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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 9:39 pm
Quote: Text to Beanstalk: ya i am
Contrary to anything Jack or Finn might have said, Chel was an a*****e. Just in her own way.
"I like anything people are willin' to do for me," she admitted, "You coulda showed up with a bag full of candy and I would've called it a good time." Candy was hard to come bye after all. No shortness of alcohol, but candy? Good luck.
She gave him a come on really? look and said, "I dyed the bottom of it orange n' yellow so it looks like a fire." She smiled, but then sort of frowned. "Well it was supposed to anyways. I tried thas all that matters." She laughed and said, "Come to think of it, y'ain't seen my old hair have ya?" It was weird, someone not knowing her as the pink beacon.
It was silent for a moment as she flipped through her phone, looking for a picture that wouldn't require explanation. She settled for one of her many, many bathroom selfies. "People call me the pink hunter 'cause of the coat n' the scarf n' my pink hair." She handed the phone over to him so he could zoom or see it without glare or do whatever he needed. Chel on the other hand found herself digging her feet into the sand, enjoying the sensation of the grains between her toes. "Used to keep it pink all the time, was like ... my thing. Now I can't settle on anything." If Dawson wanted to flip through her pictures, he'd find many of her with other colors- blue/green, purple, pink with orange ombre, this new flame color, brown with some lighter honey in it (not blonde). Chel was a lovely rainbow.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 9:59 pm
"Just candy? Shoo'..." He snapped his fingers (successful after a few attempts) in mock defeat.
With a curious tilt of his head, Dawson began his examination of her photos, amazed by how vibrant her hair was in each photo. It was like watching a rainbow march with each swipe, and he grew quickly fascinated; it must have been something indeed to keep up, or at least it looked like a lot of hard work to someone who struggled with a brush alone. "Wow...y'look real gorgeous in alla these, Chelsea," he commented with a smile, flipping between a few of them in particular just to compare and glancing at her a few times. The fire effect was definitely working, though he was a fan of these brighter pictures. "Any reason y'can't settle, if ya don't mind me askin'?"
Dawson nearly dropped the phone when it went off with Jack's response, and he hastily handed it over lest she accuse him of being nosy.
Quote: Text to C. Craft:When will you be free?
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:06 pm
Chel's face was a common shade of red when Dawson casually complimented her appearances. In the past she would have agreed with him in a haughty display of egocentrism, but now she had a hard time agreeing with anything regarding her looks. "Er ... thanks."
The settling question immediately had her recoiling and she said, "'Cause I got commitment issues and can't figure out how to pop the question." She snorted a laugh as the text scared Dawson shitless and took the phone back from him. She looked at the text for a moment or too, almost unsteadily. "I dunno really. Used to change my hair all the time back home too. But then I got here and I just sorta ... stayed pink. Guess I liked people thinkin' ah me the way I wanted 'em to? But ... some stuff happened and ..." She brushed her bangs outta the way, giving herself a beat. "Dunno. Originally my hair was brown so I could lay low after all that stuff but now ... Not really sure if I'm ready to go back to bein' pink."
It was the first time she'd ever really articulated the dramatics of her hair, so Dawson had earned at least some kudos. She put the phone back in her pocket and ignored Jack. Because Dawson deserved that much.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:38 pm
He found the joke funny enough to snort-laugh, but Dawson wondered if he had accidentally hit a nerve, or if this Beanstalk fellow (he was Bad and sneaked just a peek) was messing with her. Was it alright to ask? This was their date, and sure it wasn't technically a "real" one (whatever that meant), but he wanted to be as good a Fake Real Date Guy as one could fake being good at, and that meant making sure his Fake Real Date Chick was Really Real Happy.
"Well, s'yer hair," Dawson concluded with a gentle pat on her back. He wasn't sure he understood what Chel meant about letting people see her how she wanted, but then again he'd only really talked to her two other times before now. She mentioned something happening, but it wasn't his place to pry if that was all she wanted to say about it; besides, Chel was a nice person to him, so that was what mattered more. "You do watcha want with it, yeah? F'ya want it t'be Skittles, then it's Skittles, n' if y'wanna be MnM's, then yer MnM's. Ain't no thing about it." A beat, a chuckle. "Maybe I'll get us some candy from the vendin' machines fer dessert after all." Paying for it like a gentleman too.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:43 pm
"Is the candy for me or for you?" she jested with a goodnatured poke to his stomach. Chel had officially eaten more food than any person could in one sitting, and was in no mood to walk around just yet.
She saw Dawson's plate move for a single moment off his lap and she took the opportunity to lay herself on it, the back of her head resting against his thigh. All she did was shoot him a cheeky grin, taking off the camo hat and putting it back on his head. "Sounds good to me cowboy. So tell me 'bout yerself hot shot. What makes ya tick? What kind of animal would you be if ya could?" She reached up to tap him on the nose. "Go on and whoo me."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:00 pm
"All fer you, sugar, all fer you~"
Adjusting his hat with a little grin in thanks, he let Chel take her seat and looked out to the crashing waves. "Hmm...Somethin' cool like a...I dunno, a falcon? Eagle?" he replied, scratching his chin. "Dunno, I'd be a sad sacka feathers t'look at... Oh! Grizzly!" he continued, making appropriate motions with his hands as he looked down at Chel. "Big a** bear with like claws n' fangs n' s**t, eatin' whatever I want n' then sleepin'! Rawwwwwwr!" A claw came and tapped her nose. "...Wait, that sounded like a lion...whoops..."
