Roomies

The Headmistress

Thu, 03 May 2007 23:44:33 GMT

   Every eye in the auditorium riveted to the spot where the two, very different, girls lay. Unfortunately, their limbs were all tangled together, making a rather large mess of themselves. The attention lasted only a moment though, for the assembled student body quickly redirected their attention to a rather unpleasant looking woman at the front of the room. Mistress Payne had started the Dayview schools, along with her brother, nearly thirty years previously, and wore the acoompanying authority like shield and sword. Dressed smartly in a grey tweed skirt-suit, iron-coloured hair pulled back in a tight bun, the impressive personage stalked up the aisle towards the two delinquints who had interrupted her welcoming speech. Her smart pace allowed the clicking of her senseible heels to be heard, even though they were slightly muffled by the carpeting. She reached out and took hold of the two young ladies, dragging them to their feet.
   "You will follow me and seat yourselves at the front where I can keep my eye on you." With that crisply delivered phrase, , the school's stalwart leader turned and briskly marched back down the aisle. Pausing only a moment to turn and raise a flinty brow at the dawdling teens. "This is not the death march to the guillotine ladies, look smart!"
   Not wanting to anger their new headmistress further than necessary, Josephine and Georgina scurried down the aisle and seated themselves in the only two seats remaining, directly in front of Mistress Payne. At least the assembly would be brief, and then they would no longer be required to tolerate eachother's prescence. The two girls stared vacantly forward as the austere lady finished relating the impressive history of their institution, and went on to list, verbally, the rules of said establishment. Perhaps the assembly would go on a little longer than the two teens had originally thought, but they made sure not to look at one another through the entire presentation.

The Girls Meet

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:18:41 GMT

   Josephine tore down towards the building, taking a short cut through the amassed trees. She ran into someone, as is almost gauranteed when you run in platform boots, but she didn't take time to notice. She just bee-lined for the auditorium, praying that she was going to make it on time. Josephine may not have wanted to come to this school, but she was going to try to make the best of it, if she could. Since the young girl wasn't much used to running, it didn't take her very much further until her breath was hitching uncomfortably, and there was a rather painful stitch in her side. That, and moving through the trees had started a run in her tights. She heaved a small sigh, but stopped, just outside the auditorium doors. There was no point in entering the auditorium looking like a hobo. She reached into her little purse, pulled out some clear nail polish, and deftly swiped it over the tiny run, stopping it from spreading any further.
   When she finished she looked up. She saw what could only be the person she had run into in the woods heading her way. One glance told her that they were NOT going to be friends. Just look at that outfit! Who accented green with black? Only punks, that's who. Josephine had absolutely no use for those of an alternative mindset. There was no artistry in the way they casually disregarded the whole semblance of a colour palate. She stuck her pointy little nose in the air and reached for the door handle.

    Georgina, on the other hand, did not take well to being ploughed into by little midgets, no matter how cool their boots seemed to be. It was obvious that the girl was way too proud of them anyway. Since she felt no need to rush to any silly meeting, after all, this was in no way her idea. Thus she casually sauntered behind the brown haired girl, who ran as if the very last ticket to a Good Charlotte concert was at stake.  She kind of liked that metaphor, and tucked it away for future use. Anything that referred to emo culture was infinitely amusing after all.
   When the girl stopped to adjust her wardrobe, Georgina was forced to give her some bonus points. At least she knew that she had to make a good impression. What the red-head did not appreciate, though, was the little nose up in the air. That was not acceptable. Since the girl had stopped, Georgina picked up her own pace. Her slightly longer legs allowed her to catch up with the other girl in less time than may have been required otherwise, and Georgina leaned against the door the other girl was trying to open.

   "Listen, Miss Priss, y'all don't need to put on airs. We're all the same out here, worth an absolutely large pile of bupkiss. Trust me on this one. We're the lowest of the low. The youngsters, the newcomers, you might as well tuck your trash away, it won't help you none." With that said, Georgina tucked her hands behind her back and started whistling the melody to a Nickelback song - off key. Georgina appreciated music, of a sort, though she was rather tone-deaf.
   Josephine, who was not impressed with her new companion, did not deign to comment. There was no point in conversing with this sort of low character. After all, what kind of artist whistled? And what was she whistling?!? It sounded dreadful. Josephine did her best to avoid making eye contact. Maybe if she ignored the nasty little girl she would go away. One could only hope... but no, the wretched beast was leaning against the door.
   "You need to move, we are already late, and the present company isn't worth the castigation of the headmistress, thank you very much." Upon hearing this, Georgina didn't react the way one would expect, oh no. She burst into near-hysterical laughter, her face red, and smacking her knees in appreciation.
   "Ah, your prescious!" she managed to squeeze out between giggles.
   "Prescious is not what I was going for, now move!" Josephine's voice was beginning to take on a particularly shrill tone. The shorter girl reached out and began tugging on the door, which still wasn't opening.
   "Tut, tut, temper, temper." Georgina continued to lean against the door, grinning madly, then, when the other girl made one last desperate pull, Georgina leaned against the handle, causing the door to open inward, and tossing both girls upon the ground in the carpeted auditorium.

