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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 12:18 am
Bad idea. Very, very veryyyy bad idea. They were getting stared at by pedestrians going by, and by the fury on this woman's face Sidra had just said a VERY BAD THING. Now, she could understand the affront about the whole old thing, that was sort of hitting below the belt. But...
her MAN?!?
Opening her mouth to joke, to hopefully diffuse the situation (We have TOTALLY got our wires crossed, I play for the other team, well. One MEMBER of the other team, actually, don't worry, I'm not hitting on you) Sidra was PUSHED.
And with how this week was panning out getting pushed in broad daylight by an old woman with the fakest hair colour she had ever seen was JUST ABOUT ALL SHE COULD TAKE.
"Well, its obvious that he doesn't want you, you crazy psycho b***h!"
Sidra really should turn coat and run. She really, really should. But she just stood her ground, clenching her fists, her ice cream still safe in her grocery bag.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 12:44 am
""Well, its obvious that he doesn't want you, you crazy psycho b***h!"
Something inside of her snapped. A small part in her brain that told her to stay calm, told her that this hussy was far from any threat she could possibly have, be it in civilian or Negaverse form, snapped. It shattered as the younger girl uttered her comment, and no longer was it Ursula Johnson standing in front of her with a look of rage on her face but instead, a scorned woman. A scorned jealous woman.
There was no attack, however. No leaping, no hair pulling, no slapping or punching. Instead, a question.
"Don't you think I get that?"
It came from out of nowhere, unexpected, judging by the violent attitude the older woman had shown only moments earlier. Ursula remained where she stood, her eyes never leaving Sidra's face.
"Don't you think I understand that I'm not wanted? Did you think I was in that ******** grocery store for some kind of ******** celebration?"
Her expression was a mixture of despair and fury, a combination she did not particularly care to show to anyone, stranger or not. But her buttons had been pressed, there was no stopping her now, and her voice raised itself to nearly a screaming pitch.
"I get the fact I'm not wanted and I'm trying to fix that ******** problem, thank you, but I'm not going to have some little wisp of a girl come and try to steal him out from under my ******** nose while I'm doing it, for gods sake!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 1:06 am
Sidra had flinched, but had been surprised when there had not been any blow-- and then instantly felt a hundred times more terrible than she had felt before, wallowing in her own self pity.
"I'm so so sorry, I've just had a hellish week-- wait. Wait a minute," Sidra couldn't help herself and started to giggle. (she took a step back, mind you, wasn't suicidal)
"No, my god, you've got it totally wrong. Like. I like girls, like you. Not like you exactly usually. Shorter. Younger... you get the picture. God you thought I was after MR KILLINGWORTH, the man we like totally freak ourselves out over at slumber parties? Oh my god. NO."
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 1:14 am
Oh.
Oh god.
Oh ******** god.
Her face immediately lit up on fire, her pale skin burning a ferocious red as the girl finally came out and explained the situation. She hadn't wanted the girl's pity, she hadn't expected the girl to back down from her arguing, but most of all she hadn't expected to actually have been wrong about the situation.
"You... you're into girls." She echoed, staring at the dark haired girl with a dumbfounded expression. "So... Char... Char is a girl?
Jesus ******** monkeyballs Christ, what in the world had she done? She'd flipped out like that in public over Charonite to a total stranger. A ******** total stranger.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 2:08 am
"Its ok, I think we can both easily say that we're really distressed right now, right? No hard feelings?"
Sidra held out her hand, determined to at least end this dicey encounter on a half good note.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:22 am
She said nothing. She couldn't say anything, her mind still processing everything that had just happened within the past five minutes. She, Ursula, beautiful, intelligent witty Ursula had nearly attacked a high schooler for supposedly stealing the affections of a man who didn't give two shits whether or not Ursula lived or died.
This was too much. It was just too ******** much.
Her arm extended itself and she took the girl's hand. Her grip was limp, lacking confidence, and she gave the other woman a curt nod and an agreeable echo of, "No hard feelings."
Withdrawing her hand, the secretary leaned down and took hold of the fallen grocery bag, the contents spilled and ruined. It didn't matter though; ice cream was the furthest from her mind at this point.
Nodding in Sidra's direction one last time in a means of a silent goodbye, Ursula turned and walked down the street, leaving both women alone to their thoughts for the remainder of the evening.
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