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Post by RIDLEY EVANNA FREY on Dec 11, 2012 11:34:22 GMT -5
  ( YOU DON'T MIND THE FALL UNTIL YOUR FACE HITS THE GROUND )
There was nothing Ridley loved to do more, besides eating unhealthy amounts of food, (really she could eat as much as a pig) than dancing. Whether it was pulling some less than cool moves around her dorm room to some cheesy pop song or doing some winding and grinding with some hot guy at a party, she loved to let loose and move to the music. Her dad had nicknamed her his 'little ballerina', because even when she'd been in the crib she had been wriggling along to the sound of music. He'd even enrolled her in ballet classes when she'd been six years old, because she'd been too young to be out playing with her brothers and he'd needed a place to take her when he had to work extra shifts. She had paraded around in a tutu and ballet pumps for a good year, learning how to leap and twirl like a professional ballerina. Her interest in the dance waned over timed and around her seventh birthday she started to ditch rehearsals in favor of climbing trees and playing hide and seek in the woods with her big brothers. But even though her passion for ballet had faded, she still loved to dance. So the second she'd entered the club she'd headed straight for the dance floor.
Getting into the club had been easy, thanks to her shiny new fake I.D, courtesy of the weird kid from drama, who wasn't so much weird just constantly stoned. He had this habit of spacing out mid conversation and staring at her boobs, which she didn't have so much of a problem with since apparently her 'amazing rack' was the reason he had only charged her half price for the I.D. Who didn't like getting a discount because of their cleavage?
The Bouncers on the door had barely glimpsed at her I.D before they'd lifted the rope to allow her admittance. Not everyone had been so lucky. Two of her girl friends hadn't managed to get in, which had left Ridley alone with Johnny and Lila, a Fire and Thunder couple she'd befriended at a party way back. They were in the year above and pretty much inseparable. As much as she liked them, it was always awkward being the third wheel, so when they'd gotten their drinks and found a table, Ridley had shimmied off to the dance floor. She didn't even think they'd noticed her leave, the second they'd sat down they'd been sucking at each others faces.
Drink in hand, Ridley winded her hips to the music, throwing her arms up into the air and singing along with the words whenever a song she liked came on. She was passing tipsy now, well on her way to the Land of Drunk, where every guy looked hot and nothing really mattered as long as she was having fun. And she was. A part of her wished that her two friends had gotten in too but she was too lost in the moment, having too much of a good time alone, to truly care. Bodies swarmed around her as she danced alone in a sea of barely clad, sweaty flesh. Every now and then she was joined by a guy or two. They would grab at her waist and thrust their hips at her like they wanted something more than just to dance. They probably did but she was hardly going to give it to them. Even when one particularly cute guy had leaned in close to whisper in her ear, asking her to come over to the back of the club, she'd simply smiled and wagged her finger at him, a silent 'no' to his offer. She wasn't looking to hook up with anyone tonight. So when the same guy came over again, and stuck around, even after she'd given him the cold shoulder, she started to lose her cool.
The song spun out into something fast paced with a heavy beat so she decided to get another drink. Brushing her hair from her face, she silently breezed past the lurker, who admittedly, was starting to make her skin crawl, and began to push her way through the crowd. Halfway towards the bar she glanced back over her shoulder and saw that the same guy was following. Stopping, she spun around on her heel and jabbed a finger against the guys chest when he stumbled to a halt before her. "Listen buddy, I'm flattered, but you are seriously starting to piss me off with this creepy stalker act. I'm not interested, Okay?" She raised her eyebrows at him, her expression serious and then turned, heading for the ladies toilets instead. The chances of him following her in there were slim to none. She hoped that by the time she came back out, he'd have gotten bored and moved onto some other poor girl to weird out. Pushing her way into the restroom, she headed over to the sink and checked over her reflection. Satisfied with her appearance, she bent to turn on the tap, a frown marring her face when nothing came out. Moving over to the next sink, she turned the faucet. Nothing. "Weird..."
"What can I say, it's a Gift."
