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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 14, 2013 7:20:29 GMT -8
The first thing you noticed about Ikea upon entering the store was that IT WAS HUGE. You know when babies are first born they cry from the sheer horror of being alive? That's what it felt like to enter Ikea for the first time. The stark, existential horror of---
Okay, that was an exaggeration. It wasn't that bad at all; it was just the size of the store had caught Julie by surprise at first. Once she got over that though, it had been a blast so far. Especially with the discovery that they had a restaurant in the store, and a cafe at the exit that sold ice cream. She could see why it was so popular now; Sweden obviously knew what it was doing when it came to appealing to shoppers. She'd certainly go shopping more often if every store had food for sale in it. What wasn't to like about that?
But she and Colin were on a mission, and there was no time to stop for lunch just yet. (There was always time to stop for lunch, don't get her wrong, but they really did have a lot to do at the moment.) They could eat in a bit, right now they still had to pick out...
"We need one of these." She said in a complete deadpan, as she picked up a bright green moose statue that looked like it was made out of legos to show Colin. Julie actually wasn't taking this as seriously as she should have; it had been her idea, sure, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun along the way, right? It didn't help that Ikea was like a playground for people over the age of 20, and there was so much to mess around with, it was no wonder that she was picking up every weird item she came across.
She was just waiting until they entered the kitchen section and she tried to fit inside a fridge. Which, considering her size, probably wouldn't be too hard, all things considered. Besides, it was important to check and see if a body could fit in the fridge! You never know when you're going to snap and kill someone one of these days. Although to be fair, Julie would make an excellent serial killer. She had a look about her that just screamed innocent. You'd never expect a sweet, blonde girl to brutally murder a person, but it was something she had actually thought about and even planned out with Colin a few times. It was one of their favorite topics of discussion, but they'd never actually kill someone, don't be silly! Now, if they had the right motive, on the other hand...
No really, the only thing she was planning on stuffing into their fridge anytime soon was cartons and cartons of ice cream. She could see it now: Colin was going to walk into the kitchen, open the freezer, and an avalanche of ice cream cartons would pour out, and he'd collapse to the ground as they tumbled out on top of him. Death by ice cream, now that would be the way to go.
"Do you think putting poison in a frozen substance would make it less effective?" She asked suddenly, entirely serious as she put the moose statue back and continued walking through living room section. They had already picked out bookshelves- it had been the first thing found and decided on when they got there. And they had picked out a couple of other things too, so now it was just a matter of getting every thing. Which, admittedly, wasn't too much to begin with, since
1. they were in a tiny apartment
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2. they really didn't need a lot
so she doubted this was going to take too long. And then they could go get lunch and ice cream, how great was that! But on to more important matters, like poison in ice cream. "I mean, of course it'd depend on the poison, but I'm just thinking if freezing it in the substance itself would make it undetectable, or would you be better off directly inserting it into the substance so it'd be more effective." She turned to look at him, a slight frown on her face as she mulled this over. Because this was totally the kind of thing you talked about while furniture shopping.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 14, 2013 16:15:56 GMT -8
He'd never been to an Ikea before, and to say that he was overwhelmed would have been the understatement of the century. It was larger than life, really-- he had thought that Walmart was insane, but this was a completely different matter altogether. He was just glad that he was in Ikea now, and not during a busier time; large crowds made him slightly anxious, and he was glad for all the space that they had, especially because it was a weekend. Then again, they had come fairly early for their standards, which meant that they had missed much of the afternoon crowd. He just hoped that they would be in and out before most of the people arrived.
Admittedly part of the reason he was clenching Julie's hand was because he didn't exactly want to be here-- he had thought it would be fun, but was it bad that he felt slightly uncomfortable in here? It wasn't even that small a space; quite the reverse, in fact. It was simply overwhelming. That was what it was. He wasn't as anxious as he had used to be, but this place was just too big, and the prospect of it being filled with seas and seas of people was certainly not pleasant. Luckily, he coud count on her to diffuse the tension, or to lighten up the mood, even if it meant that he would have to talk her out of doing something dumb. Then again, what else was new?
"No, we are not getting this." Colin gave her a nudge to the side, though his lips curled up in a little half-smile. "We aren't going to have any space left for anything else if we put this in the smaller room." Which meant no space for bookshelves, which meant that he would just have to systematically stack books into neat piles in the kitchen. Not that he was complaining, but he was pretty sure that Julie would. At least his keeping an eye out for Julie and her shenanigans was keeping him distracted from the prospect of how daunting this place was. Yes, daunting-- how were they going to manage to get through with their lives and their sanity intact? Admittedly, his sanity had been gone the day he had decided to ask her out. Nobody would have done that unless they seriously needed to get their head checked. Perhaps the problem wasn't him, it was the fact that he was with her-- if it had been anybody else he wouldn't have decided to buy all thirty packs of cereal.
Oh, who was he kidding. He had been off the deep end way before he had met her, even if he wasn't as willing to show it.
"Put the statue down, and nobody gets hurt." Colin gave Julie a pat on the back as she did so, shaking his head. He was about to make a sarcastic remark about her getting swallowed by one of the automated trash cans to their right before she suddenly asked him about whether freezing poison would make it less effective, and he paused, frowning.
