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Post by Dot Bunny on Aug 27, 2012 22:54:52 GMT -5
So I got my boots on[/size] [/font] got the right 'mount of leather and I'm doin' me up with a BLACK color liner [/blockquote]
Hunter’s knife in toe, Dot strode her way up a couple flights of stairs, dead set on reaching Saint’s apartment. That little mortal had something she wanted- food- and she always said to drop by any time, so why now when Dot was aware she was walking her dogs because she did it the same time every day? The slayer took the steps two- by- two, her long legs allowing for the stride and grateful for the extra exercise. Thing about Dot: she hated working out. Unless she had somewhere to go, she was sitting on her ass doing nothing, wasn’t that the great American dream, anyway? Regardless, she hated elevators, too cramped, too many starchy guys in suits staring at her boobs. Stairs were better. Safer. At least for the suited men.
The butt of the knife concealed a lock pick, which she used expertly on the doorknob of Saint’s apartment, listening for the easy click of the mechanism and swinging the door open. She closed and locked it behind her, not wanting anyone to know she was in here. Not until Saint got back, at least. She knew her friend wouldn’t mind. Didn’t have the guts to say otherwise if she did. So, with a flick of her long wavy hair, Dot slid her leather jacket off and threw it towards the couch- missing as always. She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and rubbed it against her dirty red Beatles shirt before taking a bite. A hiss caught her ear and she pursed her lips at the kitty, hissing back. This gained the cat’s respect easily enough, so with a finger she scratched between the creature’s ears, wishing she had a cat of her own even if she didn’t have the means to take care of one quite like Saint was.
Whistling and chomping, Dot strolled towards the hamster cages, picking one up and bringing him with her to the couch. She allowed the creature to nibble on the edge of her apple before taking another bite herself, and gazed about the cool, cozy apartment, the orange treetops of Chicago’s caged specimens just able to be seen through Saint’s soft window dressings. She finished her apple, surrendered the core to the hamster who rested nicely on the little pout of her belly, and turned on the t.v. figuring the walk was taking longer than she had originally thought. She flicked through the channels, unable to find anything she could keep up with, until she finally settled on cartoon network.
Ah, Scooby Doo, how she loved that mutt.
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Post by ais on Aug 27, 2012 23:22:43 GMT -5
[/color] It didn't bother her in the least that the girl came over. Aislynn had seen the other girl's apartment once. It wasn't that bad, but Aislynn could tell that there were some things lacking that Dot needed. Sometimes Aislynn wished Dot would come live with her for a while. “I'm glad you came over, I have a school project and I need your help with it.”Going to college for special effect make-up was fun and dandy. No sarcasm. Aislynn loved creating things like that. Tonight she had this fantasy fire thing going on. She had pre-set up the make-up but had been looking for the right face to put it on. It was supposed to be pure make-up on the face, so it had to be right. She wasn't allowed to use prosthetic for this one. If she was it didn't matter what face she used. “So what say we order Chinese and I'll get to work?” Saint said. It wasn't that she wanted to charge straight into it, she was just excited. She loved when people game over.[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 349 Comment: Woo! Outfit: Outfit!Tagged: Dot. Credits: Banner by moi. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Dot Bunny on Aug 28, 2012 0:32:17 GMT -5
So I got my boots on[/size] [/font] got the right 'mount of leather and I'm doin' me up with a BLACK color liner [/blockquote]
She squealed as the dogs came at her- a girlish scream that in the presence of any other person would be stifled if her life depended on it- and lifted the hamster up over her head the dogs jumped her with wiggly butts and freezing noses and tongues galore. Some tried to jump for the hamster, but Dot wouldn’t let them have it. “Hampsters are friends. Not food!” She told them, and allowed the shenanigans to continue until she felt soft of suffocated from all the dog faces. “Sit Kujo.” And the big one did so, the others not paying her any mind, but at least the biggest was out of the way. Using her hips, she pushed the others away and place the hamster back in his cage with his treat to share with his friend.
