elizabeth philip
d i l i g e n c e sophmore year pure-blood
It's personal, myself and I, we've got some straightening out to do
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Post by elizabeth philip on Aug 18, 2008 14:10:41 GMT -5
elizabeth "lizzie" philip [/font][/b] take off your shoes, stay out of the race lay down your head, on a soft river bed Sonny always remembers the words mama saidtag» miss audrey lawrence, extraordinaire word count» 886 status» complete chat» Weee!
[/center] Lizzie thought she had seen it all here in Vancouver. It was absolutely nothing like England, that was for sure. Here, there was so much more for her to take in about people in general. They had plenty of international students here, but Lizzie wasn't so interested in them. They weren't interested in her either, so she supposed that on a level, they were even. She had spent too much time back in England observing the international students anyways. A few piqued her interest now and then, but in the end, human nature in all of it's horrifying and beautiful glory remained. No matter what happened, it always stayed the same, and the monotony was beginning to get to her in some ways, had not something else taken its place.
For one thing, she had begun to observe how human nature affected other species. Angels, demons, werewolves, vampires, humans, they were all here, interacting with one another as if nothing was wrong with the world they were living in. It was like a bubble, or several bubbles as the case ended up being. It fascinated her in some ways how some people were either oblivious or they weren't. Lizzie could be free to be herself here, despite the fact that she hadn't given flying a try yet, and that she was apparently still too young to have her halo. Still, she had begun to stop grieving. Spending time with some of her friends here (not close friends, only one person at the moment could come close, with another coming in a close second) had opened her eyes to new things. She couldn't mourn forever. She knew that much already, and she was prepared for that. The specter of her brother's death was slowly fading, and his memory leaving her with a profound sense of peace.
Of course, none of that would have been possible had it not been for Darren Hazard. Lizzie owed him more than she could ever express, except for maybe on her piano.
As it was, she found herself in the Art Wing more often than she found herself in her dorm room. Her grandparents had been kind enough to send her mail. And the best present of all had come on her last birthday, when they had sent her an upright piano for her dorm room. She didn't play often, only when her roommates were nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, one of her roommates had a habit of finding things out rather fast. Or catching her in the act. Whichever came first. So at least one person knew that she played the piano.
Whether or not Darren knew was another story for another time.
But it was to her closest friend that her thoughts turned as she sat at the grand piano they had at the school, her fingers dancing over the keys as she played a pensive, mournful tune. Her face was for once not stoic, knitted with worry and looking just a bit upset, although her music wouldn't indicate that at all. The soothing tones of Mozart were currently filtering out of the open top, drifting out into the room and out the crack found in the nearly closed door. Lizzie had a bad experience once being locked in the art wing, almost before the curfew time. She was just lucky that she knew how to climb out windows.
There were hushed whispers going around, about something that had happened the other night. It had something to do with Darren, and that was enough for her to run toward the arts wing to her piano and want to cry. She didn't like it. She didn't like it at all. It certainly explained why he had been distant, borderline unreachable. She had gone around to his dorm room the other day to see if she could borrow one of his guitars again, although she really did prefer Audrey's. But she felt bad asking Audrey for it all the time, which was why she went to Darren more often. He had loads to spare. But when she found the door firmly locked, and no one knew where he was, Lizzie knew something had happened, and with the whispers going around, it hurt that she didn't know what it was. Part of her just didn't want to know anymore.
For the past few hours, she had locked herself in this small room, playing mindless melodies to try and tame her churning thoughts. She wouldn't cry, she just wouldn't, because crying had never gotten her anywhere. He was a grown man, almost, and he could take care of himself. But that didn't stop his little friend from worrying. She wanted to figure this thing out, to see what it was that could drive someone to be so distant.
It's like Pandora's box, she argued with herself. You might not want to know. It might be one of those personal things that you just can't understand.
The music changed then, from gentle Mozart to tormented Beethoven. She hated herself for the indecision. She hated herself for being helpless. And she absolutely hated not knowing what was going on. She knew she was going to regret it. She just knew it. But what kind of friend didn't step into the fire when other friends needed it?
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`audrey lawrence.
senior year
...and if you say we're too young, well maybe you're too old to remember...
