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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 2, 2012 23:07:57 GMT -5
 Yeager thought that he was good at a lot of things, but that was far from the truth. He just had an over inflated ego. In his defense, he needed it to keep himself sane in the environment he often found himself in. He couldn't choose his family, but he could choose whether or not he wanted to kill them, and luckily he refrained. But he did choose his friends, and even that seemed like a bad idea. Because he ended up with people like Jen and Sandy and Noly. The only one who held some semblance of normalcy was Knox, and he was a stuttering basket case. Yeager did consider himself the only sane man. Not even Pacey was normal. For god's sake, just his name screamed, "I will be the reason you lose your mind."
One thing he was good at and he liked to do with his friends was shop. He had an interest in fashion from the time he was young and he was trying on his fathers' ties. But it had nothing to do with having two daddies, because they did nothing to encourage that sort of thing with him. Of course, Lucas was the one to give him both GI Joes and Barbies for the whole "let him choose what he wants" deal. Yeager believed that his father just humored his husband. In any case, Yeager had both the money and the eye for quality products to have such a taste in fashion. He would never go out looking like a schmuck, though if you come to his house a little too early in the morning you'd find him in his pajama pants. That was normal for anyone.
The outlet stores were probably his favorite place to shop. It wasn't too pricey, but it was quality and that's what he was looking for. After all, the boy didn't have the creativity to be making his own clothes. He left that to the designers, but unfortunately he did not have any designer friends. "Should I get a bow tie?" Yeager questioned the Earth, holding it up from one end. "Someone once told me that it screams to the world, 'I'm impotent'. But Bill Nye was a cool dude." Who didn't like Bill Nye? That man wore a bow tie. It all depended on who you were, really, and how you wore it. Yeager had a suit he could wear with it, but then there was the question of an event he could wear it to.
He placed the bow tie back down and said, "I clearly don't have enough accessories." He said it with a hint of scorn at himself. What else would draw him to such a thing? He needed more, but maybe a hat would be a better investment. Hide his curly mop better. That was something that he wasn't as proud of as his fashion sense.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 3, 2012 19:29:35 GMT -5
It was always nice to have a pocket full of cash when he wanted to buy things. Luckily for Pacey, he usually had a pocket full of money, and he also usually wanted to buy things. He just liked to have new things! He liked video games and random fun things and the like, but Pacey had to say that those things weren't things that he could very easily just wander around shopping for. Nope, nope -- he usually bought games and the like when he knew they were coming out or were already out, and then he went and sought them out specifically or ordered them or reserved them or something like that. Gadgets and things were much the same. Clothes were very different, though. The boy had probably spent ages upon ages just wandering around with a friend or something (or sometimes by himself) through various stores, along streets and shopping malls and... this was the reason he lacked a reputation as a totally manly man.
Okay, it could have also been his face, but hush, Pacey couldn't control his face. He liked to shop, though, so he would! Luckily he was able to surround himself with friends who didn't judge him for these things. Yeager was good to keep around for that. He was actually occupied with some regular ties a little ways away (there was a seriously badass pink one there), not having yet noticed the bowties Yeager was inspecting, or he would have been on that in a hot second. The kid liked his bowties... so when Yeager asked his question, his answer was at first a very strange look. "Dude. Have you seen my bowties at home? Duh you should get one." He said it like this was just plain common sense, giving his friend a look of deep confusion like he couldn't imagine what else the answer could possibly be. "And whoever told you that is an idiot. Chicks dig bowties." Did they really? He didn't know. Despite having such a collection, he didn't wear them that often -- mostly because he was up in nice hoodies and the like. He hoped any girlfriends he had in the future liked them, though. His choice in accessories should hopefully not drive a wedge in the relationship.
Pacey just laughed. "You should get it. Buy all of them!" Everyone should have a collection of bowties -- everyone. Plus, if it were up to Pace, he'd snap up every single one of them himself, but he had enough as it was... not that this ever stopped him. Now he inspected one -- yellow with slightly lighter yellow polka dots. "See? Too fly."
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 6, 2012 21:51:55 GMT -5
Of course Pacey approved. He looked at the garment with narrowed eyes. "I don't know. Just because you can pull them off, doesn't mean I can." Yeager would admit that there was quite a few things he just couldn't do. That was part of being high fashion. Admitting that there was some things he just couldn't wear. He wasn't one to go around in parachute pants, but he was willing to rag on anyone who did wear them. The boy had to make people aware, after all. ”Chicks also dig puppies, but I'm not about to sprout a tail for them.” He had to wonder if chicks dug Bill Nye, though. He was awesome to Yeager. The man taught him all about science and shit. Even though he didn't often get to tell people because he never really talked about his “hopes and dreams”, the guy kind of inspired him to be an engineer.
Yeager rolled his eyes, and pushed Pacey's arm. ”Okay, sure. I'll also buy all the Ked sneakers too.” Who wore Keds, anyway? Okay, he was definitely willing to take Pacey's advice. The kid dressed well. One of his friends that he didn't have to make fun of because of his fashion. Well, most people he made fun of was because of their lack thereof. And it seemed he got Pacey started on the bow ties, and he wasn't going to steer him away. The Earth did have a lot of them. Like, an insane amount. But he pulled off hipster chic like a boss, and Yeager wasn't going to tell him that wasn't a good thing. Yeager only wished he could pull that off, but mostly he was limited to douchebag cotoure. ”Oh my god, take me now,” he said, gripping Pacey's shoulders and swooning exaggeratedly with the back of his hand against his forehead. ”So sexy, how can any woman resist?” The Water righted himself and laughed, picking up the accessory he'd been inspecting earlier. With Pacey's convincing, it was starting to look better. ”All right, I'll buy one. But if I hear shit from anyone, I'm blaming you.” He shook his head. ”Who am I kidding, it'll probably be from Lucas. I can hear it now. 'Ugh, Elliot, you look gayer than me.'” And it was certainly something the man would say, much to his husband's disdain. He didn't like comments that could possible scar Yeager.
