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please remember how awesome sylph is This wasn’t her favorite pastime, but it was definitely necessary. Sometimes, you just had to get desperate. Ronni was perfectly aware that it was against the law, and that she could get in a lot of trouble… but that wouldn’t be so bad. She was already a nobody. She was barely sixteen so what would they do? Slap her jail for a few days? At least she would probably be fed and have a bed to sleep in. But in order for that to happen, she’d have to be caught. And she wouldn’t be caught. Downtown had all the best stores. She only took what she needed, never anything else. What would she do with a bunch of luxuries? Her and her dad barely had enough necessities to get by! No, the things she took was only to help take a little stress off her dad, at least until she could get a job—if she could. She could barely get through school without getting in trouble. No, it seemed her and her dad were destined to be a bunch of homeless nobodies for the rest of their lives. Oh well. Whatever. Like she cared—this was practically the only life she knew. She had a few memoires of living in a nice house with her mom and dad. Those were precious memories, but she tried not to think about it because it just made her more angry, and that wasn’t very productive. Especially because it made her angry at her dad. It was mostly his fault, wasn’t it? Sure he was trying, but sometimes she didn’t think he was trying very hard. Ronni picked out a small store—one that probably wouldn’t have any security, or at least any good security—and tried her best to be nonchalant. She was much better at it now that she had been doing it for a few years, and she almost didn’t get nervous at all anymore. The bell chime above the door rang when she walked in and she mentally sighed. Now they definitely knew she was in here. She flashed a practiced smile at the employee who greeted her and politely told him she wanted to look around for a bit, that she hadn’t ever been in there before. Ronni was particularly glad yesterday had been laundry day and that she’d managed to get her hair clean at school—she at least looked like a normal teenager. The employee told her not to be afraid to have any questions, and she thanked them. After a quick look around, she was glad to find a bunch of other people wandering around. That made it easier. First she had to see if she could find what she needed. In particular she was keeping an eye out for shampoo and body wash—which was why she had slipped into a small convenient store. They would have everything, right? Sure enough, she found it near the back of the store. Toothpaste. toothbrushes, soap—but how much did she dare take? Not much—she only had her school bag and if she stood there just shoving stuff into her bag then she would definitely be caught. No—she had to be smooth about this. She ran her fingers across some labels, then shifted just enough to bump the shelves and—yes! A couple bottles of shampoo fell from the shelf she had bumped. Swearing under her breath, Ronni knelt down to pick them up. She tossed a couple in her bag while moving others to the shelves, then stood up. Now a bottle of body-wash—but she couldn’t do the same ploy twice. Maybe just go to a different store. . . one of those fancy candle and body soap stores. Grab a candle to make that van smell better. Puh. She headed toward the front to leave, but an employee called out to her. Crap. Without thinking, Ronni bolted. Though no track and field star, she was pretty fast. Though she wasn’t sure if they were chasing her, she kept running through the back lots, climbing expertly over chain link fences until she couldn’t run anymore and collapsed. After she had caught her breath, she pulled up her bag to check her merchandise—good. It had made it through the running. Ronni stayed in her hiding place for ten minutes, then finally stood up and started walking home. She made it to the main street and felt she was home free. She would just get some soap later. words: 754 tagging: open timestamp: May 16th, 5:00pm notes: do not exceed one line
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Aug 27, 2013 17:30:22 GMT -8
warning: shit post ahead.Even hot girls had their secrets, and Cal's was Johnson's and Johnson's baby shampoo and body soap. Not that he was a girl, at least the last time he had checked, but it kept his hair silky smooth and his skin baby soft. It was probably something that would make people raise an eyebrow if they found out, but then again, it would just add to the list of questionable things about Cal. He did enough stupid shit as it was, this was just another. Honestly, those who knew him well shouldn't even have batted an eyelid. That was Cal for you.
Absolutely amazing.
