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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jun 8, 2012 12:17:09 GMT -5
Lark was looking forward to a potential movie night. After all of the craziness that was her winter break she was glad to have some normal hang out time with her friends. No major stress, no distracting thoughts, no feeling depressed. She would have her moments--who didn't?--but at least the worst of the storm had passed. She almost offered to bring a few of her own movies over when she remembered that they too went up in flames. For some reason that did not bother her as much as it could have. Perhaps the lack of attachment to them left her a bit numb. "Since I don't work on weekends that'll definitely work out," Lark agreed with a nod. "We can just go and grab some of our favorite junk food and popcorn and stuff. If you wanna go and buy a few movies that you want instead, we can do that." She might go out of her way to buy a few for herself as well. What could it hurt? Although it will not be very big she was setting aside some money for a TV to take with her to the dorms when she moved in. What was a TV without a few good movies? Lark finally managed to calm down her bout of laughter long enough to try and recompose herself. It was all so painful now after trying to stop, and every few seconds she would emit a little chuckle to show she was still amused. She had quite a few friends now after switching alliances but not many of them could leave her crying from laughing so hard. Nell and Gale had left her in tears quite a few times after their antics and loved every moment. Ashton and Josh were fun to joke around with too but she had not yet found those times where they were literally rolling around laughing over something silly or stupid. Hopefully soon.
"Ohhh, truffles? I'll gladly be your guinea pig and try them out when you make some." Lark looked to be in awe of this. It was making her hungry again. Why with Nell? Every time she was around the Earth girl it was impossible not to have a craving for some random thing or another. Croissant boomerangs and truffle bombs sounded like the most epic way to take down the bad guys. Maybe Nell could use donuts for handcuffs. That might be counter-productive though, being as Lark knew that it would be hard not to resist eating them. "You will make the most delicious superhero of all time, yes." Then she had an idea and snapped her fingers. "And I could be your sidekick! I'll carry the licorice grappling hooks and shit. Can't make any promises that I won't eat them, but..." She shrugged and smiled, laughing yet again. Her sides were aching so bad. Better than any other pain, at least. She would take the pain of laughter any day. "Yeah I was thinking that too. We could work side by side with the cops and...oh, we could learn to do parkour and jump buildings." She had seen people do that so many times in the movies, so curiosity got the better of her. She looked it up on the internet and watched with admiration as these people leaped over alleyways, walls, benches, cars, you name it. Talent. Lark definitely did not mind siding up with Nell to fight crime, be stupid, get drunk, or anything else for that matter. She merely enjoyed the girls' company and was up for just about anything during hang out time. Not that they planned to do really stupid shit, like getting tossed in the back of a cop car. That stuff simply happened.
Nell's father seemed nice enough, even though his expression reminded her strongly of Josh. Stoic, unsure of whether or not he was being serious or joking. With her best friend it was quite easy to tell when he was teasing or playing around, but she was not familiar with this man so she was not quite sure what to make of it. "I'm just sticking with Nell and avoiding them as best as I can. I can ignore them for the most part." If she had come here by herself she probably would not have managed that, but having fun with her friend was a good distraction from the overwhelming amount of people. Lark raised an eyebrow, curious about what it was that Nell had planned. Her dad did not seem to trust her much on it. She laughed and glanced between father and daughter, smiling and unperturbed by Nell's announcement. "I would trust Nell with my life." There were very few that she could trust so intimately. It took her a while to get to that point usually, but with Nell it was almost immediate. Perhaps it was the girl's personality and how comfortable Lark felt even after just meeting her. Josh and Ashton were the same way. She could trust them with her life too. She popped up on the balls of her feet and then settled back down. "I think I can wait for it. I like surprises." It would kill her to be patient but hopefully it would be worth the wait. Lark looked down into her cup when Nell mentioned a refill and realized she was almost done with her drink. No wonder things felt a bit fuzzy. Not enough to stagger around or trip over her own feet, but her body felt really warm. "Sure! We should go and do that. Off to the alcohol!" She took Nell's arm again and wandered back inside.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 10, 2012 14:11:06 GMT -5
As much as she could stay calm during certain situations, she was certainly pretty easy to excite when it came to things like this. She'd never had a slumber party with Lark before, so that prospect was pretty exciting. Usually slumber parties with Nell ended up roaming around at night to get up to stuff, but movies sounded much better. "You know what that means. Late night WalMart shopping spree." It's where Nell went for all her late night food needs, mostly junk food of course. It turned into riding the bikes around the store. Though it took her a while to even do that, since she was so paranoid about getting in trouble. But then she remembered she'd gotten in trouble for more stupid reasons, and said screw it. All in recent times, since she'd really just learned how to ride a bike. Before when her friends wanted to do something like that, she had to come up with an excuse as to why she would not ride. She'd rather anyone not know that she learned how to ride a bike when she was eighteen.
And the truth was, Nell didn't even know if she'd ever had truffles before. She was pretty sure she had not, but Lark mentioning them made her wonder at them. Would she tell the girl this? Of course not. Nell admired her friend too much to reveal such things like that intentionally. What would Lark think of her? She doesn't judge. But her lack of knowledge in most every area made her very insecure. "Licorice," she said, the word making her crave it. "Then we'll be more of a comedy duo. Because when we'll need those grappling hooks at a crucial moment, whoops! Licorice Lark ate them." Sounded like a good Abbott and Costello routine. She imagined a laugh track in the background when Lark pulls out a half eaten licorice grappler. Sometimes she wished her life was a sitcom, it would certainly make things a lot easier. "Hardcore parkour," she said mischievously. "I've always wanted to learn. And since we can't fly, that's all we got." She always felt bad for the superheroes who couldn't fly. They weren't that super, now were they?
