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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Sept 13, 2011 17:23:47 GMT -5
Ace continued smiling as she Gibb slapped him, "I don't know momma, your supposed to unconditionally love me," he said acting all cute. Ace gave her a laugh, he knew she never really try and intentionally hurt him, not that wasn't very Nell like at all. He didn't think Nell could really purposefully hurt anyone really. Then she made the comment about being hood and he put on a overly serious face, crossed his arms and leaned back looking down at her. "Yo what up dawg?!" He said using a stereotypical hood voice. He was only kidding, he didn't have any idea what happened at the hood. He lived in the forest, there were no thugs, there were wanna-be-thugs of course, but mostly non-thugs. Ace shook his head, "Last time was around Christmas," he informed her, " I can't really come home much because of the price of planes and stuff. So a yearly trip home is all I get." He said with a shrug. Sure he got homesick sometimes, but Canada was becoming one of his homes.
Ace gave her a warm smile, " I can show you around, and show you all the cool places I hung around at." He said thinking of the lake and his tree house that was deep in the forest behind his house, and other cool hiding places he and Ray could hang out in. "And I think you'd like my sister," Ace said remembering that his sister didn't live very far from home like he did. No she was maybe an hour away two if there was traffic, but she didn't live too far away from home. Last he heard from her was only a month or two ago and she didn't have a boyfriend yet, he wondered if maybe she wasn't interested in boys.
Ace gave a defeated sigh as he looked at the small kitten, "Fine fine. You win kitty, you win." He said shaking his head, eyes downcast at the floor. Man that cat was too cute for it's own good. A face like that could get away with anything, that's for damn sure. He gave her a grin as she threw his comment straight back at him. "And while were on the subject of making sure things are safe. Make sure you stay safe," Ace said putting air quotes around the word safe and nudging her with his elbow trying to get his stupid point across.
Ace followed after Nell walking too the store, it was fun seeing the neighborhood, though it was sorta poor looking. As they got to the supermarket Ace took the cart and started giving it a push walking alongside with Nell. As they passed through the aisle's his eyes started to wander, he glanced at a girl who was sighing staring up at a box that was at the top of the shelf. She reached up and stood on her tippie toes but it was just out of reach. Ace left the cart in Nell's capable hands and went over to help the blond girl. "Hey there do you need any help?" He asked. The girl turned to him her short blue summer dress swirling around her. She was nearly a head shorter than him, but she seemed to be older. She looked up at him , contemplating on whether to receive his help or not, then finally giving in " Yea I need help."
Ace was more than happy to oblige he reached up and handed the box too her. The girl put it in her cart and gave him a smile. The two exchanged pleasantries and spoke for a few minutes, Ace was trying to pull off as a charming guy. Eventually she had to leave but before that, she pulled out a piece of paper, what appeared to be a shopping list, wrote something quickly down and ripped it off handing it too Ace. She smiled and left and Ace walked to Nell a triumphant smile on his face.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 13, 2011 20:33:39 GMT -5
Nell almost lost it when Ace did his hood voice, resulting in a not-quite-witheld snort. Recovering she said, ”It’s more like ‘Fogettaboutit, you’ll be swimming with the fishes.” Nell didn’t have to fake the New Yorker accent for that one. She had more experience with the mafia that ‘didn’t exist’ than hoods. Of course, she’d seem them around but her mother was like the freaking don. She knew much more about that than any sort of gangsters. Ironic, really. Gangs proudly proclaimed their presence on the streets—organized criminal organizations pretended that they didn’t exist. And she still didn’t really know what went on, but she had a feeling it wasn’t like the movies or Hollywood. It didn’t mean she wasn’t terrified of her aunt, however.
