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Post by louise edna vanderbilt on Apr 25, 2010 17:10:51 GMT -5
This was so not cool. It wasn't like Louie hadn't gone to see the headmaster before. There was the issue with attendance, smoking on school properly, showing up to class high, showing up to class drunk, starting a roof top party, having a marshmallow fight in the male dorm building, starting a manhunt game on campus, turning the main computer lab into a video game tournament center, starting a food fight in the dinning hall...The list was truly endless. It wasn't that she was a trouble maker. If anything trouble simply followed her everywhere. She just had set goals she needed to accomplish and in order to do so, she knew she was risking getting kicked out of the school. However, as relaxed as she was heading over to the headmaster's office (as she normally was) she was only upset because she knew she was going to get into trouble but didn't know what trouble she caused this time. She had done nothing that she knew of that could get her into trouble other than miss September, October, and half of November so her attendance and school work was probably extremely horrible...But that was why her parents paid extra right? So it wouldn't be an issue and she could still pass as long as the work she did turn in was correct and she scored high on the final exams...
She knew her attire probably didn't help either. She had the uniform but the skirt was slightly higher than mid thigh since it was Gracie's and she was younger (and a lot shorter) than she was. Louie was 5'10...that was tall for a female. Then her messy boots, a white tank top , and Ben's button up totally unbuttoned along with his tie loosely around her neck. She looked like she rushed over, her hair looking bed messy as it usually did and no makeup on her face-though she never wore makeup in the first place. Despite not looking like she had any money whatsoever, Louie was part of a family where presentation and appearance was everything so she was surprised when she got to the lounge area and found her mother whose face of horror upon seeing her middle child in such a state only made Louise want to run away and not come back. Her mother was here. Definitely not good. What else wasn't good was her mother standing up to go over and take off Louie's tie, the over sized male button up collared top, and then, in frustrated hushed whispers, told her to take off her boots and wear a pair of heels she had on her. It seemed her mother knew her well enough in this department...
Louise hated heels.
But she listened and did as she was told, the final product, after her mother fussed over her enough, was a suddenly glammed up Louise. A dash of mascara to make her stormy blue eyes stand out, a tad bit of soft pink lip color, white tank top that hugged her slender frame, plaid school uniform skirt, and then black Loubitons that added to her height but thankfully not by that much. Her hair was fixed a bit better... She looked like her sisters: presentable, "When was the last time you ate?" was suddenly what came out of her mother's mouth and Louie arched a neat eyebrow, "This morning," she lied. It was the only thing she lied about...Truth was she hadn't eaten anything since two mornings ago. Her mother simply sighed and then half dragged her into the room where the headmaster was not sitting behind his seat. No, it was his wife who she had only seen once and a while around campus and was, rumor had it, a total whore, "Miss. Vanderbilt and Louise! Pleasure," she made a show for them to sit in the seats, making it a point to make Louise sit in the middle between her mother and some guy on the other side, "This is Leonardo, my son," she smiled and Louie glanced over, arching an eyebrow but seemed to have no interest, "Okay, seriously," Louie run her fingers through her hair, cutting to the chase because she hated all the bullshit old money traditional ways, "Why am I here? I got places to go...people to see...Ya know? A life?" She didn't sound annoyed or snotty, but very relaxed and at ease...Like someone everyone could get along with.
"Louie, you really shouldn't act that way in front of your future mother in law or new fiancee."
Louise let her eyebrows scrunch together as she looked at her mother but as her head slowly turned to the other two, it seemed to somewhat make sense..."Ms. Vanderbilt...You're hilarious," it was sarcastic, something that Louie never used as her eyes wavered. She looked...confused. Like a lost and confused puppy who just didn't want to be there, "You know it's not on the list, so obviously I'm not going to do it." Her bucket list. Marriage was not on her list-nor was her own kids or listening to mother-dearest, "Don't be silly. I know you'll never find a suitable spouse on your own so we found one for you."
She was totally serious...And all Louie could do was sit there and wish she didn't exist-because the last comment only felt like a huge smack to the face.
-TAGGED LEO-
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Post by LEONARDO NICHOLAS DE LUCA on Apr 25, 2010 18:29:44 GMT -5
Leo had received a call from his mother while at work. He had not spoken to his mother for many months, only his father, whom he had lunch with at least twice a week and talked to frequently. The last time he had spoken to his mother, it was at his graduation from graduate school, which had taken place the previous may. He knew that now that he was home for good, she would be ready to pounce. She called through the museum embarrassingly. He was one of the curators at the museum and he was helping the chief curator do research on a piece of art they had found in the basement the previous day. They had just found a lead, when his assistant told him that his mother was on line one. He told his assistant to tell her to call back later so that he could finish his work. As Leo began his analysis of the painting, his assistant came rushing in once again telling him that it was urgent. Leo dreadingly apologized to the chief curator and left to answer the phone. It had been horrible, he had to leave the chief curator, his boss, because his mother was on line 1.
And that was how he ended up there, in his father's office, with his father no where to be found. He had not been in this office since he was a student at the academy six years ago. It felt odd to be sitting in one of these seats without his academy uniform on. Instead, he had on a pair of black dress pants, a crisp white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid lower arm, and a pair of black leather shoes. His work at the museum excused him from the necessity to wear a full suit. He wore an abbreviated form of a suit. His black hair was as unruly as ever, but moderately contained and his face was shaved of the slight scruffle he'd accumulated over the summer. The young man ran a hand through his curls and listened to his mother. She asked him if he was seeing anyone and he said no. She asked him how work was and he said it was going well, that he was working with the chief curator on many projects. Leo was careful to reveal as minimal information as possible. She asked how his apartment was and he thanked her for securing it for him. It was a spacious, beautiful, and modern apartment in one of the new luxury buildings in the city. It was walking distance from the museum, but he was still given a new car. He somewhat hated the way he was being given these things. He was finally working, and making money, not much, but it was still money. He wanted to have the experience of building something out of nothing.
