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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:44 pm
"Thanks, Taco." A freckled fist bumped another's as Kess showed her buddy to the door. Shutting it behind him, the lanky blonde glanced at the slightly battered piece of plastic she'd been left with before padding her way back to the kitchen in bare feet.
Holding it up between two slim fingers, she grinned, flashing dimples at a dark haired girl. "New color, new glasses, and now," Kess offered the fake ID to her... roommate, for inspection. "New identity. Welcome to the Chosen People, kiddo."
LN: ADLER
FN: LENA MIRIAM
DOB: 08/19/1990
RSTR CORR LENS
SEX: F
HAIR: BLK
EYES: BRN
HGT: 5'-03"
WGT: 110 lb
Kess had chosen most of it, the two of them quickly hashing out some details. "Lena," as far as anyone else was concerned, was a nice jewish girl who had gotten tangled up with the unorthodox, shamefully blonde Kesslan. Basically, they'd been friends in Hebrew School, back in the day, and now that Lena was attending school on the east coast, who better to room with than her friend Kess?
As for where Daphne Proudmoore had gotten to? Everyone in Kess' circle either knew that Linarite had returned, or didn't care, since it wasn't as if Kess spent much time discussing her friends with benefits. Sure, there were people that missed Daphne, but they weren't anyone that would notice that Kess was running around with a new girl [which, frankly, wasn't a surprise].
Also, Kess had assured Daphne, Jewish girls were better in bed. Everyone knew that.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:59 pm
Out of everything to process over that day the thing that was sticking most in her brain came out of her mouth in a blurt as soon as the big man was out of the room. "Taco?! Is that actually his name?" Logic dictated that there was no possible way that man was named Taco from birth but there were some parents out there that really hated their children. No lie she'd once met someone while working in the candy store named Ima Hogg. Ima Hogg! You couldn't like your child and give them that name, it was impossible.
Looking down at the plastic between her fingers, rubbing her thumb over the slightly worn rectangle she inspected the details there. They were her new life, the new her, and she needed to know these details like the back of her hand. August 19th, the day she'd woken up in Kess' house with most of her memory missing. Lena for Lina, something so totally obvious she was sure nobody in their right mind would think she'd actually call herself that. Miriam Adler were both Kess' creations to make her fit into that kid that had gone to Hebrew School with Kesslan Reever back in their olden days.
Hair: Black. Well yes now, thanks to the fact that one of Kess' many hobbies had involved hairstyling. Something had been done to her mass of curls to relax them somewhat making tamed waves that were as dark as the sky at midnight. It wasn't quite black but there was really no other word for the color her hair now was. Eyes: Brown. Ugh, whatever. Everyone'd been calling her eyes brown since she was little and there wasn't really room to write 'gold', 'amber', or 'whiskey' on your license form.
Pushing the plastic frames with their fake lenses up on her nose she looked closer at the birthdate. "Is this my actual birth year?" Unfortunately Daphne Proudmoore's identification had listed her birthday a year older than Lena Adler's making her 23 years of age, something that had felt rather off to the petite young woman. There was no way she was 23 so how could she be 22? Daphne, or rather Lena, had no idea how old she was.
It was a conundrum.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:24 pm
"Don't know," Kess shrugged a lone shoulder over Taco's potential childhood trauma, yanking open the fridge to lean against the door and peer inside. It was looking a lot more stocked since Daphne had arrived, more than just beer and leftover take-out, but that didn't stop the blonde from grabbing a brown bottle and cracking it open.
The bottle was raised to her mouth as her dark eyes flicked over the 'brunette,' watching her look over the professional-grade driver's license. Waiting for her approval or rejection. Another ID could be made. She was talking again, something more relevant, but the answer was the same.
"Don't know," she raised her brows, taking another long swallow. "You only flashed me your other fake ID, remember?" Kess had never known Audrey, though she'd recognized Daphne's old one as a fake the instant she'd seen it. Hadn't really been her business.
"Maybe twenty?" She looked like a twenty. A cute, bookish coed. Maybe with a dirty side. No, definitely a dirty side... Running a hand through her bangs, Kess planted a hip against the counter Daphne sat at, to peer at the license. "I bet Zac knows." The General King had probably obsessed over Linarite so much that he'd researched her entire background.
Her lopsided grin made a reappearance. "I reckon he'd have told me if you weren't legal. He's a stickler like that."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:36 pm
Looking at the identification being held before rummaging in her pocket for Daphne Proudmoore's ID the newly nerdified Lena laid the two side by side before sighing in disgust. "I mean look at this thing? Who in their right mind would believe that I'm twenty-three? I mean I barely buy twenty-two and I doubt anyone else will but that's okay, it gets the job done and that's all that matters. I guess his cousin really wasn't in the mob or he would've done a better job." That was a rather cryptic comment with no explanation behind it though perhaps even she couldn't have explained it. Nothing made sense these days anyway except things that involved Kess.
