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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 6, 2012 4:59:37 GMT -5
  "What do you do with a dead chemist?" Nell didn't wait for a response before the punchline. "Barium. Ha!"
Chemistry jokes, she had a lot of them under her belt. Her father did not appreciate them as much as she did, but where sometimes their senses of humor did cross, other times he just did not understand her love of puns. Nell continued to giggle to herself in the aftereffects of her joke, goggles over her eyes and sleeves rolled up around her elbows. Her hair had been tied back even before class, leaving the tattoo on the back of her neck bared. She was not conscious about it, save for work when she wore her hair down. Not many people asked about it, and she didn't know whether or not that was a good thing. Would she be okay with talking about it? She had yet to figure it out. With some people, she'd been content in sharing Till's story. Parts of it, the parts that didn't make them realize things about her past that they shouldn't know.
Scattered across the table, instruments of what could quite possibly the lab's demise. That may have been overstating it. Nell did know how to handle chemicals, she knew what to do in matters of safety. Just because things often...exploded...thanks to her, did not mean she was completely inept in the field of science. It just meant she was a combustible kind of person. Or that's how she liked to think of it. Not that she ever gave her much credit for anything, anyway. What did it matter how good she was at experiments? She just liked to have fun. Which wasn't necessarily the main goal when it came to school, but she liked to make everything fun, an adventure. She feared the day she fell into a rut. With things such as school, work, volunteering, it was impossible to escape routine. But it was how she spent her time that mattered. There was never 'boredom' in her world.
"Why did the bear dissolve in water? Because it was polar! I swear, that's my last one."
That would be her last one until she thought of another one. She wondered if her father's co-workers would be more appreciative of these jokes, or if they couldn't indulge in so-bad-it's-good humor. She met a few of them before, when she went to the laboratory. Her father informed her that they had upgraded on a few things since she last been there, for which she was glad. This lab was more high-tech than the lab she had visited with its old Macs and limited space. How did they all not suffocate, working in such close proximity to one another? She was glad at that point she called it nix on her future plans of being a scientist when she grew up, whether it be a physicist like her grandmother or a biochemist like her father. But who knew, her future was in flux, she didn't plan it. However, she knew she had to choose her major very soon, or she won't be graduating. That was not a pleasant thought.
She was sure Caitlyn was all over that. The girl had always been more prioritized than her. She had her head in the game, whereas Nell did what she felt like when she felt like doing it. Not that she did not have responsibilities, she just had a different set of priorities than some. "I think it's heated enough now," she said, looking at the vial of Potassium Phosphate held above the Bunsen burner. She didn't even want to put her hand near it. No Fire student, she wasn't willing to resist her skin to find out just how hot it had gotten. Instead, she picked up the gummy bear with her gloved hands. "Maybe we should step back for this..." She was surprised that the professor had even considered her suggestion. People didn't usually take her seriously, which upset her sometimes. She held the gummy bear up and asked her fellow Earth elemental, "You ready?" Hopefully everything goes according to plan, but plans had a way of...blowing up, with Nell around.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Jul 9, 2012 21:30:50 GMT -5
Caitlyn loved Nell, really she did. She was one of Cait's closer friends as far as she was concerned, and Cait would always have the other girl's back. The only problem was that this came with mild complications at times. Nell's jokes would have been funny if this had been her first time hearing them, but it being that she had an actual science major and therefore had no shortage of science classes... Well, it was definitely not the first time. Even so, Nell was so enthusiastic about them (she was always enthusiastic, and Caitlyn loved that about her) that she couldn't help but smile and giggle a little bit anyway. Oh, Nell. She did encourage Cait's inner dork, and she couldn't tell if this was a good thing or not. On the bright side, she was fully aware that life was more enjoyable on the dorky side of things. "Oh, oh, I have one too!" She sort of wished she didn't, but then again it just wouldn't feel like a Chemistry class with Nell unless they were telling bad jokes back and forth. It wasn't every class that she got to have with a good friend of hers.
"So fluorine walks into a bar, and the bartender says, 'Sorry, we don't serve halogens here,'" she started, meeting their Bunsen burner at eye level and then turning the gas nozzle ever so slightly. She wasn't sure it made a real difference, but just to be sure she adjusted the tube connecting the gas and the fire, too. It was always better to be safe than sorry. "Fluorine reacts violently!" she finished, resisting the urge to add a "bazinga!" or something equally goofy at the end. Plus, that kind of thing would just end in her being tempted to fist pump or something, and she knew that this was definitely not a good idea in the slightest when there was fire and chemistry equipment nearby. She had done enough science in her day to find this out... Mostly, she had spent enough time with Nell to know that most anything could cause an explosion. "Hm..." she mumbled to herself, checking the fire one last time, though she was careful not to get too close. Like Nell, she was an Earth. They weren't particularly equipped to handle fires.
Nell had picked up the gummy bear, and Caitlyn actually found herself gulping. She knew what would happen, had seen it before, but she'd never done this in real life... and even though it was supposed to be fairly dramatic, things were always a little bit over-the-top with Nell. "Wait!" she interrupted suddenly, picking up her notebook and pen quickly and taking a few steps back to where she could stand at an appropriate viewing distance. This was probably the safest she could get around here, but she already her on those safety goggles and everything, her hair pulled up neatly. No, there was nothing else to do but go for it. "Okay... Ready when you are!" she said, pen at the ready. She already knew what would happen and she could most certainly just re-watch the entire thing later online (people did love to upload this one experiment) but just in case, she was poised to start taking notes.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 13, 2012 3:53:30 GMT -5
Nell had a lot to be thankful for. One of those things was tolerant people who befriended her. She really did not want to be a burden on anyone, especially not little miss busy bee Cait. In some aspects she grounded Nell, to the point that she was not always with her head in the clouds. If she found a name for herself, it would be a dreamer. That's what she was biggest on, wild flights of fancies that had its basis in scientist. She grew up with her father, a scientist, so she had been reared to welcome change and theories, she had been encouraged to ponder the impossible whenever she had been encouraged to do anything. And Cait was studying forensic science, so she was sure they shared that in common. Science did not have to be completely rooted in logic, creativity is what gave it wings.
