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Post by aigle clara vaughn on Feb 12, 2013 17:52:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: pink solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] when you wake me up Aigle had a funny feeling about tonight. Mostly, about the whole... date situation. Mostly, about the fact that Olivia was quite clearly going with Benny, and Aigle was now stuck - well, not stuck per se - with Lucien. Not that she minded; oh, no, he was a nice boy with good intentions, and his dedication to the performing arts club (among his other, creative activities) was nothing short of impressive. She was just starting to think that maybe, maybe, this was less of a 'let's go be lonely together on Valentine's' type thing and more of a... well, date. Then again, he hadn't actually asked her specifically on a date, so. And she wasn't even sure she would have said yes, if he'd gone about it that way. Maybe Lucien was being clever, tricking her into this instead of giving her a chance to say no. That boy was very sneaky underneath all his 'set design' and French charm, she'd give him that. And it wasn't as if she was going to cancel on him, anyway, because she was damn well going to that concert and she damn well wasn't going alone.
When it came to school events, Aigle wasn't one for over-the-top, fancy dress. In theatre and dance, it was a different story, and whenever she went out somewhere public she was all for taking fashion risks. But, when it came to being packed in with her classmates on a night such as this, she preferred to play it simple. And modest. And, since this wasn't really a date and she wasn't really trying to impress Lucien, it didn't much matter what he thought of it, anyway. Though, she was certain he'd have nothing but compliments. The boy was good at giving those... and Aigle, it seemed, was good at earning them. So, simple red dress and black shoes and silver bracelet later, she was out the door, pulling on her regular old jacket to fend off the cold of mid-February. Obviously, he wasn't picking her up, which was a bit of a bother in that she had to bum a ride. But, she got there unscathed, and made her way through the people already gathered, searching for familiar blonde hair.
Of course, it was impossible not to get a little distracted by everyone's dresses, and Aigle soon found herself swept into conversation with a few friends, exclaiming excitedly over little bits and bobs and Ed Sheeran and Buble himself. By the time she'd managed to extract herself from that one, it was very nearly time for dinner to start. She didn't want to be that girl waiting on a boy, but she stepped closer to the entrance and kept an eye out for her monsieur, hoping he'd spot her eventually.
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Post by Lucien Fabien Monet on Feb 14, 2013 15:30:11 GMT -5
[style=float: left; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/b9brjc.jpg); width:250px; height:400px;][style=width:250px; height:35px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: 340px; opacity: .6;][style=font-face:tahoma; color: #EC7420; letter-spacing:-1px; font-size:10px; text-align: center; line-height: 12px;]AIGLE [style=color:fafafa]outfit[/url] NOTES HERE[/style][/style][/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:8px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:3px; color: #EC7420; text-align:justify;]THIS IS NOT THE END, THIS IS NOT THE BEGINNING JUST A VOICE LIKE A RIOT ROCKING EVERY REVISION - - - - [/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; color: #F6862A; text-align:justify]Lucien had been working practically all day. Sure he got out of class, but he was still working his butt off. He had been helping set up tables and the stage and what not. It did have it perks though. He had run into Michael Buble and after talking to the guy for a few minutes he had agreed to meet Aigle after the entire concert. Lucien knew that Aigle really liked Buble so he thought he did well in securing this meeting. Especially since the artists weren’t meeting anyone else. Only reason he got to meet them was because he had been helping them set up their equipment and bringing them things they needed all day. Of course he had taken a short break to go and get dressed for his date. Ok it wasn’t a date, they were just friends. But for all intents and purposes it was a date.
After getting totally caught up in making sure that all the little details of setting up, Lucien let himself catch the time and almost hit himself. He figured Aigle would be here by now and he felt bad that he hadn’t been there when she arrived. He would have picked her up but she had insisted on just meeting him there. So he waved goodbye to everyone else who was staying to help and went to find Aigle.
He seemed to search for what felt like forever, but finally found her. She was standing near the door and he felt like he barely recognized her at first. She was gorgeous. Not that she wasn’t beautiful all the time, but tonight especially. Lucien wished that this was more than just two friends. After having her spend the night the last few nights he couldn’t help but desperately want to take her out. He was starting to like the girl, but he was holding back. He didn’t want her to just see him as a friend. Although the way she had curled up to him on the couch the other night seemed to say otherwise.
