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[novak klive andrews]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Novak yawned and streteched out on the couch she had comandeered in the group commons. When she was done stretching, she just lay there, staring at all the kids and teens and adults around her. It was a nice setting, she mused as she watched a couple of the elementary kids chase each other around. She didn't usually get to sit like this -most of the time, Novak was with her modelling friends, a photographer, or a teacher. For now, though, the black haired girl was relaxing. It was something she needed to do for herself. Hell, she felt like she'd earned and deserved it for acing her bi-weekly tests in anatomy and medicine. Her modelling test was next week so she really needed to take some time to get in the mindset for that. Her parents, whenever they communicated, often questioned her dedication to her modelling when she had such a strong major as medicine. It was at that point that Novak decided what her parents had to say didn't matter. The modelling major sat up on the couch and leaned over so her elbows were on her knees, her chin in her hands. She smiled slightly at the younger kids and nodded when someone waved to her. She looked around, not surprised to see a couple teachers escorting a couple from the room. Students seemed to think the group commons were there for them to get it on, despite the diversity in ages. "Wow," she muttered, shaking her head slightly although her chin stayed in her hands. "Some students are just freakin' stupid." Her voice had become louder as a subconscious sign of her want for company. Now all she had to do was wait. words: 291, outfit: clicky, notes: first ic thread yay!

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[Khloe Touhou Andrews]

Khloe walked into the room, and rolled her eyes as she saw her older sister sprawled out on the couch, probably pretending she was sick so she wouldn't have to go to school the next day. Khloe walked over to the wall opposite the couch Novak laid on, and was surprised when she sat up and started to talk to herself, rather rudely labeling the students as "stupid" Well, she wasn't stupid, and she sat stubbornly crossed legged on the floor, giving the kids as they walked away, and her sister a glare that said, 'You want me to get up? Make me.'

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Maybe if she pretended her sister wasn't there, she'd disappear. There was no such luck however, and so Khloe moved on to her second choice: she said a rather testily Hey., and glancing at the clock, then back to her sister, said Don't you have homework? I thought college was supposed to be harder. she put emphasis on the word college, to show Novak just exactly what she thought of her 'major'. It was pathetic and for people who wanted to show off for no reason other than to be envied. It didn't take any real skill, not like dance, which called for discipline, commitment, ambition, and talent.

As she thought of dance, she instantly sat up straighter, keeping perfect posture, and wished that she had her bag with her so that she could pull out a book to read, or a deck of cards to play solitaire so that being in a room alone with her sister, although not exactly being 'a nice experience' would be less awkward. Things were always awkward now, and she didn't really know why- all she knew was that her parents hated Steve and Novak, and since they probably had a good reason to, Khloe would too.

[novak klive andrews]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Novak glared sharply over at Khloe, annoyed that it was her sister that answered her. Maybe she wasn't that desperate for conversation. She would rather pig out at a malt shop (cue the disgust) than talk to her little sister. Where was Stev when she needed him? Novak cast a glance around, hopping her younger brother would materialize out of nowhere and save her from this conversation but that was not to be. Heaving a heavy sigh, Novak looked back at Khloe. "Well," she said in the sweetest voice she could muster. "Someone seems to have run off with my anatomy paper." It seemed, sometimes, that her minor wasn't even considered by her family but oh well. "And for your information," she added, her glare darkening the longer she looked at Khloe, "I do have modelling homework. I have to study because we have a test next week. I say that's pretty heavy but hey, what do I know? I'm only twenty-one." If she had been talking to anyone else, Novak would have felt bad about emphasizing her age but because it was the girl who stole her parents' affection, Novak couldn't really bring herself to take pity upon her sister. One day, she might get over this anger she had for Khloe but one day was probably her death bed or something like that. Rolling her eyes, Novak glanced desperately around the room once again, hoping for someone, anyone, to come into the conversation before she looked back at Khloe with an annoyed expression, as if Khloe's mere presence was a bother to her. words: 272, outfit: clicky, notes: their relationship will be fun to play out!

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[Khloe Touhou Andrews]

Khloe resisted the urge to scoff at the mention of modelling being work. A test? What were they going to do? Walk around a catwalk for three hours, try to squeeze into double zero jeans and starve themselves for three months? yeah, that sure did sound like a test to Khloe; not that she cared, but Novak could be doing something more useful with her life, chosen a more enjoyable or exciting or rewarding major.

yeah, and I'm only thirteen, but Novie darling, she said, with a sickly sweet smile and a tone of voice to match; Our parents believe that I've gotten more out of my thirteen years in life than you ever will. With that, she smiled out of satisfaction to herself. Whatever Novak had done to upset their parents was probably hurting a lot less than the remark that she just gave. She didn't understand the whole family-squabble; after all, her parents were nice to her, and it seemed as if Novak was just the black sheep and wanted to be an outcast. Simply a way of trying to gain sympathy Khloe reminded herself, repeating her parents words in her head; she's perfectly fine, and the moping should stop before someone thinks we physically abuse her. Yes,, Novak appeared to WANT to hurt their parents, and Khloe couldn't stand that. How would she get money to go shopping or be able to afford private dance lessons then? She'd rather die than be taken away from her parents, but it seemed with Novak's moping that was exactly what she was hoping for.

