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Post by reid on May 15, 2012 20:21:28 GMT -5
 
Getting out of her aunts place had been quite a bit more difficult than Lake would have ever imagined. She’d figured that her father had sent her to stay with the grouchy older woman because she was getting to be too much to handle, the way she saw it though, if he wanted her under lock and key, he should have just shoved her in the basement. She had had half a mind to call her father and complain when Aunt Honi wouldn’t let her out of the house, apparently the woman thought that Laken was ’Far too irresponsible.’ to be let out of the house for a simple trip to the comic store. Still, Laken wasn’t the type to let someone tell her what she could and could not do, no matter what kind of control said person thought they deserved to have over her.
Given enough time, she might have actually began to respect her aunts wishes, but the woman had never truly been a part of her life, something about a misunderstanding with Lakens’ dead mother had made her stay away as the girl was growing up. So, instead of being a good little girl, Laken snuck out. It had actually been simple enough as her aunt lived by a strict schedule. Around three o’clock every day she sat down to read a book and didn’t resurface to reality until around seven when she cooked dinner. Maybe if Laken were quite a bit more reserved she would have less trouble with the woman, but as it stood, she was who she was and she had absolutely no intention of changing for some gnarled old bat who she’d been pawned off on.
All the same, the schedule made it easy enough for the young girl to sneak out of the downstairs bathroom window and make her way quickly to the mall. When she entered Acme Comics she waved towards the clerk, Mitchell, and made her way over to the comic o’ the day wall. As she browsed, she overheard an older man complaining to Mitchell about the lack of Spawn comics in the store, ”You really need to re-stock your selection,” He said, ”I’ve missed three issues and you don’t even have them.”
She couldn’t help but scoff slightly at the man and then jump into the conversation herself, ”Come on man. You’re seriously going to sit and complain about Spawn comics? Don’t get me wrong, Todd McFarlane completely revolutionized the comic book industry with his whole, ‘Artists can be writers too,’ gig, but you can open any Spawn comic and know exactly what Spawn’s doing.” The man merely glared at her before turning and stalking out of the store, muttering something about bratty teens with metal faces. Granted, Laken probably could have stated things a lot more politely than what she did, or she probably could have just ignored the conversation that had nothing to do with her – but that really just wasn’t her. If she had an opinion about something, she was going to make sure that it was known.
Mitchell hadn’t said anything in response to her mini-tirade, instead he’d merely chuckled. He’d seen enough of her to know how she was. Granted, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t an elemental of any sort, so she kept her distance, only talking to him when she absolutely had to. Giving the large wall of daily comics a last glance she turned and made her way over to the Dark Horse comics. While she loved superheroes as much as any other comic fan, this much could be seen by her Hawkeye tee and Batman necklace, she had a love for the darker, more obscure comics as well and she couldn’t hold back any longer, the idea of a Tank Girl comic was very intriguing at the moment.
She made her way quickly to the shelf she knew by heart, passing a few people on her way. She’d bumped into someone, but she really couldn’t care enough in the long run to say anything in apology. The other person had most likely seen her – so why should she be the one that was required to move out of the way? Her mother once told her that if you wanted to get anywhere in life, you had to move with purpose, pushing and shoving your way to the top. Laken didn’t see why that rule shouldn’t apply when walking through the comic store as well.
WORDS! 747
OUTFIT! hurrr
TAGS! Nell
NOTES! First thread 
INSPIRATION! Car Jammings – The Clash
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 16, 2012 15:14:18 GMT -5
Nell turned her back as she saw the snowball spiraling toward her, laughing as it made contact against her shoulder. Quickly, she bent down to scoop snow into a ball and waited for a car to pass before lobbing it across the street and hitting her friend on the other side. He brushed off his jacket before jogging to her side of the street, slapping her as she held up her hands to block his assault on her ”Stop, stop,” she said, and he pushed her head to the side. ”You suck.” Patting down her hair, she said, ”I don’t know what you’re mad about, consider it revenge.” The boy, Brandon, stuck his hands in his pockets as he scoffed. ”For what?” She pushed him and he stumbled into the gutter, laughing. ”Paintball! It looks like I have ringworm.” They were discolored and brown and not at all pleasing to the eye. Luckily her clothes covered it, but it was still a nuisance. He regained his footing, said, ”Spoken like a puss.” She was half-tempted to pull up her jacket and show the damage. ”You hit me with a default!” Her pain threshold handled a lot, but a high-speed ball coming her way could cause quite a bit of damage. She hoped the welts wouldn’t last for long, and she knew that they could be for a little while, she’d played paintball before. Not with Brandon, so she had to find out that he played dirty the hard way.
