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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 2:00 pm
“I’m telling you, it’s not a word.”
“It is too!”
Tango gave a long and suffering sigh, shaking his head. Some times he couldn’t help but wonder how he got stuck with May as a mother. But those moments were always short lived as he remembered he was stolen.
“May. Listen to me. Appling is not word.”
“Tango, you listen to me! Appling is too, its like stoning, but with apples.”
Emerald orbs rolled skywards before he turned back to the muffin in front of him, taking a bite he ignored the supposed journalist, who seemed to have a fetish with making up words. He supposed he should be more thankful. After all, she had taken him to a new café since he was banned from the old one. She had taken the news fairly well, after all. He was certain when the manager kicked them out she’d be fuming, but instead she took them to this quaint little bookstore like café.
With a yawn he leaned heavily back into his chair, the front legs lifting into the air. “Now what?”
“I don’t know.” She answered curtly. “But I do know appling is a word.”
A loud groan escaped his lips as he desperately searched for something to do, other then listen to his ‘mom’
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:03 pm
Vivica burrowed deeper into her somewhat over-sized hoodie, frowning down at the empty page of lined paper in her notebook before her and the hulking mathematics textbook that sat next to it. Scowl darkening, she reached up, yanking her headphones off her ears to hang around her neck with more force than was needed; the wailing electric guitar and screaming vocals now all to audible to all those close by her though she pretended she didn't notice.
Glancing around her, she searched for a more interesting event within the rather quiet cafe, anything that didn't involve the math homework that was due tomorrow; another dumb review for anther dumb test she would just flunk anyways.
Finally her eyes settled on a child and a woman not to far from where she was that were seemingly arguing about something or other. It was the boy's hair that had caught her eye; the red and orange strands didn't quite seem right for a child while still looking almost natural on him. It made her somewhat self-conscious of her own dye-abused hair, currently black with quite a bit of dark brown roots peeking out.
Flinching at the thought, she turned back to staring at her homework, willing the answers to just appear already.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:15 pm
Emerald orbs, flecked with yellow, locked with brown for a moment before the latter’s owner turned to look down at paper before her. A scowl formed on Tango’s face before he turned back to May. She was still rambling about her word when he huffed out a sigh.
“Some people.”
“She never even saw it com- Some people what?”
The young boy shrugged his shoulder, taking a sip of the coffee next to his muffin. Swallowing thoughtfully he motioned back with his head. “Some people are rude and seem to enjoy staring at others. That’s all.”
May winced at the volume in the other’s tone. It was evident he was making sure he was heard in the quiet café. Sighing herself, she turned to her own snack. A simple salad, not even a hint of a dressing. After all, dressing was too fattening, and she was on a desperate attempt to lose some weight. Stupid emo brats.
Stabbing at a poor piece of lettuce with her fork she jammed it in her mouth, chewed, then swallowed before replying cheekily, “Maybe you should apple her.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:36 pm
Vivica winced slightly at the boys statement, which she could hear clearly despite the loud music she was listening to. Gritting her teeth she decided to just ignore him; he was obviously a spoiled little brat of some sort and decidedly not pleasant.
Picking up the pencil that lay discarded next to her notebook, she began on the first problem, concentrating only a few moments before changing her task over to doodling senseless things in her papers margins and glowering.
Pushing her hair back behind her ear again, she snatched for her drink, taking a quick swallow of it before slamming it down again with to much force; she loathed kids, and that brat had just reminded her why.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:49 pm
May winced at the sound of the other girl’s class hitting the table harshly. Sending her son a glare, he promptly looked away from her. “Tango, look what you did! Now she’s mad. Go apologize.”
“No.”
“Tango…”
“No. She shouldn’t have been staring.”
May gave an exasperated sigh before turning her attention to the stand of books near them. Really, she loved the boy, but some times. Turning back to Tango, an idea formed in her brain and a twisted smirk etched itself onto her face. Tango could feel his stomach tie into knots, just at that look. Not that he’d tell her she had that effect.