Nell felt a pang of empathy for Ace when he told her that he only got visit home once a year. He said it rather nonchalantly, but still. He must have loved his family, and only being able to see the ones you love at the end of each year? It was rather disheartening. ”I can buy you a plane ticket any time, just ask!” she said quickly before she could think about what she was saying. That was an odd thing to tell someone, right? Especially since Ace didn’t know where she was getting her money from. People just didn’t offer plane tickets. She just wanted to help. ”I’m actually going back to New York around Christmas time, too,” she said, a bit pathetically. For a murder trial you know nothing about. Because I’m a killer. And you don’t know. ”I may drive on over.” She smiled a bit when he talked of his home, sounding like he really loved the place. ”I’d definitely like that. Especially since I want to ask your sister how she ever put up with you.” Nell added the last part on with a cheeky grin. She heard him talk about her before, even though she had quite the shock when he’d mistakenly called her Mia—her mother’s name.
Nell dropped the cat to the floor so he could find something to get himself into. He may have been a bit of a homewrecker, but she didn’t know what she would do without him. She didn’t even want to think about how things would have turned out had Josh not come over that day with the two kitties. Rolling her eyes as she was nudged, she swatted him away and said, ”I’m going to pretend that was an innocent comment.” But this was Ace, so of course it wasn’t. ”Would you like to throw in ‘that’s what she said’ or is that just implied?” A virgin she may be, but she was not a prude. She probably wouldn’t have gotten along as well as she did with Ace if she were. Unfortunately, her naivete on certain things made it a bit difficult. But she was always doing research, which was a blessing and curse in one.
As Ace busied himself with a pretty girl, she went looknig for her necessities, which was about half of the supermarket’s stock. Catching a bit of the conversation, she thought back to one with Josh in the library when she’d asked if he usually picked up girls at bars and he responded that he certainly didn’t go around supermarkets. Take that, Josh. Since she hadn’t ever been involved in the dating game or anything, she didn’t know how people usually went about things. But apparently, supermarkets were a good voyeur for flirting and a part of her wanted to inform Josh of that for bragging rights. When he came back, Nell looked at him mischeviously. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t know that girls were on your shopping list,” she teased him gently, throwing a box of cereal into the car. ”C’mon, keep pushing, my pet.” After there was a quite literal hill in her cart, she paid for everything and handed half of the bags to Ace. ”Sorry about this, but since we walked…” And the trip back to the car was certainly not fun at all lugging the bags, and when they got back she nearly tripped over and dropped the bags. Catching herself in time, she gave a thumbs up to Ace and carried everything into the kitchen. ”We still have some time before dinner,” she said, looking at the clock on her stove. ”Anything else you want to do?”
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Sept 17, 2011 15:15:18 GMT -5
Ace tilted his head, "More mafia like then?" Ace stretched out his hands stepped back pretended to be holding a Tommy gun and squinted at her. "Say hello to my little friend!" He said loudly then he made machine gun noises and twisted and turned as if he were shooting invisible enemies. Scarface, he had actually never seen it. But if you had never ever heard of that quote before, or known where it came from, Ace would certify you as living under a rock. The mafia was so much better than actual gangs. Gangs were all about being out and about, making publicity. The Mafia was quiet underground, making dirty money under pretty tables, doing dirty jobs in the dark of night. Nothing like the violence Gangs had. Mafia had silent violence, they were smart, calculated, unlike the gangs.
Ace looked up at her, "No no!" He said waving his hands, "It's alright, I'm fine. My parent's pay for the tickets." He said smiling. Then he gave Nell a smile "Thanks for the thought though Nell." Ace gave her a grin, his pride was still too big for him to accept money from a friend. He only stooped that low when things got bad. "Plane tickets are expensive though. Not to pry or anything, but you can afford a plane ticket?" He said tilting his head. They were expensive, that's why he can't go whenever he wanted too. So how did she afford them? "New York at Christmas, from all the movies that I've seen it's a pretty awesome place to go." He said remembering movies like Home Alone, or that one with that little girl who lives in that hotel. "It's more like how I put up with her." He said jokingly, him and his sister had a good relationship but he annoyed her a few times. Maria was her full name but he called her Mia for short.
Ace gave the little trouble maker a pet as he passed through Ace's legs. Ace grinned as she swatted him away. An innocent comment? When'd did he ever give an innocent comment? He gave her a laugh, "It was implied, though I do love to say that." He said with a grin. Ace was glad that he could joke around with Nell like he could with his other friends. He knew a few girls who were prude and didn't like to listen to stupid immature comments that Ace through around when he was relaxing with his friend.
