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 Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 10:29 pm
"Stormy..........." The mist huntress was dying.
She was dying of heat.
She was dressed down in her underwear, because their room was so muggy hot that she didn't even care anymore, and with only Stormy, did the girl walk around with her eye bandage off. Thanks to the sanctuary of the room, it was the only time she felt okay with it. She though, did the courtesy of keeping her eye closed as to not freak her roommate out.
"Stormy I am dying....."
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 7:10 am
Stormy loved the cold. This was too miserable a heat for her to take.
She had wilted quickly with the power off, preferring to stay outside where at least they might catch a breeze (especially near the beach, though she only was ever able to get near while on patrol). It was only Nevada, food, or a cold shower that typically convinced her to come back inside.
Stormy was currently lying on the floor, trying to somehow cool off. More conservative than her bestie, she wore her shortest available shorts and a bright tank top that was already riding up her body if she wast careful; bandages remained around her forearms nevertheless.
The first response Nevada got was a low groan in agreement before she tilted her head to speak. "Glad I cut my hair before this...It must be so hoooooot like that," she mumbled, glancing over Nevada's long locks. "Please don't die, though. I really don't want more tragedy here..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:34 am
"And It looks so cute too." Nevada hadn't been sure excatly why the girl cut it, since she had it in the tear but....."And it is, My neck is the worse..." Well speaking of that, Nevada pulled it up and then found the closest thing to fan herself with.
Which was the Lilo and Stitch dvd case.
"No more tragedy." Nevada sighed.
"How are you doing by the way, since we are here together. Since the Tear?" It was mostly concern, she just wanted to make sure Stormy was okay, since she did remember being with the girl for most of it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:27 am
"Thank you~" It was weirdly relieving to have someone accept the change...As if somehow she could be shunned for it.
With a soft grunt Stormy rolled onto her back and forced herself off the ground, stretching a bit before gesturing for Nevada to sit in a chair. "I can braid it or something so you have more breathing room," she offered, tacking on a smile for her bestie's questions. "Uh...I'm okay, relatively speaking."
She had doubts concerning other people, but she didn't feel like airing them of her own volition.
"I did spend a little time with Dylon, though." Cue knowing look.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:04 pm
"You're Welcome cutie." Nevada continued to fan herself, going to one of the chairs and sitting with Stormy. "You'd be the most beautiful saint of a friend if you could." She tilted her head back, letting the other girl have her way with her hair.
"Relatively speaking means that you are not okay with other people, but with yourself. But if you're worried for other people, it means that something eating at you, so you might as tell me what's up Pet." Nevada blinked, "It won't leave this room I swear...."
She was met instead with Dylon and a knowing look. Nevada's look turned into a mysterious smile before looking away. "He's a cutie, isn't he?" Was all she added. It wasn't like she was in love with the guy, she just met him. But he was sure different than most of the guys she met on the Island. She was interested.
Which usually ended up bad for her anyways. Being interested that is.
Although she was curious as to what him and Stormy could talk about....
"How did you guys meet??"
So maybe she was a little more than just interested....
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:38 pm
"Saint, huh? Santa Ortega, que estás en el cielo~" She chuckled a little. "Head's already in the clouds, so we're partially there . . ." Just a little deflection away from spilling her guts, because while of course she had in the past and of course trusted Nevada, the memories thing was . . . sensitive. She tried ot put it off just a bit more by driving the conversation to where she wanted it to go.
Because Stormy was very, very aware of what could happen if her bestie was interested.
"Weeeeeell~" Leaning over, she nabbed a comb from their dresser and began to slide it through Nevada's hair so that it was nice and smooth and tangle free first. "Once upon a time there was a curious Jack of Hearts who'd been told by her Queen that there was a stranger in the kingdom. So, naturally, she wanted to investigate! AndpracticesomeMistsneakingtraining," she added quickly. "I couldn't help it, okay? He was just an easy target!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:10 pm
"Whoa Cutie, when you speak spanish, its get me all bothered and stuff." She teased, "Well if and when you are ready to talk to me Stormy, please talk to me. I will always listen to what you tell me." Nevada sighed happily as she felt the comb. There was something she always loved, someone playing with her hair.
