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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jul 13, 2012 21:14:09 GMT -5
"Detention, Ms. Dale."
Alright, so maybe she shouldn't have been playing her Gameboy in the middle of History class but come on. She found it so boring and she'd been trying to level up her Pokemon in order to totally own the first gym in Yellow. Her previous file had featured a lot of high levels and a completed Pokedex but she hardly ever kept her files for very long after completing their goals. Instead she started over to have the experience all over again. Until the substitute they had for the day noticed, that was.
She looked up and must have looked irritated when she stowed the handheld back into her bag, for he kept a narrow-eyed gaze on her for several seconds, a gaze which she held. She had the typical teenage attitude of not wanting to let authorities get the better of her and that did not help her case in times like these. There was the urge to cross her arms but she resisted. "Do you want me to make it two?" She hated it when they displayed that they had power over her. It was more frustrating than she cared to admit when she was treated like a kid. "No," she grumbled, rolling her eyes before looking away. There was another pause before he continued on with the lesson as if nothing had happened. A few of the curious students kept their eyes on her for a couple seconds more and then they, too, directed their attention elsewhere.
So... bored.
It took quite a lot of effort not to doze off. As her first class of the day, History was both boring and situated in a very inconvenient place on her schedule. All she wanted to do in her first class of the morning was sleep through it. If it had been interesting she could have probably managed to stay awake at least enough to pay attention and jot down a couple of notes but the best she could do was to stare at the unused blackboard with a glazed expression. Twenty more minutes... ten... five...
Mercifully, salvation did come in the form of a ringing bell and she decided to skip her next class and go into the mess hall with the college students who had their lunch breaks and their laptops, eating and studying, some chatting in groups. She must have looked sorely misplaced as she approached the beverages and grabbed two cans of soda, also fetching an apple, but she had no shame. After drinking the soda to up her energy and finishing the apple, she stopped just long enough to pull a prank on an unsuspecting individual after the class she'd skipped was over and then decided that she would head over to the cliffs. She had that detention that she was supposed to be getting to but she was already in trouble, she figured it wouldn't hurt to get into a little more. Besides, she really wanted to play her game.
The cliffs were often slippery and dangerous in winter so she picked her way up carefully and found a rock that was fairly dry to perch her butt on for the afternoon. Pulling out the Gameboy, she hummed along with the music of the game as its 8-bit glory filled the surrounding air.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 15, 2012 17:26:43 GMT -5
Mona did not cry. She did not freak out, she barely showed emotion save for a small smile. The only person aware of the fact she had emotions was Jeremy. Her siblings must have assumed that she froze over as the years went on, because there had been a time she was a passionate person. It had numbed when she realized she'd never get what she wanted. Despite assumptions made, she did feel. A lot. She couldn't remember not feeling, because lately there was always a tightness in her chest. The emotional pain manifested into something tangible and real and it swallowed her whole sometimes and there was no one who she would ever say this to. Not even Jeremy, the one who watched her laugh and play and act like the kid she wanted to be. If she was ever going to get the respect she wanted, then she couldn't allow any room for childish fantasies.
Her arm hung off the edge of the bed as she lay in her dorm, dark with the light off and she could barely breathe because her chest hurt so much. "I'm not going to class," she murmured. Everyone was already up and out of bed, but she slept in until she woke up in a cold sweat. A shower would be nice if she could bring herself to get out of bed. It would take a minute. Maybe two. A few more and she was still there, her legs tangled up in the sheet, her eyes gazing at the far end. It might have been a half hour. And then class was over, she heard the bell ring. It spurred her into moving, into getting dressed and forgoing that shower, relishing in the piteous feeling strung through her body. This was how she would live now, this was what it would be forever. After Mama dies... How would she live then? How could it get worse than this moment, sitting on her bed and pulling on her boots and wondering if her sister even cared about what she wanted or that she was trying to help when she was locked out of everything. Only fourteen. Because of that number, she was not allowed to understand or do anything for her family.
It didn't seem fair at all, because it wasn't fair. She knew what brain cancer was, chemo was, insurance. She knew what it would do to her family, because it was already happening. They were already drifting apart when all those advertisements for cancer awareness said that families needed to pull together and be strong. That wasn't how it worked. No one knew how to handle it, and even though she felt lost as well, she knew she could be the one to make it better. But she was pushed into boarding at the Academy, forced to sit outside the door as Pearl and Queenie talked and bonded and there would be tea that Mona would never be able to drink.
The light made her squint as she left the dormitories, looking for somewhere to go. Class was not an option, and she wanted to tell her sister that to show her it wasn't the best decision to kick her out of everything. It would only make things worse. Maybe she was doing this in a show of teenage rebellion, but she didn't want to think that, didn't want to undersell it all.