The Girls Thoughts

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 12:40:41 GMT

   Georgina, secure in the fact that she had gotten the better of her Mummy, wandered off to explore the grounds, her belongings safely tucked away by the House Mother. She was warned that there was precious little time to explore before the assembly, but a lack of time never had stopped her before. Georgina ventured straight out into the little copse of trees sitting forlornly on the grounds, as much abandoned by its parent forest, on the boy's side of the road, as the girls were. As she puttered about she considered what she was going to get out of attending Dayview, a perfectly horrendous name to go with what she felt was going to be a rather dreadful school.
   Perhaps, just perhaps, there would be someone there who would be her friend, maybe even her best friend. It was all well and good that she had three younger siblings at home, all girls, but she'd like to meet someone who didn't HAVE to like her. Her sister's were genuine peaches, but family was just too biased. What if, in her career here at Dayview, she discovered that there was nothing likable about her at all? That would be absolutely dreadful! It would have to be a female friend, since she couldn't, off the top of her head anyway, imagine how she could sneak over to the boy's school often enough to make a friend. That didn't mean she couldn't try though... As quick as that her thoughts left musing over friendships and family and started concocting wild schemes to become better acquainted with the fellows from the Gentleman's Academy across the way.

   Strangely enough, the rather different Josephine was thinking along the same lines, though not entirely. Josephine had grown up in equal seclusion, as most offspring of the wealthy are. She, though, had two younger brothers, as opposed to three younger sisters, which made her outlook completely different. Josephine, as she sat by the pond musing, quickly dismissed the idea of befriending one of the "silly little girls" that would be attending school with her. Boys were far more fun. After all, there probably wasn't a single girl in the building who would be willing to thread their own worm on a hook for fishing.
   That decided, Josephine's mind also wandered down the lane to the boy's school, but it was taking much more logical paths. She was thinking of ways to make the school permit association between the two student bodies, which would be difficult due to the fear of association between the student bodies... Still, a little thing like that could hardly stop anyone so clever as Josephine Olaveson, though even she admitted this would be easier with someone to bounce ideas off of. Perhaps she would have to search for at least one female to help with her plan making. She stood up, brushed off her stockings, and turned to look at the assembled group milling about the school grounds - but there was no one left out there. Oh no! Josephine was late for the assembly! What if they had already announced roommates?!?

Description of the girls

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 19:09:13 GMT

   Josephine stood on the grounds of the school, curiously examining the crowds of young women milling about upon the exalted grounds. As far as she could tell there was no one amidst the masses who would share her unique spirit. That decided, she straightened out her hot pink knee-length skirt, and loaded her suitcases onto a dolly. She wasn't expected to bring them up to her new room, oh no. The House Mother would do that, seeing as Josephine wasn't actually sure where her room was yet. New girls would be assigned their space at the assembly one hour from now. Until then, the grounds were hers to explore. Espying a quiet little pond in the near distance, she headed out, carefully bobbing amidst the much taller crowd.
   Josephine wasn't actually that short, but at four foot six she was on the smaller side for an almost-thirteen-year-old. That and the fact that she was among the youngest at the school made her school-mates seem rather large. They were not imposing though, for none of them were dressed quite as well as the brown-haired maiden. She had, after all, constructed her outfit by herself. The aforementioned brilliantly hued skirt had a lovely row of pleats, and two buckles at the waist, on the right side of course. She had paired this home-made concoction with a lacy white chemise-top, embroidered flowers in the same shade of pink as the skirt skating around the hem and left shoulder. It was the boots, though, that were her pride and joy. They were lovely white leather platforms, with a hot pink faux-fur interior, making them deliciously squishy and comfortable on the inside. She had them half-unbottoned and folded over at the top, to show the world the lovely lining. Her fabulous outfit was carefully accessorized with white fishnet stockings, a hot pink scrunchy holding her shoulder-length brown hair in a high ponytail, a tiny silver hoop in each ear, and one silver bangle bracelet on her left hand.
   She skipped down to the pond and settled upon a rock to contemplate the odd turn her young life had taken. Anyone who had looked at her face then would have caught the beauty in her dreamy blue eyes, and the gentle smile upon her cupid's bow mouth. She was trying to compose a haunting piece of flute music to capture the very essence of the pond, but the middle strain was escaping her facile mind. No matter, the pond would be here throughout the school year, perhaps she needed a different season to compose the minor-line.

