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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 9:30 pm
"You c-could always sleep through the showings." This was what she had always done in English, which probably explained a lot as far as her marks went, "And then do the f-fun stuff still! But I wouldn't mind a-asking with you. About the club. O-or starting one!" And she totally would. All Tara needed to do was say the word and Aggie would be there; the most obedient lackey in the history of lackeys.
"Y-yeah, it's bad enough they make us read boring books. They could at least stop the torture there." She wrinkled her nose and looked as disapproving as an eighteen year old wearing pigtails and ribbons could. "Seriously."
"You.. were?" Aggie blinked. Oh, um, wow. "B-but I never saw you around! You weren't wrong, I just--" she looked away from the other girl and fiddled with one of the ribbons in her hair, "It's kinda h-hard to admit. And I didn't.. it's just, um, people r-react oddly to it. Sometimes."
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:29 pm
For a moment Tara considered the suggestion, but then she shook her head. "Nah, sleep is boring too. But the teachers tend to notice when you mix chemicals or build model cars in the back of the classroom. Even when you put up a textbook in front of you. I swear, some of them must have x-ray vision."
Maybe Aggie did have the right idea about sleeping through the boring stuff. And maybe Tara was just lucky that she hadn't been kicked out of school yet.
"You know what?" Tara stood up and folded her arms, satisfied with herself. "Let's do it. I can't think of a cooler club than one that lets you play with electronics AND make movies." Except for Lightsaber Combat Club, but she hadn't been able to get the school's permission to start an official club for whacking people with plastic swords. Or Science Club, but that had a number of other issues that she wasn't ready to deal with that. "The Audio-Visual Filmmakers will be up and running in no time! That'll show those English teachers. Movies over books, any day."
She was confident, despite her complete lack of experience and knowledge about films (beyond watching them) and audio-visual devices (beyond setting the VCR clock). This would be great. They would make it great.
The plans that were forming on the chalkboard of her mind were erased in an instance, as she took in what Aggie was saying. "You were there? Really? Oh man. I'm sorry, I'm just bad with faces and names and that stuff." This was getting a bit spooky. On the one hand, Tara was relieved to discover that her hunch was correct. On the other, was everyone she knew secretly back from the dead?
"In that case, allow me to introduce myself again. Tara Kavanaugh, ex-organ-kidnappee extraordinaire, current prisoner of Meadowview liberal arts. There is nothing artistic about five paragraph essays." Tara gave a mock bow, and took her seat again, slightly pink in the face but not overly perturbed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 5:11 am
"Definitely!" Aggie was nodding as fast as her neck would allow - any more and her head might just fly off, she thought. But it did sound awesome! As long as Tara was the one to take all the decisions, mind, because she really wasn't good at that. "It'll be the awesomest club since model UN!" Which was the only club she actually knew of in this place, therefore easily the most awesome.
"Enchanté, Miss Kavanaugh." She giggled, glad of Tara's sense of humour to dispel the sudden sobriety of being kidnappees-in-arms or whatever it was you called two girls who'd gotten kidnapped and sent to a school. So someone could cut out their organs. Yeah, tough one.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:23 pm
It didn't take much to get Tara excited about something. Someone else coming along for the ride was all the excuse she needed to charge forward. Yes, she was curious about Aggie. Yes, she wanted to probe for details about Barren Pines. But starting up a club to slack off and make movies took precedence, at least in the heat of the moment.
"Model UN. Pfff. They'll be nothing when we get started. Once we figure out how to get started. We probably need to find out who maintains the electronics now... and I bet we need a teacher as an advisor. Any suggestions on who to ask?"
Tara pulled out a small spiral notebook, pen attached, and started to scratch down notes in almost legible handwriting. "We'll need to figure out how to organize... we already have a valid purpose, which is a good start. Oh, right." She paused, and looked up at Aggie expectantly. "Could you remind me what your name is?" she asked, only a little ruffled. "I might have mentioned I'm really awful at them. Better to write it down while I have the chance, y'know?"
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 12:45 pm
"Oh! I'm Aggie Thorsen, although my real name is Dagmar but most people k-kind of find that hard to pronounce, so, yeah, Aggie." She admired Tara's orderliness with the kind of envy only the un-orderly could pull off, "And, um, sorry; I haven't really been paying too much attention to the teachers."
Wait, that'd sounded sort of odd, hadn't it?
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 4:09 pm
"Aggie Dagmar Thorsen," Tara mumbled, scrawling the name at the top of the page. "I like it. It's exotic. It has pizazz. It'll look good in the credits, wouldn't you say?"
If Tara could have heard Aggie's thoughts she would have laughed out loud. The only reason she carried her notebook with her all the time was because unless she wrote things down, she forgot. She wasn't just bad with names, but ideas, shopping lists, and homework assignments. Not that Tara ever bothered writing down homework assignments. It always paid to have a reason not to do them.
She paused for a moment, then started to giggle. "Me neither! That's why I was hoping you'd have ideas. I mean, would it kill this school to have some fun? All the teachers I've had so far are so boring I practically have to defibrillate myself before each class."
Tara mimed giving herself a shock to the chest, complete with wide-eyed expression, then laughed again, just because she could. It felt good to laugh with someone and actually mean it.
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