Pulling her t- shirt down a bit, Dot turned to greet the apartment’s owner. “Free makeover?” She grinned, twisting her hips back and fourth in mock girlish questioning. “You gonna make me puuurdy?” She smiled wider. “Scoresville!” With a genuine excited hopping, she found her way to Saint’s bathroom, searching her drawers for the make- up remover. She only had the remains of last night’s liner and mascara on, but she knew Saint liked working on a blank canvas. Dabbing it on a round of cotton she began to remove it, getting one eye done before she heard Saint’s voice saying something about Chinese food.
Dot leaned out the open bathroom door, her hair falling off her shoulder as she looked to Saint, one eye clean, the other muggy with black make- up smears. “Can you get some of those boiled dumpling thingies?” She asked, bold enough to request food even if she had no intent to actually pay for any of it. “Oooooh and eggrolls. I love eggrolls!” It was true. She really did love eggrolls. Dot righted herself, finishing the second eye and cleaning up her mess. With a final look at herself in the mirror she returned to Saint, all bright- eyed and bushy- tailed where, in any other circumstances, she would be mortified. Saint was nice, though, and she wasn’t like other girls. She wasn’t judgmental and wasn’t trying to secretly stab Dot in the back out of jealousy. It was nice. Dot never really had any friends that weren’t bros before.
“Vah-lah! Your model, zee is ready and poifect, no?” She did a little twirl for her make- up artist, wondering what magic Saint had in mind for her today. She hope it had something to do with pirates. She loved pirates.
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Post by ais on Aug 28, 2012 1:17:23 GMT -5
[/color] She said, in her quiet yet demanding way. The other four chilled out and went off to their happy places. Mainly which were on her bed. It was hilarious to try and fit everyone on there for bed time. It was only a twin. Saint clapped when Dot agreed to it. “Yay! I'll get my kit then and we can do it in the living room. That way you don't have to give up your Scoobs.” Though she would be mainly focusing on her work, Aislynn also liked watching the show. Grabbing her expensive make-up kit which cost her way more than she wanted to think about, from her room; Aislynn then set it up in a blink of an eye. It was a skill that she had required with lots of practice. “Can do, Mr. Bob!” Saint cheered out as she picked up the phone. “Hi, I would like two large orders of broccoli and beef. Yeah the one with the brown sauce. Okay and I would also like two large orders of the dumpling thingies. Two large orders of sesame chicken and two large orders of egg drop soup. Got that? Oh yeah, and three egg rolls please.” After the woman jotted down the order and told her the price, Aislynn tried not to think about how much spending money that was out of it. But it was well, well worth it. When dot came out of the bathroom all ready, Aislynn put on her best french accent; which failed about as bad as Dot's did. “Marvelous darling, simply marvelous!” Yes it was Cruella Deville quote, but whatever. 101 Dalmations was her favorite movie ever. “Okay sit on down and let momma get to work!” Aislynn said laughing. After Dot sat on her couch, which was already stained with lord knows what kind of make-up; Aislynn set to work. First Saint put her hair up in a pony tail, nothing fancy but enough to keep the girls hair clean and so the make-up would show better in the pictures. Then she put on a white cream coat all over her face to make the other colors really pop; then started applying the proper amounts. Thirty-minutes later the chinese food arrived. “You can eat after I finish. Ten minutes, plenty of time for it to cool off.” Aislynn set right back into work before applying the finishing touches. “Okay, pose for me!” Saint said, grabbing the camera and handing Dot her hand mirror.[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 497 Comment: Woo! Outfit: Outfit!Tagged: Dot. Credits: Banner by moi. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Dot Bunny on Aug 29, 2012 16:26:40 GMT -5
So I got my boots on[/size] [/font] got the right 'mount of leather and I'm doin' me up with a BLACK color liner [/blockquote]
Dot’s crooked grin widened as she watched the big dog disperse with the other ‘poochies.’ It always made her want to laugh, the fact that Saint couldn’t possibly control the big lug the way Dot could while Dot, for the life of her, had no control over the others. She figured her authorities demeanor was only receptive to the larger breed while the others responded well to Saint’s kind mousey nature. They certainly made life interesting, these dogs of hers, and lord knew Dot could use with a bit more interesting and a bit less sitting around, bored and hungry.
