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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 22, 2011 19:18:40 GMT -5
Country clubs had been a regular part of Joshua's childhood. With rich parents who didn't believe in letting a nanny raise their child for them, he'd constantly been dragged off to the most boring of social gatherings in these places. It was at these places he'd often been shoved with a few of the kids his own age and been told to play nice, which had usually led to the small groups of children to sit alone and complain as they waited for their parents to return. In youth Josh had usually opted to bring a book to such places, knowing that he'd be much better off reading than trying to socialise. Now, however, was a different story. He yawned and slipped his sunglasses over his eyes, listening to his father talking to one of his colleagues about expanding the hospital and possible plans to open up another one in a different city. Though Donovan was a doctor by trade he was a businessman by upbringing, so his son supposed it was only natural he wanted to expand his reach. But it wasn't very interesting to sit and listen to them droning on about it. At least the alcohol wasn't too cheap. He was nineteen now, legal drinking age for British Columbia at last. It helped to take the edge off of the fact that there were a few other select places he'd rather be. Her lips twitching in amusement, she nodded at the beer in his hand. "Are you tipsy, Joshua?" Her voice had meant to sound teasing, but he could tell she was seriously worried about his level of intoxication. She'd left for a moment to talk to her girlfriends, and it was only natural she'd be worried--she'd never witnessed her son drink before. His birthday hadn't been that long ago. What a birthday it had been, indeed. Joshua didn't want to think about it. "Not even close," he groaned in complaint. "This is my first." It was only halfway finished. "I can hold my liquor better than that, Mum." She fixed him with a stern and scolding look, but seemed to decide on leaving it there.
"I know this is boring, sweetheart--"
"Don't worry about it," he reassured her like clockwork, waving a lazy hand. The glass beads on the bracelet crafted for him by his sister caught the sunlight. Annabel was sleeping over at a friends house, her own way of getting out of this. Lucky her. Joshua really didn't mind too much, however. He was a tad bored but he was used to this from his childhood. It fascinated him a bit more back then to see his father dealing with business as he also drank with friends, but in contrast he was older now and had more free will. "I came of my own accord." It had been an awkward request from father to son. Donovan usually didn't ask if Joshua wanted to accompany the family somewhere--he demanded that it happen no matter what. This time, however, had been different. He'd awkwardly asked Joshua if he was interesting in, "Accompanying your mother and I to the club." When Joshua thought of clubs, it was not sweaty nightclubs and beer breath. No, thanks to his upbringing he thought of golf courses and fancy restaurants. They still sometimes referred to Maple Hollow as a town, given that it had been started as such, but it was now quite a large settlement with three distinct communities based on class. The country club was the jewel of the upperclass community, and it had therefore been a place he'd seen a lot of. He'd learned how to play tennis recreationally solely so he wouldn't be the only one sitting around and doing absolutely nothing.
"I think I'm going to go play tennis," he decided as the thought crossed his mind, standing up. His mother watched him as if concerned he was tipsy enough to start giggling and staggering, but as standards went Josh wasn't even the slightest bit buzzed yet. "Have fun, Mum. Tell Dad where I've gone, if he asks." The eldest Dale child glanced toward his father, currently shaking hands with someone in a suit and looking pleased with himself. Some sort of successful business conducted, no doubt Joshua and his mother would be hearing all about it on the drive home. Right now, though, he was abandoning his glass of warmed beer and heading toward one of the several tennis courts in the area. He saw his father hail Patricia and drag her off toward a couple who he felt should be familiar, but from the distance and through the haze of his shades it wasn't something he could put his finger on. Shrugging, he entered the court and realised with hesitance that two people were already going at it rather fiercely. Curious but not wanting to join in--just a spectator--Joshua lingered to the side for a moment before realising that he recognised the two. Asha and Ace Woods. The latter a pain in the backside, the former someone that the Fire graduate actually considered a friend. Unfortunately of the two twins it seemed his friend was coming off the loser in this fight.
She wouldn't really like sympathy, he supposed. No one really liked to be pitied when they lost. So when Ace managed to thrash his sister Joshua merely called out, "Tough luck, Asha." Waiting until she was looking at him, he jerked a hand in a lazy wave. Leaning against the court fence with sunglasses and a bottle of water in one hand, he must've looked about as bored as he felt. Tennis wasn't really something he'd actually been in the mood for--more of an excuse to slip away from stuffy businessmen than to actually enjoy himself. Asha, however, was someone with whom he could occupy his time. "Didn't expect to run into you." Realising who the semi-familiar sillouettes might have been, he said, "I think our parents might've run into one another as well." Small word. He shrugged slightly and yawned. "Fuck, I'm bored as hell. What's up with you?" He cast a glare toward Ace, but didn't actually address him. He was friends with Asha and thus enemies with Ace, that was just how it worked.
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Post by laceface2 on Jul 23, 2011 23:16:30 GMT -5
 "damn you, ace! powering your serve like that is basically cheating!" asha hollered, her voice carrying far past the other side of the court. her brother swaggered from one end of the court to the other, sneering over at his sister. her knuckles turned white from the harshness of her grip around the racket handle. "if you were good enough you'd be able to handle the heat of the serve. just shows how much skill you lack," her brother shot back at her, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. competitiveness was the sole thing that tied the two twins together into a bond, besides their anger and ambition. the similarities of their personalities left them battling out against each other in every aspect of their lives that offered some sort of competition. even consuming their meals could be turned into a challenge, the reason why asha had developed the appetite of a young man. letting out a huff of air asha turned dramatically on her heel to sweep to the corner of the court and retrieve the ball. with the grasp she had on the tennis ball it was wonder that it hadn't split in half. "it's my serve this time. don't be a grump if this time you can't return the ball," asha spat out, nearly sticking her tongue out at him in a childish display of her frustration. ace didn't give her an answer, only stared at her with exaggerated irritation. asha wanted to launch her racket at him, matches with him always dissolved into bantering and bickering. one match had ended up in such a serious tussle the the twins had almost gotten the whole woods family banned from the country club.