   Georgina, on the other hand, was causing a scene. Her voice rose shrilly above the murmur of farewells. "Mother, I will NOT stay somewhere where I have to SHARE a ROOM. It will NOT happen, it isn't FAIR." The strident tones caused quite a stir, especially among the older students, who muffled chuckles in the collars of their designer shirts. "It is reprehensible! We are not animals to be lodged stacked one upon another!"
   "Darling please..." Mummy's tones were conjoling, as she was much used to her young daughter's moods. They had not informed her before they left of the sleeping arrangements at the school, since they knew that it would be yet more leverage against them. "It is only for the school year, and it will be like having a sister. Think how close the pair of you can get if you share the space! It isn't as if the rooms are small either. Please dear, be reasonable."
   "Reasonable? REASONABLE?!?" With that she threw herself bodily down upon her suitcase and produced sobs that wracked the whole of her small body. Her parents dithered around her, wringing their hands in distress, unsure of how to reassure their tumultuous child.
   Georgina, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying her scene. Sharing a room didn't particularly bother her, but she was set on punishing Mummy and Dadoo for sending her to the dreadful school. Her outfit was carefully selected to foster sympathy in her loving parents. The mini-skirt was a particularly vibrant shade of neon green, with pleats across the front and chains liberally draped around the waist. She had paired it with a midriff-baring black t-shirt, which she had silk screened in a similar shade of green to say "Daddy's Little Girl". She had accessorized this carefully chosen outfit with black knee socks, and green high heeled shoes, silver chains around both her wrists, two dangly hoops in each earlobe, a smaller hoop in the cartilege of her left ear, and in her right eyebrow, and tiny black bows making cute little piggy tails in her short red hair.
   Unfortunately, the tears were smudging her black mascara and eyeliner. She drew a small hand across her eyes, leaving a trail of lime green across her forehead, and looked at her parents, bottom lip quivering. Mummy and Dadoo knew that they had won, and sighed in relief. Clucking gently the girl's mother produced a silk handkerchief and tidied up the make-up mess, frowning slightly at the stain left behind by her daughter's black lipstick. When she pulled the girl to her feet, she was startled to see that they were almost the same height, five foot two, when the girl was in those particular heels.
   "Please darling, I know that it will be a trial, but could you bear it for Dadoo and I? We'll consider public school next year, I promise." The light of victory flashed in Georgina's gray eyes. This time next year she would be doing exactly what she wanted, and that was enough. She nodded her head gravely.
   "Okay, Mummy. But only because I know you love me very much."

Intro to the Girls

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 12:44:09 GMT

    There comes a time in the lives of particularly clever children when they realize that they are smarter than their parents. This can lead to the child becoming willful and disobedient, or worse, cunning and manipulative. It truly depends on the nature of the child. Some children, after all, are naturally predisposed to behaving, even under this remarkable temptation. Unfortunately for the two young women we are about to discover, this is not the case.

    Georgina Vandermeer was a late bloomer. She was all of twelve when she discovered that Mummy and Dadoo could easily be got around by the amazing twists and turns her brain tended to make. Though the process seemed to defy common sense completely, there was no denying the pure logic behind the thought process. In the face of this ruthless ability to debate, her parents, even Dadoo who was a rather successful Quebec businessman, were dumbstruck.
    Now, Georgina was a little lacking in the common sense department, but she was a fanciful young thing, and it could easily be forgiven her. That summer before eighth grade, she had all kinds of wild adventures, aided and abetted by the fact that her parental units could be coerced to give permission for almost anything. Unfortunately, she did not foresee her parents finding this to be a problem. They pooled their own, slightly weaker, minds together, and contrived to send their brilliant daughter somewhere that could teach her discipline.
   The young lady in question cajoled, debated, justified, and pleaded. But to no avail. When that failed she threw a massive temper tantrum, coupled with a veritable thundershower of tears. Still, Mummy and Dadoo could not be swayed. Thus it was, on the First of September, that Georgina found herself whisked away in a limosine to the Dayview Private Boarding School for Young Ladies, rather than the public school which she felt, in her heart, would be much more fun.

    Now, the school was not as bad as the disenchanted youth made it out to be. It was set aside in the country hills of Manitoba, and catered specifically to the brilliant youth of the wealthy elite. There were only ever one hundred young girls in attendence, twenty per year for the eighth to twelth grades. As such, the teacher-student ratio was rather lovely. Each grade would be divided into two classes of ten. There was even a complementary Dayview Private Boarding School for Young Gentlemen across the road, provided a much needed sense of symmetry.

Young Josephine Olaveson had always felt that her parents' wealth was a burden on her artistic soul. At least, she had felt this was since, as a child of seven, she had decided that she would be a Composer and Artist. Always with capitals. This was around the same time that she had realized her parents were not actually very clever, despite the fact that they were both rather well-respected doctors in Ontario. Still, everyone with half a brain knew that one had to suffer for art. There just wasn't enough hardship in her life to truly flourish as an artist.
   Josephine wished to attend a public school. Only amidst that drudgery and prejudice filled place, could she truly blossom as an artiste. Obviously. Mother and Father just did not understand. If Josephine desired to be free of tutors, she may attend the Dayview Private Boarding School for Young Ladies, but NOT public school. No daughter of theirs was going to mix with the riffraff. After all, they had co-ed classes. That just would not do!
   This was how Josephine came to be loaded into her parents' private helicopter on September the First. As the four-storey mansion that she had called home faded from sight, the artistic young soul sighed. Mother and Father would just never understand her. Well, she would just have to search out hardship amongst these people. Perhaps there would be another spirit that harmonized with her own amidst the genius offspring of the better-off.