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Post by rola on Sept 12, 2012 15:02:54 GMT -5
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"Come on Barbie lets go party. Ah ah ah yeah! Come on Barbie lets go party. Oooo ah ooo ah!" This person was clearly loud, would disrupt anybody trying to do anything of importance and, quite possibly, wonderfully insane. Then again, whomever this was had the audacity to believe that frolicking around the garden was exercising. After all, one could reasonably assume working out was the aim. This woman was wearing pink biker shorts, a white shirt with the words "Smack-A-Hoe Tribal Leader" sprawled out across the front in black and pink running shoes.
I GOT BRONCHITIS! AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!
That was the ringtone of a phone. This woman was barely able to hear the cellular device blaring. She stopped and removed one of the ear buds connected to a MP3 player. "You tell 'em Sweet Brown!" That was the reference to the origin of the tone. She answered the phone. The conversation began quickly. Her mouth began moving at a break neck pace.
"What up homes?" That was the question she answered the phone with. On the other end was a telemarketer. "Ms. Collins?" This was Rola Collins. Not shocking was the behavior she displayed. "Uh, yeah? Who is this?" she asked.
"Ma'am, are you currently satisfied with your automobile coverage?" Rola frowned. She knew this was a sales pitch. "How do you people do this? You find women all the time. Seriously, I want to hire you. If you can find girls all the time then that's a skill I'd gladly pay for," she said. By this time a whole Vanilla Ice song was playing and was nearing the end. "Seriously? Would you be willing to pay if we could do that?" was the return question. "NO! I was kidding!"
Before she hung the phone up she recited the parting lines of Mr. Ice. "Word to your mother," she said. Rola pressed the end button on the touch screen device.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Sept 12, 2012 15:44:54 GMT -5
thomas knew better by now. he was a responsible guy. he was an upstanding citizen. he even wore flattering italian cut suits like the one he wore today. he didn't need to get so dressed up to teach a bunch of college students falling asleep at their desks, but he liked to think that he looked fly. and he did. the man could also teach up a fucking storm. okay, so maybe he was more of a hardass on his students than he should be, but they were adults and he refused to coddle them. he'd make his jokes but he wasn't about to be the beloved professor that taught them all life lessons to remember him for. he taught calculus. you didn't get many life lessons from that.
and being this awesome, hardass professor he knew better than to be coming to work in the morning with red eyes and a goofy grin. it was easy to tell what had gone on, and he didn't bother to tell any students laughing to shut up. his friend had been evicted from his apartment and was currently staying with him. said friend had a lot of things that tom liked to do. said friend was not responsible to think hey man, maybe you shouldn't be smoking when you have work! not that tom was very easily influenced, he just had some vices. because this did not happen often, he cut himself some slack. and hopefully, since he was friends with a lot of the staff at the school, they would also cut him slack and not report him.
after his morning classes (they went relatively well considering he might have gone off topic and started speaking about pompadours for a few of them) he found himself in the garden. everything smelled very good, and starving as he was the flowers were looking awfully tasty. but he reminded himself he had food at home, and those nice little earth students would not appreciate a professor coming by and snacking on their hard work. he had to wonder how they did it. he just had his snazzy wind currents, he could push and pull things, but that was about it. they could grow shit! he thought that was pretty awesome. he laughed to himself as he thought about it, the students watering their plants and making them all different colors just because they could. He was supremely jealous.
but then he heard a familiar voice, and that snapped him out of his little world back into the one that had other people in it. the man followed it until he came upon a familiar woman, ms. collins. professor collins. rola. r-dub. he pointed to her shirt, his other hand in the pocket of his trousers. "ma'am, i don't think that shirt is school appropriate," he said with the best authoritative voice. it was clear that he was not in his right mind, even though tom looked his usual, handsome self. he scoffed. how could he even stop being handsome?
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Post by rola on Sept 12, 2012 18:11:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. "Please don't music! Please don't stop the music!" Her singing had no stopping point. Rhianna always got her pumped. For some reason she couldn't just go to a gym because the motivation would not be present. There was just something about organized exercising that just didn't have the appeal that she needed. It appeared that doing crazy stuff was the best calorie burning tool she possessed. If somebody checked her body it was hard to argue that she wasn't successful with this method. Rola figured that she was insane so she might as well channel that insanity in positive ways.