concentration was surging through asha, her eyes zoned solely on the yellow greenish sphere that would be sent over to asha with a strong and precise serve. because of him she had been driving over to the club early on saturday mornings to have a peaceful environment to practice her serves. he had been making snide remarks that he would come out the victor in their usual match, which was something that asha would correct by winning the match. a jerky motion of her hand threw the ball into the air, she waited until the exact moment where the ball was hovering only an inch two over her racket before following through with her serve. her fervor fueled the stroke of her arm, the center of the racket connecting with the ball to send it spinning through the air and easily over the net to ace's side of the court. a smug smile settled onto asha's face, her serve had been packed with more punch then the serve that ace had sent her way. ace had traveled to the other side of the court and with a simple backhanded swing returned the ball to asha's side of the court. with the delivery of her serve asha had been sure that ace wouldn't have been able to clear the whole width of the court to send the ball back her way. the yellow sphere was out of the lines of the court before her body had even been set into motion. "winner." ace exclaimed his victory, dragged out each letter to assure that his win set in over the loss that asha was suffering. gritting her teeth asha kept her fist balled at her side and her other hand stuck to her racket, a middle finger would have been raised in the air.
ace was giving her a stare of superiority, silently taunting her with his victory. his snide attitude would only be a drive for asha, their next match wouldn't have the same outcome. she didn't trust herself to exchange any words with her twins, her language wouldn't be promise to come out pure. her racket was threatened to be thrown against the ground when someone calling out to her cut straight through her seething rage. she wheeled around sharply, faced with joshua dale leaning against the cage of the court. he had caught the tail end of their match, calling out to her. she allowed her racket to drop from her hand, clattering to the ground as she lifted her hand to return his wave lazily. the back of her hand was dragged over her forehead, wiping drops of sweat that had formed from her fierce playing. "ace can't play fair. that is the reason for my losing," asha justified, raising her face haughtily in an attempt to try and ignore her loss. abandoning her racket on the court asha strutted out, leaving ace to gloat in solitary. her sweaty form slumped against the fencing, only a few feet away from josh. "bullshit, dale. we come here every weekend. our schedule is as predictable as yours," she retorted, giving him a smirk and nudging him with her elbow. their parents always ended up finding each other at the club, sitting around and seeming to talk endlessly. glancing over she saw her mother tightly embracing trish, aspen was lingering behind the two ladies hesitantly. "the three of them are going to get carried away talking about horticulture," she mused, allowing herself to snort. "i just got my ass whooped by ass. now i'm ready to ditch this place. join me, josh."
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 24, 2011 9:29:54 GMT -5
A lazy grin adorned his features as she snapped at him about their schedules, in a surprisingly nonchalant mood today. It definitely wasn't the influence of alcohol, however, for his thoughts were completely clear and sober. Joshua had incredible tolerance for alcohol thanks to the fact that he came from a background of alcoholics (though his father was not one, and nor was Josh himself). Unless he sat and tossed back beer like it was a race he generally could no longer get drunk off it, and even then he was more likely to feel full or sick than to be buzzed. Whiskey was his drug of choice, and he wasn't going to order whiskey in front of his mother. Couple shots of the strong stuff and he was buzzed, double it and he was hammered, triple it and Joshua was lucky if he was conscious. Of course, he spaced them out and all, but it was strong shit. He was also a male, and quite tall on top of that. Someone like Asha might have less tolerance, but she didn't seem like she'd been drinking regardless. "Yeah, yeah," he agreed. "You'd think they'd all get bored of the place after so many years, but no luck there." He shrugged. It was clear that Joshua didn't really mind that his parents had dragged him here like clockwork. He was a little bored and all, but the boy had always been very compliant when it came to the requests of his family. "What about your kid brother?" he questioned, remembering that Annabel seemed quite fond. "My sister lucked out and landed herself with a sleepover, she doesn't even have to be babysat."
Following Asha's gaze, he noticed that her younger brother was indeed lingering behind the women. Joshua rolled his eyes at her comment, but his lips twitched into an amused smile. "God forbid they get Mum talking about the gardening," he remarked. "I swear I still don't get how she's a Fire elemental." He was joking in actuality, even though many people seriously did doubt her elemental powers unless she showed them off, thinking that Donovan just wanted a trophy wife with similar power to his own. In fact, Patricia had such a wicked temper that her own son had backed down in fear of it a few times in the past. She was a nice woman and very cheery... until you angered her or did anything to hurt her family. He'd once witnessed an argument with his mother and a man who had struck Josh once when he'd caught him trespassing in his backyard. It had been an accident and he'd only been about seven, lost after wandering in the woods. He'd accused him of having done something to the cat and then chased him down. Trish had quite cheerily threatened to throttle him and throw him into the lake if he touched her son again. "Earth suits your brother, though. And your Mum, too." Asha and her twin were the ones who'd taken after their father, just as Joshua had taken after his. Or had it been Patricia's genes that gave him the gift of flame? Maybe a combination of both, he'd never know.
She suggested ditching and Josh hesitated. He usually wasn't all that rebellious when it came to this sort of thing. He'd came here with his father and he had planned to stay with his Dad and leave when they did. On the other hand, it would be fun to hang out with a friend--certainly more fun than sitting around with warm beer and the sun assaulting him. "Sure, why not." It was an impulsive but decisive statement. He was going to ditch this place with Asha and do... something. He wasn't entirely sure what she had in mind but her ideas of fun could often be reckless yet entertaining. He led the way toward one of the exits and froze as a voice called from behind, "Joshua! Where are you going?" He froze like a deer in the headlights and turned for a moment, but then his reflexes kicked in and he lied easily, "Just going down to get something to eat. I'll be back before you know it." He smiled until his father turned away, then smirked almost mischievously at Asha. God, what the heck was he doing? "Come on, let's get out of here before they realise where we're going." He was just as ready as Asha to blow this joint now, and he slipped behind one of the buildings with ease. He'd snuck out a lot when he was younger and hanging with his gang 'friends', so he was used to ducking for cover and getting out of sight, used to lying, used to a lot of things he really just shouldn't have been used to. A smirk played on his lips. "Where shall we go?"
