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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jul 13, 2012 20:46:30 GMT -5
Rin stared at her student for a couple of seconds, her blue gaze almost disbelieving. I am going to go to a bar and take an extra three shots just for you tonight, she thought dryly. She didn't like when people acted like they could do whatever they wanted in her class and then pass 'because drama is supposed to be fun'. "If you wanted fun you should have went back to kindergarten," she told her without sympathy. "You never did the work so you're failing. Your fault, not mine." That was that, in her opinion. The girl could whine all she wanted about how Rin was too tough for a drama teacher and that she took the fun out of acting but that was not going to change the fact that Caterina was in charge. This was her class.
She did like the power, at least.
She also liked the idea of going to a bar and she wondered if drinking would be at any point on the to-do list tonight. She would have simply went to a bar, job be damned, but she actually had plans for the night to hang around a co-worker, find out his idea of a good time. Thomas, AKA 'dork' in Rin's book, had told her that they should meet outside the Academy after work. She was actually looking forward to this little challenge, it added a little bit of spice to an evening now. An element of mystery. She liked gambling and so this was a gamble in its own right. She did hope he wasn't a total bore, though, because as fun as it might be to laugh at him for it at a later date she did not look forward to the idea of a drab night. Then again, she'd probably just give up and leave if worst came to worst. She did what she wanted.
After dealing with another personal encounter with a student, this one marginally more pleasant, she glanced at the clock and was relieved to find that her work was done for the day. The bell had rang around an hour ago but she always stayed for a while afterwards to deal with any students that wanted to ask questions. She hated it but it was part of the job. Though Rin would have liked to have been rebellious and simply left whenever she wanted to, she knew better than to openly challenge her superiors like that. She'd already gotten into a bit of trouble in the past for when she'd been a tad more... unfair toward her kids and so it was better to avoid pushing the envelope.
She lit a smoke once she was outside of the building, zipping up her jacket with the other hand. She'd never done all that well with the cold, iceberg jokes aside. When she came across Thomas she lifted her head in greeting. "Yo, dork. Surprised you showed up." Hm. Would she have to stop calling him that if the night turned out to be a good time? Nah, Rin decided firmly. He's a dork. He was still a Calculus professor at the end of the day no matter how much fun he was and so her nicknames would continue. A smirk played her lips. "I mean, you can still chicken out now if you're too scared." She didn't actually think that he was going to back down, no, Rin merely enjoyed teasing other people just because. Insulting his credit and all that. "And I swear to god, if I wake up missing a kidney I'll shank you." On that lovely note, she grinned and asked, "So how were the dorks-in-training today?"
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Jul 15, 2012 15:54:53 GMT -5
Thomas did not live and die by the phone as a lot of people did, but he wasn't going to say he did not at all rely on it. After all, they came with everything these days. Apps, internet, music, whatever he wanted. And when taking a dump in a public bathroom, it was great to take his mind off of the location. Nobody enjoyed having to use unfamiliar restrooms to take a shit in, but he wasn't completely against it. When he had to go, he had to go, and he wasn't going to deal with nature callling him while he was out with Caterina. Clenching his ass the entire time would not be very fun, and he could guarentee she would notice, and make some kind of comment about having a stick up his ass or any other strike to his manhood.
It honestly was not the smartest idea for him to be sitting on the toilet with it, but he did not exhibit many signs of being clumsy. And it was something he did often enough, playing Scrabble in his spare time. There was a lot of that, especially since it was in-between class and meeting up with Rin. Enough time to do his business, because he always dressed nicely (in a suit, like a sir) for work. It only took a moment of him being distracted when he thought he heard a noise, for the phone to slip, and the plop to be heard from between his legs. He pulled up his pants and buckled them, muttering under his breath. He looked down into the bowl. ”Son of a bitch,” he muttered. Dear god, he already...he already went in it. Quickly, he shot a hand into the water, and fished it out, almost dry heaving as he shook the water off. ”Fuck.” Of course it wouldn't work anymore, he just drowned the goddamn thing. They needed to make smartphones waterproof, because he had issues with keeping a hold of his when going to the bathroom, apparently.
Thomas left the stall and came face-to-face with a man who he did not know, but assumed was a faculty member. And at the wide-eyed look he was receiving, he figured the man had heard what had occurred in the stall. ”I...I wasn't taking a shit,” he explained slowly, and then tilted his head as his eyes went to the side in debate of how true that was. Nothing would be able to make this situation okay, not even if he said he was giving birth to the messiah in the Academy's restroom, though for the fact he was a dude, it may have made it worse. ”Well, I was, but...” He waved the phone as explanation, and luckily it was just wet, nothing more. ”Dropped my phone in the toilet.” The man said nothing, just walked out of the bathroom, looking confused. It's not that weird, he thought, slightly affronted that he had been stared at like he was some kind of freak. He was, but no one should assume that simply by what they heard through a closed bathroom stall door.
He put the phone on the edge of the sink, debating what to do with it as he washed his hands and grabbed some papertowels. Using the papertowels to wipe off the phone, he decided just to leave it, figuring that someone will think it's their lucky day when it wasn't. He was due for an upgrade anyway from the company. It only took a few seconds for him to exit and head outside, his blazer enough to keep him warm in the weather. Normally he might have texted Caterina to say that he was ready and he moving, but it looked like that was not happening now. Luckily, it didn't take long to find her, the smoke from her cigarette like a signal. He gave her a huge grin, the kind that took up his entire face. ”Hey to you too,” Thomas said in amusement. He went to look at his phone for the time to see if he was late at all, and then remember, and sinking deeper into the depression. The same kind when he missed the bus by a few seconds or when he couldn't find something he promised he'd had. ”God, I feel like I'm a teenager about to go out and smoke up. This is weird.” She phrased it that way, how his friends used to phrase it as they huddled around outside the building, jittering with excitement about breaking some kind of rule.
