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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 13, 2012 13:45:08 GMT -5
Nell smiled fondly at the girl's disagreement. Some babies didn't even cry, or so she'd been told. That's what her father had said to her, that she had never cried once. Urban legend or not, she didn't know. But vomit was something she could agree on. "Hairballs too. Those aren't the best things to step into when going to the bathroom in the middle of the night." The first time she did such a thing with Pablo in her apartment she'd turned completely white. It did not sit well with her to be stepping in things that should not be lying around her apartment like that. Annabel commented on the winter being cruel to plants, and it was like a stab to the heart. When would the thaw come? Even as she wondered, she knew the answer was in a long while. "Yeah," she said somberly. "Most of them, at least. There are winter flowers, like pansies and snowdrop." They couldn't grow as large as other ones, but they kept her content when she could not have her tulips and sunflowers.
Thinking of New York was odd in a way that couldn't be described. How should she feel about it? There was no reason to hate it even though it was where she came from. The city had done nothing wrong to her. "It depends on which parts you go to. Upstate's really nice, and so is Manhattan." The Upper East Side was where all the mansions and estates were, where her family lived. The other boroughs, it really depended where you went. There were areas of the Bronx that were nice, but overall it was just the ghetto, row houses and chain link fences. She shook her head at the mention of Tri-Attack. "Only if there's a status effect. Otherwise it's just the kind of attack you resort to when Earthquake cannot be used." One for Earthquake, zero for Tri-Attack. Maybe it was just her Earth pride that made her think so. Even the thought of being crushed to death under a lair brought slight panic. She'd have to make a very big lair to be comfortable in, then. "That is the worst thought I've had in a long time," she deadpanned, shaking her head slowly.
There was no real ulterior motive for wanting a pig. They were cute, she liked cute things, and she could sympathize. She herself was a pig in human form, after all. Having a pet would be like having a mini-Nell around the house, eating everything. "Think I am gonna ask..." she said. They did have a lot of space, and the pig wouldn't be too big anyway. Bigger than the cats, but not even a large dog. It may have been a strange animal to own, but as long as she could own one, she'd be gunning for it. "And that's why you need Driver's ed, first," Nell said with a light chuckle as she kept an eye on the eggs. She didn't want them too burnt, but a little brown was always good. "Which you'll get to do. Eventually." She wasn't going to say how she learned to drive. It certainly was not in New York because no one drove there. But it had the potential to be a funny story if Nell ever felt comfortable with telling it. "Food smells good," Nell murmured, getting a pan for the sausage and putting it on the back burner. "Takes too long, though." This was more of a statement than the truth about how she felt. She could wait forever when it came to food.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jun 14, 2012 1:44:18 GMT -5
Annabel made a face, clearly not liking the idea of stepping in hairballs either. They were pretty gross. Thankfully their cats were house-trained and so there were no urine puddles or other disgusting finds but hairballs and vomit seemed to be fair game. She supposed the poor kitties couldn't help it when they got sick but that didn't mean she wanted to step in it when she was walking around in the dark at night. "Snowdrops? Never heard of them." She sounded interested, though it was more in the sense of being interested in most things to do with Nell. She wasn't as big on gardening as her mother or 'sister' were. "At least I know what pansies are, though." She grinned at the thought. It would be pretty sad if she didn't know what a pansy was when she was thirteen years old, like never having heard of a rose or daffodil. Speaking of which... 'Daffodils are my favourite. They're really pretty." She liked that flowers came in a range of different shapes and colours. She wished that daffodils came in more colours than just their standard yellow and a few variations with darker orange and white. They would look nice with blue or pink. Still, yellow was one of her favourite colours and she could live with that. Not everything had to come in every colour, she supposed.