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Post by laceface2 on Jul 25, 2011 9:21:11 GMT -5
For years the Woods family had been continually making their weekend trips to the country club, at least one morning on the weekend. It was like clockwork, something infallible and wholly reliable. Nothing changed about their schedule because it had been what they had depended on for so long. Aston didn’t exactly find much enjoyment out of being catered fancy food and conversing with old stiffs who gave him stares, intrigued by his lack of ear. April was the reason for their coming to the country club, rising early one morning of the weekend. The early morning wakeup calls Asha could have done without, waking up came with plenty of yelling and curses on her part. Obligingly, Asha still tagged along with her family, even if it meant brutal tennis matches against Ace. Two positives could have been drawn out of the country club; handsome faces were sprinkled throughout the elderly and her mother became more lax on her drinking policy with her children. On most trips they also ran into the Dale family, the two clans melding together to dissolve into a lengthy conversation. ”They are never going to be pulled apart now. It’s only early in the morning too,” Asha absently commented, keeping her stare drawn onto the Woods and Dales. Josh kept the same outlook on the country club too, making Asha laugh under her breath. ”Older people need something to do with their time.” Her reponse was said like the logical was obvious and sure. Her hand lifted, a finger pointing to the small frame of Aspen. ”He keeps hoping that if he clings to my mum and Trish then Annabel will come around,” she remarked, a smirk settling onto her face.
Aspen was her little baby, even though he was thirteen he would always silently be claimed as title. She had practically raised her brother, in the sense that she had been the one who had interacted with him on daily basis. April and Aston had been the ones who had established every crucial part in his life, but Asha had been the one who had guided Aspen where he was now with his point of life. Her eyes softened, glancing over at him with a fond smile. ”Aspen’s going to have a load of questions for her. You know how much he adores the garden at your house. I bet he would live in it if that were a possibility,” Asha replied, her tone growing more gentle as she remarked about her brother. Glancing over at them, Asha felt her heart warm as she took in the sight of April and Trish with Aspen lingering behind them. Trish was someone that Asha felt an odd affection and attachment too. Her mother was a great lady but Asha never had the ability to create a bond with her. Ace connected with Aston and Aspen related completely to April. Asha was her own lone island in the Woods family. She silently admired Trish, an opinion of hers that would never be voiced aloud. Josh commented on the placement of her family, she gave a nod of agreement his way. ”Aspen is going to be a pansy, he would be a disappoint to any fire elemental,” she joked, her voice clearly stressing that it was only a soft jaunt for the sake of their conversation.
By the end of their trip to the country club Asha always felt like had been sent to hell and back, barely making it out with her life. Of course, she would always exaggerate for the sake of something to whine about. Ditching was the way that she told herself she was making up for the fun that had been loss while at the country club. She only kept attending the family trips to the country club on the request of her brother and the respect that she maintained for her mother. Only a tad of guilt was felt when Asha would slip out of their gaze, rushing out to go somewhere much more entertaining. ”That’s right, rash and abrupt decision fuck the world,” Asha said to his agreement, grinning up at him. She followed by his side, looking over at his father curiously when he called out Josh and froze on command. Donovan was glancing over to them, which caused Asha to throw up a hand in the air and give him a bubbly wave before bouncing off with Joshua. ”Didn’t anyone ever teach you that lying is wrong?” Asha peered over at him, lightly scolding him in a completely teasing way. Asha continued to follow after him, mimicking his ease of slipping off behind one of the buildings. ”I’ll be damned if I know. I just want to get out. Maybe cause some trouble too.”
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 25, 2011 15:53:36 GMT -5
He nodded with agreement, but his lips twitched into a rare smile when she remarked on Aspen and Annabel's friendship. "Poor guy. How long 'till you think they'll break it to him that Annabel's a no-show?" Amusement sparked in his colourless gaze as he watched their families interact. There was no need to lift a hand in order to shield his eyes from the glaring sun, having the ever so useful shades to protect him. It was relatively easy talking to Asha--like he and Phil, they too had been friends since childhood, bonding over the simple fact that their families held massive wealth. "I don't mind so much. At least they have decent vegetarian meals here." He really didn't mind the country club, boring as it could sometimes be. "It's better than our parents meeting in some seedy bar, or something." He knew all too well that bars were a frequent haunt of lower classes. The men got drunk and the wives got flirty, it broke apart marriages with due ease. And the children were left with nannies or family friends all day. At least this way they were able to go off and socialise with the other children of well-off families. "Mum's probably talking their ears off about the garden," he told Asha with a roll of his eyes. "She got a good deal on a pair of marble statues at an auction house and she's been gushing for days about where to put them." They really were nice, but even Joshua couldn't listen to her talk about gardens and decorating for hours on end. He supposed that was why she clicked so well with someone like April--they could go on and on about plants like the enthusiasts that they were. At least April was an Earth elemental, though! Patricia had no excuses.
Still, his eyes were light as Asha remarked on her brothers enthusiasm toward Patricia's garden. His mother prided herself on that garden and Joshua could feel a sort of an indirect pride for his mother's sake. "I'm sure she'd show him if your family dropped by. Any excuse to go on about it and she's there." He was the one who usually walked through it with her at the start of every spring once the flowers started to bloom, listening to her descriptions of the individual plants and marvelling her placement of them. He wasn't a botanist or a gardener, so he didn't really understand it, but he did like to give his mother someone to talk to. She did a lot for him and it was his way of acknowledging it. "Sometimes I wonder if my sister's really going to end up like me," he mused. "She's not into gardening like my mother is, but she's so... gentle. So sweet. It would upset her terribly if she didn't get the 'correct' element, but I never know what to tell her when she asks if she'll be the same as the family." He was musing aloud as he watched his mother laugh at something April or Aspen had probably said. His mother had a wonderful laugh, light and breezy and filled with warmth. Why hadn't Joshua turned out like her? She was so loved by everyone and yet still managed to hold true to her element. No, he had turned out more like Donovan... but not even! His father had friends, or at very least a broad connection of people that would ask him out golfing on weekends. Don hated golf, but it was the thought that counted. Josh didn't have many people like that.
Not that he cared. He was accustomed to his solitude enough that he was apathetic to the feeling that was loneliness. He hardly craved for the company of another as someone like his sister might. If Annabel was forced to stay in the house on a nice weekend, she always approached her brother and spoke of loneliness. He'd just curl up alone and read a book or something. Still, it wasn't that he rejected company. He was even managing to grin mischievously at Asha when she 'scolded' him for lying to his father, knowing that she was every bit as devious as he. "My mother said it's not nice to lie," he said with a grin, "but I've never claimed to be a nice person." He led the way around the shadows of buildings until they were able to find one of the entrances, walking out easily as if they owned the place. Joshua was an adult and looked the part, and even though Asha was still younger than him it was not suspected by those checking for club memberships. They paid more attention to those coming in than to those leaving. Even though this was hardly 'bad', he was getting the kind of thrill one might get when you snuck off to a party with a group of friends. He didn't do things like this often, it was kind of fun. "Trouble," he repeated, arching his eyebrows and grinning over at Asha. "I'm intrigued, Asha. Enlighten me."