He threw the tie over his arm and walked along. ”And in case you don't realize, he's the one who made the impotent comment.” His father was wildly inappropriate sometimes, and the best of him was brought out around his friends. Luckily he did pretty well with Knox, not making any immature comments that would have had Yeager sticking his head in the oven. ”Speaking of those people who shall not be named, I think Gloria is kind of losing her mind. She tried to smother me with a pillow last week because I missed her dance recital. I mean, she's like...thirteen now. It was possibly endearing when she attempted homicide as a child, but now it's borderline mental.” Did he really think she was losing her mind? Not quite, but when he was bitching to his friends, he had to put it into perspective. But seriously, pillow smothering. That was not normal.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 7, 2012 22:22:38 GMT -5
Pacey was pretty flattered that Yeager thought he actually could pull off the bowties, actually -- he knew that there were many people who thought those things should go burn in the fiery pits of hell, but hey... hey. He thought he looked boss in a bowtie, so obviously none of those people knew what they were talking about. "Please, all it takes to pull off the bowtie is confidence." He waved a hand in dismissal of this ridiculous notion that there was any way not to pull off the bowtie. Then again... actually, okay, it didn't work for everyone, but he could see Yeager rocking one, sure. Why the hell not? "And no, but you could always buy a puppy. Then imagine how the girls would fall in line," he said, snickering a little at the thought. It wasn't like he didn't think Yeager could get ladies or something, but man, Pace was pretty sure he'd have noticed by now if they really were lined up around the block.
He gave Yeager a hard, judgmental look when he mentioned Ked sneakers. The funny thing was, Pace didn't even care that much about his clothes and shit -- it was mostly around Yeager at this side of him came out. Most of the time, he just... looked pretty nice, okay, sure, but he definitely didn't think he was some kind of clothing snob... again, except around Yeager. The dude just made it so easy. "Keds? Who do you think you are, anyway?" Alright, come on. Yeager could do better than that. He laughed when Yeager took his shoulders, but gave him a look of deepest sorrow. "Can't keep 'em off. Turning straight dudes gay, apparently," he said, waggling his eyebrows a little at Yeager, almost suggestively... but it didn't quite get there. The baby face probably ruined that. Then he rolled his eyes. "Hey, whoever you hear shit from clearly has defunct taste, so it doesn't even matter." For a second he went quiet as he inspected a few more of the bowties -- this had to be the best section in the whole store, nothing else could compete. Pacey knew that he had obnoxious amounts of bowties and didn't even wear them that often (mostly for dressy -- or semi-dressy -- occasions, but those weren't actually frequent) but... he just couldn't resist.
After a few seconds he decided to leave the bowties behind, but not before he actually did pick one out (the yellow one from before) -- he could always use more bowties in his wardrobe, but it was funny because most of the time he was just all jeans and hoodies and nothing fancy but his badass sneakers. Hey, he just had a thing for shoes. "Uh, not that I think Lucas doesn't have taste or anything... but c'mon, that's just because he hasn't seen me in a bowtie." Pacey flashed his friend a winning smile. Aw, yeah. He owned bowties... and not just in the literal sense that they were his possessions, of course not. Then he laughed a little when Yeager spoke about his younger sister. "You and your family have a special relationship together," he said with a nod. Pacey's family was honestly pretty normal compared to them, but it was just him and his mother and father. "And wait, I mean, hold up," he said, stopping dead in his tracks to give Yeager a would-be gravely serious look. "What was the recital, exactly? Because if it was some performance of like... Swan Lake or something, then you totally deserved that."
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 8, 2012 21:27:55 GMT -5
Confidence. Yeager did have that, as a matter of fact. Too much of it. Maybe he should pull the plug on all the ego he had, but how could he not think he was awesome? He was Elliot Awesome Yeager. Okay, so the middle name was of his own invention, but it fit him more than Nathan. That middle name was definitely not awesome. And as it were, Pacey was pretty convincing in the bow tie argument. ”You know what they say. All you need is a dog to get a pussy.” Who said that? No one but Yeager, actually, but he would defend it as a saying to the death. ”I don't have any pets for a reason. If Gloria does end up being a psychopath, the dog would be first to go.” That was the first sign of a serial killer. Though it would be handy information for him. Sometimes he really wanted to know if his life was truly in danger.
Yeager scoffed, one of those high class, 'I know more than you' scoffs. The kind that a count might make in the presence of a peasant. ”I'm Gucci coutoure, bitch.” He tried to flip his hair, but it was hard to do that when he had a mop of curls that could not be tamed by anything short of a rake. He shaved it off once when he was young, and his father almost had a meltdown. Not one of his brightest ideas, but no one had bright ideas in childhood. At the time, it had seemed brilliant.
Even if he was gay, Yeager found Pacey too adorable to be sexy. Or maybe he was being biased. After all, he loved women stacked like pancakes. ”I hope you aren't impotent, bowtie man, because I want to have your gay babies.” He said it with his best effeminate tones, which wasn't too good considering that he had a pretty deep voice. It came off more as a drag queen. ”Ugh, god, you're such a pedlar. Pushing bowties on me...” He shook his head. The kid was probably two heartbeats away from chanting do it and you're cool, do it and you're cool. Well, that was more Yeager's style. Possibly a worse influence than Pacey considering he'd be the one chanting someone into a keg stand.
Yeager shot his friend an incredulous look when he mentioned Lucas not having seen him in a bowtie. He clicked his tongue. ”Maybe if you come over wearing a bowtie, he'll see the light. Because he's a fashion fascist.” The Water boy laughed lightly. ”Heh, alliteration. I should be getting an A in English.” But he wasn't, of course, he didn't think he'd ever seen an A in English. If he tried it would have been more of a possibility, but laziness in school was the reason he was taking some classes over.
Another dubious look at Pacey, and Yeager stopped to look at sneakers. ”When you say 'special', you mean that like we should be in search of clinical help, right? Because yeah, I guess then we're pretty fucking special.” His parents held it together pretty well. Okay, Richard held it together pretty well, but everyone else. He guessed his mother was also pretty well off. Nope, not her either, she was a bohemian metalhead who traveled with her band and brought back anal beads and other sex toys for him whenever she came over, and he still didn't know why.