"I'm no scientist but I don't think it would change the molecular makeup of the poison. It would just cause the vibrations of the molecules to slow down and for them to become more compact. If anything, freezing it might just make the poison more concentrated, though I'm not sure if it would even work that way." This was a serious debate, and just one of the many things that they enjoyed talking about on Sunday mornings.
"It depends on how much of the substance you think the person is going to ingest, and what the substance is. If it's ice cream you're thinking about--" because when was she not thinking about ice cream, "It might be better to not freeze the poison with the ice cream, and to just inject it into the person's portion directly. You're more likely to kill them that way. And if you tainted the entire carton by putting poison in, swirling it together and refreezing it, you would certainly be a lot less inclined to finish eating the rest of the ice cream. Wouldn't that be a waste?" They certainly would have been the most unsuspecting serial killers. He was completely convinced of that fact. He glanced over to the right, noticing a set of taupe and white pillowcases.
"What do you think of those? We could get them and a matching duvet and bed spread." Unless she wanted something brighter, in which case he really didn't mind. He wasn't exactly too bothered by the majority of the home decor now that they had his bookcases sorted out. She could pick whatever tickled her fancy-- he'd let her have that, for putting up with the five large bookcases they'd had to buy.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 14, 2013 17:22:43 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes at his statement, swinging their joined hands lightly between them as she replied, melodramatically, "Well no shit it's not going to change the molecular makeup, duuuh. It's a physical change, not a chemical change." She wasn't exactly a science wiz, but she at least knew enough to grasp the basics of chemistry. She tapped a finger against her bottom lip, a thoughtful frown on her face. "I should ask Cal next time I see him, he would probably know."
Cal being her best friend, who was in the science department at UCLA and knew all about this science junk that she didn't get. He was always happy to answer her questions about whatever strange murder weapons she and Colin happened to come up with. He probably chalked it up to pure curiousity, not knowing that she might have ulterior motives and actually be planning something sinister. Again, not that they'd ever go through with any of their plans! It was all hypothetical, just for fun conversations! But boy, if you ever got on their bad side or did something to really piss them off---
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." She nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip as she thought this over. "There's no point in ruining the entire carton just to take out one person. Besides, if I'm giving them poisoned ice cream I'd be eating some as well so they don't suspect anything. Not poisoned ice cream, obviously, it'd be a clean portion. Maybe if I put the poison in chocolate syrup that would work better? But then it'd have to be a very powerful poison, since there wouldn't be a lot of syrup to begin with. So it'd be easier to inject the poison directly into the ice cream after all, then use the chocolate syrup to mask it so it goes undetected until it's too late."
... Yeah, don't ever get on their bad side or piss them off.
The problem with beating the afternoon crowd was that there were no people to drown out their conversation. What would usually have been lost in a sea of voices seemed to echo through the empty store, where anyone could hear them. Especially a little old lady tottering across the aisle from them, who seemed to be nervously glacing at the pair of them out of the corner of her eye. When Julie smiled at her, the lady immediately glanced away, staring resolutely at the price tag of the coffee table she had been examining for the last 5 minutes. Julie just smiled pleasantly in response to the woman's apparent rudeness; obviously they were going to have to kill her first.
Ignoring the woman for now, Julie glanced back at the pillow cases Colin was looking at. She paused for a moment, before trading a sneaky look with him. "I don't know, blood stains are pretty hard to get out of white, y'know." She replied airily, just loud enough for the lady standing behind them to hear. "We'd have to get extra strength detergent if we went with those. Dark blue would probably work better." The blonde winked at her boyfriend; her eyes seemed be saying 'play along!' as she flashed him an evil grin.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 14, 2013 17:40:46 GMT -8
"I think the ice cream might be a better bet. Where are we going to find poison that's bad enough that we'd be able to kill someone using just chocolate sauce? That," he said, biting his lip for a moment before releasing it, "And what if the person decides to go without the chocolate sauce? We've got to make it a way so that we ensure that they consume our murder weapon. The poison has to be quick-acting though. We can't have them dying far away from where we are: we've got to get rid of the body."
Colin smiled, fingering the edge of the pillowcase that he and Julie were discussing. His girlfriend shot someone in the distance a grin; the blonde turned around to look at what she was smiling at, only to see a little old lady wearing a mortified look on her face. Browns widened as he glanced at the lady, then back at his girlfriend, and then Julie continued to speak. He didn't need her to say the words to hear the message:
Play along.
A wicked grin spread across his features as he listened to her finish talking. He had never really been one for pranks in the past, but this was another thing that he could blame over-exposure to his girlfriend for. Picking up the dark blue pillowcase, Colin squinted at it, appearing to scrutinize the materials. "We might not want to go with these, actually," he said. "The blood's going to seep through and stain our sheets. Unless we buy mattress protectors, of course, in which case I suppose we should go for it. Anything to clean up our act when we're done, right?" He winked back at Julie. Right back at her indeed.