Nell could tell that her father approved of Lark with her statement of avoiding people, and she stood there knowing that it didn't even matter if he hadn't. He'd expressed his disapproval of Josh several times, even before they'd gotten together, and all those times he'd been ignored. Once they got engaged, though, he admitted that he was only being an overprotective father. There was that familiar happy feeling in her stomach when Lark said she'd trust her with her life. "Then I'll take your word," the man said in what might have been a dry tone if she could tell before looking over and walking away, probably to find somewhere less populated. "He's a grumpy grover," she said with a small smile. She looked at Lark, her smile stretching as she said, "Then you're not finding out! Muahahaha!" She looked skyward as if her evil plan was coming to fruition and she guessed it was. Except the plan was certainly not evil. No need for Lark to know that, however. She let the Fire take her by the arm as they reentered the house to refill on booze, and it took only that one more cup to really get her going. Because when Nell noticed the large staircase next to the foyer, she was tugging on Lark's shirt and saying, "Dude, dude, dude...how much do you wanna bet that I can slide alllll the way down the banister?" The rather thin banister on the twisting staircase. Hopefully Lark did not have any money on her.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jun 11, 2012 21:04:59 GMT -5
Lark clasped her hands together in eagerness. "Ohh, I can handle that. We can just make one big night out of it. Go late night shopping, then just watch movies for hours on end while gorging ourselves on sweets." Really, Nell always managed to make her hungry. Why was that? She couldn't really explain it. Not that she disliked thinking about food--it was a really nice thing to think about, and it gave them common ground--more that Lark found it incredibly amusing that being around her friend instilled in her a bottomless pit. Forever hungry. And now they were talking about licorice. Everything was food! Her stomach was starting to nag at her again. She laughed at her sidekick name. "Licorice Lark has done it again! I should probably keep Tums in my utility belt for emergencies." Because stuffing your face with licorice all of the time would have to do a horrible number on the stomach. She would hate to get really sick and then never have a hankering for licorice ever again. She could do without red licorice but black licorice was not going to be let go so easily. Just imagining all of their superhero deeds playing out in some sort of black and white show was amusing as hell and Lark could not help but laugh. Her sides were still hurting from before and it was only making it worse. Why oh why did laughing actually have to be painful? Wasn't it supposed to be the best medicine?
There a mischievous glint in her eyes as she glanced over at her friend, smirking a little. Would Nell actually make an attempt at parkour? "I dunno if I could handle leaping from buildings," She admitted, but still appeared to be confident. "But hey, we can jump park benches and walls and bushes and shit. At least then, if we fall, it won't be that far off of the ground." At least they had a far less chance of breaking arms or twisting ankles or busting faces. "But we can still save the day. Yep." They would probably look incredibly stupid the first several hundred times they attempted it but in the end it might work. Lark knew for sure that she would not feel confident leaping buildings. She had seen videos of people actually being able to do those sorts of stunts. Scary as hell, but she was in awe of their talent and dedication. Lark watched as her father wandered away from the small crowd outside, and smiled when she turned her attention back to Nell. At least the man was not completely unapproachable or made her feel on edge. Rafael on the other hand... "It's okay. If he's not feeling well he sorta has a right to be grumpy." She chuckled inwardly at grumpy grover, finding it really amusing. Lark then laughed aloud, Nell's evil laugh absolutely adorable. "I look forward to finding out though!...it doesn't involve running around naked, does it?" Because streaking only seemed like a wonderful idea when you were wasted. Not that you would really remember it happening unless someone was ballsy enough to film it.
The Fire girl willingly followed her friend back inside and went to grab her refill; being a lightweight really sucked because after downing a full cup on the next round really started to do her in. Had it been beer she might have done okay, but straight liquor? No way. Lark jumped a little when Nell tugged at her sleeve, merely staring at her for a moment with a glazed expression before a smile crept up on her flushed face. "Ohhh, I'm gonna bet you all the pocket lint in my pocket. So much fucking pocket lint..." She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a small wad of lint before bursting into a fit of giggles, petting the little white fluff ball before offering it open-handed to Nell. "It's so fuzzy, and soft!" Really? Pocket lint? This was a great source of entertainment for the evening, apparently. Lark took a few steps up the large staircase before glancing back down at Nell with another smile. "You comin'? We have a banister to conquer!" With a fist in the air, she wandered further up the steps. About halfway there she stopped and leaned over the railing, her dark hair dangling. "Look how far down it is! I dunno...if you slide off and fall you might die. And I really don't want one of my best friends to die." She shook her head vigorously even though she did not look up to even see if her friend was there with her, hair waving back and forth as she moved. This night was probably going to be very eventful, and if Lark got a hold of any more alcohol who knew where it might end up? Not that she would remember anything.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 12, 2012 14:48:49 GMT -5
These were possibly the only plans that she liked to make. One night plans, or at least the skeleton of what they would be doing. Other than that, she'd rather not think ahead. It may have been debilitating for her and her future, but she couldn't help it. She tried really hard not to laugh at Lark's words, but her face was comically exaggerated so that it looked like she was about to burst like a balloon. "Lurking in the night, jumping out of bushes like the most badass heroes you ever did see," Nell agreed. She didn't know much about parkour, so she couldn't predict if she'd be good at that, but judging by the space between buildings in the city...she didn't think so. "Just not aerially," she said when Lark told her that they could save the day. She's still getting a cape, whether it can be used or not. Nell looked at her friend, a veiled expression of humor on her face before she looked to where her father disappeared off to. Every right to be grumpy. Lark didn't know the half of it, and yet she was spot on. "Forever grumpy," Nell muttered but with a smile on her face. She shrugged her shoulders at the girl's question, which must not have been very reassuring. "If that's your thing, you know...run and be free." She wasn't particularly fond of streaking, but it happened sometimes.