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Aug 19, 2008 2:07:59 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo lizzie philip! chat xo DONE! FINALLY! word count xo 791 attire xo shirt pants
xo Unbelievable. Un. Effing. Believable. Those four words seemed to be the only coherent thoughts that Audrey's mind could produce. The rest of her consciousness was completely consumed with blind anger, frustration, fury, confusion, disbelief...anything under the sun that one could imagine feeling after trying to talk sense into one's best friend at a pub.
xo As far as best friends went, Audrey Lawrence was in just a bit of a spot. It was times like this when her nature as a loyal person came back to haunt her with a vengeance. See, her close buddy Darren happened to be dating her super-close friend Christa, also friends with Audrey's chica Kat Black. Well, it just so happens that Darren and Kat had had a very...um...unexpected sort of encounter in the dorms the other night, and Christa just happened to walk in on them.
xo All of this had, of course, happened while Audrey patiently waited in the Arts Room, like an idiot, for Darren to show up at a long-forgotten songwriting session. Then, being the concerned friend she is, Audrey spent the next half-hour looking for Darren all over campus - of course, he was nowhere to be found. She finally came upon him at the end of her search, only to find a very drunk, very tired, and extremely pained Darren Hazard sitting at the barstool. As it was, such degrees of drunkenness were uncharacteristic of the Darren she knew...then again, after that conversation she acknowledged that she didn't really know Darren at all.
xo After all, the Darren she thought she knew loved Christa more than his own breath. The Darren she'd known would never have done anything that stupid. Never have let himself go into a drunken haze, drowning her bright-eyed best friend in the dark void of self-loathing. But, like she'd said, she apparently didn't know him as well as she thought she did.
xo But still, there she was. Stomping her way back from Black Bear Pub, having thoroughly chewed Darren out in public and embarrassed herself with the force of her own temper, and still not finished fuming. She herself knew as well as anyone that the moment Audrey Lawrence lost her temper, there was nothing to do but wait until music somehow intervened. Music, as Drey often said, was her life, her air, her smile and her passion. It had been there for her when she was beyond consolation, when no one's words could match how she felt or what she thought. Somehow, one song or another had possessed the right melody, harmony, chord progression, or lyrics to mirror her emotions perfectly, and speak more clearly for her than she ever could have spoken for herself. And of course, they say old habits die hard...which was why Drey always needed some form of musical expression - whether by listening, playing, or writing - to express her more extreme emotions before she began to pull through them. It was just part of who Miss Lawrence was.
xo So naturally, after such a moment of frustration and anger, Audrey was off to her dormitory to unlock her guitar and stomp her way back down to the Arts Wing to blow off steam. Of course, the music itself was probably not going to be extremely angry, and she'd probably spend most of the time tinkering around with some melodies she might use to write a song about frustration. But still, it was something.
xo Then, just as she was approaching the door to the practice room, she heard the lovely melodies of Amadeus Mozart making their way into the hall. She furrowed her brow, knowing fully well that such talent on the piano - even at Collingwood - was extremely rare. There were only a handful of players that she knew who possessed that kind of musical talent...
xo Then she heard the music change suddenly - yet smoothly - from the ethereal melodies of Mozart to the emo music of the classical world - Beethoven. She shook her head, now fully aware of who was sitting at the bench even before she could open the door quietly. She took one look, and had to smile at the petite figure in front of the wooden piano, facing away from Drey. Yup, none other than Lizzie Philip, Drey's kleptomaniacal roommate that she absolutely loved. Yes, Drey was aware that Lizzie sometimes practiced with her guitar when she wasn't around, as the girl was bound to leave some fresh fingerprints here and there on the neck. But Drey didn't care - she actually made an effort to teach Lizzie some simple acoustic songs now and then.
xo Drey's smile widened a bit as she leaned on the doorway, and said, "Nice playing there, Ludwig. What's bothering you?"
