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Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

AAaahh, Really sorry about the really long delay. Never thought I'd ever get it done but whew, finally did it somehow. Hope you all forgive me

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

Duchess Philomena Ceswick

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In all blunt honesty Philomena has little to no knowledge in the art of dancing. Her understanding limits to the steady movement of one's limbs, with enough discipline to not appear lanky and awkward. It can be a struggle. Yet what Philomena lacks in that department her confidence and intellect would make up for it. Both of the latter seemed to be of more use to her anyway.

"I see." Her tone was understanding, and her words was more so directed at her being cautious of their exchange, as the duchess have already noticed. Such privileges were not common for servants, as simple as having to dance to a single melody seemed criminal. It is as it should yet the duchess felt some sympathy to the woman. A feeling of having deprived of simple happiness in exchange for something more essential, which she somehow relates to. Philomena shook off the thought and returned her stare at the woman, she observers her uneasiness, she wasnt sure what might have caused it but now she could only guess it's due to her hand almost giving out on the weight of her tray. She's aware that servants shouldn't disobey their tasks, but right now Philomena is tempted to just grab the tray and put it aside. She feels just as tired by just looking at her. Or better yet, leave her be to her work, as she should.

"Would you like to set down your tray?" Her words were surprisingly under confident as if she knew she was not suppose to say that, of all things. Of course she wouldnt set it down, it was her job after all. Certainly not standing around freely corresponding with guests as they have other people to serve aside from her. "My apologies, I should not be keeping you from your duties."

The conversation was abruptly interrupted, and had only caught a slender hand taking one of the wine glasses from the other woman. Her gaze followed to a blonde, woman behind them who was nonchalantly, talking about her mother wishing to decapitate her for doing what she just did. Philomena was astounded at how the woman moves and carries herself. Not as what the typical, ideal noble woman should be, and currently she was not quite sure if she should be offended or be impressed for lasting this long, having such a bearing.

Philomena momentarily was at a pause, but she knew better than to level with her or view on her dimly based on her responses alone. The duchess, in all her prim and properness, turned to the woman. "The Duchess of Stonia, that is who."she spoke in an aloof demeanor, at first glance the duchess may not have taken her for a noblewoman, and Philomena is very entitled and serious when it comes to status. "I am Duchess Philomena Ceswick." She gave an effortless curtsy, "And who might you be?" SHe spoke calmly, a faint smile going with her piercing stare, a cold and judging look that came with it. As the duchess' usual exhibit, albeit sometimes unintentionally in the beginning of unpredicted meetings.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛

I'll just, leave this right here.

Babs Zimmerman

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Barbara "Babs" Jean Rosario E. Zimmerman

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What's your name?

Oh boy here we go. It's Barbara Jean Rosario Evans Zimmerman. You follow? Good, I don't wanna have to repeat myself, it's mouthful. How I got the name, well, according to my mom I was named after her favorite singer back in the day, Barbara Streisand was it? Whatever. The other two, I have no idea. They probably just thought of putting it there to torment people with my ridiculously long ass name. But yeah I'd rather have people call me Babs. Better just stick with that.

How old are you?

Thirteen and I'm almost half a year closer to starting high school. I'm really excited for it, which means I'm closer to hanging out with the older guys. Being a kid sucks. Sometimes. Anyway higschool looks way more fun. With parties, dates with older boys and driving a car. Middle school is like living on a petting zoo compared. Have you seen 16 Candles? Best movie ever. Put it on your checklist.

What do you look like?

Is this a trick question? I'm like, sitting right here. Ugh, whatever. Anyway, I don't mean to brag but, I have some people tell me that I look pretty. I don't know, it feels kinda weird saying that out loud. Okay, as you can see I have a medium length brown hair, and uh, yeah. Brown eyes. Light, tannish skin and a bit freckle-y since I do sports. I'm a member of the local kid's baseball league since I was 7. But, I'm not as sporty looking when it comes to dressing up. I like normal girl stuff too. Skirts, dresses, make up. Really. It's just that, a loose jersey shirt and shorts are more comfortable to wear while running under the hot summer sun. And sometimes, in other parts of the day.

Do you have any hobbies?

Me and my dad are baseball fans, since, jeez since forever I guess. I have pictures of me swinging bats as early as like, three. It's become a weekly tradition to us, like every Sundays, me and dad would practice in the back yard every after lunch. We still do it now, even after dad got into an accident at work last year. They had to cut half his left leg.

I do like reading on some degree. Seventeen mags mostly though books are alright. If it means getting that extra credit then sure. Yeah, you'll never see me snugged under a tree, reading Virginia Wolf or whatever. I consider a hobby where I am able to move every part of my body. Like dancing for example. And yes I do dance. Pat Benatar, Tiffany, Debbie Gibson, Madonna, I just... they're my heroes. Dunno if I can live through the day without listening to their songs on a regular basis. I've been practicing some moves myself, alone in my room when nobody's looking which, honestly I don't know why I'm telling you this because it's kinda sad and embarrassing. Anyway it's nothing, I just get bored at home enough to start dancing to Madonna on my walkman.

This isnt officially a hobby for me yet but, I feel like I'm gonna do a lot of driving for the fun of it when I get older. My mom's teaching me some of the basics now in our old pick up. It's kinda scary at first but, once you familiarize with it it's not half that difficult. I want to go on road trips, see the sights and stuff, you know like, Easy Rider minus the drugs and the bad parts from the movie and instead of motorcycles it's an open jeep. Get the picture?

What are some things that you especially dislike?

