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 Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:49 am
"Hey come on in! I was just gonna go start some popcorn!" Quilla grinned as she answered the door, beckoning Dana inside. "Mom's in her upstairs office, Big Bro is on 'babysitting duty'..." She added air quotes at this and grinned. "And we've got the downstairs den so we are Totally go for movie night." She almost vibrated with excitement, and did do a little dance, waving her fists in the air. "...I've got cartoon network on so we can do a quick switch if she actually comes downstairs." She added. Quilla's mother did not approve of her thirteen year old daughter watching the sort of movies that she did, but she also hadn't actually managed to catch her in the act frequently, even though Quila was fairly sure she did, in fact, mostly know about it. It was sort of an unwritten agreement, because there were, apparently, worse things she could be doing. "You're ok with popcorn right? No, like... weird phobia that it'll get caught in your teeth?" She'd met some odd people, and it never hurt to check. "Hey let me help you with your stuff. We dragged the futon mattress down to the den so we can crash down there. And We set up some old crap so we could do a blanket fort because.. well... yeah that's sorta cheezy lame but kind of awesome cheezy." She'd been looking forward to this since it had gotten the green light, and was MAYBE a little excited.
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 8:36 pm
Dana was overjoyed her little facebook ping to see if her old school mate had actually managed to get home alive resulted in some nerding out over mutual interests and an invitation to spend the weekend somewhere other than her dorm.
Glee. All of it.
Well, she did make a little bit of a face at the popcorn phobia and ran her fingers through her fauxhawk with a half lidded stare of 'what'. She was a whole grade ahead of Quila, which meant this was her opportunity to be the cool big kid and she was fully aware of this.
"Um, who the hell has a popcorn phobia? And pillow forts?" Really, Quila, she was a high school freshman now. "You'd better not tell anyone."
Because no matter how old you were, pillow forts were awesome. And then, to further cement the hypocrisy and the I'm-totally-gleeing-over-this-more-than-you-know, she held up a metal rimmed box and grinned enough to stretch the limits of her red lip gloss.
"I brought my nail polish!" Because a little bit of creative glam was the perfect side dish to the slasher gorefest she was looking forward to tonight.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 12:22 pm
"I have a seen the internet, apparently if a thing exists, someone, somewhere is scared enough of that thing to poop bricks." Quila offered, by explanation on the issue of popcorn. "So I'm sure someone has." She eyed Dana warilly, glanced inside again, checking for signs of life and added. "I won't tell anyone about the fort if you don't tell anyone about me and nailpolish.Friggin dorks at school will think I'm going soft!" She couldn't take that. She would have to end someone. Dana was older and had an established edge of 'cool', but Quila was still fighting to defend her identity.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 8:09 pm
Dana rolled her eyes with gleeful snark and gave a bit of a snort before pushing her way in and strutting around as if she was observing the place before she turned and put her free hand not holding the polish box on her hip.
"Not bad," She said with a little bit of a nod.
Of course Dana wasn't about to let on that she didn't 'feel' like she had an established edge. Going from being an eighth grader in a school she was used to dominating to a new school as a freshman no one knew had been a nuclear missile to her self esteem, and that was without all the added drama like being in a tuition based boarding school coming from a family used to financial dire straits and big sister deciding you were too incompetent to be a senshi to the point of stealing your pen and shooing off the guardian cat.
It was bad enough she was actually impressed by Quila's home. It was huge! Well, at least by Caffrey standards. It had a second story and everyone wasn't tripping over each other, and that was pathetically impressive in Dana's book.
"I brought my own cheese too, so we can stay up all night," She announced proudly. "Got Tremors for some monster fun and Subspecies for bloody B-movie junk. And make-up. You should wear more eyeshadow," She said with a nod and grabbed Quila's hand, holding it against hers and looking thoughtful for a moment, "I wonder if my bases are going to work with your complexion..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:56 am
"Ooh, Tremors? You have Tremors? You RULE!" Tremors was amazingly classic cheese. She loved it.
