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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on May 25, 2012 18:47:01 GMT -5
The acrid smell of burning roused Rowena from her sleep, nose wrinkling in mild disgust. The blonde blinked blearily as she sat up on the couch, muscles stiff from lying in an awkward position and arm half-asleep since she'd been leaning on it. Her thoughts were still a little dulled from weariness and so it took her several seconds of thinking about how awful the charred smell was before she realised that checking the oven was probably a good idea. "Shit," she said sharply, accent still fairly evident, and got up from where she'd been sitting. Thankfully there was very little damage to the oven despite the chicken nuggets that she'd stuck in there being thoroughly inedible. She foolishly tried to pick one of them off the rack with her fingers, swearing loudly and dropping it when it scalded them. Common sense was not present. Much more wary of the burnt food, Rowena grabbed a dish-towel and picked up the offending object, dropping it in the bin with a glare of disgust. "Fucking hate cooking," she muttered under her breath, sliding the other nuggets off the rack before closing the door and leaning against the tiny counter.
What now? The entire apartment smelled like charred chicken and she was still hungry. She hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch when she'd laid down on it but it had been a long day and she hadn't slept well the night before. Some dickhead's car alarm had gone off in the parking lot and it had jolted her awake, the Thunder finding it hard to get back to sleep afterwards. She wasn't a morning person. Hell, Ro was nasty whatever time you roused her from sleep. If she didn't get up of her own accord, she didn't want to be awake. Sleep was precious for her. Despite having given up her addiction, she never stopped craving it. Until she slept, and thus the night hours were her favourites. No wonder she'd dozed off so easily on the couch. Oops. Rowena rolled her blue eyes and pushed away from the counter, grabbing her cellphone from where it sat on the coffee table. She ordered Chinese, in no mood to cook again just in case, and turned on the television for some background noise while she waited.
The purple fabric of her latest project caught her attention, draped over one of the couch's arms with the needle resting delicately on top. She was surprised that she hadn't disturbed it in her sleep but then, she'd woken curled up at the opposite end. Sliding over to the end cushion, Ro set the fabric across her lap and easily fell into the familiar rhythms of sewing. She had aspirations of getting a better modelling contract that offered more money so that she could afford some really good equipment, a proper sewing machine. Maybe a couple of mannequins so that she could really test out the shapes of the clothing without having to try it on herself or enlist the help of her friends. There was always Altair of course. Her sister could look good in anything. At least, that was Ro's take on it.
[Forgive the derpness, gotta get back into her character <3 If you want I can edit in her talking to Altair you just weren't on and I didn't want to powerplay since I didn't know what Al would be doing xD]
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 26, 2012 14:12:28 GMT -5
Altair turned her foot around, inspecting the shoe. Cost: three-hundred bucks. Desire for it: astronomical. Did she have the money? In her bank account sat two-thousand dollars. Should she spend it? No. No she shouldn't. Bills needed to be taken care of, necessities like food. Clothes are necessities. She looked around at the boxes around her, the shelves. She didn't need any of it. It was a matter of want and desire and the fact that there was money she could spent even when the responsible part of her brain was there to push her away, back out of the mall, to somewhere she wouldn't be tempted to buy out the entire place. Altair kicked the heels off into the box, and picked up her other bags as she stood. She paid for it at the counter, didn't say anything when the woman bade her a good day, and went about her business. Altair had already been to five stores, spending money in ever single one.
She stopped in the food court for a soda, and sipped it when she went into another store to look for clothes. Whenever she saw a blouse with a rhinestone collar, or jeans with floral designs stitched into the legs, she thought of how her sister could design something so much better. She could do the same design and make it look like it was from a professional designer's website. It was a matter of spending for Altair. The fact that she had the power to hand over a little piece of plastic and give someone something they wouldn't have if not for her. It was the same way when she'd smile at men who came into the bar, who would sit and wonder and drool. She could give them what they wanted...or not. It was her choice. She added another bag to her arm, the handles cutting lines into her arms. A familiar, almost comforting feeling for the blond.
She threw them in the back when she drove home, taking four minutes to flip down the visor and fix her hair, wipe her fingers under her eyes to fix the black that lined it. Once home, she made it as quickly as possible to the apartment and turned the key into the lock. She barely made it into the room when she smelled that smell. That smelly smell that she smelled. "What the fuck?" she asked, stepping in, holding her arms up to keep the bags on them as she looked around. "Were you trying to pave the place with tar? Holy shit, I'm gonna croak." She went into the bedroom and through her stuff on the mattress, keys dangling from her hands when she went back out to Rowena in the living room. The girl was focused on her designs, and Altair went into the kitchen. She opened the lid of the trash can and rolled her eyes. "Fucking chicken nuggets, Ro, you've got to be kidding me. Chicken. Nuggets." Charred and black and barely resembling then, but Altair couldn't think of what else they'd be.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on May 26, 2012 16:06:33 GMT -5
Rowena glanced up and toward the door out of instinct when she heard the key in the lock, though by the time Altair entered the apartment she had long since turned her full attention back to the design. Her fingers moved swiftly and expertly along the cloth and she hadn't pricked her fingers once. The shaking when she'd been going through withdrawals had made sewing like this damn near impossible but there was none of that now. She was almost proud of herself. The Thunder heard her sister's voice and her lips twitched slightly. Typical Altair. She still didn't look up as she replied, "Be a bloody improvement over this place, wouldn't it?" Alright, so maybe she was being sarcastic, but it wasn't like the apartment was the nicest place in the world. Maybe combined they could afford a better place... if they didn't have the spending habits of your typical fashion-obsessed teenagers. Rowena could guess without a glance what Altair had brought home but she didn't have the right to say anything against her. After all, who had went out and splurged on dozens of rolls of different-coloured fabrics and materials? Ro, of course.