It didn't take Lark very long to get fucked up, either, and soon they were in the same boat without a paddle to get them back to sobriety. Nell shook her head, holding her hands out to the other girl with a desperate expression. "I am not that cheap. Only pocket lint? My life is worth more than your pocket lint!" She breathed in deep like she was trying to keep her composure. At this point, she was, though not because Lark thought she was a cheap ho. But she laughed with Lark when she pulled out the lint and held out her hands to receive it, cupping them together. "It is fuzzy," she murmured, as if that decided everything. "All right, pocket lint then." She could live with that. Nell practically galloped over as Lark went up the stairs and watched her lean over the railing. She'd never paid much attention to it before, but now she was estimating how far it really was. The other girl seemed to be inspected it as well, looking at the steps. "Goonies never say die, Larkita!" she said firmly as the Fire shook her head. "I can survive anything!" Because, you know, Nells were invincible. Just built that way.
She headed up to the top of the staircase, for a moment wondering if she should take her pants off because the denim might cause too much friction. But then she figured that her skin would cause more friction and thought screw it, before pulling herself up. Nell straddled the banister, trying to keep herself balanced with both hands as she looked down. "For Narnia!" she called out before swinging a leg over so she could push herself down. A few times she grabbed onto it to slow herself down, so it was possibly the jerkiest ride of her life. Her hip hit the bottom banister rather hard, and she practically fell off onto the last step, holding her hip in her hands. "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!" Her laughing was breathy, because what was getting hurt without the laughing? It was a nervous reaction everyone experience. She pulled up her shirt, luckily not on the side with the derogatory scar, and inspected the swell of her hip. "Haha, that's gonna bruise," she said as if it was hilarious. "Trryy it, Larkita. But watch your hip!" It stung something fierce now, and she didn't even feel like pulling herself up from the step at this point.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jun 14, 2012 0:48:21 GMT -5
You would think that Lark and Nell would have learned their lesson from the past times they decided to drink around one another, but nope. It was way too much fun. So many shenanigans, and all it took was a little alcohol and the simplest of amusements. Lark was so easily entertained; everything was hilarious even when it was not really supposed to be. She did wind up laughing at other people’s expense but what did that matter? She was just far enough gone to not care. “I knooow that,” Lark replied, rolling her eyes dramatically. “I never ever forever said that you were worth less than pocket lint. I can’t bet with anythin’ else. ‘less you want my pants.” She said this with a dead serious expression. Was she hinting that if Nell was not pleased with her offering that she would give up her jeans? Probably. Her favorite pair too. Her friends were worth that though. They were worth all the denim in the world. Lark nodded when Nell agreed on the pocket lint’s fuzziness. “Yes, yes it is. Fuzzier than the fuzziest fuzz around. But!” The girl snapped her fingers and reached into her back pocket, yanking out a thin white string. “I also have string. I’ll add that to the poooot.” She settled that on top of the lint in Nell’s hands.
“The fuck is a Goonie?” She asked, teetering side to side a little as she tried to focus on her friend. That was hard when there were two of them to stare at. They really should stop moving! Lark had never seen the Goonies movie; maybe Nell would have to educate her on that in the future. For now Lark was too busy giggling over the word. “So you are a superhero? I knew it! Why are all of my friends such amazing super people, and I’m stuck being Lark. Just plain Lark.” And that was boring as hell. Maybe a cape and a mask could change everything? Kinda like how Batman was only Batman when he wore his suit. Without it, he was merely Bruce Wayne, millionaire. Why were they always so focused on super heroes? Probably not even worth questioning. Lark watched as Nell went to the top of the staircase, still leaning over the rail for a moment before pushing back to give her friend some room to slide down the thin banister. This was not a good idea. That was exactly why it had to be done. She shoved her fist into the air once again when Nell cried out. “Narniaaaaaaa!” Let the sliding begin. She moved down a few steps as the Earth girl moved down the banister, trying to keep up without falling over. Nell fell at the bottom, and Lark could not refrain from laughing.
