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 Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 9:53 pm
What's A Puri-Kura
"Yeah, zombie babies, dreadful miscarriages, the works." She flashed the screen a bright smile and show of an exaggerated peace sign as though what she were saying wasn't at all on her mind. "When you work in the infirmary and get nosey, like me, you find a lot of dreadful stuff." The next face was a smaller smile, with another hand gesture, this time of forefinger and pinky in the air that required both hands be tipped as cutely as possible against her cheeks.
As for the third, she gasped and attempted to cover up Leslie's indecent action. Her beloved puri-kura couldn't be besmirched with his rudeness!
"That's... Scarily accurate, actually..." She dropped his hand and paused to make a face, to sit back and thing about that. Until now the idea that she couldn't have children seemed a little sad, but when he put it like that... When she considered what she knew about Deus' unflinching policy toward whatever unrealistic goal they'd set for their soldiers, she knew Leslie probably wasn't far off the mark.
The flash startled her enough that she jumped back, smacked her shoulders against the wall behind them.
"NO! No I wasn't ready nooooo!" As the machine pinged at them to signal the completion of the picture portion, and began another techy song to encourage them to decorate their pictures, the girl reached down and frantically brought back out her wallet.
"No we have to do another one! That one is like-- PRACTICE! C'mon ok?" It was the first time she'd really asked for his permission, something she didn't realize until Abbi looked at Leslie.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:09 pm
Ink & Skin"Oh come on!" She retorted as soon as he'd said his favorite derogatory comment. "You say that about everything! You know what... I bet if you saw some guy mackin' on his girlfriend you'd say that's gay too." So it was a childish remark meant only to make him fume, which was odd given that for once he was being rather obliging with her, but Abbi couldn't help herself. She did quickly gobble up what had begun to melt of her popsicle before she waved it at Leslie. "I am not getting a tramp stamp. Or any piercings. My ears were enough, thanks." But she turned thoughtful, stubbed a toe against the ground as she nibbled a little. "What if I got like... Something on my wrists? Yanno, something small?" It wasn't flashy like a tongue piercing or sexy like a tramp stamp, not that she ever wore anything to show it off anyways, but it was still a feeler in that direction. "Would you come with me?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 12:32 pm
Dressing Rooms" All of it?" he asked, grimacing from behind the stack of clothes in his arms. "There's more clothes here than I've ever owned in my ******** life, Abbi."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 12:46 am
Dressing RoomsAn equally tall stack sat in Abbi's arms, though more colorful, as she beamed at Leslie who stood before the stall to a dressing room. Normally the fitting room attendant would have instructed them to find rooms in gender specific areas, but Abbi's insistence had won the woman over and the slip of a few bills hadn't hurt. It had been exciting to pull such an act, something the teen might never have given a go had she not be awarded such generous pay as Deus managed. "Yes, all of it!" She chirped as she hopped into her room and began to hang the skirts and shirts and dresses and heaps of pastels onto the hooks provided. A ginger set of pigtails came out first before the pale face and bright eyes that followed. "That's the point, Leslie!" His name was said with excitement, with mirth, with honest adoration reserved only for close friends. The girl maneuvered herself in a zig-zag form as to avoid the door, then the wall, then his door, as she approached, her freckled hands reaching for some part of him to clutch in glee. "This is a brand new life! Deus is... A whole other chapter of your life! Its like... A second part. Yanno how books have the first part and the second part, and the really good ones have a third part? This is the second part!" A hand goes flat to spread an imaginary title in the air. "A new heading! A new life! You can do whatever you want! And I know you... You've spent next to nothing of your paychecks, so you've got a stack of cash just waiting to be spent."There was no way she could know how he felt, but regardless, Abbi could string together what she believed to be logic. A sweet dog that was kicked away for its own good, a scrawny kid who hoarded everything, even silly things like a little ginger girl. "You deserve a really nice treat for yourself. Even if its something dumb like a new wardrobe... Besides! There isn't a single place on the Island to spend our paychecks and I didn't travel all the way to Chicago to buy two pizzas and a pitcher of beer. A'IGHT?"In a motion that is too sweet and too forward in a way she doesn't mean, something typically she runs away form it, Abbi lunges forward and plants a kiss on Leslie's cheek before she rushes out of his dressing room and loudly slams the door of her own. "You have to show me everything except maybe the three pairs of boxer shorts I grabbed. I really do not want to see that ok?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 3:19 pm
What's A Puri-Kura
"I work in the infirmary too, but Sunny keeps a sharp ******** eye on me. Like a bitchy, blonde hawk."
He grimaced, still, at the idea of zombie babies. "Jesus. Remind me to never stick my d**k in anything that lives on the island and-- Oh my ********, stop yelling jesus-- ok, god, fine!" He made a face at her, not quite sliding close because he wasn't comfortable with it, still, but staying within range if she wanted to initiate. The booth was too small for his liking, claustrophobia kicking in a little.
