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Post by LORANA ALEXIS SMITH on Dec 7, 2011 1:19:15 GMT -6
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Post by LORANA ALEXIS SMITH on Jan 26, 2012 9:07:57 GMT -6
The statue was something that Lorana passed everyday, just one of those things that you always saw but never really looked at in your daily routine. For six years and some odd months now that had been precisely what Lori had done going back and forth between the common room and the lower levels of the castle. The statue of Boris the Bewildered just stood there in the most direct route to Gryffindor Tower in all its stone glory. Her day had been particularly rough, everything that could have gone wrong had and her mood was beginning to slump into that unfortunate state of unhappiness that Lori was prone to fighting tooth and nail to keep away from. It had all started when she rolled out of bed that morning; her leg had gone numb at some point in the early morning and when she planted it on the ground, Lori had fallen face first on the hard wood floors waking up one of her very cranky roommates who was not a morning person. She wasn’t one to be vain, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed looking like a slob and her hair hadn’t been cooperating with her in the least, it had turned frizzy and overly volumized, a bad batch of magical hair product making the matter even worse, and then lunch rolled around and an over zealous second year girl accidentally slipped hot tea on her skirt, scalding Lorana’s thigh on top of soaking her clothes. She was beginning to feel beaten by a good run of bad luck.
Sluggishly Lori had been making her way back up to her dorm room in order to just curl into bed and let the rest of the day pass her by without any more trouble, but the closer that she got up the many flights of stairs the more Lorana realized that she was letting a series of random, albeit unfortunate, incidences get her down when what she really needed to do was take the initiative and turn her misfortune around. The notion crossed her mind right around the time that she was passing by good ole Brois and Lori halted. Turning her attention toward the statue she couldn’t help but notice how comical he looked, with his gloves on the wrong hands and that hilariously puzzled expression it put things into perspective for her. So what if she had been having a hard day, at least she wasn’t so frazzled as to become Boris’ counterpart Lorana the Loon.
Letting out an exhausted sigh she was even more determined to perk up her day. The only trouble was she wasn’t entirely sure how to do that yet. Perhaps something fun and crazy was in order. Stair sledding, or a water balloon fight with some willing housemates, maybe she could get a couple gal pals together and do movie montages, dressing up as their favourite movie characters and doing playful little skits- she wasn’t much of a dancer but Jennifer Beals could move over because there was definitely a new Alex Owens in town- or so Lorana could laughing pretend. Phoenix could do for some girl time probably and Lily too of course. Her thoughts were sidetracked by the sound of footsteps approaching.
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Post by IVAN VLADISLAV KIRKE on Mar 10, 2012 0:45:30 GMT -6
Ivan was just having an off day today but he wasn't going to just give in to his usual whims for a general day. Deciding to go with his usual messy hair look even after taking a shower, and then suddenly started to push up his boxers after tugging on some pants. Looking in the mirror as he checked his own face out in it, and seemed to think like he was going to have luck with any of the ladies today. Something in the pit of his stomach told him he was going to just have another boring, mundane day, as much as he wanted to just chill with his friends. Right now, he had to think of other things that would indicate how he felt at the moment. Oh well, he was just going to slither on a new pair of pants as he tugged on some blue jeans.
Then he suddenly took another look at the mirror as he realized he had no shirt on right then and decided it was time to do a check-up of his face. Looking underneath his eye lids to make sure that he was going to keep his mind focused on the top half of his body. Yes, he didn't have many muscles because he was slightly skinny, although he made up for it elsewhere. Finally licking his lips afterwards as he tugged on a regular old white t-shirt, and then followed it up with a sweat shirt to keep him from getting cold. Then he finally made his way out of the boy's dorm room to head out to get some fresh air after sleeping in today. Ivan was glad that he could relax for a change every so often, but he was going to keep up with his current appearance as he made his way out towards wherever he let his legs lead him. He really wasn't paying attention in general and then decided to finally wander the halls.
Suddenly he found himself on the fifth floor and was staring at Lorana as he was vividly reminded of what he had done the other day with her that had seemed to have made him slightly infatuated with her. Finally thinking of what he could do in general, but instead he merely approached her slowly so that he wouldn't scare her. Making his footsteps loud enough so she could sense his presence, as he finally approached her, "Hi, Lorana, remember me? It's me, Ivan, it's been a while, not that we see each other every day int he dorms anyways, " he said softly as he rubbed the back of his head gently in silght surprise. Acting as if this was natural, but how he got here wasn't any more unusual than before.
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Post by LORANA ALEXIS SMITH on Apr 1, 2012 22:05:59 GMT -6
Footsteps, all but ignored for the most part other than that back of the mind acknowledgment that they were indeed there, Lorana didn’t care enough to stop what she was doing for fear that whoever it was might laugh at her for being dorky. She was content enough with herself to allow the very real fact that sometimes you weren’t always going to come out looking like your best, but she figured that as long as she had a good time looking stupid, that was all that really mattered. Or at least that was what Lorana told herself. It made her wonder if Boris was aware of the way he was perceived by others? If he let himself be the butt of jokes on purpose so that maybe he could help in some way, like brightening people’s day with laughter. Or if he was really that clueless. She wasn’t sure if she should pity him or admire him. But then who was she to really do either without ever having met the man herself.
Hearing Ivan speak to her though, instead of those footsteps passing her on by, she tore her gaze away from the statue and smiled vibrantly over at him. They had been keeping their interactions to themselves, but the fact that he was introducing himself to her made her chuckle. She was happy to play along with it the charade though. Tapping her chin pensively, her lips pursed together Lori hummed to herself. ”I’van… Ivan… it sounds vaguely familiar.” There wasn’t really anyone else around to put a show on for though, so the only thing she could think was that it was just for fun. It was nice- just when she was looking for a pick-me-up there he was.
Lori took a gingerly step toward him ducking her head as she whispered, conspiratorial of course. ”I think we’re safe here to at least acknowledge that we know each other. Unless you think Boris is a gossip.” Tossing a glance behind her, her smile broadened. Her mind was dancing with the memories that he had left her with but here was neither the place nor the time. ”What have you been up to lately?” She was curious to see how Ivan’s life was going, wandered if Roxanne was still around- or if the girl had just been elusive to Loranan for whatever reason. Should it have really mattered though? Probably.
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