“Go apologize now, or no coffee for a week.”
Tango blinked in response. That was it? That was what invoked that smirk of doom? He bit back the desire to laugh out loud at May’s pathetic attempt of a threat. “So? I can survive.”
Biting her bottom lip in agitation, she reached over the table and swatted him on the back of the head. This provoked a snicker from the boy before she pouted and looked away. After a second, she looked back at him, that smirk back on her face. This time, he wasn’t afraid.
“Go apologize or I’ll take you to see Adrian again. Personally.”
At this the boy paled visibly. Oh yes, he defiantly underestimated the woman. Gulping down a rock that seemed to have formed in his throat, he called her bluff. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” She shot back quickly, a victories smile on her face. “Now, go on. Be a good boy.”
Hissing at his mother through clenched teeth he hopped out of his chair and waddled his way over to the teenagers table. When he was near it, he shot May a death glare before turning back to the girl. “Hey, you.” He spoke, not entirely sure she could hear him over the loud music. “Sorry.” Of course, his tone held no note of remorse, or that he was sincere, for he actually wasn’t. He just didn’t want to deal with that brat again any time soon.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:06 pm
Turning her head slightly, Vivica glared at the boy who had approached her, though the expression was more pathetic than intimidating on her face and she was fairly certain it had little to no effect on the brat.
"Whatever." She mumbled, turning her face back to her homework and letting her hair fall like a curtain between them. The apology hadn't really don't anything to make her feel better, but she figured it was no use being whiny about it, it was just a stupid remark after all.
Staring glumly at her textbook, she selected one of the simpler problems, and wrote it on her paper, making a point of working it out to distract herself from the boy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:15 pm
Tango scowled at the girl’s reaction. Whatever was right. Angered, he kicked one of the legs of her chair before storming back to May, who was staring at him expectantly. When he merely plopped himself into the chair and crossed his arms over his chest, not saying anything she took it as a sign all wasn’t exactly as well as she had hoped.
“Well?” She prompted, hoping to get a better explanation but the boy only shot her a look and ran his fingers through his hair. A habit he seemed to do whenever he was unsure or angered over something.
Sighing she rose from her chair and waltzed over to the other girl, hoping to make amends. Lightly tapping the female on the shoulder she cleared her throat and offered a friendly smile. “Hello there, I’m May Taurt.” She offered in means of an introduction.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 12:03 pm
Ignoring the childs huffy retreat back to his own table, she allowed her pencil to still once more, not seeing the point to keeping up the facade of actually doing her homework for once.
Tapping the end against her book for a few moments, she let her eyes drift back up to stare vacently at a space before her; eyes unfocused and uncaring but still holding the intesity that tended to make those who were caught within the gaze uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the reverie snapped as a light touch came to her shoulder, causing her to jolt and spin in an embarressing display of shock. Staring at the woman for a moment, it took her longer than it should have to absorb what she was saying and what it implied she should do in return. "...Ah- I-I'm Vivica?" Her voice was uncertain and the stuttering only added to the damage her pride was taking from this exchange. Life was out to get her, she just knew it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 12:23 pm
“Pleasure to meet you, Vivica.” May smiled gently with a nod of her head. “I would just like to apologize for my son’s rude behavior.” At this she spared a glance at the boy who had the front legs of his chair up in the air, a straw hanging out of his mouth.“He’s a bit...off, sometimes, but he means well. ...Sometimes.”
Tango lazily dropped his head backwards before moving his emerald and yellow flecked eyes ever so slowly to stare back at May. The straw in his mouth hanging down lifelessly. Without words he seemed to ask her what the hell she was saying about him, but May just ignored him. “Why don’t you join us over there. I’m pretty good at-“ She glanced down at the girl’s textbook. “...science?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 12:38 pm
Allowing her gaze to slip back to the odd and freakish little kid a few tables away, she mentally voiced the opinion that the boy was a bit more than a small bit 'off' and probably didn't even know what it was to mean well to another living person. It would be rude to say, but if it was just in your head it hurt no one... unless he happened to be a mind reader and a nasty brat.