Quickly—well, as quickly as one could while intoxicated—Lark went down the last few steps to meet Nell at the bottom. It was hard to breathe from the laughter and it took her a moment to even manage to speak. “That was the best thing ever! Of all time.” She observed the swollen spot revealed to her and refrained from poking at it. Instead she giggled and pointed at it. Pain was incredibly hilarious for some reason, whether inflicted upon themselves or someone else. Alcohol was a glorious thing sometimes. Had Lark been sober she would have worried over her friend and tried to help her out. Instead she stood there doubled over from laughing so hard. “Do you think I should? Hmm.” She pondered over it for a moment, though her decision had already been made. Her thought processes were slow. “Yep! Okay, I’mma do it. Look out world! Flying Larkita to the rescuuuue!” She ran (and tripped) up the stairs to the top and straddled the banister as Nell had done before her. With a high pitched ‘whee!’ Lark slid down the railing and hit the bottom before flipping head over heels and landing on the floor with a dull thud. The pain was dulled by the alcohol and Lark burst out laughing. “Whoo! That was fun! But my ass really really hurts. BAD FLOOR. BAD.” She scolded, pointing an accusing finger at it with a drunken scowl before bursting into another fit of giggles.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 15, 2012 0:43:08 GMT -5
In her mind, Nell forgave the Fire girl for her offensiveness in considering pocket lint as a proper wager for something worth so high a price as her life! That would not pay her medical bills, would it? I'm not even Canadian yet, she thought with much more gravity than she would have were she completely sober. She steered her gaze toward Lark's lower half before raising them back up and saying, "I like those jeans. I win and they are mine, chica." Winning meaning if she did not break anything, of course. It seemed like proper payment. Pocket lint was just half-assing it, she wanted the whole shebang. Did it cross her mind how inappropriate this conversation might have been? No, no it did not. She continued to stare at the lint. "How does your fuzz get so fuzzy?" Nell asked in a choked up voice, overwhelm with emotion. It truly was the most beautiful fuzz she had ever seen. Her mouth went agape when a freaking string was added. "Okay, that's better. I like string. It's stringy." Like string cheese, the best kind of cheese in her opinion. She didn't think denim string would taste the same, but temptation was there.
Nell took her friend by the shoulders, shock in her brown gaze. "The Goonies! A rag-tag team of kids looking for One-Eyed Willie's treasure. Do the truffle shuffle!" Unfortunately, neither one of them were an adorably chubby ginger capable of the truffle shuffle, and so it was left up to Lark's speculation as to what it actually meant. Hearing Lark say that she was just normal broke Nell's heart in two. She sniffled as if about to cry. "Dontcha know? You're a bird, Lark? What's more super than that? You can fly, high as you want. Higher than Wonder Woman's invisible jet!" As a matter of fact, she was jealous. She wanted to fly, not just do parkour and shit. Lark's return battle cry encourage Nell, gave her the boost in confidence needed to slide on down and potentially kill herself while doing so! Not even the laughing as she crumpled to the floor could change that.
Nell rolled over slightly when Lark came traipsing over to point and laugh, feeling like the giraffe in the exhibit who couldn't quite reach that leaf. She draped her arm over her forehead and said, "Maybe it'll feel awesome later." Right now it felt like a thousand needles in her hip, kind of like when she first got her tattoo. But Lark's laughing was making her laugh, rather dumbly like Beavis and Butthead. She didn't have the mental faculties to realize how stupid she sounded in that moment. Nell pulled herself up, lifting her hand weakly in a triumphant gesture as she called, "Whoo!" And just as she caught the trip, she said, "But don't fall, baby, don't fall!" She reached her hand out as if she could rescue her, lounging on the bottom step. She watched Flying Larkita zoom down, snorting against her better judgment as she tipped over. "Hold on, I'm coming for you!" She crawled over to Lark like a cadet under the wire and pounded her fist on the floor. "How dare you harm my cadet! All is well, Larkita? Have you been injured? Tellll me!" People that lingered in the foyer were giving them strange looks now, but Nell ignored them in opt for trying not to giggle along with the Fire.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jun 16, 2012 1:23:48 GMT -5
"You can definitely have them if you win." Lark nodded, not really all that hesitant to offer up her pants. In this state she would not be ashamed to just strip them off and hand them over, either. After all, she was not exactly one to give much of a rats' ass who saw her without her clothes on being as she flashed innocent passers by the previous time she was drunk with Nell. No shame. Lark looked down and stared at the lint, truly pondering the question as though there was some deep and well-thought out answer. "Hmm...magic. Magic makes all things fuzzy." This was said with great conviction. If only someone could wave a wand and make everything fuzzy. Like fuzzy rat goblets. That would be both adorable and creepy at the same time. A bright smile crossed her face when Nell seemed happy about the string and clasped her hands together excitedly. "Yes, string! The best shit in the world. Next to pocket lint." She pointed her finger up in the air, stating this matter-of-factly. How could you go wrong with pocket lint and string? You just couldn't. Lark nearly jumped out of her skin when Nell grabbed her by the shoulders and could only stare at her friend with a wide-eyed, glazed gaze before registering that there was actually nothing wrong. "Truffle shuffle..." What the hell was that? A dance? Lark looked down at her feet for a second before attempting to make some sort of move, and nearly fumbled forward. No grace existed here. "Sounds edible though. Is it edible?" Always with food. Always.