Hey, haters could hate. He had better things to do. For instance, he'd managed to run out of body soap, and that absolutely wouldn't do. As a result, he'd made a beeline to the nearest CVS after having lunch with a couple of friends downtown. After all, he wasn't ridiculously vain, but he definitely did take a daily shower. And if it could leave him smelling classy and fabulous, why the hell not? Twenty minutes later, he'd emerged from the store with two bags in his hands. He'd bought two bottles each of the shampoo and soap, just in case he ran out and was too lazy to go get some more.
Shopping was effort, he could tell you that. And so Cal went on his merry way, walking down the street where his car was parked so that he could hop in and drive away, ready to take a nice, long shower.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 23:57:41 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Ronni breathed hard through her mouth and peered around the corner. Just a couple people going about their business, business as usual. No one acting suspect—except herself of course. Since she didn’t count, Ronni marked off the coast as clear and dodged out of her hiding place, trying to meld seamlessly into the ambling masses of shoppers and joggers and suits. It was hard—her clothes were tattered around the edges and not clean, but hopefully people just took her as a dirty tomboy.
In her habit of glancing around for danger, Ronni spotted a piece of paper in the street. At first she thought that it was just another piece of paper, but the tint—it’s shape—she stopped and looked again, narrowing her eyes as if that was going to give her telescopic vision. With a step or two to the curb, she realized her suspicions were correct.
A five dollar bill.
It had probably fallen out of someone’s pocket and been forgotten. It was just a fiver, but every little bit they could get helped. It could go towards a meal, some gas—it was a little, but it would help.
Jaw set, Ronni glanced around. Nope—it was a little busy. But she had to grab it. She had to. Before someone else did. She waited for a lull in the traffic before she darted out, keeping her bag close to her hip. She tried to grab it on her way to the other side, but missed. Swearing a little louder than under her breath, she stumbled back, gripped it in her little hands, then dove across the street, getting away by the skin of her teeth.
And barrelled straight into some guy holding a bag of soap of shampoo, the horn of the car blaring all the way down the block.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 3, 2013 20:07:33 GMT -8
Now, Cal would normally argue that his life was a judgment-free zone. Considering the number of crazy, judge-worthy things that he'd found himself partaking in in his lifetime, it would have been terribly hypocritical to pretend that he had any right to judge anyone at all. He'd been the recipient of a lot of BS in his life. People not returning his calls, workmen questioning him when he had broken his mandolin during a drunken duel, Bailey not appreciating him and Julie's cooking, his brother dying in a horrific accident that tore his family apart. Oops. Well, that escalated quickly, but other than that, the rest was the usual, no big deal. Typical stuff that most people had to handle. First world problems, if he would call it, though it was arguable that Bailey not enjoying his cooking was a problem that spanned the seven seas. And he'd noticed the girl out of the corner of his eye: the redhead barreling her way across the street, grabbing hold of a piece of paper-- money? Probably, he thought. So instead of judging her or thinking too much about road safety, his first thought had been 'atta girl'. Sometimes, you had to do what you had to do. But it was then when he noticed that the lights were red. A car was speeding towards her, head first, about to crash.
"Watch out!"
The blonde yelled, eyes widening with shock. Shit, this was not good. The screeching of tyres brought his train of thought to a halt, however, as the car managed to stop just a distance away from her. Fuck, wasn't this supposed to be a red light anyway? Cal grimaced as he glanced up at the traffic light. Fucking asshole needed to learn how to drive. Granted, the girl was running in the middle of the road, but still. Red light, lull in traffic? Kapiche?However, it was then when he felt something crash into him, and he found himself tumbling with the girl towards the ground, falling butt-first as she knocked by... Dropping his precious bag of baby shampoo and soap in the process.
"Hey!" he exclaimed as he scrambled for his belongings, eyes meeting that of the girl's. She was young. Fourteen? Fifteen? He didn't know. "Watch out. You had a close shave over there. Nice move, though," he grinned. He had to respect her bravado.