A true cackle escaped her the moment Saint finished the order. “Woman, you ordered enough for a small army!” She laughed, spinning into her seat and trying not to make funny faces when Saint had to tug at the rats nest in her thick hair to get it all up into a neat pile on the top of her head. “Well, one woman army, reporting for duty.” She saluted and dropped her arm, allowing her friend to work her magic. She did as she was told, pursed her lips, turned her head this way and that, looked up, looked down, all while making sure she paid attention to subtle Scooby plot details.
They had managed to get through the end of the first Scooby episode and almost all of the second by the time the doorbell rang with food. “Foooooooood….” Dot moaned, flailing limply. “Fooooood noooooooooow….” She pouted at Saint, pleading with the widest puppydog eyes she could managed- she couldn’t pull it off quite like Saint could, but it was an outstanding performance from a girl like Dot. “Is it ‘cus of the scoobs? I can finish the episode right now. Here,” She shook her fist at the screen. “You meddling kids!” Saint wasn’t budging. So Dot moaned and groaned and wined like a brat until Saint said she was done. Then she perked up and snatched at the mirror, grinning wickedly at the reflection that shone back at her.
“That’s badaaaass….” She approved, and her eyes flicked up to the camera, trying to add passion into her eyes and capture her light, all that nonsense she had picked up when she lived in the mansion. With a sultry look towards the lens, she tried to match her eyes to her face- fire. Unaware if her mission was accomplished, she grew bored with posing while her stomach grumbled. “Food? Food now? Feed me?”
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Post by ais on Aug 29, 2012 17:56:29 GMT -5
[/color] She said laughing. It was true that when the food got here they would freak seeing two girls, probably assumed to be college students. “Besides I am so hungry.” She grumbled. It had been so long since her last meal that Aislynn was pretty sure she was going to fold into herself. “Good! I don't know what that would make me though, if you're an army and all.” Saint said, trying to figure out where she fit in this now metaphorical world. Saint hated trying to tell people to wait, but it was important to do so sometimes so that's exactly what she did. Like right now. “Very good impersonation there, but no. You can't move yet because then the make-up will look half finished and I'll get half the grade I deserve.” She said, trying to hurry-up the last bit. Then when the picture taking came, it was perfect. Dot had to of been her favorite model, she just knew how to draw that intensity into it. After taking the right amount, she turned the camera off and chuckled again. “Yes! Now it is food time.” She put the food out on the coffee table and sat down on the floor. There was room on the couch but she liked eating sitting down on the floor. “Glad you like the make-up.” She said. Saint handed Dot a fork and a spoon and then separated the food into where they each got an order of all the things. Except the egg rolls, Aislynn wasn't big on egg-rolls so she gave them all to Saint. If the girl didn't eat them all now, then Aislynn figured Dot would just eat them later. “After scoobs what do you want to watch?” Saint had a wide variation of genres of movies; and she had cable. But if anyone tried to turn Scooby-Doo right now she'd probably pout.[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 336 Comment: Sorry it's so short. Outfit: Outfit!Tagged: Dot. Credits: Banner by moi. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Dot Bunny on Aug 29, 2012 22:14:07 GMT -5
So I got my boots on[/size] [/font] got the right 'mount of leather and I'm doin' me up with a BLACK color liner [/blockquote]
She laughed, a slender finger slipping in-between the nest of hair on her head to itch at her scalp. “You know me so well.” She sighed, dropping her hand and trying her best to keep her face calm and placid in order to provide a smooth canvas for Saint. She couldn’t help a smirk when Saint asked what she was, but she dropped it quickly. “The general.” She smirked again, and snickered, but managed to calm herself once more. “Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just funny to think of you trying to lead an army.” She snickered. “I can’t imagine you with the gun and the dirt and the- oh lord- the blood. You’re too much of a nice girl for it all.”
