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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 7, 2012 20:00:55 GMT -5
Sandra was attempting to study for a test the next day. It really wasn't going as well as she would have hoped, but this was completely unsurprising in every way. She had absolutely zero motivation whatsoever to do any kind of studying, and this was pretty much true of her all the time. Even during exams, she had very little motivation... and that was actually sort of awful, and something that her parents and teachers would try to change at all costs. Of course, she did have the occasional moments when she felt like doing some kind of work, but usually this was not the case. Today, because the test was actually fairly important, she'd chosen to study, but Sandra was realistic enough to realize that this would not last long for her. In fact, it seemed that it had ended as soon as it had started, because she'd opened her notes (she did take notes in class, at least -- it was one of the only things she did, however) and then promptly zoned out.
Though she didn't fall asleep, which was enough of a blessing in itself because people tended to be sort of obnoxious about those who fell asleep and took up couch space in the Common Room, she did completely lose track of time. It was an hour later by the time she'd come back to her senses. She still hadn't even flipped the page from the first thing she'd opened to in her notes. Oops. She frowned and flopped down sideways onto the (otherwise empty) couch she was on, making a quiet sound of despair, trying to convey her own feelings of "why does schoolwork exist?" but probably failing miserably. She wasn't really very eloquent, as it turned out, if she had to resort to random sounds to get her point across. "Homework sucks," she said to no one in particular, and in return nobody answered her, if they'd even heard her in the first place. People carried on with their conversations throughout the room.
She flopped onto her back, wondering when dinner was. She was starting to get pretty hungry (trying to study was a difficult task), but if there were so many people around still then it probably wasn't yet time to eat...
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Apr 7, 2012 22:14:29 GMT -5
 Yeager was glad to finally be off work, driving back to the Academy. He mostly went home on the weekends, but other times he boarded in the Academy. It was a nice reprieve from the hectic environment he called home. He liked to get away from Gloria, she was a freaking nightmare. It was almost instinct to look over his shoulder and see if there was a little dark-skinned girl in the back seat holding a butcher knife. She’d done it before, and she’d gotten an extensive lecture from their parents about how it could have caused an accident, he could have flipped the car over, they could have both died, and have you ever watched the news? Now that part was rather enjoyable for him to watch.
The smell of the Chinese in the backseat filled up his car, the leaf-shaped air freshener doing nothing to dispell it. He was used to it by now, it was as nostalgic as bacon on a Saturday morning. It was funny to even think about it that way. He had bigger aspirations, of course, engineering, all that jazz. But really, how far was he going to get with his lazy ass? He didn’t like to do work, it was annoying, and he put it off as long as possible. He also got detentions for goofing off in class. And well, procrastinating too. Teachers got sick of the lack of homework after a while, and he was sure a lot of his teachers didn’t have much of a tolerance for him. Especially those from opposing elements. They could carry their feelings over from their Academy years and become bitter toward the students. Especially when the opposing alliance was Fire and Thunder.
He made his way to the dorms with the food in his hand, running a hand through his messy hair. In the dorms, he found Sandra in a position he was not unaccostumed to—lying down. He dropped the bag onto her stomach, filled with a few boxes. ”Yo,” he greeted. ”You hungry yet? They gave me some of the leftover food. But don’t worry, not out of the trash or anything.” He moved her legs so that he could sit down with her, propping them on her lap. He opened up one of the boxes, took out one of the pair of chopsticks and started digging into the lo mein. ”How long have you been out here?” He asked, rolling the noodles onto the chopsticks, and slurping them up. Would he get tired of Chinese? Eventually he believed he would, but his stomach could pretty much handle anything.
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 7, 2012 23:47:18 GMT -5
Sandra had managed to close her eyes for a few moments, though she knew from the fact that she remained conscious and aware of the voices still talking around her that she was still awake and definitely not falling asleep, despite the comfort of this nice, soft couch. Rather than letting herself sleep, she listened in on a nearby conversation -- probably a bad habit, but it was sort of amusing what she could hear just lying here seemingly asleep. Nearby, a girl was telling her friend all about the awful Math test she'd written earlier that day in excruciating detail -- Sandy zoned out of that, preferring to zone in instead on a group of voices nearby gossiping. It was probably not a good habit to gossip -- but then again not a fantastic one either to eavesdrop. Still, she couldn't believe that That Couple had broken up today...
Her eyes closed for the time being, there was no way she would have been able to see Yeager enter the room, or even the bag over top of her body before it was dropped unceremoniously onto her stomach. "Oof," she said aloud, though it hadn't actually hurt, as she opened her eyes to see Yeager. Sandy took the bag in her hands and grudgingly sat up as he moved her legs. "Yo!" she greeted in return, grinning dorkily. "Do I smell Chinese?" She knew that Yeager delivered for a Chinese place... and had, indeed, tried to convince him many a time to bring her something, when the craving hit or when she was feeling sort of homesick for the restaurant her dad worked at. "Always hungry," she answered, nodding eagerly as she reached into the bag for the other pair of chopsticks.