Her search ended with her on the cliffs. Cold and aching but it was the cold that made her feel better. What didn't make her feel good at all was the sight of a familiar Water, playing a Gameboy. She kicked a pebble, hoping to alert the blond to her presence. "I thought you were into the newest shit they have," Mona said without a sneer or even a look that would betray her animosity. She did not get angry, or upset, because of that emotionless facade she had. "Or are you trying to be a hipster by playing your Gameboy?" All Annabel would need were thick-rimmed glasses, plaid, and a beanie. In truth, she was just a little jealous that Annabel could have any video game console, when she barely had anything at all. The envy manifested in some bad ways. "You can move now, I don't want to be around you." Because she needed this peace, up here, and she wanted to be alone. This was one of her spots, even though many people laid claim to the cliffs as their 'spots'.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jul 16, 2012 1:02:28 GMT -5
Annabel was so focused on her game that she didn't hear the pebble as it clattered across the cliffs. The music could only drown out so much but her attention span did the rest of the work spectacularly, the Water girl zoning out to the point where the little, poorly drawn creatures on the screen were the only things she paid any mind to. The poor quality of graphics back then really made one appreciate some of the advancements. She looked down on some of the people her age who refused to play a game with bad graphics, though, because what was the fun in playing Pokemon if you didn't enjoy where it all started? She didn't think there was any.
Distracted though she was, Annabel could not block out everything, and the voice of another caused her to look up from her game with a curious expression. She looked amiable and relaxed until her blue gaze fixed upon a familiar face, at which point it narrowed and her demeanour became a lot less friendly. Ugh. Thunder. Annabel had not been at the Academy for very long, not even half a year, but she was already starting to fall victim to the alliances and their influence. She still had Adam as one of her friends and Joshua was her brother but that did not mean that she felt uncomfortable hating Thunders. Like this girl. "Don't act like you know me," she said with a scoff. "Who are you to say what I'm into?" It wasn't like Mona actually cared but Annabel got very defensive of her video games. She loved gaming more than she loved most things. School included, which was why she'd skipped one of her classes to be here. And detention. She was not shaping up to be the best student.
The suggestion that she was a hipster was also not something that she took well to. A lot of people mocked hipsters on the internet and in Annabel's opinion that was a perfect reason to avoid being one. "I'm playing it because it's fun. Geez." She rolled her eyes. "Though I'm guessing you don't know what that means." Thunders clearly did not know how to have fun. Most of the experiences she'd had with them involved them threatening her, messing with her, hazing her. It was really getting on her nerves. It did not cross her mind that all of the pranks Water elementals pulled on the opposite alliance were not exactly the most respectable things either.
Annabel lifted her eyebrows in slight disbelief when Mona said that she could leave. "Uh, and who do you think you are?" Annabel was generally a pretty nice kid but she did not like to take shit from other people. That meant getting walked all over and she was not in the mood for being a pushover. Never was, really. She was competitive, argumentative, the spirit of being a teenager. She didn't want to be the one to back down. So she wouldn't. "I was here first. Go find another area to pollute." She huffed slightly as if she were about to laugh at her own comment but couldn't muster up the energy. She didn't like the fact that Mona had come up to the cliffs acting like she owned the place and telling Belle where she could and couldn't go. That wasn't okay. "What are you even doing up here? Doesn't look important. Not that anything you do ever is." She wanted that to sound a little more impressive than it did, but, eh, well, she'd done her best. Annabel didn't have the best insults in the world but at least she wasn't completely void of a backbone. Like some of the Earths she knew, for example. She really didn't get pacifists.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 17, 2012 11:39:25 GMT -5
Annabel displayed more passion and emotion than Mona ever could, but she did not stop to admire that trait in the other girl. She could care less how others handled themselves, what other people did. And she disliked the people that did. The Earth students came number one on her shit list because they were too nice and to Mona, it was insincere. How could they possibly be so friendly and welcoming all the time? It made her kind of really sick. "I don't really care to know you," she said in her slate of a voice, and it really was the epitome of not caring. At this point, there was few things Mona cared about outside her family and her mother. Those few things would end up destroying her. And the pompous attitude the Water chick had with her video games made her want to do one of those things. Or jump off the cliff. "I just assumed with how much of a snob you are..." She shrugged as if it was just a comment, and she was not trying to be mean. It's just how she naturally was, and she didn't like Annabel in the first place. She felt no regret for it.
The girl's next comments made her snort, but she was not smiling, so whether or not it actually amused her was left unsaid. She had fun. She had fun a lot, because if she would be treated like a child, she was going to act like one and get into as much shit as she could. That was her goal in life, the end game. "Don't act like you know me," she shot back, and again, it was without any emotion or inclination that she might have been angry. Was she angry? The absence of passion did not allow that sort of emotion. "Gameboys were fun back in the nineties, like Ferbies were." She lifted her eyebrows and drew herself back as if she was blowing her own mind, though in a way she was mocking Annabel. And this girl's idea of fun was playing video games? Mona did not see it, wasting away in front of a screen. What would that accomplish in the long run, getting a high score in the game? Though she supposed she lived similarly, for the instant gratification that she could find.