She could not offer an accurate opinion of Maple Hollow in comparison to other places because she had not been to many of them. She liked Nova Scotia and the Maratimes from when she'd visited but that had been to vacation and not to live. "I guess there are nice places everywhere and not so nice ones, too," she mused, bobbing her head in a cheerful nod. Downtown Maple Hollow could be a bit shifty sometimes and Josh always discouraged her from hanging around there when it started to get dark. She'd done it a few times when hanging out with friends and wasn't sure what his problem with it was. She hadn't been killed yet so she figured that was fine. "Yeah, well my flying types can beast against your Earthquake," she crooned. "Perish Song is pretty cool too. Annoying, but cool." Bam, dead in three turns. "Then again, cheap moves are cheap." She didn't like moves like Sheer Cold because she thought they were boring. What was the point in knocking your opponent out in one hit? Even if it missed most of the time, it was a cheap shot. No strategy involved, and Annabel didn't like games to be too easy or she beat them too quick. "Build the walls first and then rest before the roof," she suggested thoughtfully, lifting one foot up so that her toe touched the ground and twisting it back and forth rhythmically.
It seemed like it would be forever before she'd learn how to drive. Everything seemed far away when you were young and didn't really have any power in the world. No freedom to make your own legal decisions, you couldn't drive or drink or smoke. Not that Annabel wanted to drink or smoke but she didn't like being told that she could not do something or that she was 'too young' for anything. It bothered her. Rebellious streak. "I guess, but that's ages away," she complained, fixing her attention on the bacon and jumped back for a moment as a sharp snapping sound startled her. She laughed it off with her hand over her heart. She hated when they sizzled and popped like that, scared the life out of her. "At least it's not like, hours, or something. That's always the worst." She hated being excited for a big Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner hours before it happened because then all she could think about was how badly she wanted it to be ready already. "So what are we doing after we eat?" she asked. "Unless you're going somewhere, 'course!" She loved hanging out with Nell but if the Earth had work or other plans Annabel would leave her be. She tried not to be too much of a pest.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 17, 2012 19:48:08 GMT -5
As content as she was in cooking, she could have begun whistling like a cheery farmer siting on the back porch spitting tobacco and drinking moonshine. "Good thing you're Water, then," she joked, working a spatula under an egg. "Genus Galanthus. They're droopy little white flowers. Look like they're sad." Flowers had emotions, personalities. The dark green antisocial types, vibrant cheerful types. They lived and breathed just as anyone else. Grew and thrived and had happy little children. Flowers only lived more fleeting existences, seasonal lives. "Daffodils are nice," she said softly on the matter. Annabel likes daffodils? She thought of that as she flipped the other egg over, watching it simmer till brown.
Nell was all for getting into serious debates about Pokemon attacks. "Not of my gravity pulls them down first." She made a motion with her hand as if she just served the girl. Of course, not every Pokemon could learn that move, so it was an idle statement at best. "That move is terrible. And depressing. At least only like...five Pokemon can learn it." The best moves were the most uncommon, and she liked it that way so her babies didn't get whipped all the time. She smirked at Annabel, licked the tips of her fingers after tapping the eggs. "I'll think about it. You know, when my evil compatriots need a place to plot world domination." Her very own Legion of Doom, sitting around the screen and being evil, sipping Maitais. The life of a villain was fabulous.
It must have seemed like ages to the thirteen-year-old, but to Nell it was frightfully close. Only two or three years. She thought of something when she heard Annabel lament over time. "I could teach you," she suggested, "that way you're prepared and you know your stuff even before you take the class." That's how her friends learned, from parents letting them park the car or drive around the neighborhood. She did her best not to laugh when Annabel jumped, muffling a laugh against the back of her hand. Biting her lips together in restraint, she nodded her agreement over the issue of cooking. Recovering for the next inquiry, Nell said, "I was planning on going out back to paint. You can help, if you like." There was a specific reason as to why she needed to go outside. It was a very large painting ordeal.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jun 18, 2012 0:46:53 GMT -5
Plants being sad? Sounded like something her mother would say and it had always sounded weird to her. Plants did not have feelings according to Annabel because if she looked at it that way she'd feel incredibly disturbed every time she walked past a garden full of them. She did not want to feel disturbed by flowers. "Are there any in your garden?" Maybe she'd go and have a look at the so-called sad flowers if Nell had any of them growing right now. She liked magnolia trees, too, though she considered those trees and not flowers even if there were flowers on them. When she was a kid she used to hang off the branches and shake them, watching the petals flutter down. Was that considered plant-murder? Oops. "Only bad thing about flowers is bees. I've been stung a few times. Least I'm not allergic, though." She said this last bit with a kind of relieved afterthought. She'd need to go to the hospital for bad enough allergies and Annabel was scared of hospitals, illnesses. She blamed her brother and father for being so serious business about any sort of injury or sickness. It was frightening.