Caitlyn offered her own joke, and Nell grinned, rubbing the fingers of her gloves together and enjoying the feel of them. ”Shoot,” she encouraged through a soft laugh, actually excited about it. Nell did not have many chemistry classes in her life, but that came with the fact that she had never gone to many classes in her life. She wondered a lot how much people saw about that in her, if they could look at her deep brown eyes and just tell that she hadn't had a chance to live before. Could Caitlyn see? Maybe she could tell in the abundance of puns that she hadn't gotten out much. In every moment Nell lived her life, she did not feel at all insecure. But then her thoughts wandered and led her into the crevices of her psyche where she packed everything away, folded and vacuumed sealed and she remembered exactly why she had hidden the secrets of her life away even from herself.
Nell turned herself away, stepping back and covering her mouth as she laughed. It may have been horrible that she was having an entire gigglefit over a 'walks into a bar' joke, but it didn't take much to amuse her. ”Ha cha cha cha cha,” she said, shaking her hips and aiming 'gun' fingers at her fellow Earth. True comedians, whatever were they doing in a science class? She decided to explain why she was now closer to the next table then their own. ”Knowing my luck, I'd have probably knocked the Bunsen burner over with my breath.” She stepped back up, now confident that it wouldn't be as likely. Safety first when it came to playing with fire shooting out of a nozzle, all blue and dangerous.
She balked when Cait told her to stop, like someone breaking into a wedding at the last minute to say that the two should not be wed, or that she should not be putting a chip into the robot to make it a sentient being. She glanced curiously at her partner, raising her eyebrows with a sturgeon face. The girl had taken her notebook and stepped back, and Nell looked back at the Bunsen burner, murmuring, ”Good, now it will just be me who gets burned alive if this doesn't work right.” Obviously a joke—because when could Nell speak seriously when not in a deathly serious situation—she would certainly be willing to take the fall in place of her lab partner. As long as she wouldn't be the one in the medical wing having to explain gummy bears gone wrong. Nell took the gummy bear with the tongs, and stepped closer, saying, ”Ready.” And she certainly was, no traces of fear or resignation in her focused expression. Simple and pure determination of a girl who wanted to see if the videos held up to truth.
She stuffed the gummy bear into the vial until it touched the liquid, and then jumped back so she could get out of the way, carefully stepping around the table so she could stand next to Cait and watch it unfold. ”Oh man, oh man, oh man...” The noise was loud and sputtered as green sparks shot out from the vial, and Nell was caught up in another giggle fit as she watched it unfold before her, carefully looking to see what happened to the potassium phosphate. Most of what she could see was the smoke, but eventually it calmed down until there was simply a green glow until she could see the charred stub of what used to be a gummy bear. She took off her goggles and held them against her chest in a noble show of mourning. ”Alas poor Green Apple. I knew him well, Caitlyn.” A dose of Shakespeare for chemistry class, just the usual. ”Good night, sweet prince.” Even creatures made of gelatin and sugar deserved a proper eulogy.
As she tapped the vial with the tongs, she looked to Cait with a signature crooked smile on her face, crinkling her eyes. ”That was freaking cool,” she said mischeviously, before adding on, ”But I just did not take into account how to clean this. I'll give it a second.” She pulled out the stool and sat down as she watched, waiting for it too cool a little more. For one, she didn't want to touch anything when it was still scalding hot, and for another, she didn't want it to warp if she ran it under water. ”So how's liiifffee?” she drawled in a joking tone, what she usually did when she needed to fill time. She spoke to Cait often enough that she knew about her life, after all.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Jul 28, 2012 19:50:35 GMT -5
At least when Caitlyn was feeling down about herself, Nell did always pick her up pretty excellently. Honestly, it was probably that sense of humour. She had yet to meet anyone else who was so in love with puns before... and it was kind of hilariously wonderful. It was also always an ego boost when people were amused with Cait's jokes. It wasn't as if she thought that she just wasn't funny or anything, but the public's overall opinion was that puns were pretty lame. She probably wouldn't be so... punny if it weren't for Nell's presence. Caitlyn did like the girl, though, very much so. She was a great friend in whatever circumstances, always had such a sunny personality that it was pretty impossible not to just love her. Cait was a fairly positive person too, but she wouldn't say that she was anywhere close to that bubbliness that Nell exuded all the time. She held her fellow Earth in very high esteem. "Boom. We're ready for big time stand-up comedy," she said, but it was pretty clear that she was just joking. Caitlyn didn't know much about (professional) comedy whatsoever. "You'll probably be okay now, it's pretty sturdy," she said, grasping the Bunsen burner by its base and pushing it back a little bit on the counter... just in case.
From a little further away, Cait could still very much hear what Nell said, and she laughed a little. "You'll be fine! Just be careful!" she said encouragingly, adjusting her goggles on her face. She was ready for this even if she was a little nervous at the same time. People had done this in countless labs before, she was sure! It wasn't the safest thing to do, but nothing should go wrong. It was still kind of exciting, however. "Ready," she repeated after Nell just to clarify, even though she had already said it. Caitlyn watched in nervous anticipation as her friend poked the gummy bear further and further, until it reached close enough to the bottom of the vial. Then she trained her eyes on what was happening, scribbling down notes as she went, looking for everything she had been trained to keep an eye out for throughout several years of Chemistry labs. There were sparks and green smoke all over the place so she couldn't see much, but she tried to look past this and make note of things anyway. When it was all over, the gummy bear destroyed inside the test tube, Caitlyn just blinked a few times. "That. Was. Awesome."