Mona was not fazed at all, but Annabel knew this by now. She was impossible to shake. "Mona," she replied evenly, though she didn't know why she even bothered to play this game with the Water chick. Oh, she knew why, and it was because she had a problem with Annabel and she wasn't one to let things go easily. "Another area to pollute?" Mona repeated incredulously. "Ah, you're cute." She shook her head, looking for one minute like she was going to laugh, but as expected, no such expression of joy or mirth came from her. It was really a shame that she didn't feel like she could express herself, but it took months of conditioning. She had always been rather dispassionate, but at least before she had the sureness to accompany it. "Don't see what it means to you," Mona answered to the girl's question, and again it was like they were complete opposites with the way Annabel could actually talk that way. "You're the one playing a video game, which you can do anywhere, by the way." Just in case the bitch didn't know. Mona felt like a Good Samaritan, reminding her of that.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jul 18, 2012 1:30:56 GMT -5
Annabel was not offended by the fact that the Thunder elemental didn't want to get to know her. "Ditto." She said this with a frown, like, "What, did you actually think I'd care?" Mona wasn't very expressive in tone nor in actions and so Annabel wasn't quite sure what to make of her at times. She passed it off as being a weird Thunder thing and felt completely comfortable disliking her. The existence of Belle was an easy one. "Oh I'm a snob?" Not the most creative comeback in the world but Mona could deal. If she was going to come up here and act like it was her place to tell Annabel where she could and could not go then Belle was going to get a little snippy about it. "Speak for yourself. I was minding my own business until you decided you'd invade my space." Her personal bubble. She usually did not mind company or having other people around, she'd come up here more to avoid being caught and sent to her detention than to be alone, but she definitely did not want the company of a Thunder elemental and certainly not Mona Landry. The girl was like a brick wall. She was weird. Her brother could be serious but this was... different somehow. Weird.
For a girl who was usually grinning from ear to ear and looking like she was on top of the world, Annabel could sure frown a lot around the people she didn't like. She looked put off when Mona shot back her earlier insult, not realising how she'd set herself up for that one. Damn. She hated when anyone one-upped her. Then, with a bit of a smirk, she said, "Oh but I don't care to. It's like you said." Two could play at this game. It was more of a game to her than a serious confrontation at this point because Annabel was no pushover and she wasn't a pussy either. She didn't get all upset and offended simply because someone else didn't like her or tossed an insult her way. Thick-skinned. "So basically you're saying I can't find it fun because it's not 'cool' any more? That's so lame." She liked her gameboy like she liked her NES. They were old and some of the games were utterly terrible compared to modern equivalent but the classics were amazing. She wasn't going to launch into a passionate rant up here on the cliffs though. It was not worth her time to get into it too much with this Thunder bitch.
She pressed her lips together, a bit frustrated. One thing she hated about arguing with the Thunder was that it was very hard to gain any sort of ground in the 'argument'. She never seemed capable of making the other girl tick. Maybe it was why she kept trying. Belle was pretty competitive and if she was issued a challenge she liked to prove that she could rise to it. Unfortunately this seemed to be one of those 'impossible' challenges. The sorts that made gamers shy away into their little corners as they watched the pros beast at everything. "It means that I can go wherever the fuck I want, and wherever the fuck I want happens to be here right now. Got a problem?" Mona had so much less of a foul mouth than Annabel did. Trying to keep up with her online friends that liked to talk tough had led to her developing the language of the cuss word. Mostly fuck and cunt a lot. "No, really? I would never have guessed!" Who the fuck did this bitch think she was, anyway? Annabel had already asked, though, and the answer had been irritating, so she didn't ask again. "Thanks for that. You can stand around and bitch at me anywhere, too, so I think you can leave." She made a gesture with her hand in the direction she assumed Mona had come from. "The cliffs aren't small, you don't need this particular freakin' spot." Some people.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 18, 2012 17:27:06 GMT -5
Now was the moment that Mona actually did question why she even bothered communicating with Annabel. For all she was expressive, she was incredibly droll, and the Thunder could only breathe in and look elsewhere. The view was incredible, the sky pale with the weak winter sun. She felt the chill seep in through her thin jacket, the coat she'd had for a few years, now. No one ever thought that maybe Mona should be getting a new jacket, and she never asked for one. She didn't ask for anything, and if she wanted something she got it for herself. Unfortunately, being fourteen made it hard to come by money when she refused an allowance in a house of six kids. "I'm not even two feet in your area," she said, wondering how someone could get in another's personal space when being so far away. She did not consider herself the type of person to get near people, anyway, and she did not like being touched. In some moments she wished she were a porcupine so she could naturally ward off people. She only liked being touched when she gave the other person permission, or when she instigated it.