"I trust your place," she said, waving off what he said about the food being out of the trash. Mostly she was just hungry and, if she'd be honest, always in the mood for Chinese because she got it so rarely when she was at school, but she'd also take Yeager's word for it. He was a good friend, after all, one that she'd known quite a while now. She grabbed whatever box was on top after he'd taken his own (hers turned out to be fried rice, which was just fine by her) and started digging in before answering his question. "Maybe a bit over an hour?" she guessed, shrugging a little bit. "Something like that! Have you been at work this whole time?" It took her a few moments to realize just what was missing, but once she did, she stopped eating immediately and frowned into the bag, and then over at him. "No hot sauce?" she asked, sounding and looking downright heartbroken.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Apr 8, 2012 21:14:04 GMT -5
He snorted at her words, not even caring that he woke her up from a nap. She slept too much as it was, and even though he was a lazy person when it came to academia, he couldn’t imagine sleeping like she did. Half-cat, she must have been, there was no real other reason. Except maybe narcolepsy. Or maybe she just didn’t sleep a lot at night. Or maybe it was another Asian thing that he didn’t know about. ”Nope, it’s shit I got from the bathroom,” he countered, nodding seriously. He was always willing to provide food straight from the toilet. Or his restaurant. ”Really? Always hungry? And what, you weigh one-hundred pounds? What are you eating, oats?” Honsetly, the girl was tiny. Or maybe it was an Asian thing. He didn’t know, honestly, and he wasn’t about to ask if she was tiny because she was what…was it half-Chinese or half-Japanese? Ah, crap, can’t remember.
He poked around in his food some more, content to just laze around now that the day was over. Working really wasn’t his style, ironic considering his goals for the future. More like dreams. Goals were the actual attainable things, right? And here he was, with unfinished homework in his bag and exams that week that he was very unprepared for. She took the food and informed him of the time she’d been out there. ”Not too bad, I have to say. Congratulations, you may be doing your Circadian rhythm some good.” It couldn’t have really been good for her body, could it? Live and let live. He worried about his friends despite the fact that he was by all appearances a douche bag, he actually gave a fuck about people. He was the type of person to inconvenience others and be a regular disturbance to society, but on a deeper level he actually gave a fuck when it came down to it. Gotta be worth something, right?
Yeager nodded, said, ”Yeah, I worked for like…six hours today.” Not as long as some of his other days, but he took what he could get. He was lucky to have a job, even though he wasn’t the type to take too many sick days (admittedly, he had quite a few under his belt) r show up late for work. His boss was kind of scary, and it was even harder to understand him when he was screaming. He gave her a stern look, emphasized by his sharp features when she noticed the absence of hot sauce. Goddamn hot sauce. "Who eats hot sauce on..." He looked into the box. "Fried rice, you freak?" His voice held a note of exasperation. But that look... "You're not going to make me go back and get it, are you? I don't know if they have hot sauce in the mess hall." And he would do it, because he was a pushover when it came to a good puppy-dog face. Well, save for Gloria. He knew what was behind the gaze of innocence.
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 9, 2012 11:17:57 GMT -5
"Pfft," was her only answer to it being from the bathroom. "Best meal I've ever had from a bathroom." She knew that Yeager tended to like to joke, so it wasn't something that bothered her. At worst it did make her a litlte suspicious of the food that he brought, but when she was hungry, this definitely wasn't to such an extent that she was going to turn down free food. She did miss Vancouver when it came to these things; Maple Hollow was a nice enough city, and had a lot in fact, but home was... home. Home meant hanging out with her dad's co-workers and eating at the restaurant whenever her family felt like it, only to come home to whatever her parents were making for dinner that night. (Always Chinese from her dad, Japanese from her mom, and occasionally some weird blend of all kinds of stuff that they'd randomly decided to try that night. It was no wonder she liked food so much.) "One-twenty," she informed him, frowning a little but not in an actually displeased way. "I'm not that little!" Actually, by any and all standards that applied to Sandra, she was practically a giant, taller than her mother by about four inches already. If she had a petite frame despite this, she would blame it all on a fast metabolism (which might also explain why she was always hungry).
She giggled a little bit at his mention of the Circadian rhythm, but shook her head. She'd been fine so far, hadn't she? She wasn't going to be too concerned with it, to be honest -- it wasn't like she just slept and slept for hours on end, it was just more like she took very frequent naps... like a little kid, almost, which was an image not disproved by the fact that she liked to carry a teddy bear around with her. "Nothing wrong with my Circadian rhythm!" she told him happily. "Everyone would probably be way less uptight if they had more naps." Maybe she should attempt to get this passed as rule for all the Fires and Thunders (actually, maybe just everyone) -- there was way too much tension up in the air around the Academy. She wasn't too bothered most of the time, but it was a little troubling to end up in a fight with someone, not being much of a fighter herself, when the other side was always so aggressive and violent.