Tom rolled his eyes up as if he were thinking about it, and nodded shortly. ”You're mean, but you don't scare me that much.” He did not feel afraid at all, even though he knew Rin was judging him right now and would be judging him the rest of the night. He hadn't been lying or (only) trying to impress her by saying that he did know how to have fun, because he did know. It had just been a while. ”First, you make predictions of me pussying out, and now you're predicting you'll lose a kidney because of me.” He shook his head, sighed. ”Really, what am I going to do with you?” The man knew, but he would be keeping that a secret because he didn't want to hear any shit about it before they actually got there. A verbal blindfolding, because he assumed that if he blindfolded her for real she would most likely react violently. She changed her tune and asked after his students then, and he said, ”Oh, just lovely. Didn't speak a word to me, just shut up and did their work. They weren't the problem today.” The problem had been with him and the fact he apparently was a klutz now. ”And how about the future homosexuals of Canada?” She couldn't even say that his own brood were dorks when she taught theater, of all things. It was like Rosie O'Donnell calling a whale fat. His hands in his pockets, he said, ”I suppose we're taking my car.” He could at least impress her with that, he had a nice Audi. Chicks dug cars. Everyone should dig cars, actually.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jul 15, 2012 23:54:34 GMT -5
Hm. He had a nice smile. Not that she'd tell him that, of course. Rin tended to avoid complimenting people because she liked to feel like she was the top bitch on campus (or wherever she was) so it was rare that she'd tell someone else that they looked nice or were good at something. Selfish. So she made note of it in her head but her said nothing. "Huh. I guess I have played that role before so I can't say anything." Rin was exactly the sort of person that would push a joint, cigarette or beer on someone and tell them that they were a chicken if they pussied out. I mean, if they said no right away she would shrug and let it go but if they expressed an urge to try it and then changed their minds she was going to have something to say about it. It was who she was. That meant she was a bad influence and she embraced this whole-heartedly. Rin loved herself and all her vain glory.
She snickered when he called her mean. That was true, actually. She was a bitch to a lot of people. Thomas was one of the few that got her 'friendly' bitch side, which was her still being rather insulting and blunt and cutting out the bit where she'd say something truly offensive and walk away. That was what usually ended up happening with people she didn't take to. "How sad. I like to think I'm pretty terrifying. Maybe this'll give me incentive to do better." She would like to be literally terrifying but she knew that threatening people with knives was not exactly acceptable in the eyes of the law. She didn't own a gun. She'd have liked one for the sake of having one but there were too many laws in Canada, she couldn't be bothered. "Suit yourself, then. Let's hope you don't fuck up too bad." Her grin resembled that of a jackal, broad and mischievous.
Dispassionately, Rin said, "Put up with me." Cause he would, she bet.
With a dramatic sigh, Rin rolled her eyes. "What I wouldn't give." She would not get to experience such peace in her teaching career. "They're loud even on good days. Mine, I mean." There were good days, but to someone with Rin's utter lack of patience there didn't seem to be a whole lot of them. She liked it when they only spoke when it was required and listened to everything she said. That was ideal. Unfortunately, theatre kids tended to be obnoxious. There were probably a few kinder words the dictionary could lend her to describe them but she didn't bother with kindness. Too sappy. "Wait. They weren't the problem? So there was a problem." Her icy eyes were sparkling at the prospect of gossip. Rin loved hearing about things and getting into things. A lot of people told her to mind her own business or simply fed her a lie to avoid the subject but that didn't deter her from trying again with different people. She could be persistent when she wanted to be. "Care to share?" She needed a sign on her back, but instead of 'kick me' it would read 'don't feed the troll'.
Without batting a lash, she said, "Still gaying up the place. I need to invest in anti-homo air freshener or some shit." She was joking, her jokes just tended to be... well, a little offensive. She had no problem with making scathing remarks about sensitive subjects and she was likely to roll her eyes and tell someone to get over it if their panties got all in a bunch about it. Some people.
She lifted both eyebrows. Nice car. Did she tell him this? Nah. Instead, she deadpanned, "Wow, you don't drive a scooter. Shocked." Then she chuckled to herself, for the image of Thomas riding around on a scooter was pretty hysterical. "I'm certainly not driving, I don't know where the fuck we're going." Speaking of driving, she had terrible road rage. It was probably best that she not be in command of the wheel when she had someone else in the car, it could turn out to be embarrassing. Rin had no problems with causing a scene. "Guessing you're not going to tell me." It wasn't meant to be a question because she figured her 'guess' would be accurate. That was fine. She liked surprises.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Jul 17, 2012 12:22:37 GMT -5
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be encouraging the soulless viking, but he felt that he could handle it. Armor and all, he was impenetrable. A freaking tank. "Oh dear," he deadpanned, shaking his head. He could pussy out now if he was not as confident as he was, and Thomas Roth was built on confidence. Not Thomas Lula Roth, because that brought with it a note of horror that he would never explain to anyone. He could only imagine if Rin knew his middle name, he'd never hear the end of it (because she'd start calling him by it, because she's a terrible person). He grimaced at her grin. "You just want me to screw up so you can hold something over my head, I get it," he said with a tone that made it seem he had caught on to her tricks. He had to wonder if that was her true intent, but he figured she also wanted to have fun. No one went out with a person to have an absolutely terrible time so they could laugh about it later. Only the worse sorts of people, he supposed.
He shrugged, pursing his lips. Rin was right, that was exactly what he would be doing. He honestly did not mind her as much as he could guarantee other people did, but he was sort of like the kid who touched the stove and did not pull away immediately because he didn't realize it was hot. "Any morning classes? I know I was usually dead at seven am, couldn't be bothered to cause trouble for the teacher." Most teenagers were brain dead at that time, and with good reason. It was an ungodly hour to be doing anything, even now. Though, truthfully, he barely slept as is. He only slept when he needed to, it was just how his body worked. She seemed excited by the prospect of his day going wrong, so he only arched an eyebrow. "No, I do not care to share, because you'll make fun of me." Whether he was serious or not...eh, who even cared? He just was not going to talk about it with Caterina of all people. It wasn't too bad, but it was still stupid.
