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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Aug 23, 2012 15:00:45 GMT -5
Having her friends roll with her sarcasm and attitude was so incredibly refreshing; people tended to take her too seriously and things did not tend to end well. Who could blame them though? She did have a knack for having her comments and jokes come across as a bit too sincere and if someone did not know her well enough it could be believable. She nodded, acting as though this conversation were completely and totally serious. "You guys are whack." Lark agreed with a small nod, using her food as a distraction to keep from smiling. They were crazy but she enjoyed their company none the less. Pacey, she decided, was certainly epic and she liked having him around. "Ah man, it sucks ass for sure. I couldn't imagine anything worse." Lies, all lies. At least Pacey did not take it seriously and get offended or anything. That was not something she wanted to deal with today. "Ashton is such a manipulative player! I can't believe him, really. And yet I'm sticking around. Maybe he cast a spell on me or something." That was a pretty strong spell, considering the last thing on her mind was walking away from her boyfriend.
Without even meaning to, Lark started to laugh. This would not have been so bad had she not been in the middle of drinking her soda. "Oh my god," She exclaimed between small coughs. "Please don't tell me you listen to Kesha, Pace. Please. I don't know if we could be friends." Nah, to each their own and all that. But it was always strange to have someone make a reference to a music artist she despised. The woman could hardly sing and sounded like a wannabe rapper. Perhaps that was the problem; Lark did not listen to much of anything outside of her rock music. Dance music at a party was one thing, but making it a habit was entirely different. She raised her hands in mock defense. "Hey bro, I never said the gnomes weren't real. I just don't wanna admit it to everyone else. I can't afford to go back to the asylum just yet." She had yet to have her fill of life after being stuck in a padded room for days on end, with nothing but a few stuffed animals and the voices in her head. Okay, if her life was previously spent in an insane asylum people would probably notice.
"It's another one of my secrets that might land you six feed under if I tell you about it," Lark stated casually, not even looking at him as she chewed on a few more fries. Picking locks was actually pretty simple once you got the hang of it, but her expertise lay in something a little less complicated than a pad lock. Sticking a bobby pin into a bedroom door lock mechanism was way easier. She flashed him another grin and wiggled her eyebrows. "Takes a creep to know one," She countered with a chuckle. "And I hang out with you, don't I? Think about it for a minute. Maybe you subconsciously want porn drawn on your face and you are just too afraid to admit it." The girl ticked her head to the side and lifted her eyebrows a little more, tacking a smirk to her lips as an afterthought. "I mean, who doesn't? It's my life goal to wake up to penises on my face." That would be so incredibly awkward and hoped that no one would take that statement to the extreme. I will never get wasted around certain people ever again. She did not know Pacey well enough to know if he were the type to act on this, but was not willing to take chances. Imagine explaining that to other people, or Ashton. That would be interesting.
She nodded and gave him a small pout. "Yeah, I'm sure it's difficult. But we'll work through it together, okay? Group therapy and all that group shit." Like, TA, 'Teletubbies Anonymous' or something fancy like that. A group dedicated to helping people break away from their love of children's shows. "Oh really? Well, you'll have to teach me the way of the steel stomach." Some people actually claimed she did when she talked about some of the meals in Hawaii. Her favorite dishes were pretty odd and made people draw up their noses. Oh well, more for her. Pacey seemed to finish off his food quite easily but Lark did not look the least but surprised or impressed. He was a guy; downing two burgers and some extra sides was not all that great a feat. She shook her head. "I never back down from anything, remember?" Even if she knew she had a chance of losing. It was all in fun and creating good memories. After the past that was dealt her, Lark was more than ready to have something more positive. With a smirk, she snatched his onion rings and held them hostage. "Now try and finish your meal. Haha!" Without the last part of the meal that was going to be impossible.
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 25, 2012 15:22:02 GMT -5
Were they really that wack? Pacey was pretty sure that they weren't nearly as bad as the other side of the alliances, but of course he was biased. Lark had been on both sides, though -- he figured that she knew what was up, and it looked like she had chosen this one, so okay. He was pretty sure they weren't wack, or at least not in the bad way that would make people want to switch sides. They had no traitors that he was aware of. "Wack and proud," he just said simply, waggling his eyebrows at her. "Dude, he totally practices black magic, don't you know? Voodoo dolls and all that shit, man." He nodded as if completely serious. No, no, he was pretty sure Ashton did nothing of the sort, but he wouldn't have really joked about it if he thought that his friend was that kind of creepy dude. "Trust me, man. I know these things. I'm your inside guy to all the creepy Earth and Water secrets." For the most part, he didn't think they really had secrets, at least nothing crazy like the fact that any of them practiced black magic, but man, it was hard to tell. He did know his friends in the alliance pretty well, though, so that was at least a bonus.