"But my hard ******** limit is five rounds, okay? s**t."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 3:21 pm
Ink & Skin
"Oh ******** you, no. There's just a ******** way about. How s**t was where I grew up." And it had stuck. "What, like a flower or some s**t? Of course I'd come with you. Someone's gotta be there while you screech like a banshee."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 3:27 pm
Dressing Rooms "If you say so," he muttered, shuffling into a changing room, somehow managing not to drop anything. He'd snorted as Abbi had bribed the attendant, offering her a sharp grin of approval. He'd turn her into a delinquent soon enough. But, still, he let Abbi hold onto him, because that was what she did: grabbing for more, insisting on pulling out who he was beneath layers of snarl and biting, holding steady no matter what. She was unflappable. He glared at the ground, even as she smooched his cheek. "You're ******** insane," he muttered through the wall, "I'll ******** show you everything that I don't really hate, that's as good as you're getting." No acknowledgement of the treat yourself comment. Leslie knew for a fact he didn't deserve it, and it wasn't worth the argument. Lelsie stared at himself in the mirror, and minus the hair, he didn't even look like himself any more. There was no way clothes were worth so much. "Second part or ******** not, there is no way a pair of ******** pants are worth eighty bucks, jesus s**t."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 7:38 pm
Ink & Skin
There was some serious eye rolling going on, but Abbi said nothing because there were more important matters. Namely that Leslie had actually agreed to going with her to get a tattoo. The remainder of her icicle was inhaled and chomped on, even though it hurt and she whimpered a little at the cold on her teeth, the stick tossed to the nearest trashcan. With her hands now free, Abbi used them to grab at her friend's arms.
"Not a flower! Something so much cooler and like awesome and really? Cause I might have done some research and there might be a place near here I wanna go?" And it might take a while and it would definitely hurt, but their day was mostly done. They had a pile of shopping bags each, they'd just eaten and the teen wasn't sure what else to do. So... Why not a tattoo? Or two...
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 8:12 pm
Dressing Rooms"All the best people are." She chirped in response to being called insane as she locked the door of her room and began to remove her purse and jacket. "I accept this amendment because if you hate it then I don't wanna see your grumpy gills face get all grumpy gill...ier..." Just gonna ignore that one. There were a few shuffles, a bang followed by an "ow! Ita ita ita!" and then another bang, only of the fitting room door being literally kicked open. A three part mirror heralded the end of the dressing room hall, of which Abbi bolted for. "I-D-K about you but I look pretty fly for a white girl." Not normally one for anything that wasn't a skirt, the teen had lucked out with a cute fluffy shirt and shorts combo. "Shows off my legs... I think we have our first winner of the day!" With a grin she whirled around and waited for Leslie. And by waited, that meant she ran over to his room and knocked on the door and sang his name to come out and show her what he'd tried on.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 8:26 pm
What's A Puri-KuraA sour lemon face was given at Leslie calling Sunny a bitchy hawk. "Maybe she doesn't like you because you call her mean names?" HMMMMMMM? There were a few comments she could make about where he could put certain parts of him that were all quite tame compared to what he had to say, but she didn't say anything. He was willing to do five rounds of puri-kura? Oh. It was very clear Leslie didn't know puri-kura. "FINE! Five is fine, I guess!" She bemoaned in her best out-of-sorts voice that accompanied a very well practiced sigh. They did have to decorate their first one though... "I'm putting a bandaid over your birb-finger." The teen told him, knowing he wouldn't get the birb reference.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 2:36 am
Ink & Skin
"Yeah, sure let's do it. And by that I mean, I'll go watch you do it." He was, admittedly, a little interested. "Whatcha gonna get if not something girly as ********?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 2:40 am
What's A Puri-Kura"Trust me," Leslie said, entirely and gravely serious, "Sunny's just that way. Not that I hate her or anything, she's helping me out and s**t. But that doesn't change the fact that she's a bitchy, blonde hawk." He even smiled for one. But just one, and it was the most awkward thing. After, he tried to set it on fire, and failed. "What the <******** is a birb."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 8:06 pm
Ink & Skin
She could scream with glee, just burst into a fit of squealing and dance around Leslie.
Instead she grabbed his hand and began to drag him toward the shop.
"I'm gonna get something from a game! Its gonna be TOTALLY AWESOMEEEEEE!" AHHHHHH she couldn't believe this was actually happening. She was actually getting to do the thing she wanted!!! 1!!! 1 !!!!!
"C'MON C'MON C'MOOOON!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:12 pm
Ink & Skin "What game?" Leslie asked, opening pandora's box, and the whole time they walk, she talks, and he gets maybe 5, 10% of it-- but she's so excited about explaining that he doesn't mind. They got to the tattoo parlor, and it's clean and bright and shiny. There's even a chick working, not just behind the counter, but gunning ink straight into someone's rosy buttcheek. Leslie gave Abbi a look, nudging her forward. "Go on," he muttered. "Ask for your. What was it again?"
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