"Besides, we won't need to think about washing out the blood if we go by death through strangulation. I think it's a lot cleaner." The world probably did need to be grateful for the fact that he and Julie didn't have any common enemies. Given the right incentive, he was quite certain that they could probably execute the act-- they had the skills and the resources, but not the motives. "We can just burn the pillowcases, which will get rid of the DNA."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 14, 2013 18:37:37 GMT -8
See, this is exactly why she discussed this sort of thing with Colin: not only did he not think she was totally out of her mind, he actually contributed to the conversation and offered insight into the murder that she hadn't thought of. They really did work well as a team, as much as they bickered sometimes. "Well obviously I'd be putting the chocolate on their ice cream for them, but you have a point." She nodded in agreement, quirking a grin in response. "And yeah, it'd have to be fast-acting. I'd say it'd have to work within an hour of entering the body?"
Julie frowned down at the pillow case Colin was holding in his hands, lost in contemplative thought as she mentally weighed the pros and cons of purchasing this fine piece of fabric. She didn't actually really care about the color of the pillow cases, but again, they could have a little fun while they were here, no? "The blood's going to seep through no matter what, we'd have to get mattress protectors regardless. The color of the pillow case won't stop that." The thing is, she was half serious as she talked about this. Sure, there was a slight teasing undertone to her words, but the thought behind them was genuine as she discussed blood and murder with her boyfriend.
And all for the sake of giving a poor little old lady a heart attack!
"True, strangulation's good, as is burning the evidence." She shot him a sunny smile as she spoke, lacing her fingers with his and squeezing his hand. Golly, Colin could be so smart sometimes. Don't tell him she thought that though, otherwise his head would swell to an even bigger size than it already was. Of course, they had discussed all of this long ago, and had actually planned out how they would get rid of a body in the event that they ever did kill someone, all without being detected. "We'd have to dispose of the body right away of course. The smell would give us away unless we froze it. Cutting it into pieces would be the best option, then we could get rid of individual body parts instead of having to deal with the entire corpse."
At this point, Julie stole another peek over her shoulder at the old lady across the aisle from them, and had to stop herself from bursting out laughing at the horror written across her wrinkled face as she listened in on their conversation. There was no way anyone would think actual murderers would discuss their plans where people could overhear them, but then again that was the kind of thing that they could use to their advantage. Again, the two of them were the last people on the face of the planet anyone would ever accuse of murder. Ever, in the history of the world. They could make an infant look guilty in comparison to them.
Turning back to Colin, she looked up at him, a pout on her lips as she asked, in a stage whisper, "Where is the body, anyway?" If they were going to play a joke, they might as well pull out all stop and see it through to the very end. They were terrible, terrible human beings, and Julie wouldn't want it any other way.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 15, 2013 1:42:59 GMT -8
"I'm sure there are lots of poisons that will react within far less than an hour." In fact, if he recalled correctly, it would be far more difficult to find a poison that acted slowly. He'd watched enough crime scene investigation scenes on television to know that. Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder whether the creators of BBC Sherlock were subconsciously trying to create a generation of skilled analysts and murderers; Moffat was certainly sadistic enough, though he wasn't quite sure that the rest of the show's writers were as brutal as the guy. Either way, whatever he knew about murder he had learned from watching television and some research on the Internet-- you would be surprised what you couldn't find out from a quick Google search.
Colin leaned over, giving Julie a quick peck on the cheek. There was nothing like being affectionate in the name of serial killings, was there? This was honestly a conversation that they'd had in detail before, so running over their plan for the perfect crime really wasn't difficult. It was all stored in the back of his memory for if and when they'd need to use it. "Of course we have to dissolve the individual parts in extremely strong acid so that no trace of the body is left. Or we could put it through a really hot furnace, though it would be difficult to find a way to do this." Most cremations left behind some bone residue for the departed's family to keep as a souvenir. He would know; he'd thought about being cremated himself some day, just not so soon. Certainly not so soon.
Colin knew too well that she was laughing at the poor old lady behind them-- it would have been far too suspicious for him to turn around and drink in her expression, so he was going to have to take Julie's word for it and use his imagination. That was sufficient to cause him to let out a little snort of amusement, and he pulled himself in closer towards her, toying with the fingers of her hand. For someone who got queasy in the middle of big crowds, he certainly had no qualms thinking about the more morbid facets of human nature. As Julie whispered dramatically towards him, Colin shook his head, clicking his tongue.
"They might hear us, silly. Don't worry, I've disposed of it-- they'll find them in the meatballs in the restaurant."
At that point, he heard a little shriek. The blonde whirled around, only to see the poor woman staring at them, completely slack-jawed and tongue-tied. He felt a lurch of guilt in his chest momentarily, but before he could say anything, to reassure her that it had been nothing more than an extremely detailed joke, the lady started storming away at speeds he had never seen a seventy-year-old achieve, right out the door and out of their sight. Now the smirk on his face grew to a grin, and then to a laugh: and before he knew it, Colin found himself collapsing onto the model bed, holding his sides, practically shaking with laughter at what he'd just seen.
"Oh my god, I thought we were going to give her a heart attack or something," he exclaimed between peals of laughter. "For a second there I actually felt awful but I think... It looks like she's at least somewhat physically fit?"