Tom snorted at her reply, not finding it offensive at all. Then again, he didn't find anything offensive. Some people would get up in arms about a comment like that, he guessed, the same kind of people who took any joke the wrong way. Living without a sense of humor was no fun. "That's terrible," he just said, but he was laughing. As expected, she made another crack, but it was about his car and he squinted his eyes as he opened the passenger's side door for her. "I left my Razor Scooter at home, that's for when I get my license taken." If it ever occurred. It only happened once for six months, and it was another story he would not be sharing with Rin. Tom looked rather gleeful when she assumed that he was not going to tell her where they were headed. "You guess right," he said, pulling out of the parking lot and keeping his eyes ahead. "But I'd like to hear where you think I'd take you." There wasn't many dorky places he could think of, and that was a good sign. He didn't know where to be a dork other than at school or his own home.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jul 18, 2012 2:38:59 GMT -5
Caterina smirked, looking pleased with both herself and his comment. "You know me so well," she said. No one really knew her, she didn't talk too much about her inner workings in terms of how she'd grown up and what had happened to her parents, but she definitely realised that he had caught onto her base personality quite well. And she would have held it against him, too.
"I usually skipped 'em," she recalled. Rin had been a notoriously bad student in high school. Smoking in the bathroom, loitering in the courtyards during classes, getting into fights a lot. She hadn't gotten involved in politics since she'd been a Wind and all but that only meant that there were four elements in which to make her enemies instead of a mere two. "But no, no morning classes this year. Thank fuck. I hate them as much as the students." She still had to show up to the school early but at least she could sit in the staff room and drink boatloads of coffee and get her last-minute marking done instead of trying to watch over a bunch of kids. Teach them things. God, no. "Had 'em last year, though. The theatre days kinda woke them up." Whenever they were literally forced into moving around and doing things it made them less likely to drop off to sleep than if they were sitting in a desk and zoning.
She huffed her disappointment when she said that he wasn't sharing, much like a child might. "Bummer." If she'd known what the issue was she'd probably have laughed at him and then never let him live it down so it was probably a good thing that he did not tell her. Rin, however, thought she was missing out on some juicy gossip and felt disappointed. Oh well. Maybe next time.
"Terribly true, you mean." It was funny, she actually did not have much against homosexuals. She'd be a bit of a hypocrite (not that she'd never been one) if she ragged on people that liked the opposite sex considering she found girls attractive and had even gone as far as to date a couple. She found them annoying, too similar to her, but that was probably because she'd not met the right one yet. Two girls was not a lot. "Like you'd get your license taken. Aren't dorks supposed to be all law-abiding and shit?" She enjoyed this banter and why not jump at every chance to use the D-word? It showed in a way that she wasn't insulting him by using it repeatedly. Not that she was doing it for his gain, either, it was simply Rin being... well, Rin.
"Look at you, being a gentleman," she teased with some amusement as she got into the car. She tried to think of some sort of place that he could take her that was really lame and blinked. Hm. Where do mathmeticians hang out? she thought, smiling to herself in amusement. "As long as it's not a fucking library," she quipped, though she added a little more seriously, "I actually have no clue. Though if it's a strip club I will be shocked." She smirked at him, then subsequently wondered if that was his thing. That train of thought amused her and she laughed. Strip clubs were fun, actually. She enjoyed the loud music and the environment, though the older men that came in a lot of the time to get their eyes on the dancers were a bit off-putting. She usually sneered jokes at them as she downed her beers. Strip clubs were tame compared to some of the insane parties she'd went to in her time.
"This thing have a radio?" A car that nice was bound to since most things did but it was her way of asking, "Hey, music?" She also managed to refrain from making another sarcastic remark. "Do you even listen to music?" No, really, she was serious. And it actually had nothing to do with the 'dork' thing, which for Rin was surprising. She was realising that she really did not know a lot about him. That should change, she decided, because she was fond of the guy in a trollish sort of way. This was how she treated friends, the people she 'liked' in her life.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Jul 18, 2012 18:51:28 GMT -5
Skipping morning class sounded like him in college. He and his girlfriend had the same class, so she'd have to tell their friends that he was still asleep and not coming when he didn't come. Thomas had still passed it. "Might just be worse for the students," he said. They were the ones that had to learn. It may have been a difficult matter to answer some questions so early in the morning when the brain was still waking up. He believed that it was an impossible hour to get students to learn, considering brain functions did not reach their height until later in the day, a proven psychological fact. "I bet those ridiculous exercises you have to do helps." Stretching the body out, getting loose. It was funny to watch, but he imagined it was ridiculous to do. The reason he knew about them was because of an ex. He didn't have too many, but he had enough of them to start up a list.
Thomas scratched his chin when she asked what he had gotten his license taken for. "Us dorks do break the law where Doctor Who is concerned, and we have to speed and purchase the newest box they have out." He rolled his eyes, she just did not understand the life of a dork no matter how much she berated him for it. It was a more interesting story, but again, not one he would share with Rin. He gave one of his brightest grins when she called him a gentleman, a quite comical one as a matter of fact. And he was interested to hear her speculations. "Well shit, you are lucky I'm good at thinking on the spot," he said when she told him she hoped it was not a library. Then Rin said something about a skin bar, and he grinned. "Sorry, I just don't think we're at that level in our relationship yet." How appropriate would it be as co-workers to go to a skin joint? Besides, he heard a horror story from his buddy that he could never forget. They were just skeevy places that smelled like stale booze and sweat. Not as cool as the movies with men sitting around and talking about 'business'.
The question about a radio almost made him laugh, but he simply wore an amused expression. "No, I took it out because it was getting in the way of my algothorithims," he said. It wouldn't have been his fault had his car not come with a radio, some models didn't have amenities like that. But his came with satellite that he could sync his smart phone to, but the thought made him sad with how useless that was now. He would get another, a nicer one with the contract he had. "Oh god no," he said when she asked if he even listened to music. "I need my silence when I'm debating life's greatest philosophies." He turned the music up, glad it hadn't been blaring when they first got in. "What do you listen to? I might tolerate it." He listened to a lot of things, and he wasn't the kind of person that excluded rap and country from that list. It wouldn't be too far to get to their destination, but car rides without music always felt awkward to him.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jul 18, 2012 20:47:54 GMT -5
Since she didn't enjoy teaching as much as she probably should have given the job description, she shook her head. "It's an elective. Their fault they took it." She had to teach it all day every day to multiple classes. They needed to sit through it once a day and they could choose to discontinue it the following year or switch it out early enough for another class. She envied them that choice, morning class or not. "Oh god, don't even get me started," she snorted. "The ones that complain are fun to mess with, though. Only makes it worse for them." Well, they didn't so much complain as give one another weird looks and half-ass the exercises so that they didn't have to look 'stupid in front of their friends. Like gym class when they had the more obscure days. She'd always been good at gym. "It does help though, like you said." Except for on classroom days. She abhorred classroom days. Who wanted to learn about the history of theatre? Not most of her students, that was who.