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| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Her near-death experience—for five bucks—pissed her off. Of course, everything pissed her off these days. She rolled off of the guy she fell into and muttered a quick “Thanks for breaking my fall,” and then turned toward the car in question, fist raised. “Fuck you! Pedestrians have right of way you jackass! I’m trying to fucking walk here!” she shouted after it before she heaved her tiny body back to her feet. If he was hoping for an apology, he probably wasn’t going to get one.
Honestly. Some people’s fucking children.
Disgruntled and a little disheveled, Ronni straightened up her bunched clothes and then turned toward the boy she had ran into on accident—the one that had broken her fall. Her eyes were narrowed, waiting for the lecture, the anger, but was met with something else—it made her suspicious. But just a little bit. It was also refreshing to not have someone yelling at her.
She took a steadying breath. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute and though she hated it, her body was trembling. After all, she was almost hit by a car. Ronni might not be a normal little girl, but the last thing she wanted to do was die, or even get severely injured.
That was all her father needed, a gigantic hospital bill.
“Yes, well, I do it all the fucking time,” she snorted, not meeting his gaze. Jaw set, she looked around a little bit until she found where her backpack had flung and snatched it up. As she looked through it, she addressed him again. There was a twinge of sarcasm in her tone, and she glanced back at him with a hint of distaste. “As a pass time, y’know. Fucking play in traffic.”
She wasn't quite sure how to talk to people normally. She was used to being sarcastic and a little aloof, it was her default. Ronni never really had normal conversations: she always felt like she couldn't have those kinds of interactions.
It was almost as if she felt like she wasn't allowed that kind of luxury. Not when she couldn't invite friends over, not when she couldn't do normal things like hang out--you had to have money to do that and money was in short supply with her and her father. No, she had to push everyone away. It was better that way, anyway. She didn't need friends.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 10, 2013 4:52:24 GMT -8
Whoa there, this girl had a hell of a mouth on her. Cal slowly raised an eyebrow as he heard her yell at the car with a raised fist, screaming expletives at the poor dude who had almost accidentally committed roadkill. He got up onto his feet, shaking his head as she continued to yell. Welp, if this wasn't a judgment-free zone, he might even have thought 'kids these days' to himself. Cal was a little crazy and kind of a troublemaker, but this girl just brought it to the next level.
But hey, he had to admit that it was kind of funny. The blonde couldn't help but grin as their eyes met, though there was a certain look of uncertainty on her face: what, was she waiting for him to yell at her, to tell her to watch where she was going? Please, he knew what it was like to be young and stupid. Now he was just old and stupid, or arguably just stupid. She spoke again, and Cal shrugged.
"Hey, everyone's got their hobbies. You play in traffic, committing death-defying acts for a cheap thrill. And I get crashed into by random kids for the hell of it," he said in response as he knelt down to pick up his bottles of soap and shampoo that he'd dropped. "I think that we're pretty even. Ever considered a career as a stuntswoman? I mean, you get to brush with death every day, and get paid for it too!" He stuffed the two bottles in his bag, awaiting some sort of response.
If she was going to swear at him as well, she was going to have another thing coming. His eyes met hers once again, and there was a glint of something else in them. A challenge.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 12:01:08 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Ronni narrowed her eyes slightly. She was always a little suspicious when something out of the ordinary happened. Ordinary was being yelled at and chided for being reckless. Ordinary was being reprimanded for her crude language and attitude. What wasn’t ordinary was being treated nonchalantly, as if what she did or said didn’t really bother him at all. It was a strange mix of relieving but suspect.
For some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was probably mocking her. That was definitely ordinary—being mocked and made fun of. It never lasted long though—a swift kick to the shin or a punch to the nose usually ended that.
She was all set and ready to give this fool a tongue-lashing for mocking her, but when she haphazardly flung her backpack over her shoulder, one of the bottles of shampoo she’d ferreted fell out due to an imperfection in the old backpack. The pack was the same one she’d been using since she was in elementary, but she’d since painted the pink fabric black and glued on a big patch over the Hello Kitty emblem. It was about time for a new one, but she didn’t bother her dad with such little things as a backpack.