"Are you looking in the bin?" Rowena sounded almost exasperated as she heard her sister's voice float out from the tiny-ass kitchen toward where she sat. The Thunder elemental felt a little defensive over her failed cooking skills. It wasn't like she had a lot of talents and cooking certainly wasn't one of them but hey, honest mistake right? "I fell asleep," she admitted monotonously. If Altair had been looking she might have shrugged but she merely continued threading the needle through soft purple silk. Silk in winter? Well, who said it was necessarily a winter design? Rowena tended to make a lot of sacrifices for looking good and one of those sacrifices was freezing her ass off in a short skirt, middle of December. As long as she wore a jacket and got inside quickly it was worth it for how hot she looked in comparison to others in woollen ensembles. "What've you got against chicken nuggets?" She was used to Altair's attitude and so didn't find herself offended by the tone and all the cussing. Really, she was probably one of the people that could stand Altair the most. Sisters, bonded by blood and all that junk.
The smell really was awful but Rowena had been given a little longer to adjust to it. She'd been sitting in the apartment for several minutes breathing it in where Altair had walked out and been hit with the full force of it. "Crack open a window if it bothers you that much." Her suggestion was said with as much lack of colour in her voice as usual but it did not mean she was disinterested in Altair. Nah, this was just how she spoke. Thick and toneless. Finishing one side of the article, she held it up against the light for a moment with a frown, critical. Eh. It's getting there. Like writers and musicians and artists of all kinds, as a designer Rowena was her own worst critic. She didn't hate everything that she made but she'd certainly notice the flaws and imperfections that others could easily overlook. Setting it down for a moment to give Altair her full attention, Rowena lit a smoke and took a long drag before asking, "What'd you get?" She hadn't looked up to see what all sorts of bags her sister had but she was curious nevertheless.
[Wow okay Rowena started talking the second I read the post o.o]
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 27, 2012 12:23:00 GMT -5
Altair didn't acknowledge the words coming from her sister, she simply made an almost caveman-like. Translation meaning, "Altair smells something bad. Altair displeased." She should have felt guilty that she had just brought home a shitload of expensive clothes and shoes from the mall when they could have used that money for a better apartment (without the tar) but she simply went about her business, eyes taking in their shithole life. No matter how many times they cleaned (in other words, not a lot) it seemed to always carry the dirt and heaviness of a hovel. She'd never been in a hovel, but she assumed that it was kind of like this. With nasty people and the overwhelming scent of urine. Fun. "Right in it," she answered her sister as she peered down, blinking as she shook her head. Altair never tried to cook, it didn't interest her. The only thing she'd ever made was coffee. And she couldn't recall ever fucking that up, so she stuck to it.
She let the lid drop and straightened, fussing with her hair again. Forever concerned about whether or not it was sitting in the right place, she constantly had her fingers in it. Well, not constantly, of course. That would mean getting it oily. "Did you not sleep last night or something?" she asked like an investigator at the crime scene, trying to figure out what had gone on behind the scenes. Because she couldn't chew her sister out for falling asleep, since it was an honest mistake. It wasn't her chicken nuggets that she fucked up anyway, so she wasn't even pissed. Just her usual disagreeable self. "Got nothing against them," she told Ro as she opened the oven, and scrunching up her nose. "Do got something against the smell of charred poultry." It wasn't the most pleasant scent at all. It wasn't on the level of burnt hair, however, especially since it was something that lingered around your head all day if you didn't do something about it.