She considered him as if trying to figure out if he was lying or not. Probably, and it bothered her that she could not think of the truth. She loved figuring people out. It seemed unlikely that he would risk his license for a show, anyway. "Silly. You should have travelled in that blue box thing they have." Having never kept up with the show herself, Rin would not know much about the TARDIS. It was a popular symbol of Doctor Who though and so she at least knew what it looked like. "I'll come up with my own theory. Like maybe you were so fascinated by the numbers on the speedometer and lost track of how fast you were actually going." Then she laughed, because that really was a ridiculous thought. "Hello, officer, the numbers in my car were too fascinating to ignore. Hope you don't mind." "I've got my license taken away before. Drunk driving." Oh, to be a teenager.
She snorted. If he'd taken her to a library she'd probably have whacked him upside the head, called him a bookworm. Did he like books? Hm. She actually didn't know.
Caterina was not disappointed that they were not going to a strip club, especially since she'd said it as a joke. "Do half-naked women make you uncomfortable, Thomas?" She was trolling, nothing more and nothing less. She frowned as if she were seriously considering something. "Damn. Maybe I should have told you about my secret life as a nudist before we got too involved." She probably could do pretty well in a nudist colony with the shame that she utterly lacked. She had a lot of confidence, too, enough to go strutting around without anything on in front of people she didn't know. Or streaking, which she'd done more than once for shits and giggles. Got arrested once. That had been fun. Public indecency.
She had to laugh when he made up for her lack of a sarcastic, Math-related comment with one of his own. That was her kind of humour. "You'd probably have it programmed to sing problems at you anyway so you can solve the unsolvable while you're driving. Maybe that's how you lost your license." So much was left up to speculation because of this! "That backs up my library theory. I bet you're one of the shhers." She hated people that did that. Anywhere, really. If she wanted to loud and obnoxious she would. Probably why she was permanently kicked out of two different theatres in town. She shrugged. "Most things, really. The radio." She flicked it on and listened to whatever. She didn't know a lot of underground music because of this but a variety of genres. "If they don't sound like a dying cat it's fine with me." You'd be surprised the awful singers they let come out with music.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Jul 20, 2012 13:02:46 GMT -5
There were a plethora of reasons Thomas never took drama, and the fact that it was drama was one of them. And listening to Caterina he wondered if it was actually in her interests to teach kids or torture them. She really was in the wrong profession, in his mind. Someone like her most likely shouldn't be around children.
His secret: he actually like Doctor Who. He liked many things, especially when he was high. The world was just a simpler place then. "Time travel wouldn't have been in my best interest." Because then he wouldn't have been in time for the box set! He'd either be in the future or the past or somewhere he wouldn't want to be. He laughed, and shook his head at her theory. "That just makes me sound like a loser." Losing track of the speed? How adventurous and crazy was that? "Ahh," he said, when she told him that she lost hers because of drunk driving. Usually people kept their DUIs under wraps, it was not something that he should be privy to.
She asked if he was uncomfortable with half-naked women, and he nodded. "Yeah, yeah, that's why I don't go to the beach. Or pools." Or out in public during the summer, because half-naked women were inescapable. He snorted when Rin said she should have informed him of her nudist past, and he acted surprised. "A woman's heart is an ocean of secrets," he said, shaking his head. Of course, he just quoted Titanic, but that was better left unnoticed.
It was actually an intriguing possibility, what she said. Singing problems. Though that would incur thoughts of sentient radios, and that's not exactly fun. "If only technology has advanced that far." There were rock, paper, scissors playing robots, but he surely did not know how to program a radio like that. He laughed again, actually in a good mood. For now. "Your theories are pretty far-fetched, but I'll humor them. And for the record, I'm not a shher. I'm a hit in the back of the head repeatedly kind of guy." He wasn't too fond of loud noises, especially indoors where sound bounced right back. Rin spoke of the radio and he nodded. "You're surprisingly acquiescent." For being such a bitch, really. Though he'd met worse. He'd met his sister.
He braked at a stop light and shot her a glance then. "Now that we're drawing closer, I want you to close your eyes." There was that urge to add on something about rape and kidnapping after saying that, but he controlled himself. Definitely not at that level, and he was almost afraid of what she'd say back to that.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jul 20, 2012 23:12:25 GMT -5
The ability to travel time would be pretty cool. She'd change a lot of things about her life, she thought. Maybe go into the school computers and hack in some better marks for herself, graduate college on time. She wondered what happened if you went to the past and never came out of it. Then she decided this thought was too complicated and dropped it. "So instead you break the law. I admire your priorities." She had caught on to the fact that he was kidding and so her words were sarcastic with a smile.
She raised her brows. "Exactly," she said. "Did you not go to high school? Dork and loser pretty much go hand in hand." She did not really think of Thomas as a loser. She did not hang around people that she seriously looked down upon. Who did that? She was completely unashamed to admit that she'd gotten a DUI before. Rin was pretty shameless about everything, really. She had regrets but her run-ins with the law usually weren't involved in the fairly short list. It had been a fun night and she and her friends had been trying to get home was all. They just happened to all be shit-faced and trust Rin as their driver. Bad move.
It was one of those moments when she actually had to ponder whether or not he was serious, blinking. She couldn't tell this time around. No laughter to clue her in. Rin being Rin, she decided that it was probably joking but decided to make a joke out of it anyway. That was how she rolled. "I shouldn't have expected anything but a prude from you." She always had to laugh around people who were seriously like that. Then she had to make a bunch of very sexually explicit comments in order to make them squirm. She was not mature. She also did not recognise the quote. It was for the best, else she'd never have let him live it down. "Sure as hell hope my heart's not an ocean. I need it to live. Just not a soul." They'd had the ginger discussion before and she had to say that she agreed with the soulless thing. Suited her.