She giggled a little bit, coming closer now to stand next to Nell as they both observed the aftermath of their little experiment. Caitlyn raised her eyebrows at what Nell said, searching her mind to figure out what that quote could possibly be from. It had been a while (from her last English class) since she had read any Shakespeare, that was for sure. "Macbeth?" she hazarded a guess, just taking a shot in the dark, before she laughed. "Should we call the newspapers and have them put up an obituary?" She was sure that the editor of the Maple Hollow paper would be very amused by this, and she smiled, trying to imagine opening the newspaper one day to actually see that. Then she put on a very solemn face as she looked at the mess leftover in their vial. "Here lies Green Apple, a noble friend. A tasty snack! May he rest in peace." She hung her head in a little bit of dismay before leaning on the counter behind them. Was there any way to clean this up quickly? She didn't think so. At the least they would have to wait for it to cool down. "I'm in no rush! Life's gooooood," she replied, stretching out the word even more and grinning at her friend. "How's yooooours?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 31, 2012 17:27:55 GMT -5
Two dorks like them, Nell wondered if they could make it as stand-up comedians if that was a viable career. Everything was funny between friends, but on stage in front of people? She had to admire the people who did that. She wasn't shy, but she didn't like the spotlight being on her. Instead, she left that to other people, the people who worked their entire lives to be on stage, or in the vision of people who would tear them down and judge them. ”Maybe you should go on tour. It'll be called Chemistry Cait.” Oh no, she was just hilarious. Even though she was always joking—absolutely always—she didn't think that she was actually terribly funny. But she enjoyed watching Cait laugh and making her smile. It was the greatest feeling in the world. She watched as the Earth girl fussed with the Bunsen burner. ”Hopefully it doesn't do a somersault.” It did worry her when the hose was twisted and the burner was leaning to the side because she just invisioned the place going up in flames. But as Earth students, they were more that prepared to deal with something like that. Bam, throw some sand on that.
God, Cait was so sweet. Nell knew she should be focusing on the project at hand, but she couldn't help when she was overwhelmed by the cuteness standing next to her. She didn't deal well with anything adorable, things like that often reduced her to a puddle of goop. With children she had gotten better in working around them, but honestly she just adored the young'uns. Maybe it was because they were all shorter than her. A little boost in confidence. And she thought about her old job as she dropped the gummy bear in for a moment, remembering bringing in snacks for them, before she was brought back to the present. They were both gleeful about the turnout, and it seriously had gone better than she expected. She liked to believe that every plan she had worked out, but sometimes...well, mistakes happen.
Nell grinned when Cait guessed at the reference, the kind of grin that stretched her entire face, almost comically so. "Pfff, nope. I'd have said it with a Scottish accent. Which I can't do, so it's a good thing I don't quote Macbeth." Most of her knowledge of Shakespeare--other than Hamlet--came from Mr. Summers' class two years ago. He was quite fond of good ol' Bill, as she recalled. "Why Hamlet! Alas poor Yorick..." She could recite the soliloquy, but she spared the poor girl of having to listen to this. Besides, it wasn't often that Nell revealed that she actually knew a lot. She was fine being that kind of ditzy but overall friendly girl who blew up gummy bears with Cait. Said girl suggested they put in an obituary for Green Apple, and she bit her lip so as not to laugh very hard at her miming the opening of the Sunday paper to find their dear friend. "But Caitita, we killed him! If the papers find out, we'll be suspects in the murder!" She was glad that joking about things like this did not give her a chill, a reminder that she had actually been labeled a murderer by the media. Though she couldn't say 'label' because that's what she was and she needed to keep that buried in her past before it devoured her.
Nell tinkered with the pen before smiling at Cait, who opted to just chill with her like the good lab students they were. My life? Spectaculllaarrrrrr." Then she remembered something and said, ”Ooh, I just got a pig! You should come over and see him. His name is Winston and he's the cutest thing you ever did see.” He was small still, and he waddled around the house like he owned the place. But he was grumpy more often than not, and avoided most people except for her. And even when he did choose to snuggle with her, he was kind of a snob.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Aug 1, 2012 15:40:45 GMT -5
Chemistry Cait? The idea elicited a laugh from her. There was no way Caitlyn was funny enough to be a comedian. She and Nell had fun, sure, but personally she wouldn't pay good money to go and see a girl just make puns all the time. It would just be a very weird and very boring stage show, she was pretty sure. Then again, she didn't know very much about professional comedians in general, and she could probably only name a few off the top of her head. Forget ever having been to see one. Maybe it would happen one day if someone decided to drag Cait along to something. For now, she was content just cracking jokes in their Chemistry class. "I can't without my partner!" she said. It would be very scandalous, like if a band went on tour... but left behind their drummer. Well, that wouldn't just be scandalous, it'd also end very badly. Bands needed drummers. In the same way, even if they were funny enough to do such a thing (and if they actually wanted to in the first place) Caitlyn knew that it would be futile to attempt any such thing without the help of her friend. "Or a backflip!" She knew that this was pretty much impossible, unlike the somersault (which was a frightening concept for everyone, she was sure) but the idea of having some kind of Bunsen burner gymnastics tournament amused her greatly.
Caitlyn paused a second, trying to remember which one Macbeth was... Scottish accents sort of tipped her off. "Oh right! Macbeth is the one with the three witches and the spot. And that whole forest moving thing," she summarized, though this was a terrible synopsis of the plot. It was a good thing Cait wasn't an English major, but she would never have chosen it at all. She was content where she was hidden in her science. That was just what she studied, however. There were many other things Caitlyn did that had nothing to do with science in the least. "Right... This is with those gravediggers, right?" It was something like that, at least. Cait couldn't be sure. English wasn't the girl's forte in any way, shape or form. She did remember a little bit of Hamlet at least, if she had to think about it. To be or not to be, that is the question. She'd had to memorize this soliloquy for her class once, but she wouldn't have been able to repeat it now several years later. She had probably forgotten within the span of a few short weeks, in fact. "I guess the bear decided not to be." Caitlyn hoped Nell understood what she meant but wouldn't have blamed the girl if she didn't. "No, no, he chose his end! Nellita," she added with an amused laugh. "He donated his body to science!" In a way he really had, this Green Apple bear. Of course this same experiment had been done before however, so it wasn't exactly... of importance.
