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 Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 7:58 pm
This was probably the most debasing thing to ever happen to Audrey Collins. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and she was about to do something that she'd sworn to herself that she would not do. It hadn't taken much pressing to get the address from Andrew to Ursula's old apartment, he knew it quite well for several reasons she did not care to dwell on remotely. He was better off with out her, in any instance, as a friend or a...ugh. No. Definitely not dwelling.
Staring at the door, one hand fisted around a small bundle of curls and twisted viciously before giving in she knocked vigorously on the door. Goddamn it, Aree better be home. Audrey's mood was fluctuating by the moment from nervousness, to shame, to eagerness in seeing her friend again, and anger that she had to come do this at all. It was all Khaldun's goddamn fault, after all! "Aree are you home? It's Audrey!" Shame as she called through the door and fisted a hand in her sweater so as not to knock again.
God this was embarrassing.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:15 pm
Aree was painting her toenails.
Aree was trying to paint her ******** toenails.
She sat upon the floor of her living room, newspaper spread under her like a puppy in training. There were bottles of color spilled across the pages, smears of lacquer covering headlines of missing people and newly discovered corpses. A ninety-two year old man had gone missing only two blocks away from the nursing home, but damned if anyone could read the article under the thick smear of Plum Purple polish.
Her foot was covered in stripes of various colors, an unfortunate consequence of the task of training her right arm to do as she desired. Thus far, it had been an entirely unsuccessful venture, and had resulted only in a dozen wasted bottles of nail polish. Several of these had collided with the walls, thrown like a tea cup from the March Hare. One hit the door just as Audrey knocked, bouncing off with a long string of Apple Green polish left in its wake.
Why the hell were so many nail polishes named after fruit?
“Come in,” she called at the door, furrowing her brow at her unruly hand. The moment audrey had spoken the thing had calmed, suddenly intent on painting Aree's nails a beautiful shade of Grape Gander.
Seriously. ******** fruit.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:31 pm
Something hit the door with a clatter just as a familiar voice invited her in and caused her to slowly open the door and peer inside in almost an imitation of how she had first entered Drew's apartment. Audrey was nothing if not cautious about people's personal space, at least at first! When noting that Aree was not, in fact, bleeding all over the carpet or half-dead she relaxed and all but hopped inside the apartment, door shutting behind her and hand becoming smeared with...apple green nailpolish?
"Aww man that is not going to come out easy. What are you doing, redecorating? Trying a new career?" Leaning to the destroyed newspaper, the bluenette wiped her hand and tried to not jostle the careful motions of the youma arm painting one colorfully smeared foot. "I have to say, it's a new way of painting nails, that's for sure." With a plop, Audrey and her denim-covered bottom hit the floor and she put her chin on her knees, considering the approach. Fast and quick? Lead on in slowly? Not say anything at all?
It was easier to talk about dying than the prom, and there was something seriously goddamn wrong with that. "Sooo...how have you been? Besides more colorful than a box of Fruit Loops, that is." Leading into it was probably a good idea. You didn't ask favors out of the blue, it was rude.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 10:20 am
“I've been thinking,” Aree said, “that I'll just buy a taser. When it starts throwing things or combing Beryl's ******** hair, I'm going to taser it.”
The Arm had a rather ridiculous affinity for two people: the first being the bluenette that it was now intent on impressing, the second being the aforementioned Queen of the Negaverse who had given both Aree and the arm a second chance at life. Still, knowing that your arm was just expressing gratitude was of little comfort when Charonite was staring you down for gently stroking his wife's head. As for the General-King, the arm seemed to show the same grudging respect that Tanzanite had first shown upon her admission to the Negaverse. That was to say, it did not try to choke him the way it often wanted to with Obsidian.
Or... anyone else.
“I thought the apartment could use more color,” she immediately corrected herself, “Ursula thought the apartment could use more color.” The change in occupancy was apparent. In Ursula's day the apartment had been well decorated and felt like the kind of place you would expect Ursula to live. Now, the walls were mostly bare, the living room holding only a futon, coffee table, and a small TV. The coffee table was littered with empty water bottles and an occasional box of Chinese take-out. Judging by the look of her, it was hard to believe that she ever ate anything at all.
“Froot loops have blue,” she pointed out, “and red. I wish I had red.”
The arm suddenly stopped, lifted the polish bottle, and dumped the entire thing out on top of Aree's foot.
“It doesn't like red.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 12:10 pm
Out of reflex, Audrey's eyes dropped to her outfit, seeking out the offending color on her person so that she might be spared a bath in any shade the arm deemed fitting. Thankfully, there was precious little of fire-engine red in her wardrobe. When your hair was a as blue as a summer's sky, you just didn't wear red, lest you look like a wandering ad for patriotism. When she was in Kansas, they were always stuffing her in the colors, and making absolutely ridiculous comments about how she should show her 'American pride'. Audrey hated Kansas.
Sighing almost dramatically, sleeves rolled up, the teen tried to grab the now-empty bottle from the blackened fingertips, smearing her hands with liberal amounts of the color in the process. There was a brief thumb war as well, but in the end, she was successful. Of course, Audrey cheated. She'd started lightly petting the glamored bicep, and shoulder, knowing the spikes beneath enjoyed the petting like some large cat's ears. "You might have a point about the tazer, though I'd make sure you weren't touching the queen before applying it. You know how Ursula and I love each other dearly, but it would be, perhaps, unadvisable." It was something the pair didn't talk about much, for various reasons. Aree had an almost worshipful opinion of the Hillworth secretary, and the bluenette's own association with her was more than common knowledge. Capping the bottle with a twist and an unfortunate look at the coated foot, she sighed and wondered what in the world she was supposed to do about that.
"Maybe you should stick to all black. I know it's depressing and horribly gawth, but it might work. But uhm...well, hm." No, you couldn't just jump into it Audrey. Gotta ease into it, Audrey. A tiny lightbulb went off between the girl's ears and she went from awkwardly concerned to bubbly in a blink of the eye. "AH! I got it! I can get mom to like, knit you a futon cover, or quilt, or whatever the hell she does. It can be colorful, and maybe I can get dad to snitch some old paint from work. I hear nail polish is a b***h to paint the walls with." Her eyes were wide and eager now, hair almost trailing into the pool of polish as she leaned forward before catching herself.
"And I'll even do it for free, in return for a small favor!" Aha! An eye for an eye! Though somehow, what she was about to ask was a bit of a bigger deal than freeloading off of one's parents. Somewhat.
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