She almost shrieked. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, uncomfortable and hard. "What the hell are you doing in here!?" Spinning around, she leveled the guy, her lurker, with her best and most fierce glare. She already knew were this was going and her mind was already whirring, plotting the easiest and fastest way to get away from the creep leering at her. "You made me look stupid in front of my friends" Ridley gaped, was this guy for real? "Ugh, please. You did that all on your own. Now if you know what's good for you, you'll get the hell out of my way." It probably wasn't her brightest idea, threatening a guy who was way bigger, older and clearly a Water, but she didn't like that this guy thought he could come in here and try to fuck with her. He laughed, a loud, obnoxious sound. Pressing her lips into a hard line, she stalked forward and made to shove past him. He let her grab the door handle before her grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her back, kicking and shouting, towards a stall.
notes: kind of rambled.
tagged: nell bby
outfit: click
lyrics: crash and burn girl - robyn
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Dec 12, 2012 12:22:10 GMT -5
 watch out when you walk over my land Nell hadn't particularly dress for a club. Basketball jersey and jeans did not scream "out and looking to party." The heels were her way of making up for that, but otherwise she dressed with her so-called style. This didn't mean she didn't like nice clothes, a good pair of stilettos and a nice jacket. She simply didn't buy a lot of clothes, which meant that nice dresses and outfits for dancing didn't hang in her closet like they might in her friends'. At least it was easier to dance in jeans than it was in a dress. Plus, a lady had to remember to always cross her legs and Nell couldn't promise that. Especially not if she got drunk. Tonight she had named herself designated, as she usually did when everyone piled into the car and started playing nose-goes.
Angela wanted to change that as she placed a shot glass in front of her at the counter, where Nell had been talking to a patron about the Knicks and why she wore their jersey when -- in his opinion -- they were the worst team since the 80's Heat team. As she told him that it was possibly the worst insult ever to compare any team to the Heat, Angela spoke over their discussion and whined, "Nelly, are you gonna drink it?" Having not seen the shot before, Nell blinked at it before leveling her gaze on the blond. Her lips spread in amusement as the other girl's eyes practically read chug, chug, chug. "Not if I'm driving home tonight." She didn't want to take chances, especially when she was responsible for three other soon-to-be-shitfaced friends. While she did get up to things she really shouldn't, if she was put in charge of someone else, she would do everything she could do protect them and make sure they made it home all right.
Angela rolled her eyes and shook her by the shoulder. This was a matter of great importance, she made that clear enough. "C'mon, one drink. Can't you handle one drink? I mean, you've been sitting here, I figured that it would be a good way to get you dancing." Truthfully, the reason Nell had yet to dance was because she had been caught up in debating basketball scores from last season over the thumping bass of the music. The guy she had been speaking shrugged as if to tell her hey, girl was right, only one drink. Peer pressure may have been the worse thing ever for Nell. There was a bar graph somewhere about that, measuring just how easy it was to make the girl do anything they wanted at the drop of a hat. Picking up the shot, she noticed the hue and smelled it. Lemon Drop. Vodka. Nell took in a deep breath.
"Oh boy."
Kicking it back, she felt the fire in her mouth before setting the sugar-rimmed glass back on the counter, sliding it away with a tip of her finger. One shot, that was easy. It just meant a few blinks to clear her vision, and she also got warmth out of it. Maybe if she were outside it would count for more, but the reason she could even be wearing a jersey was because of how hot it got inside clubs. Only a second later she was waving exaggeratedly to the Knix hater and swinging around to jump from her seat. "All right, dance floor time!" she said, waving her hands to direct her friend, and it wasn't long before Angela was dry-humping her to the house music playing over the speakers. She couldn't help the constant laughter, and she was having a great time until some random person spilling their drink on the front of her shirt. Instead of finishing the song (it was hard to tell where one bass line ended and the other picked up, anyway), she leaned in to tell Angela that she was going to the bathroom.
Nell pinched the fabric between her fingers, pulling it away from her chest, tucking her necklace underneath and weaving her way through to the ladies room. Pushing the door open, she stopped when she saw a guy in there. Well that's not all right. She caught what the girl was saying and it was clear this guy was bothering her. "Hey Katie, where have you been all night?" she questioned with a whining tone. Sorry for not knowing your name, Miss Stranger, she thought. She then turned a disgusting look at the random creep who thought it was a good idea to be hanging out in the bathroom. "Ew, I'm going to tell a manager that you're in here." She gave him a withering look and moved to stand beside the brunette girl, whoever she may have been. She had experience with these kind of guys, at least. She had once pretended to be with a friend to get some dude off her case. This felt very much the same, even though it wasn't a friend. It didn't make a different to the Earth elemental.
