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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Feb 16, 2013 21:59:14 GMT -5
 with the voltage running through her skin Mona didn't have a lot of time to herself anymore, even during the summer. She usually took charge in watching the kids, which caused more fights with her sister than it was worth. As she worked on the ice cream cone she'd gotten, she thought about the latest one with anger pulsing through her. Everything Pearl had said was true, of course, the yells of being irresponsible and washed up and things that cut right to the Thunder girl's core. She didn't want to be the things her sister accused her of, because she used to be the one to trust. She used to be the one cleaning up after everyone, getting them together, and now she was no better than a slacker teenager that had nothing to offer.
So she left the house, once again neglecting her family out of spite. Only when she reached the ice cream place, thinking about just how stupid she was acting did she feel bad. Bad enough to want to cry, because her emotions were so unstable that she couldn't predict herself anymore. Feeling the emotion rise up in her throat, she'd found the bathroom and locked herself in a stall, running her fingers through the frizzy mane she called hair. It smelled bad. She hated herself. And why was every day like this now? Why couldn't she just get her shit together? "Fuck," she yelled as she kicked the stall door before opening and finding another woman in the bathroom staring at her. She looked grimly at her, casting her eyes over to the mirrors for a moment to look at her red face before walking out of the bathroom.
She'd gotten the cone, just chocolate like she used to get when she came with her siblings, and sat down outside in the summer heat, an umbrella over the table being the only thing to protect her from the sun. Her pale skin had always been particularly sensitive, and she remembered one time after she'd gone to the lake she ended up burnt all over so that Pearl had to rub aloe on her every day. The majority of time she just laid out on her stomach on top of her bed. And Pearl had stayed with her, knowing her sister had been miserable. Her chest ached, and she looked to the side as she felt more emotion suffocate her. You're a fucking mess, she chastised herself. She shouldn't have been like this. It had been a year since her mother died. Why didn't she pull it together like she was supposed to? She'd been the glue of this family and now...
She looked sadly at her cone for a moment, watching the soft serve drip down over her fingers. As she looked up, though, someone about to enter caught her interest. "Hey!" she called out. Crooking her finger in the international symbol for 'come hither', she said, "Come here. I've got a bone to pick with you." She recognized this kid (Co-something or other) but did she actually have a bone to pick? No, she really didn't, but that was not the point in what she was about to do.
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Post by colbygraves on Feb 17, 2013 0:03:31 GMT -5
 
"Beth, really? I know your ice cream tastes have not changed that dramatically." Colby said, walking down the sidewalk towards the ice cream parlor. It was something they used to do frequently, but now that it was summer they were sort of getting back into the ruitine. His sister was in her ninth grade year at the academy, and she was a thunder elemental. She was different than a lot of the other thunders though, at least towards him. But they were blood, and they had always been close. Their elements had nothing to do with that. At least he hoped not.
"Just because I prefer chocolate over vanilla now doesn't mean I'm a whole different person. You make it sound like the world is ending." His sister Beth piped up, in an almost irritated sounding tone. Colby had problems with things changing. And vanilla to chocolate was a pretty dramatic change. "Well I just mean... couldn't you have settled for something .. more.. in the middle? Like Strawberry? Or Mint? Vanilla and Chocolate are just like.. mortal enemies..." He said, shrugging his shoulders, his hands in his pockets.
" You need help, brother. I love you but you really need help." And she probably had a point. He probably did need help. He was weird. He hated change. He couldn't talk to anybody without losing his wits. Even though it was summer he was still wearing the same basic thing he wore all year round. Dark jeans, a plaid shirt, and a beanie cap. It was just his thing. Why change fashion that worked for you? even though it did tend to get him beat up. Or maybe it was his curly hair. Or his dirty shoes. He was a foster kid, he really didn't have much money to spend on clothes and the like anyways. At least he was with his grand mother and his two younger sisters. He missed his brother but at the same time he really didn't.
As they were about to walk inside, he heard a voice. He turned to see somebody who didn't look that familiar, so he just blinked a few times. "Well, I'm going inside." Beth piped up, glancing at Mona before walking inside. "A..Bone? W-with..me?" Colby said, looking around to make sure he was the one she was talking to. But he was the only one here. "Uh..Oh..kay." He said, feeling his heart rate already speed up in his chest as he slowly started walking towards her. This can't be good. What did I do? Did I offend her? Oh god maybe I went to her house when I was sleep walking. Did I accidently kidnap her in a dream once? Oh god. Oh God. Oh God. His own thoughts were probably scaring him enough. He walked over to stand across the table from her, letting his eyes wander slightly. "W-what did I d-do?"