A pig? Nell did some very weird things sometimes. But Caitlyn was after all in no position to judge, so she didn't. There were weirder things out there anyway. It wasn't as if she'd just been told that Nell had gotten a Komodo dragon named Winston. That would be much weirder. "I guess I should! He sounds pretty adorable," she agreed even though Nell hadn't actually described him in any way. She'd said he was cute, however. Caitlyn would take her word for that. "How big is he? And why Winston?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 2, 2012 21:16:59 GMT -5
It was kind of silly and sentimental (especially for someone who couldn't be described as very sentimental), but Nell really felt good about being called Cait's partner and being invaluable, even in a joke. What she strove for in life was to be there for someone else. "Aww, I'll be your assistant!" Nope, no spotlight for her, she didn't do well in it. She didn't like any attention on her, especially after the trial. She became a celebrity, but not in a good way. Nell would rather never think about it again. "Dude, what if he's really a sentient gummy bear who knows gymnastics?" She guessed they'd be screwed then. Well, if that was at all possible. She liked to entertain those kinds of ideas, though, they made her chuckle.
Nell laughed when Cait gave the abridged synopsis of Macbeth. Not one of her favorite Shakespeares, but it was definitely up there. "Yep, and Hamlet's the one with the ghost and the crazy chick and everyone dies at the same time." It was a staple of Shakespearean tragedies, she supposed, but Hamlet was way intense at the end. "Mhmm. I will never get over the two guys just jumping into the grave and duking it out. Shakespeare loves his soaps." A lot of it was melodrama, especially Romeo and Juliet. She had to look at it like a satire for her to take it in any way seriously. With Cait's very reasonable defense of what they did, Nell leaned forward and rested her head on the table as she laughed. Donated his body to science, she just couldn't handle how funny that was. "Yes, that's what it said in his living will." One that they would have to write themselves if they were brought to court by the gummy bears. Again, strange thoughts but Nell always thought them.
It was a good thing that Josh was completely on board with the whole pig deal. Even though she hadn't done a good job of explaining herself at first. Cait questioned her choice in names, and Nell's eyes twinkled. "Because he's always grumpy and reminds me of Winston Churchill. But he's lacking in the wry humor department." Because he was a pig. And pigs weren't funny on purpose. Winston was only funny just by being a pig toddling around in a mansion. It was quite the image, and ironic to boot. But considering all their other pets, well, it wasn't weird that the next on the list had been a pig. Their friends probably though that they were just getting crazier and crazier with the pets. "The next pet might be a fox cuz Josh wants one. You got any pets?" If Cait though that the pig was weird, a fox was definitely out there. When Josh had said a fennec, though, she didn't even realize he meant a fox. "But seriously, I don't think you've ever been over my place!" Not since she moved in with Josh, at least.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Aug 13, 2012 15:31:34 GMT -5
Caitlyn mulled over the idea of Nell being her assistant rather than her comedic partner. "But we could have made such a good duo!" She didn't know what the point of this whole conversation was, anyway, since she most certainly didn't want to have to deal with being a comedian. They got far too much flak for everything they did... and Cait wasn't sure if it was ever completely warranted, but she didn't have the time to read up on all the comedian gossip. Was there such a thing? She was sure that there was, at least for certain famous ones. Being that she couldn't name many, it was pointless, but that was the way things went. "But I guess. I mean, I'll pay you well to be my assistant and everything. All the benefits! Good stuff. More money in comedy than in science." She couldn't tell if that was true or not because each comedian was different (as was each professional in the field of science) but she did think that science was at least more... something. Still, good comedians were probably fairly talented, if only she knew anything about it. "Like a gummy bear training for the Olympics?" she asked, smiling a little. "That'd be too cute! But... wait. Did we just end some poor gummy bear's Olympic dream?" Even if he'd managed to survive that, she was sure he'd have lost the use of his limbs, which meant no more gymnastics.
It seemed that too many of Shakespeare's tragedies had "crazy chicks" in them, or at least this was what Caitlyn thought. There was Lady Macbeth, Ophelia, uh... Well, she couldn't think of others off of the top of her head, but she was sure they were there. Insanity was just too much fun to play with in fiction. "That one scene is seriously really crazy, though," she said conversationally. She didn't remember the story, but she did remember that it was all very frightening, that final scene where everyone started dropping dead. "Right? I don't even remember what they were fighting about now, though..." She trailed off with a wistful look as if it would make her day to bring it back to recent memory. In the end though, Caitlyn didn't care any particular amount for English, no more than she did for any other of her mandatory classes. "What else did the will say, I wonder."