With a smile he approached her, taking her hand and bowing slightly to kiss her hand. ‘Mon chérie.’ He stood up straight with a smile on his face before offering her his arm. ‘Shall we?’ Once she took his arm he lead her to their table, pulling out her chair for her and waiting for her to sit before taking his own seat. ‘So there is someone I would like you to meet after the concert.’ [/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:8px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:3px; color: #EC7420; text-align:justify;]- - - - - - - - - WAITING FOR THE END TO COME WISHING I HAD STRENGTH TO STAND IT'S OUT OF MY CONTROL [/style][/center] |
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Post by aigle clara vaughn on Feb 14, 2013 15:52:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: pink solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]when you wake me up
The moment Lucien emerged from the good-sized crowd of party-goers, Aigle gave him her most sincere and gracious smile, allowing him to take her hand and laughing as he bowed and kissed it, placing the fingers of her other against her chest and fluttering her eyelashes dramatically. "Oh, monsieur, do be careful - I may swoon." She was, all other thoughts and feelings and certainties aside, absolutely charmed by him and his (she assumed) Frenchly antics; she had a feeling this would be the best non-date she'd ever been on. Happily, she linked her arm with his, leaning ever so slightly against him and nodding. "I do believe we shall," she agreed, and followed his lead as he guided her to their table, glancing around to take in all of the décor. "This all look absolutely amazing, Lucien," she complimented his efforts, taking her seat and folding her hands in her lap, "I'm sorry I missed the set up."
She watched as he sat, eyes still glowing with delight as she leaned conspiratorially forward to hear his words over the dull hum of the conversations surrounding them. She raised a careful eyebrow in response, curiosity taking over her features. "Oh?" she asked, scooting her chair a little closer and crossing her arms on top of the table, dropping the fair maiden act in the interests of more interesting possibilities. "Who is this mystery person?" she asked, watching him closely, searching his face for clues, "do I know them?" She couldn't imagine what her French boy had up his sleeve, now, what marvellous plan he'd concocted for the finale to their evening.
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Post by Lucien Fabien Monet on Mar 1, 2013 1:29:44 GMT -5
[style=float: left; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/b9brjc.jpg); width:250px; height:400px;][style=width:250px; height:35px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: 340px; opacity: .6;][style=font-face:tahoma; color: #EC7420; letter-spacing:-1px; font-size:10px; text-align: center; line-height: 12px;]AIGLE [style=color:fafafa]outfit[/url] NOTES HERE[/style][/style][/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:8px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:3px; color: #EC7420; text-align:justify;]THIS IS NOT THE END, THIS IS NOT THE BEGINNING JUST A VOICE LIKE A RIOT ROCKING EVERY REVISION - - - - [/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; color: #F6862A; text-align:justify]Lucien smiled wide back at her, glad that he was able to find her. Honestly there were so many people in the room that he was surprised that he found her as quickly as he did. ‘Oh I plan on it,’ he said mostly joking. He honestly had no idea where that even came from. Lucien was never one to really have any true charm or game. Hence why he never dated before. Or had a girlfriend. Or been on a date. Or even had a first kiss. He was just too much of a friend figure to every girl he encountered. He couldn’t help it. They would always call him their gay best friend which would make him groan because he wasn’t gay, or at least he didn’t think he was. He grinned more as he started to lead her to their table. ‘It really does. Everyone did a great job.’ He shrugged a little to her apology. ‘It’s ok. You didn’t miss much. Well you did, but you didn’t,’ he said with a big grin still keeping from her that he met Michael Buble.
‘In a sense, yes.’ She knew who he was at least. She just didn’t know him personally. ‘His initial might be M.B. and he may have said he would be happy to meet you after the concert.’ Lucien was pretty proud of his efforts. It wasn’t as if he had meant to meet Michael Buble, it just happened. And because of it. Aigle was going to be able to meet him. Lucien was aware of how much she was a fan, mostly because of how much she blabbed on about him at rehearsal in the closer weeks to the concert. It really was all any of the girls could talk about. So the fact that he was going to be able to let her meet him, well he was pretty sure nothing could top that. [/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:8px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:3px; color: #EC7420; text-align:justify;]- - - - - - - - - WAITING FOR THE END TO COME WISHING I HAD STRENGTH TO STAND IT'S OUT OF MY CONTROL [/style][/center] |
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Post by aigle clara vaughn on Mar 16, 2013 12:55:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: pink solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]when you wake me up
Aigle narrowed her eyes at Lucien when he told her she hadn't missed much... but she had. She paused, taking a moment to study his face. "What on Earth are you talking about?" she asked, taking in his big, secretive grin that gave absolutely nothing away. She frowned, lips pulling into a slight pout. "What did I miss? Why are you smiling like that?" She was starting to think something amazing had happened while she was busy getting ready for the evening's events, and Aigle did not like the thought of missing out on amazing things.