Technology was pretty badass as is. She had no complaints, except maybe, "They need to hurry up with teleportation or tube transport. That shit looks cool." Cars were great and all but they did not operate themselves. She wanted to be lazy and not do any work. She laughed. "Library-goers are supposed to be a peaceful people." Considering she'd been inside a library a few times this was a total falsehood. Obviously.
She loved when he came out with words like that. It amused her. "Big word." She knew what it meant, though. She wasn't stupid. "I know a lot of people," Rin shrugged. She was adaptable in a social environment. She didn't take bullshit from anyone and she would never pretend to like something to please someone else but she hung around so many different crowds that she'd picked up on a lot of different interests. "What, did you think I only listened to Broadway musicals?" Her eyes glinted as she kidded around.
Instead of closing her eyes she narrowed them at him for a moment. "I was trying to decide if I trusted you then decided you're too much of a pussy to try anything funny," she teased, rolling her eyes and then closing them like he asked.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Jul 25, 2012 23:37:59 GMT -5
Thomes lifted a finger from the steering wheel to wag it. ”I'm afraid I have to disagree with you on that one, Ms. Hipster Theatre Teacher,” he stated with an air of authority. ”The dorks are the ones that end up with successful careers. They get the business, the bucks, and the bitches. The Three B's.” He was proud to be a part of the group that always ended up on top. He had a shiny career as a Professor, with his shiny phD and his shiny Audi. He may not have been glamorous, and he kept the amount of bitches on the downlow, but he was doing better than most might have predicted. ”This may have come as a shock to you, but I was never considered a dork in school. I was the bully or the stoner, it traded off from middle school to high school.” He was also a trouble-maker, but what he said may already be too much for Rin to take in, and he'd let that settle in her brain for a while. Get her acclimated.
He sighed, shook his head. ”You have all these expectations of me, it's worrisome.” What else is she speculating on? He took a none-too-subtle glance at his crotch. Yeah, she probably went there in that demented little mind of hers. And he could predict what she came up with. It was a blow to the ego to think, but he knew at least. ”And I feel the need to tell you that revealing your wrists is insensitive around someone like me.” You know, prude that can't look at women showing off their bodies. Unlike some men, he can resist staring. It might have been the times he'd been verbally and physically abused as a young teenager by his mother for staring. ”I'm the mathematician here, I'm the one who should be taking things literal.” At least she didn't recognize the quote. Chick flick-watching, not something he thought he could like down.
Tube transport. That seemed familiar to him, and it took a second. But then he was smirking and shaking his head. ”Hitting those episodes of Futurama a little hard, aren't we?” Thomas said. He liked the show. Of course he liked the show, it was his kind of cartoon. But then again, he could watch anything and be content. He was not hard to please. But when it came to shows he really liked—that was a whole different ball game. And for a dork, he was good at making her laugh. ”I belong to the violent sub-species of library dwellers.” Sounded about right. Only a few times would he actually be violent, and given a weapon he felt that sometimes he needed to assert his dominance.
He squinted his eyes, tapping lightly on the accelorator again. He remembered a time when he would swerve off the road if he tried to converse when driving at the same time. It might have been a bad idea to drive while high the few times he did it, but he got many compliments about how good he was at intoxicated driving. ”Yeah, I mean...I could use the satellite to find a showtunes station. Maybe they have Annie, because I know she's your spirit animal.” They were both gingers, after all. At least Annie was the endearing kind that warmed the hearts of bald megalomaniacs. Thomas didn't know anything that Rin could warm.
The man decided to grin when she dismissed him as not being one to try anything, seeing if it would give her a reason not to trust him. But she closed her eyes and he kept driving, making sure to comment, ”My hands are now reaching for your shirt.” That would be a very dangerous thing to do, actually, unless he just took one hand off the wheel. The poor drivers around them that would have to witness such a scene.
He pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine, telling her, ”You may now open them.” The building proudly proclaimed that this was a Dave and Busters, which meant fun was going to be have. Thomas got out of the car and said, ”Now, we have to make sure to get completely wasted before playing any of the games.” That was rule numero uno in the rulebook. The D&B experience just wouldn't be the same without a gallon of alcohol sloshing around in your stomach as you play skeeball.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 10, 2012 0:15:21 GMT -5
Rin smirked her amusement when he suggested that she was a hipster. "Stereotyping, are we?" She figured it was for the sake of comedy and wouldn't have been offended if it wasn't. She didn't get her panties in a knot over a lot of things. With such an offensive sense of humour, you learned to take the sort of shit that you dished out. "Bitches. You seem to have a lot of those, yeah?" It was a challenge in a way, accompanied by a brief smile. She didn't actually know what his life outside of school was like. Rin laughed then, a short and sharp sound. "Sorry, I'm imagining you as a chick magnet and it's almost too funny to put into words." Not that he was unattractive or anything. He did have a nice smile. "Besides, bitches are bitches. You can have 'em." The girls she'd dated hadn't clicked right with her. She was a little biased on that front.
Did it come as a shock? You bet. She blinked and cocked her head as if considering him. "I'm trying to figure out how to best display my shock and doubt," she told him dryly after a few seconds had passed. "You, a bully? I'd have figured you were the one getting bullied." No offence? She didn't add those two disarming words because she didn't care about the possibilities of hurting feelings. He was a big man, he could take it. And if he couldn't, well, he was a pussy. "Stoner, though... eh, that's half the population of schools everywhere. Not surprised." She'd hung around with them a lot. She'd done drugs herself, too, at least socially. It just wasn't all she'd done with herself.
She didn't miss the glance downward and her tone was devious as she said, "Don't worry, I try not to get my hopes up about people." On the inside she was having some not-so-innocent musings about why that was a concern for him. Was it a guy thing or did he have reason to be worried? The thought entertained her but thankfully for Thomas she kept most of it to herself. Stripping off her jacket, she tossed her hair and said, "Try not to be too alarmed. I was hoping to avoid a car accident." She still had the rest of her young life to live! Places to go, people to see.
