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 Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 1:18 am
There was sweat everywhere, dirt, smudges of recently mixed cement, bruises from bumping into girders, and dust from the dry ground. It was not a pretty sight.
Then again, it was a usual look for Mark. Her hair was all tied back in a tight bun to keep her hair clean, she wore no makeup, she even had a rather uncute bandanna tied around her head to keep the sweat out of her eyes and just in case bangs got free from the bun....no, it was not a pretty sight. Didn't help that her overalls were messy and torn...again; her brothers didn't want her to get bullied for having clean overalls...it seemed silly to her...
Of course....her working out in the sun made it a little easier to understand why her skin was so nice and tanned. Of course sunbathing didn't hurt either. Don't misunderstand, she didn't do it to look pretty...at least not at work, there wasn't even anyone to look good FOR! She didn't care about looking like an androgynous mess when there wasn't anyone but old men that weren't even good looking. Now....school she did like to dress all pretty, she liked people looking at her and hating her for being so pretty...but again; on site there wasn't anyone to try to show off in front of...the only guys around her age were her brothers....not too much reason for her to dress up.
Finally her break came, so there she sat by the road, sitting with her back to one of the wheels of her brother's truck, wolfing down her sandwich. Again; not looking the most graceful sight when she looked like she hadn't eaten in days....but then again she had worked up quite a sweat in the hot sun. At least the sun gave her a reason to just wear a spaghetti strap under her overalls....meaning she could work on a full arm tan and not risk the horrifying farmer's tan.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 1:20 pm
*Mark
911
Jacob
Marlon
That happened to be Eolande's cell phone contact list. She had spent all last night flicking on her phone to stare at the list. It was odd, some people would look at that pitiful number of names and feel depressed. Eolande felt the opposite. Her eyes swept between Mark and Marlon's names. Marlon was such a good friend. He wasn't pretentious and when she was around him..well..she felt a little more empowered and in control. She felt like the strong and bold one. She did not feel so timid or scared around him.
Mark though. Mark was so different then Marlon. She was the bold and strong one. mark was the one that seemed to take charge of the situation. When she was with Mark she felt like she could just hide and she knew that everything would be okay. No one would mess with Mark. Two different people. Two different personalities. Both of them made her feel happier when they were around.
She was never going to leave this place. No matter what happened, no matter if her father got a new job in London or Paris. She was going to stay here, this was the happiest she'd been since she was little! No. Even if she had to work a job after school to pay for everything herself she would make certain she stayed here. Or...well..maybe not work. Crysta rolled over on her bed and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand. There were two boxes within. One was blue and tied with a yellow ribbon. The other was a bright pink box tied with a white glittery bow. Eolande picked up the pink box, and with a smile hopped from her bed.
Finding where Mark was working was not too hard. She had told her when she worked, and since there were not so many construction sites around town, Eolande was able to zip around on her motorcycle to each one. A simple question of if a girl named Mark worked there gained immediate responses after all. When it was that she did discover the site, she was relieved to hear she was not too late. Lunch had already started it seemed. Perfect!
With the 'help' of the rather coarse construction workers, Eolande was able to find where Mark was sitting. Her lips curled upwards into a amused smile. "Marky!" She exclaimed to get the other girls attention. She had dressed up a little bit to come and visit. Perhaps that was why she had gained so many comments from the other workers. Eolande had chosen to wear a white blouse with a thin yellow ribbon tied around her neck in a loose bow, along with a pair of loose red pants and a yellow belt. She had tried to look..well..'cute' as that seemed to be something Mark had fixated upon. She'd even gone so far as to put a yellow bow in her hair. She felt a little over dressed, but if it made Mark smile then she knew it would have been worth it.
Eolande carried a large red and white cooler in her hands, her fingers gripped it tightly as she tried to hold back the laugh she wanted to let out. "My...you look very hungry. I hope I brought enough..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:35 pm
At the sound of her name being called by a feminine voice she choked on her rather large bite of her sandwich, clapping a hand over her mouth the quickly swallow. She looked where the voice came from and let out the loudest, highest pitched shriek physically possibly.