He stared in mild amazement when she started choking on soda through her laughter. "Man, I did not know I was this funny," he said, laughing a little. He really hadn't said anything that hilarious, but his suspicions were confirmed when she was able ot speak. "Hey man, Ke-dollar sign-ha is a Head Bitch In Charge," he said, acting offended. Really he didn't know that much of her music, honestly, just the stuff that he heard on the radio whenever he wound up listening to it in the car or what-not. It really was catchy, though -- and trashy, generic pop music was just straight-up Pacey's alley, and he admitted it readily. He had no real attachment to Ke$ha Kesha herself in particular, though, so this wasn't anywhere close to his being defensive over a singer that he liked. "Dude, everyone else knows the gnomes are real too, you know. They're just not ready to admit it. Poor souls are in denial." He shook his head as if a little saddened by the thought. People could do as they pleased, though.
If he had thought that Lark were being serious, he would have been very confused and frightened by all these supposed "secrets". He figured that it was a joke, though, or at least if she knew how to pick locks that it was from some harmless pranks or something (did Fires even pull pranks?). Stilll, his eyes widened in pretend fear. "Well damn, remind me not to ask you questions anymore," he said, enjoying the act of fear. "And I resent that, I'm not that much of a creep. You take one candid picture of someone and all of a sudden..." He trailed off, pretending to "hmph" a little bit in frustration. Pacey had yet to do anything quite as creepy as take secret photos of people. He wasn't a stalker or some kind of creeper, thanks very much. "And you're right, you caught me," he said, sighing. "It's actually my lifelong ambition to have porn drawn on my face. Even better if it's in permanent marker." Maybe he shouldn't have been so casual about this just in case she decided to troll and take him up on that sometime, but he trusted that she wouldn't do such a thing.
Pretending to wipe away a tear, he nodded at her, though it looked uncertain. Their whole conversation had been full of acting and joking around, though. "O-okay. I trust you. I just can't help it, man. Po is my hero, okay." He didn't even know any of the other Teletubbies' names, now that he thought about it -- this act really was quite the stretch for Pacey, but that was the fun of it! He'd never joke about an actual secret of his. "Dude, it's easy. It's all about taking baby steps, y'know?" He grinned. "Like that thing where if you take a tiny bit of poison everyday you'll build up an immunity over time. Body learns to fight it off and stuff. Same principle!" No, that really wasn't how it worked at all. Pacey was just fortunate enough to have a fast metabolism -- all the extra calories and fats and shit seemed to just burn away into nothingness without particular effort on his part. It made things very nice. "Heyyy!" He was unashamed to say that it came out as a whine when she stole his onion rings -- he had finished off the fries at this point and those damn onion rings were the only things keeping him from his wonderful prizes. "Give those back! Or there'll be blood!" he threatened, fighting to keep the smile off his face. Even Pacey knew he would never do anything drastic.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Aug 26, 2012 13:12:21 GMT -5
"I knew it," Lark said with conviction, smacking her hand on the table. So Ashton was some sort of Voodoo witch doctor hell bent on hypnotizing girls into liking him. And she thought she was beyond being controlled like that! No, obviously she knew the guy was not capable of doing that to anyone. He was such a softy. She was momentarily distracted by her thoughts before drifting back into the conversation without much of a hitch. "Then be prepared," She nodded fervently, "Because I will come to you if I need info." It would be nice to have a heads up for any of the Water's pranks, but she was not sure if anyone could be prepared for those.
It took the girl a moment to compose herself, wiping her face with one of the napkins that came with her meal. It was not necessarily hilarious but unexpected. Pacey was a funny guy though. Lark liked surrounding herself with people who could make her smile and laugh. Made life better. "She's the HBC, huh? Sounds like an STD to me." Ew, that would be nasty. Then again, she was never all that fond of Kesha and thought maybe she did have some sort of sexually transmitted disease. She was a bit biased and leaned more towards rock music, which might be why the distaste for the woman was a bit stronger than it should be. She smiled. "Well, denial is the first step. They'll come around and accept it eventually." Her tone was serious, expression rather grave. People needed to understand that these gnomes were real, right? "Maybe we'll have to host some sort of 'gnomes are real' convention. Or something." That would be incredibly strange but possibly fun.
She wiggled her eyebrows a little bit, a mischievous smile on her face. It amused Lark because yes, she did have quite a few secrets but none of them were worth killing over. Maybe. There were only a few people who knew about her past and certain bits of information about her, and unfortunately Pacey was not one of those few. At least not yet. "Ohoho," She said suggestively, clicking her tongue. "And who was this a candid photo of? You are incredibly naughty Pace. Stalking and taking pictures of people. For shame." If he actually did, she was not beyond being a little creeped out herself. Fortunately Lark was a bit more trusting of her friends than she liked to let on and had a feeling that Pacey would not do something crazy stupid like that. "Oh, I figured it was. I mean, who doesn't enjoy a good dose of artistic talent doodled on your face?" She shrugged, taking his admittance in stride and acting as though she knew of his little secret all along. It was good she did not usually take things all too seriously when having these discussions otherwise there would be cause for concern on her part. "I'll keep it in mind, though. Just watch your back...or your face."