And then two women entered the office. One, the elder Mrs. Vanderbilt, and the younger Ms. Vanderbilt. Leo questioned his presence at this meeting. There were three females and him, sans his father. What had his mother cooked up? The girl was beautiful on the outside, but far too young for his taste. She acted as if she was a twelve year old, trying to show off that she had better things to do. He narrowed his eyes at his mother as she introduced him but politely stood up from the plush leather seat and kissed Mrs. Vanderbilt's hand and nodded a greeting at the younger girl. He motioned for Mrs. Vanderbilt to have a seat, always the gentleman. He then sat back down and Mrs. Vanderbilt scolded the younger girl's behavior. And that was when the bomb dropped. He shook his head, angered by the situation. Mother? He said, his deep voice harsh and questioning. Yes, dear? He took a deep breath and slightly whispered, What have you done?
It all made sense to him. The apartment, the car, why he was here. She wanted him married, to this girl, probably not even old enough to legally drink. She was still wearing an academy uniform for christ's sake. Granted, he didn't want to get married yet, but if he was going to have to, why couldn't he marry someone remotely near his own age? He planned on marrying after he had settled down job and money wise, when he felt totally independent and ready to have some responsibility on his shoulders. Mother, she's a child. No matter how mature a seventeen year old girl could be, he had more life experience. He had traveled, he had gone to university, he had gone through that crazy phase and made it out. Not that he was a full grown adult, but he was heading in that direction. He still partied on the weekends occasionally and he still slept with various girls, but it was different. He went to his friends' parties with people his age, he slept with girls he was friends with, and he didn't drink obscene amounts of alcohol or smoke like a fiend. She was young enough to be his younger sister, and acted as if she were a baby. He sighed and his cell phone vibrated, it was work. He stood up to only be told to sit back down again by his mother.
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Post by louise edna vanderbilt on Apr 25, 2010 19:28:33 GMT -5
"Hey," Louie glanced over at him when he mentioned that she was a child as if she wasn't even in the room. That wasn't exactly respectful now was it and if he was the son of the headmaster then he definitely had to be all old money traditional type, right? So far it seemed like it, "Seriously, I'm not happy about this either...Considering I don't like guys," she glanced over at her mother, "Now that we've established that I'm a dyke for the hundredth time, can you let him go back to his life and mine to my own?" She, again, did not say it in such a manor that would deem her a control freak or anything of the nature. She did not seem spoiled, just...collected but itching to get out of the situation at hand. Pulling the rubber band out of her hair that kept it in a pony tail, she scrunched up her nose, "Can I have my clothes back now, please? I'd rather not look like a child prostitute..."
Her mother seemed to narrow her eyes on her and she stood before speaking, "You're father and I don't like that you've been flying to other countries, avoiding school and family, and being so...well... you," her voice was stern and she practically barked the words out at her, "You need to stay in one place for more than a month and you need someone who will produce proper off spring with you, correct me if I'm wrong Miss. De Luca," she gave a soft smile to the woman, obviously a bit proud of herself for calling her out in front of everyone through Louise did not seem as happy at the moment. She had to lock her jaw in order to keep herself from saying something she would regret later, "This is better for the both of you. Miss. De Luca and her husband need a grandchild who can run this academy when he retires. Genetically, you both would make a fabulous child and I'm sure that should be enough. It is the traditional way and it is how we keep the blood lines pure," it was slowly becoming obvious why Louie never stuck around for everything. Her mother never shut up and though it was true the old money families all married within each other so they would stay blue blooded and even though practically all of them were married by the time they were nineteen by being paired off by their parents, this wasn't what she expected. Truly, she thought she could escape it. She obviously wasn't commitment type and it wasn't like she was trying to take over or something. Louie just didn't see the point in all of this.
But he was right. He looked like he was in his twenties. She was only seventeen and she somewhat looked it and she knew it. So after listening to her mother rant, Louie sighed deeply while taking off the heels. She wasn't the best at walking in them anyway, "Can him and I at least like...talk about it or something...?" both mothers seemed to look at her, surprised, but her mother seemed to look a bit suspicious, knowing she was up to something, "You know...to get to know each other or whatever it is engaged people do," she was obviously just going along with it to make her mother shut the hell up, "I'd rather not marry a complete stranger, right, erm..." she already forgot his name. Crap. She glanced over at him, seemed to think hard for a moment but then his mother seemed to stand, say that she was right, and practically dragged Ms. Vanderbilt out the door.
Reaching over to the bag on the floor, she slipped her boots back on, her brother's collared shirt unbuttoned, and the tie around her neck after standing and then fully looking at him, "Alright, dude," her thin shoulders slouched a bit, "How 'bout we just roll with it, yeah? If your mother is as stubborn as mine, we could argue forever and get nowhere," she tossed the heels and scrunchy into the bag, "So we roll with it, I pop a kid out for you in like...a few years, divorce, all done," she shrugged as if it were that simple. She obviously knew it wasn't but if they played it off long enough, they actually might be able to get away with it, "You go be with whatever chick friends you got and I'll get with my chick friends and it's all good." Her and her somewhat stoner-like way of talking...She obviously was never around enough to learn the ways of old money families.
-TAGGED LEO-
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