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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 16, 2012 9:00:05 GMT -5
Thomas snorted at her comment. ”Maybe my father. My mother is actually a nice woman until you ask her a difficult question she can't answer.” And then she gets huffy and blames the world on everything else. The siblings did enjoy messing with their mother, no matter how cruel it was. All in good fun, they loved her and doted on her like good kids did. Because after a childhood of wreaking havoc, his parents deserved a break. He didn't think he could call them assholes. His exterior turned falsely cheerful when the topic turned to the woman he was forced to work along side. ”Oh yeah, she's terrible,” the man told her when she brought up his sister. It was spoken with the same enthusiasm someone might say, “Oh yeah, she's great.” It was just his prejudice, of course, but it was a shame Rin didn't know all the wonders of sibling rivalry. ”My ex-fiance also works there, small world, ain't it?” He was still using his falsely cheerful voice, though it was more bitter at the latter part.
Good question, why weren't the scientists doing their jobs as cool as him? He went with the humble career of educating the young ones, they needed to shape up. ”I don't know, man, I think it's because they're too busy trying to put people on Mars. But what's on Mars anyway? It's pretty dusty.” All their resources going toward an uninhabited planet when they could be working on hovercraft, what a shame. However, he was sure the Japanese had something in the works. ”Yeah, at least you know then what your money is going toward.” Admittedly, Tom was one of the people to put his change in those boxes at fast food chains like a decent human being. They already established that Rin was far from such, so he didn't ask if she did the same. And she had to display another example of what made her less than decent as a human being. Tom couldn't claim to be at all altruistic or a bleeding heart, so he didn't have room to judge Rin and her selfish ways. ”Go back to school and get yourself a fancy phD,” he said, humor in his tone. She hated her kids, he didn't think she'd suffer going through school with them. Even thoguh they would actually be his kids, since they are college courses.
He shrugged at her comment. ”Just a guess. Plus your forceps are showing.” Spiders were hideous, though, so at least she had attractiveness on her side. He may not have been freaked out by the eight-legged creatures as most were, but he wasn't about to go kiss one or as this conversation suggested, make love to it. ”That is such a pleasant thought,” the man said with a strained voice, because yeah, it was exactly as horrifying as it should have been. He didn't want to think about that, it was more than enough to freak him out. He lifted his eyebrows at the headless comment as if considering it for a moment. ”How would I be able to teach? Or speak? Or live?” As most knew by now, the head and body lived on for a few minutes after severed from each other, but he didn't think he'd be in a fit state for teaching after Rin was through with him, not at all. He really just hoped she left his genitals alone. He could live without the head on his neck, he couldn't live without the other head. Though that was his male mind speaking, and it was truthfully the other way around.
He pursed his lips when Rin said that she'd be the one billing him. ”Hey, not cool.” He only had so much money! And okay, he had a lot of it. He'd never been spoiled, but he did have quite a bit of money thanks to his own job and the fact that he was just awesome at life. Really, it was mostly due to the fact that he had an apartment, lived alone and ate mostly take out because he never felt like cooking. He tended to save up money that way.
Tom clicked his tongue at the woman's amendment, shaking his head. Yep, the alcohol was nice and thick in his veins. He appreciated the help. ”See, see, you can't do that. Just...change your terms and conditions. You need a lawyer for that.” And until he saw an attorney, he would be taking her to court should anything happen to him during this game. The adrenaline told him that he was going to win, though, because air hockey brought out the crazy in a person. Everything got too real, and he got way too intense. ”Watch me,” he countered distractedly, waiting for her move. And when it came, he almost missed it and leaped to the side, trying to figure out where the puck would bounce. Once he got an aim on it, he bounced it back to her. In the end, she wound up kicking his ass, and he was definitely put off by that. ”Okay, that was not fair. It's like playing air hockey with the devil. Because you have no soul. And you can't beat the devil.” If that fiddle contest from The Devil Went Down To Georgia said anything, you can't outsmart Satan. And Rin was effectively that. Or so his intoxicated mind told him. ”I will beat you...in something else!” Tom declared, holding up a decisive finger.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 18, 2012 3:20:05 GMT -5
While she was pretty damn heartless and didn't try hard to be a decent person, there were moments when she did realise that some things affected her. Like when she almost opened her mouth to respond with a joke about her own parents and realised that one of them was dead and the other one was in an asylum. What had her father been like before he got sick? She almost couldn't remember, it had been so long ago. She laughed to cover the fact that she was momentarily disoriented, hoping that the fact that she was easily entertained would help her out.
Thankfully the conversation quickly moved past the subject of parents and back onto siblings, something she had a lot less of a strange opinion on. Thomas didn't sound too bothered but it didn't take rocket science to figure out the tone was false. "You're used to it, I'm guessing." It wasn't much of a question, more of an assumption. It was only human nature to become accustomed to something after long exposure. You didn't have to like it but it became a part of live. Wasn't that how species evolved? A short, surprised laugh burst from her lips, though it was one of incredulity rather than amusement. "You have shit luck," she told him as plainly as if she were observing a stain on his shirt or bags under his eyes. "Would I know her?" She knew a lot of the teachers, a few professors, not so many of the medical or kitchen staff. "I'm not going to find out that you dated that fat bitch from the Math department just because she liked numbers, am I?" Teasing again with no real filter. Poor Ms. Boucher probably had a thyroid problem but it wasn't like Rin to give a shit.