The continuing dancing and random running really made her appear to be weirder than what some imagined Rola to be. She leaped into the air from time to time and kicked her feet all ballerina-like. Rola was reminded that she was not a ballerina when she tripped over her own feet upon landing one of these fluttering kick leaps. The ear buds were dislodged from her ears. Her rear end was stinging with pain. This was just a memo from whatever dancing deities that may have existed for her to stop butchering such a wonderful form of dance.
"Ow, ow, ow!" She stood up and rubbed her bum. Her head turned. Rola did something she didn't want to do. The one thing about her that some people knew was that the greatest part about her was her control over the wind element. However, even a great elemental had their faults. At times, given the right situation, people like Rola had a tendency of letting power slip out in the most inconvenient of situations. A few flowers were blown away upon her contact with the ground when she fell. The extent of the damage wasn't noticed at first. But closer examination was made. If Rola had that outburst of compact wind and that strike were any lower she might have destroyed a good bit of the garden. This was a time to quit while she still had a job.
Rola scratched her head. She stole a line from one of her favorite television characters in Steve Urkel. "Ehhhhh, did I do that?" she asked aloud. Yes Rola. You did that. She was going to clean it up but it was too easy to blame it on one of the students. After all, the chances of a staff member being blamed for this versus a youngster was a bit whacked in terms of probability.
Oh, but there was a problem; Thomas. She could have done a backflip in surprise upon him entering the fray. Rola did her typical shifty eye routine with her eyes going from left to right rapidly. Her pupils were the focal point of control in order to create an invisible wind broom that was sweeping up the loose soil in an attempt to cover up what she just did. Most had problems controlling powers even at her level. Why she would want to hide something when this was nothing more than an accident was a mystery.
A comment about her shirt was made. This was Rola's opportunity to ramble about a subject in order to draw attention away from what she had just done. Then again, she talked a lot even when she wasn't screwing up. All she had to do was be herself. "Look, sweetheart, I know what this is. I know you want to come out here and be big, bad and rad little man. But do you really think that when some of our female students end up middle aged with a million and one kids and showing up as guests on television talk shows they'll actually point out this shirt as the reason why their lives never turned out great? Really? Is that what you're trying to suggest?"
There were those shifty eyes again. Rola couldn't see what she was sweeping. She was hoping Thomas would believe that a few stray winds were out and about. However, this was a relatively clear day. Not many winds would have been naturally present. She was hoping he didn't read weather reports. "Besides, don't you have a herpes ridden girlfriend to make babies with?" she asked as a joke. She loved to make fun of his good looks and female attention.
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Post by rola on Sept 12, 2012 18:12:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. "Please don't music! Please don't stop the music!" Her singing had no stopping point. Rhianna always got her pumped. For some reason she couldn't just go to a gym because the motivation would not be present. There was just something about organized exercising that just didn't have the appeal that she needed. It appeared that doing crazy stuff was the best calorie burning tool she possessed. If somebody checked her body it was hard to argue that she wasn't successful with this method. Rola figured that she was insane so she might as well channel that insanity in positive ways.
The continuing dancing and random running really made her appear to be weirder than what some imagined Rola to be. She leaped into the air from time to time and kicked her feet all ballerina-like. Rola was reminded that she was not a ballerina when she tripped over her own feet upon landing one of these fluttering kick leaps. The ear buds were dislodged from her ears. Her rear end was stinging with pain. This was just a memo from whatever dancing deities that may have existed for her to stop butchering such a wonderful form of dance.
"Ow, ow, ow!" She stood up and rubbed her bum. Her head turned. Rola did something she didn't want to do. The one thing about her that some people knew was that the greatest part about her was her control over the wind element. However, even a great elemental had their faults. At times, given the right situation, people like Rola had a tendency of letting power slip out in the most inconvenient of situations. A few flowers were blown away upon her contact with the ground when she fell. The extent of the damage wasn't noticed at first. But closer examination was made. If Rola had that outburst of compact wind and that strike were any lower she might have destroyed a good bit of the garden. This was a time to quit while she still had a job.
Rola scratched her head. She stole a line from one of her favorite television characters in Steve Urkel. "Ehhhhh, did I do that?" she asked aloud. Yes Rola. You did that. She was going to clean it up but it was too easy to blame it on one of the students. After all, the chances of a staff member being blamed for this versus a youngster was a bit whacked in terms of probability.