Caitlyn's knowledge of history was probably as much as for English -- that was to say, it was minimal. Still, she did know a thing or two, and obviously Winston Churchill had been a fairly important figure. She recalled seeing him in a small number of videos in History classes. "Well, I'd be really impressed if your pig could tell really good wry jokes," she said, scratching her head a little in thought. She imagined this pig of Nell's dressed up as Churchill himself, waving around all those old-timey things. To be fair, she didn't know much about what Churchill looked like other than a typical Old Guy from History. "But he sounds so cute, I want to see! We should figure out a day when I can come over. Unless you want to take Winston for a walk or something." Did pigs require walking? Caitlyn actually had no idea whatsoever. She had never owned a pig before, obviously. "A fox? That's cool!" She didn't know why a fox specifically, but Josh and Nell seemed to be building up an entire petting zoo, so she didn't know what else to say about it. "Nope, not at the apartment. Maybe one day though..." She'd feel kind of awful if she got a pet and left it alone all the time. It wasn't like she had other people living with her who could play with a dog or cat or even fish... though fish were admittedly easier. "But I haven't! And we need to fix that." Busy as she was, Caitlyn would make time for her friends whenever it was needed or wanted.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 14, 2012 21:56:32 GMT -5
She waved her hand, Nell denying the prospect of being in the limelight with Cait the Magnificent. Or rather, Chemistry Cait, as she had decided. ”You will get more money that way! And fame! And hot guys!” Did comedians really get all the much fame? Well, she knew quite a few ones that were pretty popular. As for their lvoe lives, she never heard much on that front and she did not deliberate whether or not Dane Cook was seeing any action. Though, judging by his attractiveness, he probably way. In any case, it would be all good for Cait. She was pretty, she'd get all the hot guys! ”Course, you need to share the wealth, because you'll just be so succcessful that after buying your private jet, and your jacuzzi bathtub, and your jacuzzi bathtub in your jet...you'll need somewhere to put that surplus, right?” She did wonder what the girl would use all that money for. New...science things? What did scientists buy? Her father enjoyed twinkies, even though Nell advised him from eating such things. But as for science gizmos, she was imagining Cait with an Inspector Gadget hat. And now she was feeling guilty for gummy bear death, even though it was in the name of science. ”...He went out with a bang...?” She added in a titter, scratching the back of her head. Apple Green would be achieving his dream up in the Gummy Bear Olympics in Heaven.
Nell had a soft spot for Shakespeare thanks to Hamlet. It was one of her favorite plays, because it was also her sister's favorite. She used to recite parts for the sickly girl in the voices she'd imagine each character would have to entertain the ill girl, invisible skull and blanket around her neck as a cape. She just imagined them all wearing capes and feathered hats. Like Shakespearean tragedies. ”I don't know, bro,” Nell said about the fight. ”I just like to think of him as an old-fashioned Quentin Terantino.” Anyone whose ever heard of action movies knows Quentin Terantino, and she wondered if the man was a big Bill fan. Especially because Titus Andronicas. That was some action/thriller/horror stuff right there. Nell gave a soft 'hmp' in her throat as she thought of the gummy animal's will. ”All of his personal effects, including gummy Chevy Silverado, goes to his wife, Cherry.” That sounded like the kind of car a gummy bear would have, right? Though all this talk of wills and deaths was rather depressing. She didn't want to think of the fact that she'd one day have to write her own will, because she was living in the now and she had too much time ahead of her to think of things like that.
Nell nodded her head in ascent with Cait. It would be awesome if her pig could tell jokes. But then it would be reminescent of Animal Farm and she'd be wondering if he were plotting to stage a coup. ”I'll work on that. I've semi-taught Pablo Spanish.” In her belief, she did. She decided that certain mewls of his sounded like habla or siesta, and that helped her in the belief that she had actually succeeded in her efforts. And she liked to believe that all their animals were cute. But then again, she thought spiders were cute, and she came to find out that not everyone shared her opinions. ”I hate being busy....but...I do walk him a lot in the park. He doesn't play well with the dogs. He gets curious, but I think he kind of freaks them out.” They always get a little worked up, but that was understanble, Winston being a pig and alll. Apparently Cait didn't have an animal of her own, and Nell mocked gasp. ”Animals are wonderful companions!” She didn't have a pet until Josh gave her a kitten, and she had needed a lot of help understanding all the maintenance that went into one, but she got used to it and he became her little buddy. ”Yeah, we do. We can try for Friday afternoon. I have work that night, but otherwise I'm good.” She didn't think she'd have any papers or homework or anything like that so it seemed like a legitament schedule.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Aug 17, 2012 17:35:25 GMT -5
Honestly, Caitlyn didn't care any particular amount for money, fame, or hot guys... well, alright, a healthy dose of all of the above would be nice, she figured -- except the fame, which she could really quite honestly live without. A little bit of money would be good because it meant that she no longer had to work (but she would never approve of being given so much money -- it was against all of her morals and she would far rather make her own living). As for hot guys, Cait would guess that she was at a pretty sore shortage of dateable men in her life, but this was probably because she hadn't actually considered anyone since breaking up with her last boyfriend. "For sure!" she agreed to sharing readily. "Wish I could share the hot guys too but I guess that's not an option anymore." Nell was still very much engaged, after all! "But you're welcome to a cut of the fame any time you want -- being famous sounds annoying." Cait aspired to a number of things, and she knew that it was pretty possible that as a professional musician (should she ever manage to get that far) she might be relatively well-known... but she didn't think she'd be able to handle much more than that. It was just added unnecessary stress.
She put a hand over her heart and looked at the (murder) scene before them sadly. "He did. And he'll be in our hearts forever. And unfortunately not our stomachs." Then again, it'd be worrying if anything stayed in their stomachs forever, but it was the principle of the thing. She hoped there were leftover gummy bears that they could eat later, even though it seemed mildly inappropriate to do such a thing when they were currently lamenting over Green Apple's death.
"Quentin Terantino?" Cait repeated blankly. Apparently, the girl wasn't very up-to-date when it came to action movies. It was like the world of comedy! She didn't know much of the world besides what she ventured into on her own, and though Caitlyn would say that she was fairly well-rounded in her interests... well, that obviously didn't extend to everything in the world. Action movies did seem pretty fun though, if Cait would ever be able to get herself invested into any of them. She tried to imagine Green Apple with his own life, with his wife Cherry and possibly their few kids, one of them just a tiny itty bitty mini gummy bear. That would be pretty cute. "Chevy Silverado? I figured Green Apple would be a more run-of-the-mill Honda Civic guy, honestly!" The idea made her smile in amusement. "Poor Cherry, though. She always did encourage him to go after his dreams of making a difference in science..." Then this was what their little gummy bear family was rewarded with, Cait thought. It would have been pretty sad if this were at all a true story.