As Ace walked up to Nell the corner of his eye he saw some guy checking Nell out. The guy was blatantly obvious about it, what an amateur. Ace got protective and as Nell teased him about the girl Ace gave her a grin. "Girls are always on my list," Ace said smiling at Nell. He didn't mind hitting on girls where ever they were. Of course not at Funerals or anything, that was just rude. They were mourning a loved one and you go and crash the funeral just to get a girl. That was really rude. Ace took the cart in one hand and when he still saw the guy oogling Nell and he started to approach the two. Ace slipped his arm around her waist. He bent his head down, "Sorry some guy was going to hit on you," Ace said whispering in her ear. "Now you should laugh, imagine monkey's dancing around in the forest." He said, that thought always made him laugh or at least smile.
Ace took on the huge amount of bags and carried them dutifully. Up and back to the car. When Nell tripped Ace made a move to catcher though he was slow because of the amount of bags that he had. Luckily she had caught herself and gave him a thumbs up. Ace carried up the bags for dinner and placed them next to the others, at her suggestion of what to do next Ace gave her a shrug. "Wanna watch Star Wars?" He asked. He loved the saga, even the newer three which some people hated.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 17, 2011 16:43:32 GMT -5
Nell didn’t like to get in too deep with her past, even the place where she came from. There were some things that shouldn’t be spoken of, and one of those things was her heritage. It was easy to joke, at least, even about the mafia which was something that hit a bit close to home. Her aunt’s illegal trafficking and organized crime had her very paranoid, but she joked along with Ace, and said, ”You wanna play rough? Okay.” She mimed the sounds of a gun, and laughed after they were done, turning to more serious conversation. Of course he turned down the plane ticket. God, you’re a bleeding heart. It was a fatal flaw, apparently. She was willing to let that go, and then he asked a worrysome question. ”I got a job at Blackjack.” She shrugged. ”It’s good pay.” Half-assed answer, but it was the best she could do. She couldn’t tell him what was really going on. And why? Because nobody needed to know about her father.
Even conversation about her old home was better than about where she was getting so much money from. ”Depends on where you go.” Just like anywhere else, there were good places and bad places in New York. Upstate was definitely pretty, but Ace was probably thinking of the city. But she didn’t have the nads to tell him that she’d never seen the city at Christmas. Well, not the nicer parts of the city, at least. ”Still a high chance you’d get mugged even on Christmas.” She said this jokingly, because Nell wasn’t pessimistic like that. Even though she’d see the worse of human nature, she wasn’t about to think the worse of everything. Since keeping the conversation on Ace better suited her, she said, ”Well, I’ll just have to see that for myself eventually.”
Throwing a box of cereal into the cart, Nell shook her head while smiling. This was Ace, of course girls were always on his list. ”Ashame that the ladies usually have food on their list,” she teased. She was about to poke some more fun at her friend, when she felt his arm around her waist and then him whispering in her ear. What he said actually did manage to make her laugh, even though it wasn’t charming and feminine—more like an unattractive snort, and afterward she clamped a hand over her mouth. She poked him in the side with her other hand before leaning into say, ”I can handle myself with creeps, you know.” But it was nice to have Ace to play pretend boyfriend. ”Thanks anyway, oh chivalrous one.”
Back in the apartment, Nell shook her hair out. She always got headaches by the end of the day because of her hair clip, and even though her usually straight locks must have looked unruly, she couldn’t care less. This was Ace, and besides, she was barely high-maintence to start with. ”Good idea. I’ve got a collection in the box next to the television. You’ll have to sift through other DVDs.” A lot of her collection included action and superhero movies and comedies and anything she could get her hands on. She liked movies and pop culture quite a bit, not to mention comic books and just books. She was taking in everything she couldn’t geti n her life before. ”I’ll go make popcorn.” Nell used the stovetop Jiffy Pop instead of the microwave, and honestly, she thought it tasted better. Returning to the living ‘area’, she plopped down on the couch, her eyes always catching the picture perched atop her television. The sisters were hugging each other in that picture, and she wondered if people would be able to tell the difference between the two of them even though they were identical twins. Tilly was the horribly underweight one with a barely-there smile. ”How about a movie marathon?” she suggested to Ace. She had the entire saga—why not?