What the hell was Eolande doing there?! And dressed like that?! The dirty bastards at the sites were ogling her! Those ******** didn't know their places. She heard one start to whistle, oh but he stopped when she threw a rather large rock that narrowly missed his eye. Oh she would NOT let those dirty bastards look at poor little Eolande like she was a piece of meat! Tch, men were disgusting...only good for reproduction and opening extra tough pickle jars! Her eyes snapped back to Eolande with a rather uneasy look, clearly....she had expected a visit at the gym sooner than at work...at least at the gym she could wear a cute outfit, style her hair a little, and if her face looked really bad with so little makeup she could wear a helmet.
She coughed rather awkwardly and looked around. "Uhh...wh-what'reyoudoinghere?" she mumbled. It was one thing to be seen as an androgynous mess by coworkers....but she didn't like any of her little cuties to see her like that! Oh god...and Eolande even saw her wolfing down her food.....oh....humiliation. There was absolutely no torture worse than public humiliation...it pained her greatly. Oh gawd...and her brothers...they were working, what if they saw her and commented? Julia was still pissed his last girlfriend broke up with him because she found she liked Mark better! It wasn't her fault she was sexy!
"Jeeze.....you shouldn'ta come to the site..." she mumbled. "Especially dressed up all cute an moles--er....and pretty. The guys are looking at you with perverted eyes!" she whined. "Andandand....I look like hell!" she squeaked, practically ready to cry at that little fact. It pained her greatly really...unlike Eolande who seemed to not mind when dressed down and yet still seemed so natural when dressed up...no, Mark could never do something like that...she only put on the gruff exterior when dealing with the guys! It was like swatting a puppy that peed on the carpet....even after trained and it peed on the carpet it knew damn well it was getting a rolled up newspaper to the nose it's still do it. But take away the reason for them to act up and oddly enough it was fine.
Bah! Her own mental ranting confused even her!
Ooooh.....but Eolande did look so cute....butbutbut! She shouldn't be around icky men dressed like that!
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:50 pm
Well...that...wasn't quiet the response she had been expecting. With a rather hurt expression, Eolande glanced down at her feet and shuffled her heels into the dirt. Maybe this had not been that great of an idea after all. She should have gone to see Marlon. Eolande's thoughts were so wrapped up in what a fool she was making herself out to be that she missed the rock hurling on Mark's part. Though she did catch the start and sudden stop of a whistle. Eolande lifted her head a bit to glance off in the direction of the whistle, her cheeks colored faintly as she realized that unlike at the other two sites, she could not drown out the cat calls and whistles with the roar of her motorcycle.
"I..ah..." Eolande started in a soft uncertain voice. She gripped the handle of the cooler and twisted her fingers back and fourth as Mark went on about the other guys. Prying stiff fingers from the handle, she reached up to tug uneasily at the bow in her hair. "I..thought maybe... I dunno. I thought you'd like it. I..I'm sorry." With a small shake of her head, she gave the bow a slight jerk and untied it. "I don't care how they look at me. I'm not here to see them. I came to see you. I didn't want to wait until later or tomorrow. I just...I thought I could surprise you with..well...we had been talking about desserts and I thought maybe you'd like something sweet while at work. And..I..I got you something and I was excited to give it to you."
Forcing her eyes to lift from the ground again, Eolande half smiled at Mark's protest about looking like hell. "You don't look so bad Mark. Besides, I didn't stop by because of your looks. I came by because of...well...you know. The other stuff. But...if...you would rather I leave I could. I..didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I can just go."
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:53 pm
Mark stared at her with wide sparkly eyes. So.....so cute! OOOOH! Mark didn't like being seen looking like hell, but when Eolande looked so adorable....OH! What could she do?
She got up, setting her lunch down on the bench where she sat. "Geeze....stop giving me such cute looks," she mumbled, actually blushing slightly. "I AM really happy you dressed up and came all this way just for me....you look super cute I was just....just worried! These guys are animals and you look so adorable," she said, pouting a little. Mark took the ribbon from Eolande and retied it around her head, adjusting the bow so it sat at a bit of an angle....ahh~ So cute! She paused and pulled her hands back, again blushing a bit. "Ah...s-sorry....probably got your bow and your hair dirty," she said, wiping her hands on her overalls. She again pouted, she didn't like the idea of dirtying such a cute and pretty Eolande....it seemed such a shame to touch something so....so....pure~
Which was another thought she had to quickly push away, trying to refrain from making Eolande even more uncomfortable around her, lord knew if the poor girl could only see inside her head....oh it was a scary place. At the mention of baked goods all she could do was blissfully picture Eolande wearing a bandanna and a frilly apron, whisking things together...looking like she was trying super hard....AHHHH!!!! SO cute! And this time it did show on her face when she broke out into a seemingly random silly bliss-filled look.