As far as she was aware, Nell's cat did not actually speak Spanish to any extent, but she played along. "Have you? Is he semi-fluent, then? Could he ask for directions if he got lost in Spain?" she joked. Actually, she'd be very impressed by a cat that would be able to do such a thing in any language on the planet. She did think that cats were rather intelligent, though -- there were street cats after all, animals who lived like that, and although she was sure it wasn't an ideal life... well, it did seem to Cait that these cats were fairly streetwise and knew their way around. "Aw, but poor Winston!" she said, feeling a little sad for the pig. "What about the other animals, do they like him?" It would be sad if he were just playing on his own all the time. She did nod in agreement when Nell said that animals were good companions, though. Caitlyn thought they really were adorable too, but it had just never happened, and she wasn't sure how likely it was that it would. "Friday afternoon..." She mulled this over a bit in her mind, then nodded. "Should be good! I'll have to check it on the planner later, but I don't think there's anything that day. Depends on the time, too..." There was always so much to do in a day and not enough hours. "We could hang out until you have work! I might have volleyball that night, I don't know yet."
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 17, 2012 18:50:09 GMT -5
Nell already had her rags to riches glory, so she was fine where she was at. It was amazing to think of how far she came, from growing up with nothing to living in a mansion. It was still hard to think about without being jarred. She could only hope for the best for Cait, even if it wasn't fame and riches. "Well, if those hot guys can put on clown costumes and juggle and perform stunts, then I can still enjoy them." Or if they could provide some other sort of entertainment, though their looks wouldn't be important there. Still would be pretty to look at. "Her heart will go on," Nell said solemnly, nodding at the table before continuing unnecessarily into Celine Dion. "Near, far, wherever you are!" She didn't know all the words, of course, but everyone knew the legendary Titanic theme. And just about everybody knew Titanic. It was the best-selling movie of all time or something like that.
Nell sniffed, moving her pencil around. "Want gummy bears now. I have the bag, but I'm a good student and I won't eat it in the lab." That was a big no-no that the professors warned about. They didn't want anyone to be eating off the tables, but she'd never do that. Though she wanted to see if she could heat something up over the Bunsen burner to eat. It was about as ghetto as cooking bacon on a flat iron, which she also wanted to try just for the sake of it. It would be kind of difficult to explain to Josh if he walked into the scene, however. She figured he wouldn't be too surprised.
The movie world was aghast when Cait questioned the identity of the great Quentin Tarantino. Of course Nell just smiled and said, "Director! Mmm....Resevoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill...any of those?" Most people knew Pulp Fiction and Kill Bill, at least. She was really into action movies, surprisingly, but she was into all movies. Especially film noirs and anything in black and white. And super hero movies. Just anything, really. "I like my imagination to have better cars than Civics," she said, wrinkling her nose. She wasn't a big fan of Honda, actually. But she wasn't a car snob, because she was still riving her PT Cruiser.
Nell laughed at Cait's rebuttal, elbowing her gently in the side. "Semi-fluent and that he understands some of the words. He knows when I call comida, he comes running because he knows he's getting food. But I don't think he'd make it in Spain." God forbid he got lost in Spain. Good thing she didn't bring him to Spain when she went with Josh, even though he'd probably have been just fine in her great grandfather's villa. The man did like animals. Well, hunting and eating them mostly. Cait questioned about the other animals, and Nell tilted her head. "Welll, the cats mostly ignore him because that's what cats do. Except Pablo and Eris because they're meanies. But I think our Husky likes him, so there's that." She wasn't letting him near the birds, because they'd probably scare the shit out of him. He spent most of him time eating or with her and whatever she was doing.
She waited as the girl seemed to mull it over. Cait was always busy, so it was nice to spend some time with her. That's why mentally she was crossing her fingers like a contestant on wheel of fortune. "You can text me whenever. Even if it's to let me down and break my heart." She always had her phone on her because it was her connection to the world. She didn't always text people, but she did it a lot when she was stuck at home or otherwise couldn't go meet up with someone. "If volleyball is all you have, we could make it work. My hours do get kind of weird though, but unless there's a change, I go in at six." She worked earlier week nights, but at least it was better hours than working at a bar. Those were hellish.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Aug 20, 2012 20:30:02 GMT -5
To be honest, Caitlyn was pretty sure that most of the clowns she had seen in her life were middle-agedish men who weren't, in fact, particularly attractive. Then again, she hadn't seen any of them without all of the clown make-up, so it was possible that underneath all of that there was some kind of Greek god of a man or something. "How many attractive clowns do you know?" she asked curiously, smiling a little at the thought. "But then I could just hire guys who aren't that hot to do all of that!" Then again, it would probably be just the added bonus if everyone with talent turned out to be a hot guy. "'Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime'... and so on," she said with a quiet laugh. Caitlyn actually did know every single word, but she was going to blame that on being a musician -- the particular song was just far too easy to play on everything, and actually she kind of hated it because of how much it was everywhere all the time.
She knew that eating in the lab was a bad idea, probably one of the first rules she'd learnt way back when they'd started doing labs of any kind in school. For the most part, though, there was never anything actually edible in the lab, so the gummmy bears really were starting to look pretty tempting. "I don't know... I guess it's not worth taking the risk." She did really want them, though.
"Oh!" The titles did sound familiar, as did the director's name now, more than before. "You know... I should really brush up on my movie-watching..." She trailed off. The problem was time, it was always time. Cait imagined she would be able to make time for these things if she really tried, but really, she didn't have enough time to hang out with her friends and things like that as it was. She'd far rather do that than spend an entire day off watching movies or something -- she also got restless when she was just sitting watching things for a long period of time, anyway. "They're not so bad!" she said, laughing at Nell's reaction. "Not that I really know, but at least they run!" Caitlyn probably wouldn't drive one herself...