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Sept 21, 2011 19:12:52 GMT -5
Ace stared, bar tending at Blackjack, honestly he didn't think that it was such a great place. But hey if the girl got a new job he should congratulate her, maybe they paid her extra or something. "Congrats!" He said with a grin. He was still iffy on the subject of how much she had gotten paid.
Ace nodded, a lot of placed depended on the area you went too. Usually the nicest areas of a certain place were advertised, making places seem like they were so much nicer than other places. With just a little amount of great photos you could advertise a dump but still have it look like it was some sort of vacation spot. Ace laughed at her next comment. "Mugged by Santa, what are the odds." He said trying to imagine a guy in a big red suit and white beard trying to mug someone. "I hope you get to meet her soon. I'm sure the two of you would click." Now that he thought about Nell and his sister were pretty similar. They were both bubbly happy people. Nell was bad with a microwave, Maria was bad with a toaster. Nell was a bartender, Maria was a waitress, though he didn't see many comparisons in that one.
Ace grinned at her comment ready to come back with his own. "Oh but I'm all the food they'll need." He tried to come up with a great line, but he regretted that the moment he said it. He was sure it would coax a snort out of Nell. He allowed himself a laugh, not at the dancing monkeys thought, but more at the snort that she made. "You know that was actually a little cute, didn't know you could do that." Ace said teasing. "Yea I feel bad for those creeps, that's why I had to let this one live another day." He said with a grin as he pushed the cart along pulling some ground beef out of the cold shelf place. He placed it in the cart and got some potatoes and a bag full of veggies. "Shepard's pie for dinner Ms. Shepard?"
Ace nodded, and searched through the box of DVDs careful not to fall into the soft spot beside the it. He found a lot of comedies, and he was sure he saw a few X-men ones too. Then he found them, all six of the Star-Wars franchise. He pulled them out one by one as if they were a great treasure. He opened the first one, canon order not the order they were produced in, and he popped it into the DVD player. Ace stood up and he made contact with the picture on the TV. He looked hard at it. There were two girls there, one that was rather skinny and another that looked regularly skinny. He picked up the frame gently and looked at the not normal skinny girl. There was something that reminded him of Ray. Was it the way she looked, or was it something else. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was sure that there was something similar.
Ace turned around and looked at Nell. "Who's this?" Ace questioned pointing at the skinny girl. His mind was curious now, who was the girl, she looked a lot like Nell, but still not the exact same.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 22, 2011 16:21:46 GMT -5
Nell lifted her eyebrows trying her best not to laugh at his mugging Santa joke. ”It happens homes,” she told Ace. ”One second you’re walking past the Salvation Army donations, and the next a jolly big fat man is dangling you by the feet and shaking your wallet out of your pants.” For whom the bell tolls, right? Quitting with the silliness (mostly) she gave him one of her warm, sincere smiles. ”I’m sure too.” It was very hard to make Nell hate you, and she was certain since it was Ace’s sister that she would get along just well…and most likely harrass him. She sounded like that kind of sister, anyway. It reminded her of Tilly—the girl just loved teasing her twin.
”That was not cute,” she said through giggling, cupping her hand over her mouth and nose. Ace managed to make her laugh like that a lot though—most of her friends did, with the things that came out of their mouths some times. She knew now not to drink any liquid when she was around people now. She couldn’t predict when an off-handed comment would make her break down into a fit of giggles. Nell smiled at his shepherd’s pie remark. It was especially funny to her because he didn’t know that she named herself after the food. And she prefered Nell Shepherd to Nell Doe Sinclair Fuentes any day. ”Sounds good to me,” she chirped. ”It’s my favorite, after all.” Would that seem at all suspicious? Her favorite food being the same as her last name? Even if he did notice, it wasn’t like he could know that she’d fled America and changed her name.