That’s what duct tape was for, anyway.
Quickly, she leaned down to snatch up the bottle and stuffed it into her backpack, swearing under her breath. The whole motion was accompanied by the sweeping of her head for any accusing glances, but now that the near-accident had passed, everyone had continued on with their lives. The girl was alive, so there was nothing to watch. Bastards.
The only one who seemed remotely interested was this one guy, and that was only because she’d slammed into him in her attempt to escape being flattened by tires.
She turned back to him and shot him a look. What had he been saying? Something about being a stunt woman for a living? If she thought briefly about it she would have been a little intrigued—she wasn’t a thrill-seeker by any means (well, maybe a little bit and she just didn’t really know it quite yet), but the prospect of doing something other than being a pretty little wife and having kids was a pretty good one. Her lip twitched slightly into a half-smirk. “Heh. Maybe.”
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 10, 2013 12:40:30 GMT -8
Cal did usually try his best to not be a snob, but having grown up upper-middle class all his life, it was quite easy for him to tell when somebody didn't have as much in the way of money as he did. And judging by the girl's tattered backpack and the flaking black paint, he was pretty certain that she wasn't exactly wealthy, and that was backed up by her ratty clothes and the shampoo bottle rolling out of her bag. Welp. Cal bent down to pick it up, handing it over to her, giving the redhead a little smile.
"Hey, I think you missed this."
But then she started yelling at him, saying that she was mocking him. Whoa. Whoaaa. That had been totally uncalled for. The blonde raised a brow, folding his arms in defence. "Dude, calm the hell down. I'm just kidding. It wasn't a personal attack. Seriously, have you seen Hollywood? They're looking for stuntswomen all the time. It's a booming industry." Maybe in another life, he'd have done that kind of thing. He'd have gotten into great escapes and grand heists for a living. Alas he was going to be spending the rest of his life with molecules and strands of DNA, but he wasn't exactly complaining either.
Life was what you made of it-- you could choose to love it, you could choose to hate it. Whatever you would.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 16:47:11 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Relief. This kid hadn’t accused her of anything. Her shampoo was safe back in her bag and she fumbled with the broken zipper for a second or two before giving up on it. Fuck it. She would just five-finger a new one later. Getting the paint to hide the kiddiness of the thing had been easy enough, she was certain she could get away with just getting a new one. Those big corporations like Wal-Mart had all those fancy cameras, but no one would notice her.
She’d watched them. Saw people walk right out in front of cashiers before—it would be easy. She’d map it out later and grab a backpack and probably stuff it full of stuff. Useful stuff, not just stuff stuff. She stole to survive, not to get her a bunch of material stuff she didn’t need.
Well. Sometimes she grabbed some luxuries if something caught her eye.
Ronni gave this guy a cool look over, studying him. He looked genuinely offended that she had accused him of that, so she took it at face value. It was such an off-hand comment though that she was still a bit suspicious. But she dropped it for the most part. “Pretty sure I’d be a shitty choice,” she grunted. To emphasize, she lifted a hand and ran her fingers through her hair. “Not a lot of prissy-ass action actresses with bright red hair and my tiny body.”
There was a hint of bitterness in her voice. She didn’t particularly enjoy being short and scrawny, but when you were limited the amount of food you could get, well she’d just have to deal with being short forever probably, but scrawny—she could fix that in a few years once her dad got a job and she was old enough to get a job. | |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 4:36:40 GMT -8
Cal noted the broken zipper and the struggle to pull the bag shut, but he said no more. Last thing she probably wanted was sympathy or charity of any kind. He'd already been able to figure out that she was definitely not middle-class, but she'd get her own stuff in her own time. He wasn't sure how he felt about the idea of most charity, to be honest: while he did like the idea of giving people the means to help themselves, a lot of charity just felt paternalistic and overbearing to him.