Mona was in no mood to go in circles with the girl. Then again, she was never in the mood. Her breath came out in puffs, and it was a sudden desire to have a cigarette in hand. She didn't like them, not as much as people thought she did. "Most people don't like obsolete technology, that's why we keep getting new shit," she said, wondering why she even bothered to explain. And she made note of the usage of lame, a word that should be left in the nineties, just like the Gameboy. In all honesty, a Gameboy would be all Mona could afford. She didn't have much at all in terms of video games. Her brothers were the ones with the Xbox and the PS3, and she never bothered to learn to play video games. Years ago she may have been interested in gaming. All things pass with time.
Mona shook her head, the unruly curls practically immovable. "Not what I asked, babe," she said. "What does my business here mean to you?" She could have almost smirked then, almost. She could have almost made an expression, but everything would be almost in her world. And the girl had a foul mouth for a freshman, like most kids when they found out the glory of the f-bomb. It amused Mona, at least, which was enough to keep her there. The pride would not allow her to move now, back down. She could be stubborn as the best of them. "Someone's on the rag," she said, turning so she leaned against the cliff face, arms crossed over her chest. Period jokes were the worst kind of jokes for women, she knew that from experience. Hers had come rather recently, and since then her brothers believed they found comedy gold. "You're right," she acknowledged. "But now I want to stick around just to hear what other horseshit comes from your mouth." If it pissed Annabel off, it would give her some gratification as she continued to keep her eyes anywhere but on the girl she was speaking to.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jul 18, 2012 20:21:59 GMT -5
She could be affectionate, she liked hugs from her friends, but she did not like being around those that didn't like her and toward whom she felt the same in return. "Still too close for comfort. There's plenty of space, why don't you just leave me the hell alone?" She was stubborn and did not enjoy being the one to give up, give in. It was probably why she remained sitting in this very spot where Mona had found her. If she gave up and walked away, it meant the Thunder was winning. Most things were a competition to Annabel.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah well I happen to like both. So what." It wasn't a question but a statement. She did not like people coming around and telling her what it was that she could and could not enjoy. If she wanted to play her Gameboy up in the cliffs then she was going to. Peer pressure caused her to fall victim to some things but she also knew what she liked and was perfectly all right with liking it. What's it to her anyway? She didn't know Mona very well. As well as rivals tended to. She knew who the girl was, her element, her grade, but she did not care to know about her hobbies and interests. Her life.
"You didn't ask anything." Maybe it was best to avoid being a smart ass considering it often made one seem kind of childish but that was a part of her personality. Mona restated what it was that she'd 'asked' Annabel and the Water elemental laughed. "It doesn't mean anything to me but I'm sure you can do it somewhere else." A lot of kids came to the cliffs to smoke up, she'd heard. She might not have been the most delinquent of students but she was not stupid and knew all about pot. She'd never tried it herself. The Water found herself looking at Mona's hands, looking for a bulge in her jacket pocket, wondering if she had a stockpile of drugs on her or needles concealed in her sleeves. It was not uncommon to find needles lying around on the cliffs. They were usually in concentrated areas but you got the occasional random.
Mona was frustrating her. She was not as calm as the Thunder. She'd grown up in a family of Fires and figured they had something to do with her short tolerance of other people and their bullshit. She didn't have a violent temper and didn't go off about every little thing but she was at least easily frustrated. "No I'm not," she snapped. "Maybe you missed the fact that I want you to fuck off." She didn't know what she would do if Mona had started a physical fight because she did not do very well with those. Not against people that knew their stuff. She'd hit back if provoked but she wasn't a natural fighter, didn't make it a part of her day. Thankfully her tough-talking didn't seem to be provoking the Thunder elemental to that point.
She shook her head. "What the hell is your problem with me?" A part of her wanted to leave so that she didn't give Mona the satisfaction of being amused by her cussing and frustrations but the competitive side of her did not want the other girl to win. It was not a situation in which she felt she could excel either way. "Is your life seriously so boring that bothering me's the best part of your day? That's pathetic." Maybe if she could irritate the girl even slightly, she'd leave? Not likely but she was going to give it a shot.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 20, 2012 12:15:12 GMT -5
Mona sucked in a breath between her teeth. Now her eyes actually showed some life in them, because this was getting better for her. "Ooh, try again, but this time maybe you should use stronger language." Because Annabel just wasn't giving her a good argument, was she? And
So what? Mona shrugged. She wasn't going to argue about something stupid like that, unless she got some kind of gain from it. And she didn't feel like she would get anything out of this. Her lips almost formed into a smirk when Annabel continued to shoot back words at her. "And you can play games anywhere else. Go figure." And how could Annabel be sure she had no purpose up here? Maybe what she wanted to do needed to be on the cliffs. The knowledge of this power enticed her.