Altair closed the oven and walked out of the kitchen, shooting Ro a glance that said 'oh, just watch me open this bloody window.' She unlocked the latch and started to yank at it. And yank. And she was pulling it, but it was as if something adhered it to the sill. Clearly something was fucking with this, and she didn't have the window knowledge to figure out what the hell was going on. "Fucking kidding me," she muttered, pulling her hands out and checking her manicure, running her fingers over the tip of her nails. She would be flipping shit if her paint chipped. "Do we have a fan around here," she muttered, not even remembering if they had purchased one for the summer. Instead of finding one, she turned on the exhaust hood fan and let that do its work. Good enough. Until Rowena started smoking. She went back out. "Clothes. Shoes. Buncha shit. Have you been here all day?" She would go in and show Ro what she got, first she had to see what she'd been up to.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on May 27, 2012 14:03:08 GMT -5
The blonde shook her head in response to Altair's question, though her actual response was delayed a few seconds by a yawn. She'd thought about being tired and apparently her body wanted to fuck with her, remind her that she was running on only a couple hours of sleep. "Not well. Fuckin' car alarms." She hated them and she hated the person that owned the car even if he (or she, Ro didn't give two shits) wasn't around to hear it go off. It was their fault her night had been ruined because they were the asshole who decided they wanted to actually protect their car in such an awful neighbourhood rather than let some low-life come and steal it. Shame on them. "Nothing new," she said, shrugging it off. "I never sleep good." If she managed to fall asleep and stay asleep she'd generally be good for most of the night but if she woke up it was difficult for her to get back to sleep. Unfortunately for Ro, living in a building with thin walls and loud neighbours didn't work out well for her. Maybe if they had a nicer place... but of course, she wouldn't ever bring something like that up. She and Altair were bad with their spending and their lifestyles. She couldn't pin it all on her sister any more than she could pin it solely on herself, but at the end of the day the results were the same: their place sucked and they wouldn't do anything about it.
Rowena smirked at Altair's reply, the only real sign that she was amused by it. Eh, to be fair, charred chicken did smell pretty damn awful. "It adds to the charm of the place." Rather than light and joking, her tone was dry and sarcastic. Rowena wasn't big on jokes but then again, she wasn't an incredibly cheery person to begin with. It was hard for her to take a joke, let alone make one. Rowena watched her sister tug at the window, almost offering to try it herself before she remembered that she'd probably have even less luck. She was physically weak from the hell she'd put her body through and even though she was on the mend it didn't mean she'd gotten much stronger. If Altair couldn't open it then she'd have no luck. "Shall I add that to the list of all the shit that's wrong with this place?" She shook her head, looking sour. She didn't actually have a list of course. "It'd be more like a fucking book at this point. I hate reading. Is it even worth talking to the stupid twat that runs this place any more?" She'd only seen the landlord a few times and it had never been to fix anything. The disadvantage to living in a shithole building was the fact that it remained a shithole. If you couldn't fix things yourself you were out of luck. She certainly wasn't capable of repairing anything in the place if it broke.
She didn't know if they had a fan but instead of saying this she decided to just refrain from answering and let her silence speak for itself. The cigarette was calming as she inhaled its toxic and illegal goodness. She had a friend that was always willing to buy her a few packs. Not that he realised he was being manipulated, or maybe he did and just didn't care. Fellow Thunder and all. Maybe it was alliances that convinced him and not Ro herself. "Most of it," she replied, accepting Altair's answer without the bat of an eyelash. "Went into the parking lot t'meet someone but that was it." That 'someone' had been her smoke buddy, if she could call him a buddy with how little they actually talked. The nuggets had already been in the freezer when she'd decided it was too damned cold to stay out in what she had on (a pair of leggings, shorts and a loose top in her current case) and came back inside. Then she'd fallen asleep. Glorious day. "Where'd you get yourself to?" She guessed Altair had taken a trip to the mall thanks to all the bags but she wondered if her sister had been anywhere else interesting.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 27, 2012 18:00:48 GMT -5
Her question was answered with Ro's yawn before the words even came. She could agree with car alarms. They were more of a nuisance than anything, and living in this place they went off quite a bit. "Invest in ear plugs," Altair suggested. They had those things, and apparently they worked for people who couldn't sleep. Her sleep pattern wasn't a big concern. She waked up bright and early every morning, even if she had to beat down a hangover for the day. "Sleeping pills? I don't know. Just don't fall asleep when making food anymore." Altair was careful about taking pills that were anything other than Advil. She didn't want to relapse, didn't want to fall back into that even if her body and mind might crave it. She hated being reliant on something, especially on pills. Her life had been controlled by them, and that was sickening. She was independent, she liked to believe that she could stand on her own without aid from anything else. Without aid from a bottle that she kept getting refilled.
Altair rolled her eyes, scratching furiously behind her ear as it began to itch. She hated the smell of anything that was not familiar. She didn't like change one bit. Especially not burnt change. "Yes, character," she replied, remembering what Syria had said about the hole she'd kicked into the door her first day arriving to their lovely little apartment. They'd been living there for two years and she still hadn't warmed up to it. How could she? There was no better word to describe it than shit. Rowena had a very good point about this entire situation, too. "I feel like if we wrote a novel and placed it on his desk he'd have us evicted," she said with a snort. "He knows how fucked up this place is, he just doesn't want to spend the money to fix it." And what was he spending his money on, anyway? Strippers and cocaine?
