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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 23, 2013 2:43:32 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. This was a top-secret operation, a marvellous heist that only highly authorised agents could hope to pull off. A dangerous mission in which lives would be risked and shit would be wrecked. Oceans would rise, cities would fall, and the fate of the nation hung between the precarious balance of life and death. He would return from this either a hero or a traitor. One single step for man, one giant leap for Calkind-- but before he went boasting about his glory and reckless bravado, he had a task to complete.
Driving up to his best friend's flat twenty minutes away from where he lived, Cal couldn't help but smirk. Yup, she was crazy. He had no idea why she'd decided to get a place so far away from UCLA, but apparently her boyfriend's needs also had to be taken into consideration and they'd found a place between their colleges. Pfft, consideration. Who needed that? It just made hijinks and mayhem harder. Another thing that was going to make it harder was the fact that her phone had been broken earlier that morning, though, and Cal heaved a dramatic, dramatic sigh.
Julie had better come down on time or he was going to spontaneously combust with boredom. Pulling up into the road by her flat, Cal parked the car and ran up to the buzzer. He had yet to see her new place, and today was not the time for it. They had bigger fish to fry and bigger goals to achieve. With a dramatic flourish, he rang the bell, half-expecting, half-anticipating that she would have installed some dumb song that would play when it was pressed. Boy, now that would drive the police insane. ___________________
April 30th 2012, 2.45 a.m. TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 23, 2013 5:52:02 GMT -8
Fucking the police was no easy task. It involved careful planning and a certain finesse- the police was not a force to be reckoned with, after all. You couldn't just waltz in and do whatever you wanted- you had to be prepared to face the consequences, if plans b, c, d, e, f, or g didn't pull through, or back-up decided to go out for donuts instead of being on call to save your sorry ass when shit hit the fan. Some would argue that you should wine and dine the police, but Julie was not one of those people. You should totally and absolutely fuck the police.
Currently, Julie was flopped across the end of the bed, staring at the floorboards and bored out of her mind as she waited for the signal. The signal that would incite the rebellion, causing havoc and chaos to break out as the police were overthrown! The stage was set and the plan was foolproof; it was all a matter of waiting now as she mentally ticked down the seconds until the police were royally fucked by her.
The doorbell's buzz filled the air, a truly unusual occurrence at 3 in the morning, but Julie knew exactly who it was. Now was the time to strike, while the police was distracted by whatever dumb book he was reading this morning! With her eyes trained on him, Julie slowly rolled off the bed and onto the floor, leaving Colin alone in bed. Carefully, she began to crawl on her stomach across the floor, ready to make a break for it the instant she reached the door. The greatest escape--
"Bye Ju."
She froze in place. Well, shit. Her cover was blown! Time to make a daring maneuver, one they never taught at the academy- getting to her feet, she turned to her boyfriend and replied, "War is necessary!" before darting out of the room. All things, considered, that had gone rather smoothly. No shots fired, no gun smoke filling the air- just a few exchanged curses, and one very disgruntled and fucked over police. She'd chalk it up to a success for the civilians! Julie gave herself a mental pat on the back as she skipped past the kitchen, grabbing her bag along the way and slipping into her shoes before running out the door. She couldn't keep her getaway vehicle waiting, after all.
Julie burst out into the night with a grin on her face, running across the empty pavement to her best friend's parked car in front of her building. She opened the door and hopped into the front seat, breathlessly laughing, "Go go go, the popo are right on my tail!"
(Meanwhile, the popo was still in bed, reading his book with the intensity of a thousand burning suns.)
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 23, 2013 15:14:12 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. There weren't many people that Cal would drive a getaway car for. Much as he seemed flippant and devil-may-care, he certainly didn't want to be flung into jail for nothing thank you very much. No, his heists and his daring deeds would only be worth it if he managed to derive some sort of entertainment out of them, though in lieu of that, cake was a rather pleasing alternative. But there were certain people that he loved more than the chocolate-y, diabetes-inducing goodness, and the girl that was darting towards his car helter-skelter just so happened to be one of them. Cal grinned as she hopped into the front seat, offering a fist for her to bump like the bros that they were.
"We've got to get out, and fast." Any moment now, and the police would be on their tail, blazing after the duo at the speed of sound with all the force of a raging typhoon. In reality, the so-called police was unlikely to even lift a finger to grab a drink from the kitchen if he happened to be reading, which was apparently more often than not, but that ruined the fun of the entire operation. No, they had to inject a bit of drama into the whole affair, use their imagination a little. Besides, time was ticking. Their lives were on the line. With that, Cal released the brakes, and slammed his foot onto the accelerator.