Mona was still impenetrable, but she had no intent to actually fight the chick. She fought, had done it a lot in her childhood and had to say she learned plenty from roughhousing with her brothers, but she didn't go around doing a lot of it anymore. "No, I got that part," the Thunder said, scratching the back of her head. "But maybe if you said it nicely..." She let the rest be said by silence. That wouldn't change anything, of course. Mona's speed was set on stubborn.
The girl was tempted to come up with a list, but then that would take effort she did not want to waste on the Water. "You should know," she said instead, her voice taking on exceptional dryness. If Annabel hadn't started shit with her--unintentionally, perhaps, knowing how the element was--then she wouldn't feel much of a desire to stick around. She snorted, blue eyes on the sky. "Don't flatter yourself, you're not very interesting." And Mona meant it from the bottom of her heart. She still wasn't saying that she skipped class, it was not relevant information for her.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jul 20, 2012 22:39:08 GMT -5
People like Mona drove Annabel up the wall. They were the sort that never seemed impressed by arguments and were thus near-impossible to win against. Belle liked winning. She could usually hold one over on these sorts if she knew anything about them but all she knew about Mona was her element and the fact that they didn't get along. Not enough to produce some sort of earth-shattering insult. Damn.
She rolled her eyes. "Fuck you." She should have held back on cursing further since it was exactly what Mona was teasing her about in the first place but that was not how she was thinking. "How about 'go away', will that work for ya? Because you really don't seem to be getting it." If Mona had not been from a rival element then Annabel probably wouldn't have minded so much that she were up here. She did her best to follow alliances, especially since her brother told her stories and because she wanted to hide her friendship with Adam.
A frustrated noise between a growl and a scoff sounded in her throat. She wanted so badly to just stalk off and go back to her game. The music still filled the cliffs, the battle she'd been in the middle of on standstill, waiting for her to turn her attention back to it and progress. "And why would I bother being nice to you?" It didn't make any sense to her, especially with how Mona had somehow seen it as all right to tell her where she couldn't be on the cliffs. "It's not like you're some Earth kid." Not even Wind, either. She didn't have to be nice. She normally wouldn't have been mean, either, but she didn't take well to being bossed around. Or insulted, and she considered Mona's comments about older games an insult.
In a way she knew, in another she didn't care. "Still all butthurt over a little prank?" Now she was sneering, trying to get to Mona this way instead of repeatedly telling her to fuck off. That hadn't worked out too well. "You're not too special your-fucking-self, I wouldn't get so excited." The comment about excitement was a little more sarcastic given Mona's obvious lack of passion in the argument. At least expressed passion. "You're not the first Thunder I've pulled a prank on, get over it. Are you guys even capable of that?" Thunders were known as the grudge-holders of the Academy. She was only saying the things that she'd had other people tell her.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Jul 25, 2012 23:36:41 GMT -5
Mona lifted a fine blond eyebrow at Annabel, sparing a gesture for her. It was a gift, a sign that she would actually give some of her time to muster up human forms of communication. The Water must have been completely honored, no doubt. ”Time and place,” she hummed, the sound like a purr in her throat, low and threatening. And if she creeped the girl out, even better. Maybe she wouldn't care, maybe it would make her day. She was fickle in how she felt about the people around others, an unshakable boulder in other areas of her life. ”Still not what I'm looking for,” she told the girl when 'go away' was used in opt of something a little stronger. Perhaps, “The fuck you think you are, los conquistadores?” It might have gotten some attention from Mona, but Annabel getting even a moment of it sober was pretty good.
She shrugged her shoulders up, the winds becoming a little too much for her. Mona's lack of three square meals a day was taking its toll on her body, and she could say she looked more like a shade than a fourteen-year-old girl. Her period hadn't come in two months, and she didn't just chalk it up to its usual infrequency. She kept finding new ways to break down her body. ”Because it might get me to leave,” Mona informed her when she asked why she should be nice to her, paying extra mind ot the additive stipulation—if she were an Earth. ”Would you take an Earth's shit, then? Just because they're in your alliance?” She may have recognized the importance of the alliances, but she wouldn't take shit from a Thunder or a Fire if they handed her a huge sack of it.