She grinned with pride as Ace revelled her collection of movies, and was surprised when Ace took notice of the picture on her TV. There was a reason she put it on the television. Nell may not have talked about it, but she wanted to get better about it. It was ten years ago—she needed to stop mourning. Because she wanted to tell people, “That’s my sister, and she was the most wonderful person in the world.” She wanted to tell others how much Tilly had liked Kafka and Chaucer and Tolstoy, books Nell used to take from the library and read to her, hiding them under the mattress before returning them to the library. She wanted to tell them how she always used to call her older-by-two-minutes sister out for letting her win at cards, and the determined pout on her gaunt face whenever she focused on her hand. Nell wanted people to know about her twin, and then tell their own children about a little girl who used to be the only light in Nell’s world. Before it flickered and faded and those brown eyes closed for the last time. The last light knew then was of the burning paper cranes.
Nell wanted to say these things…but she was weak. She was still the little girl grieving, the little girl who had never been taught how to correctly deal with tragedy and was abruptly forced out of her mourning. ”My twin sister, Tilly,” she told Ace fondly. With a bit of a smirk, she said, ”I don’t know if you would have liked her, she was a little snarker. But she was a beautiful girl.” Intelligent, smart-ass, naïve—and there would never be another like her. Nell wished she could introduce Ace to her sister like he could his, but it wasn’t possible. And her use of past-tense must have made that clear.
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Sept 26, 2011 19:18:03 GMT -5
"Really I was picturing Santa and one of his elves trying to beat me up with a plastic reindeer." He said grinning. "But I bet that they'd use that money for donations." Ace said giving the mugging Santa a good reason to well mug. He gave her a grin, "I can already see you two trying to prank the hell out of me." Ace said. Maria was one of the best prankers Ace had known. He lived with her and learned a few tricks too. If she had powers like he did, Ace was positive that she'd be in Water. Not because she pranked often, but because of her pranking genius. When she pranked you, you knew she pranked you. And none of her pranks ever hurt anyone, but they did sometimes, embarrass you. He knew the feeling.
Ace glanced away, knowing his failure of not being able to be cute. "Sh-shush." He said mad at himself. Why couldn't he think of something cute to say on the spot? It was usually one of his best talents. Well At least he was able to make her laugh. He loved doing that, not just to her specifically, but to everyone. He loved to make people laugh. He didn't think there was enough laughing in the world. Too much sad things, death, starvation, wars, general unhappiness. Laughing was the best medicine, spiritually of course. But then again when someone felt happy they did feel better. He liked making kids laugh, it was an innocent laugh that he really did like. He grinned at her mentioning her favorite food. "That's pretty awesome, your name being Shepard after all." He said with a grin.
Ace looked at her and gave her a grin, "Snarkie is fun." Ace said putting the picture back. Then he replayed the sentence in his head again she WAS a little snarker Ace blinked for a second. Then he realized what she meant by was. "Oh Nell," He sat down beside her as the disk started to play and images of the selection screen popped up. " I'm sorry," He said with sad eyes. He didn't mean to bring up any bad memories for her. He knew what it was like to remember someone pass. Sure there was always the good things, but with the good came the bad. And the bad was always worse than what it had been. He wanted to do something, hug her or put his arm around her, but he felt awkward to do any of those things, so instead he put his head on her shoulder, unsure of what to do.
((tottally just screwed up the Word Count Average for this thread...))
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 26, 2011 20:42:19 GMT -5
Her eyes widened as if with a sudden revelation. ”That’s where they get their money from. I think we should go to the papers with this, Ace. Big scandal and all.” Then came the topic of pranking him with his sister, which turned her lips up into a mischevious grin, as if to verify his words. Then, with a serious façade, Nell sighed. ”I’m an Earthie? I don’t indulge in the pranks you Water folk like.” Very untrue since she was roped into pranks often enough. Harmless ones, of course. Unless you crossed her, and pretty much the only way to do that was to cross one of her friends or hurt them in any way. She smiled, thinking of how her guilt was like a snake—it slithered its way into her stomach and coiled up around it. Nell hated lying, she really did. ”I think it’s just an awesome coincidence.” No, it was very much intentional because she was a fugitive and she wanted to yell this to Ace, scream at him, “Don’t you see what I’ve done? Isn’t it clear that I’m a murderer?” Sometimes it was really just too much, and she wanted to spill everything. But there was the fear and always that distrust and she hated feeling that way with Ace. So she didn’t. She pushed it away.