...Base's made her a bit more anxious, and she blushed furiously, eying her feet for a half second. "...I dunno." She admitted. "I don't have my own make up really. I mean... some crap in mom's cabinet for recitals but I don't really have stuff that's um.... mine mine.... or... stuff."
She explained, awkwardly, trying to decide if she should pull her hand away or explain that she was too 'badass' for makeup.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 7:47 pm
"Huh?" Dana noticed the awkwardness, but she seemed to actually, willfully ignore it. She did let go of Quila's hand, though and shrugged. "No, I brought tons of stuff! Temporary hair dye too, so it's cool."
Yes, there was a certain rule about not sharing make up because germs and stuff, but for some reason that didn't always apply in the mind of fourteen year olds at sleepovers.
"Anyway, come on, let's turn something on. I wanna see some action!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 8:14 am
"Ooh, hair dye?" Quilla was suddenly in the game. Temporary or otherwise, her mother was rather disproving of the stuff, and therefore it came with the enticing air of things that were forbidden and rebellious and yespleaserightnow. "You wanna do Nightmare on Elm Street?" She asked, waving her hand to indicate she should be followed to the downstairs tv. She had been going to kick off with some popcorn, but she could get her guest settled and then bring some downstairs. "Or the Shining? The fake blood budget on some of these films must be as hilarious as the special effects."
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 2:20 pm
"The Shining might be a classic, but sometime Kubrick movies... eh," Dana let her head lull back and after a long dramatic pause, shook her head. "Nightmare."
She could at least claim a weird affinity for the franchise with that one.
She kicked off her shoes and got comfy. "So what do you wanna do first? I brought my whole makeover box. How are things a Knightside going? Is it totally boring?"
Like everything in St. Mags was a rip roaring fun fest. But she was nostalgic and desperate for a little news about her old stomping grounds.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:14 pm
"Well, I gotta give Kubrick points for being so easy to MST3K..." Quila noted, defensive of her cheese collection... just a bit. "...Knightside is ok I guess. There's this one girl who just... I dunno. I try reallllllly hard not to judge people on how they look but I dunno. She's all...." She waved her hands as she tried to put a finger on what bugged her so much about the girl she'd met on the playground. "She's... she's... Weird isn't the word for it." She led Dana downstairs, where the lower level, with notably out of date carpeting and an ugly cover on the couch had been set up to wait for them as promised. "She's all... she wear's stuff that looks like it came out of the dressy-toddler section at Christmas, all fluffy animals and lace, and she wears her hair up in these giant super curly pig tails... and her backpack is a stuffed animal, and she has coloring books and a stuffed animal and it's all "My Mummy' this and "Tushies are Bad" that... and she's just... I mean..." She floundered. "TUSHIES. She says TUSHIES. She supposedly skipped a grade but it's more like she skipped five or six and she's just really tall because it's... it's creepy kinda. It's like she stopped getting older when she hit this weird cootsy innocent thing that you think only exists in very bad places on the internet and shoopy Anime." She sighed, raking her fingers through her hair. "I dunno, she just really got under my skin and she was all talking about using her Smoopyness to fool "bad people", and it set off my Nopedar, because my brain went to really icky places over that. Wait, maybe the word had been bullies? But either way, the way she talked about it... "I told her she was a teenager not a teen titan, and then I kinda got on her grill because of the Butts are Bad thing, and I don't know if I over reacted because Dooooooodshecreepsmeoutsobad." She held out her hands like grasping claws, as though she were extending the massive armload of 'creeped-out' for Dana to examine. "And she was all weird about who these 'bad people' were too, she was just like..." Here she paused to add a dramatically spooky-saccharine tone to her voice. "There are other bullies than at school." She dropped her hands heavily to her sides as she unburdened herself at Dana and added. "Maybe I'm over reacting. I probably am but isn't it just...weird?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 6:06 pm
"Holy balls, calm down," Dana said as she stared at Quila, wide eyed. And then shuddered at the individual described. She sounded like an exploited, walking fetish.