“Fooooooood!” She nearly pounced the small redhead, but managed to restrain herself until the silverware and orders were dolled out. “Thank you for these.” She waved the fork and spoon with one hand. “I can’t eat with chopsticks to save my life. Always end up stabbing it.” She grinned at the thought of stabbing, but covered it up by diving into the bag of egg rolls.
“You’re going down to china town and wat choo bringin’ me back? Eggrolls, son!” Yeah, she played with her food, the roll an airplane before it reached her mouth where she let it dangle, caught when Saint tried to talk to her again. With a finger she pointed to the television screen where the ghost was just being revealed, her eyes questioning her friend why she could possibly think they were turning off Scoobs right before the end. The more she thought the faster she realized that Saint ment after the episode ended, and so she chomped down on her egg roll and pushed the food to one sid of her mouth. “Got any hot guys in spandex?” She asked, then chewed, opening the dumplings container as she did, the food a mountain on her lap as she sat with folded legs on the couch. She knew Saint had spandex men, she always did, and anyone who made fun of her for it would get a knuckle sandwich, courtesy of Saint’s hardened freeloader, Dot.
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Post by ais on Sept 2, 2012 6:13:14 GMT -5
[/color] It was all a joke, really. If Saint ever tried to order around a bunch of people whose task was to murder a bunch of people, she'd end up stuttering and muttering and tripping over her own feet! “I don't mind getting dirty?” was her only actual argument. The gun and the blood? Never in her life! But dirt wasn't so bad. She owned eleven animals for goodness sakes! Saint shrugged with a goofy smile on her face. “I'm well trained in the ways of chinese sticks, but I don't like all the work either. I need to scarf my food down, not eat it grain by grain.” Saint said, taking in a particularly large amount of chicken to prove her point. “Though did you know it is supposedly good luck and means that you're special or something if you can pick up a single grain of rice with a pair of chop sticks?” Saint said, tilting her head to the side. Ah the wonderful amount of random information Saint knew. Laughing at Dot's airplane food. When the girl pointed at the television, Saint was curious what that had to do with anything until she realized that the girl didn't want to turn of Scooby-doo. Thankfully Dot figured it out on her own. “I have the musical Cats, ever seen it? I have almost every Lord of the Dance video ever made. That's river dancing, if you didn't know.” There were a whole lot more, but Saint was pretty sure that if she overloaded Dot with answers the slayer would just shrug and tell her to pick one; and Saint hated choosing things to do. It felt like telling people what to do. Eating a little more, a thought struck her. "Oh! I forgot to tell you!" Saint squealed excitedly. "I have this project for school coming up, right? And I have to do this full out photo-shoot for it. Which means a background, though it can be a live one like when they're at the park or something; or it can be built. Obviously I'm not that kind of artist so I'm just going to find a place. Anyways, it has to be a shoot that has a topic, a genre and a story and I have to explain all of it in the pictures. I wanted you to be in it, if you didn't mind and I wanted a boy but so many boys are weird about make up. Anyways, Skipper ran this guy over at the park and after ice cream he agreed to do it; so would you like to also participate, maybe please?" She said, a grin falling on her lips as she gently bit her lower one in anticipation. After Dot agreed she'd come up with the make up and the story; but she needed to know what she was working with.[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 538 Comment: The balls a'rollin'  This needs to happen before Jay and Todd get awkward, so they can be marvelous blackmailage happening. Outfit: Outfit!Tagged: Dot. Credits: Banner by moi. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Dot Bunny on Sept 2, 2012 13:27:38 GMT -5
So I got my boots on[/size][/font] got the right 'mount of leather and I'm doin' me up with a BLACK color liner [/blockquote]
Dot had to stifle her laughter, still, seeing as it would be a shame to mess up Saint while she was working on such a beautiful craft. “You?” Dot snickered. “Yelling? At… people? Have you ever even tried yelling? You have to have a mean face to back it up, and you my friend have too nice a freaking face! God, it’s even annoying sometimes, how nice you are. If I can do one good thing on this earth before my untimely death it will be to give a girl some backbone.” She pointed a finger at Saint. “And you need it girl, seriously.” She dropped her hand, letting out another bubble of laughter before stifling it once more. “Dirt. Yeah, I’ll give you that. But the day I see you using a gun is the day I kiss a werewolf.”