She didn't really understand scientists sometimes. They did studies on ants that could be easily squished under her shoe while they had yet to find cures for things like cancer. What was up with that? "Right? They could have at least done Pluto or somewhere interesting." It probably wasn't possible to get to Pluto because of the distance but she didn't bother with technical crap. "The 'red planet' isn't even red. Who cares about it, anyway? Don't give a shit about the moon, either." The moon wasn't upping her paycheck or getting her fancy cars or improving her quality of life any. They could give her the billions of dollars they'd probably spent on space excursions to date. Wouldn't see Rin complaining. Speaking of her paycheck, she scoffed and shook her head. "You mean sink myself into debt with another five thousand years of school? No thanks." School had never been her thing. Maybe that was why she'd been drawn to acting. There were acting schools but you were learning, you know, acting. Not the Calculus bull that Tom so loved.
She entertained the thought, then replied, "I don't know, brail, or some shit." You would need a brain to process what your fingers were running over, and to operate those fingers for that matter, but she wasn't trying to put all of this to logic, here. "You're probably better off mute. Instead of talking you can just bleed all over the floor and expect them to interpret the puddles." Like reading tea leaves except a lot more freaky. "I think you'd have a better life without a head. Don't have to think about bills and debts, for one." Cause, you know, no thinking. His brain would be nestled, digested, in her stomach after being sliced up by her incisors. What a lovely thought.
Still holding the air hockey mallet like it was some kind of a life line, she shook her head for a second or two longer than was necessary. Made her a bit dizzy and she leaned against the table for support as she replied, "I am the judge and the jury, I do what I want." And the lawyer. She was her own army. Adrenaline was telling her the exact same thing as it told him and in her case it turned out to be true. She felt like some kind of a prophet, she had called that shit. "Fuck yeah, kicked your ass!" she said loudly and with triumph. Someone nearby glanced in their direction, probably out of reflex, and then turned their attention back to whatever it had been on before. "You weren't supposed to figure that out until after I'd done you a favour and bound your soul to my will," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever, still beat you!" She crowed the words, clearly quite proud of her status as the victor. Thomas wanted a rematch and she narrowed her eyes in challenge. "If you want to lose again, sure, we'll play again. What game? I'll let you choose so it's not rigged or anything." She winked. She had this, she did.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 18, 2012 21:16:26 GMT -5
Tom shrugged at her question. He didn't know how to answer that one honestly, actually. Was he used to it? He'd come to accept it, but there would always be the pain. Some wounds never stitched up. Rin hit the nail right on the bitter head. He smirked. ”I don't like to think of it as shit luck. I like to think that I have this gravitational pull that makes everything horrible revolve around me.” Sounded much better than living under the eye of some sadist god who revels in his suffering. Which was more likely, he didn't know, and he tried hard enough not to think about it that he didn't want to know, either. It wasn't something he was too comfortable talking about, but he still gave a little laugh at her numbers comment. His voice was softer than usual when he said, "She teaches English, thank you very much. And she...she's not fat. Her name's Hanna Watkins." The man was about to say that she was fucking hot, but that would leave a sour taste in his mouth. He hated to be that guy who never got over his ex, but he did get over her in the romantic sense. Just not in the sense of the betrayal.
Tom shook his head, his tongue clicking as he seemed to recover from the very bad topic of conversation that he'd inadvertently brought up. She should have never mentioned her. "No one cares about Pluto," he said truthfully. The scientists who decided that it was only a dwarf planet clearly didn't. That actually ruined a part of his childhood. What little rhyme could he use to remember the solar system now? It was a load of bullshit. "Whoa, again with the literal-mindedness. I don't mind Mars too much, it's our neighbor." Not the kind of neighbor one would knock on the door asking for sugar, but still a neighbor. They should be friendly, but of course the mean ginger did not think so. And she also objected to schooling, and he had to agree with her there. "Guess that's not something you want to be putting your money into if you're not a big fan of it," he said. Not everyone was like him, not everyone fanboyed about geometry and algorithms and theorems, oh my.
He looked very much amused by her answer, but then again, what didn't amuse him? Attacks against Star Wars or any other fandom I belong to. "Can I speak through brail? Can I offer my heartfelt lessons through brail?" Tom said it with an air of drama and tragedy, as if losing his head would be losing everything. He did care about his job, but not that much. Hell, if he didn't have a head he could just be chilling on the couch doing nothing all day. A break sounded good. She had the same train of thought, except one thing he had to shake his head at, an incredulous look on his face. "Wait, wait, no...what the fuck? Interpreting blood puddles? That makes zero sense. God, Rin, you are so unrealistic." He had to tack on the last part for the ridiculousness of their entire conversation. Blood puddles wasn't the worst of it, but it did stand up to him.
By this point, Tom didn't have the art of rhetoric on his side. Words escaped like dust motes, but he was never really good with words in the first place. "My ass," was his erudite reply to her judge and jury comment, because he was more focused on the table in front of him as if it might turn into a sea of eels any moment. That shit he wanted to keep an eye on. But clearly he didn't keep enough of an eye on it because she was yelling in triumph and he was looking very miffed. He narrowed his eyes. "I knew it the moment I saw the flames on your head, demon," he retorted, and normally he wouldn't have been such a sore loser, but he wasn't normal and neither was she and this game sucked major balls. Her cockiness did encourage his competitive spirit, and he pointed off into the distance, "Zombie army killer tank...game," he said. That wasn't the actual name, but it was the entire plot of the video game. "That is unless, you're chicken. Ba-bawk." And now they were both being obnoxious people that he was sure everyone in the vicinity just adored.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 19, 2012 2:31:00 GMT -5
Possessing no filter and little respect for the boundaries of others, Rin didn't think about how personal the subject might be. She also didn't think much of the fact that he hadn't answered with anything more than a shrug. The woman raised an eyebrow at him when he did speak, though. "Because that's so much better." The sarcasm was evident. She didn't like the thought of bad things revolving around her and just waiting for the right moment to smack her in the face. It might just be likely, though, because her mother was dead, her father was nuts, and she'd lost her chance at following her dreams. Maybe he was right. Maybe luck had nothing to do with it.