Blinking her eyes back to the woman before her, she let her eyes trail down to the satanic text that lay on the table, attempting to corrupt her mind and enslave her soul. "It's math." She bit out grumpily; her least favorite and worst subject in all of High School. PE would have been better, but oh no, math was better for her future and therefore she was stuck in another year of torture when she could have been done with it after Algebra 2. Stupid parental units.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 1:06 pm
Tango watched as the girl seemingly took in the sight of him and scowled before dropping the legs back down and facing forward again. Why did May have to invite that brat over? Her own appling idea was sounding better and better at the moment. Stupid teenagers with stupid staring problems. What? Was it the first time she ever saw someone with natural red and orange hair before? Psh, he doubted she could even remember her own natural hair color under all that dye.
May frowned at her son before looking back at the text book and letting out a nervous laugh. “Aha...so it is. Well, Science, math, same difference right? You use math in both. Come on now, I’ll buy you a drink and we’ll tackle your homework together as an apology for Tango’s behavior.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:30 pm
Raising one eyebrow in a slightly sarcastic manner at the offer, Vivica was about to ask just how someone who couldn't even tell the difference between math and science could possibly be of help to her on either subject before biting it back with a glance at the brat child.
"Are you sure your 'son' would be okay with that? He seems to hate me quite a bit." Okay, so it wasn't really a direct answer and the faux sweetness to her voice was almost enough to make her gag, but it bought her a bit more time to weight the merits of homework help and bothering the kid or just getting out of here and going home to less trouble and a nagging mother figure. Choices, choices.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 2:02 pm
“Sure, I’m sure.” May spoke with a wave of her hand, as if dismissing the matter completely. Turning on her heel, she began to walk away as if the answer had already been given and the obvious choice was to now return to the table to get on with the work that they’d have to tackle. After all, May never seemed to notice when she was making an albatross out of herself, and today was no exception to that general rule of the thumb. “And don’t take Tango’s attitude too personally,” She spoke without turning around, pulling out her chair to sit down in. “He hates everyone, really.”
Tango looked up at the call of his name, sneering at the comments that followed it. “Love you too, May.” He snapped, groaning in dismay as his ‘mother’s’ hand came down to ruffle his hair playfully. No, he wasn’t OCD about his hair like Adrian, thank you very much. He simply did not enjoy the disgusting display of public affection. At least, when it involved him. Still, a slight twist of his lips were visible as he batted her hand away. Internally he sighed at the small defeat, assuming as well, that the other would join them. After all- Like Mother, like son. He really did hate socializing.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 11:40 am
Watching the slightly older woman's retreat back to her table, Vivica took a few moments longer before finally dragging herself from her chair, gathering her work, and following. Glancing down at the odd-looking youth, she took note of the womans comments on his demeanor as she pulled out her own chair and sat once more, ignoring the small display of familial affection between woman and child.
Opening her notebook back up, her eyes drifted back to the problems, the banes of most High School students existence. If she ever found the person who decided homework was a good educational tool, she would have to give them a sound piece of her mind.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 11:53 am
May watched as the young girl sat down and spread out her notebook. After giving the girl a few moments to get situated, she scooted her own chair closer to peer over at the notebook. She noticed with a grimace, that she didn’t exactly recall even learning the information needed to do the homework. Oh, well. Now was as good of time as any to wing it, wasn’t it?
She was about to open her mouth- some B.S. response on the tip of her tongue, when Tango cut in. “You don’t even know what you’re doing, do you?”
“I do too.” She snapped. Turning slightly to see the young boys head hovering just over her shoulder, peeking at the girls homework. “It’s math.”
“Did she have to tell you that?” He shot, his emerald orbs dancing before he looked over at the problem once more. Eventually he pointed a slim finger to the problem she was working on. “You have to use the Quadratic Formula here, don’t you? X equals negative b, plus or minus the square root of B squared minus four times A times C all divided by two times A.”
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