She shrugged, munching on her eggroll. “Welp,” Dot said, swallowing, “guess I’m just unlucky then. How do you even use those things, anyway?” She questioned Saint, having never been taught, even with the children teaching sticks. She didn’t discover take- out until she was living on her own, and by then she was too old to request training chopsticks. “Eh, don’t tell me, I’ll just end up stabbing the food anyway.” She admitted, smirking as Saint continued. “But thank you, Professor Wikipedia, I will be sure to cling to people who can use chopsticks from now on.” As if to prove her word, she moved the food on her lap away onto the couch and pounced on Saint from behind. “You’re small enough to be my good luck charm, right?” She joked and released her friend, diving into the dumplings.
“Cats?” She questioned. She had heard Saint clearly enough, she just didn’t understand how cats could make up a musical. Unless it was like those cute cat videos that were on the internet all strung together to make it seem like they’re rapping or something. She had asked for spandex, though, so the thought of how Saint believed a musical about cats filled that requirement intrigued Dot. “I love cats.” Her way of agreeing to the movie. She felt a dog head on her knee, the big one staring up at her with sad eyes. “And dogs too.” She patted Skipper’s head. “But not enough to give them my dumplings.”
Then Saint was rambling in that rambling way she had, and Dot ate while she listened, paying attention though nothing about her body language suggested so. When the small ginger finally finished, Dot’s eyes raised to her, and she lifted he eyebrows. “I don’t know who you’re trying so hard to convince, if you keep feeding me like this, you’ll have to beg me to stay away.” She said simply, then her face fell into a smile. “Of course I’ll come. I wouldn’t miss it. Especially if you’re going to be dressing up boys. That’ll have to be good.”
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Post by ais on Sept 3, 2012 5:44:51 GMT -5
[/color] Pacifism for life, right? Thank god for the truce. If she were ever forced to live in a world where that didn't exist; she'd probably die within the first week. Saint was just about to start up explaining how to use chopsticks. Really they were simple, you struggled a bit at first and then bam; you were using them without realizing you could. But then Dot said nevermind and Aislynn shrugged. It was no matter if Dot could use them or not, it wouldn't end up saving her life one day or anything. “I guess they would be lucky stabbing too.” She said. “They'd be pretty nifty in a fight against a vampire.” Aislynn would never, ever hurt someone that wasn't trying to hurt her first. Not that she could, really. No fighting experience or super powers or anything of that sort. But she never tried to force her opinions on anyone else. “I wonder why only stakes work. Like, scientifically.”Aislynn's mouth fell open when Dot admitted to never watching Cats. It was what got Aislynn into this business in the first place! “You have to watch it! Oh my gosh, I'm a failure as a friend. Next thing you'll tell me is you've never seen the Hulk.” Getting up from her spot she went and pulled out the musical. Despite what Dot thought, it was nothing like the cats you saw on the internet. It was so much better. “It's my favorite musical ever. I have sworn an oath to go see it one day. I have a crush on so many of the male characters in this movie.” Boy was that going to sound weird until Dot saw that they were people. Well, people dressed up as cats; but they were still people. As soon as the scoobs went off, she changed the channel and hit play. It kind of just tumbled out of her mouth before Saint properly thought it through. “Why don't you just stay here then?” It wasn't sarcastic or mean, Saint honestly meant it. A, there was no way anyone should live in an apartment that might literally fall apart at any second. B, Saint would love to have almost constant access to a model. And of course everyone needed protection. Skipper was a good guard dog when he needed to be, but the other ones were too small. “I mean, I was attacked by a vampire. I could use protection. No I wasn't, that's a lie. But I could be! And you know, it gets kind of lonely here. It's a good neighborhood but those are the ones targeted!” Smooth, Aislynn. Smooth.