She was still standing as Rowena spoke about her day. Which consisted of being in the apartment, which she couldn't complain about. That was a pretty nice gig, just kicking back. "Do I know them?" Altair asked about whoever Rowena went to meet. They told each other about their goings-on, so she figured she might. Not like they kept a wide circle of friends. "Hold on," Altair said, walking into the room to get her bag. She came back out with it, and sat cross-legged on the floor as she fished her purchases out. "Pumps. Been needing them." They were purple and wouldn't match much of anything, but she'd fallen in love and therefore had to buy them. Then she pulled out a blouse. "And this is for spring. Might as well get the shopping done early." That was her excuse. The truth was she just wanted to buy it. "Pretty good shopping day." Altair scratched the back of her head. "So you want to do something later? Someone was telling me about a party earlier." She'd also forgotten the name of whoever that had been.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on May 28, 2012 22:58:28 GMT -5
Rowena frowned at the suggestion. Maybe I should. She took most things that Altair said to her into consideration. This was her sister, the one person that she felt she could trust. She didn't really have many 'friends', at least not in the close sense, and her parents didn't exist as far as she was concerned. There was just Altair. "They can't get like, stuck in your ear, can they?" This was an honest and rather silly concern of hers but hey, she'd never claimed to be the brightest. Rowena didn't care much for intelligence. As long as she could model and design that was good enough for her. "Think I should stay away from pills." It had been heroin that had pulled her under but she had an addictive personality. She didn't want to get trapped by another drug when she was finally getting over the first one. She still smoked and drank but she justified these in her own head by insisting that she needed something to stay on, something to calm her. "S'not like I wanted to fall asleep, Al," she said with a roll of her bright blue eyes. Really. Rowena hated cooking and all but she didn't hate it so much that she'd purposely fall asleep and burn the apartment down. Especially not when Altair wasn't home to take control of the blaze. The Thunder girl didn't have a death wish.
She sighed briefly at the word character, immediately connecting it to her sister. She also vividly remembered an English class shortly after the passing of her sister when the word had come up quite normally and it had reduced her to tears. How humiliating. Rowena had loathed the unpredictability of her emotions in those days. She had been so accustomed to controlling them with drugs that she'd been an absolute mess in the beginning. "Wonder if Syr would have said something about the window." Rowena took another long drag of the smoke. "'It makes the place special' or something like that." And she laughed, if only for a moment, because it didn't hurt quite so much to think about the girl any more. She missed her, she'd always miss her, but there were fond memories too. Rowena broke off the laugh into a brief cough from the smoke, blinking back tears from the pressure and then shrugging it off. "Wouldn't mind being evicted," she said. She would, of course. "This place isn't much better than under a fucking bridge." She knew that she was exaggerating and she was sure Altair would know it, too. She just hated the prick that ran their building. He was a dick. An ugly fucker, too.
She thought about the question for a moment, blonde brows pulling together. They were carefully plucked and cared for, like everything else about Rowena nowadays. "Think so. You met Jeff?" Since the twins were so close, they tended to hang around the same crowds a lot of the time. Then there were always the wonderful people that mistook them for each other. Sometimes Rowena would play pretend for a minute or two to fuck with their heads, especially when it was a professor that got it wrong. That was always glorious. "Purple," she crooned when Altair pulled out the pumps. Purple was Rowena's favourite colour. "Sexy." Her sister was hot and even Ro knew it. Hell, they shared an appearance. If she was pretty then Altair was too. Nothing bad about that, nothing bad at all. "Way early," she commented, chuckling. Eh, Rowena couldn't take. It wasn't like the shirt she was working on would be suitable for the winter months. She could have waited but she had bad spending habits. "A party? I'm in, s'long as there's booze." Rowena didn't like tame parties. Of course, she trusted that any party Altair was interested in probably wasn't tame.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 29, 2012 16:54:26 GMT -5
Altair hadn't considered that, the possibility of the thing getting stuck in one's ear. Though she figured she should have, considering one of her greatest fears was losing a tampon since apparently that was possible. "Uhhh...no, I don't think so." She could be lying through her teeth, but she was simply using her logic in this scenario. It was just a little disk of whatever-the-hell ear plugs are made of. Nothing to worry about there, right? Altair silently agreed with Rowena about the pills, but said nothing. No need to acknowledge that even more with a comment from her. She'd much rather just brush past it. "Yeah, and the chicken nuggets didn't want to get burnt to death, but the poor things are now chilling in the bin." Only Rowena knew that she had a sense of humor that didn't have to involve tearing down other people in the process. A weird sense of humor, but didn't everyone with the people they were close to? She wouldn't know. She was only close to Ro.
Altair went silent for a moment when her sister contemplated what Syria would have said about this little incident, cut off with a cough. Her blue eyes studied everything outside, the snow covering up imperfections that might otherwise be seen on the ground, trash and branches and what have you covered in snow. "Something like that," she finally said, a smirk curving her lips into a small smile. She always was the better of the two of them, the more optimistic. Or that her front. It was distressing to know that they would never have a clue on how bad she'd actually been. "Then where would we put our clothes?" she said, playing along with the under the bridge scenario. Because why not contemplate it? Almost sounded good to her. Except the dirtiness. She took a glance around. Yeah, not much worse. "I vouce trash bags. And then we can dread our hair and panhandle in supermarket parking lots." Like they would be caught dead doing such a thing, the Bennetts.