As an argumentative and competitive girl, Annabel did not like the idea of losing. Course not. She made a face and said, "Well I'll just switch to a type it's not very effective against." Because, you know, just admitting that she was beat was not good enough for Belle. Not that she was going to hold this against Nell or anything. If they'd actually been playing Pokemon and the Earth graduate had beat her then it might have been a different story but thankfully this meant that it was a simple argument and she didn't have to take it as seriously as a battle. Playing games with relatives or people she cared about was a bad idea because she didn't discriminate when it came to grudges. "Legendaries are cheap too. I don't use 'em." They were overpowered for a reason but that made it too easy and unfair. Especially in a battle against other people. Some of them were really cool, Articuno and Suicune being her favourites thus far. Groudon, too. "Yeah, 'cause you're so evil," she laughed. Nell was so nice, Annabel couldn't seriously consider her as being a villain or having evil friends.
She did like the idea of learning how to drive and she was confident to the point of cockiness most times so it wasn't like she was too worried about failing. Confidence could be good for a person but confidence in her sense of the word meant believing highly of herself even when she had no right to be doing so. "Yeah, that sounds great!" she said enthusiastically, nodding. "As long as it's a pretty open and empty space so I don't crash your car or anything 'cause that would suck." She didn't think Joshua would let her borrow his pretty sports car for driving practice and so she assumed that Nell would teach her with Gwen, unless there were other plans. "It'd be cool to know how to drive before my friends do." She grinned at the thought. Being better than other people, even in small ways, boosted her ego. "Ooh, painting? What are you painting? But sure, I'll help!" It was better than trying to work out more of her homework after all. Painting was fun and hanging out with Nell was just as great. No loss on her part!
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 21, 2012 13:01:05 GMT -5
Nell thought about it, the flowers that were growing in her garden currently. Or trying to grow, thriving as they were choked out by the winter freeze. She was careful about what she grew now. Especially if she had friends come over who didn't understand how azaleas could grow in the snow. That was not a risk she wanted to take. "Not right now, no. They'll have to wait till spring." Like most flowers. She really yearned for the season, the Earth elemental inside her curling up and shivering. "You never know," she said in that cautionary voice. "You could get stung all the time, and not have an allergic reaction and then bam! You're swelling up like a puffer fish with hives all over." That was not a pretty sight whatsoever. She didn't mind bees at all, but that didn't mean she went out to get stung by them. It was usually just a pinch anyway, not too bad. She'd never had an allergic reaction herself, but she was free of most allergies. Except for a stupid food allergy. Of all the things her body decided to reject, it had to be what she loved most. The universe had a terrible sense of humor.
Nell pondered it for a moment, and then said. "Then I'll use a different attack after. You know, this would be more fun if we were actually playing." Unfortunately, only a few of her friends actually had the original games with the original console, and even then they did not have the cable needed to link battle. Such were the woes of a game that was made in the nineties. One that she did not even play in the nineties, but that was better left unsaid. "I think using the cute little ones are all right. Like, Jirachi and Celebi." But those were powerhouses all the same. She couldn't resist them, though. Especially Celebi, being a Grass type. She felt that it was her duty to use Grass, Ground, and Poison types. Which is why she always started with Bulbasaur. And besides, Venasaur was a tank. "Let's see what you think when my regime has taken over Maple Hollow and I force everyone to wear hipster glasses and Nikes." That was totally evil, right? She didn't know how to be evil. Would pork pie hats be more evil than that?