[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 511 Comment: In case you really don't know what Cats is, heres a song from there: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cx7HhYXCxa4Outfit: Outfit!Tagged: Dot. Credits: Banner by moi. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Dot Bunny on Sept 8, 2012 16:19:09 GMT -5
So I got my boots on[/size][/font] got the right 'mount of leather and I'm doin' me up with a BLACK color liner [/blockquote]
She smirked at Saint and wanted to shake her head at the tiny ginger but restrained herself from doing so. “Yeah. Right. Whatever. You know people only say it because they love you and, well, it’s true.” She offered, forcing her mouth to relax and pucker slightly as Saint added the lipstick. Once it was done, Dot couldn’t keep herself from continuing. “I guess I will simply have to be your backbone for you then.” She sniffed. “I, unlike you, thrive on violence.” With a wicked grin, she dropped it, knowing Saint wasn’t one for change. Change was a scary thing, after all. Plus there were more important things at hand. Such as the large abundance of Chinese food and the prospect of using chopsticks as stakes. It was an idea that caused Dot’s eyebrow to raise and a mischievous look to paint her face. Well, the make- up wasn’t working.
The slayer doubted that her civilian friend was even aware of what the gentlemen’s club was let alone that Dot was a part of it, and she never let on that she had any hatred of the little mutts and leeches roaming the streets, but when she had stumbled across the little organization she had simply figured it was in her blood. If she wasn’t supposed to be against the truce, then why was she even born with these powers? No, there had to be a greater game at play there, so she did her mother proud and joined the rebellion. Now, with Saint going on about chopstick stakes and scientific reasons behind the death of a vampire, it was clear the reason why she was supposed to be against these creatures. To protect people like Saint, with no backbone to their names.
Not that the science thing didn’t cause a snicker. “Gurl, I don’t know, if we knew that we would have a scientific reason behind all that magic shiznit. And, like, God.” Dot snorted. “Puhlease.” She craned her head back, dangling a length of noodles over her mouth before dropping them messily in. “You know,” Her mouth was full, her table manners revolting, “I really don’t know anything about the Hulk but what you tell me. And that you named your dog after him.” With a shrug, that was it. She didn’t see what the big deal was, but if it was important to Saint- and the girl kept feeding her- so be it. Well, that is until Saint took it too far.
“No.” The nineteen- year- old began shoving all the food she could into one container as she stood. They were done here. “I’m not some kid you have to look after. I work my ass off to live in my apartment and yeah, it may be shitty, but it’s my apartment. Now, I may be a mooch but I do have a limit.” She moved to leave, managing to grab her coat and get to the door and open it before Saint continued. The mention of an attack is what caused Dot to pause, her hand dropping away from the doorknob. She let out one breath of a sigh, her tongue in her cheek as she turned to look at her friend. “You’re really that scared to try and lie to me?” She asked. “You, Aislynn Saintly Saint De’Saint lied to me? Even for a second, lied?”