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 15, 2013 6:16:44 GMT -8
The best murders take careful planning, everyone knows that. Of course they had several different ways to kill someone all planned out, and in detail too! This was one of their favorite things to talk about, after all, especially after watching a crime show on TV and discussin what the murderer had done wrong. Learn from other's mistakes and all that. Not to mention all the stories you could find on the Internet- if anyone ever looked through their search history, the two of them would probably be arrested on the spot. They had perfectly valid excuses for that as well- they had an excuse for just about everything they could think of, in the improbable event that they were ever questioned by the police.
Butterflies exploded in her stomach as he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek; they were definitely the cutest potential serial killer couple ever, nothing could convince her otherwise. "Of course of course, acid's the only way to go." She agreed with him, her voice light as she grinned up at him. "Burning it's out of the question, unless we can manage to do it without getting caught." Cremating the body could get messy if they weren't careful; though, normally acid strong enough to completely destroy and break down a human body would be hard to come by. Thankfully for them, UCLA had extremely strong acid locked away somewhere in the science department.
They had everything figured out!
"You're a genius!" She shouted, just as the woman behind them cried out in shock. She turned to face the woman with Colin, changing her expression to one of shock, as if she hadn't noticed the old lady behind them this whole time. The woman stared at the two of them with wide eyes, before turning on her heel and making a beeline for the exit, practically running away from them like her life depended on it. Which it probably did, to be honest, but she didn't need to know that. Not really. Julie gave the woman's retreating back a jaunty wave before turning her attention on Colin, who was laughing so hard he had collapsed on the model bed. She grinned herself before plopping down next to him, a slight snicker escaping her lips.
At least he wasn't as nervous now, given that he was going to now make himself sick with how hard he was laughing. She was glad for that much at least; this was supposed to be a silly adventure, not a source of anxiety for him. "She's gotta be the first to go, she knows our secrets now." She said in a complete deadpan, her expression her neutral save for the slight curl at the edge of her lips. "She's old, we can make it look like an accident." She was kidding, obviously, because Julie would never kill an innocent old lady! No, in order to be driven to murder the other person would have had to have done something truly heinous. Like eat all her ice cream. That would do it. She paused for a moment, before giggling to herself, remarking, "We're kind of horrible, huh."
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Post by COLIN COX on May 16, 2013 0:38:43 GMT -8
"You've got friends in high places. What can I say." He was pretty certain that if push came to shove, her best friend would be willing to help Colin and Julie destroy a body. Cal might not exactly be completely comfortable the idea, but if they had the right impetus and the right reasons for having a body to hide, he was certain that Julie and Cal's friendship ran at least that deep. It was the kind of thing that he'd do for a best friend, no questions asked.
Murder wasn't something to be taken lightly, of course. If he were to actually commit it, he was certain that he'd have his reasons. But it was undeniable that some people simply deserved to die, and if he ever did feel the need to help to facilitate that, he was quite glad that he at least had a way of making sure his tracks were covered. Yes, he'd probably given this far too much thought for it to be healthy, but then again, at least he had a partner in crime.
Though hearing all his so-called plans certainly wasn't sufficient reason to kill-- the old lady was safe, whether she thought that she was or not. He grabbed hold of Julie by the waist, pulling her down on the bed with him, completely losing his sense of dignity for the moment as he continued to laugh. That had definitely helped to reduce the tension. He felt himself heaving a sigh of relief as he stretched out... Before his hand knocked against a sign that read 'no lying or sitting, please'. Right. Colin quickly sat up and stepped off the bed, glancing around to make sure that he hadn't been caught by any store employees.
"We know what she looks like, it won't be that hard to track her down." The scary thing was that it was true. There were only a few conceivable routes out and if the two of them continued to follow her, splitting up in the process, they were quite certain to locate the poor old lady quickly. Covering up a kill in a public place would probably be difficult, but he was quite sure that they'd be able to bat their lashes and manage it. Much as he hated the fact that he was so small and pretty, it did have its advantages from time to time-- it helped when you needed to get away with something. He chuckled one last time, before shaking his head.
"You can't say that we aren't creative, at least." Maybe one day he'd quit the world of academia and help write crime scene dramas, but he knew that was about as likely as Julie swearing off ice cream for the rest of her life. He started towards the section with pillowcases once again, taking down the blue and the taupe and waving them in front of Julie. "Which ones? Though after what you just said, I'm starting to be more inclined to pick up the blue ones. You never know when you'll need to hide something."
Colin even managed to wink. She really had rubbed off on him more than he would care to admit out loud.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 16, 2013 20:51:37 GMT -8
Colin was being so cute right now she could hardly stand it. He didn't like being called cute or adorable, but it was true, no matter how much he might deny it. Julie was going to wear him down and get him to admit he really was cute one of these days, just you wait and see. She wanted to kiss his smile and taste his laugh, but settled for letting out a burst of laughter herself as he pulled her down next to him on the bed. Laughter really was infectious, and it was hard to resist joining in when he was acting so carefree, like he had completely forgotten they weren't at home and anyone could see or hear them.