Brandon shook his head, asked, ”So are you working on your car over winter?” He had once expressed his limited knowledge of cars, but he understood her enthusiasm about her baby. Anyone that had a passion for something understood someone else’s passion. It was something that united the world, something that Nell truly did enjoy. And she also enjoyed talking about the car. ”A little. It won’t be so easy in the winter. Especially not all the stuff that goes on in the engine. Snow kind of ruins everything.” She didn’t want things to go wrong, but she had more time before school started again to work on the Pontiac. Unfortunately, she was stretched entirely too thin, balancing a job, volunteer work, caring for her sick father, and finding as much time as possible to take a break. She liked being busy, but not because of antagonistic forces in her life. The stress had kept her wired, hyperaware. The weather didn’t help, it strained her element. The garden maze at the mansion now had more pines and evergreens than flowers. The rest was pretty much dead. ”I still have my Eclipse,” he commented as they headed to the mall. ”It’s a good car. Muy bueno.” He slapped her again on the shoulder and she tried to push him off the sidewalk. ”Too short,” he mocked as he pushed back against her.
The mall was a pleasant reprieve from the cold, and they decided to split up, Brandon going to the Sprint store to pay his bill while Nell headed to the food court before hitting the comic store. She’d recently caught up with the Avengers, delivering comic to Matt. They’d planned a wedding shower for Northstar so he could see his lady friend outside of the school. She walked up to the clerk, asking him, ”Any luck on number fifty?” He knew what she was talking about, but shook his head. ”Ah, this just keeps getting harder and harder!” But she wore a smile on her face, obviously not upset by it. Her search for issue had been going on for quite some time now. Might as well browse, Nell thought as she walked down the aisle. It made her feel guilty to be glad about the oney she got from her job, but her browsing wouldn’t be completely fruitless nowadays. Picking up a Spider-man (not the one she wanted) before she caught sight of a younger looking girl. ”Oh, have you read Carioca?” Nell asked brightly, seeing the Tank Girl comic. She then noticed the necklace and gasped lightly. ”Where’d you get that? It’s so neat!” Nell knew if one spent some time on the internet, they’d find a ton of shit, but she was a bit handicapped in that area.
tag: laken. <3
notes: tank girl fangirl time~
music: the sea... by los campesinos!
outfit: clicketh
credits: (c) MISSCLYDE OF CAUTION 2.0
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Post by reid on May 16, 2012 20:16:21 GMT -5
As she continued to look at the comics on the Dark Horse shelf, the Tank girl comic held firmly in her hand she began to let her mind wander to what other comics she might want to pick up for the day. She read through them rather quickly and she had left her entire collection at her father’s house – something that she regretted more than she had realized when deciding not to pack them. Now that she thought about it, they were definitely something she’d want to have at the Academy. While she liked to read a regular novel from time to time, she really did enjoy comics more.
Well, she supposed that settled it, she’d just go ahead and start a new collection today. Her father didn’t limit her spending too much as long as she didn’t spend too much at one time, which she didn’t plan on doing. Acme happened to be relatively discounted in the long run and they had a superb selection of used comics that were actually in really nice condition. Collecting comics because you actually enjoyed reading them instead of because they might be worth money someday really made it easier for Laken to get the good deals when it came to shopping.