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Post by laceface2 on Jul 27, 2011 11:05:45 GMT -5
Even as they walked past them, Asha snapped her head back to catch one last gaze of Aspen. He was setting into the cycle of puberty now that he was thirteen. Asha had been thoroughly amused the first time his voice had cracked in a conversation, then she felt proud to say that her brother was growing up. Whipping her head back around she adjusted her gaze back onto Josh, pursing her lips thoughtfully for a moment. "He'll take it very well. My father's been planting ideas in his head that he needs to start acting like a man. I bet he'll wilt inside though. Aspen's grown attached to Belle," Asha said with a slight laugh. She would even go as far to say that he was developing crush on the eleven year old Dale girl. Her gaze on him flickered with amusement. Asha still found it comical that Joshua was a vegetarian, something that he had in common with April. "Everything here is bland to me. Nothing tasteful or too expensive. A bar, ick. I would scalp my father if he thought sitting in a pub or something was acceptable" Asha said with a shrug. She thought nothing of whining about wealth and expensiveness when in the company of Joshua. A light laugh sounded from her, she found Trish's obsession with her garden endearing. April was always yammering on with her about the latest flowers in bloom or snazzy ideas to spruce up the appeal of her garden. "Lord, my mother is going to be glued to her then. She's been going lately about how she is interested in designing her own garden ornaments," Asha informed him. The two would be in deep conversation all morning then, even Aspen with his slight input would be drawn to the conversation.
Trish's garden was something that Asha could even say was remarkable. Did Asha even gave a damn about flowers and statues? Hell no. That was April's thing, a passion that she was passing down onto Aspen. Asha had actually to quiet him with a tackle or light punch to his ribs when he got carried away with talking about his plans for his own gardens. April had even alotted a space in the expansive backyard where he would be able to begin to plan a layout for his garden. Asha wasn't aware that gardening had strategic efforts behind it. The comment from Josh made her roll her eyes again, though inside she was boasting about Aspen and how much of a character he had grown to be. "We'll need to keep my brother away from Trish then. She told him the other day that the gardener she enlisted to care for her plants was an earth student, right? He practically jumped for joy. I believe he wants to take over that job eventually." Asha turned back, seeing Aspen laughing jovially with April and Trish. Hey, at least the kid was enjoying himself. Even if he was stuck with a pair of older ladies who had burning passions for gardening. Switching to the topic of Annabel, Asha peered over at Josh curiously as he seemed to get deeper with his words. Her lips parted to speak and then she grew silent, giving Josh's words a few moment to sink in her brain. Only a few moments of quietness past between them before she decided that her thoughts could be spoken. "Belle could be a fire girl, I think. I really don't have anything to justify my reasoning, though. Annabel just fits in fire to me." Asha gave a nonchalant shrug to be paired with her words.
She looked at him, waggling her eyebrows to give some more mysterious to the choices that were brewing in her head. Walking beside him, it was simple for the two of them to strut by the personnel enlisted to check for memberships. Asha was wearing a goddamned tennnis outfit, it was more than obvious the pair leaving through the entrance clearly belonged in the country club. If one of the personnel had decided to stop Asha all she had to do was fish through the pocket of her tennis skirt and pull out the piece of plastic that ensured she really did have a reason to be at the country club. "Joshua Dale being nice. It's not something I ever see happening," Asha replied to him, giving him a grin to accompany the joking air of her words. Asha wouldn't have requested his company if he wasn't nice to her. Joshua lacking niceness would have meant that they would have bickered constantly, not something that she was looking to participate in. Digging into her the pocket of skirt she didn't pull out her hand until a key ring with a single key dangling from it was in her hand. "Well Josh, my mind is blank right now. I'm sure I'll be able to think of something as we're racing down the roads," Asha said, stepping into the parking lot and motioning to the orange Lamborghini. Asha didn't imagine that Josh would enjoy sitting in the passenger seat but it was her car so she was going to drive. She strutted over to her car and with a simple jerk on the car handle had her door opening diagonally. She really did love the scissor doors, much more conventional than butterfly doors Asha thought.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 28, 2011 10:55:34 GMT -5
Despite her reputation at school for being a bitch with a fiery temper, Joshua was nevertheless fond of Asha. He had a great deal of respect for the way that she treated her little brother; a lot of elementals would estrange themselves from their siblings if they ended up in different elements. Off the top of his head, he could remember one example in particular: the Fire leader, Alex, and his brother of the Water alignment. "Is your father suggesting that men can't garden?" His tone was light and teasing. "Guess I'd better hide my green thumb whenever he's around, huh?" It was quite clear that he was only kidding around, and it should have been especially clear to Asha--she knew what Joshua was like, after all. He was patient about the subject due to his mother, but it wasn't really his thing. When he was older he'd leave the gardening to the passionate. He knew the basics from when he'd sometimes help out his mum, but his skills didn't go beyond that. He laughed a little at her disgrace of bars. "Well excuse me, Lady Asha, if the fine cuisine of the establishment does not suit your tastes." He grinned at her, still very much joking around. Really, the food here wasn't too terrible, but she was right in that it had nothing on some of the high-end restaurants on the strip. Northern Lights came to mind--it was expensive as hell, but of it he was quite fond. "Bars tend to be tacky," he frowned in distaste. He'd sit in a bar and drink himself into a stupor sometimes, but that didn't mean he liked them. Joshua just couldn't drink at home because of his parents and their influence over him. Not only that, but he wasn't fond of entertaining the idea that Annabel would see him a staggering mess.
