive kindness always working its charms.

[juliettedupont]

Blinking as a girl tripped, Juliette picked up the papers near her, so that she wouldn't slip again. "You okay? That fall didn't look good." Raising an eyebrow at her odd attire - why would someone be walking around in tights and a leotard, without any shoes? - she wondered if that had anything to do with why she'd fallen. It couldn't be warm in that get up, could it? Maybe she'd been running, trying to get warm. It made enough sense. Hell, it made more sense than her twin brother playing her dad in a movie. God, her family was fucked up. Sure, it was a career-making role, but it was also the role of their father. Why was she the only one that saw that as weird at all? It was bizarre. Especially when part of the film would involve her father's romance with her mother. Yeah, that was perfectly normal.

And sure, she might be a little biased, being as she's irritated with her brother for not telling her. But even if she wasn't, it was still F*cking weird. The Freudian connotations were enough to make even her cringe, and Juli had a pretty screwed up sense of normal. As soon as she could see someone in her family - not counting Darren - she was going to complain about how completely F*cking weird this all was. And the fact that she hadn't been told by Cyprien. Little whiner. She'd kick his ass next time she saw him. He'd learn not to ignore her. They were twins, damn it. They were supposed to tell each other things. At least the important things.

Juliette smiled as the other girl asked if the paper was hers. "Yeah, it's mine. Thank you." Taking the paper, she added it to her stack, before offering a hand. "I'm Juliette Dupont." She couldn't help but think that the other girl was kind of pretty. Turning on the charm, she offered her cutest smile, glad that it was her habit to dress fabulously every day. "Do you have a map? Because I think I just got lost in your eyes." Sure, it was a cheesy pick up line, but it was funny. And hell, it was worth a shot. What did she have to lose?

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OOC: Not quite as long as I was hoping for, but it was all I could get, sorry.

[lynn]

Giving the girl the paper, Lynn nodded when she asked if she was okay, a small smile holding back the tears that were coming from her scraped up hands. "Yeah, I'm alright, thank you. Just a little scraped up." Looking down at her hands she saw the skin had broken but they weren't bleeding, just burning. She carefully rubbed the rocks and dirt off of her hand. It would be just her luck to get an infection, which would make everything she liked to do just more and more difficult. It had taken her attention away from just how cold she was, which was supposedly a plus. It was mostly just her feet and legs. No shoes, plus adding the fact her legs were lean and tights didn't hold in any kind of body heat. The hat and the wrap kept her upper body warm enough, and the dark blue matched her eyes. The bag that carried all of her stuff, like her shoes and equipment, had fallen off her shoulder at the fall. But luckily nothing had fallen out or gotten damaged. That would have just been icing on the cake of bad days. Rehearsal didn't go quite as well as she wanted it to today, maybe because she was distracted. From the news she heard today, it was enough to distract her from just about anything, even more than she was usually.

For the last two years, since she had been at the school, she had been writing letters to her grandmother. But of course not sending them, because they wouldn't have anywhere to go. But just that morning she had gotten a letter, Lynn's first letter from anyone since she had left. It was a shock to her that she had gotten mail, because usually when they handed it out in the morning she never got any, but even more was what she had realized. That during these long two years no one had written her. That made her angry. She always knew her parents weren't exactly happy all the time. And that they had a lot on their plates. But to not write or speak to her for two years, that was just unacceptable. Guess she was just too distracted and occupied with dancing, art, and classes to notice it before. And that's where the chain of bad-day started and was currently in full tilt.

Darilynn wasn't one to ever let a bad day show through though, and gently took the girl's hand as she held it out. "I'm Darilynn Ambrose. You can just call me Lynn, if that's easier." Using the girl's hand as leverage to help herself up, she was back on her feet and had her bag back on her shoulder. "Sorry about that...I guess I'm just not focused very well today."She apologized for her own clumsiness. After adjusting her hat and continuing to ignore the burning sensation in her palms, she heard the girl talk again, and playfully rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "Thank you...sorry if I bothered you in your...reading." Of course, being her, the flirtation never really seeped through her brain and frankly didn't register as that. It never did, it just registered more as a compliment about her eyes, which was still a good thing. Flirting and her just never really went well together, whether she was the one trying to or the one getting it.

[juliettedupont]

For a moment, Juliette wondered if she had anything to do with why this other girl had tripped. If so, she should probably feel bad. Then again, if she hadn't tripped, they may not have met. "All right, good. Do you think you should get that looked at?" She didn't see any blood, but that didn't mean that there wasn't a risk for infection. She knew that from experience, with her piercings and tattoos. You had to be really careful, to keep everything sterile to avoid infection. Juliette had had that problem a few times.

