Money to Burn [open]

[ROSEMARY RUTLEDGE]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 318px; background-color: #f5f5f5;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [STYLE=font-size: 30px; font-family: arial black; margin-left: 5px; letter-spacing: -5px;]ROMEO, SAVE ME,[/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'ms gothic'; font-size: 10px; margin-left: 5px; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -5px; border-top: 1px dashed #e76a79; border-bottom: 1px dashed #e76a79;] ✄ - - THEY'RE TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO FEEL. THIS LOVE IS DIFFICULT, BUT IT'S REAL. DON'T BE AFRAID, WE'LL MAKE IT OUT OF THIS MESS. IT'S A LOVE STORY, BABY, JUST SAY YES. OH OH - - [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; background-color: #f8f8f8; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; font-size: 10px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]It was a beautiful autumn day. Rosemary, who had not frequently called any place home for long, thought that she could very easily come to be very much at home in her grandmother's house by the sea. Stony Brook, Massachusetts was a quaint little town, and did not at all compare with Paris or Milan when it came to sheer size and spectacle; however, there was something almost magical about it. The colors seemed sharper, the air cleaner, the clouds fluffier. It was probably just that Rosemary was completely free here for the first time since she was nineteen. It had been less than two years, but it had been stifling. Her parents had been quite upset about Kirsten, who Rosemary had just been starting out with -- how would they have felt if they had known about Jasmine, with whom Rosemary's friendship had developed into a deep romance? It was just too bad they hadn't had more time together, but that was the way it was in the military. For the first time, Rosemary didn't have that hanging over her head, either. She was living with her grandmother, who had lived in the same house for most of her life. Grandma Helen was used to the bright, cheery little town and generally seemed quite amused by Rosemary's wonder at the situation. Everything was new to Rosemary, but it was all quite commonplace to Helen Bentley. Turning into the shopping district, Rosemary shifted her yellow purse and smiled. It had been a while since she had gotten to do this -- she had been at a school designed to 'turn her straight' for over a year, and while they appreciated girls doing feminine things, they didn't put much store by them getting much freedom. She was going to enjoy the brisk fall day and waste it shopping. Pausing in front of a window of a vintage clothing shop, Rosemary smiled to herself. Yes, this looked like a lot of fun. Certainly she hand Grandma Helen both liked to sew, and it would be fun to alter some of this to fit her style. Why, that dress in the front window -- white with a ruffled skirt and pink ribbons -- would suit her quite nicely. [/style]

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[AMIRA SWIFT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2m5gjtu.jpg); height: 600px; padding-left: 80px;][style=opacity: 0.7; width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 2px solid #111111; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq154/ChainedCross/Hungry/eh11.png); float: left;] [/style] [style=font-family: font-family:times; font-size: 40px; padding-left: 120px; padding-right: 3px; line-height: 35px;] I WANNA MAKE,[/style][style=font-size: 13px; font-family: georgia; line-height: 13px; padding-left: 110px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify;]enough money to run my life, from the top of a mountain in the dead of night, it'll be you and me and a couple of dogs, and the rest of the world can just move on, cos I got what I want & I got what I need & there's nothing in this world but you for me. [/style] [style=height: 325px; width: 430px; background-color: #474747; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; border-left: 6px solid #a4c671;]She hummed softly to herself as she walked, nearly skipping. Tomorrow the bakery would be opening - finally, and she had been passing out fliers by hand. Her clothing was actually set for autumn, normally she preferred the cold, but today it was a little bit more chilly then normal. So she opted for stylish warm, her frilly, girly girls left in her closet, and she had put on more layers. Really, she thought she looked good, but some might think her outfit was over the top, too much. She didn't care really. Her opinion was the only one that mattered when it came to herself. Yeah, she had some self confidence, couldn't you tell. Her hand pushed open a door, exiting in time to see a girl eying the dress in the window. For a minute she took in the girl, going from head to toe, thoughtfully - not critically. She cleared her throat, shifted the bag on her shoulder, and slid the fliers into it. She came up beside the girl, a smile flashing across her lips. Her cheeks were naturally red from the cold and walking so much - she had covered most of the town already. "There are more inside, actually, some of them would most definitely suit your figure." She was being nice. "There was also another dress like that, just black if you wanted to make it more of a night time thing. White gets dirty too easily in my experience, even though I love the color." She let out an airy laugh. She probably was taking too much liberty here, she should just shut her trap and walk away, but she enjoyed helping others pick out clothing, and the girl before her was cute, clothing for her would be a breeze. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; width: 430px; background-color: #474747; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 6px solid #a4c671; padding: 5px;]TAGS ! rosemary. WORDS ! here. [/style] [style=-moz-transform: rotate(4deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(4deg); font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; float: right; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 25px;] template by rimy of ote.