His lips twitched back into a smile when she spoke of their mothers and gardening, however--it was amusing to Josh that the two ladies shared a passion whilst their children stood back and shook their heads. "Well, I don't mind," he said. "If they're blabbering to one another it means that we have our own freedom." When you looked at it that way, two women gushing about gardening wasn't so bad. Joshua's patience with the subject only went so far--he certainly couldn't spend hours discussing it as April and Trish could on a good day. Apparently Aspen was very entertained by the idea of the gardener, something which made Joshua chuckle. "You should hear them argue over the state of the garden," he said. "My mother prides herself on that thing--he asked her to move things around and she nearly fired him out of frustration. Mum always gets her way." Even though the man was an Earth student, his actual knowledge on growing flowers without the help of his gift was perhaps less impressive than Patricia's. One would think that he was usually telling her how the plants worked, but he'd heard them bickering for several hours about how long it would take for a plant to bloom unaided. Trish was usually right, solely for the fact that she'd been gardening for years without the help of an elemental. The man's gift was usually just used to maintain the beauty of her plants when she was busy with work. "Genetics will help," he mused, on the subject of his sister and her future element. "We have Fire strong in our bloodline, but... she is rather nice." Josh believed he had taken after his father's side--the males in the family had been Fire for generations. Trish, however, had been the odd one out in her family. Her parents hadn't been elementals at all, and she'd confessed once to Joshua that the last known elemental in her lineage before her had been Wind. "I suppose time will tell." It was an overused saying, but it was nevertheless accurate in this current situation.
He wasn't too defamed with the idea of taking shotgun, seeing as his own car wasn't around and he wasn't enough of an asshole that he'd insist on driving someone else's. Though it was of a shocking orange colour much unlike his own, he and Asha both had cars of the same class and notoriety--Lamborghinis. Of course, Asha probably flaunted the car openly whereas Joshua had gotten his as a birthday gift and had not asked for it, but appreciated it nonetheless. He wasn't a braggart about his wealth (or the families, at least), but that didn't mean he outright objected to it. Having money was great, being able to buy nice things with that money was even better. "We could always grab something to eat, first," Josh mused. He was getting hungry with thoughts of the high-end restaurants and the like. He may have been vegetarian, but that didn't change the experience of eating out. Especially not in a place where the customer had enough cash to have it their way whenever they wanted. He could order a vegetarian meal and expect it to taste pretty damn good, else you could bet it was getting sent back. "You did say something about the club not being classy enough for you, after all." He threw her a wink as he got into the car. "Just don't get us into an accident, I quite like this shirt. Getting blood all over it would suck." He was teasing, of course. Yet again.
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Post by laceface2 on Jul 28, 2011 17:16:49 GMT -5
Joshua Dale was someone that Asha would always enjoy to be around. If they hadn't grown up in each others company they would have likely harbored a deep hatred for each other. At least that was how Asha viewed it. They were both similar when it came to their personalities, eerily alike when it came to some things. Their childhoods had been twined, most likely the only reason that they could stand being in the presence of each other. She admired Josh in some aspects, actually. Just like the silent respect that she had when it came to Trish. "My father is probably is. He has more of a mind frame that men belong in the ring then outside caring for daises," Asha countered, the lightness of her tone matching with Josh's. "You should keep that thumb of yours safely hidden or he might rip it off." She was joking but the story behind her words rang true. her father had a reputation for being rather violent in the ring. More than violent really, Asha was just being lenient since the man was her father. During one match he had gone to rip his opponent's ear off and in return ended up having a piece of his own ear torn off. Animosity? Yeah, that could be used to describe her father. She then made a face, thinking of the food that was catered at the country club. The menu had never really appealed to her, she would always dismiss her appetite when it came to ordering brunch or lunch. A shrug came from her as a regard towards his words. "The country club food doesn't suit my taste and neither does sloppy bar food." She had an exact taste that developed over seventeen years of expensive dining.
Gardening and design, the two things that her mother adored droning on about whenever given the chance. Trish seemed to be the sole person who would allow her to carry own enthusiastically about gardening then eventually lead into the topic of design. Her own lips curled back into a smile, looking over at Josh with an amused stare. "My mother has someone who enjoys yammering on about gardening, someone who isn't even an earth elemental. That's all that really matters." She agreed whole-heartedly with Josh. It was tiring to have to listen to April carry on about the latest buds that were about bloom or the newest layout she had formulated for the garden. Trish was the one who took Asha's spot, without any complaints too. Asha hated to protest against her mother when she got carried away, she was so happy and Asha adored seeing her mother beaming. "I bet there is a piece inside of Aspen that is wishing the elemental actually does get fired. He wants that position one day, I can tell. He was watching the gardener the other day we dropped by for a visit." Josh hadn't been home that day, if she remembered correctly. So instead she had to settle for the company of Aspen and Annabel, which actually hadn't been something she wanted to whine about. Watching the two youngsters interact was something that she almost found precious. Looking over at Josh she gave a subtle nod of her head as he went on about Annabel. "She only has about two more years until she finds out. I bet she is eager." Asha gave a smile, her mind going back to the time when she had been thirteen. Unlike Annabel she had been assured that her heart had laid with fire.
The Lamborghini Gallardo that she had received for her seventeenth birthday had been something that she absolutely cherished. To have Josh drive her car would be something that Asha would have never thought of. No one else ever slipped into the driver seat of the Lambo, not even her father, who had been the one purchase the car for her. The flashy orange vehicle was her baby, sort of like how men cherished their car. Except Asha wasn't a man and she wouldn't solely divert her attention to a transportation device. Asha leaned over her car and peered towards Josh, nodding her head at his suggestion to go and get food. "I'm not walking back into the country club for a meal that I'll whine about," Asha said to him, sticking her tongue out for emphasis. "We'll go to the Northern Lights. My family dines their so regularly we don't even need to bother with a reservation." Satisfied, Asha dropped into the driver's seat and slid the door down with her. Sticking the key in the ignition Asha revved the car to life before swinging her head over to glance at Asha. "Just because you said that I'm going to drive at dangerously fast speeds. I would advise fastening your seat belt." The ride was quick and easy, the roads clear of any problems and congestion since it was close to noon on a Sunday morning. Asha resolved for silence, the purring of the engine the only sound that she needed while coasting across the asphalt. She parked expertly, cutting the motor and sliding out of the car quickly. With her door slammed shut she began to head towards the restaurant. "Are you ready for some fine dining?"