As he answered her question, her eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and she put a finger to her lips, glancing around the room. As far as she could tell, there wasn't anybody terribly more exciting than usual in the area, as much as she craned her neck to see into the far corners of the crowd. Still as confused as ever, she returned her attention to Lucien. "Are they here now? Should I be able to -" However, he chose that moment to give her the greatest hint of all, and as soon as the mystery person's initials spilled from his mouth Aigle's eyes widened and her jaw dropped and she let out quite an audible gasp, staring at her not-date in complete and utter shock.
"M.B.?!" she squeaked, hands clenching on the edge of the table in a knuckle-white grip. She leaned forward conspiratorially, continuing in a hushed whisper: "as in Michael Buble?" Her gaze was nothing short of predatory, now, because this was Michael Buble they were talking about, and nothing - nothing - could compare to the thought of meeting him and speaking to him in the flesh. She was torn between laughing and crying and basically every other emotionally hysterical response, and she dearly hoped Lucien wouldn't think she was a complete wreck. Not that he'd be allowed to blame her, if she was, because her love for the Bube knew no bounds (and she was certain her endless gushing about his musical abilities had made that perfectly clear to anyone within ear shot, ever).
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Post by Lucien Fabien Monet on Mar 26, 2013 0:49:38 GMT -5
[style=float: left; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/b9brjc.jpg); width:250px; height:400px;][style=width:250px; height:35px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: 340px; opacity: .6;][style=font-face:tahoma; color: #EC7420; letter-spacing:-1px; font-size:10px; text-align: center; line-height: 12px;]AIGLE [style=color:fafafa]outfit[/url] NOTES HERE[/style][/style][/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:8px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:3px; color: #EC7420; text-align:justify;]THIS IS NOT THE END, THIS IS NOT THE BEGINNING JUST A VOICE LIKE A RIOT ROCKING EVERY REVISION - - - - [/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; color: #F6862A; text-align:justify]Lucien loved that he had this small surprise over her head. Ok maybe it wasn’t too small. It was getting her to meet Michael Buble. He knew that she loved him. Had heard her talking about him all week so if he could just give her this one small gesture he didn’t see a problem with it. Sure it wasn’t exactly a date, but Lucien was French, at least a small part of him was a romantic, if not a large chunk. Plus he was just an all-around good guy and loved seeing people happy, Aigle not being an exception. ‘Smiling like what? I have no idea what you are going on about.’ His grin grew wider, not being able to suppress it one bit.
As soon as she figured out who he could see the light in her eyes. He couldn’t help but laugh a little. She was just too cute not to. She seemed so excited about it. ‘Yes as in Michael Buble. I met him maybe fifteen minutes before you got here.’ He watched a range of emotion cross her face and couldn’t help but laugh again. It was just so cute how excited she was getting over the prospect of getting to meet Michael Buble. Although if he got to meet George Lucas he probably would be in the same emotional state so he couldn’t blame her.
The rest of the night went quite great. The food was good and the performers were great. Lucien enjoyed dancing with Aigle and watching her freak out a little more when Michael Buble came out to perform. The night was over though and it was evident by how quickly their peers were fleeing the stadium. Lucien figured some were going to get drunk, some were going to go make bad decisions in the back of a car, and some would just go home and sleep. But Lucien and Aigle had another destination. He took her hand and took her behind the stage where Buble said that he would meet them. He turned and looked at Aigle. ‘Excited? Nervous?’ He smiled a little more looking around waiting for Buble to come out. He figured he was doing final show things so it might take a few moments, but the guy seemed nice enough that he wouldn’t just tell Lucien one thing and not show. [/style] [style=font-family:tahoma; font-size:8px; line-height:10px; letter-spacing:3px; color: #EC7420; text-align:justify;]- - - - - - - - - WAITING FOR THE END TO COME WISHING I HAD STRENGTH TO STAND IT'S OUT OF MY CONTROL [/style][/center] |
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