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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:51 am
Charys immediately wedged the phone into her bad hand, tapping in the details with her good fingers instead -- she probably had texting callouses upon texting callouses. "Hey, don't let me get in the way of you wearing a corset," she was saying. "Kinky. I guess I'll just get the details from Eve-O, she'll be the one straightening your stockings and whatev. Don't ask me what I'm going to wear, I have to go out on a lady shopping expedition with one of my XX-chromosomed galpals so that I, I don't know, don't go wearing a sack? Like, last year I actually came wearing a t-shirt and pumps, it was a dare."
She finished her use of Rea's cellphone and dropped it on her lap. Her own was slid back into her pocket. "Hey, Eve hasn't got anyone to go with, right? I wonder if she'd go with my butt-buddy Charlie -- like, I lose fifty bucks if anyone asks him, so if I set it up beforehand I'm not gonna lose fiddy dollars."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 2:13 am
"I'll keep that in mind, perhaps save it for another time." She replied, trying to imagine what would happen if the brown-eyed girl came to the prom in a t-shirt and pumps. It would certainly make for a hilarious evening... and she didn't think she'd mind one way or the other. "You have galpals? I was starting to think all your friends were guys," she teased. Retrieving the phone from her lap, it too was returned to its rightful place, number safely converted to 1s and 0s.
"You could ask her yourself -- she's been worried about you. I don't think she's stopped worrying since Aurora told us you were in the hospital." And what about you, Rea Marshall? She wouldn't lie, she had been almost painfully relieved when Charys had shown up on her own two feet, sans wheelchair, ironlung, etc. It had been terrifying enough, hearing about it, but the anticipation of seeing how Charys was doing had been terrible. Nevermind that she wouldn't have come if she had, say, gone into an ICU -- she tended to be a little irrational when she was worried. Which was why she tried to keep it to a minimum.
Something that was getting harder and harder to do, considering the recent Nega-baddie activity. For now, however, Rea had something new to think about, something that might actually sooth her long enough that she could potentially have pleasant dreams, for a change.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:00 am
"That's Eve-O for you," said Charys, apparently unconcerned that Eve had been worrying -- she had only turned up in a sling and with the remnants of a butterflied broken nose. Aurora had seen her in a far worse condition. "Glad that the Disney Princess got through to you, though. Seriously, there's like, an epidemic of senshi in Crystal Academy, what the hell are you ladies drinking in there."
She was already tapping again on her cellphone, and she leant across so that Rea could see what she was doing -- Charys apparently didn't give a damn for personal space, as she was leaning over into Rea's, their heads close. She had brought up a slightly blurry cellphone pic of a blonde-headed, displeased-looking boy, who was looking at the camera as though it may or may not have been about to suck out his soul. "There. Sent to your phone, show Evelyn in the interim. He has a six-pack, it's sexy." (This was true about Charlie Boyle, but just didn't mention the other facts about Charlie Boyle, such as him being Charlie Boyle.)
No iron lung, no wheelchair. Just the usual Charys bullshit.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 7:42 pm
Charys, we thought you had died.
Rea said nothing, playing it off as exactly that, something that wasn't an unfamiliar thing to her. Brush it off, tuck it away, ignore it and it doesn't exist. She wasn't use to worrying, so she refused to. It was easier to write it off too, seeing her like this, seemingly the same Charys she had met in the alley that one night, and the same one she had met in the coffee shop. But there was a nagging in the pit of her stomach that this wouldn't be the last time she'd feel so worried. Her list of 'people she cared about' was growing rapidly... only three, at the moment, but that was two more than it had been before the start of the year.
"Tequila," She responded automatically, tilting her head to peer at the screen as Charys leaned over her, flushing a little at the sudden invasion of personal space. A strand of blue hair tickled her cheek, she was so close. She tried not to move as she stared at the picture on the phone. "Hot. I think. I'll be sure to show her as soon as I get back. Unless I ask him first."
It was a lame tease. Damn, she was bad at this.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 11:50 pm
"Oh, come on, like you would," said Charys. "You're totally gay for me."
Cringeworthy Charys, of course -- selfassured, completely of the belief that everything she said was a gospel assertion. And her arm was still there behind Rea. She was also peering at Charlie's blurry text picture as though there was something new to see in it, some kind of 'hot' label that Rea could stick on but that Charys couldn't due to having known him since they were both thirteen.
"You're not a cheap drunk," she said, and leant back as the ferris wheel slowly creaked into motion again -- people dutifully squealed. The girl next to her looked unhurried, unconcerned. "Guess I'll have to not spike the punch with Squirt."
You're totally gay for me. Classic Charys.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 1:11 am
'You're totally gay for me'
"And what if I am?" Who wouldn't be?