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 28, 2011 20:19:49 GMT -5
Joshua gave an amused half-snort when she joked back about Aston. The man was indeed a very brutal fighter, much more so than Joshua's own father. It wasn't that Donovan was not masculine--he most certainly was--just that he was a doctor instead of a fighter. He treated people and Aston beat the living shit out of them, their occupations were perhaps as opposite as can be. Yet they were still friends, just as their children were friends. "But then I could brag about the missing digit," he joked back, gray eyes light. "It's a real hit at parties, especially when people are in the middle of a meal." He grinned devilishly at the thought. Joshua knew that a lot of people were easily turned off their food, but he was not one such person. Most of the disgusting tales would affect you only if you were consuming meat, or if the tale was about something you were currently munching on. Josh was not only vegetarian but had a pretty strong stomach as well. A lot of the medical books he owned featured graphic representations, so he was used to it, he had a threshold. He made a face when she spoke of sloppy bar food, shaking his head. "I've heard Blackjack's got decent poutine and all, but it's of no use to me." One thing about Josh: he adored poutine, but it was hard for him to get it due to his diet. He could usually only dine in restaurants that offered an alternative vegetarian gravy so that he wasn't going against his lifestyle choices. "Restaurants are always more appealing, anyway. Who wants a bunch of drunk sweaty folk around when they're trying to enjoy a meal?" He scoffed--certainly not Joshua.
Joshua was surprised to hear that the Woods had dropped by without his knowledge. "I must have been out," he acknowledged with a light frown. "Pity. I would have enjoyed the company without all these stuffy business types milling about." He enjoyed spending time with friends at his mansion, but it didn't happen often due to his reluctance in giving out his address. There weren't a lot of mansions in the Hollow, so admitting that you resided in one of them could always be a tad awkward. Most people who found out about his family name did so from their own parents, who'd likely read about Trish's career in the papers. It usually got him pegged as a rich brat who ignored everyone because he thought he was superior. This was of course not true in the least, but he allowed people to believe what they wished. If they wanted to be judgemental douchebags, he didn't think he'd value their company anyway. "Too eager," he agreed with a laugh. "She pesters me about the Fire element a lot, though she's stopped lately in respect of the war." His alignment was not with them at the moment, so his sister was mindful enough not to bug him but for a few occasions when she'd slipped up. Unlike Annabel, who had quite a lot of qualms and worries about her future placement, Joshua had never really been concerned about his element. His explosive temper in combination with his genetics had given him a great chance of being a Fire elemental. Even still, he'd been overjoyed when his powers had surfaced and he was told he could start attending the Academy in the winter. "Element is only a gift, it's not like she'll be cast out if she ends up as Water. Still, I hope she's Fire for her own sake. It would please her." Joshua loved to see his little sister happy, it filled him with a kind of relief. Anyone that hurt Belle or worse, made her cry, was going to get a complimentary fist to the fact--courtesy of a very angry brother.
He shook his head and chuckled. "I never suggested the country club," he pointed out. "If I had wanted to eat there, I wouldn't have left with you." He wasn't as opposed to the country club and their meal choices as Asha was, but he understood that it didn't appeal to her and so it would have been stupid to suggest it. "As do my own," he agreed when Asha spoke of Northern Lights. "I was there not too long ago with some friends. And my family and I dine frequently." The Dale's were good 'friends' with the owners of the place--that is to say they had enough money that the people who ran it wanted them to come back often. Their meals were always top quality for this reason, and Josh had no complaints. He rolled his eyes when she joked with him about her speed, and he fell mostly silent as they raced down the roads. Joshua didn't suffer from motion sickness or anything else that would have prevented him from speaking, he just didn't want to distract Asha from the road too much. Then they were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, Joshua checking to see how much cash he had in his wallet before nodding. "Hell yeah." The interior of the restaurant was dark and had only soft lighting--the soft mumble of quiet chatter could be heard all around as they approached the front desk. The man seemed to recognise them, for he greeted them by (sur)name before assigning someone to guide them to a table. "What are you having?" he wondered as they waited for their server.
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Post by laceface2 on Jul 29, 2011 13:53:13 GMT -5
Her father was someone who she adored and admired, it was clear enough to recognize if you knew Asha well enough. He had been the man who had created her intrigue for fighting and raised here to her current status as a Fighter Girl. She was eerily similar to her father, this too could be detected when both Aston and Asha were in the same room and interacting with a crowd. Like father, like daughter. Turning over to look at Josh Asha gave a playful roll of her eyes. ”I have nine fingers, whoop de doo. That’s the only story you would be able to tell,” Asha retorted, her eyes alight with humor. ”I would imagine so. Who wouldn’t want to hear about the time Aston Woods ripped off your finger?” Asha had the stomach for gore and violence, all of her father’s stories about his bloody occasions in the ring didn’t even faze her slightly. She had gone through a period when the Saw movies were the only thing that she would watch, everything else didn’t have enough violence for her. Morbid? Yes. April had almost sent her to a therapist but then her interest had evolved into a whole fascination for horror movies. Her face scrunched up in disgust as Joshua mentioned the bar in maple Hollow. ”I’ve had some experiences with that bar. Let’s just say that I’m not allowed in there anymore.” She only offered him a devilish smile. Asha Woods knew how to cause trouble, plenty of it too. The Blackjack Bar had once been a place she hadn’t mind dwelling. ”The men who linger around bars are just horrid. They have nothing better to do with their time.”
The Woods were well acquainted with the Dales, actually more than just acquainted. They had been one of the more welcoming families to greet them when they had first moved into the upper class residence of Maple Hollow. April and Trish had quickly established a bond and Aston found that he didn’t mind the company of Donovan. Asha had clicked Josh and from then a friendship had been created between them. Now it was nothing for the Woods to unexpectedly drop by because they wanted to spend some time with the Dales. She looked over at Josh with her lip exaggeratedly pushed out into something close to a pout. “It’s a shame that you got to miss out on my pretty face, I now. But here we are now, going out to eat. So it’s okay, you don’t have cry now.” She was completely joking, soon bursting out into laughter after she spoke. Hearing that Annabel bugged Josh about the fire element was something that Asha would silently be proud of. She had grown up beside Josh but she wasn’t as familiar with him as she was with Josh. The little girl was bouncy, bubbly, and seemed to never run out of life. She really didn’t show any of the aspects that would have her classified as a fire element, Asha decided. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t be placed into fire though. Asha compared to her to the one fire girl, Freya Frost, who didn’t seem like she was a fire girl at all. “In the end she’ll be placed where she belongs. Another Dale in fire though would keep the tradition running though,” Asha lightly joked.