Luckily, driving wasn't too difficult to get the hang of. Turning might take a little while, but as long as Annabel didn't take her driving knowledge from Tokyo Drift or any video games she played, Nell figured it would be easy. Even the hard things like parallel parking and K turns could be easy with a little practice. "Honestly, I would not even care if you banged up Gwen a little. Would make her a little prettier." She was mean to her PT Cruiser, but now it was out of love. Mostly, save when she decided that she would not turn on immediately. Those were the best of times. Still, she was planning on keeping the vehicle. "Don't know if I'll get Lucille done in time for that." Probably when Annabel was fourteen, that seemed like a good age to start. Not too young, not too old. She knew some people learned even younger. "People will be asking for rides from you all the time." That's what happened when you were the only one out of a group of friends with a car. And she would have a car, because this was a car-loving family, goshdarnit. "It's kind of a mural type deal. Basically, it's splashing paint on a huge canvas." It was more fun to throw paint at the thing then it was to sit and focus for hours. She guessed that's why there were a lot of abstract artists. They were easier to pull off.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jun 22, 2012 3:53:05 GMT -5
Annabel blinked in confusion, tilted her head almost comically as she looked at Nell. Some of her hair fell out from behind her ear and she tucked it back behind as she said, "But I thought you said they were winter flowers?" Annabel assumed that winter flowers meant that they bloomed in winter and were active in winter but she did not know enough about flowers and gardens to really argue this point, was instead looking to Nell for guidance. She would believe anything her 'sister' told her because her idolization for the Earth was incredible. "That can happen?" She sounded almost worried for a moment as she shuddered, then shrugged. "Sure it won't, though, I'm pretty lucky with allergies. I'm not allergic to anything." The girl sounded proud of this fact as she boasted of it. It was possible she was allergic to something and simply hadn't discovered what that something was quite yet but Annabel was fearless and didn't tend to believe that she was in any danger until it was slapping her across the face. She still had the childish belief that she was invincible along with everyone that she loved. They couldn't die because they mattered to her and she wasn't going to die because that only happened in movies, right? Such was her mentality.
Fun was often debateable when someone got competitive with Annabel. She was having fun until she started losing and then she started to take a hit in terms of her mood, snapping at the other person if they bragged but then bragging herself if she was able to score a kill against them. She was a sore loser to the extreme. Still, she said, "I'd kick your ass, I bet! We should totally play some time!" Annabel had all the old systems as well as the new ones. Some of her gamer friends from school came over to play with the NES or the Atari because they didn't have one of their own and they thought it was really cool. Old school. She had the original Gameboy, too, and link cables for her Advance. She had two Advance's so that she could trade between them, two DS for the same reason. "They're cute but only for personal parties. Using them for PVP is lame." She shook her head as if in disappointment. "Not too many people have Jirachi or Celebi anyway since they're so rare." They weren't like Groudon or Zapdos in that they could easily be obtained through a fight that the game practically led you to anyway. "That's not evil," she giggled. "As long as you don't make people walk around in nothing but suspenders or something." Now that would be plain old cold.
She sniggered when Nell insulted Gwen, always amused by the Earth's bashing of her poor PT Cruiser. She was so unloved next to Lucille but Annabel didn't understand why like another car enthusiast might. She didn't see what was so ugly about the cruiser. Probably why she wasn't an enthusiast. Besides, she couldn't drive. "Why, how long's it gonna take?" She figured that fixing up a car shouldn't be too hard. Why was it taking Nell so long? Was it because of school? Oh, she was ignorant of so many things, Annabel was. She listened to what Nell said about the painting, blinked. "Oh, okay, cool! What's it for, though?" Was there a point to splashing a bunch of paint onto a canvas? Not that it really mattered to Belle. She would do it anyway simply because Nell was and that made it cool. Her logic was clearly not something that could be argued with. When the food was done, the Water tried not to eat too fast despite how hungry she was or talk with her mouth full. Her parents had always hated that but she was so enthusiastic about conversation that sometimes it was all too easy to forget. "I'm guessing you're doing it outside 'cause of the mess, yeah?" Painting could definitely be a tad messy but that had never deterred Annabel from anything before.
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