He didn't like it when people had offered him sympathy either, or being known as the kid with a dead brother. So he'd keep a distance and see what she said and did. Cal was the kind of person who'd give help when needed, or when asked, but otherwise, most people could damn well take care of themselves. Or well, he said that, but he did tend to go kind of crazy when a friend had been wronged. Welp.
"There's always hair dye. And whoa, haven't you seen Chloe Moretz in Kick-Ass? She got to dye her hair purple and she isn't very big either. I say you're fine in terms of people to be a stunt double for." They'd been engaged in conversation for a while at this point, hadn't they? Cal stuck out a hand for the girl to shake, shooting her a lopsided grin.
"The name's Cal, by the way. I'd better get yours before you become rich and famous. So, what were you doing running across that road? Something important?" He figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. He'd seemed to be pretty good at deflecting her snappy remarks thus far, so why not delve in a little deeper?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 10:02:14 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Ronni gave this kid a blank stare. Who was he talking about? What kind of a movie was called Kick-Ass? Probably her kind of movie, but she probably wouldn’t get to see it. Well—maybe one day when her dad was gone she’d requisition his laptop and watch the movie. At least she’d be able to remember the name. “I don’t really watch movies. Got better things to fucking do, you know?” she muttered.
He extended his hand in greeting but Ronni just glared at it for a second before ignoring it. However, she was taught the most basic of manners—though she really only practiced them around her father. Everyone else could go fuck themselves—so she would at least offer him her name as well. Who knew what kind of name he’d think up for her if she didn’t.
“Ronni,” she said slowly, as if that would help him get it right. She said it matter-of-factly, as if telling him that that was the only thing he could call her.
She had to look away from him when he asked what she had been doing. What was she going to tell him? Definitely not that she had seen five bucks laying in the street and that she and her dad really needed the money. She wasn’t sure if she was going to keep it for herself for some food or if she was going to hand it over to him so he could use it for gas or for his own lunch. In all technicality he probably would let her keep it anyway, but she didn’t feel right hiding it from her own dad.
Her quick wit gave her the answer within milliseconds. “I just really wanted to cross the fucking road.” She sounded full of sarcasm and quickly tried to change the subject and looked over his bag with a sneer. There’s a better subject. She’d only caught a glance at what was inside when they’d spilled, but whatever. “What’d you buy? A bunch of prissy body soap?”
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 15:41:51 GMT -8
She didn't watch movies? Curiouser and curiouser. Most kids he knew were all into the latest action flick or superhero film. "Well, you should check out Kick-Ass anyway. It's about an ordinary guy who tries to be a superhero, who then meets a kid who's actually been trained in that stuff. You should give it a shot, it looks like the kind of thing you might enjoy. A sequel's coming out next year." He was about to say some more, but then Ronni spoke again, and Cal really did have to raise an eyebrow at that.
Chalk his efforts to play it chill up to 100% what-the-fuck and 99% never mind. He knew he was probably tempting trouble by continuing to engage in conversation with this chick, but hey, he'd never been very good at listening to common sense anyway. Cal was smart enough to not ask any more about what she'd picked up in the middle of the road like that, though he had to admit it was curious. Maybe she'd lost something precious to her? You never knew with people-- they were strange and wonderful creatures, and all kinds of crazy and fucked up. He himself was no exception to the norm, of course. So Cal shrugged, showing her the contents of the bag.
"Watch what you call my body soap man. Nobody disses Johnson's Kids' Shampoo and gets away with it. Best shampoo ever, keeps my skin and hair soft and baby smooth." Now he kind of wished that he'd taken the shampoo out of its bag and did a little flourish, just like they did in the advertisements. Man, he should really have been a salesperson. He was definitely fabulous enough, that he knew for sure.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 16:55:28 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- Her eyes narrowed a little bit and she stared at the bag. She wondered briefly how easy it would be to just take it and run. He didn’t seem have a tight grip on it, he probably wouldn’t be expecting it to be snatched right out of his hands. He was taller than her and looked a little leaner, but she could be quick when she wanted to be. She’d never stolen straight out of someone’s hands, though. It was always covert, from the shadows or from the inside of a store where she was hidden by everyone.