Lark blinked at Nell, a bit taken back by this news. Sober, she knew that her name was actually a bird but currently this was a new discovery. She tilted her head. "I'm a bird motherfucker I'm a bird?" Her eyes widened. "OH MY GOD. Am I gonna start growing feathers!? I don't think I can fly without feathers!" Birds did not go flying around naked, so she assumed that it wouldn't work out so well for her. Feathers were sort of a necessity for flying, unless you were an airplane. Which she clearly wasn't. Becoming a bird was so much simpler. When Nell hit the bottom Lark might have found herself concerned if she did not find it funy first. Normally she would have fretted over her and made sure that her friend was okay, but not tonight. "So incredibly awesome. You're super Nell. You don't feel pain!" Like she would know this to be true. As if to test whether or not she was sprouting feathers and wings, Lark followed behind Nell in the banister sliding party. "I won't! I have super balancing powers! Like, you have no idea how amazing I am. Like a fucking cat. I know how to land on my feet and shit." Unfortunately she met with the floor and now both of them were lying there completely inebriated and finding their pain incredibly hilarious. Lark fell back and stared up at the ceiling, trying to hold in her laughter but not managing it very well. "Man down! Man down!" She cried, looking over to see Nell crawling towards her. "I don't know if I'll make it chief. I don't know if I can." Lark shook her head and had one of her hands on her hips (because she couldn't quite grab her own ass) while still laughing.
It stung like a bitch; there was a deep throbbing in her lower back from the fall but at the same time the pain was dull and distant. As though it were far away. The glories and dangers of being intoxicated! "I'm fine sir," She rasped, playing up the drama of the moment. "I just...I need assistance. I think I broke my ass Nilla! Is it broken!? Check!" Without even waiting for her friend to confirm or deny helping her, Lark rolled over and pointed to her rear end. She was smiling this entire time as though it were some huge joke. Both of them were going to have pretty nasty bruises to be sure, and by morning they would probably be unaware of how they even got them. After laying on the nice, cold floor for a few more moments, Lark managed to stagger into a standing position and look around. "Do you have any other banisters around here? It's like a fucking amusement park! And they are like roller coasters! And GOD I really really want a kiwi right now." She continued to babble and make absolutely no sense, but that was okay; it was not like Nell was completely sober and had to make heads or tails of anything. She could just respond however she wanted and Lark would probably manage to make a conversation out of it no matter what. Kiwis though? Really? Even Lark could not fully understand why she wanted the little fuzzy green fruit. Probably because it was little. And fuzzy. And green. No other real reason needed. "Do you have a kiwi Nilla? Plllleeease tell me you have a kiwi." Because the bitch wanted a kiwi, and she would try and get one if she possibly could.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 20, 2012 19:19:07 GMT -5
The prospect of winning a new pair of jeans thrilled Nell. It drove her into a winner's mindset, helped her focus in that "yeah, there's no way I'm actually focusing" way. It was an honest effort just to hold herself in one place, when her attention was caught between the food, and the shiny lights, and the food, and the music, and the food. There was a plethora of things battling for her attention. "Magic," she whispered. Then, in a very poor British accent, "You're a wizard, Larkita!" If she grew a beard, she thought she'd be a dead ringer for Hagrid. They had the same eyes, it was all in the eyes. I wish, not tall enough for that. It was almost enough to bring down her mood from its heightened state. "String is just one step above pocket lint, methinks, methinks. Because it's...long and junk." Excitement ran through her words like an electric current. Paint drying would be like a blockbuster movie to her at this point. Lark was obviously surprised by the intensity, but that did not necessarily register. Nell drew back, thinking about the edibleness of the young child. "Well I don't know," she answered honestly after a few moments of pondering the philosophical inquiry. "I've never tried gingerling. But I guess it's edible." He might taste better than some others. Had a lot of meat on him. And fat, most like. Nell liked fat, she didn't understand people who felt the need to cut it off. It was disgraceful.
When Lark started to freak out at the news that she was of the avian variety, Nell grabbed her by the shoulders again. Her face was so serious it could be considered comical. But not to her. No, she was entirely focused on the Fire girl in a moment of absurd lucidity. "Pull it together, man," she said fiercely. "If you grow feathers, then you will work those feathers. You show all them other birds how real birds do it." She had faith in Lark in her and her potential sprouting of feathers. They came with wings, after all, it was an inevitable at this point. "No pain, no pain!" She lifted her arms up in a show of triumph, before her features shifted into wide-eyed wonder at Lark's words. "Can...can you grow claws too? Like, just..." She held up her hands and mimed a clawing motion, totally absorbed in watching Lark's hands now, wondering if there was anything there she hadn't noticed before. Nell watched as the girl stared elsewhere, pointing her finger in what was meant to be an inspiring way. "You will not give up on me now, cadet, not after how far you've come!" And she laughed with Lark about her ass pains. It was hard to make pretend when all she wanted to do was laugh at anything she decided was funny.