Annabel must have thought she had the upperhand in this, and Mona let her have it. Yeah, she was butthut. ”What of it?” she questioned. She held grudges, its how she worked, how she was built to operate. She had been equipped with bitterness in the assembly line, while this Water was equipped with brattiness. ”And here I thought you wanted to fuck me, I'm sorely disappointed.” The Thunder didn't exactly match sarcasm for sarcasm, that's not how it sounded. Her tone made it sound like a normal discussion of unspoken sexual, lesbian tension. ”And are you guys capable of self-restraint? Don't blame me for my genes.” Self-restraint was important to her until she got a few cocktails down her gullet. Then it was not even a word in the dictionary. ”I might be inspired to move...if you're willing to do something for me.” Would she even listen to her, or continue to be a stubborn priss? It would be interesting to find out.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 9, 2012 21:32:07 GMT -5
Mona did manage to catch Annabel off guard with her little comment, if only for a moment. In the end she shrugged it off with a glower and a roll of her eyes but she didn't have any sort of sassy retort on hand to counter it with. Nothing that Mona wouldn't be able to twist around, at least. Damn it. She didn't like losing any sort of argument no matter how stupid or petty it seemed. "Well then I'm not going to stand here trying to give you what you want," she snapped. The irritation over her lack of options was present in her tone, whether Mona would recognize it or not.
She only wondered for a second or two whether being nice to Mona was worth it. Even if it would have made her leave, Annabel simply didn't have the patience to pretend around people. She might have had a good imagination but faking it wasn't her forte. Besides, that meant giving in, didn't it? That meant giving the Thunder what she wanted. Annabel wasn't having any of that. "Ha, no. I'm not kissing your ass just to make you leave." Stubborn as she was, Belle didn't enjoy the way this argument was going. She was used to fights on the internet where you had time to think of your responses, or fights in the gaming world that consisted mostly of cuss words and immature folks shouting about what was gay, cheap, stupid. There were a few mature crowds and servers but her friends were not a part of them. She went where they did. A follower.
She shook her head. "That is not what I said." It irked her that Mona kept misinterpreting her. The other girl was probably doing it on purpose but Belle didn't care either way, it still made her angry. "I don't take shit from anyone. An Earth wouldn't give me shit in the first place so of course I'd be nice to them." She'd never met an Earth she disliked yet. She was still young and still had a lot of acquaintances to make but for the time being she was basing all her opinions off of the things she heard from her allies and the things she experienced first-hand. "Maybe you should stop telling me what to do and take your own advice." Were Thunders capable of being nice? She thought of her brother's friend, Skye, but she didn't know her well enough.
Another surprise came when Mona didn't deny the sneered comment. She'd been expecting her to, much as she hadn't been expecting the earlier retort. The inability to predict the Thunder was grating on her. "Well you shouldn't be," was the best she had for that. Things were not going her way at all. She frowned at the next remark that Mona made. What was it with this chick? "Don't swing that way." At least she didn't sound too frustrated or petulant, though it wasn't the impressive sort of wordplay she'd been hoping for. "Then don't blame me for mine. You're a Thunder, there's no reason I should display self-restraint around you." That was Annabel's logic.
Her first thought was 'No fucking way', cuss and everything, but then she narrowed her eyes. "Why would I want to do anything for you?" she asked instead. "I'm not your bitch."
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 10, 2012 20:47:30 GMT -5
It may be sad to consider one of the only ways for her to have gratification was pick on a Water girl, but it really made her feel better. She guessed that's why bullies did it, except she didn't consider herself a bully. She didn't know why, it just seemed like a stupid word to use. Instead, she'd prefer tormentor or evil or something else credible.
Annabel was really just damning herself to Mona's harrassment by not kissing her ass. It was no skin off the Thunder's chin, she wasn't annoyed by her.Which was pretty ironic considering that she was so easily irritated. It was because she did this on purprose, getting on the girl's nerves was her goal. ”You're stuck with me, then,” she commented. In reality, Mona was being just as immature as her fellow freshman playing this game. It was damn near close to playing 'I'm not touching you' but just a little less annoying.
Mona nodded her head as if taking in every word the other girl said like she could honestly believe. And may she'd say, “Hey, no problem, sorry for bugging you.” But that was not what happened. Instead, she decided to be a cocky bitch, as was her favorite speed for the day. ”So you don't take anyone's shit? Well, you're certainly taking mine. What, you're not gonna fight me?” Maybe she was just like those Earths she apparently respected so much. Mona didn't care about them, didn't even care that they might have been good people or whatever. Who the fuck cared if they were good? Other people probably did, but she stopped caring about a lot of things. ”I don't do nice,” she snorted. ”Nice is for doped-up invalids and doormats.” She wasn't either, and she wasn't going to play nice with people for their benefit.
She shouldn't be? Well all right, that did kind of irritate her. Kudos to Annabel. ”And now you're telling me what to do. See, isn't it fun?” she said with feigned excitement, before rolling her eyes. That was like telling someone they shouldn't be wincing after they'd been punched in the face. ”Don't know what you're missing. Pussy tastes great.” It felt like a personal goal to make the girl as uncomfortable as possible around her. She liked making sexual remarks before for her, it was a sign of knowing about something she shouldn't at that age, and therefore she was mature and wordly. It worked well enough for her. ”No reason? Human decency, maybe. Manners. But I guess you may have been raised by element dellusional wolves.” She shouldn't have been making those kind of comments for how much slack her family got because of her siblings, but if Thunder affiliation was the only reason to hate her, Mona knew that wasn't the truth. She could just say that Mona was a bitch.