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Post by RIDLEY EVANNA FREY on Dec 17, 2012 17:44:53 GMT -5
( YOU DON'T MIND THE FALL UNTIL YOUR FACE HITS THE GROUND )
This wasn't going to happen. Whatever this jackass had planned, and it wasn't hard to guess, was not going to happen. Not to her. There was no way in hell she'd ever let a man take advantage of her in that way. She'd been in a similar situation once before, when she'd been fifteen. She and a group of her friends had gotten into a party full of college freshman. Some guy who had been drunk off of his ass had tried to force himself on her. He'd overpowered her easily but it was like her dad always said, one hard kick between the legs would bring any man to his knees, no matter how big or strong. He was right. She was pretty damn proud with how she'd handled that particular night, but unless she could get herself into the right position, there wasn't going to be a repeat of it tonight. Which was too bad, she would have loved to drop this guy to his knees, to make him think twice about stalking women into the ladies toilets.
Her heart slammed against her ribcage, hard and uncomfortable as she struggled against her attackers hold. Anger boiled inside of her, born of the fear that was starting twist at her inside, pumping her adrenaline. She swore, spitting insult after insult at him as he attempted to force her into one of the small cubicles. He was a lot stronger than he looked, but he was drunk too and that made his attempts to wrestle her into submission sloppy. "Let go of me you fucking asshole!" He fumbled his grip and she almost tripped over her own feet as she broke free of his hold. And then the door opened and for a millisecond they both froze. Pursing her lips into an angry scowl, she darted her eyes to the woman in the doorway. She'd never seen her before but she was talking to her like they were good friends. It took a second for Ridley to see through her rage to understand what the new comer was doing. She appraised the other woman for a moment before deciding to take her help and play along. "Trying to lose this asshole." Provoking the drunk Water guy probably wasn't very smart but she was beyond angry right now.
Ridley expected him to turn tail and leave. Sure he was stupid enough to go ahead and follow a girl into the ladies toilets in a busy club, but she didn't think he'd be stupid enough to carry on with his bullshit now that another girl was here, threatening to get the manager. But when he scoffed away her threat, commenting that he wasn't going anywhere, Ridley realized she'd given him way too much credit. He moved to rest back against the door, folding his arms across his chest. Maybe he was drunk and on drugs, because she couldn't understand how he thought he was going to stop both of them from leaving. "Oh God, are you for real?" She was starting to wish she'd just stayed home tonight, ordered in and watched some cheesy rom-com because this night had quickly gone from pretty fun to down right unpleasant.
"Move. Now." She stepped forward, her impatience and anger pushing her to act, and curled her fingers into the palms of her hands. Her patience was growing thin. It was times like these that she wished she could create flames at the drop of a hat. She would have put this guy down the second he touched her. But her control over her ability was weak at best and attempting to use it here, in such close quarters, wouldn't be all that safe. Hell, she'd probably end up doing more damage to herself and the girl who had joined her. She glanced to her side. She was actually starting to feel pretty bad that she'd been pulled into this mess. She'd probably thought the guy would leave too, once she'd threatened to get the manager. But he was pigheaded and drunk and probably on drugs too and as much as Ridley liked to talk big, she had no idea what to do. His little trick with the taps earlier told her that he was Water and the last thing she wanted was to provoke him into using his ability on either of them.
notes: sorry for the lameness.
tagged: nell bby
outfit: click
lyrics: crash and burn girl - robyn
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Dec 19, 2012 17:09:36 GMT -5
watch out when you walk over my land This stranger had a lot of spirit, she had to give her that. No whittling in the face of a (possibly drunk) guy who was getting way into her personal space. No screaming or panicking or just giving in. But still, she was such a tiny thing not like she could do much physically. Possibly an elemental, she could use that to her advantage. But she furrowed her eyebrows. She's gotta be in high school. It was possible. Club Corrosion was notorious for letting underage kids slip past the radar. Sometimes they were caught, so it was a game of roulette. But while she did look mature enough, curves and average height; only she was not a two-hundred pound dude. He may not have been that heavy, but he was bigger than Nell and she wasn't half-as-sassy as this girl worming her way out of his grip seemed to be.