When she heard the girl next to her speak, she turned around sharply, a small glare cutting across her features until she realized that she’d merely been asking about another comic series, ”Can’t say that I have,” [/color] she said with a shrug. Sadly, she happened to be pretty picky with her comics. For the most part, she’d read anything when it came to superheroes, but along the terms of Dark Horse and other more obscurities she hadn’t read as much as she would like to have, it just seemed that most of the comics didn’t grip her attention as firmly as others. She brought a bracelet covered arm upward as the girl asked about her necklace, her fingertips touching it lightly, ”Somewhere on the web, I don’t remember the exact site, it’s been a couple of years.”[/color] In reality, the necklace had been a gift from her mother the year before she died, but there was no chance in hell she was going to tell a stranger that little bit of information, in fact, she didn’t tell most people that she knew well, she didn’t want to seem like she was that sentimental in the long run. She wasn’t entirely sure whether she was supposed to continue the conversation or not, while she’d much rather the girl just turn away and leave, she wasn’t about to cause any problems in the mall – she’d done it once before and let’s just say that Mall Security still doesn’t like her very much. ”So…looking for anything particular?”[/color] Laken had actually made some money this way before. Her collection was actually rather expansive and she had multiple copies of multiple issues that Acme didn’t frequently carry. It made it easy for her to sell them if it came down to it. In the long run, she wasn’t exactly fair when it came to the price, but this girl seemed pleasant enough, granted, she wasn’t someone that Laken would be seen dead hanging out with, but she didn’t see a problem in haggling with the girl if it came down to it. It couldn’t hurt, right? [/size]
WORDS! 560
OUTFIT! hurrr
TAGS! Nell
NOTES! I actually haven’t read those comics 
INSPIRATION! I Sell Comics – Courage My Love
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 16, 2012 23:03:10 GMT -5
Nell was certainly over-friendly. She could go up to anyone and start a conversation about anything. Something drew her to other people, and she didn't question what it was. She just enjoyed talking to everyone, learning about them, getting to know them. Like a positive magnet finding a negative one. However, the look she received from the girl reminded her that others may not have been so open and accepting. She was respectful of personal space and the such, so she would have backed off if the blue-haired girl didn't respond. "It's a mini-series of that." She pointed to the comic the other girl held, her own hands occupied with her Spider-man. "It's an awesome series, even all the spin-offs." Nell would sit down and read anything anyone ever gave her. The Earth's tastes were eclectic--she enjoyed Voltaire and Dostoevsky and Hemingway. Comics were a part of that, as well as magazines. Reading had been a major part of her childhood. Kafka would remain her favorite throughout time. Those books meant a lot to her.
She had no idea that the girl may have been lying to her. Not only was there any reason to suspect, but Nell was always ready to trust, to give the benefit of the doubt. She sunk her hooks into everyone she met that gave her the time of day an became irrevocable attached. Sometimes, it proved dangerous. People tended to leave her. This being an overly trusting person, she readily ate up the other girl's words as she touched the necklace. "Good ol' World Wide Web. You can find anything on there. Like bidets." Her friend had gotten one from EBay, and Nell had been doubtful at first until she actually experienced it and hailed it as the invention of the century. She had to salute the French. People really didn't give them the credit they deserved. She remembered poking fun at the author of The Little Prince when with Ashton, but of course she hadn't been serious. She loved everyone in the world, French included. Especially since her fiancé had been a helpful factor in learning the language. That, and the fact that French, Italian and Spanish were so similar to each other.
Nell closed the comic, her eyes looking away to the aisles for a moment. "Been looking for The Amazing Spider-man number fifty for a while. It's about as elusive as Bigfoot. Unfortunately, now she had given herself the mental image of a giant comic book strolling through the forests and coming out blurry in pictures. She held back a laugh, not wanting to appear weird to this girl she just met. "But alas, I'm just browsing for now." If she were more open about herself, she may have mentioned that she had quite a bit of money to spend for conversation's sake. As it were, she went on to introduce herself. "I'm Nell." In introductions she became acutely aware of her New York accent, marking her as an outsider. She held her hand up for the girl to shake. "Nice to meet ya." And it really, really was. For Nell, at least.
tag: laken. <3
notes: ooh, you should read em! 
music: the sea... by los campesinos!
outfit: clicketh
credits: (c) MISSCLYDE OF CAUTION 2.0
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Post by reid on May 20, 2012 8:16:59 GMT -5
The girl was obviously quite a bit more friendly than Laken herself generally was, though it seemed that a lot of people were. Perhaps she just wasn’t a people person. She had her own close group of friends and she had the tendency to stick to them in that manner. It was difficult for her to get along with others – this wasn’t because of how she was raised or anything else of the sort, in reality, it was just because she didn’t want to get along with people that were overly friendly. Laken wasn’t one to believe that opposites attracted or that she should try to make more friends because it would make her happier in life or some random quote crap like – if she were going to make friends, it was going to be with someone that not only shared her values and views, but someone who could be useful to her in the future.