Rin, being observant, did notice his change in tone but couldn't quite place what had caused it. She pressed her lips together a moment, puzzling over it, then decided it wasn't worth the headache. "You and her, huh? I'm almost impressed." Dorks were usually seen dating other dorks if stereotypes were to be believed. Then there were the cheesy movies and dramas about the geek that gets the girl but she didn't put much stock in film. It was all a load of bull. Ironic state of mind for a wannabe actress but hey, she liked playing pretend. She liked that nothing in that life had to be real. "English, though. Did she ever do that annoying-as-fuck thing where they correct your grammar in conversation? Because I could not." She didn't finish the sentence but figured it was obvious she meant she'd dump their ass quicker than you could blink. She didn't like people telling her what to do and being obnoxious.
Rolling her eyes at him, she said, "Why not go make love to Mars, then, if Pluto isn't good enough for you?" It was all in good fun. If she were being honest, she didn't care about Pluto. He was right. She didn't care about a whole lot of things, though, and that was probably how she'd flunked out of college. "Besides, I hate my neighbours." She added it in afterthought with a casual tone, thinking of said people as she spoke. One had their music too loud, another was old and boring, and the woman across the hall had a really stupid looking face. That was why Rin couldn't stand her. They'd never actually spoke. She'd make a good Thunder, she'd been told. "Tch, what money?" It was bitter but she laughed, shrugging it off. She hated that she didn't make much and that she couldn't afford a whole lot but for how much she hated her job and her life at times, she wasn't someone who whined incessantly. It was annoying and it made her want to bash in skulls so she decided it was best to avoid driving others to the same place.
What was heartfelt about Math? She suddenly had an image of Thomas weeping as he described a lesson to the class and it was all she could do not to stop taking him seriously altogether simply because of the image it gave her. Pretty hilarious. Both brows lifted and a short laugh escaped her. "Yeah, because walking around with no head was totally possible to begin with." The too-serious and overly logical types tended to quickly bore her. She was someone who liked to have fun and if that meant going into the the realm of what-the-fuck on a regular basis, so be it.
Drunk, her first instinct when he mentioned his ass was to stare at it questioningly. With his back not turned to her, though, all she found herself looking at was his junk. Not helpful. She glanced back up. "Yeah. What about it?" She really didn't see his point, but whatever. She recovered quickly enough and flipped her hair back when flames were brought into the picture, running a hand through it. "Whoops. Maybe I should invest in something a little less obvious." Demon, though, that she couldn't argue with. She was probably Satan's distant cousin, you know. "Never heard of it," she said flatly. "Lead the way." Oh, she'd played the game before, but not under that elaborate title. And she didn't know if she was good at it or not, especially not drunk. She didn't care, though, fully convinced that she could kick his ass at everything just because. "As long as you don't cut off my head," she said, whacking his arm and following him over to the game.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 19, 2012 18:12:44 GMT -5
Apparently Rin thought Hanna was a catch, not surprising. Irritating, needless to say, but not surprising. "Don't be. She's a bitch." And yep, he was that guy who was always ragging on his ex. Well, at least he didn't talk about her all the time. And now Rin was making him think about Hanna, and he wanted to think about more bad times than good, but looking back there was a lot of good. Except the last part, the end of the story. Tom wanted to think that just made her a backstabbing bitch in the worst way. "Not all the time, but she liked to use big words that people don't usually say. Like behest and..." He stopped and shook his head. "Yeah, I don't like talking about my ex." It was something better avoided, both thinking of and talking of. She was just a skeleton in the closet, and that's where he'd like to keep her.
He felt like he was in preschool again, being told that if he liked his peanut butter sandwich so much he should just marry it. "I fucking would if it were physically possible to make love to a planet." And if he were sexually attracted to floating rocks in the sky. Which he was pretty sure he wasn't. Couches...well, that was another thing entirely. He frowned thoughtfully. "I don't know if anyone likes their neighbors. People kind of suck." He wasn't a recluse, he was outgoing and nice to people, but most of the time everyone sucked. And everyone would agree with him, even if they pretended to love the world. People were just annoying. Tom tilted his head to the side. So Rin was pretty much broke? That sucked some major balls. "I think if we switched to Monopoly money as the world currency, everyone would be a lot happier. Then again, I'm a commie." He understood the draw backs of a world currency. And Europe just proved that with how their economy was crumbling thanks to the worthlessness of the Euro. The continent must have been thinking the same thing: Whoops.
He had the temptation to reach over and tweak her nose like he might a little child, but he was at least ninety-nine percent sure she would break his wrist. And since the future called for headlessness, he'd like to keep some of his limbs. "Thank you for explaining the joke," he said, laughing a little. He had of course not been serious about the whole being reasonable part, though the blood thing was just...weird. And she was weird. He couldn't judge though, so he would say nothing more about that.
He could judge her, though, when she stared at him, and his eyes went down. "Whhaa?" he said, moving to see if his fly was down. Nope. God, she's such a freak. A bitchy freak. This thought wasn't as mean-spirited as it would have been had he meant it. Tom squinted when she flipped her hair, and then rolled his eyes up to think. "Get a wig," was his final suggestion, leaning against the table. Or dye her hair, but he wasn't thinking of the easy fix. He wondered for a moment if she got teased a lot because of her hair color, or if it was just douches like him. He skipped over to the zombie tank killing game thing, resisting the sudden urge to skip. Good thing they were probably not the only ones drunk. Hopefully. When she pushed his arm and told him not to cut her head off, he jokingly wrapped his fingers around her neck and pretended to choke her. "How about if I just rip it off?" Like he'd have the power. And she would kick his ass before he got the chance, most like.
