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 Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:36 am
Books. Ugh.
Aisles and aisles of books stood before her, shelves filled with literature dating back hundreds of years, their authors long (and thankfully) gone from this world. Veronica preferred films. Veronica preferred television. But teachers, it seemed, did not approve of book reports based from the made-for-tv version of the story (Veronica knows this because Veronica, unfortunately, has tried this).
She'd picked up the copy of Hamlet that she'd be required to read for class (seriously, how in the world was she supposed to understand this s**t - watching Mel Gibson was so much cooler than trying to decipher what mortal coils were supposed to be) and had now moved on to the murder-mystery section. Cora loved mysteries. She was always searching for justice, be it through books or shows or real life (memories of returning the faulty Christmas present came to the forefront of her mind), so it went without saying that she'd probably enjoy a nice novel.
... but which one would be best?
Frowning, she skimmed the titles of the books, one hand on her hip, eyebrows furrowed. This... this was going to be more difficult than she originally thought it would be.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:45 am
Cordelia had come to the very same book store, either by fate or chance or just sheer dumb luck. In general Cordelia style she was paying no attention to her surroundings, head bobbing in time to the music playing directly into her ears from the fancy headphones she'd picked up during one of her previous shopping trips. Truth be told, she was hoping that the musings of her mind on music would draw her right to the section she needed to be in.
Hips swaying, shoulders even managing to get into it a little bit, she made her way down the classical literature section where she paused to pick up a copy of Dante's Divine Comedy and a non 'cliff notes' version of The Tempest. Her fingers tapped lightly against the bindings as she rounded the corner, humming to herself with her eyes closed...
Which was never a good idea. Especially not when it lead to walking right into someone, books dropping as her eyes went wide, hand coming up to yank her headphones down. "Oh, I'm sorry!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:53 am
The sudden bump came as an unpleasant surprise, but the apology that followed suit after kept the strawberry-blonde from lashing out with a snappy comment. Well, that is, until she actually saw who it was that had bumped her.
"Oh it's alri---"
Her voice died in her throat as she recognized the bluenette that had done the ramming (it was no longer an innocent bump, in Veronica Harvey's mind).
"You."
It was the girl. The Girl. Snowball Girl, the Crystal Academy student who had dared to hurl a snowball at Ronnie's best friend, who had only been trying to assist the terrible carolers in their attempts at singing.
Eyes stared down at the fallen books, and she leaned over to pick up her own. Typically, Veronica would have been cordial enough to retrieve the books for the other girl, but this was a special occasion. This was a nameless enemy, and nameless enemies did not get their books retrieved in polite, cordial manners.
Glancing over at the titles of the books that lingered on the bookstore's carpet, she sneered, then sent daggers towards the other student.
"Figures you'd go for the boring crap, though I would have thought you preppy girls had others to buy your things for you? Or at least you'd be ordering from the internet, unlike us lowly common Meadowview students. God forbid you find yourself body slamming into one in the same bookstore, right? Or is that how you gals say hello over at Crystal?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 10:20 am
"Generally we 'preppy girls' say hello by waving, smiling or just coming out with the words..." She smiled sweetly for emphasis as she stooped down to retrieve her own books. Not as if she'd expected this girl to pick them up anyways if she was the same rude little girl who'd accompanied the bitchy one on the night of caroling.
"And last I checked, this wasn't Meadowview's private bookstore. Seeing as though I've never been denied service of any kind in here before, I made the silly thought of thinking I'd be able to come in and purchase books again without issue. My bad." She last two words were almost sing song and sarcastic, accompanied by the roll of an eye.
"I happen to prefer picking up books in the store as opposed to tracking them down online, thank you. That way I have them right when I want them instead of waiting for them to arrive... Don't you agree?" She dusted herself off a bit before eying the other girl again. "Did that witch you were with actually let you leave school without her today?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 11:11 am
"I wouldn't know, some of us don't have the luxury of being able to order things online."
Which was a boldface lie, as Ronnie was an avid Ebay addict. Horror film memorabilia? Check. The entire Choose Your Own Adventures Goosebump collection? Check. Set piece from Saw? Double-check and bolded for emphasis.
Okay, so technically it wasn't a lie. It was implied towards herself, but not a direct statement in reference to her internet abilities. Then again, it still wasn't the kind of statement she ever wanted to run by Corinna, who she knew would say that implying with a lie was the same thing as lying because of the intent of the statement. She just...wouldn't rehash this conversation with Corinna. Ever.
Wait.
Did that little b***h just...
Green eyes narrowed as she stared down the other girl. Her temper was flaring. She was infuriated. This little Crystal snob had just insulted Corinna Grant. Nobody insulted Corinna Grant in front of Ronnie.