”I’ll definitely have to check it out sometime or another,” [/color] she said as she put the Tank Girl comic back on the shelf and gave half of her attention to browsing once more, the other half of her attention still focused on the girl. She seemed to take the story about her necklace in stride, though most people did, ”Bidets…as in those toilet ass cleaner things?” Laken wasn’t exactly well versed in objects of the such, thankfully, but she couldn’t help but wonder why the girl had been looking for Bidets online. She almost asked, but thought better of it before the words slipped from her mouth. She was sure that her face had probably shown a hint of disgust briefly, though she managed to quickly straighten it once more. Surely a cold stare was better than a disgusted one, right? The comic wasn’t actually all that elusive if you knew the right corners of the internet to look for it. In fact, Laken was pretty sure that she could sell her only copy of it and find a new one quickly enough, probably within the hour. The only issue at the moment was that her collection was at her fathers’ house and she wasn’t entirely welcome there at the moment. It could possibly prove to be an issue, but it couldn’t hurt to offer the comic all the same, right? She took her time to respond, wanting it to appear if she were actually thinking through her words instead of just blurting them out like an eager teenager, ”I’ll sell it to you,”[/color] she said, giving a slight nod of her head, in fact, she’d even give it to the girl for a fair price – something she didn’t generally do, but she couldn’t see a reason not to at the moment. Laken had to force a smile at the introduction, she had initially had no intention of introducing herself, but after making an offer to sell the girl a comic, it would only appear shady if she didn’t reply openly and honestly, ”I’m Laken,”[/color] she said simply as she took Nell’s hand in her own, giving it a small shake before quickly withdrawing her hand. She wasn’t bothered by germs by far, but she didn’t like touching other people either, it was something that had to be worked towards for Laken, not something that was automatically achieved. [/size]
WORDS! 554
OUTFIT!hurrr
TAGS! Nell
NOTES! I’ll check ‘em out next time I make it to the shop <3;
INSPIRATION! Pick up the Phone – Falling in Reverse
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on May 20, 2012 17:05:19 GMT -5
Nell made a soft, pleased sound in her throat as Laken said that she'd check it out. Someone was taking her opinion seriously? It always made her feel...strange when that happened. Flattered and confused, really, though she couldn't describe it in words. This like emotions were hard to describe in words, after all, they were so concrete and definite. Feelings were not. Nell laughed when she commented on the bidet. "Yeah, yeah," she said. "Think it's French. Though I can't be certain." She scratched the back of her head, careful not to pull any strands of her hair out of the bun she had it up in. When she'd first gotten it, she was very conscious of the tattoo on the back of her neck most of the time. Now, it was just a part of her that she knew was there, but didn't consciously acknowledge. Like a freckle or a scar.
She fanned the comic book she held, dropping her other hand. It was cold, but she needed to keep her hands busy. It was a tough thing not to do. "Anyway, friend has one. It is amazing. Those French know there stuff. And here I thought that the Germans were the ones with the industrial genius." They made a lot of things, the European superpower. "Sorry, probably not interested in toilets that spray water or anything." When something impressed Nell, she needed to share it with everyone. That's what her purpose was out here. To tell everyone the glory of something magnificent, a new plant she'd discovered, a tidbit of information. Not so she could be considered smart, so that someone else could have this information. If she wanted anything to come from her presence, it was to make other people happy.
Nell tilted her head when the girl turned back to her, and said that she could sell it to her. "Oh? You actually have it?" That sounded good to her. "How much, do you think?" She wasn't rich, never had been, but she had a good job now. Never mind the fact that she couldn't spend a lot of it since it was going to her douche bag brother. Even when she convinced herself not to think of it, she realized that was the worse thing to do. That meant belittling what she was putting her father through, belittling the matter between her brother and his girlfriend. That was the furthest thing from right she could think of. "Well, uh...thank you." She shrugged her shoulders, shook her head, like she couldn't believe it was actually happening. What are the chances, huh? Even though she wasn't conscious of what she did, being outgoing had its pay-offs. Didn't her father used to say that? You have to be confident and all that?
She didn't think on the fact that the girl was quick to release her hand. Laken. That was an interesting name. "Where are you from?" She wondered. Honestly, she'd never head that name before. It was strange to her, and when something was strange she thought on it a little too much, and she had to shake herself from her thoughts. She put down the Spider-man, picked up another, wondering if she actually wanted to buy anything today. She most likely would, it depended on her mood and whether or not there was anything else on her list to take care of. "Do you go to school here?" She may not even have been from the Hollow. Quite a few people she knew wasn't, including herself. But she lived her now, and she considered herself to be a Canadian even though she truly wasn't.
tag: laken. <3
notes: ooh, you should read em!
music: the sea... by los campesinos!
outfit: clicketh
credits: (c) MISSCLYDE OF CAUTION 2.0
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