At least they weren't renacting the Ikea scene from 500 Days of Summer, right? Now that probably would have been a surefire way to kill Julie; she wasn't crazy about that movie in the slightest. Maybe because the subject material struck a little too close to home for her? Sure, the two of them were acting pretty silly, but they weren't running through the store acting like a couple of immature brats either. "Honey, I don't know how to tell you this, but there's a Chinese family in our bathroom!" UGH, shoot her in the face, dear god.
She followed after him as he hastily got off the bed, an amused grin on her face as she replied, "You go one way, I'll go the other, and we'll cut her off before she can reach the exit." The thing is they could probably do it- and then get away with it. They were two smart kids who watched a little too much crime TV and had dubious Internet search histories; cameras and security might be a problem, sure, but like Julie had said, the woman was old, they could easily make it look like an accident and walk away innocent.
But killing someone for no good reason was just cruel. That lady was perfectly nice, and had a bunch of grandkids, and most definitely didn't deserve to be done in by the likes of Colin and Julie. No, they had long since decided that if they ever did become serial killers, it would be because the other person deserved to die. Vigilante justice was just the kind of thing Julie loved, and she could definitely see the appeal for it: taking the law into your own hands, striking first where the law was too slow or turned a blind eye to the crime committed.
Again, this was all hypothetical fun though! Julie had zero interest in actually murdering someone, but boy, was it fun to talk about. Especially with someone who could be just as sadistic and vindictive as she. She nodded solemnly at his statement, her lips twisted into an almost evil smirk. "Oh, creative for sure. Only our combined intellect could produce the kind of murders we've come up with." Her voice was so honeyed and sweet, you could almost forget just what she was talking about for a moment. It was time to get back to more important matters though, like picking out pillow cases and furniture for their hole in the wall apartment. She frowned at the two cases he was holding up to her, pouting as she mulled this over.
"Didn't you mention once that blue actually keeps you awake though? You said that was why Tumblr had a blue background." She just barley recalled this conversation from months and months ago, though she could be mistaken and blue had nothing to do with it at all. She did remember finding it funny though, since her room back in New York had been painted blue, and she had thought that there might have been some connection there. She continued to say, almost teasingly now, "Our sleep schedules are so messed up as is, we really don't need any help from our pillow cases."
Who would have thought picking out colors could be so tedious? She really didn't care all that much, but at the same time- between her and herself, this was the first time she had ever felt like she was decorating some place that actually felt like home to her. Normally, Julie would have said 'screw it' and picked the blue pillow cases without another thought, because it didn't matter to her in the end. But she was living with Colin now, and she wasn't going to be moving out and moving on anytime soon- not when it came to him. So in a way, she did kind of want to do this right; to put some thought into what they were buying for their home. See? Even the thought of it made her smile to herself, and almost absentmindedly she moved closer into Colin, leaving no space between them as she asked, "Want to just flip a coin?"
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Post by COLIN COX on May 19, 2013 3:46:50 GMT -8
He smirked, setting the pillowcases down and raising a brow. There weren't many things that he was confident about, but one was that if he and Julie really had to talk their ways out of something, he was pretty certain that they would have a pretty convincing case. He'd learned the art of covering his footsteps to a T, and perhaps it was manipulative of him to do so, but he was good at skirting blame. As a child he'd felt almost entitled to it, to allowing other people to cover up what he had done, because he'd thought that he was different, that there was something about him that wasn't quite right.
Age had taught him that he'd simply been immature and self-righteous. Though if push came to shove, he could definitely spread the blame to somebody else. Whether he would actually feel guilty doing so... At this stage, he was pretty certain that it would weigh heavily on his conscience. He wasn't going to let someone else take death or brutal punishment for him, for one. If anything, he was the one that was more likely to go in charging for someone that he loved, blind to all logic and common sense. Much as he tried to be rational and calm, deep down he just wasn't, and he was just glad that Julie was prepared to handle his erratic mood swings and torrential states of emotion. Some days, he didn't know where he'd be without her, and some others, he was pretty certain of these facts.
He wouldn't have been in Ikea, for one. If he had had his way, he'd have ordered all his pillowcases online, as well as the rest of his furniture. She got him out of the house more often than not, and he wasn't just glad to indulge her, but also to facilitate her. It was the least he could do, right, just to see her smile? Relationships were about giving and taking and he was just glad he'd found someone that would make him want to do more of the former-- as a child he knew he could be quite self-absorbed but she had worked her magic on that. "Blue doesn't keep you awake, but blue light keeps you awake. It's the glare from computer screens and gadgets that keep you up at night. I think." The blonde shrugged. "It's not like either of us are going to start going to bed early any time soon, anyway. Or we can just ditch the taupe and blue and choose something you're less ambivalent about."
Colin looked towards the right, where there were rows and rows of brightly coloured pillowcases and duvet covers, which he wouldn't have been caught dead using years ago. Then again, as he had stated earlier, relationships were about compromise. If she was going to indulge his millions of books he would at least bear with brightly coloured sheets.