Nobody.
"I wouldn't know who in the world you're referring to," the older girl said icily as the book shifted in her grasp, "Because I know if you're talking about my best friend, who you assaulted a couple weeks ago, Cora is an angel. Do you know what the punishment is for juveniles who assault? Because I do. And it's not fun. But hey, since you're here, why don't you try it again and find out what it is for yourself?"
Thank God she paid attention to Cora's TV shows. Finally, it paid off!
(Though damn that Corinna hadn't even been around to see it - argh!)
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 11:19 am
"Assault? Please. If they pressed charges against everyone who threw a snowball there wouldn't be anyone out enjoying the weather... And you have to admit, she had it coming." Her smile was every bit as sweet and delightful as it had been before as, being a Crystal Academy student, Cordelia had become quite used to the act of faking any sort of delight in making 'friends' with snotty, uppity bitches.
Rolling her eyes once more she turned away from the other girl, bringing her headphones back over her ears to block out the further sound of 'Cora's' virtues being rattled off. "Sounds like some pent up something or other to me..." Again with the singsong tone as she walked away. "Sorry, not interested."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 11:34 am
Nameless Enemy had the face that was perfect for ripping off. She had the face, the personality, hell, even the clothes of the cliche b***h that always ended up dead in the movies. She'd be the one to smart off, then end up hacked to bits by the serial killer. The one to cockily run off on her own and get devoured by the lurking monster. These bitches weren't supposed to be outside of the movies, damn it (though if Veronica Harvey had been any sort of Hollywood monster, Nameless Enemy would have been the first on her list to chow down on).
"Violence is your way of appreciating weather? Huh, that's kind of warped, dontcha think?"
Another bookshift, and the girl stepped forward and into the personal bubble of Nameless Enemy. Ronnie wasn't one for physical violence, but things were getting heated and they were getting heated fast. Nobody got away with insulting Cora. It was just... unacceptable. ******** to mirror the smile (which was proving to be quite difficult - did this mean Ronnie was incapable of being a heartless b***h? She hoped so!), she shook her head. "Then again, I guess that makes sense for chicks who think it's okay to ram their fat asses into people who are trying to shop, huh?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 11:42 am
Once more she rolled her eyes, pulling her headphones down again so that she could address the pest standing in between her and the check out. "If there'd been a rock tucked inside of the snowball, maybe, but there wasn't, okay?" She did make a note to herself to include a rock next time, though, provided there was a next time. Maybe the added weight would help the snowball fly just a little bit further...
"God, what's your damage? Is there something wrong inside that pretty little head of yours or something? I apologized for bumping into you, picked up my own books, and now I'm trying to continue on my way so if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get out of here and away from you." The smile, the one the other girl seemed to be attempting to mirror, came to her lips so easily it was like summoning her second nature; one she'd been at least trying to put to rest in the name of having a real friend or two.
There was just no winning over some people.
"If you don't mind, I'll be taking my fat a** with me too. I'm sure there's someone out there who knows how to appreciate curves."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 12:40 pm
Letting off a soft huff, one hand rose and Ronnie gave Nameless Enemy the present she only reserved for Jesse and a special few other individuals. As irritated as she was, she'd noticed the workers staring at the girls amidst their short spat, and Veronica was not in the mood to be escorted out of the bookstore. It was bad enough that she had to be there in the first place to pick up a book that may as well have been written in French (Ronnie really did not care for Shakespeare), but to be kicked out on top of that? No thanks.
"Why don't you check out Hillworth? Jesse Alvarez and a few of his cronies are totally into fat chicks."
Her face, despite the catty comment, remained frozen in a scowl as she watched the other girl walk off. Tripping her came to mind, but Ron was better than that. At least, for now, she was better than that. Little b***h.
Huffing a second time, she turned back towards the mystery section and plucked the first book off the shelf that she saw. Mood ruined, Corinna would just have to deal with the thought behind the present and not necessarily whatever nonsense was written among its pages.
This little outing was definitely a disaster, and for once, she was glad Corinna had not been with her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 12:49 pm
"Jealous much?" She muttered, swallowing a few insecurities as she glanced down. She wasn't a fat chick and she knew it. She was just... Blessed with endowments that some girls couldn't handle knowing they were lacking. Bitches.
She disappeared into a corner of the bookstore to wait out the other girl's departure, picking up another book or two along with a small gift to pass on to Ume. The thought of seeing her friend smile lightened her mood a little and perhaps some good ol' youma patrol would do wonders to lighten the rest of her mood later on that night.
It was amazing how some people could just ruin your day.
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