A look she quickly shook off. "NONONONONO! I'm super glad you wanted to see me though!" she said, trying to get back to the perky mess she was. Man, it was hard to be cute and perky when she was dressed like an androgynous mess and covered in dirt, sweat, dried cement (Which she'd have LOTS of fun trying to chip and peel off later), and mud. She brightened again at a wonderful idea. "Hey~ I'm almost finished work, if you wanna hang around you can follow me home so I can change and then we can go wander around town or something! If you wanna call Marlon he can meet us too!" she said, rather excited to meet him anyway...she needed to judge if he was good enough for her cute lil Eolande...
(*giggles at the image of Mark tying the ribbon in Eolandes hair*
Julia: I think my sister just had a yuri moment = =;;;
Tabitha: AGAIN?! *throws hands in the air and rolls eyes*)
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:54 pm
Eolande looked up when Mark approached her. At the chiding she received, she couldn't help but smile faintly. She stood still when Mark retied the bow in her hair. She reached up and gently brushed her fingers through her hair to dislodge a few bits of dirt. "Oh it's nothing. Just dirt, it brush's right out see?" She said then shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly. I'm not too worried about them. I mean. I guess the comments are embarrassing, but I figure it's just cause of working such a hard job. Their testosterone levels are probably all elevated and stuff right?"
Mark's rather loud and firm string of 'No's' gained her a wide eyed blink. Though she had to admit she was grateful that Mark was not sending her away. Eolande lifted her cooler and held it up between them a little "I don't mind waiting at all. I'd love to hang out a bit. Do...you want to have dessert now or wait until after your done with work? And...I could give Marlon a call on the cell while I wait. I'm sure he'd like to meet you if he doesn't have anything else to do." She was certain Marlon would enjoy having another friend like she did. Who knew...maybe they'd all become fairly good friends?
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:45 pm
"PFF! Like I wanna wait!" she said, grinning brightly, the thought of leaving the site got her full of energy again. "Jules! Come gimme and Eolande a ride home! Tabs, tell daddy we're heading off early!" she demanded, ignoring the small snicker her brothers got when being bossed around by their baby sister. But it was obvious no one could say no to her, either people were swept up by her pace or she pushed them along, either way she did usually get her way. And her father wouldn't mind her going out, especially knowing that if she was the one to tell him directly she'd pull the puppy-dog pout with her wide-eyed cute that no father could ever resist.
She grabbed her things and tossed them into her bag, leaving only a towel to drape around her neck. "I just need to pop home for a quick shower then we can go to a park and I can tell you how pretty you look since girls always look way prettier in a park!" she said, giggling a little. Again; another thing one could only wonder how serious she was. Did she actually intend to fawn over Eolande and shower her with pretty words? Only Mark ever knew...most would dare not look into her mind even if it were possible....it was a scary place...
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:39 pm
Marks excited and overly energetic response brought a brighter smile to Eolande's face. At least she wasn't upset over her surprise visit now. Though, as Mark would call out to her brothers her eyebrows perked up a bit. First, her head turned to get a glance of the two brothers she had heard of thus far but never seen. For all she had known, these brothers had been fanciful stories Mark was telling her just to tease her. So being able to see them herself was very interesting.
Her clear curiosity was brushed away though when Mark would carry on about parks. She really did hope she was joking. If her cheeks turned any redder she was going to be afraid that they would become stained permanently. "Oh! Ah! Actually Mark.." Eolande cleared her throat and shifted her cooler to one hand so she could tuck a lock of two toned hair behind her ear. "I drove over here, so I can't leave my ride here. Do you mind if I just follow you and your brother? Or maybe you could just ride with me? It would be nice to know the way to your house."
((If Eolande knew what went on in Mark's head she'd never have offered her a ride XD ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 12:29 am
Said brothers looked just as worked as Mark. Julia a bright red-head was actually quite good looking, Tabitha average looking. Julia looked quite a bit like her, being closer to her in age probably. Of course she was still clearly the prettiest. Frankly she still wanted them to let her style their hair...Tabs just had his hair in a buzz cut and Jules about an inch and a half and spiked...well...when he wasn't working.