He sat down in one of the large, black seats with a gun in front of it, putting the tokens in so that it would start up. "Pew pew, mothafuckas," he said in a voice that was oddly reminiscent of Little Richard as he aimed the tank turret at some zombies. He was going to kill more zombies than she could ever dream of, and then he would be top dog. But as it turned out, he lost at this one too. Tonight is not his night. "No. Not cool. I am going to beat you at something! Like..." He looked around, a cagey look on his face. "Arm-wrestling. You're going to arm-wrestle me." Full-proof. He was a big manly man, she was just Rin, bitchy theater teacher. This was the moment that he forgot that she could beat him up, even though he was a sturdy guy.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 22, 2012 7:06:10 GMT -5
Rin nodded as if she were well aware of Hanna's bitch status. She thought of most of her exes as bitches or idiots and so she grasped the fact that having an ex-anything meant that you didn't think highly of them. She didn't think that she could date someone and break it off on good terms. Her brows furrowed and she made a face at the word 'behest', trying to think of how she'd react if someone tried to use it seriously in conversation. She'd probably make fun of them, really, because that was what Rin did. Thomas admitted that he didn't like talking about her and the red-haired woman didn't have much objection to that, merely dipping her head. "Point taken." She was shameless and overstepped boundaries but it was moments like these that proved her taking a liking to someone permitted them special perks. Like Rin not being a bitch about everything all the time.
Hm. Yeah, people did suck. She liked to troll them but she definitely had a long list of reasons that they were not cool. At least her ego assured her that she was better than the rest of them. "Don't think I'd want to be a hermit, though," she mused. "It'd be way too boring. Who would I make fun of?" She made a sound in her throat as if disgusted by the mere thought. She definitely wouldn't do good as a loner. She thrived in a crowd and she liked to be the centre of attention, a fact that caused a lot of people to steer clear when they were in a public place. She'd cause a scene for the sake of causing scenes. "I don't know, I think I'd feel weird without the toonie," she mused. And what would she throw at people for shits and giggles if they didn't have coins any more? It was good she'd never caused any injuries or gotten caught. She was lucky in a lot of ways there.
Thanks to intoxication she barely even realised how weird it must have looked that she was staring at his junk while trying to find his ass. No way she was walking all the way around just so that she could figure out what the big deal was. The woman wound her fingers in her dark hair and tugged at a group of strands, frowning thoughtfully. "Bitch, I'm fabulous, what are you telling me I need a wig for?" Her train of thought had moved away from the demon-flame locks and over to the fact that she was pure awesome and that Tom must be jealous. She had been teased for her hair colour at times, kids were cruel, but Rin was the type that really didn't give a shit what others said about her. She shed insults like a snake would shed its skin. Her icy eyes widened when he wrapped his hands around her throat and she found herself wishing she knew martial arts so she could flip him and pin him down. It took a moment or two to realise he was kidding.
She liked killing things in video games because it gave her a sense of power. Once she sat down and took the gun-shaped controller in her hand, she was an unstoppable motherfucker with a penchant for violence. She was in the zone. She ended up beating Thomas for the second time in a row and she might as well have had fangs for how wicked her smile was. "Who's the chicken now?" She flapped her arms and crowed more like a rooster than a chicken, then laughed and had to steady herself against one of the machines so that she didn't stumble. She was a bit breathless but in a fairly good mood because of all the drinking she'd done and the fact that her ego was being stroked by the wins. "Are you sure?" she asked, feigning an innocent look. "You wouldn't want to get hurt, would you?" Now she was being mean but that was all right. Grinning, she gestured over to the bar. They needed some kind of flat surface, after all. "You're on." She flexed her hand and didn't bother to wonder at how tough he was. She felt invincible, like she could do anything.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 26, 2012 5:26:52 GMT -5
It seemed that Rin needed people to torture to exist. He was sure that was a qualification to be a demon, “Must enjoy others' suffering.” She filled the critera so well he was beginning to convince himself that she had crawled her way out of the pit. ”There'd be animals around. You can make fun of them.” They weren't people and couldn't respond, but maybe if she believed they were the talking type like in Disney movies it'd satisfy her. Or she could make due with rocks. They certainly wouldn't be as fun, either. At least they didn't say anytihng back, but he didn't know whether she enjoyed backtalk. Her sadism was a mystery. ”Coins are obsolete anyway,” Tom said matter-of-factly. He didn't like the way they sat in his wallet serving no purpose. He wasn't a child, he didn't get the little toys from machines anymore. He'd be perfectly fine with monopoloy money, especially if you were given the amount of money you started with in each game. It would be something he'd have to bring up with the government.
The man shook his head. ”You are not fabulous,” he said with a slight slur. It was difficult to believe that he was a professor in this setting, as unintelligent as the bottle mane him and anyone who decided to come to D&B. ”You are the spawn of some evil demon creature.” He then made a terrible sound in his throat, like a cross between a pterodactyl and another prehistoric beast. In reality, he thought of her a little higher than that but he did not feel the need to inform her of this. Instead, he wanted her to know that she better wear a wig so people don't catch on too soon that she's a terrible person. Because all gingers were terrible, according to society.
Tom was trying his best with the insults, rolling words around in his mind like overturning rocks to find hidden gems of wit. But he had nothing, and he hated the way Rin was looking at him like the cockiest bitch. ”You...you suck,” was his best retort to being called a chicken. And it was said with the same vehemence as a child who had been insulted at the jungle gym. That made it pretty clear that shit was getting real. Therefore, the request for arm-wrestling. He felt that this was somewhere he could shine, and apparently Rin had the same thoughts in her head. ”I will kick your ever-loving ass,” he said in the gravest of tones. ”And then I'll take a victory lap and have another pint because I am superior.” Tom let his own words build him up, like saying them would actually make them real. It was all he had left, by now, with Rin and her victories. She gestured to the bar, but he shook his head. ”Table's better.” They were high off the ground so it was hard to get footing, but it would be easier to have an arm-wrestling match on that.
