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 Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 3:24 pm
"Ohohoho-ho-ho-hooooooo," Rosalind laughed rather obnoxiously, drawing her last chuckle out like a melting record. She had never, ever, EVER heard anyone speak to her in such a way and then coup de grace it all with a jab at her appearance. Rosalind stood for a few seconds, her right hand quivering. It had the desire to slap him across the face with as much force as she could muster-- Rosalind probably could have dusted the youma with the slap she wanted to pull. But, she was a lady. Ladies never slapped anyone. Atleast, not the proper ones.
"Okay, I stopped to listen to what you had to say for a second," she said in a semi-deep tone, "and all I hear is that you are jealous. Jealous that you will never have the money that I have, jealous that you will be a sweaty, blue-collar worker the rest of your life and probably die that way. Jealous that you want to impose your ethics on everyone, but nobody wants to listen. Who's going to listen to a poor, bitter teenaged boy with radical views over a rich, well-to-do lady such as myself?" Rosalind gasped for a breath of air when she said everything she had to.
"I am flattered that my appearance pleases you, I really am," Rosalind retorted, "but unfortunately, I am not out to impress boys who will never be men."
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:30 am
Sailor Taranis considered himself a rational, logical person. He could debate for hours on end without raising his voice. He could watch FOX News without complaint. He could attend beauty pageants and country clubs without getting into an altercation. This was because he was secure that he operated on the side of knowledge and considered a good philosopher to be the one that makes his point softly but strongly.
When Sailor Rosalind opened her mouth to spew about money, Taranis scowled darkly. He should have let the youma have her. This was how he felt, genuinely. "Those were a lot of words for you, I'm sure. Did someone write those down for you? Or did you come up with them all on your own?" His scowl lifted into a sneer. If he hadn't of exhausted his powers, he might have flung a half-hearted sand blast in her direction.
She had pushed the sensitive buttons on his chest, and Taranis had no intention of biting his tongue. Rosalind was a useless person. She was hardly a person at all. "Your mind is so narrow I don't think you can fit more than one thought in there at a time and -- wouldn't you know -- they are only thoughts about yourself. You are self-important, pretentious, inflammatory, and a waste of air. I know this from spending five minutes in your unpleasant company." There was so much he wanted to say, but Taranis was exhausted just looking at her. Were these the people he would be working with? Were these what other senshi were like? If he thought Aurora Namid was a snob, then this girl was the evil queen of all snobbery.
All Taranis had told her was that she shouldn't order him around. He had said worse things to worse people and not gotten this degree of a classist and condescending response. Rosalind confirmed every single stereotype he had about people with money, and suddenly, Taranis wished he'd never come to patrol Crystal Academy in the first place. Let them die, or let this useless shrew in ruffles exert herself on their behalf. Taranis would not do it again. He could not find it in himself to give a flying ********. In the morning, perhaps he would reconsider, but that night, all the hatred and pessimism that dominated his civilian life whirred in a black fog around his heart.
Without any recognition of her, Sailor Taranis started to walk away, calling the words over his shoulder. They were mumbled, but clearly intended for her ears. "I cannot wait until the day when you are old and ugly and -- when your vapid stupidity fails to make you capable of achieving any personal success -- totally alone. Maybe then you can find one of those mink stoles from back when anyone gave a damn about you." Sailor Taranis stopped at the corner and shot her a cool glare. "To hang yourself with."
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 10:15 pm
"My mind is most certainly not narrow, I'll have you know!!" Rosalind scoffed and sloshed her gloved hands through her wet hair, continuing, "I am very capable of deep, poetic thought. Now, I am going to return to my luxurious abode, while you can go throw some sand together and call it home. I'm sure it's atleast a thousand times better than the trash can you usually sleep in." Rosalind huffed and watched as Taranis turned back and spewed nonsense about her being alone-- she couldn't fathom the idea. How could such a well-to-do young lady ever be alone? She'd surely be surrounded by lovely people the rest of her life.
She had half a mind to throw a golden pump where the youma had thrusted the trash can into the back of his head, but decided against it. "Ugh, that riffraff causes such bestial thoughts in my head. This is what nasty vagrants like him do to girls such as myself," Rosalind thought while continuing to huff. She collected herself and turned in the opposite direction of Taranis, making a mental note to never deal with poor senshi again. She felt a chill run down her spine-- it was probably just from being wet. Probably.
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