A known fact about her: she did not enjoy using physical force. Before it had been a combination of not liking to fight and not knowing how; now it was mostly the former. Not that she was exceptional, but she had grown adept at her powers enough that she could use them in assistance of other people. Like Little Miss Adorable and Tough as Shit Stranger. She definitely had spirit, and that was an admirable quality in Nell's eyes. Something worth her envy. Someone who barely defended herself defending someone else? The irony made the situation almost comical. But it was not. Even when faced with a stranger, she it hurt to see someone else being taken advantage of. She didn't want to think of what he would try to do if no one else had come in and stopped him. And she would stop him. It was only a matter of how, because he clearly wasn't going to listen to her.
As a matter of fact, he situated himself against the door, blocking their way out. The other girl spoke what Nell was feeling in that moment. She sighed, dropping her act as a somewhat tipsy and concerned friend. From her foot, creeping toward him was ivy. And not just ivy that could be destroyed, her powers wouldn't allow that. It continued on a path toward his foot, and wrapped up around his legs, pressing in slowly and almost gently, sticking to the door around him. "All right, I won't tell the manager." The ivy made its way up around his arms before he could struggle, and then toward his neck, around his face and eyes, continuing until he was a cocoon stuck against the door. By the time she spoke next, he looked like a green mummy. "I'll let him find you." She walked up to him, crossing her arms. Tilting her head, she searched his eyes. "I'm really sorry, but let this be a lesson, sir. Let's not follow any more girls into bathrooms, kay?" she said it sweetly, let the threat hang in the air. Or you might get stuck to the wall. She loved ivy, it was already strong enough without her enforcing her powers to make it even more adhesive.
She scratched the back of her head, turning to the girl. Even though it had been a hassle, she was glad that normies were no longer allowed in the Hollow. Everyone could live without fear of revealing themselves, didn't have to hid what they were. Like any change, it also created difficulties -- more pronounced fighting with elements, but the police could handily take care of that. Overall, it was a better life for them all. Without fear, they had better control of their lives. "You all right?" she asked the spitfire brunette. "I mean, he didn't like grab your boob or anything?" She didn't look like she was hurt, but she could have been wrong. God, he's so creepy. It gave her chills to think about, and she realized that Angela might be getting worried about now. Or she might have already been too hammered to give much of a damn about what was going down in the bathrooms. She didn't count on her friend even being aware that she had left. "Gonna have to tell James about...this." She looked Mr. Cocoon up and down. He would certainly get kicked out, though Nell would prefer a night or two in jail for him.
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Post by RIDLEY EVANNA FREY on Dec 29, 2012 9:21:42 GMT -5
( YOU DON'T MIND THE FALL UNTIL YOUR FACE HITS THE GROUND ) Ridley narrowed her eyes into a hard glare when the drunk guy barked out an obnoxious laugh at her demands for him to move. He wasn't afraid of her, that much was obvious, and it pissed her off. She wanted to do something, like kick him between the legs or smack the smug smirk from his face, anything to show that she wasn't some weak little girl - because she knew that was how he saw her. And it wasn't just that, she wanted to scare him, to hurt him - to damage him so bad that he'd never even think of trying to force himself on another girl again. Because slime-balls like him were always pulling stupid shit like that and she didn't doubt that he'd try it again, didn't doubt that once she and this other left, he'd find some other poor woman to prey on. 'But then again..' Maybe she was a one off, maybe he was so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing, maybe he'd wake up tomorrow and be ashamed of himself. 'Yeah right.' She shook her head, she didn't believe that at all and squished the thought of it from her head immediately. Sure alcohol made people do stupid things but there was no excuse for what he had had planned. Alcohol took away your inhibitions not your conscience - it didn't take away a persons basic knowledge of right and wrong and it certainly didn't make people do things they weren't already capable of. At least, that's what she believed. What he wanted to do to her was wrong and she knew that he knew that - he just didn't give a shit.
One idea spun to the next as she tried to think up a way out of this situation that would mean maximum damage to the guy and none to herself and the newcomer. If he used his ability then they were screwed, unless of course the girl at her side was a Water too. Biting the corner of her lower lip, Ridley glanced at the other woman from the corner of her eye and was looking back to the guy at the door when she did a double take. There was Ivy, actual Ivy, snaking it's way across the tiled floor. She followed it with her eyes and watched as it curled it's way up the mans leg, growing and spreading into a prison of green chains that held him to the door. A slow smile creeped its way across as her lips as the douche-bag was completely mummified. "That is awesome." She breathed, her smile growing, the fact that she'd just been saved by an Earth momentarily forgotten. She watched silently as the girl moved to stand before the encased Water, who was attempting to struggle against the vines of Ivy curled tight around his body. The Earth chick made a comment that was the perfect balance of light and threatening. Ridley smirked a little, her expression a mix of awe, she'd never been in awe of any Earth before, but this chick was pretty badass.