He sat down at the table, arm up and in position to take her on in an arm-wrestling contest all the while repeating mantras of manhood in his head to keep his self-esteem from plummeting. Of course, Rin was stronger than he'd expected. He'd been trying to think of her as a puny little drama teacher to boost his confidence, and that was the wrong decision to make. It was one of the deals when he just wanted to end it and drink a bear. ”I'll surrender if you buy me a beer,” he told her, voice a little out of breath thanks to the effort he was putting into not letting the back of his hand hit the table.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 26, 2012 10:21:22 GMT -5
Animals were boring. They didn't do a whole lot in her opinion and the fact that they couldn't talk irritated her. What was the point of keeping a pet? They weren't good companions if they couldn't provide some form of entertainment other than eating, sleeping, and stinking up your apartment. "How about they get to fuck instead of the people," she said in a drab monotone. "Wouldn't mind that at all." She'd never really abused an animal without cause before but she'd stay out of their way if possible. She had kicked a friend's dog once but the thing had bit her, she considered that ample revenge. Needless to say that friend was no longer in her life. Their loss. "I'll bet if they got rid of coins it'd be a good reason to charge us more money. Why have fifteen cents of tax when you can make it a dollar? They don't make half or quarter-dollar bills, now do they?" She hated taxes as much as any paying denizen of the Earth. Oh, sure, there was probably some excuse about why they were necessary but Rin didn't care.
She responded immediately with a simple, "I am," and it was clear that she wouldn't be losing ground on the matter of her own awesomeness. Rin's ego could fill the entire bar without a problem and she didn't need others to inflate it for her. She blinked at Thomas when he made some sort of demonic screeching noise and drew her head back a little before she shook it and rolled her eyes. Another sip of beer coasted down her throat before she said, "Uh huh. You sure you're not getting me confused with yourself? I'm starting to think I should stage an exorcism." The woman smirked at her drinking partner and seemed to believe that she'd won the argument. If she had her way there would be no argument, everything and anything would be about her.
His insult was clearly the definition of amazing and she laughed at him, which probably didn't help much. "If you're asking for favours you really shouldn't be so direct." She practically sang the words, as teasing as could be. If he woke up hating her in the morning it wouldn't be anything new. Apparently he was pretty damn determined to beat her at something now that she'd come out on top so many times and Rin was just as determined to keep that streak going. Confident as she was she thought to skip over to the table when he indicated it, figuring she'd show off, which resulted in catching her foot on nothing more than air and nearly face-planting. As it were, her side was probably going to be sporting a nice black-and-purple bruise in the morning. Oh well. She shook out her hair as if this would restore some lost dignity and propped her arm on the table. "Doesn't matter what surface we use, you're fucked," she crowed, then gripped his hand tight.
He was stronger than she was hoping, seeing as she'd wanted to flatten his hand within the first couple of seconds so that she could really gloat but Rin was glad that she was able to hold her own at any rate. She fell deathly silent as she tightened her grip and tried to mentally focus all of her energy into her arm. It probably wasn't working but it wasn't for lack of effort. She tried to come across as nonchalant and confident but the thin set of her lips was a dead giveaway that she was taking this seriously. Anything competitive was serious business. She smirked when he offered a surrender. "Deal," she hummed, but didn't loosen her grip in case he was trying to trick her. She'd had a couple of cheap shots like that in her life, guys that would pretend to be weak so that she got too cocky and then bam, suddenly her hand was against the table and she was blinking in confusion.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 28, 2012 9:45:47 GMT -5
Tom blinked at her words. Maybe the ganja was destroying his brain cells (even though thanks to his friend he learned that that didn't happen) because in his mind he came up with scenarios that he shouldn't have been thinking about. "Wait, what, you mean like...you wanna fuck the animals. Oh my god, you're on of those people." He supposed by "those people," he meant animal lovers. The literal animal lovers. He supposed he couldn't judge, even though he was not romantically in love with the species of couches. It was more of a respect and an adoration for the invention of such a wonderful place of repose. Rin had a point about the change in currency, so much so that he put thought into the entire situation, leading him to come up with his following response. "Well, I don't recall ever being taxed by coins, but you have a point. Then that'll lead to inflation and bread costing five hundred bucks and we'll complain about the days when it was just two bucks." He actually couldn't remember how much bread costs. But at least he learned something from his past history classes, even though he considered the subject to be a waste.
He was coming to believe that arguing with Rin was like arguing with a brick wall. Well, a brick wall with a voice and an unladylike mouth. Even so, there was no telling her otherwise without this turning into a childish "yes" and "no" battle. But he was going to tell her his thoughts on his apparent demonic possession. "Uh-uh," he combated. "I am clearly not possessed. You know why? I'm not a young white girl." All one had to do was think about every movie ever made. Every television show that ever aired about the paranormal. It was always a white girl that was being taken over by a demonic spirit. He was glad. It meant there was an unlikely chance of him being taken over.
Tom would have clapped at the evil redhead's response to his impressive insult if he believed his motor skills would allow it at this point. "I'm gonna add that to the list of awesome comebacks. And then credit it to myself. Because no one would believe that you're witty enough to have come up with that." He believed his burn was quite fantastic, and so he wore a goofy grin to express his pride in himself. He was the awesome one here, Rin was a peasant. In reality, they were both drunk as fuck so neither of them were losers here. Then again, who was a winner at D&B? Clearly not Rin, considering she thought she'd be a badass skipper and ended up tripping. The noise that ripped from his throat was the utmost example of hysterical laughter, and he looked around hoping that someone could have witnessed it. "Ha! See. You suck. You suck at everything." It was a boost to his ego, even though she was quick to rebut him over who in fact would be winning this thing. She tripped over air, there was no chance that she could hold her own against him.
