i can see a rainbow - ada

[GREG LIAM SAUNDERS]

Greg Saunders was an artist in every part of the word. He was always coming up with something completely insane to do, whether it's to pain the entire of his bedroom in rainbow colours or creating stained glass windows out of plastic that then melted in the sun. He was always doing something insane and that's what made him Greg. Even his looks had that certain craziness about it and he didn't care one bit that he was always covered in paint and his hair was always sticking up as he dashed around like a mad man. That was just Greg and there was no changing the way the artist acted.

Today Greg was collecting the paintings the freshmen had done in art club on Monday. He knew they'd be dry now and he had to clean up for the dance classes. He waved hello to a few of the dancers, dashing past to get to the room and collect the paintings. He smiled as he saw all the colourful paintings, making sure they all had the children's names on and placing them carefully in the bags he had brought with him for them. He scooped up the bags and carried them to his car, placing them in the trunk and coming back inside into the room.

"Paints..." Greg said slowly, putting his hands on his hips and looking around the room. He smiled as he spotted them and rushed over, picking up the cans and not noticing one was empty until it was too late. Within seconds, Greg, the floor, the walls and the unfortunate dance teacher walking in the door was coated in pink paint. He gasped, looking at the woman. "I am so, so, so sorry!" he exclaimed, rushing over to the sink and getting a wet cloth. He rushed over to her, rubbing at the paint before stopping. He held out the cloth. "It's probably better if you get the paint off yourself..."

WORDS! 327
STATUS! complete
TAGS! ada
NOTES! hope it's ok that she's covered in paint :/
INSPIRATION! ready for the weekend - calvin harris
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[ADA EDITH ROWLAND]

Adalaide Rowland was the face of Rowland Law Offices. While she didn't have a law degree, she did have a daddy who owned the company. Offices bored her, though, and she never had any interest in running the firm. The actual business of signing contracts and representing the wealthy is left to her brother, but the far more important job is preformed by Ada herself. Her job, is to meet with clients, be charming and make sure they're well taken care of. Heiresses and heirs alike are Ada's specialty, and she runs with a very elite circle of people. Being beautiful, rich and young is a full time job.

In her spare time, when she wasn't out schmoozing other socialites, she worked at a high school teaching dance. It wasn't a very difficult job, all it required as two days a week. Ada loved the students and was a ballerina herself for eight years. Also, it was a great ice breaker at business luncheons ("Oh, you donated to that charity? I teach ballet to intercity children!"). Maybe she laid it on a little thick, but Ada wasn't a saint, and she never pretended to be.

Her dance class shared the same room and day as the art club. Some would find it inconvenient, but truly Ada loved to see the creations made there. After traveling the world, she had a great appreciation for art and was constantly looking for new paintings for adorn her walls with. Besides, they were punctual and polite, never overlapping their time. Usually, she got to the school early enough to take a look at the projects, and sometimes help clean up. One week, however, she was running slightly behind. She knew she wouldn't be late for class, but the paintings would be hung to dry- out of sight.

In the car on her way, she bickered with her father over the phone about her meeting some billionaire for dinner. He tried every other week to set her up, and honestly she was tired of it. After relenting, she put away her cell phone and walked into the cool building, all the way to the studio. Peering through the small window she could see a few dancers already there and stretching. She pulled open the door only to find art teacher holding several cans of paint. In attempts to offer her help, she opened her mouth only to have paint splashing ALL over her. She was shocked to say the least. Thankfully, she was wearing her dance clothes and not the 500$ dress from earlier that afternoon.

Mouth still agape, she made a noise equivalent of a squeal. The art teacher rushed over to the sink and got her a towel, which he tried to clean her off with before handing it over to her. He apologized, and she could see her students giggling. She wanted to throw a fit, but what good what that do her? Then she would be covered in paint and be a bitch. So she laughed. And once she started laughing it was hard to stop, considering the fact that she was pink. Struggling to catch her breath, she began washing her arms and legs- her clothes ruined. Mr. Saunders, i think you have successfully turned me into an art project. Perhaps i should display myself like this at your next show! She said, still fighting giggles off.
Girls, warm up. I think I should help the art teacher put away his paints.