"I've been better." she shrugged, almost nonchalant. She was being aloof, cold and she knew it was because of the whole Alliance thing up at the school - she hated it. There had been a time when Ridley bought into the whole Elemental war thing, when she'd first joined the academy, but these days she just didn't care for it. The whole thing was stupid and pointless and not at all worth her time, which was why she usually kept herself out of it. But although she didn't get involved with all of the drama that went on with the Elemental's, she still found that she was biased against the Waters and Earths. She didn't hate the opposing alliances or anything, (unless she ended up on the receiving end of a prank) she just knew that befriending any of them would bring too much trouble, would create too much drama and that was something she didn't have the patience for.
"Thanks for the help, I couldn't have taken him on my own." She offered a smile, to make up for the cold shoulder she'd given just moments before. There were many ways the situation with the drunk asshole could've gone, if this girl hadn't shown up and it wouldn't of mattered if she were Water, Earth, Thunder or Fire, she'd helped her and for that Ridley was grateful. Besides, right now she wasn't in school. So as far as Ridley was concerned, there were no rules or guidelines or whatever, to uphold or follow. Especially not since she figured this woman was a Graduate, and she had to be, to be able to pull a stunt like that. Ridley looked from the Earth and to the Water, whose shouts and calls for help were muffled by the vines. It really was impressive, what she managed to do and with such little effort too. The other girl made a comment about a guy called James, pulling Ridleys attention back. "Yeah, I guess we should tell someone before some other girls come in here." It would have been great to leave him hanging there all night. She crossed over to the door and leaned up to inspect the struggling Water. A blue eye glared at her through a gap in the vines and she grinned. "You got lucky." Tapping him not-so-lightly against his vine covered cheek, she pulled open the door, which was heavy with the guys added weight, and held it open for the Earth. "I need alcohol, lots of it. Come on I'll buy you a drink." Buying her a drink was the least she could do after everything she'd done. Sure Ridley liked to act tough but the truth was, she wasn't and she didn't like to think what could have gone down in that bathroom stall.
notes: nell is awesomeee.
tagged: nell bby
outfit: click
lyrics: crash and burn girl - robyn
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 14, 2013 19:37:32 GMT -5
watch out when you walk over my land The girl didn't look too bad, barely even ruffled. It almost made Nell smile. She supposed it was expected for women to be damsels and distress and cry after a guy messes with them, but clearly that didn't happen here. She'd had plenty of experience in that department, the drunk guy who didn't know his limits and felt the need to harass others. She had worked here once, after all, and she'd learned. True, the Earth elemental did not stand as the most street wise and would better be described as gullible, but she knew when to cut certain people off and what to say to get them to go home and sleep it off. So maybe there was one time when it didn't work out all that well, and oddly enough that one time was Josh, but he hadn't been one of those creeps. Well, he was a creep, but not that kind of creep. She figured it would best be left at 'he had issues'.
She lifted her eyebrows when the other girl opened the door, her listening face on, before heading on through and talking over her shoulder. "Oh yeah, you do owe me for the whole adhesive asshole trick, I don't just pass those out for free." From her facetious tone, she made it clear that she was joking and that the girl didn't owe her anything. That would make her about as bad as that guy, expecting something out of a complete stranger. And speaking of complete stranger... "Oh right, you don't even know me -- I'm Nell." She pointed at herself. "And I forgot why I went into the bathroom, but that's okay." She nodded to herself. It was probably just to freshen up, or get some time to breathe because she could get claustrophobic pretty quick and that wasn't good for her. Which reminded her that she'd left Angela alone, but her friend probably wouldn't notice until she needed a ride home. Plus, she could take care of herself.
She walked over and pushed her way through the crowd of people, sparing apologies and 'excuse me's' before arriving there. Nell leaned over the bar, her hands holding her up as she called over to the bartender walking toward the taps, "There's a man stuck to the door of the ladies' room, just uh...head's up." She nodded her head and the man just gave her a confused look before turning to whoever was assisting him and speaking to them. A moment later the second bartender disappeared and the former returned to work.