Altair nodded her head. "Yeah. Still hang out with him?" She was fickle with people. She didn't try to keep in touch with others. Usually if someone wanted to do something, it was them texting her. There were a few people she talked to by choice, but those people were rare and far between. Instead of having a smoke, Altair pulled out a packet of gum from her back pocket and popped a square into her mouth as she went on displaying the clothes. That Rowena was always allowed to use for her own experiments and designs. "Caught my eye," she said, smacking on her gum as she returned it to the box. Altair put her fingers together and squinted as if to measure the time between now and spring. Which was a lot. "Course," Altair said. "Lame ass party if it didn't. You'll have to do my hair. It's been bugging me." She took her white mane out from its bun and shook it out.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on May 29, 2012 20:16:14 GMT -5
Rowena looked concerned for another several seconds, putting a hand to one ear as if she could already anticipate the horrors of having something stuck so far down there that she couldn't get it out. It almost made her shudder. Altair didn't think it was possible, though, and maybe she didn't know how much her opinion meant to her twin but Rowena accepted the Fire elemental's words almost immediately. Looking reassured, she exhaled. "Yeah. Then... yeah, maybe I'll pick some up next time I'm in the shop." Where the hell did you get ear plugs anyway? Maybe a music store. People played their music so fucking loud sometimes it was a wonder people weren't born with earplugs equipped. Planning for the future and all that good stuff. "I'm sure they'd have preferred being eaten." Rowena rolled her eyes and patted her stomach in explanation, as if she even needed to explain that she'd have been the one doing all the eating. Hey, it was actually a good thing that she'd taken the initiative to try and make food, even if she'd failed epically and filled their crappy apartment with the smell of charred bird. It meant that she was trying to eat, and eating was a good thing for a recovering bulimic. Well, eating and not chucking it all back up afterwards.
Speaking of eating, the door went and she held up a finger. "That'll be the Chinese." She realised now that she hadn't warned Altair she had ordered food but decided that it didn't matter either way. It was her own money. They were notoriously bad spenders, the pair of them, it wasn't like either could talk about the other. She paid the guy but didn't tip him, ignoring any disgruntled looks she might have gotten, then sat down on the couch and opened one of the boxes. Chicken fried rice. She also had chicken lo mein and chicken balls. Hey, the girl liked her chicken and the damned oven had denied her the nuggets she'd been planning on eating. She didn't offer to share for it always went without saying that she'd share anything and everything with Altair. "Garbage bags sound good," she said, nodding. "And we could steal carts for their quarters. Chase people down the street for them." She deadpanned this, playing along. Altair was one of the few people she was capable of kind-of-sort-of joking around with, mainly because it was easier for her to tell when Al was joking as opposed to others. "Think I'd look funky with dreads. Weird." She pulled a face. Not her style.
Rowena thought about it, shrugged. "Wouldn't call it hanging out. He gets me smokes, I pay him. S'it, really." They'd hung around one another a couple times and she'd slept with him once or twice when he needed convincing but it was not exactly what anyone would call hanging out or a functional friendship. He was her dealer, only instead of drugs it was cigarettes. She'd deleted all her drug dealers off her phone and cut ties. That'd been easy enough, she wasn't good at staying in touch. She looked thoughtfully at the blouse. It might look better if—no, she couldn't get carried away. One project at a time. If she didn't focus she ended up with ten million unfinished designs. Mix and match, scrap work. "How do you want it?" Rowena liked to think she was pretty good at doing hair, nails, clothes, anything concerning fashion. She was all over it whether it was her own style or another persons. Fashion was probably the only reason she was ever pleasant toward certain people. If they didn't have good taste, quite a few of her 'friends'—the term used loosely—would not be people she'd even acknowledge on the street.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 30, 2012 17:57:59 GMT -5
Altair shook her head as Ro patted her stomach. "Don't wanna think of nuggets being sentient beings that can tell when they're being eaten. It's a little horrifying." She had to applaud herself on the vocabulary, that she used a word like sentient and knew what it meant. She was one to throw out words even when she could only guess that thy meant a certain thing and she wasn't very sure of the definition. And then she'd blow it off and say that she had known what it meant all along. She shifted he head when the door went off, turning her attention to Rowena then. "Back up plan," she murmured, smiling a little bit. Chinese was good, but it wasn't like she cooked a lot so she basically lived off takeout. She was usually too lazy to even throw some nuggets in the oven. Therefore, she couldn't remember a time when she had burned them.
Altair sighed, scratching her head, hating that her hair was more limp than curled. She always looked perfect, she wasn't having her hair's non-compliance with the system. "Then we'll be those homeless ladies. The police will know us by name when they kick us out of parks." She was sure they had an officer or two that could recall their names if they really thought about it. They weren't the most upstanding citizens, now were they? At least they were pretty while doing it. "Yeah, right, like anything would look bad on you." She laughed, because hello, identical triplets twins. They looked completely alike, so it would be no problem to dread their hair. "Especially if you wear a hat and smoke a blunt." The whole Bob Marley deal. Then Rowena would have to learn to sing One Love, and it would be complete. In Altair's imagination, of course.