Her eyes were wide now in a probing gaze, as if she could detect injury through that alone. "A broken ass?" Lark rolled over after the prognosis of a broken butt, and Nell was all too ready to assist a friend in need. She squeezed the girls as, not realizing that there may have been bruising, and said, "It's all in one piece, cadet! You have a magnificent ass." She giggled after saying the word, as if she were a kid and she just said a bad word that her parents didn't approve of. There was just something funny about asses and the breaking of them. Even if Lark may have been in serious pain. Could you break your ass, anyway? Was there bones in it? Nell scrambled up when Lark did, trying not to move her legs much. "Yeah. Yeah we have banisters all up in this john." She scrunched her lips together. "Don't know about kiwis though..." Did her father even like kiwis? He'd never been a picky eater. She shook her head when the question was turned on her, before a determined expression fixated itself on her face. "We are going to get this goshdarn kiwi." She traipsed back into the kitchen, only realizing then that were other people around. A lot of people, now completely hammered. Nell swung open the fridge, and opened the crisper only to drop to her knees. "The kiwis are gone," she whispered. "You know what, you know what? ...I'm going to grow you a kiwi." She was a graduate, how hard could it be? Of course, she was forgetting how her powers usually reacted when she was drunk.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jun 24, 2012 4:44:23 GMT -5
Lark looked up as though attempting to see the top of her head, grasping at the air and finding nothing. "But...my wizard hat," She half whispered, sounding disappointed that a hat did not magically appear on top of her head simply because she wished it to be there. It should though. She was a wizard after all. Hats should poof themselves into existence at her will! "Blimey, Nilla, where is my hat!?" Also a failed attempt at a British accent, but hey--can't blame a girl for trying! At least it was amusing and caused her to laugh. Now if only she could have a wand and a beard. She was pretty sure that those wouldn't magically appear either, which made her sad. "No no no, it's at least...at least three steps above pocket lint. Three." Lark attempted to hold up three fingers but instead managed to hold up four. Why were numbers so confusing? And fingers were so fascinating. She observed her hand for a long moment as though not having realized she had had one before. She scrunched up her nose as though trying to register what it was Nell said before attempting to repeat the words. "Gin...Gingerlingaling. What the fuck is that?" For whatever reason it reminded her of a baby sweet potato. No clue why. She did not like sweet potatoes though and thus expressed her dislike by sticking out her tongue. "Sounds yucky. We should find something else edible instead." Like other...food things. The edible stuff. Not sweet potatoes. Bleh.
If anyone were any more jumpy they would be considered a kangaroo; each and every sharp and unsuspected movement caused Lark to jolt backwards a little bit, her neck recoiling to draw away from the other's face. Lark felt her head bobble back but kept her gaze on her friend. She blinked. "I don't wanna pull it together." She pouted, acting like a child. Then it vanished and was replaced with a sort of awe before busting out in song, "Just take that ass to the floor, pop something move something, go on and shake ya tail feather~" The girl did a bit of a dance in a circle, though it was not exactly a circle. More of a fucked up oval with a few missteps in between. But it was fun! And she was dizzy. At Nell's question, Lark turned her head and passed her friend a serious expression. "I'm magic, remember? I can grow claws, wings, feathers, everything. Did...did you know that I can even sprout a pig nose? Yeah. I'm thaaat boss." She wriggled her nose and crossed her eyes to look down at the bridge of her nose. Maybe if she stared long enough it would change? And then she could oink and squeal to her hearts' content. Then again that was not exactly the most attractive thing in the world. Lark then looked fearful. "Would you..would you still love me if I turned into a pig? I know that some people are chauvinist and I don't want you to hate me!" For some reason, a chauvinist pig gave Lark a reason to believe that they were actual pigs. She did not want to be shunned by her friends! She loved them dearly and wanted them to love her in return.
"I'll try not to give up sir!" Lark half saluted, smacking herself in the forehead. Why did being a soldier have to be so painful? First a broken ass, now a lump on the face. What next? She was still laughing and finding this entire situation hilarious even if she was going to be extremely sore the next morning. Lark made a small squeal and a jump when Nell grabbed at her and burst into a fit of giggles at the complement. Alcohol changed her view on everything; from being ass-grabbed to gaining a cantaloupe sized bruise on her back end. All of it was funny and laughable and not to be remembered later. Well, she would remember the bruise because that was going to take a long time to heal. "Aww thank you! I think it's pretty magnificent myself. So that's twooo people who think it's magnificentarific." She flashed Nell a smile, not even attempting to hold up her fingers for the numbers. She scanned the immediate area for another banister and saw another one across the room. Ugh, that required effort to get to. "Yay baniesters!" Lark clapped her hands and bounced up and down a little in excitement before stopping to pout. "I want a kiwi though. They are so fuzzy.." Her voice trailed away, as though getting ready to cry. Her eyes were already glazed from the alcohol so it definitely seemed that way. "Okay! Kiwi time!" There was a half-skip, half-trip sort of deal as Lark went back into the kitchen with Nell to find the kiwis. The pout returned, then turned into a bright smile. So many emotions. "You'd make me one!? Oh my god you are the fucking best Nills." She sniffled and wiped at her face.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 25, 2012 21:27:46 GMT -5
Unattractive snorting laughter came from Nell's nose then, but luckily nothing else. Snot-free and saving Lark's face from a potentially disastrous loogey cleansing. "Because you need to complete your wizard schooling! Didn't you get the letters from the owls?" She was sure they should have given her a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts. But it seemed that Nell was the one who had to break the news to her in an anticlimatic, slovenly way. She also looked at Lark's hand, though with not the same intent as the Fire. "Si, tres," she said in slurred Spanish. It was a blessing she even remembered to speak English, let alone Spanish. Though sometimes she'd rather just speak a gibberish if she could not get out what she wanted. She didn't have time to explain things to people, she was incredibly less patient at times with alcohol thick in her veins. "It's an awkward ginger child with freckles. Think it tastes like Babe Ruths." She wanted to watch The Goonies, which she did have on DVD thanks to one late-night Wal-Mart excursion that ended in about fifty movies added to her collection. "Anything is edible if you just believe." And in the case of a dare, Nell was ready and willing to prove that even glass was a part of that.