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Post by ais on Sept 11, 2012 18:56:24 GMT -5
[/color] It was true, it was really hard to get Saint to raise her voice or feel anything negative but slightly awkward about something. Especially angry. If she ever did get angry it generally settled out right afterward. Laughing at Dot's offer to be her backbone, she hoped that didn't mean the girl randomly chasing down people to get vengeance for Saint. Not that Saint had anyone to get vengeance on. “Okay, but lets keep the backbone-for-me down to a mild verbal lashing.” Even that would probably drive Saint into hives. Saint stuffed her face as she listened to Dot's retort about her questioning the scientific reasons behind the way supernatural beings died. Saint wasn't a brainiac, necessarily; but she did know a good bit of information. “Actually, there are both scientific formulas to prove and disprove God. As far as magic though, I don't know. I see vampires and wolve's every day and that's fine, but I can't believe that there is a such thing as like magic magic. But who knows, I could be horribly wrong.” She said, continuing to stuff food into her mouth. Mmm broccoli. Saint kind of assumed that Dot didn't know much about Hulk, and that was fine because not many people did. Just the basic movie stuff. “Well, hang out with me enough and you'll know everything.”Saint felt her stomach drop when she realized that Dot was leaving. That was literally the opposite of what she wanted to happen here. Saint listened to her speech about mooching and having limits and the such, but not wanting to interrupt; she waited until the girl finished. “First of all,” She said, not angrily but literally listing off her defense, “I don't think you're a kid at all! And I know you work hard for your apartment, I work the same job as you do!” Aislynn said, pouting slightly afterward. “And no I don't think you're a mooch at all. I like the time we hang out and I think of getting food that you eat and letting you come over whenever as a trade for you letting me use you as a project for school. You can always go halfsies on stuff here if you moved in. Like food and stuff, or the light bills. The rent is taken care of by my parents so that isn't a big deal. It'd make it where I have more money too so it'd be helpful!” She said. Hearing the last part about her lying, Saint pouted a little more and slouched down on the couch. “I'm not scared to lie to you, I hate the idea of it. You're my best friend and best friends don't lie to one another. I don't lie at all for that matter, but especially not to you. And I feel terrible because I am terrible for even doing it for a second.” Saint said all in one big rush before burying her face in a pillow. Saint was so disappointed in herself.[/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 541 Comment: :C She may start crying. Outfit: Outfit!Tagged: Dot. Credits: Banner by moi. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Dot Bunny on Sept 29, 2012 20:12:59 GMT -5
So I got my boots on[/size][/font] got the right 'mount of leather and I'm doin' me up with a BLACK color liner [/blockquote]
Dot roared with laughter once more. “You know that means I’m gonna have to make you curse, don’t you. And no pussy curses like ‘dang nabbit’ or whatever the hell it is you like to pull off as your ‘foul language’ I mean real gritty unladylike spewage.” She grinned wickedly, knowing Saint had no clue what she was getting herself into. Saint was a nice girl the best friend Dot could have. In fact, it was not uncommon for Dot to often question their relationship, why Saint would ever associate herself with the likes of her and wonder when Saint was going to wake up and realize just how horrible a friend Dot really was. She was grateful for Saint for so many reasons. More often than not, Saint had saved Dot’s life, without really realizing it. Sometimes Dot was so hungry, mooching off her friend was all she had left.
She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m sure I will. For example, I thought scientests were all anti- creationism. The things you teach me every day-“ she clicked her teeth “-they should just hand me my high school diploma now anyway.”
And then Saint was doing it. Having a verbal backbone. And all Dot could do was clench her jaw and listen, not believing any of what her friend was saying due to her own white hot stubbornness. It was not until Saint started to defent her fear that Dot relaxed, starting with a sputtering of laughter which grew until she was leaning against the door, clutching her ribcage and tearing up. “No no, I don’t mean-“ She struggled with the words and the laughter, unsure as to how to make Saint understand what she had been talking about. She didn’t mean to suggest Saint was afraid of her but merely so afraid of the vampires that she was willing to lie about being attacked just to make Dot stick around. “I.. I don’t mean afraid… afraid of me.” Dot attempted to explain, figuring she wasn’t doing very well if she was laughing in her face at the same time. “What… what I meant was, so afraid of the vampires that.. that you would actually have enough backbone to lie to me about getting attacked.” She finished. “Are you really so scared?” That needed to be the case. If it was, then Saint really did need her. If not, Dot would just be a freeloader, something that her pride would never allow.
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