At the falsely grave way Pacey spoke to him, Yeager lifted his hands up, a sneaker dangling from a finger. ”I don't even know. Did I commit sacrilege then?” He sighed. ”I told her that I had work. Of course, that was after I was woken up from the lack of oxygen flow to my lungs.” It was like when he woke up face down in the pillows and couldn't breathe. Those are terrifying experiences, being woken up without breathing. ”I don't know what it was, I was just toldm, 'You're going to your sister's recital.' If 'or you will be smothered with a pillow' had come after that, I might have made more of an effort to come. How do you like these?” He held up the yellow Nikes. Nikes were probably his favorite brand for sneakers, as a matter of fact.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 10, 2012 14:49:19 GMT -5
Pacey was pretty sure that most of the stuff to come out of Yeager's mouth was just total made-up bull, but he wasn't nearly cruel enough to call his friends out on these things. Well... depending on the friend he might, and actually he was pretty sure Yeager would be able to take the attitude and dish it back tenfold without any problems, but Pacey was going to keep... relatively quiet in this case. Instead he just said, "I have never heard anyone say that except you. Just now." Pacey tended to treat the girls he liked a lot better than just trying to win them over senselessly anyway -- alright, even though he went through crushes like people went through... whatever people went through really quickly. "I'm pretty sure she actually isn't a psychopath, but whatever you say. Remind me not to bring any pets over there just in case." Okay, it wasn't like Pacey actually had pets considering he was in a dorm at the Academy itself, but pfft, whatever. He wanted a puppy! Puppies were adorable. "Of course you are," he said, rolling his eyes. "And this --" he demonstrated, -- is the proper way to hair flip, thank you." Okay, his hair was still a bit too short for that nonsense, but at least it wasn't all curly and shit like Yeager's.
This conversation may have vaguely disturbed him if he weren't already so used to Yeager and the way he operated. The dude was straighter than straight, like Pacey, whatever they talked about and did in their free time. "I don't know how you're going to make that work, but..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You're welcome to come try sometime." Oh god, this conversation was ridiculous. Pacey really wasn't terrible enough for this type of thing at all. Certain friends brought out this side of him... but probably none quite as much as Yeager. "If it means spreading bowtie love around the world? Any day." Man, he sounded like a lunatic when he talked about bowties, but he'd remind anyone who asked that Yeager was the one who'd brought up this topic in the first place. Really now, there was no need for people to get all up in arms with Pacey. He was an innocent guy, simply defending the best fashion accessory as of yet known to mankind. "Maybe, huh? What if he just calls me impotent and tells me to get out of his house?" He didn't know much about either of Yeager's dads, but he wasn't really willing to take the chance and wind up making enemies out of them or anything like that. "And pfft, you'd get an A in English if you actually did the work." Laziness was killer. Pacey could procrastinate sometimes, but in the end things ended up getting done -- his work ethic was luckily not terrible.
Well, Pacey would never say something as terrible as to suggest that his friends and their families required clinical help, but it was a little bit worrying maybe if the youngest member of the family consistent attempted homicide. He actually thought Yeager's family was a riot, though, and so long as nobody got properly hurt then he didn't think there was a problem! Their place made his own family look incredibly boring, not that Pace was complaining about these things. He loved his own family. "Hey, not necessarily. Except maybe Gloria. It depends." He grinned to show that he was kidding, holding his hands up as if to say he was innocent. Then he dropped them and wandered over tot he sneakers. Oh, sneakers. The two of them were now just always hitting up all of Pacey's favourite things. Next if they happened to wander through an aisle selling cheeseburgers or something, he'd be greatly impressed, but this seemed unlikely in a clothing store. "Sacrilege. Treason. Blasphemy!" He laughed. "It might have been a good idea to tell her that you had work so you weren't coming, like... you know, before the actual recital happened. Then she probably wouldn't have tried to kill you and all." He rolled his eyes a little bit. "Well, I doubt anybody would tell you that you'd be smothered with a pillow. Isn't it just common sense at this point? Seriously, man." He paused for a omment to inspect the soles of the shoes Yeager was holding up -- then Pacey nodded his approval. "I like! You should buy 'em." Then again, he always bought everything that caught his eye, so maybe he wasn't the best person to go to advice with these things.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 12, 2012 4:55:08 GMT -5
Yeager shrugged. He liked to think of his brain as a couldrun full of brilliant ideas. But that was just him. ”Yeah, doesn't mean it's any less true.” Even if he screwed up a good ol' addage—or invinted one of his own—didn't mean that it held less meaning. It just meant that Yeager enjoyed talking out of his ass a lot. And he was one of those guys who was like a UFO believer, when other people constantly said that those bright lights were airplanes or government tested jets. Except it was his friend not believe that Gloria was possibly insane. ”Dude, dude, you cannot say anything until you've spent a night at my place.” This was very true, actually. ”And yeah, I wouldn't advise you to bring your animals over.” Or Pokemon or any other living creature that could be harmed by fire. He was just thankful she didn't turn out to be an elemental, because that would have been very bad. But it wasn't like his own elemental capabilities protected him. He gave Pacey a once-over when he demonstrated a hair flip, before rolling his eyes. ”Thanks for teaching me your ways, oh wise one,” he said, with the right amount of sarcasm, of course.
With a pseudo-hair flip of his own, Yeager responded quite easily to that. ”How else do you think I was born?” Surrogate motherhood was pretty awesome. And he actually kept in touch with his, considering she was friends with his parents. He didn't know whether he considered her a real mother, though, she was more like the crazy aunt that came around with weird gifts from her tours. ”You're doing the world a big favor,” he said dryly. Clearly not enough enough men wore bowties, and Pacey was setting out to fix that problem. He was doing God's work. And hey, fashion was all about experimenting. Or something like that. The Water boy snorted when his friend mentioned the possibility of Lucas kicking him out. ”Please, he'll be baking you brownies even if you're wearing a bowtie.” The man loved meeting his friends, probably more than he loved his son. Maybe it was because he saw too much of his son already, and meeting other young people refreshed him. Pacey did bring up a good point about his English grade. ”Maybe. Still hate it. Science is where it's at.” He wanted to be an engineer, so he excelled in the subjects of math and science. Didn't mean he gave his teachers any less crap. He liked to think that he was endearing in a Dennis the Menace way.