Mona tilted her head, looking at Annabel throguh her eyelashed. ”Yeah, you established that. Don't swing that way.” What a loss to the lesbian community. Or the fluid sexuality community. ”Welp, guess you're stuck with me.” Annabel was getting nowhere, now was she? And Mona got her entertainment for today, a distraction to keep her mind off of things at the expense of the poor girl's sanity. Mona still adhered to the fact that the bitch fucked with her before, and therefore anything she did was deserved. An enemy made was an enemy kept.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 10, 2012 23:45:29 GMT -5
Annabel folded her arms and frowned, wishing there were some way of getting rid of Mona without giving in to her. It didn't seem like that was going to be the case and this frustrated her greatly. So instead of simply relenting and going back to her game in the sanctuary of solitude somewhere else, she kept her arms locked tight and feet planted. So overwhelmingly mature. Not that she cared too much about her maturity. Her mouth said enough about that.
Blue eyes narrowed at the Thunder as she considered her. "Do you want to fight me?" Challenging Annabel was not something that often ended in the Water girl backing down. It worked out badly for her a lot of the time, being that she lost as much as she won. Perhaps more than. "Cause if that's what you want, then, we can do that." It was stupid. She didn't know anything about this girl and her physical strength or fighting prowess. She knew her element was Thunder but at their age, element was barely a factor in a fight unless they had older friends to back them up. She had her brother but she wouldn't drag him into a fight, that was giving up. It was proving that Mona was better than her and that was exactly what she did not want.
Apparently the Thunder had a very narrow-minded view on nice people. She thought of her sister and scowled. Nell was not a doped-up invalid or a doormat. Not to Belle. "It's for people with a soul. Were you born a carrot-top?" That nickname had never made much sense. The tops of carrots were green. She'd seen someone with green hair before but certainly not natural. It was a strange shade for people to dye their hair but to each their own. "Besides, if it's for doormats, why aren't you being nice?" She couldn't really say what Mona was but she'd do anything at this point to insult the Thunder. She didn't realise how much Mona was enjoying the argument and getting a rise out of it. If she had, perhaps she wouldn't have allowed herself to get in so deep. No backing out now.
She pressed her lips together. Hypocrisy was a bitch when it was used as a weapon. She was more preoccupied with the lesbian comment, though, and she was once again at a loss as to how she should respond. She'd never really had anyone use that kind of ammunition in an argument against her before. It was her kryptonite, the unexpected. "And you would know? That's disgusting." She tried not to be too judgemental but it was simply too weird to consider... erm, that. She didn't even like to think it and her cheeks went a little red as her thoughts slipped past the barrier of innocence. Did she know for real or was she just messing with her? I don't wanna know, she decided just as quickly. Knowledge was power but there were some things she was comfortable being in the dark about.
She laughed. "Yeah, because you clearly know so much about human decency." Mona was not someone that Annabel regarded as 'decent'. "What do my parents have to do with anything, anyway?" She wouldn't have that, no thank you. Her parents were Fire anyway, her siblings as well. Her family was supposed to be on Mona's side where Annabel stood against it.
The thoughts were back again—did Mona swing that way? Annabel knew that she didn't, or at least she thought she didn't (experimenting had not been done on either tea). She didn't say anything, merely rolled her eyes. "Great. This is exactly how I wanted to spend my day." She wanted to get back to her game, if she were to be perfectly honest with herself, but she didn't think that it would be winning if she simply ignored Mona. It would probably be the more responsible, level-headed thing to do, though.
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Aug 12, 2012 17:01:43 GMT -5
Curling a piece of light blond hair around her finger, Mona seemed to consider the challenge as if she were considering whether to eat the chicken nuggets first or the fries. "Yeah, I think I might want to do that." She looked back at Annabel with her gray-blue eyes, and she didn't look angry, which was usually why people fought. But underneath it all, she was. At least, she was bitter and aching for revenge. "Ooh, you talk big. Can you back it up?" They were both freshman, both new to controlling their elements. Fisticuffs? Usually fights with chicks ended up in lots of hair pulling, so she felt the need to warn Belle. "And don't touch my hair or I will knee you in the vag." She didn't like to play those games, because hair-pulling was more annoying than anything.