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[ROSEMARY RUTLEDGE]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 318px; background-color: #f5f5f5;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [STYLE=font-size: 30px; font-family: arial black; margin-left: 5px; letter-spacing: -5px;]ROMEO, SAVE ME,[/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'ms gothic'; font-size: 10px; margin-left: 5px; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -5px; border-top: 1px dashed #e76a79; border-bottom: 1px dashed #e76a79;] ✄ - - THEY'RE TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO FEEL. THIS LOVE IS DIFFICULT, BUT IT'S REAL. DON'T BE AFRAID, WE'LL MAKE IT OUT OF THIS MESS. IT'S A LOVE STORY, BABY, JUST SAY YES. OH OH - - [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; background-color: #f8f8f8; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; font-size: 10px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]“I like white,” Rosemary said softly. She looked good in white -- soft, angelic. She really liked that look, although she admittedly did sometimes go a bit more earthly. Today, for example, she was wearing a very schoolgirl-esque white pea coat over her frilly yellow dress. She had a long yellow scarf as well, and cute yellow pumps over white stockings. All in all, she looked light and sunny. Tugging lightly on a lock of her long, pale hair, Rosemary smiled at the girl who had approached her. She was cute, and dressed in the most adorable outfit. Rosemary particularly liked the teal scarf with pom poms on the corners. It just added an extra touch of whimsy to the whole ensemble. She seemed like a lot of fun. “My name is Rosemary, by the way,” she said with a small smile. “I just moved to town. My grandmother lives here -- Helen Bentley -- and I'm living with her.” The attic that Rosemary now inhabited was particularly enchanting. Rosemary had decorarted it all up with tulle and twinkle lights, making it look like a heavenly palace. She'd had enough of cold, hard, and earthy; the school her parents had sent her to was big on conformity. The moment that Rosemary had gotten her trust fund and her freedom, she had gone as far from that conformity as she could. Maybe she'd made a new friend. She had not really been in town long enough for her to really start making friends yet, but there was no time like the present to start ... and she really did look like a nice girl. [/style]

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[AMIRA SWIFT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2m5gjtu.jpg); height: 600px; padding-left: 80px;] I WANNA MAKE, enough money to run my life, from the top of a mountain in the dead of night, it'll be you and me and a couple of dogs, and the rest of the world can just move on, cos I got what I want & I got what I need & there's nothing in this world but you for me. She felt her lips change, going from the smile that she had offered, to a real one. Usually smiles just flashed onto her face without effort - part of growing up among adults, she had had to learn how to laugh and smile on cue, but this smile was a friendly sort. One that happened without her command, one that was actually a real smile because Amira was happy. "Pleasure to meet you Rosemary, I am Amira." She turned her gaze back to the dress that the girl had been looking at. "You should try it on." She nodded at the idea, it was a good one, and trying on clothing was always fun. However, her eyes went wide as the other stated she was new to town. Hands came up to clap in front of her - obviously she was easily over excited. "I am new here too! I just moved here about two months ago, I am opening the bakery down the way a bit. Tomorrow actually!" She opened the bag and pulled forth a flier to offer it to her. "I haven't had much of a chance to see the town though, is it nice?" She held off on letting the girl know that the reason behind this was because her grandfather had paid for the shop for her, and that she had not actually gained it through her own hard work. Most people seemed to think she was showing off then, even when she wasn't, she was just trying to give them the whole, complete picture. Now though, she just smiled broadly at the girl. "How long has your grandmother lived here?" She was being polite, offering small talk, it was really the only way she knew how to communicate. TAGS ! rosemary. WORDS ! here. template by rimy of ote.

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[ROSEMARY RUTLEDGE]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 318px; background-color: #f5f5f5;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ROMEO, SAVE ME, ✄ - - THEY'RE TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO FEEL. THIS LOVE IS DIFFICULT, BUT IT'S REAL. DON'T BE AFRAID, WE'LL MAKE IT OUT OF THIS MESS. IT'S A LOVE STORY, BABY, JUST SAY YES. OH OH - - "It's nice to meet you, too, Amira," Rosemary said with a smile. It really was; she was looking forward to making a lot of new friends here, and she thought that this was the perfect place to start -- especially once Amira said that she was opening a bakery. Dress temporarily forgotten, Rosemary made a soft oh sound, her lips forming the shape of the letter. "A bakery?" she asked. Visions of fresh bread and dainty cupcakes danced through her head, and Rosemary bit her lip to keep from drooling. She had a real weakness for fresh baked goods, but both she and her grandmother were pretty helpless when it came to baking. "Are you doing anything special for the opening?" she asked. That was what she really wanted to know about, but she was willing to gush about Stony Brook as well. "My grandparents met here, and they've lived in the same house forever -- I think since about when my mother was born. Grandma Helen mentioned something about a small apartment when they were first married, but that's the only other place they lived together. "And Stony Brook is really special. You know how when you go somewhere you used to visit as a child, and it's never as good as you remember? Well, Stony Brook is better than my memories of it." She was glad that she'd decided to move in with her grandmother; it was exactly what she had needed at this point in her life.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 118px; background-color: #f5f5f5;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] THE WORDS 250 THE TAGS Amira THE NOTES second time, first one got lost in computer crash T_T THE CREDITS by rimy ♥ of btn!