Eh, she could kind of consider that hanging out. She supposed, being around another person. That was enough hanging out for her. "He's dull, anyway," Altair said with a smirk. Most people were dull to her, anyway. There were a few people that could keep her attention when she had the attention span of a fruit fly, and the intelligence of one when it came to trying to escape something. She didn't care much about intelligence, though, it wasn't on her list of priorities. She had a body that brought men to their knees, why would she need smarts? "Ugh, I don't know. It's been doing this weird thing where it can't decide whether or not it wants to curl or be straight." So it chose in-between waves. She raked her fingernails through her hair. "Maybe if you do one of those fishtail braids." She could keep a few strands of her hair out that way since at least it looked fine in moderation. Just not keeping it down.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on May 31, 2012 3:27:33 GMT -5
Rowena made a face and glanced in the general direction of the kitchen as if glaring the nuggets to hop out of the bin and come after her for burning them to death or something. She didn't actually believe that it would happen but it was a rather disturbing thought, about as disturbing as their knowing when they were being munched upon. Sadly that was never going to happen to the trashed ones. She hated burnt food and probably wouldn't put it in her mouth if you paid her. "The fuck's that mean?" she asked, for while Altair knew what the word was her sister was not as clued in. "Sentient. Sounds fucking weird." Rowena wasn't very bright and perhaps if she noticed it she might try to hide it a little more but a lot of the times she was oblivious to how stupid she could really be. Entire things would fly over her head with ease. "Coulda just made more food but I thought fuck that, I'll just order out. S'easier." Convenience first, right? Rowena had been willing to pop a few nuggets in the oven the first time but she'd decided not to have a second go after the first one had been so beautifully botched. Third time's the charm, not the second time, and by the third she'd have been tearing up the kitchen. As if it needed any more destruction than the damned apartment already had.
She thought about it for a moment, snorted. "Already know mine. Got busted for drugs a couple times." She was over that now and had managed to get away with warnings for the most part. She wasn't a dealer after all and they were generally a little less hard on the people who just took the stuff as opposed to making it available to others. She'd had to sleep with one cop in order to make him let her go. It had been disgusting but she'd done it to avoid a night in the slammer. Anything for her own protection, right? Her body was a useful tool and she would utilize it whenever she had to. Anything to get ahead. "True," she agreed easily with Altair, her pride swelling. It didn't get in the way a whole lot because of her self-consciousness issues in the past but damn did it feel good to be told you looked good. Especially when the person in question actually mattered to you. Hell, Altair was the only person who mattered to Rowena. "Fucking hate hats and the bloody hat hair that comes with them." She would spend hours doing her hair only to have the damn thing mess it all up. She avoided hats even in winter.
She immediately voiced her agreement with, "Boring." It probably wasn't very decent to insult someone that was generally pretty nice to her and risked buying her smokes at the shop but Rowena never cared about being a decent person. She was whoever she wanted to be, selfish to the extremes. She only cared about herself and Altair. Her sister was practically like an extension of herself. A bitchier, much more fiery extension. Wouldn't trade the girl for the world. "Hate when mine does that." Hair really was a bitch. "Got it." She immediately started to work on the braid, priding herself in the lack of shakiness in her hands. Couldn't of done this back then. It had been a long road to recovery but she was doing pretty good if she did say so herself. Which she did say, because Rowena did what she wanted. "Can't believe fucking school goes back in a few weeks," she said, sounding irritated about this. "Hate school." She'd have dropped out if it weren't for Syria's influence. The Water elemental was not around any longer but her words still resonated in Rowena's mind. She'd do it for her. "Think they still want you for leader?" They wouldn't officially find out until the announcement in the new year but hey, maybe people had dropped hints.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 31, 2012 17:55:17 GMT -5
Altair motioned with her hands as if grasping for the words to explain. She would never admit that she wasn't good at anything, but on her list of faults it was difficult for her to give explanations. She didn't care, since she wasn't looking to be a teacher in the future. "It means, like...it has a mind of its own. Or something. It thinks." She tapped the side of her head to emphasize that point. Gestures certainly helped. Altair moved her hand to brush off some hair from her arms. It was like she was molting or something. That did not please her, but there was always trials one must move past. Like hair falling out. Maybe she needed a new shampoo, Shed Preventer or something. "Don't want to fall asleep again. And hey, the buzzer goes, and that'll wake you right up to perfectly made food." If she was tired, that seemed like the better option. Unless she slept through the buzzer, but judging by the fact that she couldn't sleep as is, that was doubtful.
Not surprising that cops knew Rowena's name. It was kind of her fault they had to leave Great Britain in the first place. Okay, she didn't want to be like that, to refer to it as Rowena's 'fault'. Was it sad that something like this was normal conversation for them? That they could talk like this and it was just everyday fare? Well, that was life, Altair presumed. Unlike anyone else who the Fire girl liked to tear apart, she happily built up her sister. She should, it was her duty. She didn't want Rowena to slip away, too. The two had already lost too much. "Didn't know you were so opposed to hats," Altair said, grinning. Her grins were often feral and raw, she didn't hide any part of her personality from anyone else. If she was going to present herself to the world, she would bear all. "Then nix on the Rastafarian deal." Eh, it depended on the hat for her. She did not like baseball caps because she looked like one of those Afghan dogs when her hair was down and she wore them, but there were some others she thought were cute. And that she would wear only once, like most everything else.