TAGGED||Greg !
NOTES||No, this is perfect! XD
WORDS||enough.
LYRICS||YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[GREG LIAM SAUNDERS]

Greg didn't have any family. He was an only child so he had never had to share things. This made things difficult when Greg found out that he would have to share the art room. He wanted it all to himself, putting up all the paintings and displaying them proudly. But the principal had either ideas and the budget cuts had forced him to share with ballet. It wasn't that he didn't like ballet. He did like ballet but he just couldn't dance and he would rather that everything was bright when he worked. So sharing was a bit of an issue for Greg but after being here for quite a while, he had found that he didn't mind sharing too much as long as he never really had to deal with other people. Greg was too crazy for people sometimes.

Greg hadn't kept track of the time so he hadn't expected the dance teacher to walk through the door. He was normally leaving whilst they were dancing so he had been a little surprised that they were still there but he couldn't think of the reason why. Clearly, it was because the teacher had been running late and now here she was in the high school, all prim and proper and posh and rich, and covered in bright pink paint. Any other person would have laughed and said it was fine, but Ada he was worried about. She was rich and he was pretty sure that her clothes would be more expensive than his flat himself. He scraped by, using all his money on art supplies, whilst she was rolling in it.

Greg stood in front of her, covered in pink paint himself but very used to it, waiting for her to start yelling and maybe hit him. He braced himself as she made a squeal, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the slap but instead, she started laughing. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at her giggling as she cleaned herself off. Well, that went better than he had expected. "I am so, so sorry. I didn't see you in the doorway and then BANG!" He clapped his hands together, shrugging helplessly. "You and I are covered in pink paint." He smiled a little at her and nodded. "You'd certainly bring in the crowds wearing ballet gear and pink paint. Everyone loves live action." He watched the girls run off, biting his lip. "I'm really sorry, Miss Rowland."

WORDS! 412
STATUS! complete
TAGS! ada
NOTES! well at least she didn't hit him!
INSPIRATION! mr saxobeats - alexandra stan
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[ADA EDITH ROWLAND]

Being who she was, carrying the name she did, and having that kind of wealth is a lot of pressure for a 23 year old. It was even worse when she was a teenager. Most teenage girls only had to fend off boys from taking away their physical innocence. Ada had to be watchful of this, as well as her wealth. It was brutal, being betrayed by some of her closest friends.

In sixth grade one particular pig-faced girl had the audacity to tell Ada to her face[/corlor]; "I don't like you. You're mean, and bossy and ugly. I only pretended to be your friend so i could go on your boat." These kinds of things, though not as drastic in later occurances, did happen quite often. In fact, one instance became so bad Ada was driven from her school. Her best friend was so jealous of everything Ada had she used the heiresses secrets against her.

So, it wasn't exactly a mystery why Ada became guarded and more protective of herself after moving to Beechshire. Life, she found, was just one long continuation of high school. Because of her closed off and sometimes seemingly rude mannerism, most people mistook her for a bitch, and she didn't bother to correct them or prove them wrong.

The other co-workers and volunteers at the high school,she suspected, didn't particularly care for Ada. They didn't understand that she wasn't just another prissy rich girl; and made no attempt to. Fine with her. Her theory was proved true by the look on the art teachers face- like he expected her to hit him or something. Okay, maybe it was her first instinct, but she wouldn't ever cause a spectacle. He apologized again, and there was so much sincerity in his voice that all the other anger inside of her evaporated instantly. She shook her head at his apology,
It's okay, really. I wasn't really watching where i was going. She admitted, giggling once more. He commented on how she brought in crowds, and she nodded with a wide grin Drawing crowds is definitely something i do.I am a dancer, after all! She could hardly contain her chuckles, and she tried her best to sound playful and not snobby. Given the circumstances, i insist that you call me Ada!


TAGGED||Greg !
NOTES||Sorry it took so long. :c
WORDS||enough.
LYRICS||YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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