She said this with a completely straight, nonchalant expression, as if she hadn't just admitted that she was probably falling hard for her, no matter how far from the truth that was. She was starting to get a feel for the type of girl Charys was, and yet she could not honestly say it perturbed her. In fact, the tinge of arrogance that blended well with self-confidence was something she liked in her. She liked that Charys would say something or make a move and not second-guess it, no matter how unusual it was, or how much it might startle someone else. It gave her an air of freedom, of almost recklessness.
Her eyes were on the carnival below, on the tiny dots she knew to be people, but looked like little ants, dancing around the blinking lights. As the ferris wheel lurched, she reached up to brush her hair away from her face, leaning back against the hard, plastic seats, feeling Charys' arm against her shoulders, suddenly feeling equally as unhurried.
"How would you know I'm not a cheap drunk? I could be hiding a flask in my jacket pocket and you would never know."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 1:40 am
"You are so ******** not," said Charys, who was already laughing, and in the next moment Rea got tackled. With the good arm. Charys was apparently only interested in pinning her back on the seat and discovering whether or not Rea Marshall was ticklish; their ferris-wheel seat was much too bolted-in to creak dangerously (Destiny City had enough death on its hands without death coming from carnies -- the awfullest kind of death).
The Meadowview girl's idea of 'looking for a jacket-pocket flask' seemed to involve an awful lot of patting down where no jacket-pocket flask probably was, or going back to search over areas where the jacket-pocket flask had already been checked for and wasn't. Apparently she really didn't second-guess what was "frisking for alcohol", "acute tickling" or "40% grope."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:22 pm
"I can't believe you don't believe me. I thought what we had was sp-- HEY!" She replied with her best hurt expression, which quickly morphed into one of surprise as she found herself suddenly tackled by a goal-driven Charys, pressed back against the seat, hands suddenly roaming over her in a merciless attempt to discover her weakness.
The tickle attack was not in vain; within a few moments, Rea was laughing uncontrollably to the point of tears, writhing and trying desperately to get away from those impish hands. Had she not been laughing so hard (damn her, tickling was just cruel!) the Marshall girl certainly would have been blushing with the amount of 'accidental' groping that was happening. As it was, however, she was doing a little groping herself, trying to grab Charys' hands and keep them from torturing her further.
"S-stop, I give, I give!" She tried to surrender between fits of laughter, finally managing to find a hold on her hands, squeezing her fingers in an attempt to stop her. The tickling, however, didn't end fast enough, and so Rea did the only thing she could think of that would possibly stun Charys.
She kissed her.
Admittedly, it wasn't a full kiss. As Rea leaned up, she copped out halfway, kissing the corner of the other girl's mouth. Needless to say she was blushing all the while.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 6:29 am
The girl in question blinked.
"Oh, well, what the hell," said Charys Murphy, and she kissed Rea back without bothering to have much more of a reaction than that. This did, however, stop the tickle torture before Rea had to threaten her with bodily harm or before Charys had to hold her strawberry-blonde hair back for her to tickle-puke; but she did kiss Rea back in the manner of, are you trying to push that puny stuff across as kissing? No, kid, this is kissing. There is no spoon. This is a kiss.
By the time she had finished it up, the ferris wheel had come to its inevitable ferris-wheel conclusion, and the door had opened. One of the boys waiting in line said "Oh my god, lesbians," in the excited way that meant that he was not a Hillworth boy and used to casual homosexuality of that stripe. Probably went to Barren Pines or something.
Charys took Hemanea and ambled out instead, reaching one hand back for Rea to take. That was that, apparently: them, unicorn, hand.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:59 pm
This... hadn't been the reaction she had expected. Surprise she had expected. Hesitation (although really, when she thought about it, this one had been stupid -- Charys Murphy didn't seem like the type to hesitate) she had expected. Perhaps disgust or disapproval or a 'Hey, whoa, I don't like you like that.' It had been a ploy to stop the tickle-torture (and maybe give in to some of her childish 'fantasies.') But to have the other senshi respond completely threw her off guard, despite her starting it.
That wasn't to say she was dissatisfied. Not in the least -- in possible scenarios that could have played out, she was actually in favor of this one, even over the one she had expected. Ones... she had expected. Which was pretty much everything besides this. Part of her mind could not fathom that Charys Murphy would want to kiss her, especially since she was still trying to process why the bluenette had asked her to prom.
Rea barely realized when the Ferris Wheel stopped, the hur-dur unicorn Hemanea slipping from her fingers, the other girl already stepping out of the stall. By this time nothing could surprise her, (or perhaps she was still just reeling from the kiss) and so she took the hand with ease, stepping out into the open air and taking a long, deep breath.
She was half convinced the whole date had been a dream.
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