The Fire girl shifted over so she faced away from her sister. Altair wished she could have more control over what her hair did, but clearly it had a mind of its own half the time. The best of the best could magic theirs into a glorious style, but she didn't have the nimble fingers for it. December was coming to a quick close, and it didn't feel like Altair got as much as she would have liked out of it. A few parties, shopping, the same old, but she wished something spectacular would happen. She was getting bored. "I wish winter would be over, too." She could handle the temperatures, she just wished that the temperature was kinder to her hair. She was sure that also ha something to do with it. Rowena asked about the leadership position then and a smirk curled to her lips. Now that was something she was looking forward to. "I don't see why not," she said. Even though her cockiness spoke for her a lot, she could honestly say that she had done a pretty good job. Her element liked her, so why wouldn't they want her back to lead them? "How about you? You'd make a good leader." In Altair's eyes, at least. It wasn't a mystery that she held her sister in high esteem.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Jun 1, 2012 4:58:41 GMT -5
Rowena nodded slowly at her sister's explanation, grasping the concept after a second or two of thinking about it. Sentient was a rather strange word for that. Why didn't they just call it something that could think? Sure, that sounded way less eloquent but hard words made her brain hurt. She wasn't the smartest and it could be a pain to have to get people to explain things all the time. Mostly she just nodded and pretended she knew what they were talking about. Sometimes it worked, other times people caught on and looked at her with amused sympathy. She hated those looks. "If chicken nuggets start up and thinking I'll put a fucking bullet in my head." She could deal with a lot of things but sentient food was not one of them. That would be a sign the planet was going to shit and nothing made sense any more. Rowena wasn't going to be putting up with that. "Buzzer'd fuckin' wake anyone up," she muttered, glaring at the panel on the wall as if it had done a great wrong against her. "It's loud as hell." That was true. The worst was when some drunk idea pressed the wrong buzzer and startled you out of whatever you happened to be doing for a false alarm. And in this building there were a hell of a lot of drunken idiots. Rowena was one of them sometimes and she was probably guilty of the very thing she hated but the blonde was often hypocritical.
She made a lot of sacrifices for fashion and one of those was avoiding hats unless she absolutely could not help it. Just as Altair's hair liked to go limp on her, Rowena's liked to decide that its mortal enemy was any sort of head covering. Hoods, hats, anything. "Now you know." She seemed amused when Altair grinned, used to her sister by now. She didn't get why so many people were shocked or offended by her sister. The Fire elemental told it like it was. People were just pussies that couldn't handle the truth, that's how Ro saw things. "Rasta-what? Christ, Altair, have you been reading the fucking dictionary?" So many words she didn't know. Was her sister trying to give her a headache? Nah, Ro didn't think Altair was capable of being that cruel. Not to her, anyway. To anyone else? Sure. Cruelty was pretty fun so long as it didn't affect you. Rowena was quite a bitch and so she didn't mind it at all. "Winter's not so bad," she said, shrugging. "Fucking cold though. Hate the cold." She liked that her powers did quite nicely in the winter and snow was really, really pretty but her outfits were not winter-friendly the majority of the time and so she was practically hypersensitive to the cold.
She believed that the Fires should re-elect Altair. Rowena was incredibly biased of course, this being her twin sister, but she didn't think that there was anyone better for the job. Her sister was loyal to her element and to the alliances and she didn't take shit from nobody. That was what leaders needed, right? Rowena was that way too but she was surprised when Altair mentioned her. "I dunno," she mused. "Guess the Thunders might be fond. Don't talk to most of them much but I do know them." She was your typical Thunder. Distant, quiet. They accepted this and treated her with that same distance. She'd never done anything to wrong a fellow Thunder and she was loyal to her element and alliance so maybe they did like her enough. It was a somewhat empowering thought. Rowena liked power. It was incredibly dangerous in the hands of one so often foolish but she enjoyed it and for all the wrong reasons. "We'll see in January I s'pose." It'd be pretty awesome if they both got picked. The alliance between Fire and Thunder would be stronger than ever when the sisters were in charge. "So where's this party you mentioned at?" Altair had said there was a party but she hadn't mentioned what area of the city it was in.
[Ro VS the English language/common knowledge over here xD]
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jun 1, 2012 18:59:41 GMT -5
The Fire leader furrowed her eyebrows together, looking at the clothes she had purchased. Her clothes. She loved owning things, having her name on it, being able to say, "Oh, that's my shirt. Don't touch that, it's mine." The idea of ownership over anything drew her in like a moth to a flame. "You should be popping a cap in their brain." She held up her arm, fingers pointed out like she was holding a pistol. Altair rubbed her lips together to make a popping sound before dropping the arm. She'd never held a gun. What was it like? Was it another thing she'd enjoy ownership over? Altair shrugged. "I sleep through earthquakes." She slept through anything, neighbors fighting, sirens outside, even the car alarms that were causing her sister problems. Maybe the booze knocked her out. They were depressants, right? Slowed everything down, even when you were feeling on top of the world? Altair didn't read enough to know that kind of junk.
