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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:19 pm
Caoimhe had been in Gaia for years -- YEARS -- and had never known the epicness of birthday parties. Sure, when the approximate time Gristla found her in a bubble on Aranorn rolled around, there would be some kind of special meal, maybe an extra hug, but gift-giving wasn't really in the style of the Enilef people. It had actually been Mrs. Kates, her next-door neighbor, that had introduced the idea of having an insane blow-out party when that time rolled around -- all through a little television show called "My Super Sweet Sixteen" that came from some alternate universe. Whatever. All the Fa'e knew was that she wanted to rent out a big house, eat a ton of food, and have people buy her things -- all while she was being a total douche about it. How old was she, anyway? Hell, the girl had no clue. Aranorn didn't function on the same yearly cycle as Gaia, and anyway, when you spend a lot of your life as a slave in jail, you kind of lose a little bit of time.
So -- one day -- Caoimhe simply decided that it was going to be her birthday this week and that she was turning sixteen. Of course, Gristla had griped for hours about how useless wasting money and time on a night celebrating birth was, but Caoimhe told her (gently) to shove it. Besides, with her fairly lucrative jewelry business and her incredibly low living expenses, the teenage Fa'e had a lot of excess money to throw around -- and throw it around she did. First, she hired a caterer -- the most important thing -- who swore he would make all the food she wanted and then some. Next, she rented the fancy beach house a few streets over from her own sea side shack. She'd eyeballed the place for months, knew it was empty, and after Gristla realized the girl intended to just break in, the proper financial arrangements had been made to keep it all very, very legal.
Earlier that day, Caoimhe made her way to the Fa'e HQ to get a list of addresses and such to mail invites too. She really only knew a handful of people, but she figured since all the Fa'e were pretty much societal freaks that they might be down to go to a party thrown by one of their own -- even sight unseen. And now, it was with a flourish that she made her way to Partyland -- a tacky shop in Barton -- where she intended to buy every glittery gaudy piece of nonsense to make it absolutely clear that it was a party and everyone better get down to business.
Flopping noisily in her unlaced sneakers, the teen Fa'e prowled the aisles, grabbing pretty much every beach-themed item she could find. A chubby red-headed woman approached her and, spotting her massive armload, asked, "Um, do you need a cart or something?" Caoimhe wasted no time in dumping the load into the woman's arms.
She placed a bejeweled birthday crown on her head and said, "You can just keep it at the counter. I'll come buy it all in a second." The redhead raised an eyebrow before disappearing off toward the register. Man, just a few more minutes, and Caoimhe would own all the tacky beach-themed stuff in an instant. Whoever said shopping was stressful?
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 9:21 am
Orestae never should have let Rune watch 'Entourage', and she'd known that from the moment she'd turned on the TV. Those blue eyes had lit up the way they often did before her house erupted in flames, her car was stolen and/or crashed while trying to jump a creek and/or human being, or her sleep was disrupted by any number of loud, obnoxious antics. She'd watched him stroll out of the house that morning with newly acquired swagger, shaking her head as he ranted angrily about not having a small, unintelligent fleet of minions to do his bidding.
For Rune, it was just another day since returning home. Whatever lesson he'd learned in Italy had been buried deep under a thick skin of denial, leaving the Fa'e more or less the same perpetual frat boy he'd always been. He perused the aisles of Partyland mostly out of boredom, looking for various decorations or party favors with which he could make a mess of HQ in honor of his triumphant return. Amongst all of the tacky beads and shining hats, the last thing he ever would have expected to see was another Fa'e. And how did Rune know the foxy chick treating the cashier like a servant was a Fa'e? Because of all the tacky s**t that inhabited Gaia, Fa'e were undeniably distinguishable from the rest of the crowd.
He plucked a couple of plastic tiaras from the nearest shelf, the nickel-sized plastic gems shinning dully as he placed one upon his brow. A few confident steps brought him within close proximity of the Fa'e girl, where he leaned casually against a shelf full of beach-bucket shaped margarita glasses.
“What do you think?” he said, switching out the pink and blue tiaras, “I really love the way the blue brings out my eyes, but I really just think pink is more of my color.”
Innuendo intended.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 9:09 pm
As wrapped up in her frivolous party-shopping as she was, Caoimhe was observant enough to notice the rainbow Fa'e long before he started wielding tiaras. He was much taller than the girl, which wasn't exactly a new thing for her, and she had to crane upward to really get a look at the strange male Fa'e. "I think they'd both look better on me," she snapped, tipping her own tiara up as proof. Goddamnit, this was her party -- she wasn't about to let another Fa'e take the spotlight.
Sidestepping the stranger, she tried to keep her pace casual, but the presence of the opposite sex typically gave her butterflies -- the bad kind that wore giant steel spikes on their heads and made her want to run in the opposite direction. It was probably fear, but the temperamental Fa'e would never admit it, or even bother to ponder why it was that she seemed ever-so-terrified of older men. OH WELL.
Eying the row of colorful glasses, Caoimhe picked up one shaped like a flamingo, turned it over in her hand, and then placed it back on the shelf. She stole a glance back at the older Fa'e and, though she tried to fight it, the corner of her mouth turned upward. Seriously -- he just looked ridiculous, a big rainbow fairy floating down the aisles. With a tail.
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