Ronni’s fingers twitched. Maybe it was worth a shot. Maybe he’d be so stunned that she would do such a thing that he wouldn’t chase after her. There were a lot maybes. . . . Hm. . . . Well if he chased her and caught her she could just play it off as a prank and try to laugh it off.
Or she could kick him, take it, and run away.
But this kid hadn’t done anything to her. No one else had, either. She didn’t really like his hair, or that smug look on his face. Well, it would be an experience if nothing else.
“You don’t say,” she muttered sarcastically. Well, it was now or nothing. Grab it and run. Her backpack was light, she could probably pull it off. But with all of these people around, surely someone would also chase after her and try to take her down and get the kid’s stuff back. And he knew her name now! No, no it wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth it at all. Maybe if he was carrying a bag full of money. But soap and shampoo and whatever else he had in there? Not worth it.
She let her eyes fall and shrugged. “How fucking funny. We’re both out here buying fucking soap.” Puh. Like she bought it. | |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Sept 11, 2013 19:48:26 GMT -8
Cal was no detective, though he couldn't help but notice that her eyes drifted towards his bag. What was she doing, judging him for his shampoo choices? Hadn't they established that this was a judgment-free zone? Wow, rood. He took the contents of the bag back, effectively ruining Ronni's shot at being able to steal it, though he didn't know that the thought had crossed the girl's mind. Far from it, in fact.
As far as Cal was concerned, this was just a random encounter that wasn't going to result in anything else. Then again, you never knew what having friends around and about could do for you. You never knew when you'd come to really want a friend in need. So he gave Ronni one last grin, taking a step back and a two-fingered salute.
"Well, I'll be on my way then. Hope you enjoy whatever soap you use. Go check out the movie, why don't you? Think about the whole stuntswoman deal. I still think you'd be good at the job. Or you never know, if they don't have the kind of thing for you out there..." Cal paused. "Be your own leading lady. Ooh boy. Now I'm getting all philosophical." He grinned at her, before heading back to his car, though he gave her a final wave.
"Peace out kid. Don't die when you're practicing for your Oscar."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 9:59:56 GMT -8
| an ABSOLUTE ZERO he bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me My mouth is a gun I can shoot, I can show you the truth And I don't need a reason to lie to you No pun intended, no punishment If I offended you, you needed it Ideas are the bombs in your mind, a fissure in time If you don't have a weapon you can't have mine I can bleed if I want to bleed I can fail if I feel the need This face is my last confession This life, it feels like a prison Oh, I'm not afraid I'm giving into grievances again You're looking at an absolute --- The encounter was coming to a close and Ronni felt better for it. She had stuff to do—she didn’t have time to stand around and chat. For all she knew the store could be calling the cops right now and have them looking for her. Ronni had to get out of there and do it fast. The last thing she needed was a trip to the big house. She’d be stuck in there for a while if there was any sort of bail. . . her father would never be able to afford it.
Though it would probably just be a one-night stay.
She shrugged and watched him back up. Any lingering thoughts about taking his shit and running were useless now—he was out of reach and the bag was no longer available. “I’ll do that. . . ,” she replied, turning her head slightly. Her next words, though she added a her favorite sentence enhancer, sounded almost genuine. “Thanks for the brilliant fucking idea.”
After all, the more she thought about it, the more she figured that maybe there was something to it. Stuntmen probably got paid a lot—they’d have to. They were getting blown up, punched, and falling off buildings all the time. She could probably handle that quite easily—she was already getting punched a lot. And kicked. There was no way she couldn’t handle being pushed off buildings or fake blown up. And she could take care of her dad, and it would be fun. Nothing like sitting in an office, that’s for sure.
Her version of a wave was to roll her eyes, turn around, and start walking. What a weird asshole. Oh well, she’d probably not see again. Once around a corner, she was gone. | |
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