Of course he was wrong. He always seemed to be wrong with her and his arm was screaming out for help in the way his joints ached and he was pretty sure she was going to crush his hand. When she agreed to his offer, he whined and said, "Now let gooooo," as he wrenched his hand away from her, rubbing it like a child who'd just tripped on the playground. His next act was to wave his hand over to the bar and say, "Now fetch me a drink, peasant. And bring back food, too." Neither of them won (well, Rin would have considering he gave up but his pride wasn't going to dwell on that) so he believed he had a right to acts of superiority. So much so that he stuck his tongue out at her too. Like the man he really was.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 29, 2012 14:18:51 GMT -5
It took her a moment to catch on and then she made a loud noise of disgust that barely sounded human. Forget doing questionable things with animals, she sounded like one of them right there and then. "God, no," she said, and then her whole form quaked as she allowed a dramatic shudder to course down her spine. That was not all right. "You sick fuck, how could you even suggest?" She whacked his arm with excessive force even though she wasn't as offended as she was pretending to be. Oh, she definitely thought the idea was gross but this was Rin. Took a lot more than that to legitimately phase her. She would watch shock horror films and not bat an eyelash even at the most disgusting scenes. She'd actually lost a couple of friends because they claimed to be disturbed by her. Oh well. That was their problem, not hers. "Bread is not worth five hundred bucks. Ever. I'd turn into a cannibal before I'd pay that much." She shook her head. Never mind the totally serious comment that had slipped its way past her loose lips.
Feigning horror, Rin drew her head back. "You are such a racist, Tom. What about all the young black girls out there? You could have just crushed their dreams." Actually it was a good thing to be immune from possession but her drunken mind wasn't thinking in that direction right now. She was mainly concentrating on making fun of Thomas by suggesting that he was a horrible person. She was apparently into animals instead of humans, she was a demon, and she was also totally all right with the idea of cannibalism, but Tom was the worst of the two. "You know, I don't even know if I want to associate myself with you any more." She cackled afterwards, though, ruining the moment entirely. Then she appeared to forget that it wasn't that funny and continued laughing until she could barely breathe. Upon recovery she'd forgotten what she was laughing about in the first place but that was entirely all right with her.
Apparently her comeback was good enough for theft and she fixed him with a glare. "Who'd be desperate enough to ask you for a favour?" He had a nice smile and a nice car but oh, it was on. She was way hotter than he could ever aspire to be. "Besides, who are they going to believe is wittier, the calculus dork or the totally boss theatre bitch? I have this in the baaag." She drew out the word and had enough confidence to start skipping, which ultimately turned out to be the wrong idea. Holding the side of the table tightly to keep herself from falling over, she scowled when he told her that she sucked. "Yeah, well, so do you, and at least it doesn't mean I'm gay." Hmph. See what he did with that. It was funny, really, because she was into ladies as well as men, she'd be fine with either end of the spectrum, but she still hoped that her comment wounded his little pussy heart. Competition tended to get real when she was challenged.
Caterina was so immensely satisfied when she won that she grinned from ear to ear. "Haha, loser! Told you that you couldn't take me!" She wasn't aware that he didn't see himself as the loser and even if he'd made it known, she likely wouldn't have done a damn thing about it. "Not your bitch, Tommy. Not your bitch." She skipped off to grab drinks, thankfully remembering not to actually skip, and came back with two as well as a huge order of onion rings, which she purposely hoarded away from him. "I promised a drink, not food. You gotta get your own, bitch." He wasn't a female dog, he wasn't even a female or a dog, but that was fine. Still worked.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 29, 2012 15:04:20 GMT -5
Rin's response to his comment was both hilarious and unexpected. He figured she was joking (right?) but it was pretty funny to watch her shudder at the idea. Not so funny to be hit by her, because for a chick she had a mean hook. "Jeez, She-Hulk," he griped, looking over at her with mouth agape. His expression twisted into one of incredulousness then, though there was a hint of humor in his eyes, "This is you, Rin, since when does anything offend you?" Good thing they were both dicking around. Though he would like to learn if anything could offend this woman. It was an interesting and rather impossible thought to him. "Well, consider this, if the price of bread goes up, so does how much money you get." Economics was another surprisingly useful class, apparently only for hypothetical situations like these, however. The prospect of cannibalism was not so appeasing to him in any scenario. Which was why he avoided bath salts even though it was just a rumor.
He held up his hand to Rin with a sassy flourish when she asked about all those poor black girls. "Never have I ever seen a possessed black child in a movie. Give me one, and I'll give you ten bucks." It was impossible because never had it happened and it was curious as to why. "I'm not the racist one here, the movie makers are." Clearly filmmakers believed that only white children could be possessed by demonic forces. Maybe it was some kind of social commentary that was just flying over his head. That was believable. He arched an eyebrow when she said that she didn't want to associate herself with him anymore, and was about to come up with one of his witty retorts before she cackled and he shook his head. "Really, though, which circle of Dante's Inferno did you crawl out of?" Tom tried to narrow down which ones he thought she'd belong in, and couldn't remember if there was a specific one for heathens. So he put her in with the prostitutes for his mental enjoyment.