Oh, but there was a problem; Thomas. She could have done a backflip in surprise upon him entering the fray. Rola did her typical shifty eye routine with her eyes going from left to right rapidly. Her pupils were the focal point of control in order to create an invisible wind broom that was sweeping up the loose soil in an attempt to cover up what she just did. Most had problems controlling powers even at her level. Why she would want to hide something when this was nothing more than an accident was a mystery.
A comment about her shirt was made. This was Rola's opportunity to ramble about a subject in order to draw attention away from what she had just done. Then again, she talked a lot even when she wasn't screwing up. All she had to do was be herself. "Look, sweetheart, I know what this is. I know you want to come out here and be big, bad and rad little man. But do you really think that when some of our female students end up middle aged with a million and one kids and showing up as guests on television talk shows they'll actually point out this shirt as the reason why their lives never turned out great? Really? Is that what you're trying to suggest?"
There were those shifty eyes again. Rola couldn't see what she was sweeping. She was hoping Thomas would believe that a few stray winds were out and about. However, this was a relatively clear day. Not many winds would have been naturally present. She was hoping he didn't read weather reports. "Besides, don't you have a herpes ridden girlfriend to make babies with?" she asked as a joke. She loved to make fun of his good looks and female attention.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Sept 12, 2012 19:23:00 GMT -5
by the time thomas came to the scene, rola was already on the ground with her ipod. any other time, this would have been insanely weird. what kind of professor behaved like this? rather, what kind of adult behaved like this? it was ridiculous, but at this point bacon could be falling from the sky and he would have looked up with an easy smile and opened his mouth to collect it all. hell, bacon rain was a very good thing and he wasn't about to deny any of it. but this, rola on the ground, was not as enjoyable as bacon rain. it was close and it was funny. for a moment, tom wondered how his other friends would have reacted to him. he was sure they'd seen him high at least once, the one that he saw off of school grounds at least. logan would probably just accept it because really, high tom was another facet of tom, the weird guy who really liked his couches.
he didn't think anything of the situation, though it seemed that rola was being cagey. he could at least notice this, even though his drug induced haze. a perceptive man by nature, this didn't change even when his friend came to stay with him. he went through different possibilities of why she'd be acting this way, not remembering the glimpses of her dancing like she was alone. in a public place. were there security cameras around? he didn't think so, not in a castle.
and then she was speaking, way too many words for tom to decipher. he stood there, blinking as he sorted through them in his head. there was a pause as she made her last statement, and he spent that moment staring at her. lifting a finger to point at the shirt, he said, "i'm implying that hoe is a bad word." that was all he meant by it! sober, he might have laughed and said she was a wackjob, he might have given her an incredulous look. but then again, sober this likely would not have happened. upon approach, he would have given her an actual greeting. after that he may have made comment on her shirt, but definitely not before. he liked to think he was a gentleman, even when he had his douchey moments.
he would have been ashamed to admit that at first, her comment confused him. but i don't have a boyfriend. ganja did wonderful things to the mind, that it did. then he got that it was a joke, and a long drawn out laugh came from his lips before he became alarmingly serious. "my girlfriend doesn't have herpes." then, tilting his head to the side as if considering, he said, "as a matter of fact, i don't have a girlfriend." not that he could remember. well, he would remember something like that even while like this. it wasn't like his memory suddenly disappeared and he couldn't remember his significant other.
he shook his head slowly as if to clear it before asking her, "what were you doing on the floor?" his words came out slower than usual, drawn out as if he was trying to make a statement. really, it was just the bran trying to churn ideas out, but everything went so slow. it was a nice pace, much nicer than usual.
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Post by rola on Sept 12, 2012 20:45:19 GMT -5
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The more this man talked the more there was something not quite right about him. Then again, there was a chance this guy was high so often to the point where one couldn't tell the difference anyways. The funny part about this man and the reason why she actually liked him as a person was that he was similar to Rola in her opinion. Thomas was the version of herself that was normal and she was so crazy to the point where she always appeared to be the one who was doped up. She couldn't fight back a smile with just his presence. No matter how much she didn't want him to be here and no matter how much him being here was an inconvenience the man was just difficult to dislike.