Smiling as she said that she could call her Lynn, she nodded, and helped her up. "Nice to meet you, Lynn. And don't worry about it, I'm sure it was at least partially my fault you fell. The stairs aren't the best place to sit." Now, more than ever, she was glad that she'd learned English as well as French as a child. Otherwise, she was sure she wouldn't be nearly as good at speaking it as she was. Shrugging as Lynn apologized for interrupting her reading, she crinkled her nose a bit. "Don't worry about it, really. You kept me from stewing angrily about things I can't change. I should probably thank you for distracting me. Otherwise, I'd be sitting there and glaring at papers still." A charming smile on her face, she hoped that Lynn would be upset with her for flirting. Juliette really wasn't up for being yelled at or mocked. "So, gorgeous, come here often?" She kind of wanted to slap herself for that terrible attempt at a pick-up line, but, it'd been a while since she'd had a chance to flirt with anyone. Besides, maybe she'd think it was funny.

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OOC: I suck. Ugh. Sorry.

[lynn]

Looking down at her hands Darilynn just shrugged. Probably didn't need to get it checked out, but she might put a band-aid on it later. It was probably her fault, running up the stairs like that, not watching where she was going. "I think it will be alright. Just some Neosporin and a bad-aid should do." She figured if it wasn't bleeding there wasn't anything anyone could do, except cover it in a bandage. She was just thinking that if the burning didn't go away, holding a paint brush wasn't going to make it feel any better. And then the ballet bar, which was rough on hands anyway. Lynn couldn't chalk her hands up either, if they were ripped like they were

With a friendly smile towards Juliette, she nodded lightly. "No, probably not the best idea. And no, I don't usually spend a lot of time on the stairs. But maybe I should, it seems like an interesting place to be!" With a laugh she answered the pick-up line, it once again going right over her head. It made her happy though, seeing the girl was in a friendly enough mood. As Juliette explained how it was okay she interrupted her, she had a curious expression on her face. "The paper made you that angry, huh? I know it can be controversial. I usually stay away from news and things." Seeing as the news was usually just full of anything and everything depressing, Lynn kept herself from reading it. Darilynn was never in the mood to be upset or depressed "But what were you reading about?" She looked down trying to get a look at the headline, wondering what it was that could have been making her angry. There wasn't usually much in papers to get a teenage girl riled up, or maybe it was just her that just didn't get riled up in general.

[juliettedupont]

Nodding, Juliette was glad that she wasn't hurt badly. She'd feel a little guilty, because she knew that Lynn wouldn't have fallen if it wasn't for her. "All right, good then." If it could be fixed by Neosporin and a band-aid, then it would be fine, right? She didn't see any blood, so it couldn't be that bad. Or so she hoped. Maybe she should have taken the time to at least go to the common room to glower at the letter from her father. It was too late to really worry about it, though. Besides, she'd gotten to meet Lynn, and she didn't think she would have if she hadn't tripped while going up the stairs. So, was it really all that bad? Maybe not.

Laughing a bit, she nodded again. "I'll keep that in mind for next time... The stairs are always interesting, they're where the cool kids hang out." She was completely making that up, because really, she didn't know where the cool kids hung out. Were there cool kids here? She wondered if Lynn had noticed the pick up line, or if she was just joking. Hopefully, she understood. Looking down at the paper, she sighed. "Uh, yeah... It's not that it's controversial. It's... It's my family." The newspaper was one of the many French publications that had been writing about the Dupont family for years, and would probably continue to do so. "My twin brother got his first starring role in a movie." The headline was in French, but if translated would read Dupont Legacy Goes On: Cyprien Dupont To Star In New Film. It wasn't the headline or the article that upset her. If Juliette was being entirely honest, she was happy for her brother, and the opportunity this would be for him. She was hurt, though, that he hadn't told her, or even spoken to her since she'd been sent away. Did he blame her for being gone?

[lynn]

Nodding for lack of anything to say, Lynn was also glad she wasn't hurt too badly. She couldn't help but feel slightly special that Juliette felt bad enough to make sure she was okay. "Your family? That's exciting!" Looking at the newspaper, it was obvious it was in French. She could exactly read it, at least not all of it. The little bit of french she knew didn't cover it. Mostly the girl spoke Russian, as it was her home language although not her first. But from the sound of the other girl's voice, she wasn't as excited about the news in the paper as should be expected. It's not like she knew her story, and she wasn't going to come straight out and ask Juliette why she wasn't as happy as she could be. That wasn't her, because she was still shy, no matter what personality she showed off.

A small smile graced her lips, along with a small, breathy laugh. "I don't know about it being for the cool kids....but glad you were here!" She was glad, because now she had met a new friend. At least someone she considered a friend. She considered Juliette a friend even if the girl's feelings weren't returned, because anyone that was nice to her was automatically in the friend-zone. Not a lot of people were exactly nice to her, so it was a rare but momentous occasion. It took her mind away from all the cold, whether for better or worse. "That must be cool, having a movie star in the family." The girl was trying to keep the conversation up without being rude or completely upfront, but still was willing to talk for as long as the other girl was willing to put up with her. "And you're a twin? That's interesting." There were times where she sometimes wanted to have siblings. Sure she had a half-brother. But Lynn was never close to him, and he was the reason she got landed at the academy. She didn't blame him, exactly, because she knew she should have known better than to do what she did. Maybe Juliette had the same kind of relationship with her twin, and that was why she wasn't exactly thrilled?