She perked at the mention of getting to ride behind Eolande. "Yee! Jules, you get to stay here! I totally wanna ride your bike!" she said, grinning. Wee! She'd never gotten to ride on a motor cycle before. How fun! Plus her little cutie being a biker babe somehow just made her all the more adorable....hm, odd how that worked out, eh? It could be that she just oh so eagerly looked out for cute quirks. They just made her day. One of her faves though was if someone was like, a total hardass and yet still had a super cute side they buried under a mountain of bravado. OH that was ADORABLE! It always meant (In her mind at least) that they were like, super shy.
Mark gave a giggle and grabbed Eolande's hand, forgetting that her own palm was kinda....not so nice at the moment. She gave her a bit of a tug. "Let's get outta here. I don't want these icky men looking at you with their dirty pervert eyes!" Ooooh! She couldn't wait to get out of her work clothes and have her little quiet time with Eolande, it would be like, super nice. And if her friend did come and meet Mark....well that would just be a bonus! She'd be able to find out if he was good enough to date Eolande. And yes, she apparently was still stuck on that idea.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:25 pm
Eolande half smiled at Mark's eager excitement. "Eh-heh." She softly laughed. Mark was so very weird. That was the only word she could think of at the moment. Weird Marky. Her brothers though seemed rather nice...at a glance. Jules was...certainly cute. Eolande almost lifted a hand to tug on one of her own red locks of hair. Before she could though, it was captured (For there really was no other proper word to describe the way Mark grabbed hold of her) in Mark's grasp. She barely had a chance to look Tabitha over before she was dragged behind Mark.
"Alright. I'm coming." She giggled softly as she was pulled along behind her friend. This was going to be a rather interesting ride now that she thought about it. Eolande allowed Mark to lead the way until they got outside the construction site. Pausing to look at the confident girl, Eolande nodded her head to the street where she had parked her bike. "I hope you don't mind riding on the back, I have an extra helmet but...well.." That was Marlons helmet. For a moment Eolande's lips pressed together uncertainly. She felt like it was some kind of betrayal of trust to let someone else wear Marlon's helmet....well..she supposed she could wear it...
Once they reached the bike, she took a few moments to repack the cooler in one of the side bags. From a second one on the opposite side of the bike she pulled out two helmets. One helmet was painted in the same blue as the bike itself, with a slightly tinted face shield in place. This one she offered to Mark to wear before plunking atop her own head a white helmet with a clear faceplate. A bright yellow and black tiger striped fish was painted upon the side of this one, which was more of a joke between her and Marlon that she suspected mark would never understand. "I"ll wear the guppy helmet, you can borrow mine for the ride."
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:00 pm
Oh and don't think Mark didn't notice! Once out of earshot she pouted a little. "You were totally checking Julia out!" she said, puffing up her cheeks. BAH! It would REALLY help her if he would admit to being gay! She didn't want her cutie to be looking at her big brother like that! Sure he wasn't bad....but....but it was her BROTHER! Besides! Mark was like, so totally prettier than he was. Well....at least Tabs wasn't super pretty...just...average. Like...abnormally average. She blamed it on the fact that Julia had a super cute perky nose like her, and his hair had a nice quality...even if poorly styled.
When she was offered the one that CLEARLY went with the bike she did her best to hide her confusion. Why would Eolande give her the wrong helmet? Usually people bought helmets that fit like gloves...chances were the one she'd use wouldn't be as comfortable. So....why then? Well...it wasn't really her place to ask, if she wanted to tell she would...if not...well then Mark would never know.
Mark brushed her thoughts aside, putting the helmet on....but with her overalls she looked rather....manly. The overalls weren't exactly form fitting....nor were they the most flattering look for a young woman. This was a fact that Mark was all too aware of when she spotted her own reflection on the bike's plating. Ouch...tragic! But again, she had to hide these sad thoughts and shake it off. "Kay, we need to get onto Selkirk first and I'll direct you from there," she said. Once again, in a tone that made herself seem like that great big strong ball of confidence and all around sex that she was.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:36 pm
"I! Ah!" Eolande stammered as Mark would catch and call her out on her lingering eyes. "No I was not! I was just...memorizing his face...so I would...you know. Recognize him if I came across him on the street or something." She quickly tried to recover from her embarrassing moment. Though, in the next moment Eolande found herself laughing. "Wait...does this mean your jealous?"
