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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 5:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:36 pm
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"Ah'm about ta be barefoot here in a sec if Ah tumble one more time. Ah 'bout broke mah neck jus' tryin' ta get ta the damn portal." If Ofelia was cussing it was because she was angry. The teen never much saw a need for foul language to be used outside of her thoughts, but she sure felt like using it right then and there.
As the pair finally made it out to Nowhere, America, she took in a deep breath of air and stretched her arms above her head. It felt good to be alive, it felt good to be out. No scarf, no jacket, just a normal person again who happened to forget her fake eye and eyepatch.
Whatever.
"Yanno, Ah've never read a comic, an' yeah. Ah got money. Dunno how much, but if we're out like this then Ah can get some stuff ta use as a private stash in the kitchen. Ah like ta bake, it'd be nice ta have some higher quality product." A mental list started forming in the back of her brain. "Rice flour maybe, short grain jasmine rice. . . " She hadn't cooked much, mostly just baked, but switching styles wasn't hard at all to do. If she wasted her time and didn't try out different meal types there was a chance she could get rusty. "Wanna grab sommin' ta eat while we're out here?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:26 pm
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Ofelia looked at Bix and her cheeks took on a red color. "Um. . . Ah...can' really read very well. Ah mean, Ah learned, but Ah can' really read or write like Ah should be able ta at mah age." Ofelia wasn't really ashamed of that, it's partly why her memory at certain things was outstanding (and why she preferred videos over manuals), but to have to say she might have trouble reading something like a comic sounded silly. Certainly she could just follow the pictures, comics had lots of pictures right?, but the story line might be important.
"So iffin' Ah say Ah dun really wanna read, it's not cause Ah ain't interested, it's 'cause Ah'm havin' issues." The more she spoke about herself the more stupid she seemed. It was ridiuclous, she was making herself out to be a retarded backwoods hick just like Rue loved saying to her. All she needed to do now was knock out a few of her teeth and she'd fit the profile perfect.
Thankfully by this point in the conversation they were super close to the comic store and she could drop the subject, letting it all fall on Bix instead. "Is there any comic in particular yer wantin'?" Despite having shown Bix her boobs, she knew very little about the man.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:15 pm
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"A'course Ah cook." The teen's tone was teasing, affectionate. "Ya think Ah got mah curves jus' from eatin' baked goods? Ah'd be the size'a a whale if Ah did jus' that." Ofelia's skirt ruffled at the whoosh of air as the pair entered into the store, and the teen shivered against the unwelcome air conditioning that bit into her bare shoulders. She'd dropped the subject about reading comics entirely, having said too much already about it, and when the pair had entered the store the first thing she did was grab a shopping cart.
The second thing she did was take her shoes off because ******** the store, she wasn't going to be limping around in here. "If they ask me ta put 'em back on Ah will, 'til then Ah'm shoppin' barefoot an' mah a** can be kissed otherwise." It was apparent she was still fuming about being shoved in a dress to start with, even if her mood had vastly improved due to change of location.
It was a hard press to decide what to get first. Baking goods obviously, she'd need lots of different things, but meals. . . ? "Bix, whatcha like ta eat? Ah mean, Ah'mma cook fer mahself mostly but it's always a good idea ta judge what others like, since mah concept'a portion control is screwed up."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:04 pm
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"Lesse, Ah was born in the north but raised in the south, so Ah really got no food preferences on mah side. Ah do like fried foods, Ah wonder if people would like a southern style dinner one evenin'." Ofelia was already running of a list of what she'd need for that in her head when she stopped herself cold, both in mind and body. ". . . hah, ta have sommin' like that Ah'd need people willin' ta come an' eat mah food. Ah dun got that." She quickly turned to look at Bix before he could say anything, just in case he wanted to. "An' ya an' Clover dun count in mah group, got it? The two'a ya have somehow managed ta make it inta mah settin' were it jus' feels natural ta include ya in mah countin'." The teen's cheeks blushed, faintly. "Ugh, anyway, movin' on."
The cart was quickly pushed and Ofelia disappeared down an aisle, getting away from Bix before she ran her mouth anymore. It was stupid to get attatched to people, everything would end up just like with Jordan. It was stupid, she was stupid, and so somehow without her paying attention she'd placed twelve bags of granola chips into the basket.
Ofelia freakin' hated granola.
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