The Thunder wrinkled her forehead. Carrot-top? "You mean that steroid-injected prop comedian?" she asked, though it sounded more like a question than a statement. Whether she was just fucking with Annabel again or honestly confused was left unsaid. Then she decided to take the insult as serious as she could when she said, "No, this is my natural hair." Though the style was quite akin to Carrot Top. Not something she wanted to think about. "So I'm a doormat?" she said to the insult. "That's really mean, I might just tattle on you." And at that point, she took on the bitchiest tone, which was the first use of a tone in this conversation. She supposed that was one point to Annabel.
Mona almost smiled. Everything was almost. She almost gave a shit, sometimes. She almost got happy. And did things. But it was always almost. "And you'd know?" Mona said. "I mean, I'm just saying. You don't know until you try." She figured that everyone had to try once, too. Or maybe she just was never told "you will end up with a nice boy and marry and skip off into the sunset". It wasn't how things played in her head, and she didn't know how it could be disgusting to people like Annabel. A girl who was the same age, but probably exactly where she should be.
She shrugged. "I know about human decency. But I don't practice it." She wasn't an observing decent human, she was just had an objective viewpoint on it. Like someone who was born Catholic but didn't observe. "They're the ones who teach you about, you know...everything. So I guess that's where you get your lovely personality from." Like she could say anything about Annabel's personality when she was just...kind of not a nice person. At all. But she wasn't talking about herself, here. She didn't have a care about that.
Damn, did Mona really wish she had a smoke. Not because she liked smoking, but because it would give her something to focus on instead of sitting here. Even though she was enjoying tormenting Annabel, she hadn't planned this out very well. "There's worse ways to spend your time. Let's make a list!" A falsely gleeful voice, and it was clear that yes, she was still hellbent on harassing her. Revenge was always so much fun.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Aug 13, 2012 19:37:37 GMT -5
In contrast to Mona, Annabel certainly looked very irritated. She didn't like that her gaming had been interrupted by this Thunder bitch and her irksome presence. She hadn't actually been expecting Mona to accept the idea of a fight but this at least she took in stride, narrowing her blue eyes. "Well, fine, then," she said. She didn't often fight with other people. She'd kicked a guy in the nuts once for bothering her and occasionally she'd gotten into petty squabbles in middle school but they'd usually been broken up by a teacher before they got bad. There was no one around to break up a fight now.
She had no idea if she could back it up but she said, "Sure, can you?" If she made herself sound too weak then Mona might take advantage of that, Annabel figured. Then again, if she talked too tough Mona could just as easily wipe the floor with her if she was stronger. Oh well. No backing out now. She laughed. "Why would I pull your hair? I don't fight like a little bitch." She got an image of people exchanging whimpy slaps and screaming as they held onto the other's hair. She didn't want to come across as desperate. Unfortunately she wasn't any wiser on how she should start the fight. Mona wasn't male, she didn't have any nads to knee. Being kicked in the crotch hurt no matter your gender but it didn't have quite such a debilitating affect on females. Hm.
She put off going for her right away, though, in favour of taking the bait of conversation. "Uh, no," she said, shaking her head and not understanding herself. Annabel didn't know much about comedy. She was only repeating what she'd heard others say. A follower, not a leader.
Belle sneered, or at least the closest thing to one that she could manage. She wasn't the greatest at coming across as cocky but she did her best. "Yeah, I'm calling you a doormat." Mona hadn't displayed too much to verify the insult but that was fine by Annabel. Most insults tossed out in fights were nonsensical, like calling someone a slut just because your boyfriend stared at them more than you. It was even more prevalent with teenagers. "Got a problem with that?" Probably. "Aw, I'm so scared." Mona wasn't serious about it, Annabel didn't think. It wouldn't alarm her even if she was. They were both at fault, she'd just tattle back or something.
The thought of trying, no matter who it was with, still sort of unnerved her. It was enough to keep her on edge and allow Mona to maintain the upper-hand, at least in the exchange of words. "Uh, no thanks," she said, trying her best to be disdainful. "Even if I did, it wouldn't be yours." That much was true. So not my type. Did she have a type yet? Did it count if you'd never dated anyone? Did you get to choose your type or was it automatic? So many questions that she couldn't answer.
The girl half-huffed. "Practice what you preach." If Mona was going to suggest that human decency was a good reason for her to refrain from pranking the Thunders then Annabel expected her to take her own advice, just as she'd said earlier. She certainly wasn't taking any advice from the girl. She didn't listen to anyone that irritated her. This included teachers, maybe that was why she was setting herself up to fail Geography. "You must have some pretty shit parents, then," she said with a haughty laugh, not even realising who she was insulting with her words. Had she known that Mona's mother had cancer and her father was out of the picture, well, maybe she might have refrained from that particular insult. She was seeking to wound with words but some lines simply shouldn't be crossed.
Instead of playing along with the overly cheerful suggestion, Annabel decided to make her move at that point, stepping forward with a poorly aimed punch. It would be clear to anyone that was good at fighting that she was not but hopefully Mona was every bit as under-qualified as she.
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