((For the record, Blair's canon is going to be from the television series version of Gossip Girl, not the books.))What kind of school hired ugly little midgets for their bellboys
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Re: Vote: SquibqueenbeewaldorfDecember 19 2007, 04:47:38 UTC
Which was. ...You know, kind of weird. Stares weren't much to bother the girl who'd practically invented the look of 'I hate you in capital letters', but this girl kind of weirded her out a bit.
Of course she liked money. ...Who didn't like money?
"That's... fascinating," Blair offered slowly, subtly letting her eyes flicker up and down Laura's outfit for a moment, with a hint of dubiousness, before her eyes finally landed on the girl's in front of her. "I do too?" She extended a hand instead, the sunny smile she'd perfected automatically in place for Prospective Heads of Schools. "Hi. Blair Waldorf. And you are?"
Blair blinked once, gaze jumping from her application and back. "Vote?" she asked faintly, eyebrows raised. "You mean to say as in... the school board? I'm not entirely sure what's going on here."
Harry should... try not to follow in the footsteps of Blair Waldorf's father. Yes, most people should. It ... probably wasn't a threat, so far as the course of people's lives usually went, though. "It's a general rule, I think," she commented lightly, leaning back in her chair. "Not to run off to France with some gay lover and leaving everything else behind, at least. I wouldn't recommend it."
...Okay. Working with the literal. No, really, it worked for some people. Awkward, babbling boy toys of her best friend, for example. "Right. Water, not great to run on," she offered, a bit wisely, and maybe a little as if Oz was sporting a few extra chromosomes. "Which... is why boats were invented? I'm assuming. Or planes, if you want to get really wild and with the times."
"Can't say I know who the frell a Blair Waldorf is supposed to be," Chiana says in that cheery tone that may or may not be bitchiness under a veneer. "But I'll never say no to cash. Gimme some of that, yeah?"
Chiana's comment automatically garnered her one of those smiles, the ones Blair had so very much perfected over the course of her high school years. Oh, yes, it was entirely friendly and warm and inviting. Unless, you know, one knew Blair, and that the look in question was really just her best way of saying she would love to punch something right now.
"A Blair Waldorf would be me. The one and only," she offered, smarmily, sitting up a little in her seat. Her eyes flickered subconsciously down Chiana's... outfit, if it could be called that, before landing back onto Chiana's own. "I'm sorry, demanding money before I even know your name? Is a little rude."
Chiana notices the look, but doesn't particularly care. She knows she looks good. "Is it really demanding it if you've already offered it as a bribe? Because last I checked?" She cocks her head to the side, smiling a smug little smile. "Bribery was already rude. Bring it up with the school." And then, as an afterthought: "Chiana. Slytherin."
"It's demanding when it comes in place of your introduction," Blair commented dryly, arms folded and her eyebrow arched in simple retaliation. "But if you must insist." She slung a leg across another, leaning forward onto them with a flat, wolfish smile. "So. Chiana, was it? Do you always start out conversations with the hopes of a cash prize or am I just special?"
Why, hello there! Pullo was perfectly content to ignore everything that had come out of her mouth because he didn't understand most of it. The Spice Girls and prostitutes were pretty much the extent of Titus Pullo's understanding of modern culture. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" he told her chest.
Like Blair wasn't used to the attention drawn directly to Somewhere Not Her Eyes. She'd been friends with Chuck "I've Been Having Sex Since Grade School" Bass. She smiled, ducking her head a little to attempt to catch some semblance of eye contact. "Thank you!" she replied in turn, offering a hand to shake. "I'm Blair. Blair Waldorf. And you are?"
Titus Pullo? Jesus, she was back about a billion centuries. "An... actress?" she asked with a slightly pitying smile. "I..." Thought once about being in a movie of a certain Vanessa Abrams before she changed her mind? May or may not have stripped on stage in front of a crowd inside a burlesque club? "Have some experience with acting?"
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She definitely wasn't in Kansas anymore.
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"Money? Did somebody mention money?" She raised an eyebrow. "I like money."
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"That's... fascinating," Blair offered slowly, subtly letting her eyes flicker up and down Laura's outfit for a moment, with a hint of dubiousness, before her eyes finally landed on the girl's in front of her. "I do too?" She extended a hand instead, the sunny smile she'd perfected automatically in place for Prospective Heads of Schools. "Hi. Blair Waldorf. And you are?"
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"A Blair Waldorf would be me. The one and only," she offered, smarmily, sitting up a little in her seat. Her eyes flickered subconsciously down Chiana's... outfit, if it could be called that, before landing back onto Chiana's own. "I'm sorry, demanding money before I even know your name? Is a little rude."
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Pullo will never give up his dream of finding an actress/prostitute in the Sorting Room one fine day! NEVER!
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