Nell shouldn't have been as pleased with the startled reaction she got from Lark. It was a terrible thing, but she was usually so well put together it made her feel pride in herself that she could surprise anyone. It was the same thing when she managed to intimidate a person by puffing out her chest and pretending to be bigger than she was. But she was very disappointed in Lark's lack of pulling it together until she harmonized, "We can even do it slow." In a lower voice, she said, "I wrote that song." Her name was Nelly, it was clear who the real creator was. She was a lyrical genius, straight out of Bronx. Lark looked so silly when she crossed her arms it made Nell do another one of her unattractive snorting deals. "Do iitttt. Grow a pig nose!" She loved pigs, they were cute. And Lark was cute, too, so much so that Nell felt the overwhelming need to cook something for her. She couldn't control her urges. Her heart lodged into her throat when Lark suggested she might not like her as a pig. "I love pigs. I love them so much! And I love you! So if you turn into a pig I promise not to take you to the slaughterhouse and cut you up into chop form and bacon form even though I really like pork chops and bacon. I love you too much for that!" She nodded her head lightly, slowly, her eyes big and doleful. Nell was there for her homie, even if she turned into a pig homie. A pig superhero homie.
Lark made such a horrible soldier, but Nell believed her. Even though she would have to be discharged for giving herself a concussion by wacking herself in the head oh, so skillfully. But she was disbelieving in the fact only she and herself thought her ass was magnificent. "There are other people out there who just wish they could touch your magnificent booty! But all they can do is stare. You should start wearing a pillow over it. Protect your goods." That seemed like the best solution to this ass issue. Now that she made Lark aware of people staring at her booty, it must have been concerning now. Nell was rather fond of her ass, it made up for other areas she lacked in and so she was not going to hide it. Even though there was only one person she didn't mind looking at it. Lark was like a pleased child over the kiwi, which only made Nell want to please her more, give her everything she desired just so she could skip on off to every other place. Unfortunately, it was disappointing to find that there were no kiwis. She was disappointed in disappointing Lark and there was just a lot of disappointment in her feelings right now.
Until she came up with the idea, and grinned brightly when Lark suggested that she was the best, brown eyes catching light and making them even shinier. She looked around surreptitiously before taking Lark's arm and pulling her down to squat on the floor, facing the corner in the kitchen counter so partygoers would only be able to see their backs. She held out her hands as if waiting for something to drop on it. "Kiwi time!" she said, waving fingers around. And nothing happened. She wrinkled her nose. "Kiwi shazam!" Still no kiwi appeared. She knew she could do this, she was a goddamn elemental! She did this all the time in school! She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was looking before whispering, "My powers, they are gone. Where did they go?" Nell forgot that it had happened once before in Josh's company, both of them hammered as well and wondering why her gift had suddenly disappeared. Poofed. Vanished. No kiwi. Sad day.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Jun 28, 2012 2:26:53 GMT -5
An owl...Lark wanted an owl. They were so cute and she liked the fact that they hooted. Hooters. They did have creepy heads when they turned themselves all the way around but...but the hooting. It made them so incredibly adorable! Lark sounded distant and sad when she spoke. "No...but I should get one! I want a hooter! And they should bring me letters and shit. I have magical talent too." She might not have had a wizards had or a fancy scar on her forehead but that did not make her any less capable of being Harry Potter incarnate. Once again Lark looked confused and unable to process what Nell was saying. Probably because she could not speak Spanish. That and she was drunk. Half of this did not make any sense. She shrugged and rolled her head back a little bit, trying to see if maybe the ceiling had an answer to why Nell was suddenly speaking an entirely different language. Nothing. Damn. "Babe Ruths..." Lark thought on that for a moment or two. "Don't most things meaty taste like chicken? I don't think I would like Gingerlinalings." So not only did it remind her of sweet potatoes, she was now realizing that it wouldn't taste like chicken. And she liked chicken. What was going wrong with the world? "There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home!" Was that what she should say in order to make sure things were edible? She tried clacking her heels together but it failed.
Lark loved music. So much so, that whenever she was intoxicated just about anything could be made into a song. Anything. Fortunately Nell enjoyed playing along and that always made things fun! Nell was her favorite person to get wasted with, next to Josh. Unfortunately last time was around they were faced with Frank so the memories were not exactly half as cheerful as those with Nell. Lark's eyes went wide with awe. "You wrote that song? Oh my god. Can I have your autograph!? I will pay you for it!" She nearly squealed in delight, jumping up and down before nearly falling over in excitement. It was more than obvious that her friend did not write the song, but Lark believed just about anything when intoxicated. She believed that there was piss in the air and it could suffocate her, and the government was out to get her. Josh was such a terrible troll. She scrunched her face and tried to focus on making a pig nose appear, but nothing happened. Why was it not working? It made her sad. The girl became a little overemotional at finding out Nell would forever love her even if she were practically walking bacon, and hugged her tightly. "Thank you! You have no idea how much that means to meeee. I'm glad you'll love me even if I can be fried in a pan." She nuzzled Nell for another long moment before pulling away and turning to look at her own ass, which she admired with a small smile.