And in all truth, Yeager would be glad if Pacey agreed that his family needed some help. It would reassure him that he wasn't the one actually going crazy. Because that's what it felt like over half the time and it wasn't reassuring him. ”I think I need some time away. Like...forever. Just move to Switzerland and eat all their cheese.” He did like Swiss cheese. Maybe he'd fit in well over there. Even though it was Europe, and it was pretty weird there. Or so he'd heard. His only trip to Europe had been Ireland. Though the boy did have some interesting advice to give. Yeager didn't appear to be paying attention as he looked elsewhere, but it was clear by his response that he'd heard. ”I had to stay longer than expected. I was planning to go because I can be an awesome brother. I just didn't tell anyone that I was going to be staying later.” He didn't have any time to call really, his boss was the kind of person to bite his head off should he even text. It felt like the man was always watching. ”She's a freshman, aren't they reading Shakespeare now? Because that was some Othello and Desdemona bullshit. English is just a bad influence.” He didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing that Gloria wasn't easily influenced. She was the bad crowd, after all. ”Nikes it is,” he said. ”You got anything you're in desperate need of? Because sneakers is one for me, I've run through my last ones. Soles falling off and I swear, I duct taped them together.” Yes, he regretted that. Fashion faux pas, indeed.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 14, 2012 20:30:50 GMT -5
This was quite possibly true, so Pacey just shrugged it off. It wasn't like he was going to be able to do anything about it even if it turned out that Gloria was, in fact, crazy... or the rest of Yeager's family, even. "I think I can and I just did," he pointed out, laughing. "But one day I'll just have to crash at your place and I'm sure it won't be that bad." Of course, maybe he just had false confidence. This wasn't something that he wanted to test out for himself, honestly, so he was just going to take Yeager's word for it... and argue back, but that was just for the fun. "And I don't have any animals actually, but I'll make sure not to accidentally drag squirrels with me or anything. Can't hurt the critters and shit." Actually, Pacey sort of really wanted a puppy or something because they were adorable, but he actually still had no idea what the rules were on pets at the Academy, and if they weren't allowed then he had no idea where the heck he would put said puppy. "You have much to learn, young one," he said sagely. Pacey's hair flips were beautiful, alright -- better than Justin Bieber's any day, and certainly better than Yeager's, though perhaps that wasn't actually his fault.
Pacey decided that he'd play it dumb. He didn't really need to know much more than the basic science of how babies were made, thanks very much -- though he knew neither of Yeager's dads had actually given birth to him or anything like that, ew, he still didn't need to think about his friends' parents having sex. He didn't need to think about anyone's parents having sex. "I don't know, I figured the stork or whoever just came and dropped you off in the middle of the night," he said innocently, smirking. "And the world should really be thanking me. I'm sure they will once everyone has a bowtie and they'll look back on it." Man, at that time he'd be a fashion icon -- and the weird thing was that he didn't even care that much about fashion, it was just that he had an affinity for certain things. If anything, Yeager should be remembered later as the fashion icon. "Oh, brownies are the best." Okay, maybe they weren't the actual literal best, but Pacey just loved all food. "If I don't wear a bowtie, do I get extras?" He would give up his right to the best fashion accessory in the world if it meant getting more sweets. The kid loved to eat. "Nah, forget science. Business is what's up." There were a couple of business classes even at the high school level at the Academy, and Pacey liked those -- had taken most if not all of them, actually. These things clicked in his brain, though he knew from hearsay that most people who actually chose to study the subject were just slackers who didn't want to do work. This probably wasn't that true for him.
"Dunno how to break it to you, but there's probably more in Switzerland than just cheese." Pacey was not a Geography nut by any means, so he didn't really know much about what there actually was in Switzerland, but he was sure that a country so old and all that had more to its culture than just some badass cheese with holes in it. Admittedly though, Swiss cheese was awesome, if not as awesome as cheddar. He at first thought that Yeager had actually stopped listening, and he was about to shrug it off, but then his friend answered, so maybe he had been paying attention after all. That was cool. "Guess you can't help that then, but good luck convincing her if she's actually as crazy as you say." He had to admit that smothering someone with a pillow was very strange, but honestly, Pacey had no siblings and for all he knew, maybe all siblings were like this, murderous and what-not. That was like sibling rivalry taken to the next level -- but no, he thought. His cousins Jamie and Sydney were practically his siblings, or at least as close as he would get to having real ones, and the two of them were real siblings... and none of them were anything like that. They'd had their fights in the past, of course. "Uh, I'm pretty sure it's not actually Shakespeare's fault, but maybe. Dude, hell if I know." He shrugged. "Not desperate need, nah, but I can always use more sneakers," he said, grinning a little as he inspected a pair -- purple was a nice sneaker colour. Pacey probably had several entire rainbows in his shoe closet. "And you duct taped shoes because you didn't have any other sneakers? That's it. We need to fix that!" he declared. Would he totally be willing to lay down money to buy Yeager more sneakers? Yes, he totally was -- it wasn't a problem and this lack of sneakers was a travesty. Uh, would Yeager let him? He didn't know.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 16, 2012 0:52:40 GMT -5
Yeager did have a really nice place. He had pretty vases and pastel walls, a salmon colored bathroom. It was very nice indeed. The people who lived there just ruined it. Of course, he was biased, but he wasn't too fond of his grandmother or his sister, and inviting someone else into the craziness was worrisome. He snorted at his friend's admission. "Do you usually capture squirrels, like in your free time? You know, I totally won't judge you but i will make fun of you." Just like he made fun of everyone, including himself. It wasn't that surprising at all. He gave a critical once-over of the boy in front of him, criticizing his hair flip, before scoffing. "Bitch please, I am fabulous." Yeah, he was pretty sure that he was fabulous, as a matter of fact. Yeager like himself quite a lot, but not so much that his head couldn't fit through doors.