Nell leaned back a bit, hands still holding her balance as the man served other people, politely waiting as she always liked to be polite, though the man currently cocooned against the bathroom door would like to contest that. She looked over to Ridley, and took a moment to wonder. She didn't want to judge because she barely looked her own age unless she tried. A book would one day be written about how many times she'd been mistaken for a high schooler. At least multi-colored and dim lights could create a mature effect that worked well. "You sure you don't want me to get the drinks?" she questioned. "I'm twenty, so everything legit." Sure the girl would have a fake ID, but if it would be safer for her to buy drinks, she didn't want her to risk the chance of getting in trouble. She knew from experience that people got caught pretty easily.
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Post by RIDLEY EVANNA FREY on Jan 25, 2013 12:54:11 GMT -5
( YOU DON'T MIND THE FALL UNTIL YOUR FACE HITS THE GROUND ) Adhesive asshole trick. Ridley grinned a genuine smile. She liked this girl already. She liked her sass, liked that she'd stood up for a complete stranger when she really didn't have to. Liked that she'd had the balls to stand up to the Water douche even though he was twice her size and had then proceeded to own his ass in what had been a very kick ass and awesome fashion. And she didn't even know her name. Ridley followed her rescuer out from the ladies room and was about to ask what her name was when the petite brunette beat her to it. The left corner of her mouth curled up lightly. "Ridley." she said, copying Nell and pointing at herself. Her eyebrows shot up and an amused half smile fell across her lips when the woman, Nell, went on about how she'd forgotten why she went into the bathroom. She was pretty quirky, this Nell chick.
Her reason for going in to the toilets couldn't have been anything important, like the need to pee, because instead of heading back in, Nell turned and began to make her way over to the bar. Or maybe she did need to pee but just didn't want to with the Water hanging from the door. So maybe she was going to get someone to deal with him first and then head back to the ladies and - Ridley paused her train of thought. Maybe she needed to stop thinking so much about why Nell wasn't going back into the toilets. She shook her head lightly, because the alcohol was definitely starting to have an affect on her, and came up to stand besides Nell at the bar.
Nell shouted something over to the bartender, probably filling him in about the guy on back of the door, Ridley was too busy pulling some money from her clutch to be paying any kind of attention. She pulled out a twenty and, closing her clutch, curled it up in her hand before leaning forward against the counter besides Nell. They'd barely been waiting for the bartender to look their way one minute before Ridley started to grow impatient. She didn't know if it was because of what had gone down in the toilets but she wanted a drink and now. A part of her was half tempted to push her fingers against her lips and whistle, or maybe she could do what Nell had and lean over the bar and shout. She was mulling over the pros and cons of doing something like that when Nell spoke.
"You're twenty?" She commented, skeptical and eyed the Earth, But quickly bit her lower lip when she realized how judgmental she must have sounded. "Sorry, that sounded kind of bitchy." she apologized hastily, because the last thing she wanted was to come across rude to Nell, not after the older girl had helped her out. "Alcohol does nothing good for my filter." she grimaced lightly. "But yeah, that would be great." She was pretty confident that she'd be okay with getting the drinks herself since her fake I.D hadn't failed her yet but she didn't want to throw Nell's offer back in her face after she'd just spoken to her like that. "Here." Taking Nell's hand, she turned it over and planted the twenty in her palm. "It's still on me." she flashed a grateful smile and then turned so that her back was to the bar, just in case the bartender did question her age. Propping her elbows back on the bar top, she idly pushed at the ring on the middle finger of her left hand with her left thumb, twisting it around and around, as her dark eyes scanned the bustling crowd.
notes:
tagged: nell bby
outfit: click
lyrics: crash and burn girl - robyn
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 25, 2013 18:03:27 GMT -5
watch out when you walk over my land Sitting down on a stool, she made herself comfortable, not wanting to take a seat at one of the tables where she would not be able to keep a good eye on the dance floor. She grinned at Ridley's words. Nell knew she looked young, and tried not to let it get to her. It really didn't. What did was her height, though one could only tell by how much milk she drank. Still only five-foot-two, and that bothered her sometimes. "No, no, don't worry," she said, shaking her head and laughing a little when Ridley apologized for her lack of filter. Nell had a good sense of humor. "Twenty and married," she said, wiggling her left hand where her wedding ring shined. "Go figure, huh? I could be in a circus sideshow, people will have to guess my age." There was already a carnival game for that, she knew already, but that was for people who came up and the person had to guess. She supposed it was a good thing that she looked so young. It meant she would be looking young for a while, didn't it? At least that's what it seemed, judging by her family. Jane still looked like she was in her twenties at forty-six. She leaned in close so that she could be heard over the music and asked, "You can hit me if I'm wrong, but are you in high school?" She was adorable in the way Nell felt that she could put her in her pocket and take her home.
