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 Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 9:16 pm
Kirin's lips twitched. Jada was certainly succeeding at being unpredictable. The socialite was unlike the usual rich girls of Destiny City and seemed to delight in shocking people.
He sighed as his words dimmed Jada's mood. "I'm just teasing," he said lightly. "Like I said: snarky and sarcastic at times. I'm still planning to finish school, if only to be able to go to DCU if I decide that's what I want."
Straight into work, or more schooling first? Kirin would need to investigate their computer courses. No sense attending if they couldn't teach him anything new. But it was safe to say that the carrying, birthing, or stay-at-home-raising of babies was not on his list.
"That's a good plan," Kirin nodded in agreement at the idea of a taxi. "Even if my uniform does make it obvious where I go to school, I don't need them following me there." Or anywhere else he chose to go.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 9:25 pm
"Oh!" Jada clasped her hands together. "DCU is a lot of fun. My parents wanted me to go someplace that looked better on a resume, but why leave my home? So I ended up going to DCU. Don't go to Shlip, they ended up being too stuffy for me, even if they do have some really smart students." School? Too stuffy for Jada? Why, she could surely fit in with even the stuffiest... stuffers. And she could, but why deal with the stress every day? Everyone she'd met at DCU had been interesting. "They have some older students, and their schedules are very flexible, what with the numbers of working adults."
Jada: DCU cheer squad?
"Hopefully they won't stalk a high school girl back to her school." the younger woman's lips thinned. Really, she should have kicked herself. Kirin was older than Jada and had admitted it, so why was she mothering her? "If they do, call the cops, please? And don't do anything stupid like try and get in a fight with them. You're a girl. Think of your face."
What a hypocrite.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 9:34 pm
Kirin didn't have a clue what 'Shlip' was, which meant he should possibly attend his next session with the career guidance counselor. Finding out what his options were would have to take precendence over a 'free period' to sneak off campus.
"Sounds good," he said cautiously, not wanting to tie himself down to anything yet. "I like flexible schedules." All the better to fit around his senshi activities and late night computing sessions.
He nearly facefaulted as Jada spoke of thinking of Kirin's face. Jada, with her prominent bruising over one eye, who had no doubt not called the cops over the punch. More to appease Jada and her nagging, Kirin said, "Yeah yeah, I'm barely over five foot. Who the hell am I gonna be able to fight? Elementary schoolers?"
The waiter must have deduced their intentions from all the checking of the time. He rushed back over and, with only the faintest hint of a blush, asked if they wanted their leftovers boxed up to take with them. It was toss up as to whether his manner was due to fawning over pretty girls or worry over his tip.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:43 pm
"You'd be amazed at what five feet of woman can do." Jada said it serenely, examining her nails while the waiter ran around like a chicken with his head cut off. "Especially one who knows how to use it." the heiress had put a lot of work into making her body very toned, even before she became a senshi. Once she had been awakened, every day she'd thrown energy into learning useful tricks to stay alive. "If you're interested, I go to the gym almost every evening. Always interested in finding someone to go to class with me." So many people dropped out of them.
"And elementary school students can be quite scrappy. Lucas is 10, but I've seen him fight like a real woman." pulling hair, kicking the other little kids in the side... 'just like the people on TV' he'd said. And the night she'd checked in on him and he was sitting up in bed watching Pulp Fiction? That had been the last night he had a television in his room. Now he was limited to the radio and a nightlight. Zora, on the other hand, had recently started watching HBO. Jada wasn't too excited to see how that ended up.
Their boxes were being delivered now, along with a To-Go drink for each of them, and Jada gave the waiter a sweet smile. "Thanks." she told him blandly. He walked away, and she pulled back out that phone. "Kirin, give me your phone number?"
Her face was so cute, so innocent, how could the other girl want to refuse?
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:05 am
Kirin hummed, expression dubious. A five foot woman might be able to hold her own if she bulked up or learned a martial art. But Kirin wasn't that sort of person. Even if he had recently been thinking that he needed to learn something to even the playing field against all the Negaverse agents out there who did know how to fight or were just levels above him... he thought it was something he'd rather do with no one he knew watching him. He expected a lot of fail to begin with.
So even though the idea had merit, he evaded. "I dunno. I know where my strengths lie, and that's behind a computer not treadmill."
There was a pause as the waiter brought the first of many boxes over to their table. Kirin eyed the small stack, knowing it was only going to grow before things were done.