Altair rolled her eyes. Sometimes it seemed like she never grew up from when she was a young girl, stubborn and antagonistic, bully in the sandbox. She'd never change."Oh my god, you belong in sped," she said, and even though she had a straight face, one could be positive that she didn't think Rowena belonged in special classes. "Jamaican, dude. Rastaman." She stopped herself before lapsing into a poor imitation of a Jamaican accent. It annoyed her when other people did it, so she would not try it herself. "Get educated," she said, flicking her fingers out to send the insult her sister's way. Highly immature, but this was really the only chance she got to let loose with things she wouldn't do around other people, students with their judgments, watching eyes as they scanned her for anything at all to tear her down. And she remained impenetrable. "I wish it were always warm. We should move somewhere tropical." Canada was the furthest thing from tropical imaginable. She wanted many things, yearned for them, and these dreams were what carried her.
She didn't pick up on Ro's surprise. Even when knowing the girl her entire life, she still didn't understand some Rowena-isms. It just worked that way, she supposed. She didn't get people. "There we go. Popularity vote. Kind of." Not popularity in the way that she talked to everyone, but in that people recognized her, knew her, and probably knew that she was devoted to her element. She tried not to shake her head since Rowena was working on it and she had many experiences with hairdressers yanking at her tresses to keep her still. "Still not really looking forward to it." But she could deal she supposed. College? Ugh, she didn't know about that. Instead of answering her sister's question, she shifted so she could pull her phone out and text her friend. The reply came summarily, and she said with surprise, "Oh, it's not even at his place." She tapped the screen. "The woods. The fuck is he having it in the woods for..." she muttered as she typed out another text. "Better not be any ticks." The little fuckers would make her hair even worse.
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Post by ROWENA AUDREY BENNETT on Jun 1, 2012 22:41:41 GMT -5
Rowena made a face, taking the comment seriously despite the fact that this was an entirely metaphorical situation. This entire conversation defied logic but the girl still could not see the logic in blowing a brainless object's brains out. How did that even work? Sometimes she took things too seriously but it was in a bad way. It wasn't out of scientific and level-headed intelligence but the exact opposite. She was dull and missed the point sometimes. "They don't have brains so I don't know how much luck I'd have with that." She rolled her eyes. Altair didn't make sense sometimes. The girl was her sister though and Rowena would forgive her like she always did. Would she have gotten along with Altair if the bond of blood did not tie them together? Probably not. Rowena didn't get along with most people. She wouldn't have clicked with Syria either, would have thought the girl was a crazy bitch with far too many issues. It was amazing what family loyalty could do, the boundaries that it could eliminate simply by existing. "You'd sleep through an atomic bomb." No, that was probably enough to wake anyone. Figure of speech anyway so it wasn't like it mattered. She envied Altair's ability to pass out and stay down for the rest of the night. Sometimes she wished she could have that. What would class in the mornings be like if she actually got decent sleep and didn't sleep through them?
If it had been anyone else to tell her that she belonged in special education classes, Rowena might have gotten angry or genuinely upset and offended depending on who it was. She didn't know she was lacking in intelligence but what remained of her self-consciousness still settled uncomfortably in the back of her mind. She didn't like being told she wasn't good at things, wasn't good enough. This was her sister, though, and thankfully she trusted Altair enough not to take her seriously. "Fuck sped," she replied. "Fuck education in general." Yes, this was why she wasn't smart. She didn't pay too much attention in school and the main reason she passed her classes was that she'd get friends to let her bum their notes for a while or simply cheat her way through a test. She'd got caught cheating a few times in the past but she was getting better at hiding it now. Bad habits die hard. "Well I know what that is," she concluded contemplatively. Okay, so Jamaicans were Rastafarians? Was it like, another name for them or something? She committed this to memory, believing anything Altair told her. "School is overrated. I don't need it." Well she did but Rowena didn't want to need it, so she ignored it. Problem solved.
Mm, tropical warmth. She liked the sound of that. "Like Jamaica. We could live with those Rasta-whatevers." She smiled briefly. She did have the slightest ability to joke, even if it wasn't too prominent. Mostly just around Altair. She didn't usually get close enough to other people that she could care enough to crack a joke. "Me neither." In all honesty, who did look forward to school? Most teenagers seemed to only like it because they had friends there. Then you got those fucking weirdos that actually enjoyed learning shit. Rowena never understood those types. How the hell could you enjoy learning, classes, being taught things? It was boring, it was hard, and it was stupid. She was much better to just flaunt her stuff on the catwalk and let her body do all of her work for her. She didn't need a degree to know how to design, either. Worked fine for her. "Ticks? I'm a bit more fucking worried about a bloody bear crashing the party!" Rowena did not like bears, wilderness, or wild animals of any sort. "Who in their right mind has a party in the middle of the woods? Who?" This guy, apparently. She huffed and shook her head. "Whatever. I'll still go." She wanted to drink and hang out with her sister, so.
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