Pacey's retort had Yeager rolling his eyes, playfully of course. ”I believed that story for a long time, too. Except it was my mother dropping me off on the doorstep.” For a while he believed that his mother was just the deliverywoman who stuck around, and not his actual mother. It was a complicated thing to explain to a kid who didn't even know what the word 'artificial' meant, let alone 'insemination'. It was for the best, too, because he would have a lot more questions for them had he known the truth. "That day shall come, Pacey, eventually." He didn't know if Pacey could bring the bowtie back, but he did a good job of convincing him to wear one. It wasn't hard, though. Yeager would try anything once. About the brownies, he said, "Yeah, probably. Though Lucas isn't too stingy with them in the first place. And he makes them from scratch." His dad was just magnificent like that. He was a decent cook, though in his mind Richard was better. He just didn't cook as often. He tilted his head. "Eh, business ain't my thing, you know? But I am awesome at finding deals." That helped with his spending habits, at least. They were a lot less noticeable when he was bargain hunting.
Here was the Earth boy defending Switzerland when he wasn't even from the place! "If so, I haven't heard about it. I imagine that place as a bunch of grass with windmills." Basically how he imagined Germany without the mustaches. He wasn't that good at geography, either. On the matter of convincing Gloria she was crazy, however, was a difficult one. ”Well, crazy people don't know they're crazy, right? They think they're sane even when they're talking to a tree.” No hating on the crazies, though, because he was chill. If he really thought his sister was legitamently insane, he would be more serious about getting help. For as much as he bitched, he loved his relatives. And mental illness was a severe thing. But Yeager joked about everything and did not have any limits.
He had discussed before his feelings about Shakespeare with Ms. Thomas, and they weren't very good feelings on his part. ”No, Shakespeare is a very bad man, and he should be banned from school.” Of course, Pacey didn't know how he felt about the author and wouldn't understand where he was coming from unless he explained that he wanted to climb into Bill's grave and kcik the shit out of him. ”You're not dying for anything, bro? How are we supposed to shop till we drop?” He held the back of his hand against his forehead and mocked a swoon, fainting at the idea of not being dying for everything in a store. Yeager always was craving for something new, and his spending habits spoke for that. Pacey seemed totally flabberghasted by his sneaker solution, as he rightfully should be. It wasn't one of his brightest ideas, but it hadn't been visibile and worked for a while. ”A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do,” Yeager said about his sneakers. Sometimes he was in dire straits and he resulted to ghetto fixes.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 20, 2012 15:43:03 GMT -5
For all that Yeager said about his family, Pacey was pretty sure that the dude never thought it was actually that bad. Maybe it was because, as a bro and all, and only in the nicest way, he knew that Yeager was full of shit. The dude made shit up all the time -- stuff like the way he said "all you need is a dog to get a pussy" as if it were an actual popular saying. If he actually hated his family that much, he would have probably... well, Pace didn't know what, but he'd probably have actually done something. Hopefully Yeager just knew that violence was, indeed, not the answer to all of life's problems. "Dude, you already make fun of me plenty," he pointed out, rolling his eyes. "So it's no big deal." No, in fact, Pacey didn't catch squirrels and keep them for fun to bring over to his friends' places during sleepovers, but eh... details, details. "Maybe, but nobody is more fabulous than all of this." He thumbed at himself in the chest.
As a kid, obviously Pacey hadn't had two fathers, but even so, he was sure he hadn't known where babies came from. It didn't really matter that he had both a mom and a dad, if he didn't know why that was, uh, a biological necessity. "What, like your mom just brought over the mail and left you there too in a basket?" he asked, grinning a little. He wished he had some interesting ideas about what he'd thought as a kid, but mostly he remembered that he'd learnt about sex and babies and all that in like, Grade Five, and his parents had been totally unhelpful. He had always been glad that they'd never even tried to give him The Talk. That was what school was for, and though it was still awkward for any kid, he was sure it'd have been much more awkward with his parents trying to tell him about these things. "From scratch?" His eyes were wide. "Dude, that's it. I'm moving in. I'll be over tomorrow at seven with all my stuff." No, no he wasn't going to move into Yeager's place -- he hadn't spent that much time there, even.
To be fair, Pacey had no idea what the heck there was in Switzerland either. He would have to Google that sometime -- interesting things about Switzerland -- but mostly he just knew that it was in Europe and there was Swiss cheese and, apparently, windmills. He wasn't exactly wise to the world, and he'd never been to Switzerland, though he'd been to a small collection of other countries. "There's probably just a little more than windmills and cheese," he said with a grin. "Have you ever been there?" He wasn't sure why Yeager would pick a random country he knew nothing about to flee to away from his family, but maybe a lack of familiarity would be nice in that case. Then again he also knew that his friend was not likely to go and actually leave like he said he would, so it didn't make much of a difference. "Well... does she talk to trees? Because that part might be a bit worrying." As far as Pacey knew, she didn't, but it wasn't like he lived with the girl too.
"Uh... okay?" He wasn't really sure where all of these bad feelings about Shakespeare came from, because he himself didn't think that the dude could be that bad. "I mean I guess Shakespeare's kind of annoying to translate but dude, I think you have some weirdass issues you had to figure out for yourself." There was no shortage of teenagers who thought Shakespeare was awful and should be banned from school. He didn't know where this "very bad man" shit came from, though. That was a new one. "Bro... bro, you don't need to be dying for something to shop 'till you drop." He considered the swoon and then rolled his eyes. "Live to shop, man, not shop to live." That was a good principle, even if it was a little bit backwards and changed up from the original phrase. "Blasphemy, dude. Blasphemy. Treason. That should be illegal. Come on, we're buying you more sneakers. No more duct tape, gross." Pacey didn't take very good care of all of his things, but he did think that shoes should at least not be taped up.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 26, 2012 4:51:04 GMT -5
Yeager pursed his lips, seeming to consider the words that Pacey said to him. He made fun of everyone, so he had a point there. It totally was out of love. Even if he didn't seem like the type of person who had a lot of love to give. He wholeheartedly loved people, he just had his own way of showing it. Like constant teasing that did not let up. The Water boy balanced that out well enough with his own method of self-deprecation. ”Still doesn't answer my question, squirrel boy,” he said. Now he had the image of Pacey sitting by a trap in the form of a cage with a bowl of nuts sitting in it. Earth kids are weirdos. Truth be told, Yeager was quite disappointed that the majority of them were not painting their faces and offering medicinal herbs to the rest of the Academy, since that was what he expected upon learning of the elements. There was one in every bunch.