Speaking of things she pushed away, she really was trying to get better with the topic of Tilly. She remembered that even going into slight detail, just thinking about the girl made her choke up with Josh. She remembered his hand on hers, and looked down at them now in her lap. Tilly died holding her hand. Moving her brown eyes (they had the same eyes, she remembered that the most) back to the screen, she said softly, ”No, I don’t mind. It’s just that…” When she’d lost Tilly, she lost a part of herself. What they said about twins was right—they were two sides of a coin, two halves of a whole. And without each other, they just weren’t the same people without the other to balance them out. It was difficult to explain that part to people. ”It was ten years ago that she passed, but…you never get over that, not really.” Maybe if she’d been allowed a proper grieving period, maybe if her father hadn’t left and she didn’t blame him for the death, maybe if their life hadn’t been labelled as a tragedy—maybe she could have been normal and spoke of her twin like a normal person who’d experienced terrible events and gotten over them. She wanted the fondness and the acceptance. All she had was the sadness. Nell smiled when she felt Ace’s head against her shoulder, a gesture of comfort he seemed fond of. ”I miss her,” she said, almost like an afterthought. And she almost couldn’t ignore that serpent in her gut.
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Sept 28, 2011 19:32:44 GMT -5
Ace gave a gasp. "I thought so! No wonder Sally Ann has so many stores!" He said using Salvation Armies nickname. "We might become Famous!" He said with a grin. It would be pretty awesome if they did become famous. Ace wouldn't mind being Famous, it just put a little more stress on him than it should. When he was a kid he wasn't one for attention. He preferred to shine the spotlight than be in it. He smiled, "Eh I've seen a few Earthies try to pull a prank or two, granted they weren't as good as us Waters," He said shrugging, "But it was a good effort." Ace gave her a smile a trusting smile, Ace had no idea that Nell was really fugitive. He thought she was just a girl who had moved here to go to the Academy. He thought she was just a normal girl, though Nell was anything but. He had no idea that Nell had committed matricide, nor did he have idea that she had ran away. "It is pretty awesome ain't it?"
Ace placed his hand on her knee. He gave her a sad smile, "I understand." He did understand, he did remember when Ray died. Just seeing his scar made him go into a panic attack, or made him start crying. He missed his friend, but he had faced the truth. He was better now, but he hadn't gotten over it, you can't truly get over someones death like that. "I'm still not over Ray's death." He said quietly to her. The two had a bit in common. They both had people who were so close to them, they were basically one person, then unfair and cruel death ripped them away. Ace shared in her sadness, understood it, so he knew what she felt over the subject. Ace gently gave her knee a squeeze of comfort, "I miss her too," he wasn't speaking of Tilly, but his own girl, his own other half. Ray was his light back then, and sometimes he missed that smile, or that laugh of hers. "The best we can do, is remember them," Wisdom was something Ace liked to delve into, trying his best to comfort her. "They'll live on in our hearts," It was corny but it seemed to have fit this situation the best. Ace was trying to cheer her up, but he didn't know if he was even doing a good job. He hoped he was, he didn't like seeing his friend sad. It caused a chain effect of sadness, something Ace didn't want to see. "I guess, all we can really hope for, is if their last thought was a nice one." He said quietly, sure he was quoting Scrubs, but hell it fit the moment.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Sept 29, 2011 15:39:14 GMT -5
Clicking her tongue at Ace’s words, the Earth girl warned, ”We may have to conceal our identies though. Like Deepthroat. We could be…Fellatio.” Thank god for research, informing her of things she wouldn’t otherwise know about. Nell’s eyes squinted with a gleam as she said, ”Do not underestimate us. Those sticky little thorn balls? It’s not fun trying to take all those off your clothes.” She remembered hiking before and finding the little things clinging to her socks. You didn’t get those in the city unless you came across a vacant lot or some other deserted place.