She kept her eyes closed, leaning her head up.
"Oh? And of course the Jack of hearts, the silent protector of the queen had to find out everything she could about this stranger?" Nevada chuckled deeply, "Oh Stormy, And if Dylon had captured you, what would've said? I can see this going over well: Sorry Dylon, I was stalking around you to figure out if you're a danger to my best friend who may or may not be attracted to you but since its the first meeting......well, better safe than sorry." Nevada's voice was light and playful and held no judgement.
"Sometimes I just really love you Stormy."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 12:22 am
There was a solid five seconds of cackling laughter at the statement, a light flush of pleasure to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat. "No importa lo que digo, te gustará porque Español es el idioma del amorrrrrr~" And she rolled the R just for you, Nevada.
Her offer received nothing but a content hum, however, as Stormy busied herself with working through her bestie's . . . rather lengthy hair. Jesus.
"Of course she must! It was her sacred duty," she went on to say as a matter of factly, no longer beating around the bush now that she'd admitted it. "Because sometimes the Queen might not take care of herself, and thus her subjects must~ But Jack didn't think about what she'd say if she got caught, because Jack never gets caught unless she lets you!"
Or there were convenient doors leading to convenient rooms to conveniently hide in. Yes.
Cooing, Stormy wiggled a little behind her and patted the hunter's head. "Love you toooo, mist sister~ Enough to stalk boys in your name! Not that I got a lot of information this time." She sighed a little and set the brush down, reaching next for some ponytail holders. "For the most part he's pretty chill, huh? Lots of guys are here, apparently."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 12:37 am
"Oh." Shivers at the rolling r's, "You are very good Stormy, And for all I know, you could've insulted me and I'd be putty at your feet." She laughed.
"Oh?" The simple word spoke of so much amusement, especially that Stormy continued with the fantasy world that Nevada had holed herself in while she had been coma'd. "I think the Jack might worry too much about her queen, rightly so after Otto and Tuck. But I assure you Jack, I can handle rejection a little better now that I've paid for letting if effect me otherwise." If there was a name missing there, Nevada didn't let on in it. She didn't know him. She didn't remember him.
"The Jack of hearts is a stealthy one, and her queen is very pleased." She laughed, "It's almost weird describing that but I am glad you complete another part of the training, even if its stalking a potentially attractive asian moon hunter. I should get my gear in butt on that."
A silent pause before:
"So what kind of information did you get anyways? Every little bit helps you know...." She snorted and thought of the guys around, "As they greatly outnumber us, yes. They are all mostly chill. Although there is a growing list of very grumpy ones." Otto and Taym were the first to her mind.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 1:03 am
Cue satisfied laughter along with her. "Not you, never you~" she hummed in return. "And there's no such thing as worrying too much if it's done out of loooooove~" Though Stormy's hands slowed as she noted the distinct lack of one name on Nevada's list. That was . . . peculiar. Or maybe she'd refrained from it because Roland still brought up painful memories?
"Potentially attractive?" she repeated with an amused noise. "Pffff, I thought you either were or weren't. He's a little cute, but not my type really, so at least we don't have a whole dilemma there~"
Nevada wasn't the only one missing a few things here and there.
Stormy began to criss-cross her hair delicately. "Let's see . . . Well, Dylon either bakes or knows someone who does? Probably from Molly judging on what he said since he had flashcards from her. Um, he sang a song coming out of the bathroom--I think K-Pop? Or J-Pop? Something Pop." That had been kind of cute, actually. "Oh, and he has one of those mousey sneezes! That was funny. But, um, like I said there wasn't a lot I observed this time around . . . Though he did give up his food just 'cause someone threw an excuse at him about needing it more, so he might be a little too nice."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 1:27 am
"I wouldn't even hate little sister, because your rolling r's, Magnifico." She made a mock shudder now before laughing, and speaking of foreign languages, Nevada's Italian made a small appearance just now..... "No there isn't, as long as you feel the same about me worrying about you. And if something is bothering you...." Cue a simple silence.