Shaking his head, Yeager thought it was a good time for a joke. Every time that he took in a breath and exhaled was a good time for a joke in his mind. ”I think it was more like Moses in a basket floating down the Nile,” he said. If only it was something cool like that instead of invitro fertilization. Not that that wasn't happenin' it just wasn't a very fun story to tell at parties. Wicker basket in the reeds? A much better anecdote to bring up during social events. People did get curious about him and his birth and he was sure a lot of people thought he might have been adopted. It seemed that Lucas' baking skills drew Pacey in, because apparently he was at the ready with all his bags, raring to go. ”Whoa, seven? Is God even up at that time? That is unholy.” He shivered, shaking his head. When the time called for it, he could get up early. He supposed that Pacey was just that excited to be a part of the Yeager family. Who wouldn't be? It was a big ol' party.
It had come to the point for Yeager that he couldn't even remember how their conversation about Switzerland had even started. That happened sometimes when he couldn't keep track of the words coming out his own mouth. But now that they were on the topic of the European country, he felt his knowledge of the country expanding with theories of possible inhabitants and landscape. ”What, like goats?” he said when Pacey flashed a grin and told him about what else was in the great land of Switz. ”Nope. Don't know why I would just go there vacation because all it is is windmills. And cheese. And goats.” If he thought about it, the country could be considered badass. They were neutral in WWII and shot down any motherfucking planes that tried to fly in their airspace. They didn't fuck around. But he wasn't big in history, and didn't really care about planes and supplies and blah blah D Day. Pacey questioned the talking to trees part, and Yeager gave it a second to think about. ”Never seen it happen. And sorry if I'm offending your kind, because I know how much you Earthies love your trees.” He couldn't express how grateful he was that his sister had not turned out to be an elemental. It was wonderful, perfect, made him feel safe at night when wondering what she might do to him next.
Yeager should have shareed his reasoning for his Shakespeare hate so that Pacey didn't think he was just emotionally distraught for no reason, but his explanation came with an embarrassing story, and as much as he could joke about himself, he was not ready to share that little gem. And half of it was him exaggerating, but why talk if you didn't exaggerate? ”Hey, hey, hey don't judge me, sir. I am a passionate person, I get passionate about things. And my passionate hate is directed toward a dead guy who wrote some poems and junk.” He was willing to admit that some of his bitterness was toward the fact that he did not like Engish and Literature much and also that all of his English teachers fucking love the guy. The Earth brought up a good point, you didn't need to be dying for something, but Yeager always seemed to be. He spent too much time on his smart phone searching for clothes. ”Isn't that the same thing?” Live to ride, and ride to live is the one that he used with all his biker friends. If he had biker friends. Which he did not. So it was a moot point. And now he'd lost his train of thought again. ”As long as you don't slice my head off,” Yeager said when his friend informed him that they were buying more sneakers. ”You could totally buy me a pair, you know. Since you are so in love with me and want to buy me all these gifts to express your love. Right? Right?” Maybe extra emphasis could convince him. Not that he didn't have money, he always had that money.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 27, 2012 13:35:08 GMT -5
Pacey thought back for a moment to what the question had been in the first place. It had been something about squirrels, and he realized that by not answering the question he'd made himself look totally suspicious, but it was in the spirit of joking, right? He could roll with people like Yeager pretty well -- it was that crackass sense of humour, every time. "Dude, none of your business even if I do catch squirrels in my spare time," he said, putting on a shifty act. He did not, of course, actually catch squirrels in his spare time, though it would be weird. He did like animals though, and squirrels did seem like really nice, cute, friendly ones, so maybe it wouldn't be all bad. He was an Earth elemental anyway -- it probably wouldn't have been that far of a stretch if he was able to get squirrels to come ot him. It did, however, seem pretty damn cruel, so it was unlikely he'd ever do it.
He snickered, imagining a baby with Yeager's face stuck on, just floating down the river in a breadbasket. It was pretty hard to imagine in real life so for some reason the image in his mind was from a cartoon, only Yeager's face was pasted on like it'd been someone's sloppy Photoshop job. It was still a pretty hilarious thing to imagine, however real (or fictitious). "Only there's no Nile around here, bro," he pointed out. "Actually not much of a river at all, either..." He was sure there were some little creeks and such, because the lake had to get its supply of water from somewhere, but there was nothing huge that he knew of. Then again, Pacey's knowledge of Geography, even in the area he spent most of his time, was very limited. "Woah, I meant seven PM, don't expect me to come over in the morning." He wasn't as bad at getting up early or anything as some people were... not anymore, anyway. He'd used to be pretty terrible at it. "But dude, if I was God, I wouldn't get up until like, five PM. Fuck mornings." He figured that if he really were any kind of higher being, he would so not want to wake up early.
Were there goats in Switzerland? Maybe there were. That did seem like a kind of fitting thing to stick on this image he had in his mind, a great big vast area of grass and someone making Swiss cheese. Mm... cheese. He could stick the goat right there next to the person making cheese and bam, it worked out instantly. "There's probably also cows, since they can make cheese. Unless Swiss cheese has been goat cheese this whole time and nobody ever told me." Goat cheese was totally okay too, there was nothing wrong with it. He'd feel somehow betrayed if this were the case, though -- he did always assume that most dairy products were, in fact, from cow milk. The kid liked his milk, though, and was trying to grow more. Thus far it hadn't worked out quite so well. "Yeah, we're all just a big pack of treehugging hippies," he said, his laughter indicating that his roll of the eyes wasn't at all serious. "Come with us next week, we're gonna go chain ourselves to the Amazon Rainforest." There were forests to save in Canada, though, so even if Pacey were the proactive type who wanted to do such things, he probably wouldn't take a plane all the way South to do that. He wasn't really the type, though -- it just wasn't his scene.