She didn’t want memories of Tilly to make her sad, because the girl had been the happiest part of her childhood. No, maybe not. It was more of a bittersweet feeling. Because they were in the worse sort of invironment a child could grow up in. Thinking of Tilly’s dry humor, the way her eyes narrowed when looking at a hand of card, her bony fingers that Nell used to hold whenever she had a night terror, the Earth student turned her face to catch Ace’s eye and said, ”I don’t think we’re ever get over them. Maybe it’s better that way.” So they wouldn’t forget. Ace was right, in too many heartbreaking ways—all she had now were her memories and the pictures she didn’t burn. She and her father were the only people who knew Tilly for who she was, and Nell didn’t want the world to forget she’d existed. She wasn’t sad, not really, even though it was a rocky subject and she was anchored by Ace's grip on her leg. ”Thanks JD,” Nell said when he made her laugh with the Scrubs joke. Then she thoguht of something. ”Tilly’s last words were ‘We are blessed’.” It was weeks before she died, though, when she still had the energy to speak. Nell had been musing over those words ever since. ”She smiled when she closed her eyes. I think she was finally happy then.” Even though Nell had to wonder if the girl blamed her sister for what had happened. Because Nell certainly did.
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Oct 3, 2011 15:18:49 GMT -5
Ace snorted, and he never snorted unless it was seriously funny. "Really? Fellatio?" Ace said trying to catch his breath. "Do you even know what that is? 'Cause I know you have your virgin mind," He said teasingly. He of course knew what that was, but he knew Nell was like, one of the most innocent people he knew. When he told her about those little annoying thorn balls he gasped in horror. "You wouldn't dare!" He said a faux expression of shock and horror displayed on his face. Those things were so annoying, he hated them really. They were so annoying and horrible to get off.
Ace gave her a sad smile "Maybe it is." He mused about that, he never wanted to forget his best friend, his love, his other half. No the day he forgot her is the day he died. He wanted to remember her, wanted to her to live on in his memory. Hell every Christmas when he went home he went to visit his friend's grave. He talked to her, told her how he was doing, and hoped she was doing great where she was. He hoped that message got up to her, he really really hoped that it did. Ace smiled at Nell, and himself, he was able to get her to laugh, over this sad subject. "Those are good words," He said happily. "I married Ray before she died," He mused, so technically he was a widower. Even if it was actually legal or anything, there was no judge, just them and God as their witness. "I think, they were both happy when they passed on. And you know what, first thing I'm doing when I reach those pearly gates, is to just hug her. First thing I do, screw saying hi to the big guy up there," Ace said that determinedly trying to make this somewhat down moment happier.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 4, 2011 15:32:54 GMT -5
Nell gave a mock pout, only proving Ace’s point of innocence. ”If I didn’t know,” she said, jabbing a finger into his stomach, ”I wouldn’t have made the reference.” She smiled then, a hint of deviousness in it. ”Besides, the internet is a glorious thing.” It was true—she didn’t have that much innocence left. No, that was a lie she’d very much like to believe. She was still completely a virgin in every way. Continuing the joking about sticker thorns, Nell lowered her voice. ”Be afraid.”
She wondered where Tilly was buried, a sudden and abrupt thoguht. She used to go to the nearby cemetary sometimes to look for the girl’s headstone and she never did find it. Tilly had faded far too literally. ”Married?” Nell said, her smile nostalgic with Ace’s memories. And what had she and Tilly done? Wasted away in a shack of a house. Nell tried to give her sister a childhood, but the girl deserved to have seen something outside of the four walls of their cramped room, shared bed shoved up against the wall. If it wasn’t the gunshots waking them up, it was Till’s night terrors. Ace spoke of an after life then, and she smiled almost faltered. It would be nice to see Tilly again, but Nell didn’t want to think about an afterlife. ”Sounds like a good plan,” she murdered, smile still in tact. She’d have to figure something out for herself.
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