People who cant seem to mind their own business. My Aunt Helen is the perfect example for this. She's very old school, a retired nun, and was a disciplinary officer in a strict catholic all girls school so just imagine the judgement I get from that stuck up old lady. At reunions she just cant shut up about how I'm not "ladylike" enough and would constantly nag me and my mom about it. "Barbara, thats not how a lady sits! Barbara watch your language! Barbara a proper lady does not stay up as late as 7!" like Aunt Helen, seriously, just put a lid on it.

I know this is pretty much obvious but I hate it when I'm at the shit end of the stick. I mean who doesn't. School is a really tough world for some kids and we all do what it takes to keep us away from that shit end. So you bully your way out just so you can prove yourself and people can leave you alone and even win you popular friends in the process. That doesn't mean I like what I did. I sorta hate it now when I think of it.

What are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.

Uh. Hmmm. Give me a second. Well, I'll probably get out of this backwater middleschool and off to a better highschool. Maybe in the city even. A road trip to L.A sounds good. I'd rub shoulders with the stars, even get into a talent agency if my dancing's good enough or finally watching a live front row seat Dodgers game. Just thinking about it gets me excited.

And after that, I'm not really sure. Whatever come's I guess. Surprise me, life.

What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?

My parents are okay. I know they're good to me but that doesnt mean I have to like and agree with them all the time. Let's start with my dad, he's a cool dude. Works at manufacturing quite a long drive from home. Last year he got into an accident,
lost his left leg and nowadays he just stays at home, and sets up a repair shop. Tv's, toasters, trucks, you name it. He can fix it right up in a jiff.

Mom's ok, although she and I bicker more often than she with dad. I don't think I ever seen those two argue at all. Well, she's like Aunt Helen but milder, and unlike her, mom is more accepting with what I do, more encouraging even but when she disagrees on something, she's now like, half a Helen.

I don't have any siblings, and honestly I'm not sure how to feel about it. Sometimes I do enjoy the peace and quiet at home, compared to some of my friends who have siblings and are not so happy with the company. But in certain times it makes me wish to have one. Would be nice to have someone watch a movie at home with, just talk about random stuff when both of you are still wide awake in the evening, or just gush about this new movie, or album you've been so invested in.

What's your favorite animal, and why?

Dogs are cool. The big ones that looks like a mini horse. They're loyal companions and they're so just so adorable and majestic. Back in second grade our neighbour had a dog once, and the reason why I befriended their cootie ridden son is because I get to play with Dixon. We also have cat at home, Mumu. A bit of a snob but she's huggable and fluffy.

How about your favorite color?

What are we in third grade? Alright fine, it's yellow. Because, it's the color of the sun? And I like sunny happy weathers. And a sunny weather is the best time to go to the beach. Which reminds me, I also like blue.

What are your grades like?

More like, average. I get B-'s sometimes a B, although not as often as a C. A's are rare, but it's my most common grade in Gym class. There isn't a lot to drive me into studying, I mostly do it because I just have to. And I'm definitely not on the smart kid scale although I've never failed a subject before, D was the lowest I got. And guess what it's Math. Nobody likes Math. For extra curricular, I take sports. Baseball of course. If I'm good enough I may even apply a scholarship for college with it, though that's not entirely what I want at the moment.

Do you believe in magic?

Do you get paid enough to ask such dumb questions? I hope so.

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

Still am, just waiting for other people to post.

Endeavour Records (Always Open)

A few weeks ago, life had been pretty much the usual for Karen. From the day she shamelessly made the call, which apparently ended up with her signing a record label for Endeavor Records. Karen didn't thought it would work but she was kinda thankful it did. Kinda. Which means her life will take a huge turn from there on out. She wasn't so eager for this sudden adjustment but, she knows things will eventually look up in time.

It took awhile to finally get herself be involved in a label after all, and right now after leaving the Honeybeavs and everybody else having their own thing, it was about time she'd go her own way too. No point in staying for sentimentalities, the bills aren't get any smaller. Having a solo career is good so far, a bit lonely yeah but the upside is she'd get to have the whole space in the creative couch. A buddy or two, if it comes along the way would be welcome still.

So far her life seemed to be on a steady direction, still holding unto her job at Chick-fil-A's on the sides for some extra allowance. Payday took forever but today it arrived on time, thank god. A measly amount that barely sustained her fully functioning adult life for three days tops. Maybe with this new career at Endeavor's she'd finally be able to provide enough, plus help with the finances just so she can justify bumming around her sister's house during day offs.

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_{Ready. Set.}

Like an unprecedented skill, Karen rode the side streets on her sturdy bicycle (way to dodge the annoying traffic), her mouth quietly moving along to the music from her earphones, hair flowing through the breeze, her worn out postman bag slung on her broad shoulders, one hand on the handle and the other on a box of family sized Papa John's. It was a sort of bestowal, in her own goofy way, for Mitch for giving her this opportunity. Definitely not because she was hungry on the way and would feel embarassed to bring food only for herself.

Finally she arrived at the place, parking her trusty traffic-hack ride she paced inside the establishment.

"Knock knock. You're pizza delivery girl has arrived." the room echoed a playful tune as Karen slipped in between the doors, beholding the box of still warm pizza overhead. She was mostly expecting Mitch to be alone at the studio but apparently he was not. "Okay. This is a little embarrassing.", she thought to herself. She calmed her frisky attitude a bit, but good thing she got enough pizza for everyone. "Hey." she addressed her everyone in the room. "Anyone hungry?"

We Protect. We love. We care. We are the good guys. Right?

I'll bite. Police role sound good.