As a reaction to his words Asha stuck her tongue out at him. She wasn’t below resorting to childish actions when it came to Joshua Dale. “You would have left with me anyway. We all know how much you adore me. You don’t even have to admit it, we are all already aware.” She bounced in her seat, nodding enthusiastically to the words that she was saying. Talking about the country club food and then mentioning Northern Lights was only making her realize that after three serious battles of matches that her appetite was sneaking up on her. It was only more convenient that both the Woods and Dales ate frequently at the restaurant. Asha’s temper might have made an appearance if they had been forced to wait for any amount of time. Her hunger was serious and she could eat as much as a full grown man. ”Then all of that just works in our favor because after speaking of food I have become starved.” Asha fell into step beside Josh, patting at the pocket of her skirt to assure that at least one credit card was safely placed into the pocket. She smiled charmingly, in a pleasant mood because of the combination of Josh’s company and the delicious food that would be catered to them without any wait. She settled into the seat and didn’t even bother to pick up the menu. Whenever she came to Northern Lights she ordered the same thing. Her meal choice was as dependable as the sun rising and setting. An absolute truth. "Calamari," she said to him, brandishing a wide smile.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 29, 2011 15:11:43 GMT -5
Joshua rolled his eyes but provided a good natured smile nonetheless--of course she would have ordered calamari, it only made sense. He was as aware as ever that it was her favourite thing to order here, but he'd just asked out of impulse because he was used to going in a larger group and thus having a wider variety of answers. Still, he shuddered a little at the thought. Squid, really? It wasn't something that appealed to him. Not because he was vegetarian and thus against his diet but because it just made him feel a little sick to consider putting it in his mouth. When he pictured squid he thought of slimy creatures, and even though the meal itself looked edible and presentable--especially in a place like Northern Lights--he wouldn't have tried it either way. He was prevented from answering verbally when a waiter approached, however, service as speedy as ever for the rich and well-known children. "Good evening," the waiter said patiently, "will you be ordering tonight as a couple?" Joshua's brow furrowed for a moment, but he laughed as he realised what he meant. "Uh, no, we're not together," he said. "So we'll order separately." They were also going to pay separately, obvious by the way that both teenagers had ensured they were in possession of the desired funds. This wasn't a date so it wasn't like one of them was going to cover the joint cost. Besides, they were both rich. It would be pointless to do so. "You can go first, Asha," he allowed--not because he was trying to be a gentleman, but because he was still debating between a few items and she had already decided on what she would be eating tonight.
Once she had ordered, Joshua placed the menu down and lazily directed his attention toward the chef. It was polite to address people when they were speaking to you, even if they were serving you at a restaurant or something similar. He ordered a pricey and extravagant potato dish as well as a large salad, vegetarian but still quite delicious and difficult to get right. Hell, he was dining out, he might as well go over the top. He also ordered a bottle of wine, simply because he felt like drinking something a little more entertaining than soda. He flashed a bit of a smile and then his ID, proving that since he had turned nineteen he was now of legal age to drink and purchase alcohol without the supervisions of his parents. Asha wasn't so lucky--just because they were rich didn't mean the laws were waived for them unfortunately. It was also illegal for him to share, but whether or not he would just depended on how adamant she was and who was watching. "I've never tried that fancy dish here before, they'd better hope they get it to taste right," he sighed. Joshua was quite picky when it came to his meals. Vegetarians were difficult to cook for considering a great deal of flavouring came from meats or meat products. "Their calamari must be excellent seeing as you order it every time you come here. When did you start that, by the way?" He sounded honestly curious, and he wasn't bitching about how his lifestyle disagreed with hers. Joshua saw no real point in whining about the consumption of meat--it was only going to annoy those who weren't vegetarian, not convert them. He wasn't the type that went into disgusting detail when he was asked about why he'd chosen his diet, either. "I don't like meat," is usually how he simplified it.
Fast as their services usually were, the restaurant also cooked fresh to ensure that their guests fully enjoyed the meal. Seeing as there was going to be a bit of a wait before they could dig in to their meals, he decided to start conversation. "I heard you've been hanging out with some Earth kid," he said, then clarified, "I don't really care, I'm with Nell's side after all, I'm just curious--is it true?" He waved a hand. "Not that I'd be surprised if it wasn't. I know how ridiculous the Academy can get with their rumours." Joshua had never really paid as much attention to the boundaries of elements except for when he'd been leader--politics got in the way quite a bit, so he'd been much more careful that year. But he had about as many friends within the Thunder/Fire alliance as he did anywhere else, and that was almost none. So when one of the closest of that group (Nell) had been in danger, he'd backed her up. Josh hoped Asha realised he wasn't trying to start fights, but that he was really just curious as to who this kid was and if she really had been hanging around them. The person hadn't even specified gender. 'Some Earth kid' had literally been all he'd caught of the conversation as they babbled loudly at the table next to his in the mess hall. Hell, Joshua hadn't even been listening. Sometimes it was impossible to drown them out. "I also heard you gave Natalya Demetri a run for her money," he added, and this time a smirk flowered across his expression. It was clear he enjoyed this thought. "She's a nasty piece of work, and a damned braggart to boot. Just wait until I run into her again..." He trailed off darkly, then explained, "She actually thinks she's better than I am. We'll see, we'll see."
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Post by laceface2 on Jul 29, 2011 17:33:15 GMT -5
The Northern Lights was a restaurant that Asha was well acquainted with, dining here as often as some kids would go to Mc Donalds. It wouldn’t uncommon to find Asha at Mickey D’s either if she was in the mood for food that she suspected was highly artificial. The fries were the only thing that attracted her to the Golden Arches but from time to time she would crave their double cheeseburgers. The Northern Lights much better fitted her taste however, anything expensive catching her eye. She would have ordered everything on the menu if her stomach had allowed her to, but even though her appetite was huge she could only stomach so much in one sitting. Her mouth was practically watering over the anticipation of the calamari when the waiter finally strolled over to their table. Asha could have slapped the artificial smile of his face when he asked them how they would be ordering. “Oh no, I’m not with him.” Asha scrunched her nose and then looked over to Josh. ”No offense.” Letting out a breath of air that turned into a laugh she had to take a moment until she could actually speak. Josh was still skimming the menu, probably searching for something that would suit his picky vegetarian taste. She went to glance down at the menu once, in case there was something else that her taste buds were suddenly yearning for. “Calamari, please. Sparkling water too. That’s it.” She sounded falsely sweet, bobbing her head towards the waiter and sending him a toothy smile.
