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Post by delphi sorana goode on May 24, 2015 19:54:36 GMT -5
  With a to-do list in her hand, Delphi had left her apartment that morning with a determined mind. It was her only day off work this week, since a busy shooting week needed the stylist around to keep everything going and hopefully on time, at least as on time as much as Delphi could allow. It obviously wasn’t all down to her. There were at least a dozen other factors in the movie business that could slow things down and cause everything to grind to a halt. Sometimes it even caused Delphi to end up hanging about, waiting on things and changes that ought to have happened hours earlier. It was a good thing that she loved her job at times. Today wasn’t about work though, and Delphi didn’t want to spend her day thinking about the week ahead. She already had her schedule memorised and knew what was expected of her time for the days to come, so there was no real point in wasting any more time on it.
Instead she was focusing on the list in her hand. A few on the items that had been scribbled down in simple cursive were general chores and errands that needed to be finished before the day was through. Others were things Delphi wanted to look for or pick up just because she had been paid the Friday before and wanted to check a few things out now. The young Portuguese woman also had to find her father a birthday present ready for the following week. Today would most likely be the only chance she had to find the man a gift and Delphi had a few ideas scribbled down after calling her mother the weekend before while she was on her lunch break at work. She called it lunch, but it had been more of a late breakfast given the hours she had been working that particular week.
Heading up onto Fifth Avenue, Delphi reached into her bag to find that list again. She knew there were three stores she needed to call into along here, but she could only remember two of them off the top of her head. Feeling the lipstick tube, her phone, purse, car keys, and tissues, Delphi mumbled in her native tongue, wondering where on earth that bit of paper could go. She was never the type to fill her handbag with rubbish, and usually she could find what she was looking for within seconds. Today though, this bit of paper seemed to be eluding her. Glancing down to look inside the bag, Delphi didn’t spot the woman striding towards her until she crashed into her and almost sent the slender brunette flying backwards. Her fingers closed around the list she was after and her head snapped up in time to hear the woman in question shouting rude, unnecessary abuse at her. Delphi knew that she hadn’t done anything wrong, but that didn’t stop her apologising like she had made the biggest mistake in the world. She always apologised even when she knew she wasn’t in the wrong, and even when she herself had been wronged by others.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 20:35:56 GMT -5
Shopping was a favorite pastime for the little brunette. She loved buying new outfits that she could wear to school or out on the town. Luna didn't have a set style; it was pretty much whatever she thought was cute. Her style ranged from preppy to skater and back. Style, to Luna, was a daily thing. Your style was based on a day-by-day feeling, not something that was a set thing that you normally wore.
Today, Artemis was busy, so Luna had to go shopping alone. Sure, she could've taken one of her brothers, but Damion would've told her what she could and could not have bought. Nick would've mooched some money off her to buy something, and she was getting tired of lending her brother money all the time. All he ever did was sit around the house and go to parties at night. He was constantly drunk, and she didn't even remember the last time she had seen him eat a real meal. It was always just beer.
Luna headed to the shopping district, fifth avenue, and she walked into each store in order. By the time she was to her second store, she had three bags on her arm. She walked into the next store, a small skip in her step. She stopped in her tracks when she saw a girl run into another woman, frowning as the woman yelled at the other. She walked her way over, upset that the woman felt the need to be so rude. She knew that New Yorkers were apparently the rudest people on the Earth, but damn. Luna was from a small town in Rhode Island, and where she came from, you forgave easily and were kind always.
"Hey!"
Luna yelled back at the woman, standing beside Delphi.
"There is no need to yell at her! She's obviously sorry about it. Accidents happen."
She told the woman. Luna was a tiny little thing. She was only five feet, two inches tall. But she had a mean streak in her, especially when she saw something wrong happen, like this. The woman tried to yell back at Luna, but Luna raised her hand up, closing her eyes.
"Look, lady. I don't know who pissed in your cereal this morning, but there's no need to take it out on her. Move along!"
Luna snapped.
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Post by delphi sorana goode on May 26, 2015 16:32:43 GMT -5
Delphi had never been a confrontational person. She backed off, ran away, did everything in her power to avoid anything that might lead to a fight of any kind. She didn’t even like arguing with her siblings, and it was pretty typical of siblings to fight with each other from time to time, especially growing up. There hadn’t been anything to make Delphi the way she was, she had just always been the sweetheart, the girl who didn’t like to see others upset. It was that reason that she struggled to say no to people, and why she had already lived through so much. People saw her as some strong young woman, a survivor who had a heart of gold, but if they knew the honest truth it was simply that Delphi had no real sense of a backbone. She gave people what they wanted of her, regardless of what it was and what it would cost her. Her last big decision had seemingly cost her the sound relationship with her sister, and Delphi didn’t know how to repair something when she didn’t understand how or why it had broken in the first place.
Having someone screaming at her in street was a new thing, but at the same time, it wasn’t the first experience Delphi had of someone being unreasonably angry at her. She worked in an industry where people could turn at a second’s notice and with people who in themselves could be divas. Delphi knew plenty of people who could be bitchy about a strand of hair being slightly different to how they had demanded it, and no matter how many times she tried to explain herself it wouldn’t matter to them. They could scream everything at her and all she could do was apologise until someone else stepped in and she excused herself to the bathroom for a cry. Her make up bag stayed in her oversized handbag for a reason, and it wasn’t just to top up her lipgloss every now and then; it was in case she needed to reapply a full face to hide the fact that she had had a breakdown in the studio toilets.