[novak klive andrews]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. It took every ounce of self control for Novak to not spring across to the other couch and tackle Khloe. Oh, where did that little brat get off saying things like that? She curled her hands into fists and stared at her sister, teeth grinding together. How dare she say something like that? Oh lordy, Novak was sure glad for her modelling classes now because one of the key things that was taught was self control. Novak took a deep, calming breath, not caring how obvious it was that she was very livid. "Maybe. But when I graduate, I won't be the one getting myself killed because, unlike you sister dear, I know how the real world works. I wasn't smothered to death by Mother and Father." She unclenched her hands from fists and sighed lowly, glaring at someone who walked by. Her wont for interruption had faded when Khloe made that low blow at her. It made her so freaking mad to the point where it was hard for her to just not scream and start snapping violently at people. She flexed her fingers and when the blood was back flowing proper, she brushed her bangs from her eyes. With a terse smile on her lips, Novak spoke. "Why don't you go run along and play with your little friends?" She paused and gave a cold laugh. "Or rather, the people who like you for your money. Not that that's anything new, right?" She sneered cooly at Khloe and looked away, trying to regain her cool facade that she tried to keep up when she was around Khloe (or even their brother, for that matter). words: 280, outfit: clicky, notes: their relationship will be fun to play out!

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[Khloe Touhou Andrews]

Khloe scoffed as Novak made the assumption that she was smothered by their parents; but she was rather amused as she realized that Novak was getting angry. In the real world, I'm sure people are incredibly superficial enough to go around hiring models. Yeah, EVERYBODY has a magazine company, and it's always SO reliable, Khloe said, clearly being sarcastic. It wasn't fair that Novak was picking on her just because her parents preferred her. She couldn't change the way their parents felt about the three children they'd given birth to.

Khloe glared at Novak as her older sister spoke about friends and money. At least people hang out with me, and sure they may like me for my money, but what's your excuse for not having friends? She guessed that maybe Novak needed a bit of money herself, to coax people to hang out with her. She always seemed to be lurking, a wallflower, and she didn't even TRY to be civil to ANYBODY.

Well, she did have one friend-stupid Stev, and he couldn't carry a conversation for more than three minutes before he started zoning out at everything. It's pathetic. The only person you hang out with is that nitwit. If you were a typical girl, you'd let that weirdo fend for himself, and not bring you down the social ladder either. she said, standing up, now trying to give Novak some advice-she didn't really know why, maybe she was just feeling generous and filled with remorse. Whatever, any advice she gave was good enough, and not meant to be seen as some life-altering view of either caring for the person she gave advice to, or liking/hating them. She gave advice to people when they were being an annoyance, and at the moment, Novak was definitely being an annoyance.

[novak klive andrews]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Her self control almost slipped completely and Novak only realized what was happening when she was on her feet, her nails digging into her palms. She took a sharp breath and ground her teeth together before nearly snarling out, "You don't know what I go through, Khloe." Her nostrils flared as she continued. "Modelling is not only magazines. Before you try to insult my life, please do your research. Save yourself from looking more stupid than you already do." The black haired woman took a deep breath and sat back down gingerly, crossing her right leg over her left leg. She glowered darkly at Khloe when the teen made a comment about her not having friends. She held her tongue so she wouldn't say anything too untoward to the point that she would seriously regret it later. That was, until, Khloe brought up Stev. "He's your brother too!" she exclaimed, uncrossing her legs to lean forward, her hair cascading over her shoulders to rest barely on her knees. She stared at Khloe in mild horror -how could she treat Stev like he wasn't their brother? Lordy. Her eyes flickered to her lap and she took another calming breath. So much for calming homework time in the group commons. And where was her anatomy paper? Oh, this situation could have been avoided if Novak hadn't thrown her paper at Jack Santon as he ran past yelling about dresses. Novak took another deep breath and stared at Khloe for a long moment. "I have friends aside from our brother," she emphasized the relationship, "who also happen to not like homework. Sorry if I can't be perfect for the people I socialize with." She sneered at that thought and stood, only belatedly realizing that Khloe was standing as well. Great, now she probably seemed intimidated by her younger sister when exactly the opposite was true. But she couldn't very well sit down. Well, Novak only hoped this wouldn't come to blows. words: 336, outfit: clicky, notes: their relationship will be fun to play out!

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[Khloe Touhou Andrews]

Khloe smirked. So she'd insulted Novak, it was a great feeling that welled up inside her, one of pride for fighting her parents battles with Khloes eldest sibling. She'd actually forgotten that Steve was her brother, and she shrugged as her sister pointed out this fact. I call it like I see it. she said, giving another smirk as her sister rose. It seemed she had a parrot on her hands-only instead of repeating her words, this one would repeat the actions. She grinned at the thought, and casually passing by the couch to go gather her things for dance, which started in twenty minutes, she sneered, Have fun with your schoolwork-if you can call THAT work and left Novak standing there. She had a feeling that she'd won this battle, but it wasn't over yet- not until Novak felt as bad as her parents did; didn't deserve her attitude and superior tone, it hurt them-and if her parents were hurt, then so was Khloe, and as everyone knew, Khloe Touhou Andrews never gave up until she won.