Sandra nodded in response to his question. "Delivering people's food for six hours sounds... not fun," she said, after casting around in her head for a few moments for a word that didn't eventually come. "But better than some jobs!" Being a Chinese delivery boy, though, Yeager was practically put on a pedestal as far as Sandra was concerned -- someone who brought her food? Usually for free, considering she never actually ordered the stuff? He was practically a superhero who substituted the tights for some greasy (and delicious) food. "I do," she protested with a pout, not really taking offense to being called a freak, but he could believe it if he wanted. She could probably milk it, if she wanted to, and see if he would actually go back and get it for her... but Yeager had just come off of a six-hour shift, and that just sounded cruel beyond cruel. Giggling, she set the box of food down, standing up and stretching out her limbs. "No, don't worry -- be right back!" She darted off before he had time to really respond, surprisingly fast for someone known for being so lazy, leaping up over the back of the couch rather than taking the long way around and running up into her dorm.
Nah, it was definitely too mean to make him go get it, especially when she had some in her dorm, all different kinds stashed in a box next to the box she kept of snacks and candy. She found what she was looking for -- sriracha sauce, basically a Chinese restaurant staple -- and then scurried back to where Yeager was waiting, probably confused. Maybe not. People were generally accustomed to her weirdness. "Found some!" she sang, making it sound like she'd literally found it lying in the hall or possibly growing on a tree of hot sauce bottles, before going ahead and drizzling it into the box herself. "Want some?" she asked innocently, once she had enough in there to possibly burn out a person's eyes, offering up the bottle.
(lol omg she's so weird, i'm sorry. XD;;;)
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Apr 10, 2012 18:08:25 GMT -5
Yeager lifted his head before turning to blink at her, face expressionless. She joked back seamlessly, and that's what he expected from his friends. Sometimes he couldn't tell when certain people were joking or not, so he just automatically took everyone for joking. He'd been lectured for it multiple times, the usual, "Do you think this is a joke?" spiel. Or the, "Don't brush this off!" line. Mostly from his parents. It was usually Luke who enjoyed doing the lecturing. Which Yeager appreciated, considering Robert was the one with the phD in Psychology. "Littler than me," he commented, but really, that was only to be expected. He was a guy who ate quite a bit, he was naturally large. Not hulking and certainly not too tall. Did he wish he was taller? No, not really. He was fine with the way he was, confident and sure.
He fumbled with his chopsticks as he tried to ensnare an onion, wondering how in the hell they thought two sticks would make good eating utensils. It took several years for him to get the hang of holding them right, but that was when he was a kid. He believed that anything would be easier once you got older. "Yeah, you say that now, next thing you know you're taking week long naps, and then months long naps, and you'll become a real life Sleeping Beauty. But don't get too excited, the 'beauty' part is just part of the cliche." It was easy too tell he was joking, because he joked about everything. Sandra was a pretty girl, and he was sure she realized that. "Tell that to my boss. Pretty sure a vein almost burst in his head today cuz some kid got an order wrong." It was half-amusing. Then again, nothing was not amusing to Yeager. He was pretty sure his boss didn't really enjoy his personality.
He lifted his eyebrows, as if considering he reply. "Well, used to it by now. Also used to dumbasses answering the door and asking why I'm not Chinese. All in a day's work. And hey, I get paid pretty decent for it." Usually Chinese places were owned and worked in by the family of the owner, but his boss was Luke's friend and his father had wanted him to get off his lazy ass and get some money. It really was the money that got him to do it. He didn't get satisfaction out of the stench forever in his car, or getting yelled at by his boss. It was a thankless job. "Yeah. Least I don't work in retail. I've heard horror stories." Some of his friends had jobs in retail, and they all came to him with declarations of suicide. At least he didn't really have to deal with too many people, just dropped off the food and then he went on his merry way.
Yeager really shouldn't have been surprised that she had some hot sauce around, and he guessed that he wasn't. Honestly, she was a freak, but that wasn't a bad thing. Everyone was a freak in their own little ways. Her freakishness just manifested in naps and hot sauce. He couldn't judge. He blinked at the girl when she returned before shaking his head. "Why does it not surprise me that you keep hot sauce in your dorm?" He sounded like an exasperated mother as he watched her pour the hot sauce on. He took another box out of the bag and flipped it open. General Tso's. Not his favorite, but whatever. "Sandy baby, I really hope that you have a heart attack and you learn your lesson, because I can smell that from here and I think I'm going to cry." He stated it all calmly. "So no, I will eat my food like a normal human being, and my stomach lining will thank me for it."
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 11, 2012 19:57:08 GMT -5
For Sandra, though, "littler than Yeager" was pretty hard not to be. She was smaller than a good deal of the guys she knew, and Yeager was pretty large in fact, being half a foot taller than she was and certainly not as skinny. She supposed that "sturdy" would have been the best word to describe him. Compared to herself, though, he was pretty enormous, and from down there really, she had very little to compare to. There was short, which was shorter than Sandra, and average, which was around the same as Sandra, and tall, which was more than a few inches taller than Sandra. Yeager was tall. People taller than Yeager were tall. Shaquille O'Neal? Really, really, breaking-the-records type of really tall. "Yep. But then again you're right up there with NBA players and giraffes!"