She did not expect much of an answer from Mark, but did gesture for her to get up on the bike behind her. "Hold on tight." She cautioned Mark as she fussed with the strap of her helmet. Ugh. It was certainly not her helmet at all. She just hoped she didn't have to wear it for too long. Eolande wriggled on her seat for a moment and readjusted the red material of her pants before turning the bike on. She pulled out into traffic and followed Mark's instructions down the streets. With a slight glance over her shoulder she grinned at Mark. It was going to be so cool to see Mark's home!
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:57 pm
It was a good thing Mark already had the helmet on, Eolande wouldn't be able to see her pout behind it. Stupid Julia! Oh Mark was going to give him hell later! "You're stuttering! And changing the subject!" she whined. "I was right!" she said, again in her unhappy tone. Pff, but Mark was still way cuter....stupid Julia....
Mark hopped on behind Eolande and hugged her tight. Stupid Julia wouldn't be able to do THAT! Now could he? Also....if Mark wanted she could act all scared, make her grip loosen, then grip tighter and 'accidentally' cop a feel. See if Julia did it he'd be a pervert because it must've been on purpose. But if Mark, a fellow female, did it it would be deemed an accident and Mark could get off scott free, plus if she did it just right she could turn it into a joke that would frequently wind up with her getting in a grope. But no, Mark wouldn't. She didn't play that low....she didn't need to.
The house she directed Eolande to looked like a sweet little house. A white picket fence, flowers in the garden all over, a sweet little lady working in a sun hat and flowery gloves. It was the idea picture perfect little home....except that the driveway was rather long, and once closer inspected one would see the large pool in the back yard and the hot tub....oh, and that sauna Tabs had built. Everything her family had installed and built themselves. Her dad had built the house with his workers, when Tabs was old enough to start work they built the sauna. When Jules was old enough it was the pool...and Mark of course helped with the hot tub and deck. Oh yes, quite the house full of handymen.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 1:37 am
"Oh...no no." Eolande tried to assure Mark when it dawned on her that she was truthfully upset. Maybe joking about being jealous was a bad idea. Eolande felt a moment of sick worry as she drove along and followed Mark's instructions. She was so stupid! Such a fool! Mark was going to be so upset and angry at her. In her mind she could already see Mark ignoring her calls from now on. Her insecurity ate at her, and it was only allowed to continue as conversation was not something easily had on a motorcycle.
Eolande was so wrapped up in her anxious and guilty thoughts she did not take note of the house right away. All she wanted to do was make Mark happy again and no longer upset at her. It was terribly important that Mark forgave her. Once Eolande had the kickstand down on the bike and the engine turned off, she unsnapped the fishy helmet and twisted on the bike to look back at Mark.
"I'm sorry. I'm really really really sorry. Please don't be mad at me. Your brother..he is cute but...your way way cuter. Please Mark. I'm sorry. I won't look at him again I swear." She quickly rambled out in the hopes of staving off a feared scowling expression.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 2:16 am
Mark seemed rather taken aback. She seemed even a bit awkward. "Um...I'm not really that mad," she said a little awkwardly. "Though, I do like being recognized as cute....but don't worry so much," she said, again pouting. "I'm not that mean that I would go apeshit just because you were checking out Jules." She grabbed Eolande's arm and pulled her towards the house. "And anyone that did go that nuts over something so small isn't really worth the bother..."
Really, she had to worry. Why was Eolande so worried? Mark had never acted super jealous or got angry over such tiny things...did Eolande have a lot of friends that would get furious over something so small? Poor Eolande...maybe that was why she seemed to have few people to hang out with...not that Mark knew, but she somehow got the feeling.
But she brushed that aside and gave her a little tug. "C'mon, you can decide what I'll wear when we go out!" she said happily. She spared not another moment before pulling her inside, going straight to her room, showing a cozy room with a rather impressive walk-in closet with countless cute shirts, shorts, pants, dresses, and shoes. There weren't many hats...but she had a couple bandannas that were clearly for work. The green plaid one was clearly (And sadly) more used than a super cute one with animal foot prints.
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