Blinking at the stranger who had intervened, Delphi felt a hot flush rising to her cheeks. She didn’t want anyone to come to her rescue. Normally it made her feel worse about not being able to stand up for herself. While Delphi wished she could change her timid ways, she didn’t want to be any different at the same time. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” She said quietly, glancing around and wishing so many people weren’t looking their way now. The angry woman Delphi had bumped into mumbled something about wasting her time and hurried on her way, still mumbling as she went, and Delphi bit down hard on her lip to try and fight back the blush and the tears that were building up. She hated being so meek at times.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 20:33:59 GMT -5
Luna was normally one of the nicest people you could ever meet. She would walk up to anyone, and she would start up a conversation. She made friends left and right, and she loved making others happy. But Luna did have a temper. She got it from her mother's side. Her mother was one of the nicest people, just like Luna, but you did something to threaten her kids, and she would snap. What got Luna going, though, was when she saw something wrong happening. Whether that be bullying or some guy cheating on his girlfriend, she was going to call the person out on it. She didn't care if she hurt other's feelings; they shouldn't be doing what they were doing in the first place to make her mad. That's how she justified it.
In high school, Luna had been very shy and timid. She was the good girl that never spoke up or did anything wrong. But one heartbreak later, and she didn't give a damn about other peoples feelings. It was funny how life had made her grow a backbone. So when she saw Delphi being wrongly yelled at, something in the tiny girl snapped. She felt like it was an out of body experience from how mad she got. She watched as the woman walked off, never taking her eyes off her until she was out of site. She turned to Delphi, her brain just now realizing that the girl had spoken a few minutes earlier.
"It's not fine for someone to just scream at you like that."
She told her softly.
"It will never be okay for anyone to yell at you. Sometimes you just have to put people in their place to get them to stop."
She added with a small shrug.
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Post by delphi sorana goode on Jun 30, 2015 8:22:34 GMT -5
There was nothing in Delphi’s life that made her meek. She hadn’t been through some horrific childhood experience that knocked the confidence from her. There wasn’t any kind of tale that could make a bestselling novel or a Hollywood hit. She had just always been a sweet girl, shy in every aspect, and afraid of confrontation. Her parents had never fought to the best of her knowledge, and if they did it was never in front of their children. Delphi had never grown up witnessing violence or aggression, and everything had just been nice for the young brunette. So when she herself entered the big bad world she had been positively stunned by how unrealistic her childhood had seemed compared to others. Delphi hadn’t been prepared for so much, which was how she had ended up amounting to so much long before she even turned twenty-five; a celebration which was still several months off.
She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t think people spoke about her when her back was turned. Delphi knew that they did. She also knew that a lot of people disagreed with her on so many points. Delphi just wasn’t one to argue with them or even defend herself when she overheard someone badmouthing her. People were entitled to their opinions after all, and Delphi had her own doubts when she had agreed to some of her own decisions. They had been selflessly made, of that no one could ever fault her, but Delphi had never been entirely comfortable with certain arrangements. The marriage was one of them, but she had been in love and she did want to make Jackson happy in his final months. As for the surrogacy, how could she say no to that? It was the only thing her sister really wanted in life, and Delphi was their only hope in many ways.
Delphi knew that she wasn’t going to change. People had tried to do it for years, but the brunette would always be the sweet but timid girl she had been since the days when Portugal had been her home. It might not be fun all of the time, but Delphi had never been able to change regardless of what people said or did. “It happens.” Delphi didn’t know what else she could say. She just wanted to get moving and get on with her to-do list without causing a fuss.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2015 12:54:45 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I know I can be a bit much sometimes. I just get so angry when people are rude like that. I promise that I'm not usually so mean and hyped up."
She started off her apology.
"My name is Luna, and I just like to make sure people are okay."
She finished with a small, apologetic smile. She just hoped Delphi would understand where she was coming from and that she would accept the apology. Luna wanted to hang around the girl more, maybe even become a friend of her's. Luna also knew that it was kind of a long shot, most likely, since the girl didn't seem to really want to talk much. **************************************************************************
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Post by delphi sorana goode on Aug 31, 2015 6:22:25 GMT -5
Delphi just kind of liked to get things done and keep her head down. That didn’t mean she didn’t have friends; she had the greatest of friends! The other girls and the one guy she worked with on the set were almost like a second family to her. They talked about anything and everything, laughed about some of the stuff they were doing that day and the actors who passed through for the movies. They got lunch and drinks, and life was good. They were the people who supported Delphi through the months of playing the surrogate for her sister and they had known about Jackson, even if they hadn’t met the man. After all, it was her job as set stylist that had introduced him to her. They were her rock, and she wouldn’t change them for the world. They were the ones who sort of rallied around and picked her up when someone like that had knocked her down. Usually it was with a barrage of compliments and some oddly worded insult for the woman who had caused all this, but it would bring a smile back to Delphi’s mousy features.
She didn’t know what she would do without those people. There were already so many issues in her life that she wanted to deal with but couldn’t. Delphi didn’t want to confront anything that would end in a fight or might lead to her losing someone she cared dearly for. That was what she worried about mostly with her sister. So she let things take their natural course and crossed her fingers that they didn’t turn out for the worst.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, Delphi managed a tiny smile and a weak handshake. “Delphi.” Her voice was quiet, but just about audible over the soundscape of the city streets. She was shy, more nervous than most, but she had never in her life been rude. Delphi had good manners, and it was usually those manners that people abused.
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