She scoffed at his next words, or at least tried to, whatever scoffing sounded or looked like (she didn't really know). "Please. I'm sure I'd get hungry eventually," she told him with the air of someone explaining something very obvious. "Maybe it'd be okay, though. I could sleep all day and ask for food to be brought maybe once a week and wake up and eat and go back to sleep." It sounded like heaven if it were even possible, really, but this was completely unrealistic. She definitely got hungry more frequently than once a week. The sleeping all day part didn't sound half bad, though... She disregarded his comment on the "beauty", though this was mainly because she couldn't think of a proper response other than "I am beautiful no matter what you say", and it was somehow rarely socially acceptable to quote Christina Aguilera songs. "Would you bring me food if I actually did this, though..." She would probably need to do him a lifetime of favours first to get weekly food delivery... especially considering she would never get the money to pay for all of that.
She giggled a little bit. "He's just trying to run a restaurant there! Pick up the slack," she teased, nudging him playfully with her elbow. She didn't even know his boss, though -- for all Sandra knew, maybe he really was crazy and angry. "You should suggest to him he take a nap, though. Unless that'd get you fired... then don't." She'd feel pretty bad if he ended up losing his job because of that, after all; she was probably just accustomed to her dad's boss. He was pretty lax, or maybe that was just because her dad had been working there for years now... It was hard to tell. "So... tell them you actually are Chinese and see what they do," she said with a grin. That seemed like the sort of thing Sandra would do if she delivered... er, well, there was probably no applicable double, but if there were, she would definitely claim to be Ukrainian or something. She nodded a little solemnly at what he said after, though. "Food service better than retail, then?"
It didn't surprise him, probably, because this was very normal Sandra behaviour, but she didn't say so, just laughed. "Who knows, Yeager! You know me well enough for that by now." He obviously had, if he'd guessed this -- it wasn't exactly the type of thing people would expect. She had kind of a baby face, according to certain sources, and really the mentality of a six-year-old in many ways -- she was definitely the type of kid that should be carrying around jelly beans and lollipops, not stuffing her face with... uh, anything that she could put hot sauce on, actually. This wasn't to say that she didn't have a (mildly unhealthy) sweet tooth, too, though. Either way, she needed to keep hot sauce and sweets in her dorm, for the Academy seemed to have a distinct lack of either most of the time. She set the bottle down nearby once he refused, unperturbed by his words. Silly Yeager, always joking around. She loved him, really, but she was pretty sure he "worried" for nothing. "Mean, you're going to regret that if I ever do have a heart attack." That hopefully wasn't in the works for real, though... "Possibly. Not everyone is man enough to take the hot sauce, yo." Thug life.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Apr 11, 2012 21:58:43 GMT -5
Yeager snorted and shook his head at her words. "Yeah, well, thanks. Not totally sure if that was a compliment or not, but I'll take it." It was hard to insult him, anyway. He's heard them all, especially a lot of the gay ones. You didn't grow up in the home he did and not hear them once kids got the information from their parents. Hell, they didn't even need to get it from their parents, Yeager didn't hide his home life. He wasn't ashamed of it. Hell, he got proud of it sometimes. "Ha, a lot of people have a mommy and daddy, I have two daddies." He listened to her theory, nodded as if agreeing, but then said at her last part, "Yeah. Not that I don't love you or anything, but you can't trust me. I can't even keep a goldfish or it'd die in like...one night." He mumbled the last part. Experience taught him that he should never own pets. It wasn't a good idea for him.
He swatted at her arm, balancing the box in one hand. "If the other lazy assholes don't wanna work, I'm not gonna go out of my way. What would I get promoted to? Busboy?" You couldn't get higher up in that place, it was minimum wage or out. And eventually he would quit. Probably after college. Which was still quite a bit away. He didn't even want to imagine that expanse of time. "I don't know, getting fired sounds pretty good to me right now," he muttered. He complained a lot, but mostly it wasn't serious. Everyone liked to complain and get their feelings off their chest, it was only natural. He met Sandra's grin with one of his own. "Ya know what, I think I will. Tell them that they're racist a-holes. Maybe I'll get better tips." Sounded like a fucking good idea in his head. Sandra could be smart, she was just...lazy. Like him. It was probably part of the reason they got along. "Definitely. Even though it gets hard, you know, not eating the food all the time." At least sometimes he got leftovers like this now. That was probably the best part.
He shook his head, poking at the chicken, not sure if he wanted to finish it off. But goddamn, he was hungry. "Yeah, not well enough to remember hot sauce." That was because it was weird, but who was he to talk? He didn't think anyone knew about his thing with moths unless they were in a room together with him when one appeared. "No," he said slowly when she said that he would regret it. "I'm going to come visit you at the hospital, give you some flowers and chocolates, you know...and then say I told you so." Could Yeager be that cruel? Nah, he really was just a big teddy bear. All fluff and shit. If you messed with someone like Sandra around him, though, better believe he'd grow that mean bone. "Bitch please, you just called yourself a man. Bet you have chest hair and shit. Not attractive." He pitched his voice for the last statement, sounding like quite the effeminate gay man.