"My- what?" Kirin frowned, wondering if he'd misheard. Jada waited expectantly. With a sigh, Kirin capitulated. What was it with curly haired girls strong-arming his contact details. Kirin rattled off his phone number. "Prank or text me and I'll add you to my contacts."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:14 am
Jada had hit send on a text message that looked like this:
=^_^=
It was too late to take it back now.
"I text people all the time." she said half-heartedly. "You mean I can't?" That was a much more important issue than teaching her redheaded new friend about the merits of Girl Power.
"I'm terrible with electronics." she said finally. "I mean, I love them, but all the little pieces, and the programming, and I still can't figure out what overclocking is, and why a clock has to be cooled." she gave a hapless shrug. "Does that mean next time my computer breaks I can take it to you before having to confess to my little sister that I broke Pistachio again?"
Pistachio? Had someone in her house named their computer?
"I mean, Pistachio is a good computer, but I keep on crashing it. Every time she blue screens, Zora hits me."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:39 am
Kirin's phone appeared from somewhere as a short burst of beeps filled the air. One eyebrow raised in slow motion as he read the message Jada had sent. "That's... cute," he said. Adding Jada to his contact list didn't take long, so it wasn't much of a distraction. Kirin had never known anyone who used those sorts of emoticons. He dealt with programmers. Jada seemed the sort to hang out on cutsey anime chat forums.
Kirin sighed and tucked the phone away somewhere under his school skirt. "You can text. I may not always be free to respond, but I always check my phone, so I'll read them."
Which was more than most people would have gotten from him. He tended to delete message unread from people he didn't like. Or change his number entirely if too many of them managed to find his number.
As Jada spoke about her computer troubles, Kirin's face went from mildly perturbed to plain horrified. First, to name a computer something so... and to keep... "What on earth are you doing to it?" he demanded. "No, wait, I don't want to know." It would just disturb him more.
"Yes, you can call me if you break it. I promise to be mildly less abusive than most call centers out there."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:48 am
"I won't add you to my status texts, just the important ones." Jada snapped her phone shut, tossing it back in her bag. Her wallet came out, and she tossed a twenty on the table as the last of the boxes arrived, along with two bags. Jada slid her ravioli into one of the bags, and two of the dessert boxes in with it, leaving the other dessert boxes and Kirin's raviolis on the table.
Watching the redhead's face change made Jada wonder if choosing Kirin over her sister was really the lesser of two evils. Just what she needed would be her new friend meeting her little sister and falling in computer-BFF love with her. Jada would get stuck in a computer 101 class, and never see the light of day.
"I don't know what I do to it." she was in a real hurry now, looking guiltily over at the other woman. "I just... it just.... it just turns blue. I don't even have to touch it." Well, except to turn it on, but that wasn't her fault. Zora had tried all sorts of things, and finally just resorted to cursing when she saw Jada's sheepish face peek into her bedroom. Audrey had been getting questions lately, but Jada thought her friend was slowly losing patience with her too.
"I pay in food and cash." she added, trying to be helpful. Last thing she needed was Kirin thinking Jada was a leech!
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 4:19 pm
Sprawled in his chair, Kirin made a growling noise and rubbed the back of his head. He considered the offer of food. Cash wasn't needed, and he told Jada as much. "I don't need money. Call me if - rather, when - it breaks and we can discuss alternative means of payment." Maybe he'd make her pay for a session at the most upscale karaoke joint in town. That'd be enough to put him in a good mood after whatever computer horrors Jada put him through.
Kirin scooped the boxes in front of him into a plastic bag. It was more dessert than he'd been expecting. But at least it was free.
He eyed the tip. "Because the waiter didn't love us enough, already," he drolly said as he stood and brushed down his skirt. "Time to go?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:12 pm
The heiress watched the redhead rub her own scalp and gave her a weak smile, sliding out of the booth along with her. "I am good with that." she agreed. "I'll call you at the first sign of something going wrong. Thank you." She slid out of the booth, reveling in the fact that for once, she was taller than the person she was around. All the short people she seemed to know were....
Well hey, maybe there was a height requirement for being a senshi or a Negaverse agent?
She stood up, offering her arm as per her 'role' out to the redhead and reaching out to collect the plastic bag. "Want me to carry that for you? I figure we can catch you a taxi to take you where you need to go, and to drop me at the lawyer's office. That way, just in case...?" She didn't know if the other woman would accept. "Ugh, if it weren't for those COLORS, your uniform would be so cute."