Passionate hate was different from regular old passion, he was pretty sure, but he decided not to say this. He wasn't sure what kinds of things Yeager was passionate about besides trolling people and, apparently, hating Shakespeare. "Dude, what, did Shakespeare do something against you? Did he insult the hair?" he asked, trolling, but he was proud of how utterly serious the question sounded. Pfft, Pacey was awesome at this. He shook his head when Yeager said that those two things were the same, though. "Nah bro. No." He contemplated this for a second to try to articulate his thoughts properly. "Shopping to live is like, buying groceries and shit. Living to shop is a lifestyle." That had sounded way better in his head, but he hoped that Yeager got the point anyway. Ugh... well, it was still possible that he didn't understand, but what could Pacey do? He was good as gold the way it was. "Tell you what, I'll buy you as many pairs as you want as long as you promise never to tape shoes up ever again," he said, still shuddering a little at the thought. It was a legitimate offer, though -- maybe not quite as many as Yeager wanted, because he wasn't made of money, but he could definitely afford a good bunch, and sneakers were some of the best things he could think to spend money on. He did like buying things for friends, also.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 28, 2012 13:14:30 GMT -5
Yeager held up his hands as if defending himself against Pacey's offendedness. He got serious about squirrels. "Sorry man, didn't know it was a soft spot for ya. But now I'm curious and I guess I'll have to spy on you to find out." He dropped his hands and shrugged his shoulders, because that was going to happen now. Pacey had better look out and listen for anything suspicious out there, like a branch cracking when he was setting up a cage to trap a squirrel in. He was totally onto the Earth kid, even if he didn't want to talk about it. It was his best guess at what everyone in the element did during their spare time other than growing shit. Could they grow pot, he wondered? It was a very good question, but it wasn't something he believed the Academy would teach them. Cannabis was sadly neglected in their lessons.
Yeager tapped the side of his head with his finger. "Hey, you leave my imagination alone. If I say I was in the reeds, then goddamnit I was in the reeds." Nope, definitely not as interesting. Then again, he wasn't born in The Bible, and he supposed most others shared his uninteresting birth woes. Though he did get some points for artificial insemination. No rivers involved, but he was proud of his birth in spite of the bullying. He had a thick skin, and he really didn't care what others said about his parents because he knew they were awesome. "Jesus, you scared me. Don't ever do that again!" He shook his head when Pacey explained that he meant PM. There was no way he would have let the guy in his house were it in the morning. Yeager didn't do mornings. That being said, he didn't do days either. "I bet God sleeps in. Especially Sunday. Day of rest, yo." Yeager didn't go to church, and ironically he thanked God for that. If he was forced to every morning, he might have just shot himself in the face. "You could sleep in every day. That would be called an unproductive member of society." It was a possible option for anyone who didn't want to work. And awfully tempting.
Contemplating Switzerland was probably the oddest thing he'd ever thought of. Well, sober. Then again, he did hang around a lot of freaky people. Because Yeager considered himself the only sane man in his group of friends. "Huh. Does Swiss cheese come from cows? Because I honestly don't know." As much as he loved the dairy product, he didn't really know the difference between cow cheese and goat cheese. Except goat cheese sounded weird. He laughed when Pacey rolled his eyes at his accurate description of the Earth element as a whole. "I feel I need to tell you guys, that is very dangerous. What if the bulldozers blow you over or something? And you are harmful to our economy, we need paper and shit." It did make him wonder whenever he was on the computer why they still needed paper. Maybe he was more environmentally friendly than he thought, because the Amazon Rainforest's destruction was totally not cool.
It seemed Pacey was curious about his intense hatred of a dead guy. Or busting his balls. Either way, he answered, "He might as well have. But okay, I'll give you some advice. Girls don't dig Shakespeare as much as people say." He learned that from experience. Hopefully Pacey would take that information to heart and never tried to recite poetry to a chick. Then again, the chick Yeager had been courting hadn't been of a sweet temperament. He blinked at his friend's explanation of what it was like to live to shop or shop to live. "Whoa, you just got so deep. Shit man. You should write a book." Now he was forced to look at life in a whole different life. This was just crazy. Then Pacey made his offer, and the Water stopped, turned to him. Placing his hands on Pacey's shoulders he said, "You serious bro? Because I may just have to suck your dick right here if you are." He could have done without the last part, but when was Yeager either a, serious, or b, appropriate? There was no time for that.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 28, 2012 23:05:41 GMT -5
The idea of Yeager spying on him was kind of ridiculous, because Pacey was pretty sure he wouldn't find anything out that he didn't already know. The kid was a pretty open book like that -- it wasn't like he went aroudn blurting out his life story or anything, but there were no terrible, terrible secrets in his life. His closest thing to an insecurity was the fact that he knew that yo, he was pretty useless at any kind of real life skills (cooking, for instance) -- but pfft, pfft, that wasn't even a secret. Well, the mild insecurity was, but he was able to brush that off like it ain't no thang. Pacey had all the skills he needed, didn't he? He was planning to move out to be on his own after high school after all, so this was something he'd deal with. "Squirrels are my friends, dude, okay?" He put on an act of being defensive and angry.
If there was one thing he'd learnt, it was that Yeager's imagination was a scary place that was never to be delved into or so much as questioned. Bad things happened when he failed to follow that advice, man -- bad things. "Sure, whatever, whatever, I believe you," he agreed, holding his hands up as if surrendering. "But I wasn't there at your birth, man. Or when they found you in the Nile or whatever. I'm gonna take your word for it." The true story was probably way less cute than that, but he didn't need to know all about the real, kind of gross details of Yeager's birth, ew. He didn't even need to know about the details of his own actual birth, thanks. "Damn straight it's a day of rest, do whatever you want on Sunday." Actually, he wasn't religious at all so he didn't really know what he was talking about. He also tended to do all of his weekends' homework on Sundays, because he could procrastinate a little bit, so there wasn't much resting going on. "I think I already am an unproductive member of society, dude. That's not illegal, is it?" No, to be fair, he went to classes and all that on time -- he had gotten pretty good at waking up once he'd realized that being up early meant getting first dibs on whatever the mess hall was serving for breakfast.