"Creepy, man. Just, ugh. There's a reason why cliques exist and why some people aren't allowed to sit at the table." Short sighted teenager logic, but in this case, she felt like it held up.
"Okay, come on, let's try to forget the losers. Nancy Thompson's got some Krueger butt to kick, and I think," She pulled out a small glass bottle of deep indigo glitter polish and shook it up, "This will go really bitchin' with some blue highlights in your hair."
When not at home with the possibility of dad overhearing, Dana was apparently really liberal with the for reals swears.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 11:15 am
"Ooohhh." The exclamation escaped her before any other doubts could override the opinion. Sparkly. Blue. SHINY. "That is the coolest nail polish I have ever seen." Having sided against make up, she hadn't really ventured into the aisles in the stores... since... forever... and anything she let her mom pick out for Dance routines was usually soft pinks or just a clear polish. Blue in her hair or on her nails, she was pretty sure was going to get that 'I am trying to accept your choices and failing' twitch. "...That sounds -awesome-. Let's do this thing!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:49 pm
Dana couldn't hold in the giddy 'hee' when Quila seemed to finally have enthusiasm for an interest she had desperately wanted to share with her, and there was nothing better than that eventual moment she was in fuzzy pj bottoms, sitting crosslegged on the pile of cushions with Quila's hand in her grip, meticulously applying the glitter polish as she hunched over.
Except for when she paused to turn her head towards the tv and observe the current goings on in the Elm Street franchise.
"You really don't like nail polish?" She asked, redosing the applicator brush in a moment of reprieve.
"Well, I mean, usually," She added quickly, not letting Quila's eventual 'let's do this' go unnoticed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 3:34 pm
"I..." Quilla paused and actually thought about this harder than she usually did. "I dunno. I guess it's ok... but every time I wear it people are like "Oooh you better not chip it." Like it's some kind of magical indicator of life force and I am such a fragile, fragile flower that I will expire if I chip the shiny carp off my fingernails. I mean... I don't know. I just... I don't think I'm that kind of fragile person...and people think that when i have long hair and stuff... and I... don't know how else to make it obvious that I'm not like.. you know... her." She had a feeling it was abundantly clear who she meant. "And that sounds really a lot like that stupid "not like other girls" argument but the only one I don't want to be like is HER. I'm just... I dont have a problem with other people wearing it. I'm just not sure that it's necessarily me..." Ugh, giant ramble. "...Which is even more complicated because I'm not sure I've figured out everything that is me yet. Everyone keeps telling me that's normal but it sucks."
She glanced over at the screen for a moment while she let Dana work on her nails and asked, although it seemed a smidge taboo to ask this of someone older and 'cooler'. "Do you ever feel that way or have I just blown my cover as a secret Lame-o?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 6:03 pm
Dana stopped and stared at Quila, still half hunched over as one hand held the other girl's and the other the polish applicator. She didn't know who she meant by her, though her brain flitted to the weird girl they had just been gossiping about, or if Quila had mentioned a female relative and Dana had just missed it.
Over all, the concern did strike a chord with her. Dana had a very mild punk flair these days but it wasn't that long ago she was trying to fall into a more artsy hipster cliche. Dana had no idea who she was and spent so much time battling forces over what she wasn't, she was decidedly unsure about what and who she was. She had no idea what she was doing or what she wanted, especially after being transplanted out of her childhood home into a strict boarding school even though her father didn't even live out of town.
Her stomach twisted and the feelings of discomfort managed to creep into her expression before she forced a shrug and went back to playing with Quila's nails.
"I just like the colors. And I chip it off when I'm bored in class," She said flippantly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:53 am
"I think you're right. I'm taking it too seriously." Quilla noted, staring at the drying polish as if it held the secrets to the universe in it's sparkles. "...It is just paint. Makes you wonder why people make such a big deal over it sometimes." It wasn't like you could only paint your nails one color ever... and even if you did, would it be so horrible being an grandmother with sparkly blue nails? Probably be less frustrating that way than having it chip the second you hoped it didn't.
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