Asha watched with amusement as Josh actually went as far to bring the attention of the chef to him so that he could discuss his order with him. He had ordered something that Asha could only describe as over the top, with the description that the chef had relayed to him at least. She giggled quietly to herself, finding amusement in the fact that Joshua was having a large salad with his meal. “Salads are very manly. Much more manly the ribs I was debating on ordering as a side to my calamari.” She was very obviously teasing, the light in her eyes alerting Josh if he hadn’t picked up on the tone of her voice. In some way she found that she could respect Joshua for being insistent on his vegetarian diet. She had no clue why he was a vegetarian but he stuck to the belief of no traces of meat in his diet. Looking over at him she continued to remain full of life. She couldn’t help but heartily laugh because of how at ease she felt. Josh had been with her on plenty of the occasions when she had sat herself in one of the booths at Northern Lights. Obviously he would have picked up on the distinct eating habit that she had developed when it came to the restaurant. She pointed to the menu that still lay out on the table, as if that provided some sort of explanation to the question that he had asked. “I’ve been ordering only the calamari for maybe three years.” Asha thought about the memory that had originated her obsession for the fried squid that came from Northern Lights. “Ace dared me to order squid. He said that it was slimy and would cause me to sprout my own pair of tentacles .To show the dick up I ordered the calamari and ate the whole damn platter.”
There was only one downfall about the lovely place known as Northern Lights. Their services might have been speedy and polite but that was the only think that was quick about the restaurant. They wanted to ensure that the guests enjoyed everything about their meals, so everything that was ordered was freshly cooked. It would be sometime until she was able to dig into her fried squid. She would have whined but there was no point, the food was delicious end. Asha hadn’t been expecting Ashton to somehow nestle his way into the conversation. Shea had already confronted her about her interactions with him, the sole reason that they were in contact with each other. She almost let out a huff but Josh didn’t seem to be accusing her, only curious. Asha looked over at him warily for a moment. How did she answer? She pursed her lips before giving him a curt nod. “The leader for the earth crew actually. Ashton Raleigh? I’m sure you know of him,” Asha offered. Then a wicked grin set on her face, she decided that it would be okay to dig a little deeper. “I’m almost sure that I’m developing feelings for the wuss too.” She let the subject rest at that. Asha didn’t need to explain any further or give any more details for Josh to work off. Admitting her feels to someone felt like enough. A wicked grin then wiped the somber expression off of her face. Her eyes latched onto to Josh and she gave another nod. “I did more than that. She’s got one hell of a bruiser on her jaw.” Asha cryptically said to him before raising her head to show him the splint. “I re-broke my hand with the punch too. It was worth it.” The corners of Asha's eyes crinkled when she picked up on Josh's dark tone. "What kind of trouble has she caused with you?"
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 29, 2011 20:15:13 GMT -5
Joshua gave a haughty sigh and glanced away from Asha as if sickened by her behaviour. "Similar to my taste in dining, my taste in women is far too exquisite to accommodate one such as yourself. Accept my sincerest apologies." The waiter seemed confused by their antics, even as they laughed and made it clear that they were only teasing one another. Neither Joshua nor Asha seemed to have any actual doubts about their self-image, so there was no harm in their playing around. Asha ordered the sparkling water and her calamari, and then the waiter went off to fulfill their orders. Asha teased him about what he'd asked for, causing the vegetarian to roll his eyes but grin nevertheless. "It's also much healthier than what you're downing," he pointed out, another feminine stereotype about how girls ordered things with the least amount of calories possible. Though he joked back, the mention of feminism made his gut twist slightly. He was reminded of his grandfather and the amount of times Patrick would make snide remarks about his apparently 'girly' habits. He'd even started to call him girly after a certain period of time. Donovan would ask him to stop, but to Josh it always seemed like a half-hearted attempt that was never really enough to deter the old man. Sure, he liked reading and shopping and he had strange eating habits. But when he read it was only a hobby, he shopped for very masculine clothing thank-you-very-much, and as for his diet choices, well, who said that only girls could be vegetarian? Still, he wasn't going to freak out on Asha for bringing it up because she didn't know, and besides, he was enjoying their conversation thus far.
It didn't surprise him that her twin brother had been the reason for her dietary choices, and so Joshua only laughed and said, "Of course." Ace was the reason for a lot of things in his sisters lifestyle and considering he had grown up with the girl, Josh didn't even have to ask. Then they were moving onto a much more surprising topic of conversation, however--Asha's newfound affection for the Earth leader. Ashton, yes, it was a name which Joshua had heard before. "We, uh, met when he was a freshman," Josh agreed. He'd been a twelfth grader and the fire leader, Ashton had managed to set off his temper, and well... they hadn't really spoken again until recently. "He's a nice guy, though, I guess. Spoke to him when Blackthorn kicked me out." It had been strange to regard the leader of the normally opposite alignment as an ally. The boy had been incredibly kind to him despite past circumstances. The fact that Asha had a crush on the kid still managed to shock him, and he stared at her for a long moment. "You're serious," he realised, expression splitting into a grin. Unlike a lot of Fire students (including Asha's own best friend) Joshua did not immediately shun her and think it practically blasphemous. He thought it was great and perhaps even amusing. "Oh yeah?" His tone was pleasant and friendly, free of judgement. "Has he hit on you or anything? Then again, he doesn't exactly seem the type that would do anything." Joshua shrugged, unaware of Ashton's lost virginity and the sex jokes he'd shared with Asha--Josh just assumed from his innocent demeanour that he was just as innocent in bed.
Natalya, however, was a different story. Josh's expression darkened considerably when the topic switched to that bitch of a Thunder girl, though a smirk found his lips as he imagined her with a black and blue jaw. "She probably deserved it," he spat. "Then again, I don't care if she did or not." Joshua usually wasn't petty, but Nataly was something else. How dare she suggest that she was tougher than him? Had she been trying to impress the detention hall supervisor? The mere thought amused him, given the fact that Tatyana was not one easily impressed. "Ah, she was just being a cocky little brat in detention," he sighed. "Always flaunting the fact that she thinks she's better than everyone else. Practically challenged me to a fight right then and there." He was surprised that Tatyana hadn't gotten him into further trouble for threatening the girl--of course, it was probably his status as a friend of hers that allowed this lenience. Perhaps the fact that Natt was an over-confident idiot contributed. "The supervisor wasn't pleased with her either, the stupid girl. She was acting pretty immature, almost like she thought she could get out of detention by acting like a jerk. That doesn't work with Ya--erm, Levkova, though." He had to remind himself that just because he was on personal speaking terms with the teacher, not everyone else was. "She'll regret her words the next time she runs into me, however," he said. "I have plans to show her up."
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