Damn, was Rin ever the bitch. He just decided to take everything she said as a joke, both because of his lack of sobriety and the fact that he would have been otherwise horrified by her. "You wound me," he deadpanned when she asked who would want a favor from him. In reality he did not even care, he'd rather people not ask for favors of him, especially not to suck their dick. "Have you ever heard mathematician jokes? You have no clue what you're up against." He didn't want to admit that yes, she did have this in the bag because mathematicians were not funny. At all. In theater you had to be funny or heartfelt or whatever a performance asked of you; in math, numbers don't give a fuck how funny you are. Tom grinned at her next comment. "I knew you were the homophobe! You're a bad person. Baaddddd." At least he didn't take that to heart and was still joking, even though he was bitter about losing. The insult was too good to pass up for him, no matter how shitty of an insult it actually was.
Thomas' thoughts were rather antagonistic toward Rin at that moment. Not so much that he wanted to hit her over the head with the beer bottle, but enough that he wished he could form a better comeback than "your mom." "No, no, we were equally matched. I just surrendered so it wouldn't go on forever." These were true words, because obviously he would never admit to losing to her for the third time in a row. His pride would not allow that whatsoever. "But you are a bitch," he countered Rin's claim with after he ordered her to fetch the drinks, even though it was completely irrelevant. Because no, she was not his bitch and he would be scared if she was. To prove her point, she returned without food, and he stared at the table with a blank expression as if that would make food magically appear. "You are ruthless and mean and terrible. You could at least have sympathy on me and get me some chicken fingers, but no. Fuck you." Another beer was good enough, and he took a deep gulp as if he needed more alcohol in his system.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 29, 2012 18:59:37 GMT -5
She liked being able to hold her own, liked to be tough. Rin had ran with a rough crowd so she'd gotten used to being able to take and dish out punches. She smirked. "Only, you know, not green and Hulk-like." He seemed to catch onto the fact that she wasn't all that bothered, something that did not surprise her. She'd have been more concerned if he thought she was serious. "You suggested that I was the other kind of crazy cat lady. Not okay." For not being all right her tone was pretty blasé and she flipped her hair back over her shoulder with a lazy hand. She did consider what he said, albeit not for very long, and came back with an answer, "What's the use of making a shitton if it's just the same as making... less than a shitton?" If five bucks now turned into five hundred for the future then you wouldn't be able to buy much with five hundred dollars. She still didn't like the idea. Rin liked money, it sucked she didn't make enough of it. She hadn't wanted to act for fame, though, she'd wanted to act because she enjoyed it. One of the few commendable things about her.
Rin thought hard, wanting to find one so that she could be right. It didn't happen and so she came back with a flat, "Fuck you." She'd seen her fair share of horror movies, she loved movies, and she couldn't say she'd seen one with a black chick being taken over by a demon. Lucky for black girls everywhere, not so much for the white girl sitting and looking petulant in a bar. "Who's it racist toward, I wonder." On one hand you had the fact that black people weren't included, which usually caused a hype. On the other, it wasn't exactly something to be proud of. "Oh look, that little black girl is possessed. At long last!" No, it didn't sound right even in her head. It hurt too much to think about it further, she was too think to drunk, so she gave it up. "Seventh, probably, for castrating the last guy who asked me that." She flashed her a smile. Not offended, of course. If she cared enough to believe in hell it wouldn't be much of a stretch to believe she was from it, or at least that she had a free ticket there for the future.
No, she realised, she'd never heard a joke by a mathematician. "They're probably too ashamed to tell their jokes." It made sense to her. Same reason people who couldn't sing usually learned to keep their traps shut, though some of the bitches who tried out for talent-based shows apparently needed to take the hint. "I am fearless. They can bring it on. First number-related joke and I'll put a bullet in your brain." Why his brain? Well, she'd be left with a desire to shoot something and she sure as hell wasn't going to commit suicide because someone else sucked. That was stupid. She had to laugh when he called her a bad person, though, mostly because of the way that he said it. She felt light-headed and giggly but it didn't phase her in the least. "I'm beautiful no matter what you say," she sang, grinning. She didn't bother clarifying that she wasn't homophobic because that was the wonder of joking around. He'd clearly caught on and so there was no need for it. "The lyrics are stupid," she realised. "Words can't bring anyone down... unless you knock them out with a fucking dictionary or some shit." She wondered if there were any known cases of this.
Her blue eyes glimmered and she was entirely content to see herself as the winner no matter what Thomas said. "So you're not just a loser but a sore one, too. Mhm, yeah, all right." She continued to smirk as she had for most of the night, hoping that her confidence frustrated him. She loved to feel like she was on top. "I'm a bitch," she agreed with a nod and without a problem, "just not your bitch." She hummed to herself as she glided away toward the bar. Or stumbled, rather, which was much less graceful, but in her mind she was a fucking swan, damn it. She seemed content at his response and threw an onion ring at him, clearly finding a source of entertainment there. She ate a few, then rolled her eyes and pushed the basket into the centre of the table. She could probably eat them all herself, sure, but she didn't have to. Besides, she'd kicked his ass three times in a row. That was enough for her.
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Post by THOMAS LULA ROTH on Aug 29, 2012 21:07:02 GMT -5
Unfortunately, bringing up She-Hulk made his inner dork come out and he felt that he had a point to make. As confident as he was, he had no worries of embarrassing himself in front of her. "No, you're more like Red She-Hulk. Who is evil and red, like you." It was bad enough admitting that he knew Red She-Hulk and her backstory, but he had hidden depths to his complete dorkiness. He had to laugh when Rin said the other kind of cat lady. "It's like the other white meat. Except you're humping the white meat." He believed that Rin could appreciate that sense of humor. It was not appropriate and he had to remember not to say such things around his students, but it needed to be said. With her next words, though, she had him stumped. "I don't knowww, I never liked history or economics," he said in a whiny tone. Economics did involve math, but not the kind of math he liked. There was a kind of math he didn't like, go figure. It was probably because it didn't involve pure numbers.