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 16, 2012 20:26:08 GMT -5
She laughed and patted him on the head, a comical sight because it required lifting up her arm up above her own head. "You'll be okay," she told him, grinning. It definitely hadn't been meant to be an insult, so she figured there was no real harm done. She was sure he wasn't even really offended, either -- she was... pretty certain that she'd never seen him offended, actually. She would have crossed her arms over her chest to add to the small pout that was now on her face, but she was too busy eating, and so the pout didn't even work out either. She missed Chinese food sometimes, being out here at the Academy. Actually, she thought with a frown, she kind of just missed home. She shoved this aside to listen to Yeager, though. "One night?!" She wasn't sure how he could actually let a fish die in just a day, but she supposed that... No, actually, that just didn't even make sense. "Meep. Never mind. You're fired from that job. I don't wanna die in a week or something from starvation."
She had a sudden mental image of Yeager running around bussing tables, and laughed. Maybe that was a little mean... but nah. At least the guy had a job; Sandy could have a job too, if she weren't so damn lazy. She'd had summer jobs before, but they were never anything serious; never ones that she returned to, though they were always places she'd still frequent. "So delivering is still better than bussing... and retail," she said, as if committing this to memory for some weird reason she didn't actually have. She knew he was really just joking when it came to his job, because this was pretty standard fare -- Yeager tended to joke about anything and everything, and besides which, if he'd ever wanted to leave the job, he would have quit by now. Maybe. She wasn't really sure, anyway. "You can survive a little while. And who would bring me food if you didn't? You could be responsible if I starve!" This was an obvious lie, but she went down scarfing down the food like it was ambrosia or something ridiculous. "I'll come along sometime and act offended and tell them I'm Irish! They'll love it... and if not they deserve to be called out anyway." She nodded. As far as Sandra was concerned, this was a beautiful plan. She wasn't very good at planning, though. "It's okay, just don't... pass out from hunger or cravings or something on the job." She didn't know Yeager's boss, but no boss could be happy about his delivery boy doing that.
She laughed and then wrinkled her nose at him. "It's okay. I forgive you this time," she said, as if she would hold him to some kind of unspoken promise that he would next time. That was only if there was even a next time, though, but the girl could hope. "...Well, as long as you bring me chocolates," she said after a moment, shrugging. He was joking anyway, she was almost positive at least, but she could maybe take it if he brought really good chocolates. "Pfft!" she waved her hand in his direction, a little dangerous considering the fact that she was still holding her chopsticks in it. Noting that he was still poking at the chicken, she reached over and stole some before he had a chance to react. "Seriously, do I look like I can grow chest hair?" she asked him skeptically. She was pretty sure even her brother couldn't grow chest hair (not that she knew, anyway, but then again, it wasn't like Matthew made a habit of taking shirtless pictures and posting them all up on Facebook or anything. "And puh-lease," she said, laying her imitation of his voice at that moment on thick, "You just jelly I'm an O.G."
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Apr 19, 2012 18:35:36 GMT -5
Sandra seemed incredulous that a fish could die in such a short amount of time under his care, and he actually thought about it for a moment, the last time he got a goldfish. It was a gift from his mother, a random one to boot. But he didn’t often question her, and neither did his parents. He only found out the fish had died when his father tried to revive it in the sink. Of course, it hadn’t work. He scoffed as if offended. ”Goldfish live a total of, what, three days? Probably because they commit suicide from being inside a tinyass bowl all the time.” It didn’t look like fun, and so he was quite content being born as a Water elemental. Even though in Buddhist religion they believed you were reincarnated until you reached nirvana. He didn’t know whether or not he liked the sound of that. ”Good, less responsibility on my part.” Anything that saved him from actually putting effort forth, really. A guy with big dreams should have been putting more work in, but he could never bring himself to do it. One of those ‘I’ll get to it tomorrow’ deals, and he never did. He just put everything off for as long as he could.
He nodded at her words. In actuality, any job was annoying as fuck, but people still had to do them. There was no escaping that fact of life. If you’re lucky enough, you got to do what you really wanted. In a perfect world, everyone would get to do what they wanted. But then, you wouldn’t have garbage men and custodial workers. ”Again with the responsibility thing! Jesus, I hope I’m not the only one feeding you.” The girl reminded him of a cat. Eat and sleep. That sounded pretty damn sweet to him, actually. He might not have wanted to be a goldfish, but being a cat seemed nice. ”Accusing innocent takeout orderers of racism, nothing beats it,” he said nostalgically. Hey, he enjoyed messing with people. Maybe it was in the Water student design. They were full of pranksters, after all. ”I guess I’ll just be sneaking food in my pockets, then. Bossman won’t even know.” Food was great, but he could limit himself. Working around Chinese all day was difficult though. He didn’t get it as often as some people thanks to the fact that his parents somehow always managed to cook dinner.