"Pick whatever you want before we end up spending the rest of eternity in this section. I wouldn't like to get caught in the middle of the crowd."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 19, 2013 16:10:05 GMT -8
"Ah, really?" She frowned slightly at that, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she stared down at the case. "That explains a lot." Mostly about his sleeping habits, anyway; namely, staying up all hours of the night on Tumblr. She was guilty of that as well though- she was typically up all night as well, either doing actual work or messing around on the Internet. She preferred playing video games to blogging, and probably always would; they offered her a challenge and something to do, to focus on and put her energy into in order to reach the next level. Of course, she also fell asleep watching one of her guilty pleasure shows, so she couldn't exactly act all high and mighty about how she spent her time on the Internet compared to Colin. As long as he was happy, she didn't really care, but from what she understood it caused him more pain than joy? And there was something about Destiel? She was never going to get it, no matter how many times he sat her down and tried to explain what 'shipping' was.
Julie glanced up at him and grinned, before knocking her hip into his. "Oh please, don't whine. Don't you know, we have to pick out just the right shade of blue to match the color of the curtains, and then we have to make sure that blue matches the rug, and it can't clash with the couch or all hell will break loose." With that, she casually tossed the blue pillow cases into the bag on her arm. "Okay let's go before I really do murder someone." She said it lightly, but she really was getting a little sick of deliberating over pillow cases, of all things. She didn't particularly want to spend the whole afternoon in the store, and she was getting hungry, and it was getting close to lunchtime, and she wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible so they could go eat.
Absentmindedly, she grabbed his hand and led the way out of that section and into the next, walking across the tile without really knowing where she was going. They still really needed to pick out a fridge, because for one thing she needed something to store her ice cream in, and for another they really did need something to hide a body in. Just kidding! She frowned as she walked though; they were still in the living section, as indicated by all the bookshelves they were now passing. This place was overwhelming; where was the kitchen section?! Where was the staff, for that matter? The place was deserted, and she was lost. C- in customer service. "Don't even think about it, we already picked out what we were getting." She warned him, leveling a warning look at him as she gently tugged on his hand. He was already getting an entire room devoted to his books, there was no way in hell she was letting them spill out into the rest of the apartment. Although knowing her boyfriend, that's exactly what was going to end up happening. She was going to die drowning under an avalanche of books, she just knew it. What a way to go.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 20, 2013 8:45:16 GMT -8
"It's not the blue light that keeps me awake. It's the endless array of shipper feelings that have me screaming late at night." He had followed Supernatural for years and had been incredibly excited at the start of Season Four, when Castiel had descended from the heavens to raise Dean from the dead. Twenty seconds into their first interaction and he was starting to feel as though as he could ship it, and ten minutes in he knew he had found his newest OTP. Move over Hermione/Ron, there was something indescribably tantric about the way an angel and a human would partake in a forbidden romance, and the thought of being together was enough to have him glued to his computer screen writing meta for hours on end. There was sexual tension oozing out the screen with every interaction between Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins; production was just too homophobic to take it anywhere beyond queer baiting.
He wasn't about to get started on that, though. He'd complained about some of the more problematic aspects of fandom and production to Julie several times, which she had surprisingly been more keen to talk about than shipping. But even though she was receptive, and he felt strongly about this, he didn't exactly enjoy talking about these matters-- not now at least, especially when he was in public. No, he'd save the ranting for four in the morning, when their heads were finally resting on their new, blue pillows and their legs tangled up in each others for warmth as they slept. Some words could only be spoken when simultaneously alert and tired, in the hours in the morning that hovered in the balance between early and late. The later at night it got the more likely his walls were to crumble, and he loved the conversations they had in a state of half-delirium, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. So even if blue would actually keep them awake at night... Part of him selfishly didn't think it should matter.
Colin smiled, allowing her to take his hand, and she led him into another room of wooden bookcases and study tables and chairs. Slender fingers ran across a particular mahogany one that would have looked fantastic with some old books with yellow pages on its shelves, before he felt a tug on his other hand and a voice warning him to not even think about it. The blonde sighed. Fine, fine, she was right.
"When I get rich and have a house of my own, I'm going to have my bedroom full of these." He smiled at the thought.
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Post by F A T E on May 20, 2013 17:37:04 GMT -8
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Fate was bored. No two ways around it - the entity had nothing to do and therefore the feeling of being bored overcame it. Suppose something interesting happened. But nothing interested ever happened. It was mostly on high alert for its enemy, but destiny had no yet stirred. And it was getting reckless. Maybe scaring some humans with the supernatural would be fun and provide a temporary fix to this situation. So it started to look around the area it was currently residing in. It was a hive mind for awakenings and claimings and identifications. It could very possibly be its own fault for that, but at least since it was concentrating in one location people were easier to keep track of.
So what if it just chose some people to attack on this fine day? Fate wasn't quite aiming to kill, but if that then oh well. Not like that it wasn't fun to kill people. But who would be the perfect victims? And old woman ran out, screaming. Now, what could possibly be the cause of this? It came from some big blue store, and upon entering the building Fate was met with a huge maze-like structure. Well, it was sure going to take something. Ah, and a couple! That was perfect. They won't mind if the entity intervened... just a tiny bit, right? And thus Fate called on it's first monster of the day.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 21, 2013 2:32:08 GMT -8
She let out a slight laugh at his exclamation, knowing all too well that he was dead serious about it too. If he could he'd have an entire library built into the house, something like from Beauty and the Beast. "I won't let you." She retorted without thinking, her lips screwed up in a half smirk. It took her a second, but when it finally sank in just what she had said she faltered a step, her face flushing in embarrassment. Did she just really imply that they were still going to be together by then? And that they were going to be married and living in a house and--- she cleared her throat and kept walking, squeezing his hand as she led the way.