Though Nell usually wasn't one to accept money given to her because of her strange sense of pride regarding that, she accepted it. Over time she learned that it was better not to be stubborn over things like that, though sometimes she ended up sneaking the money back to the other person. She couldn't help it, she didn't like being given anything (though that was more because of other reasons). She told the bartender two get her two beers and handed the money over, and handed off one bottle to Ridley. "To weirdos in bathroom," she said before taking a sip. Beer was usually the only thing she could actually handle. That lemon drop had done its number on her, however. Gotta be careful, she thought. And just as she did, sitting on a stool next to Ridley, she felt herself being hugged from behind and a flash of blond hair smacked her in the face. "Nellllyyyy, why are you drinking, you need to drive me home." There goes the chance of Angela forgetting about her because she was so drunk.
Nell shifted a bit, but the blond girl had her in a death vice. "Ang, your boobs are in my neck," she said, before looking over at Ridley. Or trying to. It was hard to move her head when she had tits resting there. "Ridley, this is my plus one, Angela." The blond removed one hand from her friend to wave her fingers, giggling a little. That was why she needed to stay sober, because there was no way this chick would be getting behind the wheel of anything. "Did you come on your own?" she questioned, rocking back and forth thanks to her friend's movements. Seeing that she'd met someone, it seemed Angela was content to hang back and watch. Nell wondered if she wanted to leave now or whatever was her deal. "If you did, I can give you a ride back. You'll have to sit on her lap though." She liked to look out for people, especially young girls who she worried about being in a place like this. She had done it a lot when working here. It was where she met her husband and threatened to stab her. Clearly love at first sight.
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Post by RIDLEY EVANNA FREY on Jan 26, 2013 15:59:31 GMT -5
( YOU DON'T MIND THE FALL UNTIL YOUR FACE HITS THE GROUND ) Nell wasn't offended and Ridley was glad because she liked her and didn't want to come across ungrateful for everything she had done back there. Twenty and married? "Holy crap." she blinked, surprised. In all honesty, Ridley had thought Nell was her age, maybe even younger but definitely not twenty. A smile pulled at her lips when Nell joked that she could be a sideshow in a circus. "You have a pretty awesome sense of humor" Ridley truly loved anyone with a good sense of humor. Especially since she was someone who loved to tease and play and poke fun. And if a person could have a joke and a laugh at their own expense then that made that person was very cool in her book. Life was too short to be serious all of the time.
She blinked at Nell's question and then looked back over her shoulder to make sure none of the bar staff had overheard or were heading their way. The fact that she was checking for eavesdroppers was probably answer enough but when she glanced back to Nell, she nodded her head. "Is it that obvious?" she hoped it wasn't, the last thing she wanted was to be kicked out because someone suspected she was underage. She was going to have to learn some new tricks to make herself look a little older but really, she wasn't sure what more she could do. But then, she supposed she'd only have to worry about that when her fake I.D stopped working. "Eleventh grade but shh." she pressed a finger to her smiling lips. Of course she knew Nell wasn't going to rat on her or anything, she'd have done it by now.
"Ha, to weirdos and youthful looks" she grinned, and after taking her beer from Nell, chugged a mouthful. The alcohol burned the back of her throat, but only a little and once she'd swallowed her mouthful she lifted the bottle to her lips for another. And then some chick with blonde hair and a pretty decent rack launched herself at Nell. Ridley quirked a brow at the new arrival, who looked so wasted that Ridley wondered how she was even standing. And then she realized she wasn't standing, she was using Nell to keep herself up right and, kind of, steady. Bemused, Ridley sent a sympathetic look Nell's way. It always kind of sucked when you were the sober one and had to look after your drunk friends. Especially if said drunk friends were bad drunks. Ridley had done her fair share of babysitting her drunk friends. She wasn't a big fan of it, because a lot of her friends were Fire's and most Fire's got into fights when they were drunk. Fights she then had to break up. It was a massive pain in the ass, but she would never leave a wasted friend on their own if she thought they needed looking after. Maybe Nell was the same too.