It was well noted that this woman was horribly gay. She liked women and nothing was going to change that. However, she did have a habit of touching her male counterparts in ways that would suggest fondness. Rola hoped she made her preference clear enough to everybody. Her arm went around his neck and a forearm rested on the back of Thomas' neck. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. She saw him as a friend. The kiss was an innocent gesture that she was only kidding about the herpes comment. She hoped he wasn't offended. Rola knew she had the ability to put her foot into her mouth.
"If you weren't so damn adorable I'd tie barbed wire around your little neck, tie the other end to a giraffe and toss you from the tallest building I could," she joked. Rola giggled. She thought he was cute. In fact, this friendship could have easily been misinterpreted for genuine affection. If there was a man she'd date Thomas would have to be the guy. However, as mentioned before, trying to get her to be with a man was like trying to have intercourse with a shadow. It just wasn't going to happen. Still this guy had everything that she loved. The lack of huge muscle build was nice. A carefree attitude was a lovely addition. Oh, and the fact that he never seemed to take her seriously made Thomas appear to be a god-send.
The Apple product of a music player was stuff into her pocket. "Tommy dearest while I do love you like a brother who I want to suffocate with a pillow I do wonder if you were watching me all pervert style. If you were I don't mind. But I will insist on you taking pictures next time. Can't be a stalker without pictures," she continued to joke. She knew he wasn't a stalker. Rola also realized that she might have been just a little bit too loud and her friends, like Thomas, were needed to bring her silly self back down to planet Earth.
"So, no girlfriend still? I'll be your girlfriend for a day. Deal?" she suggested. This was a horrible joke. It would be questionable why Thomas would claim her as a family pet let alone a fictional romantic partner.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Sept 14, 2012 17:26:06 GMT -5
tom reacted calmly to the show of affection, the kiss on his cheek. for one, he was pretty mellowed out. for another, he knew her and also knew that she wasn't interested in him. if she was, he wouldn't be having any problem. she was sexy, even though she was a weirdo, but he appreciated that in a girl. as long as it wasn't absurdly weird, like having a collection of severed heads in the freezer. he didn't think he would be able to stay with a woman who was also a serial killer. there were slim chances of that working out, especially because he'd be on the phone with the police soon after. seeing as this was gay rola, though, he knew not to take the arm around his neck and the lips against his skin as a sign that she was interested. he only gave her a small half hug, along with one of his easy laughs.
unfortunately, the very sexy rola was playing very bad mind games with tom. he probably should not have been talking to her when he was this messed up, because she was just a crazy chick. his next laugh sounded nervous, as if he was considering that possibility. "but...but you wouldn't right?" he said, his eyes shifting around as if afraid that he'd find a giraffe around. usually he was not so suspicious. usually, he would understand that what she was threatening was very impossible. usually he wasn't stone as fuck. "but thanks for the compliment, though i prefer 'dashing' to 'adorable'. i guess i'll take what i can get." it wasn't like he was for lack of compliments. a lot of women apparently liked his looks, and he was appreciative of that fact. after a while he'd come to take it for granted sometimes, but there were moments when he realized a lot of unfortunate looking people out there would kill to be attractive. he believed it was in the genes--his father was handsome too. did that make him full of himself? he was a prideful man, so he saw nothing wrong with confidence.
when rola accused him of stalking, tom just poked her in the stomach as if reprimanding her for accusing him of something like that. "hey, i was just interested in the distant person who appeared to be doing the cabbage patch. in the garden." he giggled after saying that, realizing the correlation between plants. yes, giggled, as in a schoolgirl after being complimented. "and whose to say i didn't take pictures? i guess you'll find out when i end up blackmailing you." what could he blackmail her for, though? he really didn't need anything. except a girlfriend. which she definitely could not provide for him, unless she had straight friends that wouldn't mind hooking up with him.
however, despite how obviously she was kidding, he had a momentary surprise when she said she could be his girlfriend. then he caught on like the good, smart professor he was and laughed. he was doing that a lot now, just full of laughs and giggles. he pushed his hands into his pockets and leaned back as if considering her offer. "will i get laid, though? because i'm pretty sure that you don't like what i got." his mind didn't censor his ponderings over what went on in her relationships with other girls. a sort of lecherous grin spread across his features, and he appeared to look far off for a moment. "but yeah, you'd be a hot girlfriend," he said, snapping back at attention. because it was totally a serious offer and all.
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