Cheese was important. It was one of the best parts of a dish, honestly, like when he got pizza and the cheese just stretched and stretched and then he ate it and it was like a sexy explosion of cheese in his mouth. Okay, so it wasn't that serious, but as a guy who could really appreciate food, he did love cheese a hell of a lot. "I... have no idea." It was a little confusing that he could like something so much and yet still know so little about it. "Bro, we need to figure that shit out, okay? Swiss cheese is awesome." Other cheeses were okay and all but Swiss was definitely way, way up there. Though he was no activist in reality, Pacey shook his head adamantly at Yeager's claim. He was an Earth and this did mean that he really did love nature and all the things growing around him, even though he had grown up in a big city -- it hadn't been the downtown part or anything, more of this huge rich area. There had been gardens and shit for him. Anyway, he knew the importance of the rainforest even if he wasn't about to go chaining himself to it. "Nah dude, not as much as we need trees, ya dig?" It couldn't hurt to be environmentally friendly, and he tried not to be wasteful, but if only he saw how wasteful he could be sometimes with all the shit that he bought. It was a different kind of wasteful, he'd argue.
"So what I'm hearing is, you tried to recite Shakespeare to some chick and she wasn't impressed," he said, shaking his head a little. Yeager was seriously, seriously just ridiculous. How did this guy even operate on a daily basis? Well, Pacey knew the answer kind of -- lots of trolling, lots of fooling around. At least Yeager did seem to have fun, and Pacey liked the dude, that was for sure. Hanging out with him was always a riot. "Like... I dunno, Philosophy for the Shopaholic, huh? That'd be badass, dude. You need to help me with that." He had no interest in actually publishing books of any kind, though. There was nothing of particular significance that he had to say, except for occasional bits of wisdom like live to shop. He was caught slightly off guard when Yeager immediately stopped and put his hands on his shoulders, but the actual words out of his friend's mouth had him laughing a little too hard. "Yeah dude, I'm totally serious. Drop on your knees and go for it." God, Yeager was inappropriate as fuck, and now there was an employee -- a girl probably about their age -- staring at them, but he ignored her. He was completely joking anyway. He really did not need Yeager to go anywhere near his pants. "For real though, no more tape. What d'you think of these?" he asked, gesturing at another pair there on the shelf.
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Aug 29, 2012 8:51:26 GMT -5
Thinking about it, being born was pretty crazy. You were there for it, but you didn't remember it. You had to take other people's words for how it went down. That was pretty trippy to him, so he told Pacey, "Let's not talk about it anymore, birthing freaks me out." Yeah, even thinking about being popped out of his mother's vag was discomforting. He pitied the child whose parents believed honesty was the best policy when it came to telling the truth about where babies come from. He would much rather be thinking about resting and days of rest and Jesus. Jesus didn't involve talking about his mom's vag, so that was cool. The boy nodded to Pacey when he asked if it was illegal for him to be a lazy fucker. "Yeah, man. The truant officer's gonna get you. And then make you plow fields and shit." That's the least lazy you can do as a person, go to a farm and start plowing away. Unfortunately for the Earth boy, looked like if he ever get caught lounging around his house he'd be taken to do some hard labor. It was a tough world.
The big question here was Swiss cheese. Where did it come from? What was it made of? He supposed the people in the country it's from would know, and that meant fleeing to Europe was even a better idea. These cheese mysteries would haunt him until he died if he did not figure them out. "We're going to have to flee to Switzerland then. And I'll rub it in your face once you see that it really is windmills and goats and cheese." It begged the question, though, who came up with the idea for cheese? Who came up with the idea for any food that came from anything? He didn't pay enough attention in history to figure that out. "Pacceeee, I'm trying to help you," Yeager whined when his friend said they needed the trees more. "What if they arrest you for chaining yourself to trees and put you in prison and your forced to be some guy named Dora's bitch and make friendship bracelets for him out of your haiiirrr?" From all the prison shows he watched, that was a likely outcome. And Pacey was just too cute and innocent for jail, they'd tear him apart! It was just not a good place for kids like him. Not even kids like Yeager, because he was so fine that he would end up as somebody else's bitch. He was glad he had never even spent a night in the drunk tank.
With how Pacey said it, Yeager felt the need to defend himself. He held up a hand. "No, no, you don't understand. It's more than that, okay. She force-fed me grass. I was in the sixth grade. They all said bitches love Shakespeare. Bitches don't love Shakespeare." It was a traumatizing thing for a young kid to go through. But hell, he had been in the sixth grade reciting goddamn Shakespeare. That girl should have been impressed! Of course he was just projecting his issues on the author, but he had every right to in his mind. After having to read him all through high school, he was done with the guy. "I'll be your ghostwriter," he said about Pacey's soon-to-be bestseller. Whenever it came to completion, that is. "I mean, English is one of the classes I passed last year, go figure." Math was surprisingly one he'd failed. He was usually pretty good, though his best had always been science. English was close up there as his favorite subject, and he liked it enough (when it wasn't Shakespeare) that he felt he could make a good ghostwriter.
He couldn't help but laugh when Pacey did, pushing the kid back when he told Yeager to drop on his knees. The truth was friends should most likely not be allowed in public together. Or at least they could only go into stores one at a time. Yeager held up his right hand. "I swear on my honor as a Vogue subscriber that I will no longer tape my shoes." Then, he made grabby hands for the shoes Pacey had picked and said, "Ooh, pretty." He wasn't too good with the descriptive words, but when he liked something at least it was obvious. He cradled the shoes in his arms like a small animal and stroked them. And he was proud to say that he was straight as he fawned over these shoes after declaring that he must give head to his friend, but if he wasn't it wouldn't have even mattered. He was raised in an "alternative" household, he was open to a lot. "Seriously, I have to do a favor for you or something in return. Like...what would you want most in the world? I'm your genie, man." Like Christina Aguilera in a bottle, except he wasn't blond and didn't have his nose pierced. But he was close enough.
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