He laughed jovially when she seemed to think about it, and it was a pure kind of happiness that wasn't just out of the fact that he'd stumped her. It was more over the fact that she had come back at him with a fuck you. It was his turn to think about her question, however, and his reply was, "You are getting way too deep for me." He wasn't very good with the whole to be or not to be shit, he just was and did and other states of being that described him. But he had to say the filmmakers. They were at fault. If there had been any doubt that he was dealing with a disturbing chick, she waved them away with a few words. He drew back. "I want to keep my penis," he said in a small voice, the voice of a man terrified that he was about to lose his genitals. He needed those for certain reasons and he didn't know whether Rin would ever pull a Lorraine Bobbit, but she was terrifying enough to have him consider it as true.
Tom snorted at her explanation, and decided to admit the truth that not all mathematics were as hilarious as him. "Nah, it's because we as a breed are not inherently funny. I just got lucky." He did believe he had a damn good sense of humor. The fact that he could roll with Miss Demon's punches was evidence of that. Though he was rather fond of his algebra jokes. He at least wasn't the person buying the shirts with them on it. "Crap, that means I can't tell you what the fraction said to the negative one in the square root." He did still laugh at the jokes he learned from his math teachers in middle school, but everyone enjoyed their corny humor. He hoped. If not, it would just be another addition to his oddities. He was collecting them like rubber ducks. "Oh my god, do not sing a song about acceptance of gays when you are being a homoooophobe." That was what the song had been geared toward, right? Christina going all proactive with gay rights? Good for her. Rin should not be seeing such a well-meaning song. "You literally do not have a soul." Words could hurt people, which was why verbal abuse existed, but of course she did not think that, all the while she kicked children and ate Oreos with the two halves still together like a heathen. Or rather, these were his musings of what she did in her free time.
He was too stubborn for just how badly off he was in terms of alcohol tolerance. So he glared her down and said, "I'm not being a sore loser because I didn't lose and you need to shut your whore mouth, okay." The 'whore mouth' part was at least not serious, but the rest of it was. He didn't know if she was a whore or not, and wouldn't call her that even if he did know. He actually had respectability about him. Tom sighed. "And here I thought I got all the bitches." Which he did not, and his relationship history spoke as much for him. He propped his chin up with his hand as he watched her stumble off to the bar, looking at her suspiciously. The onion ring came out of nowhere and he flailed, almost falling sideways of the chair before he gripped the table. "This is the worst date ever," he said with an immature air, and seeing as he was smiling it was a joke because when alcohol was involved, he could get over most things easily. Even though who knew what would make him irritable again. He was as bipolar drunk as he was sober.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Aug 31, 2012 21:30:11 GMT -5
Following his comment, Rin stared blankly at Thomas for several seconds as if trying to come up with something to say. In the end, she settled for, "Dork." He was more than a dork than even she'd thought that he was, she'd give him credit. After a couple of seconds she realised something and added, "Unless you made that shit up... nah, you'd still be a dork. Maybe worse." It was bad enough to know those heroes and villains that weren't as mainstream but to come up with your own? That was a whole new brand of dork. "Oh my god you're disgusting." She was smiling despite her deadpan tone. She could appreciate his sense of humour even if she'd made countless jokes this night and in the past about how he was devoid of any funny bones whatsoever. "History was boring as fuck," she said in agreement, though she didn't know if they disliked it for the same reasons. "Who cares what a bunch of dead bastards said and did? They're dead, we're not." That was her logic. She knew about the things that couldn't be ignored thanks to media and hype but the rest of it she chose to ignore. Learning from past mistakes? She hardly learned from her own mistakes, she sure wasn't going to pay any mind to those of others.
Apparently Tom took her a little more seriously than intended judging by the way he drew back from her and sounded worried. Did she reassure him? Course not. She wished that she had a knife that she could wave around for shits and giggles but she wasn't armed and merely hummed, "Better be nice to me, then!" It was too cheerful for Rin but that was the whole point. If mutilation were legal she'd have a lot of power over men, she realised. What a shame that she could only joke about it and terrify her friend slash coworker.
She was going to say something about Thomas being as devoid of humour as the rest of them but then she decided to be honest with them both and cut him a break. So instead she told him, "Not that you have to try all that hard to be better than them so it's not that great of an accomplishment." She twirled a strand of dark hair around her finger and took a swig of beer. "... no, no, you can't. Unless you want to wake up with half a brain." Not that he'd be able to wake up after that but she'd already proven how much she cared about anatomy when she'd cheerfully talked about Thomas teaching without a head. "I'm not scared of no gays," she scoffed, then giggled. "They can come at me all they like... bro." She'd totally forgotten the reason that she was singing the song in the first place. Another drink of beer even though she should probably have cut herself off a while ago. She never really cared about limits when she drank. She either got drunk or she didn't, monitoring of her inebriation didn't occur.
Rin tilted her head and blinked at him. "Thought we'd established that already. Seventh circle of wherever-the-fuck or whatever." She was fine with being soulless. Who needed a soul, anyway? She knew her heart was important because it pumped blood through her veins and she needed that to live but fuck souls. "My mouth is not a whore, it prefers the term escort." In reality, whores were whores. She didn't have anything against them but she had to roll her eyes when they came up with fancy names for themselves. "Oh and you're still a loser." Being childish, she made an L-shape with her fingers and pressed it loosely against her forehead for a moment before dropping her hand. She merely grinned when he proclaimed their night out as the worst date ever and took another drink... or was about to, anyway, when she realised she was out. It seemed like as good a time as any to call it quits and so she didn't bother with another. "All right, so you're only mostly boring. You do have some sense of a good time... even if you suck at life." The compliment slash insult was as sincere as it could be in her intoxicated state.
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