She looked totally amused. "It's because he's short and red and has the coolest looking antenna, isn't it." She could not even remember what the antenna looked like, just that all of those creepy fuckers had one and they were all different shapes. Working with kids often made you remember even the strangest things, and it often made people look at you funny. Lark's smile faded a little and her expression returned to one of neutrality. "So you're saying that in order to test out your stomach of steel I should slip poison into your drink?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well damn. I guess you'll be immune to what I already put in there then." Yeah, like she would actually put poison into her friend's drink. That would be an extremely low ball move. She laughed as he started to whine, her arm guarding the onion rings from his reach. Oh, he would get them back but not that easily. Took the fun out of it. "Whose blood? Yours or mine?" The smirk was devilish; playful, but devilish all the same. "Come at me, bro. I dare you to snatch them from me."
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Post by PACEY LUCAS BAEK on Aug 27, 2012 17:35:07 GMT -5
Pacey had to say that Ashton and Lark were actually... actually cute, and it was a weird thing to say, because Lark -- while smart and pretty and obviously pretty damn funny -- was one of the furthest things he could have thought of when he thought "cute". He wasn't about to say so, though, because she was scary in the best sense of the word -- such a badass -- but really, it was good that she and Ashton were happy together. He definitely liked both of them, and he would have bet his limbs that Ashton did not practice black magic in secret. "All the info you need, guaranteed to be correct at least twenty-two percent of the time," he said, snickering. That wasn't a very good guarantee at all and he knew it. He knew a chunk of them pretty well but others were a different story.
He knew that people probably thought his music was all noise and synthesizer and bad "singing", but hey, Pacey enjoyed life. He kind of listened to whatever the heck he wanted to, so it was all over the map. Catchy things were definitely up there most on the list, but there were other things too scattered all over the place. "HBIC, that's what's up," he said, grinning. He was in a good, easygoing mood. "Maybe that's the meaning of 'Your Love is My Drug', eh?" He wasn't beyond humour even when it came to people he liked and musicians he really did enjoy. Plus, she seemed to be having fun with all of it, and he figured that this was always a plus. "Isn't the second step anger, though? As long as they're not angry at me..." He couldn't be blamed for wanting to show them the light! They should really get angry at the gnomes for existing and stealing socks from the drier in the first place. "Maybe we should! That'd be fun, actually. We could hand out t-shirts and wristbands at the door, and have workshops on how to do laundry and the dangers of gnome infestations... Oh, good stuff." Pacey would love to run some of those workshops, or the whole convention even. He did stupid, wacky things like that sometimes.
"I couldn't help it!" he said, pretending to blurt it out like it was some kind of awful, dark secret. "She was just so pretty!" God, no, Pacey was not that creepy, and he honestly felt a little grossed out just at the thought -- no longer able to keep up the act he just made a face, wrinkling his nose. He had a serious weakness for pretty girls, especially on first meetings, and it was a sad thing that he was well, well aware of, but it wasn't something he'd ever act on in such a way. As far as teenage guys went, he was pretty sure he was actually a pretty respectful dude in general, actually. There was no sleuthing around taking naughty pictures, no sir. He trusted that Lark knew this, though. "I never knew you were so artistically inclined," he said, shaking his head a little. Drawing dicks on people's faces wasn't exactly good indication of someone's artistic ability... or interest, actually.
Pacey just laughed when she described Po. It was actually because he had a friend back in Toronto who'd dyed his hair some obnoxious shade of red (Pacey wasn't the only one back there with crazy hair, alright) and they'd started calling him Po... but yes, alright, considering this was the only Teletubbie he remembered, he'd just say he was the best one. "Damn straight. Those other guys can't even compete with his antenna. And I mean, us short guys gotta stick together." Pacey wasn't too short or anything, at least not by his own standards, but there were definitely way taller guys out there. Hell, even Lark was taller than him, he was pretty sure. "That's right, can't beat me with poison. I knew it tasted funny, though... You slipped it in when you went for those onion rings earlier, didn't you?" he asked, his eyes widening as if he'd just had a revelation. Still, he was supposed to be "immune" to such a thing, so he took a long sip of his drink. It was almost gone, anyway. He figured that it was part of this meal he was supposed to finish -- but that would be awfully difficult if she kept withholding his food from him. "Definitely yours. That the way you want to play it?" he asked, looking offended. "Alright then, let's do it. I challenge you to a duel! To the death!" He raised up a fist and looked at her warily. Pacey was, of course, talking about Rock, Paper, Scissors.
(welp, spontaneous end of thread! <3)
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