Kess was a blissful constant that perhaps the newly-made brunette was beginning to rely on a little too much for comfort. Whose comfort? Hers or Kess'? Both probably, yet the thought didn't make Lena do anything but grin at the idea of being a nuisance to Kess' social life. How terrible! How awful! How totally fantastic. Her feelings for the freckled blonde hadn't changed though they seemed to have become clearer without all the other clutter of unwanted memories lying around. Yeah, okay, they weren't an official couple or anything but why in the world did that matter? Labels were annoying baggage that you didn't need to care about someone and enjoy their company.
Tapping the plastic against the table again she remembered how Zac always spluttered and grew frustrated with the obvious displays of affection between Daphne and Kess in the candy shop, turning to raise an eyebrow at her not-girlfriend where she leaned against the counter. "You think so? Though if he was setting you up to meet Chris Hansen he probably would've had you busted by now. Zac's crafty but I don't think he much knows how to plan long-term." Getting up from her chair she considered stealing Kess' drink right out of her hand but opted instead for a different bottle in the fridge, one filled with sugary green goodness known as Mountain Dew.
It was heavenly.
Fingers touched the rims of the glasses on her face. "You never commented on these by the way. Do I look suitably...well, not like myself? Cute at least? I'd hate to look like a total shut-in. I want to be a cute geek!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:58 pm
Cryptic, indeed.
Kess tilted her head, but didn't comment. Obviously, whoever made the ID didn't do it for money. Well, maybe they did it for the money of high school kids that didn't know any better.
The blonde stayed quiet as Daphne pursued the topic of Zac. Lately, she avoided discussing him entirely, and unless Daph needed to see him, Kess had avoided seeing him, as well. Not that it was terribly noticeable, since their civillian lives intersected no where but Daphne, his candy shop employee who was no longer a person that existed.
Well. She existed for Kess.
Straightening, the freckled girl closed the distance between them in the small kitchen, bumping against Daphne as tilted her head back to finish the remainder of her beer. "You're a cute geek." The bottle was set aside, in favor of finding bespeckled girl's hip. Her left hand removed the glasses, so that Kess could get a better look at her face.
Search for Daphne, in there somewhere, the girl Kess knew. Despite the basics, despite 'knowing' that they practically looked the same, "Audrey" looked different. Not quite the face she knew. The body she knew. The blonde had adjusted well to it, but she was flexible. Adaptable. It was almost easier, now that Daphne's hair had been dyed, the glasses had been added, now that she didn't look like Daphne had, but changed.
"I still see you," A statement she didn't explain (Kess wasn't much for that). Wrinkling her freckled nose, she forced herself out of her own serious mood. "Too bad. I was hoping for a 'She's All That' moment, where you look totally different and hot."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:18 pm
Well obviously they could both be totally cryptic with statements that contextually made no sense to the hearer rather than the speaker, trains of thought that randomly came right out of their mouths. It was just one of those weird things they did and because the other half of the pair didn't much care to pry into things, they often went without asking for anything ridiculous like context or why someone might say something random like that.
Unlike Kess, Daphne (Lena? Audrey?) was not so very adaptable. She felt like a stranger in her own body, finding new things every day that she didn't quite remember about it. She was somewhat graceful yet still in a slightly awkward way that was all her own, there were scars on her body that she didn't remember how they came to be, and her brain surprised her with leaps of conjecture (usually involving mathematics) that seemingly came from the nebulousness of lost memory. She could read, she could write, she could do complex mathematics in her head with a fair amount of skill, she could even cook!
Snorting, thankfully after she'd swallowed her soda, she reached out to whap at the back of Kess' head with mostly-faux annoyance. "Sorry, my bad 90s heels and tiny red dress are missing. The best you're gonna get is Not Another Teen Movie where I go crashing through the stairs to the basement beneath, somehow still perfectly okay despite it all." Now she was getting into it, eyes going round behind her glasses, breathing hitching with the drama of it all.
"Oh man now you're going to tell me that the only reason you made me over was to win a bet with your jock a*****e buddies that you could make me," her breath broke out on a sob, "popular." Collapsing with a hand to her forehead against Kess eyes rolled as the younger girl giggled, pushing off again with another whap to Kess' arm this time. "You're so charming Kess. It's no wonder I can't stay away."
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