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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 8:45 pm
Honestly, that'd been the last thing he was expecting today. The brightly colored piece of paper tossed onto his somewhat tidy desk was enough to make the gym teacher assistant quirk a brow. Themed stationary--what the hell was this, cats and Japanese bullshit? Narrowed eyes had flicked over the elegant writing, and at first, the vague, almost playful message had made no sense to him.
The image of the corrupted senshi, Nova, soon came to mind, and Drew's expression turned thoughtful indeed. She was here, he knew, training to take over Ursula's position as secretary... Her and the other girl, he didn't know her name. Another senshi, damn Hermaphrodite, but that didn't matter much. So, if he'd pegged it correctly, that meant Miss Nova would be lurking near the secretary's office, hm? If she wasn't already inside, filing papers while Ursula was stuck doing god knows what. Healing, hopefully.
He didn't have class for another hour or so, and found himself striding down the hall to where he'd come to hassle the orange-haired woman so many times before. Knuckles rapped idly on the door before he unceremoniously shouldered it open. No witty comments today; he was looking for long, brown locks and a face that could probably melt the hearts of most boys these days.
He always knew Charonite was a *****>
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 2:06 am
Sailor Nova-- er, Naomi Killingworth-- looked up with a slight frown on her face (her almost perpetual expression since falling to the dark side) as the door to her shared office crashed open. No one knocked in this place, Nova-- Naomi! had soon found out, as the door to Gunn Killingworth's office was more likely to be slammed opened by members of the Negaverse, or just really bitchy staff members, tired of dealing with the bullshit of one Elzo. Whoever this Elzo was he sure caused a lot of problems and Naomi was starting to get tired of hearing about him from the weepy science teacher. Shoving some kleenex under his beaky nose, and ordering him out seemed to work, mercifully.
She really didn't know what to do-- Nealite (Ursula!) was out of commission, and Mr. Killingworth didn't really know what she did except make him coffee, which Nova (agh, NAOMI) feared she hadn't the faintest how to make. Her first (and only) attempt was just hot water mixed with coffee grinds. Killingworth threw it at her head, and Naomi hadn't ducked in time. All she did was answer the phone and doodle stupid pictures at the desk, and tersely converse with whatsherface, Tisiphone. They were supposed to be sisters, and she guessed that there was some "sisterly" jealousy between the two of them, if you consider "hate with a ******** passion" "jealousy".
The note to Obsidian (Drew!) had been a whim, and a lot less meaningful than it seemed. She was bored, Tanzinite was in school, and she had nothing to do except b***h at Tisiphone and get coffee mugs thrown at her head. She felt a connection with Obsidian, akin to the one that she felt with Charonite (Uncle Gunn!), though somewhat weaker. She needed a guide, a "How To" of the Negaverse, because she hadn't a clue what she was doing wrong, because she was pretty sure she was doing EVERYTHING wrong.
"Hello Drew," Naomi said primly, ignoring the bang of the door on the wall, "can you explain what a prom is to me? Also how do you make coffee that doesn't taste like "A ******** oil spill from ******** Alaska."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:00 pm
"Hello, what's-your-face." He greeted back merrily enough; he really had forgotten her name, but that was all right. And since screaming 'Sailor Nova' in public was less than appropriate, well, what's-her-face worked just fine. "Did I miss another cat fight? Did you record it for me?"
Her question was something to consider, and he snorted a little with amusement. "Prom... Last I remember, it's a chance for girls to dress up and get guys to spend money on them. Take them out to dinner, take them out to the actual dance--which is s**t--and then, after-prom parties." Ahh, after-prom, the time to get shitfaced and love it. "Men become men, and women learn the fine art of prostitution. You gotta go at least once. Have your uncle take you. Or your sister." If only.
The coffee, well, that was an issue that required a bit more thought. "I'd say piss in it, but it wouldn't be my head being used as a paperweight." On second thought, it probably would. "How's the man like his coffee? Black like his eternal soul?" He wasn't much of a coffee-drinker himself, and could only offer vague, if helpful hints on how to improve the brew.