"I came with someone.." Johnny and Lila, she'd forgotten about them. Pulling her phone out from her pocket, she checked to see if she had any messages or missed calls. None. Apparently they'd forgotten about her too. She didn't blame them entirely. They were always so wrapped up in each other that they never paid much attention to anyone or anything else. But still, it annoyed her that they hadn't bothered to at least send her a text or something to see if she was okay. "But I think they're gone." And even if they were still here, Ridley didn't plan on finding them, not now. "Oh, you don't have to do that." Nell had done more than enough for her already. "I don't mind walking." It wasn't often that she walked home alone when she went out to a party or club, she was usually always with a couple of friends, but she'd made the journey home alone more times than her father liked. To be honest, she kind of wanted to go home now, and that annoyed her.
Tonight hadn't gone nearly as well as she'd planned and she couldn't help feel a little bummed out about it. First a couple of her friends hadn't managed to get in so she'd been left with Johnny and Lila, who weren't so bad to hang with just in a constant state of Heat, which made being around them kind of massively awkward. Then some girl with long red hair had stood on her foot with her ridiculously high platform heels, and then there had been the incident with the Water in the Ladies'. She didn't want to feel bummed out, especially since things could have gone a lot worse if it hadn't been for Nell, but she couldn't seem to help it. She figured the fact that Johnny and Lila didn't seem to be bothered about her whereabouts or well-being was pissing her off a little too. 'Quit being a baby', she snapped at herself. It really wasn't like her to let small things like that get to her but she figured it was just the alcohol messing with her head.
Speaking of alcohol, she lifted her beer and swallowed another mouthful "So, do you go to the Academy?" She'd never seen Nell around before but that made more sense now that she knew she was twenty and not sixteen.
notes:
tagged: nell bby
outfit: click
lyrics: crash and burn girl - robyn
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jan 29, 2013 18:23:28 GMT -5
watch out when you walk over my land Nell spread her arms, palms up when Ridley expressed her surprise once again as if to say 'god has blessed me with youth'. "You wanna know my secret?" she asked, a conspiratorial look on her face. She had to have a secret for such a youthful appearance, right? And it wasn't just because was just a short person. She grinned when the other girl complimented her sense of humor. "Thanks, man," she said with a little laugh. She loved to laugh and make jokes, so she really never could be taken seriously.
Luckily the music around them was loud enough that even if someone wanted to listen in, they really couldn't. Besides, most people were much too busy dancing or drinking to. She watched as Ridley gave a furtive look over her shoulder just to make sure. Nell shook her head at the question, however. "I used to work here as a bartender for a year, so I got good at being able to tell." Even then, she had never been one to kick people out. A part of it was because she was a nice person, another part was because she had been working underage and would feel like a hypocrite. She pulled her head back when Ridley stated her grade, her turn to look surprised. But there was also a smile on her face when she said, "Damn, girl, you go hard. Kudos." She was highly impressed. Then again, Nell had been living as a fugitive illegal alien and underage bartender at seventeen. She didn't need to tell Ridley that, though, because she was pretty sure the response would be a flat 'what'.
Laughing at the younger girl's toast, she decided to not take too big a drink from the bottle. Pacing certainly helped her out, so that she didn't get too hammered and wasn't capable of driving Angela home. Then they could call a cab and she'd let the girl crash at her place, she supposed. She still liked to keep an eye on Angela, always paranoid of her half-brother.
Nell lifted her eyebrows when Ridley told her that she had come with someone and then went to check her phone. Then she said that she thought they were gone. "Oh man, did they ditch you? That's not cool. That's the opposite of cool. That's uncool." She said it very intensely as if to emphasize the fact that her friend or whoever she'd come with shouldn't have ditched her. Nell didn't ditch her friend, she just took a break. It would have been a heavy weight on her conscience should she have left Angela to fend for her herself. Let her walk, though? She gave Ridley an incredulous look. "Nah, I'd be glad to," Nell said with a wave of her hand. "I mean, you have to see my car. I have an awesome car." She was proud of Lucille, she'd built it herself. "And I can also do some donuts and one-eighties." It was probably her favorite thing to do, pulling stunts like that in cars. The only time when it sucked was when it ruined her tires, but usually the handled it well.
She nodded in response to Ridley's question. "Yep, junior in college. Psych major. I bet you go, too. Unless you're one of those people who are just related to an elemental?" A lot of elemental families lived in the Hollow, but not all of them were a full elemental family. Elemental selection sometimes skipped over a generation or two. There was no real way to judge it.
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