Yeager nodded, seeming thankful when she said that she’d forgive him. He was feeling rather full even though he hadn’t eaten too much. They always had larger portions than necessary, he could say half of it for another meal. ”Chocolates?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. ”How demanding. I’m thinking about switching teams, women are a pain.” But then again, so are men. Luke was a good enough example of that, the busybody he was. Everything in his world needed to be perfect, and Yeager was content just letting everything fall into place. He blinked when Sandra nabbed a piece of chicken, and muttered, ”Definitely switching teams, guys know better to steal food from each other.” He shook his head. ”And I don’t know your hormones. What if you’re a dude in disguise? Hm?” Yeager pointed his chopsticks at her like an accusation. At that moment he rolled his eyes. ”OG? What, Old Granny? Ostensibly Gassy?” Pff, like he was jelly of her and her OG style.
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 23, 2012 21:47:16 GMT -5
Sandra giggled. She had looked this up once, actually, a goldfish's life span, when her family had gotten some goldfish. (Damn, that had been a long time ago.) "Hey, I hear from people who know what they're talking about that goldfish live like, fifteen or twenty years or something!" Well, she wasn't sure if people on Yahoo! Answers exactly counted as "people who know what they're talking about", but hey, not everyone could have the exact same wrong information, right? In the case of Sandra's goldfish, they'd lived a pretty decent amount of years, though obviously nowhere close to fifteen or twenty. It had definitely taken longer htan a day though. "Also, how do fish commit suicide" She was sure that being in that tiny little goldfish bowl couldn't be very fun, though. "So lazy," she grumbled with a sort of long-suffering sigh, but she was just kidding. If she were at all serious, it would be pretty hypocritical. Sandra was probably many people's definition of laziness.
She stuck her tongue out at him (obviously, after making sure she'd swallowed and what-not). "Not the only one... just a really important one!" she corrected. Yeager obviously couldn't bring her leftovers every day, and she would starve if she really did just wait for him to always come around. Most of her meals were obviously eaten at the Academy, so the cooks here would do that (and they were, really, pretty damn good cooks). She occasionally went out, too, but Sandra didn't really have enough money to justify doing so all the time. If anything, she sometimes went to steal food from Matthew's apartment... something that she expected she could do much more easily and more often once she moved in with him in a few weeks or so. "You know how we do," she said, grinning cheekily. She wasn't a huge prankster, actually -- mostly she just wasn't very good at it -- but she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to mess with people, either. Of course, these opportunities apparently presented themselves much more readily to Yeager. "Don't get fired!" Other than that, she was pretty sure there was nothing wrong with sneaking food out in his pockets... except for the fact, of course, that it'd all taste like pocket, and that was kind of gross.
"You offered!" she retaliated with mock offence. Then again, even if he hadn't, she'd probably have said it anyway. "Yo, it's like, common courtesy to bring chocolates to someone when they're sick or something." She didn't know exactly why that was, considering the fact that if she were in the hospital she was pretty sure the nurses and doctors wouldn't want her to eat nothing but chocolate. Well, whatever -- they'd just have to deal with that when the day came. Luckily she'd never actually had to stay in the hospital for any extended period of time. "But I'm pretty sure guys steal food from each other all the time... and you didn't even look like you wanted it," she reasoned, nodding to confirm her own correctness (as if this somehow made it any more valid). "And I guess you'll just have to take my word for it!" She deepened her voice for that sentence, but she was sure it sounded nothing like an actual guy -- then again it would have been pretty weird if it could have. Her voice was pretty high and distinctly feminie, actually. "Original Gangster, don't front!" It was okay. She knew he was jealous deep down.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Apr 26, 2012 14:05:59 GMT -5
Sandra's words completely blew the Water boy's mind. It happened a lot with her, but really. "How in the fuck is that possible?" he said slowly, incredulously. No, he didn't think he could believe it. Not just because it meant that he was horribly, horribly incompetent, but because...they're goldfish! Gloria had had a few before and that had a pretty short life too! "You better check your facts, guy." It didn't sound right to his ears, whatsoever. He shrugged. "I don't know, maybe they stick their heads out of their bowls and suck in some air. Ever think of that?" She had a point. "Maybe that's why a lot of fish bowls don't have a lot of space or things in it. Makes it harder for them to off themselves." They could jump off those little castles, or choke themselves with the algae or whatever the fuck grew in those fancy tanks.
He shook his head, but he was smiling now. "Still not good. One of these days there's gonna be arsenic in the food I give you and I won't even know. Negligent. Just very negligent." Actually, if he gave himself a little credit, he could do things rather well. The responsibility of cleaning up a lot of messes in the house usually fell on him, and he accepted that with enough grace. However, sometimes the messes were thanks to him. And he also accepted that, since he'd be kept under house arrest by the rents. That was always fun. He was a social creature, he didn't like to be imprisoned. But that always resulted in sneaking out, now didn't it? "And we'll have to see how fed up I get before I decide whether I want to be fired or not." He was over exaggerating, of course, but sometimes he had a short fuse. Not like a Fire, those guys just had way too much testosterone in their bloodstream, but a man has his limits.