Caterina wasn't ashamed to say that she'd seen the show a few times. She shrugged. "Maybe that's where I picked it up. You never know." The human mind worked in weird ways. You recalled things that made no sense at the time of remembering and it would only be months later that it clicked. It was hella annoying when you were trying to remember something important, though. It drove her up the wall. "Then again, it'd be pretty hard for you to overcompensate with a flashy car then, wouldn't it?" she teased. "Somehow fancy tubes don't sound right to me." Another snigger. She liked to laugh, to smile, to joke around. "Violentus librarius," she said, then frowned after testing the words on her tongue. "Sounds like a flower or some shit." She didn't mind flowers but after a while the smell gave her a headache.
She associated Annie with one particular class whose rendition of the play had ended in a concussion and several arguments. Fun times. Still, 'spirit animal' amused her. "We are one. Save the hair, I like mine way better. Oh, and pigtails. I hate pigtails." She looked very silly with them and that was probably the source of her hate. Annie's hair was simply too... not Rin. Hers was dark red and strait and long, Annie's was none of the above.
With eyes shut, she fantasized about dragging him out of the car and flipping him onto the pavement if he actually tried anything. Not that he would, not that she would (or could), but it was a good way to pass the time. When enough of it had passed to bring them to her destination, she raised her eyebrows and appraised the building with a look. She nodded to herself and looked at him. "Now that I can do. If there's anything I'm good at, it's getting wasted." She had the blood of the Irish from her mother's side and a decent tolerance but she loved getting drunk. It put fun into things. "I feel like I should get something straight—I'm not responsible for any injuries that may occur. Like a Terms of Service that nobody reads. If you wake up with your eye poked out, don't say I didn't warn you." Thankfully she'd never actually poked someone's eye out. That'd be awkward.
[Dude I love how well Rin works off Thomas' posts o.o]
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 10, 2012 22:52:25 GMT -5
He couldn't see much of her expression to verify if what she was saying was true, so he cast a quick glance over at her before saying, ”Oh my god, I surprised you. How is that possible, my world just imploded.” And he tried to be a little more serious in explanation. ”I really was a punk back then. The wrong crowd and all. I do remember stealing a bike, though, that was pretty much the extent of my rap sheet at the age. Thug life.” At least it didn't have streamers but it did have a bell. Ding-ding, motherfuckers. Rin did state the truth about stoners, actually. It was kind of concerning, the numbers. That's another reason he believed he couldn't teach high schoolers. He wouldn't be able to confiscate pot because he knew that half of them did it. But hey, more for him. At least college students were better with hiding their paraphenalia. ”Well, I'm just lucky my parents never found out. Think my siblings suspected. My sister did, actually, and she blackmailed me to do her homework for a month.” She was ever the lovely sweet sister.
Rin made it known that she did not get her hopes up about people, and though that would be reassuring to some guys, he was actually pretty cocky, pun very much intended. ”Phew, I was getting worried.” But not really. He kind of hoped she realized that. He was very arrogant at the best of times, and he always had to assert his dominance. Even though he was playing the prude, and noting that the road wasn't very busy, he swerved back and forth when she took off her jacket. ”Oh my god, what the hell are you thinking? How dare you?” Tom took a few heavy breaths. ”In the good old days they'd chop your head off.” For being a total wench and whatnot. That's the time that he apparently belonged in. In the real world, though, he had absolutely no problem with her stripping. Why would he?
The ginger really was kind of soulless, he believed, but she did have a sense of humor. He was always appreciative of that. Though he had yet to meet someone who did not like to crack jokes, even if they were cheesy as fuck. Then he thought of his mother, who he had the feeling was afraid of humor. She got frightened whenever the siblings joked around, thinking they were serious about threats of killing each other. Maybe she should be a little worried about Farrah and Tom. ”The let down of future technology,” he said dolefully. No pretty cars. That was very upsetting. ”I don't know, it might be possible to pimp out tubes. What if, hear me out, they turn them into a giant bong. Then everyone would be stoned all the time.” It was an idea he could easily submit to the website highdeas, which he was glad actually existed. It really spoke to him.
He nodded. ”Anything sounds like a flower with us at the end. Except Penus. No, that kind of does too.” Leave it to anyone to make a penis joke with anything that can remotely sound like it. He believed it was a part of human nature, unavoidable like gray hairs when you get old and charlie horses that just wouldn't go away.
Thomas laughed at her acceptance that if she were to go int o the woods for a vision in classic Native American fashion, a curly haired orphan would appear to her and most likely sing to her about the sun coming out tomorrow. ”Yeah, you do have better hair. I mean, whoever told little orphan Annie to perm her hair? That is like, so not her style.” The only thing to make that statement anymore flamboyent would be a snap at the end of it, but he liked to keep both hands on the wheel. He could probably blame it on the paranoia after swearing her saw Bullwinkle in the road. He just should not have been allowed to drive, but he would not be telling Rin that.
He gave her an incredulous look. ”You're not even drunk yet and you're already threatening me with violence, now I can see reasons why I should be chickening out.” Then he lifted his eyebrows and shrugged. ”And well, since these are your terms and conditions, I'll claim to have heard them.” Tom wondered if anyone else ever feared that they were selling their soul to the devil whenever clicking in that little box. Or some other equally malicious force, like Cobra Commander. He started walking, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything on him so he wouldn't be running back out to the car. ”C'mon, I can taste the onion ring already.” They did have pretty good food there, but it had been a little while since he'd gone. He missed the sounds of all the games and the smell of booze once they got closer to the bar.