(To be fair, she definitely wouldn't mind- not at all. But of course, that was something to consider for later. Much, much later! They were still college students, after all, they couldn't just run off and get married---)
Julie stopped in the middle of the next room, which was yet another model bedroom. This was getting ridiculous. They had been shopping for a while now, there wasn't a staff member or map in sight to point them in the right direction, and she was so hungry she could eat cardboard right now and think it was a 5 star meal. She turned to face him, no longer blushing but a pout on her face as she began to say, a little too quickly, "Okay, I don't know about you but I'm starving, want to stop for lun-"
Wait a minute. She stopped mid-sentence, frowning at something over Colin's shoulder. She stared, long and hard, before glancing back at him. "Do me a favor and look behind you." She turned her attention back on the creature she had noticed, with it's cute little fuzzy ears and lovely winter coat and it's bulking frame as it sifted through a desk drawer in the room they had just left. "You see the monkey too, right?" She asked in a stage whisper, her eyes never leaving the monkey as she took her phone out of her pocket to snap a picture. What? It wasn't every day you went to Ikea and found a giant monkey in a coat roaming through the store.
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Post by COLIN COX on May 21, 2013 15:47:22 GMT -8
The blonde chuckled as his girlfriend mentioned that she wouldn't let him fill his rooms with bookshelves. She could try, but he knew it was going to happen. Maybe he could compromise with her though. One wall, two walls, three. Yeah, maybe not all the walls, just most of them. "You can't stop me," Colin teased, squeezing her hand lightly with the remark. "We can leave a small space for your make-up table, but otherwise we're going to be surrounded by books. Our mattress can lie on a sea of literature. And--' That was when Julie froze in her tracks, and Colin stopped as well. He turned towards her, about to ask what was wrong, when it suddenly hit him--
What were they even talking about. His face flushed a bright shade of pink as he realised the implications of his words: that they were going to still be together, that they were going to live together, that they were thinking about building a life with each other in the long term. This was almost as embarrassing as his research into whether his marrying Julie was considered same-sex marriage. It wasn't like all of this was going to happen anywhere in the near future, anyway, so why should he have bothered? Why. The fact that she was blushing too didn't make matters any better, and Colin followed after Julie, still flushed with the thought.
Honestly, if he wanted to dig deep within himself, he wouldn't have minded, not at all. In fact, he couldn't see things going any other way, which was probably foolish of him. The intensity of his feelings ran deeper than anyone would probably ever know, save for Julie herself-- and he kind of liked it that way. She was the only person who could see the romantic side of him, and that was how Colin liked it. They could fight and bicker all they wanted in public, but he knew that he had captured her heart, just as she had his. They soon found themselves in another model bedroom, and Julie was starting to complain about how she wanted food. "Ju, we just had breakfast a couple of hours ago," Colin began. "Let's get this done and over with, and we'll be--"
He was interrupted when Julie told him to turn around, and he noticed a monkey in a rather stylish winter coat. Colin paused, eyes widening at the sight. It was massive, to start, and sifting through a desk drawer as though it was just looking for some important documents, if you were supposed to fling drawers full of important documents all over the floor, that was. Just as Julie pulled out her phone to take a picture, Colin did the same. "I hope you aren't posting this on Instagram," he muttered as he pressed the 'capture' button.
This was so going on his blog.
For a few more seconds he just continued to watch as the monkey continued at its business. It was quite fascinating, in the oddest of ways; Colin had never seen a monkey that large. It was like being shrunk to the size of an ant while you were at the zoo. But interesting as this development was, he had a feeling it wasn't all that safe to stick around-- he considered making a run for it and just speeding off, but decided against it. The last thing he wanted to do was to alert the monkey to their presence. That would have been bad. He tugged at Julie's hand, pulling her in his direction.
"We should go," he said, starting to walk away as quickly as he could. "Let's go tell a member of staff." Where was everyone that day, though? It certainly seemed as though nobody was around, anywhere. Just his luck. He started towards the direction he had come from, hoping that the monkey wouldn't do anything too crazy. It was, after all, a giant monkey in the middle of a store, and it could have had diseases.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on May 30, 2013 8:31:07 GMT -8
And like most young adults in this day and age, rather than stare and point or tell a staff member or walk away as quickly as possible, like, y'know, most people would do, Colin and Julie did the first thing they could think of: whipping out their phones to snap a picture of the monkey before they did anything else. "I am~" She replied back cheerfully, navigating through the app as she posted the picture up. Like Colin was one to talk, he was taking a picture too.
She glanced up at him again as he grabbed her hand, tugging her hand urgently. She turned her gaze back on the monkey again, pursing her lips. Julie wasn't particularly worried about the over-sized ape. It didn't look like it was particularly smart; how could it be, when it was stuck in Ikea in a stylish coat and going through desk drawers? Obviously, it wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. "It's not hurting anyone, don't be such a fuddy duddy." Still, she humored Colin, following behind him as he led them away from the monkey.