"He's saving baby seals with each gulp, what more does he need?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 2:05 am
"Naomi K-killingworth," Nova said nervously, her eyes furtively looking at the door to Mr. Killingworth's office, "Just don't call me Miss Killingworth its terrifying."
Nova examined her nails, and picked up Nealite's spare nail file, lazily moving around on the spinning chair.
"Hmm. Everyone's so excited about it, half the fights that have gone on today have been about "prom". I suspect that I knew something about prom, but sadly, can't remember a thing. Sounds appallingly boring," Nova sighed, putting down the nail file, and putting her head in her hands, while still looking up at the tall Drew/Obsidian.
"If its a fine art, I guess I better learn it. I can't leave school grounds quite yet but if "Uncle Gunn" thinks I'm ready, hopefully by "prom" I can. How does one go about attaining a man to spend money on me? Would you like to spend money on me?"
Nova was asking Obby to the prom. Thank goodness she knew nothing about the dress.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:21 am
"Naomi." He mused, seemed to approve of that much. A grin slithered across his face for a moment at the mention of Miss Killingworth, and he had to wonder just what Ursula thought of that. Oh be still, his beating heart. He idly watched the girl spinning about, having to wonder just how young she was. And yet, so powerful.
Tilting his head a little, brows lifted themselves for a moment. Stuck in this school then, hm? "Well, if you put out enough--" He stopped dead at her next question, staring for a moment at her. "Illegally? Yes." Came the blunt reply. "Otherwise? ...I guess. If you fix it up so Uncle Gunn," God, he had to wince, "Is just making it so I'm chaperoning you. I don't need to go to jail today."
He mused for a moment, eyes flicking over her attire. "The hell are you going to wear for this? Your usual. Uh. Get-up?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:41 pm
Nova nodded, as if this was just a business deal and not the <******** PROM. She had no clue that asking Drew to the prom could be in any way construed as less than innocent, or that some people might actually have feelings hurt in the process. All she wanted was to go to this bloody prom and hopefully see some s**t go down. From what she knew, a huge bunch of kids together in one gymnasium would end with SOMEONE in tears. Or covered with pigs blood.
Nova watched altogether far too many movies.
"You do a good job, you know," Nova said, changing the conversation, "at least, you don't seem to ******** up as much as the others do." Nova twirled the bracelet a couple of times before continuing on.
"I know nothing about "sparring" and neither does Tisiphoney--Theresa, whatever. We just scratch at each other with our nails, and Toby yelled something about Jello last time. She scratched me," Nova said furiously, pointing at her cheek, "last time. I don't want it to ******** happen again."
"Teach me Obi Wan Kenobi, you're my only ******** hope."
Altogether FAR too many movies.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 3:06 pm
Was that a yes? Yes, she would be going as crazy senshi Nova that tore out her own star seed just for shits and giggles? "I'm making Ursula take you shopping." He muttered to himself, rubbing at his brow a little. Like she wasn't going to give him s**t when she found out about this. Well, she could shove it up her a**; he knew all about her not-so secret boner for Charonite, so she had absolutely no room to talk. What was the guy? ******** mid-thirties?
Her compliment of sorts had him dusting off a shoulder with exaggerating modesty... but hell, considering his competition, it was sort of a given.
"I've yet to meet your lovely... what, sister?" Cousin? Ingrown toenail? He offered an appropriate, somewhat sympathetic glance at the faint marks to her cheek, but his lips snaked upward terribly at the plea for help.
"Aight, aight. First thing. She ever comes up behind you, you crack her good in the nose with an elbow." He held up a finger. "Second thing, you take your knee, and you nail her in the v****a."
Charonite would appreciate him teaching her these lessons, really.
"Third, you wrap your pretty little hands around her neck and choke the crap out of her." This wasn't even useful at this point, these were just things he'd love to see. There was a reason Obi Wan Kenobi had died.
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