”Beer,” he requested of the tastefully vested woman tending. He turned to Rin and said, ”I used to have a card. But it probably got stolen.” And he knew by who, as well. He really did not have the best people to surround him, did he? Tom guessed he wasn't too awesome himself most of the time. He got his beer and said, ”Thanks.” Taking a swig, he asked, ”Which game should we play first, so I can kick your ass after downing another six of these.” He peered at the bottle as if to measure with his eyes. That sounded about right.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 13, 2012 19:29:24 GMT -5
Rin nodded. "It's an accomplishment, all right," she agreed. It was pretty hard to shock her. She tended to take things in stride, roll with the punches. Thomas and his 'bad boy' days, if they could be called that, were enough to do the trick. "Well, I mean, so was I, but I'm guessing you'd expect it from me." She laughed, unashamed. Rin had never really tried to hide the fact that she'd been bad as a teenager. "Did you get caught?" she wondered about the bike. "I tried to steal a car once but it didn't work out so well. Had to book it out of there." The owner had came back and she hadn't wanted jail time. "It's still funny to think that you were in with the wrong crowd, though. How the hell'd you turn out a dork? A professor and a dork?" Caterina shook her head as if the very idea were unfathomable. Not that she could really talk, she'd turned out a teacher, but hey, she wasn't all that fond of her job. Thomas couldn't claim the same.
A roll of her eyes. "Siblings," she said. "This is why I'm glad I never had any." It did not bother her to talk about her lack of siblings but she did not bother mentioning why. A lot of people had dead parents but her situation was a little more complicated than that and it wasn't something she explained. "Do you get along?" From her knowledge of the world it seemed like it was a hit or miss with most siblings. Sometimes they loved one another and sometimes it was hate. She didn't resent her lack of people to grow up alongside. Sharing things that were supposed to be hers, expected to look out for someone else, it wasn't something that appealed to her. Maybe it would have been different if she actually had siblings but she didn't.
It was a testament to what kind of friends she usually had that she only gave a small jerk of surprise when he started swerving all over the road before adapting with a devious chuckle. "Suffer the skin," she hummed, a glint in her ice blue eyes that he would not be able to see. "Don't I wish it were the good ol' days! I'd love to see someone get the guillotine." As long as it wasn't her, of course. Though it could be taken as a joke, on further consideration she probably would have been the morbid type that would turn up and watch the public hangings and executions. Death did not bother her.
She was in the middle of considering what would happen to the world of racing if they brought in tube transportation when Thomas had the wonderful vision of everyone riding around in a giant bong. Her laugh started off sharp and continued on for a moment before she pulled herself together enough to reply. He was great, he really was. "They need to put you in charge of modern development," she said. She could only imagine what sort of world they'd be living in if Tom had the power to bend and shape everything to his will. If bong-transport was any indication, they'd be in for a wild ride. Pun intended. "I'd love to hear your suggestions for world hunger and AIDS, seriously." Except she wasn't that serious.
"Leave it to you to make a dick joke," she said, though she knew she'd have done the same.
Gazing out of the window as if the conversation didn't interest her, Rin said, "You know, I'm pretty sure you could pull off a gay man." Not all gays were as flamboyant and stereotypical as Hollywood made them out to be but she'd certainly met a few. Theatre meant a lot of gay men. That was one stereotype that tended to lean on the side of true, at least in her experience. "Is there anything I should know? Like, gosh, if I decide to make a move on you while I'm tipsy that is not the kind of rejection I want." She shook her head. Hey, that's never actually happened, she realised. Well, that was one thing she couldn't cross off on her list of experiences. Her gaydar must be pretty functional.
Now that they were out of the car and she wasn't in danger of being killed if she distracted him too much, Rin patted him on the shoulder. "See, you're learning!" She was a terrifying person, he needed to learn this. She might have been small but her lack of a soul really made her vicious, you see. "I sure hope you paid attention to article forty-seven. When the bills for the hookers start coming in I don't want any questions or phone calls to the police." Then, effortlessly, she switched over to seriousness with, "Onion rings. It has been a while." Maybe she'd get some for herself. She usually just drank at bars, food wasn't often on her mind. She also ordered a beer, considering his question as she took a moment to eye the others around them. She liked to get a good feel of who was around and what was going on, no matter whether it affected her or not. "I'd say pool but I probably would take your eye out," she mused breezily. "Air hockey? Something competitive so I can prove how much better I am than you." She grinned at him, taking a swig of the beer.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 14, 2012 22:40:50 GMT -5
Thomas didn't quite get the desired reaction he wanted from her, but of course, this was Rin. He couldn't expect...anything from her really. She was a hard book to read. When she claimed her allegience to the bad crowd, he nodded. ”Yeah, I did expect that. Because you're a horrible person.” He smiled as he said that, but he was being rather serious. The point was that how she ever came to be a functional member of society may have had something to do with the fact people were afraid of her. ”All the police were trying to catch me riding dirty, but they couldn't get me.” Thomas didn't even remember any signs for the missing bike, so he got off. He wasn't just trying to impress her, because he could do better than a bike story. Rin apparently did wonder how he came to be a professor. ”Well, I should think that professor and dork are synonomous,” he said first. ”But uh...you know, I was always sort of awesome. It just worked out for me.” The truth? He was smart, yes, but he also worked hard. A lot of the times when he blew off his friends because he had other plans...those plans had been studying. And now he was the one with a phD.
He laughed at her words. ”Yeah, you're lucky considering you didn't have much of a choice.” Would've sucked if her parents did have kids. Older siblings you were born into the world with them, like he was, but younger siblings shook up everything. He wondered how his own siblings felt about his birth, but they proved that to him in the years after. ”Oh no, we don't. I'm doing good with my brother because I don't have to interact with him much, but I have to deal with my sister on a regular basis.” That probably did kill their relationship. It was the constant one-upsmanship competition between the two that made them not get along as well as they could. At least he had the better car. And she could gargle his balls.
It was easy to gain control of the car because he had not actually lost control of it in the first place, but he inhaled deeply at her comment. ”Of course you would. I'm sure they have one at the renaissance faire.” Or historical places. He didn't know much about the existence of guillotines in this day of age other than haunted hay rides and other scary attractions that could make use of it.
And he'd brought her to laughing again! He gave himself the proverbial pat on the back, and a round of applause. Granted, he was being pretty serious on that front. ”I know right, we'd have made leaps and bounds in engineering were I working for the government,” he said in a flat tone of voice. Thomas nodded again at her next words of ways to cure world hunger and AIDS. ”World Hunger is easy. Just make more food!” With that reasoning, Cher from Clueless was his spirit animal, like Annie was Rin's. If he were serious, he might have told someone else about this idea of his. ”AIDS is something else, though, I'll leave that to the scientists.” He was a mathematician, he was good with numbers, not diseases. Numbers and transportation tubes, apparently.