He snorted. "Yeah, chocolates for myself, homie. Gonna eat them right in front of you." He liked his fingers as if he were eating them right now, lifting his eyebrows at Sandra. He was done with the food now after the last bites, returning it to the bag so he could use it as a trashcan. Yeager held up his hand at her argument, shook his head. "No, no. Better believe we get to snapping. You never see two guys eating out, stealing food off each other's plates. That is sacrilege." In his eyes, at least. He definitely would not do that to a buddy. How terrible. But somehow, with females, it was made better. He snorted at her immitation before saying, "Ew, never mind, I take all that back." Oh god, luckily he wasn't eating anything anymore. He just leaned back in the couch and stretched out. "Mhmm," he hummed flatly when she said she was an original gangster. "You keep telling yourself that, all right?" He held a hand to his chest. "Me. I'm a pimp, myself."
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 26, 2012 23:23:42 GMT -5
Sandra didn't currently have access to the Internet, not while she was sitting here on the (pretty dang comfy) couch without any gadgets on her. Anyway, without Internet, there was no way she would be able to check her facts even if she wanted to, which she didn't, partly because she was lazy and partly because she was pretty sure she was right... Then again, she'd looked up that fact a few years ago. She didn't really know what was going on anymore. "Bro, I have that from a pretty reputable source and I'm not gonna go offending them just because you don't believe my totally legit facts!" Based on the way she was now, he probably couldn't tell that she'd been totally serious when she'd said the actual thing before, too... Oh well. She would look that up later or something if she remembered to, and then if she was right, she could rub it in his face. Score? Sandra: 1, Yeager: 0, baby. Well, that wasn't the case yet, but eventually. "Are you sure fish even die if they do that? Or are they like, magical, and they're okay again when they get back to the water?" That would be pretty boss, actually -- they'd be better than humans at least if that were the case, because getting enough water into a human's system would cause pretty guaranteed death. "That doesn't even make sense, though! Fish want to kill themselves because they're in small tanks so we put them in small tanks so that they can't kill themselves?" This seemed like much more trouble than it was worth...
Her smile seemed to grow exponentially when she saw his smile too -- happiness was definitely very infectious -- but she still managed to pull a very dorky, cross-eyed face at him. "Please tell your boss not to sneak arsenic into the extra food, even if he really doesn't like you," she instructed, shaking her head. Seriously, she was pretty sure that poisoning would be a pretty awful way to die. She supposed that even if this did happen (though she was sure it wouldn't) Yeager wouldn't really have any way of knowing, though... "And hey, I'm sure you wouldn't be fired! Don't need those customers anyway if they're jerks every time you deliver," she pointed out, knowing pretty well that what she'd said made no sense at all. The jerks would be the ones to order again later and then repeat the process all over once Yeager made another reappearance, she was pretty sure. "Though y'know, life unemployed isn't half-bad!" Okay, well, not having money was kind of lame and bad, but other than t hat, Sandra was perfectly happy! Sure, she might come to regret this laziness of hers later, but until that time, she was fine just where she was.
"Woah," she said, as if this though actually appalled her (which, to an extent, it really kind of did). "Friends don't eat chocolates in front of their friends when their friends are in the hospital dying of starvation because the other friends didn't feed them on time!!" she informed him, sounding a little bit panicky even though she wasn't in reality, but she was just kind of goofing around anyway. Actually... she kind of always was, so it was lucky she hung out with Yeager. Other people might kind of think she was weird... Then again, he probably did too, but was just more okay with it than the general population. "We're not exactly out and these aren't exactly plates," she pointed out, indicating the now empty paper box. She couldn't really have helped it, though -- a pair of chopsticks was just the prime utensil for stealing food from other people. "See. This is what I thought," she said with the tone of someone who was always extremely reasonable and logical. "I will and you'll all start to believe it, don't worry." She giggled and prodded him in the chest with her index finger as he held his hand there. "Sure, sure. You never struck me as the pimp type though!"
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Apr 27, 2012 17:42:49 GMT -5
Yeager squinted his eyes and pursed his lips. Then he shook his head, his curls surprisingly staying in place. He didn’t use hairspray, as some may have believed, the fact that it was a tangled mess up there kept it pretty sturdy. ”All right, you wanna keep your source in anonimity, but I’m gonna do a little Google search to find this out.” And he’d most likely do it while he was supposed to be working on other things, like school or chores. It was a perfect excuse to slack off even more than he already did. He should have told her that she was a bad influence to him. Magical fish. Only you, Sandra. ”Are you willing to commit to a urine test, because I’m pretty sure you’re on some strong shit.” Did he want to know what went on in her mind? Honestly, yes. But then again, it seemed like it might be a scary place to go digging into, full of teddy bears and hot sauce. His mouth went agape like a fish himself and he said, ”Damn, girl, I just made a paradox. Gonna rip a hole into the space-time continium.” He stopped himself before he tried to explore more of the goldfish’s psyche. He must have spent too much time around Robert, the man was rubbing off on him.