"Hey!" She laughed and elbowed Nell right back. "Not very nice." It was a little disappointing that Pablo wasn't able to actually speak Spanish, but of course he was a cat and Caitlyn knew that it couldn't have been so. Still, she knew that it was possible for animals to understand more than one language, thoguh she wondered what it was like for them. Did Nell's cat really understand the concept of one language, let alone multiple, or was it just that certain sounds put together meant something from past experience? If so, was it just that there was more than one way to say something that meant they were about to get food, or... Hm, that was a mystery. Caitlyn was no psychologist, and certainly not for animals too. "Comida is food, right?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "That's still a good start, though! Though at least if he knew a little bit of Spanish it'd help him in Spain... maybe." He'd at least maybe understand that the stranger approaching him was friendly and carrying food, rather than about to catnap him. Cait did hum a little to hear that their Husky liked Winston. She had a soft spot for Huskies. "That's kind of adorable," she told Nell, sighing a little. "And also you guys have a zoo at this point, you know." She knew that Josh's place was big, but she wasn't sure how many more animals it could take, really.
Caitlyn put a hand on her heart and the other one reached over Nell's shoulders to drape over them. She squeezed the shoulder opposite her in what was an almost reassuring way. "I would never break your heart," she insisted, pouting. "We'll figure out a good day!" She kind of hated texting, honestly, so if anything she'd wind up calling Nell if she could, but then again she knew that the girl's schedule was also fairly packed, so it was possible she'd never be able to pick up. That was when texts did come in handy. "Volleyball's probably at seven anyway, so it'll be good." She sighed and leaned against her friend's shoulder. It was nice having friends who were just about as short as she was -- everyone else made her feel like a real midget. "When are you finished work?"
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 26, 2012 5:15:24 GMT -5
The question made Nell laugh, though she tried to keep it down for the sake of her class. ”I don't know, but they exist! I believe!” She was still laughing, though it was more giggles now as she tried to calm herself down, propping her chin against her hand so she could cup her mouth. Cait continued the song, and Nell dragged a finger down her cheek, miming a tear. She guessed she could have Canadian pride in Celine Dion now. She was not completely Canadian, but she felt it. Just a few more years and she would be naturalizaed. Nell was about to take out the bag, before she shook her head. ”It'll be our little treat for after class.” She didn't want to be yelled at by the professor. She tried her best to be a good student...mostly because she already gave him enough shit. It wasn't her fault that things liked to explode in her hands.
Quentin Terantino was a big name in movies, but Nell often felt that she knew more about movies than she should. She grew up with them, the old black and white movies at least, but she'd since then expanded. Her favorite movie might have been Fight Club, but she didn't like to choose favorites because there might be something out there she hadn't seen before that might change her mind. There were limitless possibilities. And Blue Angel wanted to fight for the top spot as well. ”You doooo. I have a huge collection that I could lend some DVDs from. I practically own Netflix.” It was bigger than most other collections of hers, save for her paper cranes. She had a lot of books, but the library was awfully convenient. Nell mocked a rather dramatic reaction to Cait's claim that the Civic was not bad. And it wasn't, actually, judging by mileage and durability. ”You just don't understaannndd. I don't like Civics.” It was said in a whiny tone, but anyone knowing her could understand that she actually didn't feel that way. She just didn't really like Honda, was all. She was a bigger fan of Ford.
Nell's reaction to her friend's words was to tug her bottom eyelid down and stick out her tongue. It might have just been that Pablo was attracted to the kitchen whenever she was in it. Shaking the bag attracted pretty much everyone in the house, as a matter of fact. ”Si, it is,” she informed Cait about the world, very impressed that she knew the word. ”Or maybe if we took him enough times to the country he'd eventually learn.” She said this with a smile. Unlike other European countries, Spain did not adopt English as one of its official languages. It was just many version of Spanish, the main one being what Nell had learned as a child. She nodded her head when Cait said that the relationship between the husky and pig was cute. It was like a freaking Babe or Charlotte's Web thing going on. ”The Dale Zoo, yup.” She loved all their animals, even though the neighborhood must have thought of them as those people.
Nell looked over at the fellow Earth as she put her arm around her shoulders, the other on her chest. ”I hope not! Because if we can't find a time, it'll mean we were never meant to be.” And that would simply be tragic, more tragic than Hamlet jumping in Ophelia's grave with Laertes to beat the shit out of each other. When the girl spoke of volleyball, she patted her on the head. ”If not, you'll just have to be late because I'll keep you captive.” And then Cait would join the zoo forever and ever and ever. Hypothetically speaking, of course. Nell didn't take much joy in holding her friends' prisoner. ”Oh, around midnight, but I stay after to close up. Really it just depends on how long the performances are.” She really didn't need too many hours of sleep, or that's at least what she convinced her body through messing up her circadian rhythm. The easiest job she had was working at the daycare when it came to hours.
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Post by CAITLYN AUBREE SOMMERLOT on Aug 27, 2012 15:47:24 GMT -5
"Mmph, well, you should introduce me to them if you ever find some," Caitlyn said decisively, as if this was really likely to happen. She supposed that she could just go to Clown School or something and see what happened. Surely out of an entire class of aspiring clowns, some of them had to be attractive males around her age. That was if Clown School even existed, though, because she'd never actually seen one in real life. "Ooh, gummy bears. And I don't have another class for like... a while, so it'll be good!" She'd be able to sit with Nell and just munch on gummy bears and relax for a while, assuming her friend didn't have anything to do either. Honestly, the time would have been more productively used if she tried to get homework done or something along those lines, but she was in one of those off moods and it seemed like too much work at the moment.
She liked watching movies even if she didn't have the time very often, and she brightened up a little when Nell mentioned her collection. "We should just, like... marathon a whole bunch of movies sometime. Some day when we're both free." Nell was also pretty busy, Cait knew, so when their schedules conflicted -- which was way too much of the time -- it was pretty hard to find the time to get together and do anything. She was glad that they at least had a few classes together, both being Sophomores and Earths and all that. It was always nice to see friends when she was able to, though Cait was very much okay with long periods of time in between, mostly out of necessity. "But whyyy?" she whined back. "Not like I know anything about Civics, actually." She gave Nell a sheepish smile. Caitlyn didn't know much about cars in general, except that she had one and she liked it and that was just fine.