He may have a point though; hadn't there been something in the news last year about a monkey ripping some lady's face off? And with a monkey that size... well, she was pretty sure she could handle a dumb monkey just fine, no matter how big it was or how stylish it's coat was-
"Ow!"
Her head jerked back as something pulled her hair hard. She whirled around, only to find the monkey had lumbered after them while their backs were turned and yanked some strands of hair out. She reached a hand to her hair and glared at the animal. "Is this monkey for real?" She nearly spat, half-wondering if this was it's revenge for her thinking it was stupid. It wasn't fair to take it out on the monkey though- it was just an animal, it didn't know any better. Still, that had hurt. Dumb shit monkey.
"Never mind, I hate this thing."
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Post by COLIN COX on May 30, 2013 9:40:46 GMT -8
Even though he was walking away as quickly as he could, Colin did manage to post the picture of the giant monkey on his blog. If this didn't get at least a thousand notes, he would be highly surprised. While his supposed fame on Tumblr would forever remain a mystery to him, he had to admit that the weird anons that messaged him daily asking him about his private life was a perk of the job. Occasionally, he would read out some of the stranger messages that he got to from them to Julie just for kicks. But now he was done posting, it was time to get going, and fast. It was probably best to just walk away, not look it in the eye, and rush off as quickly as they could. He felt Julie pause in her tracks for a minute, and turned around, only to notice that the monkey was grasping strands of blonde hair in its hand.
Well, he supposed that it was quite typical for monkey behaviour, wasn't it? Though he couldn't help but snicker under his breath; he knew just how vain his girlfriend was about her hair, and the fact that the monkey had now tugged some of it out she was going to be livid. "Told you we should just go as quickly as we can," he said to Julie, tugging her hand. "Come on," he said in a hushed voice. "Let's hurry up." Without another word, Colin started sprinting as quickly as he could away, still holding Julie's hand to make sure that she came with him. He didn't exactly want to be in the midst of a mess like this, not at all-- it was best that they got out as quickly as they could.
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Post by F A T E on Jun 7, 2013 13:16:51 GMT -8
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It's job was done - it was amusing, for the most part, to see a couple of people terrorized by something. Well, they were attacked, and Fate made a mental note to itself to keep an eye on the two before retreating. The monkey ran after them, grabbing for both phones and breaking them, then went off.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 7, 2013 13:56:34 GMT -8
She shot Colin a glare as he snickered at her. First the monkey pulled her hair, now her boyfriend was laughing at her. Wasn't that just fine and dandy? And on top of all that, she was still hungry. "Don't laugh, jackass." She muttered back at him, still rubbing the back of her head. A hungry and pissed Julie was not a happy Julie.
Colin tugged her hand and led the way, starting to run away from the monkey as quickly as possible. To be perfectly honest, she probably could have outran him, but she followed along anyway. Might as well humor him, right? Besides, she was still mad as hell about the monkey pulling her hair and Colin laughing at her. And to think, today started out so well too. They should just go back to discussing murder.
Suddenly, Julie felt a leathery hand snatch her phone away from her. "Hey-" Whirling around, she managed to catch sight of the gigantic ape smashing her and Colin's phone apart, before disappearing back into the store again as quickly as it had appeared. She stared down at the fragments of what had once been her phone, slack-jawed and still trying to process just what the hell had happened. One thing was very clear:
"I hate that monkey."
Oh well, they both had protection plans; they could get replacements that day once they were done here. Still, that had to have been one of the most bizarre things to ever happen to her since she moved to LA. Turning to Colin, she smirked slightly as she said, "You can't possibly deny that we shouldn't get lunch now." Taking his hand in her's, she led the way this time, as she continued, "And I'm paying~"
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Post by COLIN COX on Jun 7, 2013 15:06:27 GMT -8
"It was funny." If a monkey had run up to Colin and torn up a couple of his books, you would bet that Julie would be laughing her ass off as well. This was simply karma for what would have happened if the situations were reversed. He was about to say something else however when he felt something swipe against his pocket. Instinctively, he whirled around, only to notice the rather unfriendly-looking monkey paw at his pocket. "What the--" he began, only to see it grab hos phone, promptly breaking it in half. Colin blinked.
"You have to be kidding me."
Had that... What in the world? "That was my phone, you little--" Before he could think of something apt, however, the monkey had bounded away at top speed, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Colin could only shake his head in disbelief at what had happened, turning to Julie with the most horrified look anybody could ever muster.
"How are we going to GPS our way back home?"
It was just then that Julie suggested lunch. And for once, Colin was too shocked to do anything but just agree with her, even as she stated that she way paying. He nodded in response. "Y- yes. Lunch sounds good." His phone though. His phone, with all his books in it. All his books! They could go and get them replaced, yes, but this was probably one of the strangest things that had ever happened. And chances were now that they were going to get lost on the way home, for certain. Maybe they could pick a map up on the way out... Either way, Colin picked up the remnants of their cell phones, hoping that it might help their cause if they had to plead at the Apple Store.
"I told you today was a bad idea."
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