"You think I should?" She asked, patting her butt cheek almost affectionately. "I'mma need some pillows then! I can't have people staring at my ass! I just....I can't!" Lark looked almost panicked. She was so easy to fuck with, even if people did not intend to. They could tell her that Narnia existed and she would probably go wandering into the nearest closet to find it. Not to mention that Lark was a constant wave of emotions at this point. Happy, frightened, excited, sad...and all it took was alcohol. She looked extremely disappointed that they could not find themselves a kiwi, but as with every emotion she had in her arsenal right now it changed rather quickly. "Kiwiiii, kiwiiiii, gonna have a kiwiiii." Lark hummed happily, clasping her hands together. She huddled close to Nilla to watch as she attempted to make her fruit. Nothing happened. Lark reached out and poked the air and sighed. "Maybe...maybe it's invisible. But that doesn't do any good. I wanna eat it. And pet it." Not necessarily in that order. Feeling sorry for Nell, Lark patted her arm and shook her head, lamenting over the loss of her Earth powers. "Maybe they went to sleep. Y'know, cause everything needs sleep! It'll wake up eventually. Just be nice to it." She would need to love on it, and caress it, and give it all the love. Then maybe it would give Nell everything she wanted. Powers liked to be appreciated too. She heard people in the other room yelling and looked over. "Oh yay!" She said cheerfully. "Midnight midnight! We made it to midnight yay!" She would try for a countdown but numbers were hard.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 2, 2012 16:44:17 GMT -5
Nell automatically assumed that Lark was speaking of owls, even though she had never heard them referred to as that before. She simply thought Hooters was just a random name. They were never called hooters in Harry Potter, so she would not know. Most animals she'd learned about from books. To Kill a Mockingbird was her first introduction to those birds, and she was pleased to learn that it hadn't been about how to shoot one down. However, she did know a thing or two about succulent gingerlings. It did sound like it would be poultry. "Maybe chicken," she agreed, sitting with her legs crossed, her hands gripping her feet so that she could roll around on her butt when she went on to say, "But chicken is goooodddd. Especially with Italian dressing. On the grill." She understood how someone could not like chicken, she tried to understand everything about others. And when she didn't understand, she accepted it anyway. Nell pointed at the other girl's feet when she began her home mantra, calling her out. "You don't have ruby slippers! That means you're stuck here with me." She batted her eyelashes in a mockingly charming way, as if to enchant Lark into staying with her forever.
Nell entertained the thought of being a renowned rapper if it gained Lark's approbation and admiration. She wasn't in it the rap game for the money, oh no, she was in it for the bitches. And by bitches, she meant friends who she really loved and who didn't have to pay for her autograph. "Yo, you ain't gotta pay for my autograph, I'm getting paper every day. Look at me now." She waved her hands in front of her face to emphasis her rapper status. Better than most rappers, who probably did charge for their Hancocks. Nell giggled as the girl pulled her into a hug, unfortunately burping as she did so, but that only made her giggle more. "Sorry," she said between bouts of laughter. Once again, her emotions reached an impossible apex for the topic of conversation, Lark's words springing forth all of her feelings. "I'd never fry you in a pan, even though you'd probably taste good in chop form, fried in a bready batter with lemon. Mmmm." It was saying a lot that she wouldn't eat pig!Lark. That was true friendship.
Nell watched, completely out of it and somewhere up in space by now, as Lark gazed lovingly at the junk in her trunk. She could only nod her agreement at the fact that she needed to protect the goods. The cookies in her jar. Because guys want those goodies, they thought about it, but they can't have them. "Can't have just anyone looking at all dat ass. Or your humps, your lovely lady lumps. Check it out." And now her mind was on Black Eyed Peas and Fergie's badonkadonk. She giggled again, this time without burping. It was a lot less amusing, however, when she could not sprout a kiwi with plain force alone. But Lark made her feel much better about the situation, petting her arm and telling her it was invisible. Which made her try and find the kiwi in her hands, grasping at thin air. Nothing was happening. She let out a labored sigh. "It's because it doesn't like me," she said in a pitiful voice. "Whhyyy?" She rubbed her eyes with her arm, but she hadn't started crying, thank god. Even when she was drunk, it took quite a bit to make her cry. But less so, as it were.
Thankfully, when Lark told her it was midnight, Nell remember what she had planned. She stumbled up, gripping the counter before wandering off, back outside. "C'mon, c'mon," she told Lark, opening the porch door and stepping outside. The sounds of people counting filled the air, an when it finally hit the zero hour, loud popping noises announced the fireworks, the colors exploding in the midnight sky with a loud bang. Nell pointed as if Lark couldn't already see, then spread her arms out to try and catch all the sparks. She didn't even notice when her father approached, until he said, "In my backyard?" Nell turned with wide eyes, completely shocked, before grinning. "Colorrfulll," was all she could say, before turning to Lark with a hand in front of her mouth as if sharing a secret, her thumb jabbing in the direction of her father. "He's my dad," she whispered before looking back to him. He could tell she was drunk off her ass, and said, "Happy New Year's and you're paying for any damage to my lawn." She grinned happily, making grabby hands at the sky, enjoying the spectacular show that she had organized. People were filing to the porch now that they had heard the fireworks, watching the display with the same drunken glee.
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