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 10:35 pm
Kirin shot Jada a confused look as she reached for the bag. "I've got it," he said, before remembering their little charade. Figuring that even if their stalkers had taken off by now, it wouldn't do to drop the ruse in front of the restaurant staff, Kirin took the arm Jada offered. He allowed himself a mental chuckle. Fake lesbians, indeed. And Jada as the 'man' of the relationship would never get old. If he ever dropped his own charade - unlikely, his brain pointed out - he really would have to tell Jada just to see her face when he reminded her of today.
The comments on his uniform earned a shrug. It wasn't like Kirin cared that much about clothes. It was a uniform. "I think uniforms are designed to look bad," he offered. "Evens the playing field, so even the ugly kids can console themselves with the fact that the prom king and queen still have to wear the same garbage as everyone else."
He had nothing against red. If only Meadowview had stuck with red, instead of an orangey-russet-brown colour. "It could probably clash worse with my hair. Maybe. If it were pink."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:46 pm
Jada let Kirin take her own bag, and just took the other woman's arm in her own, linking it like they were Very Good Friends. People who had caught the mild altercation were staring at the two from under their lashes, trying to get the measure of the two women who had been the cause of such a fuss. She guided the redhead through the tables confidently, ignoring the few people who leaned in to their table mates, gossiping about one thing or another that had to do with one of them. It could be that Jada looked so much older than the other girl, and they'd been professing to be dating?
If they thought Jada a cradle robber, they'd be sorely disappointed knowing the truth, and goodness knew none of them could be thinking that the redhead had left these bruises. So whatever they wanted to talk about wasn't anything she had to worry about. Behind them, busboys were descending on their table, clearing away the mass of plates. "The Crystal uniforms didn't look that bad, and goodness knows money has nothing to do with beauty in High School." Well, at Crystal it may have-- Lisa wasn't the first Crystal Student to have plastic surgery in order to be 'beautiful', and would not be the last. "I think it really is that..."
Her pert little nose wrinkled up in a look of visible disgust. "If it were only a little closer to pink, I would call that a salmon color." They stepped out the doors with arms linked, and Jada's lips curved in satisfaction to see that their companions were not within view. She held up her hand with the bag, and almost immediately a taxi was pulling up to the curb.
Jada had one real talent in life: it was calling a taxi.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:14 pm
Kirin ignored the stares and hushed gossip as they left. It seemed that he and Jada were the most entertaining thing to happen to anyone else all day - how very sad for those people living their boring little lives. Jada would have been proud of Kirin's regal bearing as they swept out of the restaurant.
Jada flagged down a taxi and Kirin took the opportunity to inspect the collar of his uniform. "Huh, you may be right," he said. It really was close to salmon pink, just a touch too orange. "And nobody ever looked good wearing a fish."
He climbed into the back of the taxi, nursing his boxes of precious Italian pasta and desserts. The door remained open for Jada to follow him in. The driver peered over his shoulder to stare at Kirin, clearly expecting a destination. Kirin waited for Jada - she was the one with the appointment to keep.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:34 pm
The black-haired woman couldn't stop her small snort of laughter. "No, no one looks good wearing a fish." There wasn't any doubt she was right, her small smirk said as she eyed the redhead's uniform again. "I actually might have a couple things that would look really good on you." she said finally, wistfully. "If you like to play clotheshorse. I've been cleaning out my closet again and dug out some tops and a couple of dresses I'd just completely forgotten about."
She let the other girl in first, watching her adjust her boxes, and then slid neatly into the taxi with a practiced ease. Her skirt didn't ride up in the back, held down skillfully by one hand. Behind the passenger seat, she crossed her ankles neatly, and leaned forward. "Cohen and Alter, on 6th, please." Jada was naming some of the most well-known Attorneys in Destiny City. She opened her little bag, pulled out three twenties and passed them into the cabbie's greedy hands. "And then wherever my friend needs to go. Keep the change."
No wonder she was skilled at getting cabs to stop.
It didn't take long for the cabbie to drive her the .8 miles to the lawyer's office, and she slid out of the car with the same ease she'd gotten into it. "I'll probably end up calling you soon, Kirin." The confession was easy. "Enjoy your dinner, alright? And take care of yourself. Don't get cornered by any more hoodlums." The door shut behind her, and she was moving up the stairs, met by three worried-looking older men in neatly pressed business suits, swarming her and already talking a mile a minute. She let them propel her up the stairs as if she were used to it, shaking her head and saying something back to one of them.The cabbie waited for the redhead to say where they were going to be going, apparently in no hurry.
On the floorboard, there were two bags left for Kirin.
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