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Feb 18, 2013 18:37:48 GMT -5
with the voltage running through her skin The moment this kid opened his mouth, she was annoyed. He had a stuttering issue, like he couldn't get his words out right. Ugh, people. She supposed her real annoyance toward this poor boy would only help her in this situation. There was a reason she picked him out, called him over. It certainly wasn't because she wanted to have a pleasant little conversation with him. The day she spoke kindly to a stranger would be the day a blizzard came to California. No, this was not her being nice or outgoing, and she had a feeling this gawky kid knew that. Probably my age, she thought as she watched the girl he had been with walk into the shop, leaving him to the Thunder elemental.
And she looked at him hard and judgmental as if he wasn't worth her time. He looked as awkward as he sounded, and while she might have felt bad before she got it in her head that she should only care about herself, now she just studied him with scorn. It would be easy, she knew that by the concern in his expression, in his voice. That made her feel powerful, large and in charge, and that's what she needed as of late.
'Oh, you don't remember?" she drawled, leaning back before she went around the table to stand in front of her. Some of her intimidation was lost in the fact that she held an ice cream cone, but the glint in her stormy eyes could not be missed. "You don't remember knocking into me and getting my shit all over in the mess hall before break?" She snorted, shaking her head. "Of course, I figured you'd be stupid enough not to remember." Crossing one arm over her chest, she looked at him coldly. She knew exactly where she was going with this, what she wanted from him, and it was only a matter of getting him to cooperate.
Mona slid her gaze up and down him, as if judging him by every inch of his appearance. She hoped he quailed. "So what are you gonna do to make up for it?" She waited for a stammered reply. Judging by his averting of her gaze, he was painfully shy or just socially awkward. Either way, she couldn't stand that type of person so she couldn't feel bad for what she was saying to him.
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Post by colbygraves on Feb 18, 2013 22:54:53 GMT -5
Confrontation was something that the 16 year old Colby Graves spent a very large majority of his life trying to avoid. He hated if anybody was mad at him or had any negetive feelings toward him at all, really. That was just who he was. He didn't have the ability to really hate anybody, either. Even the people who picked on him, bullied him. He forgave them. Figured everybody had their reasons. everybody had their own issues and he was just the one they took it out on. Even if he didn't enjoy it, he couldn't really complain because he wouldn't fight back. He could if he really tried, probably. But he wouldn't have it in him to fight somebody. He didn't even like hunting because he couldn't shoot anything. That being said, he isn't a vegeterian, he just doesn't want to hurt anything himself.
Except spiders. Those fuckers need to die a terrible death.
The look this girl was giving him made him feel absolutely uneasy. She was looking at him like she just wanted to rip his insides ouit and feed them to Hannibal Lector. He wasn't even sure if he blinked a few times while he caught her scornful gaze. His heart rate was beating faster than a racehorse on steroids and he didn't know what to do. But it was probably nothing. He always got himself worked up about nothing. She didn't seem like she could be too mean. Okay, maybe she did, with the scornful judgemental gaze she was giving him, but he would always tr to see the best in people. There was a little bit of good in everyone somewhere, right? He was a hopeless optimist, at least he tried to be. In reality he hated everything, but he wouldn't ever show that or let his brain conjure up thoughts of that nature.
And then she started speaking and his heart stopped beating. Not in a romantic love at first sight type thing, either. More like a 'oh shit I'm going to die today' type way. Did those things happen? Yes. At least to him. Daily. He was surprised he hadn't had a heart attack yet. "I...U..Uh...Er..." He started to stutter out, blinking rapidly and trying to get his brain to send coherant thoughts and words to his mouth. "I'm... S-sorry. I..No..I don't r-remember d-d..doing that..." He got out, finally. His heart was pounding in his ears at this point. He wasn't sure if this was even real or a nightmare at his point.
It didn't really hurt him at all when she called him stupid. He was used to that, but it still made him flinch slightly. But he wouldn't fight back. he wouldn't retaliate. He would just take the insults like they were the most normal things in the world. Probably because for him, they were. At least she wasn't trying to throw him in a dumpster. Because that, by far, was the worst. "I.. Uh.. W-what do you.. w..want me to..do?" He replied, trying to take a few deep breaths to steady his icey breathing. "I could... b-buy you... ice cream.. or.. s-something? " Though he was getting the feeling that wasn't what she was going for, that's what he could say. Ice cream made everything better, right?
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Feb 21, 2013 23:26:13 GMT -5
with the voltage running through her skin She wanted to punch him. Really hard, as a matter of fact. Once upon a time, she had a great deal of tolerance for people. She could hold a conversation, smile for the duration of it, and compliment someone after with the promise of talking again. Fragments of the person she used to be came back all the time, reminding her, forcing the guilt down her throat so that she didn't know how to breathe anymore. She hated herself so much, and she couldn't do anything about it and she wanted to take it out on everyone around her. That was the psychology of it, wasn't it? The thought came bitter-tasting, something she didn't want to acknowledge. Because that wasn't all of it. It couldn't be.