"I'm suppose to be careful after two failed attempts you know. Being rejected twice can only do so much for the self esteem. Especially after or before both of them had girls they liked before." She sighed, "I'm just a little more guarded with my heart I guess. After Otto and then Tuck?"
She made a small sighing sort of noise. "I am not sure of my type. Otto was short blonde hair and grumpy you know, Then Tuck was all huge and muscley and had that like nice guy vibe? Dylon seems more...." She dreaded the word, "He has the big brother of a friend kind of feel to him. He likes to take care of others from what we talked about. He had four younger sisters....I worry that in attempt to keep myself guarded, I end up pushing him into thinking of me like a little sister. Wow this is deep for a person I just met." Nevada laughed again, "I am a sucker for those first meetings aren't I?"
She laughed again at Stormy's description of her type. "Yes, Your type is the shorter, blonde british boys with dry humor and super serious face." She tilted her head up to wink. "We all know about you two."
The little tidbits verified one thing for Nevada. That Dylon did in fact cook. The singing of Kpop may have surprised her a little but at the same time...Asian. "Mousey sneezes?" She just let the laughter roll again. "I bet it was adorable."
"Oh the nice guys...." Nevada let her chin rest in her hand, "I'll have to be careful, those are the ones that unintentionally make you fall for them and end up only wanting to be friends. I think that would be a worse feeling than losing to other girls. Losing to kindness." She stuck her tongue out.
"Speaking of Gale..." She reverted back to the death hunter, "Have you gone on anymore dates and aren't sharing with me?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 10:49 am
"Magnifico~" she repeated back with a grin. "God, I love foreign languages! You could say 'I am going to the grocery store' in Italian and still sound exotic. But no, dear, no-one is bothering me. Well unless you count the power outage as a person."
It disturbed her to hear Nevada completely miss Roland without at least a guilty look. Had she...? After listening quietly, Stormy fiddled with her hair some more. "That just tells me you're a girl who loves people for who they are," she said with a simple smile. "Your type is anyone, and I think that's pretty cool~ But don't go dissing first meetings being too deep! Remember ours? We'd talked about boy troubles even then and I was a sort of stranger!"
Hint Roland hint hint.
She was, however, baffled by the direction Nevada took; almost immediately she started to turn pink. "I-I don't know what you mean? He's a little taller than me," Stormy pointed out mildly, glad they weren't making she contact as she worked. "And, um, no we haven't gone on any others."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:58 am
"It is one of the more seductive languages, lets just go back and forth with our languages okay? We'll make puddles of each other and we can blame this over whelmong heat." She joked. Her mind blanked for a moment. For the briefest moments she didn't know why she was friends with stormy or how she met the girl and ended up sharing a room with her. The thought worried at her as she tried to search. "I must've lost our first meeting memory in the tear. I can't remember for the life of me how we met! We're we talking about Otto troubles or Tuck troubles? Or maybe my ex from before island??" She was so preoccupied with the lost memory that she missed Stormy's mention of gale. "You should go on another date with him." Okay half missed it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 12:50 pm
She hummed lightly, trying to play it off. "Maybe." It was complicated to think about and she would rather focus on Nevada's apparent memory problems--and how she had forgotten how they had met.
It stung more than she cared to admit, but she reminded herself that Nevada hadn't done it purposefully, she couldn't have...
"We were doing laundry," Stormy explained. "Well, more like I asked if you wanted to join me. We started talking a bit and, um..." Was it okay to try this? "It wasn't about Otto or Tuck or your other ex. You were having trouble with Roland." She ran her fingers through a bit of Nevada's hair in an attempt to soothe her before moving to finish up her braid.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 2:12 pm
Nevada frowned. She didn't know anyone named Roland. "Who is Roland? Are you sure that's how we met? I don't remember that???"
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