Expert woo-ing in action.
"What 'bout you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:05 pm
Chel clapped at his demonstration (it certainly didn't take much to whoo her, there was no bar after all). "You'd make a good bear I think. Fits ya nicely, cowboy."
The question had been turned on her and Chel had an immediately response. "I'd be a dragon. Never said mythical s**t was out of the question, and I seen 'em in action. They're cool as ******** and nobody ******** with them." She had thought quite a bit about this, clearly. Chel had straightened priorities. "'Course I like anything that sits on a pile of money forever." She gave Dawson a cheeky grin and tacked on, "Someone's gotta pay fer all yer food expenses right?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:12 pm
Dawson made a face. "Awww, y'cheater! Well if yer a dragon, I'ma bear-dragon-lion," he retorted with a self-important air, striking a pose as well as someone could while sitting. "Nobody messes with me threes times s'as much! N' I'd have my own pile a'money n' goodies from people payin' me tribute n' stuff. Money n' bacon."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:18 pm
Chel laughed and said, "Then I'd rather be the knight that comes and kicks your a**." Then Chel rolled over so she could press her face into Dawson's shirt. Getting sand or beach debris on her was of no concern- Chel had always liked playing in the mud best anyways.
"Mmm ... Alright, your turn to ask a question. Hit me up."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:28 pm
"Nu-uh, I'd bribe ya with some've my treasure!" he insisted. "Letcha get all the hair dye n' chocolate pancakes n' candy ya want fer lettin' me go." Genius.
Dawson scratched under his hat in thought as Chel re-situated herself, blinking. Well, at least his tummy was a good pillow. "Uhhhh...F'you could go anywhere--wait we can do that already. Uh. Favorite movie? No, wait, top three movies."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 11:48 pm
Chel guffawed. "What? That's so unfair. Nobody's got a favorite movie."
She crossed her arms and closed her eyes though, trying to think up a good one. "I always liked Toy Story when I was little ... I like the Saw movies too. Always did like Star Wars. Oh! Alien- Alien too." She sighed contentedly and finally opened her eyes. "Really, I like a ton of movies. Depends more on the company I'm keepin'."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:13 am
He chuckled. "Maybe yer right. Toy Story's good, though. My niece, she made me watch all three in one day; lotta tears goin' on. Haven't seen Star Wars in forever..." He hummed in thought and considered saving up to get the box set and a dvd player in the future.
"You ever watch Spaceballs? S'a Mel Brooks parody, real funny stuff! Darth Vader--Well he's Dark Helmet here--he, uh, he's got this real big helmet right?" The gestures started back up with enthusiasm. "Like it's just awful funny, Chelsea, he's this lil' fella struttin' around like Napoleon tryin' ta catch Lone Starr, who's like the parody've Han Solo. So, uh, there's this scene where Lone Starr's ship starts escapin' theirs, n' Dark Helmet's like," insert whiny tone, "We gotta catch 'em like now! n' his officer's like," less whiny, "but they jumped ta light speed. So Dark Helmet goes hell, let's get ta ludicrous speed t'get 'em n' everyone's like that's a shitty plan sir but he's like do it you petty excuse fer an officer, so they do n' s**t gets crazy 'cause they goin' so fast, right? Seatbelts on, all entrances and exits sealed, gift shop and mall closed, the whole thing. So y'know how when lightspeed happens the stars get turned ta like straight lines n' stuff? Well they get ta ludicrous speed, n' y'know what? They goin' so fast, the lines turn ta plaid!"
He guffawed. "Plaid!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:18 am
Chel tried to listen, she really did. But she probably gave herself away with the confused, utterly bored looks she was shooting Dawson.
She didn't get the joke, and she blew her bangs out of her face to show it. She cracked a smile, trying to give him something. "Sounds like a ... you had to be there kinda joke?"
So he wasn't the best storyteller- that wasn't the end of the world, right? Just one flaw. Lord knew Chel had a million of them! It was okay. Still good. Still salvageable.
"I think my legs are sayin' it's time fer a walk." She sat up, and turned over, kissing him on the cheek again. It wasn't romantic for Chel unfortunately, just a flirtation she'd nurtured into a habit. "We can find some cool seashells and s**t."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:27 am
He deflated for a moment and then realized that it did require actually seeing the movie to understand. One just couldn't quite gesture out the word plaid good enough. "Yeah, sawry," he said with a sheepish rub of his neck. "Kinda go on rants sometimes; y'can stop me next time I bore ya."
Feeling better after the kiss, Dawson hopped to his feet once she was free of his lap and offered to help her up. "Alright, lemme just pack up here..." Even with Dawson as one of the eaters, there was still quite a bit of food left. He started to appropriate the leftovers together, inwardly wincing when he saw how many empty styrofoam boxes were leftover as a result. A waste, Momma would've said. Mother Nature's a'cryin' and you ain't even gonna finish your food in one sittin'!
Stacking them into one of the plastic bags, he then double bagged it just in case and carefully smashed it into his bag before attending to the trash, which was left in the remaining bag to swing from his arm unromantically. He offered Chel the other arm instead. "M'lady."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:39 am
Chel raised an eyebrow and pointed to the bag. "Let's just hide it behind a ********' rock or somethin'. S'gonna get super annoyin' carryin' it around."
She squinted and said, "Look there's a dune over there with some grass piles and s**t, we can hide it there." She stuck out a hand and crossed over her heart, solemnly swearing, "If anyone ******** with it I promise I'll make their face look as bad as mine does."
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