He couldn't help but snort at her gay comment. She always seemed to flaberghast him. ”I'll keep that in mind if the whole straight guy gig doesn't work out for me.” Which, it wasn't, but he never thought of turning to the male gender to test it out. He really didn't like penises all that much, and he wasn't ready to make the choice of pitcher or catcher. Okay, so it was pitcher, but switching dating scenes seemed more complicated than just sticking to the one. ”Don't worry, if you're rejected, it's not because I'm gay. It'd be because I'm afraid that you'd bite my head off in the morning.” He never had to worry about that, but with Rin, he probably would. It just seemed like a Rin thing to do.
Rolling his eyes when she patted his arm, Tom nodded his head slowly. He didn't want a black eye, he did'nt enjoy injuries and he was pretty sure that no one else did, either. Unless they were a masochist, and it made him wonder if Rin was that sort of person in bed. Probably. No soul. Instead of laughing as he would have liked, the man simply made a soft sound in his throat before asking, ”Hookers bill people? Do they carry around machine for your credit cards?” The wonderful world of hookers was a mystery to him. He never bought one because his money went toward other things and he always wondered what they might have had going on down there. It was a little scary.
There were a lot of video games with zombies and dance games and everything and as much as he would like to kick her ass in DDR, he also enjoyed air hockey. ”You're on. Do your terms and conditions mention a hockey puck to the eye? Because I want to be sure.” He didn't pay much attention to them, after all. Poor lawyers that actually wrote the things, but a claus for air hockey would be pretty entertaining. By the sixth beer, he was feeling enough buzz that he got another and took it with him to get tokens out of the machine before heading over to the hockey table with Rin. ”I have to tell you, I'm awesome at games when I'm drunk.” That was his secret gambit, luring her into a false sense of security when he was actually pro in the drunk department of gaming. And his seventh beer was just the topper to make him feel that perfect kind of woozy, drunk.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 16, 2012 3:41:05 GMT -5
She did not feel offended, fully embracing the fact that she was far from a respectable and upstanding member of society. One of the most important things about confidence was accepting who you were. No wonder she was so self-assured. "Your luck is better than mine." Cars were a lot harder to steal than bikes but he'd still gotten off with the better results. She wondered if she'd have been able to pull off jacking a bike as a teenager. Maybe. She wouldn't try it now, though. She still drank, she'd do drugs socially, she was a bitch, but she tried not to do things that would get her arrested. She scoffed. "I think you forgot the 'not' in front of the awesome." He wasn't half bad, actually. If he weren't an interesting guy she wouldn't bother with him. He's got nothing on the most interesting man in the world or anything but I can deal. At least he wasn't one of the boring dorks that always talked about shit no one else understood.
She thought about that, frowning. "Huh, when you think about it, parents are kind of assholes." She could bet they didn't often sit down with their eldest child and ask politely, "Hey, honey, mind if we shack up and procreate? It'll mean a lifetime of sharing, comparing yourself to someone else, and being blamed for everything!" That's how she viewed having siblings. She was sure some people with brothers and sisters would spew some sap about how they loved their family but she really didn't give a shit. "Yep, definitely glad we're not in the same boat." Then something occurred to her. "Yeah, doesn't your sister work at the Academy, too? Haven't talked to her myself but, y'know, staff meetings." God, that must be annoying. She tried to imagine having to work alongside someone she hated, like maybe that guy that had dumped her in eighth grade.
Though Rin was paying more attention to the fact that the paint on her right thumbnail was chipped than Thomas himself, she was listening to the conversation and took note of his dry tone with a smile. "Makes you wonder who they do have in charge right now. Why aren't they all as brilliant as you, making bong-pipes for fast travel?" No, really, she'd like to see the world as designed by Thomas. Would it be like stepping into an alternate reality? Sounded pretty sweet. "Hey, farms are better than charities." She shrugged. She didn't trust charities and wouldn't donate money even if she did. She'd leave that to those peace on earth hippy types that thought they were actually making a difference with a dollar a day. "Seriously, though, Africa can solve it's own fucking problems. I think I need a pay raise, dealing with brats all day." They should give their money to her instead of some third-world country. And yes, she really was quite a horrible person.
The mental image gave her a laugh as most things in the conversation had. "How did you know I was distantly related to spiders?" Because she was vile and scared the crap out of a whole lot of people, perhaps? "I can also unhinge my jaw like a snake." That would be a pretty freaky sight, actually. Why didn't more horror movies have shit like that? Of course, Rin didn't actually know that snakes didn't literally unhinge their jaws, she didn't look this shit up. Most of the time she just trusted in common knowledge. "I don't know, though, I get the feel your students might like your subject better if you were headless. That's some freaky shit." She'd definitely take a class simply to see something of the sort. No shame, none at all.
She shook her head. "Hookers don't bill people, I bill people." She imagined the look on Thomas face if he received a letter, "Hey, so I called up a couple girls for a fun night and I don't have enough, need $$$ thanks." Hm. That would make a pretty hilarious thing to send to someone gullible, actually. She stored it away for later.
Caterina cast a distrustful glance at the DDR machine, wondering how long she'd last before falling. She was that kind of tipsy after several beers where she knew what was going on enough to care about it. Maybe in a few more she'd climb on top of the machine for shits and giggles, get them both kicked you. You only live once? Ugh, no, she hated that phrase. "Maybe I should amend them: Any object to the eye, groin, gut, or other sensitive place is not my fault and I cannot be held accountable." She grinned and took up a side, holding the mallet a little too tight in one hand and the beer in the other. At least she wasn't gripping the beer too tight. "Mhm, sure," she said, sounding cocky and overconfident in herself. "Prove it, why dontcha?" She hit the puck a little too roughly and it skipped slightly, nearly bouncing off the table and missing his goal by a fair amount. Well, she could still recover. It was only the start of the game!
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