At the face that Nell pulled, Caitlyn just giggled and reached out a hand to tug on her friend's ear a little. They could both be such dorks sometimes. "Yes! My extensive Spanish education hasn't failed me!" In reality all her knowledge of the Spanish language was limited to watching a couple of kids' TV shows, and she was sure that comida hadn't been taught on any of those. Really she'd just taken a lucky guess, but hey, if not good at languages then at least she was good at taking wild shots in the dark. "And maybe, but I'm not too sure that's how it works, this whole learning languages thing. Does Pablo speak English, even?" Well, she figured that he did understand it. If so then he probably understood Spanish too, no problem. "As long as you don't charge me to see the zoo," she said, nodding. Her smile was relaxed and kind of goofy, but she was enjoying herself in this time they were just hanging out. "Oh! And do I get to feed the animals?" It was a very serious question. She would love to pet the husky, for instance.
They weren't in a relationship, but this didn't stop Caitlyn from putting a hand to her heart as she spoke. "But we're soulmates, Nell. Soulmates." She remembered when Nell had first shown up at the Academy a couple of years ago, how they'd had a couple of classes together. Now here they were in Sophomore year, and oh jeez did time go by far too quickly for her liking. She was excited for the future and scared of it all at once, much like she had been back then in Grade Twelve. "Oh. Do I at least get my one phone call?" Being held captive by Nell was probably much different from being held at the police station, she was sure. Cait hadn't done anything wrong! Her only crime was wanting to play volleyball! "So late," she said, sighing a little. Then again, this probably just meant that they ran on about the same amount of sleep, which really wasn't healthy -- but it was life and the way Cait had been for too long now to change it. She sighed as she wrapped an arm around her friend, leaning their heads together for a second. She wasn't always overly affectionate, but thinking about this made her feel suddenly tired and like she wanted to lean on someone. "Any interesting performances coming up?" She had a natural curiosity about the things going on at the theatre.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 28, 2012 14:53:53 GMT -5
Nell wore an expression of complete confidence as if accepting Cait's challenge. "Oh I will. Don't even be surprised." She snapped her fingers for emphasis. Now she would have to wonder, but what chance did she have? Clowns were usually wearing their makeup. She wondered if they ever took it off or if they stayed in character forever. The secret life of clowns was something she'd never know, she supposed. As was the life of gummy bears, which was why the two had just come up with a complete life for the one they had exploded. "Yay, no classes. You realized we're dorks, right? Most people use breaks to smoke, we're eating gummy bears. Thug life." She liked be a goody two shoes, because her past didn't paint her in such a picture. She was a murderer, ex-underage bartender and fugitive. Even though she didn't think of herself as such, she was kind of a badass.
She almost squealed as Cait spoke, but she just kicked her feet excitedly. "Yes! It's totally doomed to fail considering our college life problems, but one day...we will watch movies." There was nothing better than a movie marathon. With food. Lots of food. Not like she didn't get excited over every little thing already, but it was honestly up there on her list of totally awesome things. And since Cait seriously needed to improve her repertoire, it was even better. She just was too busy a lot, but it wasn't like Nell could be bitter about that. It would be weird for anyone to be bitter over that. "Honda," she hissed when Cait asked why, as if the word was taboo. Then, more seriously, "Not a big Honda fan. I'm just a car snob." That was true at least. She just couldn't pin down a specific reason why she didn't like Honda. And even though she said she didn't like them, it wasn't like she actually abhorred them as she pretended. She was the one driving a PT Cruiser.
She pretended to wince when Cait tugged on her ear, saying, "Great! Now I can drop you off in Spain and give you directions to where I am to see if you can find me. It'll be like a game show." Like the Amazing Race, except it was only her competing and she'd be finding Nell, not getting money. Though she would be nice and give her friend money, of course. That is if this was not a hypothetical situation. "I liked to believe anything is possible!" She laughed, because she didn't think taking Pablo to the country would help him much. And she may have been a little afraid her great grandfather might eat him, until she remembered he fed the strays. He was just a strange man. "I like to believe he does. Because hey, there are those dogs on TV that can totally speak it." Well, supposedly but she could never really hear it. There was a husky that knew how to say "I love you" but it didn't really sound like that to her. Still, in her heart, she'd forever believe. "You're VIP, you get in for free," Nell said with a grin. "And yes, I'll allow feeding. Just be careful, they might bite." She shook her head as she laughed. "Totally lying, though." She didn't think any of them bit. A few of the cats did, but they were cats. It was expected.
Nell felt so close to Cait in that moment, because they were soulmates. So much so that they had science together. Science soulmates. She laughed when Cait put her hand to her chest. "But Josh can't find out about any of this. Don't think he'd be pleased." Their imaginary relationship just would not fly. But he was okay. She was not ditching him to marry Cait, even though she was incredible. She needed to find some handsome clowns for the girl. "Hmm...are captives allowed calls? I think I might hold you ransom then, and hopefully your parents pay up." She was going to make a Liam Neeson reference but she wasn't sure if Cait would get it and mentally added Taken to their movie marathon list just in case. In any case, she certainly hoped that Cait's parents were not Liam Neeson. Because she would be screwed. "I'm just glad that I have the sweetest boss ever." Mr. Hart was surprisingly adorable for an old guy. The problem with her job was Jane, and even the thought of her made her shudder. So she shifted her thoughts and recalled the list she'd seen in the schedule for the performances. "There's a local band playing, but I can't remember the name. And one night there'll be an orchestra. These are the nights I work." She leaned back a little and stretched as if thinking about it just made her sore and asked, "What's the week looking like for you? Aside from being too busy for your soulmate?" She sniffed as if she were just about to cry. Cait just made her so sad.
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