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Post by Kat on Aug 3, 2007 1:37:12 GMT -5
Kat took her drink and made herself comfortable in the corner, trying to ignore the rumble in her stomach as she passed by the pastry counter.
"It's your own fault, you know." she reminded herself as she settled down to watch people.
People that seemed to be watching her, in turn. More than that, they seemed to be intending to move in her direction.
"What'd I do now?" she muttered to herself.
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Post by Clocks on Aug 3, 2007 2:02:46 GMT -5
Clocks shrugged, keeping his eye on the now-moving silhouette of the... thing in the corner. Hey, wait! he wanted to scream. You can't leave! I'm only going over there to talk to... Ohhhh, fuck. But he looked again and it was gone, and he was stuck fulfilling a promise he hadn't even meant to make. Whaaaaat the fuuuuuck.
That's the last time I'm nice to... Ah, who am I kidding? Just go with it. He scuttled behind George and took a wary look askance, drawing his limbs in tight against his side in case someone decided to stare. Then again, at this point, nothing would surprise him. |
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Post by Lily on Aug 3, 2007 2:12:47 GMT -5
[[*stares at AHMazing siggy and icon* sorry I just had to pop in and comment about it.... XD]]
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Post by ghostlygeorge on Aug 3, 2007 6:57:36 GMT -5
[[Get the heck out of here Birdie!]]
Mopey seemed draw up into himself, which was odd. He seemed to be opening up seconds ago. George shrugged, then wondered why he didn't wear an eye patch. That was much more becoming than a gaping cavern on his face...
They reached the corner and George smiled at girl who was settled with her drink. "Hey there, I'm George and this is Mopey." She said pointing to Ha-Neul behind her who looked like he was cowering. "Mopey's well mopey..." She smiled.
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Post by Kat on Aug 3, 2007 7:32:12 GMT -5
Kat smiled politely as the pair came closer... clearly she hadn't seen the second person very well just yet.
"Hey there, I'm George and this is Mopey."
"Mopey? Isn't that one of the Seven Dwarves? And I thought the leader was 'Doc', not George." Kat looked at the other girl. "Kinda tall for a dwarf, aren't ya?"
She wouldn't talk like this at school... but just for this morning she was free.
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Post by Clocks on Aug 4, 2007 18:35:41 GMT -5
Clocks raised an eyebrow, keeping his mouth pressed into a thin, obviously not-very-happy line in light of realizing 'Mopey' was referring to him. What the fuck? That sounded like... well, it didn't sound good. And he had no intention of letting her continue using that name. He'd have to talk some sense into her later... aw, what was he trying to delude himself into believing? Clocks knew he failed when it came to asserting himself, and so he shut up and let George do the talking. |
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Post by ghostlygeorge on Aug 4, 2007 18:51:48 GMT -5
George grinned at the slightly upset look on Mopey's face. Then she turned to the girl.
"Well I'm working on getting the whole school to join my Dwarf Army by giving them all nicknames that end the same...Georgie, Birdie, Frenchie, Mopey, Jimmy...See the pattern?" George shrugged nonchalantly. It didn't really matter if they didn't like their nicknames, to George they were terms of endearment.
She grinned back at the new girl. "Why don't you tell us your name? And maybe Mopey here will actually say something, because he is the reason why we are here." Well it was. George dragged him over here so that maybe he wouldn't come to the coffee shop and hide from people...but the way this was going it didn't look like that was going to happen...
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Post by Kat on Aug 4, 2007 19:49:39 GMT -5
"See the pattern?" George asked.
Kat grinned, "Hmm... they're two syllables and are terribly embarassing? If you have a dwarf army, are you the Evil Stepmother?"
She wouldn't normally be this forward, but something about the change in routine made the difference.
She waved at the boy, who she still hadn't had the best look at yet.
"I'm Katherine DeSilva... but people usually call me 'Kat'". That was offered to George.
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Post by Clocks on Aug 4, 2007 20:17:40 GMT -5
Clocks rolled his eye, plopping down in a chair and sucking morosely at his coffee. Dwarves. Right. Wonderful. Who the hell named people after Dwarves, and who the hell encouraged that kind of behavior? Oh well, if he was quiet maybe these two sadists would leave him alone.
"Clocks," he said simply, and through grit teeth. Well, there went the quiet idea. "My. Name. Is. Clocks. Nicetomeetyou." |
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Post by ghostlygeorge on Aug 4, 2007 20:40:47 GMT -5
George was in shock that Mopey actually spoke. But shock was quickly replaced by giddiness. "Good job there 'Clocks'!" Even if it did look like it pained him to speak, she thought they were taking strides.
Turning back to Kat, George grinned. "I wish I was Evil-Stepmother. Are you interested in applying for the Dwarf Army? I must remind you don't have a choice."
George looked back to Clocks, giving him a slight nudge with her elbow. "Come on, why so glum?"
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Post by Kat on Aug 4, 2007 21:01:15 GMT -5
Kat had a sip of her drink. "I don't think I would make a very good dwarf." She rubbed her chin, "I have a problem growing the beard, you see."
"My.Name.Is.Clocks. Nice to meet you." He said, even if the last part seemed to drop off.
"Hello. 'm Kat, as you may have heard."
She smiled as she looked at "Clocks", and finally realized that he was missing an eye. "Oh.." was all she could say. The movement of the table said something, though... Kat's force field popped on and rocked the table fairly hard, as if someone had kicked it.
"Sorry!"
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Post by Clocks on Aug 4, 2007 21:45:03 GMT -5
Clocks just went back to mutely sipping at his drink, feeling no more uncomfortable than if she would've started pointing and screaming; considering the amount of time he'd had to come to terms with it, nothing ever fazed him. As long as she was occupying herself with George, he was completely fine.
Er... well, until the table jumped. On cue, his gaze rose to stare squarely at Kat, incredulous.
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Post by ghostlygeorge on Aug 4, 2007 21:54:46 GMT -5
"Woah," George muttered. The table just jumped. Being a mutant going to a mutant school, George was always prepared for anything. "Was that your power?" George asked, at the same time Mopey spoke. She smiled, it was cool that he spoke...again! George wondered what else she could do. But didn't say as much and took a sip. "Well, why don't we all sit and get to know each other." George made herself comfortable.
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Post by Kat on Aug 4, 2007 22:02:54 GMT -5
"You did that? he asked.
"No! Yes? Maybe... no. I couldn't have. That would be weird." Kat was definitely not a good liar. She had turned terribly red, even her ears were blushing.
She waved a hand toward the chairs at her table... that could mean anything, but she didn't say no.
"Was that your power" That was George.
"Power?" Again with the hopeless attempt at guile.
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Post by Clocks on Aug 6, 2007 22:22:17 GMT -5
Clocks raised an eyebrow again, deciding maybe it was better to just not ask. Hey, people didn't like people who pried, right? For the time being, he focused on his drink, sipping thoughtfully and scanning the room for any sign of the ghast he'd seen here earlier. No such luck. Damn.
Well, why don't we all sit and get to know each other?
"I've got a better idea," murmured Clocks, teeth still clamped together. Why did God decide he deserved this? Whyyyy? "Let's not. Obviously she doesn't want us asking and I'm not furthering your career in sadism anytime soon." |
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