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elizabeth philip
d i l i g e n c e sophmore year pure-blood
It's personal, myself and I, we've got some straightening out to do
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Post by elizabeth philip on Sept 17, 2008 18:49:24 GMT -5
elizabeth "lizzie" philip [/font][/b] take off your shoes, stay out of the race lay down your head, on a soft river bed Sonny always remembers the words mama saidtag» miss audrey lawrence, extraordinaire attire» dress with her hair down word count» 934 status» complete chat» can't. shut. up. >_<[/center] Lizzie couldn't remember a time when music hadn't been there for her. She supposed that in some ways, it was what brought her together with other people, even if she never intended for it to be that way. Music had been a means to get rid of all the excess energy she'd had since she was as little as three. She had been small then, she was small now, despite the fact that she could touch the pedals now. As a kid, it had been hard, and her butt had hurt from scooting to the edge of the seat just to press her big toe against the larger pedal. Now, it was slightly easier, given that she wasn't just barely over four feet tall anymore. Now it was a different story, and one where she was taller (just slightly) and a bit more skilled.
At least she could find comfort in her music, even if she couldn't find it in other people. Well, she could have found comfort in Ash, but she didn't hang out with him as much anymore. She didn't know why, although that also would have been a lie. She did know why, she just didn't want to admit it to herself, because it was for a petty reason, and one that she shouldn't even have been thinking about. The idea that Lizzie was jealous was just nearly impossible, yet it was becoming true dangerously fast. In some ways, she supposed, she was coping with it the only way she knew how, and that was staying away from that one person. But Ash was her friend, and even if she didn't want to, she was going to have to let go and let him be happy. Whether or not she would be was another story.
The thought alone made Lizzie sad, although in some ways, she supposed that this was just another test from God to see if Lizzie was ready to take on the responsibility that came with being a pure-blooded angel. If she could overcome this jealousy, then everything would be alright, albeit she would be lonely. But that was what friends were for, right? She wasn't as reassured as she should have been, even with that in mind. Closing her eyes and sinking into the music, Lizzie tried to focus her energy into something productive, something good, even if it was a secret to the whole school. She was no Beethoven, no Mozart, despite having a vast musical background through 12 years of music training.
Beethoven seemed to understand human torment, seeing as how he himself suffered through it. Losing his hearing was like losing his feeling of anything, in a way, and as Lizzie contemplated all the friends she was slowly yet surely going to lose, she could relate to that. Everyone was going to leave after this year, if they were seniors, anyways, and that meant that there was a good chance that she would never see them again. Never mind what would happen to her once they left. She had a good feeling she knew what would happen, and that just made things harder, especially when she was getting close to all of them. Or most of them.
Her fingers nearly paused for a moment before she forced herself to keep going. Gliding over the keys, barely touching them to produce the sound that she wanted, Lizzie partially blamed herself for this mess with Darren. Whatever it was that had happened to him, it hadn't been good, and she hadn't been a good friend. What kind of friend avoided another friend like the plague because.........well, it wasn't exactly her fault. His friends just didn't like her all that much, and for the life of her, Lizzie couldn't blame them for it. She just wasn't cut out for being outgoing. She couldn't do the things that they did, beyond playing piano better than some of them, and even then, it was a selfish thing to bring up, and she knew it.
Her ears didn't perk up at the sound of a voice near the door. Not at first. It took her some time to get a reaction out of herself. No one was usually around on a day like today. Everyone was out and about, doing something. So naturally, her first thoughts would have consisted of Wait a minute. Ludwig? Fuck.
Her fingers stopping instantly, Lizzie whirled around to face the door. Her eyes were wide, looking like she was a deer caught in the headlights. Oh shit. Her secret was out now. In between the moment she had stopped playing, there had been plenty of time to tuck a video camera away, to send a text message, anything. Her eyes brought her over to the window, but there wouldn't be enough time for Lizzie to shimmy out onto the tree outside and then to run away. Unlike the other times where she had accidentally borrowed Audrey's guitar without asking, she had been caught red handed. The fact that God was taunting her right now was further supported when she spotted Audrey's guitar in view.
She knows everything.
The game was up, and Lizzie Philips was history. At least, it sure felt like it. Pivoting around on the piano stool, she looked very much like a child being caught doing something she shouldn't have been doing. She was about to glance down at her shoes when she noticed something. Her green eyes instantly shot up. Audrey was here and not elsewhere. Something had to be up, especially since Lizzie didn't see a lot of Audrey during this time. At least, not until nighttime.
"What's wrong?"
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