In any case, no matter how she felt about herself, she knew she didn't like...Colby. That was his name! What kind of name was Colby anyway, no wonder she couldn't remember it. "It's English, not that hard fucktard," she told him in a deadpan tone after he said that he didn't remember what had happened. He stuttered to the point of incoherence, she barely listened to half of what he said. Why did people have to be so annoying around her, it really was not that hard to get words out and she'd never heard anyone fail with the English language so bad. The girl began to wonder if this was even real. "But whatever, figured you'd be too dumb to remember." She took a finger and pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear, giving him a withering look.
Then it was another round of stuttering, more of her dead-eyed look. She hated this kid. She didn't even know him and she hated him. There was no in-between for Mona, no "well they may be all right." There was only love and hate and Colby landed himself at the far end of the spectrum. "Yeah I don't think ice cream is gonna make it up to me, babe," she said, nodding her head to the cone dripping in her hand. She took a few more licks from it as she pretended considering what he could do to make it up to her. "Mmm, how much money do you have?" She phrased it as if she was asking out of pure curiosity.
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Post by colbygraves on Feb 23, 2013 2:26:33 GMT -5
Colby didn't want to be so awkward around people. He was finding that the more people he was around, the weirder he got. He really didn't want to be. But they made him nervous. Maybe if he could learn to talk without a stutter, he wouldn't be made fun of to the point of getting bullied. Or if he just learned to hold his own. But the thought of retaliating and possibly injuring something was kind of a scary thought. He wouldn't be able to ever punch somebody without feeling so guilty he would probably be reduced to tears. Or just a blubbering mess.
He was embarrassed about his stutter. It wasn't something that most people thought cute or adorable or anything. Sometimes maybe in a 'this kid is so awkward he should have his own reality show' way, but that wasn't good either. "I...." He started, before blinking as she spoke. Yeah, she definitely wasn't a plesent person to be around. Thunder maybe? Or maybe a fire? Something with a temper. Or maybe she was just having a bad day. He was used to being the victum of peoples bad days. He was a door mat, it just happened. And he never fought back. Ever. Even when he was little and his brother would pick on him. "S-sorry..." He muttered, looking down and not making eye contact with her.
He already felt inferior. A normal human probably would have said something back. But her eyes were almost frightening. She really gave off an intense aura of... well, anger. it wasn't that hard to figure out. Had he actually done that to her? If he had he was already feeling guilty about it. He took a deep breath before trying to speak again, trying to control his nervous stuttering. "B-but doesn't... I-ice cream m-make everything b-better?" He said, offering her the most normal smile he could muster, before it fading as she spoke again. " I uh. Er. I - have ab-about t-ten d-dollars. W-why?" He got that nervous clammy feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He hadn't ever actually gotten his lunch money taken from him - that was just something that happened in movies, right? Everybody has some good deep down inside...
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Post by MONA FAITH LANDRY on Mar 1, 2013 5:01:35 GMT -5
with the voltage running through her skin The part of Mona with compassion and common sense felt sorry when the kid apologized. It wanted her to say that it was whatever, wave it off, to drop this whole act and be better. The part of her that had built up defenses to never let this part reign over her again asked her why she should have pity on him? Why did he deserve her caring, her kindness? What can you do for me? That's what she always asked herself when it came to other people. What would she get out of being kind? Because it certainly wouldn't be self-satisfaction.
"Whatever."
That's what he got. All he got. The part of Mona that didn't care about how she affected anyone else. She didn't have to do anything for this guy. And what's more, she got more of a kick out of manipulating him then she would have patting him on the head and buying him a cone. Because this was she would get what she wanted, the universe would work in her favor. She wouldn't have anything if she didn't take it for herself, even if it meant taking from a stranger who didn't know any better. A stranger so meek and kind that he let himself be push around by her.
When he spoke of ice cream making everything better, Mona gave him the most withering look she could muster, one full of darkness and the plain truth that no, ice cream did not make anything better. He had the innocence of a child, and she envied that like she envied her younger siblings. She used to be that way. Instead, she just responded to his question. Being inherently cruel may not have been the best way to win him over and convince him to do what she wanted, but it was her natural personality. She couldn't change that, wouldn't change it for anyone. "Slow, too, you're just the whole package." Mona took another lick of her ice cream cone before going on. "I want your money, dude." Simple as that. She lifted her hand, palm up, waiting expectantly for him to retrieve his wallet or wherever this kid kept his money.
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