He looked at her shiftily for a moment, before turning and looking at the room, the chairs, anywhere else. Then he looked at her again before once more turning his face. He wouldn’t meet Sandra’s eyes until he said, ”I’m not at liberty to divulge that information. I plead the fifth.” Nah, the big bossman wasn’t that bad. Though he was sure the man would like to do it to some customers. His temper, sometimes Yeager had to wonder if he may have been a Fire. It was something to think about, the fact that you could talk to someone so much, be friends with them for years, and not know if they’re an elemental or not. It kept him on his toes, sometimes. He liked to wonder at it whenever he talked to someone outside the Academy. ”Speaking of jerks, I simply adore the people who order shit tons of food to someone else’s house to confuse the shit out of them.” He rolled his eyes. ”Pranks like that are fun unless you’re the person delivering.” The people who ordered the food certainly didn’t pay, so sometimes the boss got angry enough to make Yeager pay out of his own pocket. ”I can see why some people hate us.” Water elementals, man.
He blinked, counting the amount of times that the girl said ‘friend’. ”Douche bags do, though,” he said, nodding his head along with this claim. ”And hey, never said I was a good friend who did nice things.” Because he’s a liar. In a joking way, of course. Even in serious situation, he was one to crack a joke. Robert called it a defense mechanism, and Yeager liked to rebut that argument with the fact falling pack on his phD in psychology was also a defense mechanism. Yes, he could be a difficult person to deal with. ”But I’ll be nice. Chocolates for you then. Whatevs.” He could do that. Not that big of an asshole. She contradicted him and he sighed. ”That’s besides the point,” he told her, flicking her forehead. ”You know what, I’m not even going to make points with you anymore.” She went her own way, did her own thing. He brushed off his shirt after she prodded him and yawned. ”Not impressed,” He leaned back and slid down the couch until he was practically sliding off. ”And now I’m tired and I don’t want to sleep.” Always a horrible dilemma.
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 29, 2012 0:19:35 GMT -5
Sandra nodded and hoped she looked trustworthy enough to believe on this one, but it was hard to say whether or not it was working really. It probably wasn't. She wasn't the type that people should usually trust on this kind of thing, but considering that she had taken a vested interest in that goldfish when they'd gotten it, she was pretty sure that she had this one right. Maybe their average lifepsan wasn't fifteen years or something, but there was definitely potential there. Yeager (and everyone else, herself included) just had to take better care of their pets or something! "Fine, I will! And my source definitely wasn't Yahoo! Answers or anything. Nope," she said, trying to deadpan at him but failing miserably as her face cracked into the typical grin instead. "I'm kind of offended you don't trust me!" Jeez, it was like he was Matthew or something (only not really at all). "If I'm on anything, it was probably because your restaurant spiked their food with something, so unless you want to be held liable for that..."
Damn, did Yeager look suspicious, though. She was pretty sure that if she were a cop, she would have arrested him on the spot... so it was probably a lucky thing for him that she wasn't and she wouldn't. Well, she figured she wouldn't yet, anyway. Maybe one day she'd be a police officer and then she could roll up to his house and arrest him on charges of sneaking arsenic into the food... or at least knowingly delivering it to her. Then again, she supposed, if this had really happened and she had eaten it, she wouldn't live long enough to become a police officer, that was for sure. She'd probably also have forgotten by that time even if she did make it. "I'm pretty sure you are and you just won't," she pointed out, narrowing her eyes like this was one of those TV shows and she was playing bad cop (good cop was probably watching through that little one-way window or something). "Talk now, punk!" Yeah, okay -- Sandra would make a very bad officer. She hoped people never entrusted her with the task of keeping the streets safe or something, because she'd do a really awful job. "Oh. I'd probably eat it anyway," she said, head cocked to one side as if this were serious. "Unless I was like, really really full or something. I mean someone already went to the trouble of ordering it! I can probably dish out the money for it or something." This was probably an opinion unique only to Sandra, though. "Why, because they're jealous? I'd be jealous too." She laughed.
She wouldn't have described Yeager as a douchebag, really, but maybe more of a troll or a prankster or something. It was, in some weird way, something that she found incredibly endearing in her friend, not that she'd ever tell him this because he'd just use it as an excuse, or milk it, or something. She wasn't going to let his ego get that big, no thanks. What were friends for, anyway? "Pfft, you're not a douchebag." She reconsidered this phrase, then added after a small pause, "Not a huge one, anyway!" This probably didn't make it actually any better, but ah well. That was that. "Yeah! You're the best," she said with another laugh. She was going to hold him to that statement, too -- it was always nice to know that, should she ever wind up in the hospital for an extended period of time, someone would be bringing her chocolates. That said, she'd hope that people were bringing them anyways if they even knew a single thing about her... She'd probably cry if the nurses didn't allow her to have hot sauce with all that hospital food, though. "Hmph, then don't! Don't need you anyway," she said, crossing her arms and turning her nose away stubornly, but she turned back almost immediately when she noticed him sliding down... down... down on the couch. Somehow he was still on it, but man, that was quite the balancing act. "Me either. Yeeeeager," she whined, flopping over too so that she was half on his shoulder as she semi-laid and semi-sat on the couch. "I'm tired!"
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