"I've decided where we're hiding out to await further instructions. There's a shady little establishment a few hundred miles away that we're going to hide out in, but we've got to get there fast. They're expecting us before daybreak." Truthfully, he meant that they were going to go to the nearest IHOP and eat as many pancakes as they could, but that didn't sound anywhere near as dramatic. He shot Julie a pointed glance, pretending to scratch his chin for a moment as he contemplated the meaning of life, or at least, contemplated what he was getting for his next meal.
"Have you successfully sedated our enemy? Is the coast clear?"
(Meanwhile, Colin pondered whether it was worth rolling to the other side of the bed to grab his box of cereal off the windowsill, or whether it was too much effort to do so.) TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 23, 2013 19:22:56 GMT -8
Of course, she bumped her fist against his as soon as he offered it, a beaming smile on her lips. They were bros, how could she not? Best bros, at that- one does not simply refuse a bro fist. Even if it was part of their relationship to not admit they were best friends, they totally were. She and Cal just had a bad time with mushy feelings. But rest assured, she absolutely loved him, and if getting behind the wheel of a car didn't cause her to instantly road rage, she would totally drive a getaway car for him. What was that stupid saying from middle school, the one every teen girl on the Internet was using? "A good friend will bust you out of jail, a best friend will be sitting right next to you?" Yeah, that was their friendship in a nutshell.
Guy love, that's all it is.
"Hurry, before he calls in reinforcements!" She buckled her seat belt, just as his car shot forward and they raced away from the building. The popo had no chance of catching them now- between Cal's reckless driving and Julie's head start, the police had no chance. It was just too easy. She'd almost feel bad for the popo, except the popo deserved no mercy. (Just kidding, she loved the popo with all her heart.) She nearly laughed at what Cal said, but managed to keep a straight face, replying in a flat tone, "Affirmative, I'll alert HQ that we're on our way to the rendez-vous point on the double." Except there was no HQ, woops.
She teasingly mimicked him, rubbing her chin thoughtfully and with a pensive frown on her face. "Yes, our target is currently immobilized. He won't be catching up with us any time soon." Or... ever... to be honest... the popo gave zero fucks about what they were doing or where they were going. As long as Julie didn't get herself killed while she was out and about with Cal, Colin didn't want to know what they were doing when they ran off together in the early hours of the morning. Julie was just glad that she had so many people in her life who were willing to do stupid things with her when the rest of the world was sleeping.
(Meanwhile, Colin was still faced with the dilemma of choosing between moving or cereal. It was the ultimate decision, and one he would have to live with for the rest of his life.)
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 24, 2013 13:52:27 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. There was no turning back now. Cal didn't quite know what they were running from and didn't know why the popo was supposedly on their tail, but it didn't matter. Best to live in ignorant bliss of whatever fictional crimes he might have committed in the dead of the night. Upon Julie's mention of reporting to HQ, Cal gave a nod that he hoped was sagely, before driving off at top speed into the night...
Or at least, until they got to a junction with a red light. Pulling the brakes, Cal leaned back in his seat, giving Julie a little chuckle when she mentioned immobilizing the target. Sounded about right. From the times when he'd encountered Colin, the other male certainly seemed like the stationary sort. All he needed was a book and a cup of tea and he'd probably remain in the same position for hours on end. Which suited Cal just fine, if it meant that he could steal Julie away for adventures and mayhem without being nagged at by an old grandma.
"Yup, fuck the police all right. Maybe I should try screwing anyone who I get in trouble with," Cal said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Since it works so well for you, I'd never get in trouble ever again." That was a lie-- he wasn't going to stop getting into trouble. Admittedly, the trouble was what made of his adventures so much fun. The light flashed from red to green, and Cal slammed the accelerator, watching the dial that showed how fast the car was going go higher and higher as their getaway car zoomed into the night. Way over the speed limit, he knew, but no pain no gain right? No risk no reward.
"We're almost there. Be prepared for a speedy dive into base. It'll be years before we ever see sunlight!"
(The police had decided that moving was too much effort, and had curled up under the blankets; this promised to be a good, good night full of long words and overly complicated sentences. Just the way he liked it.) TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 24, 2013 15:41:01 GMT -8
Cal's driving would probably make racecar drivers' stomachs churn, but Julie was entirely desentizied to jarring stops and sudden accelerations at this point. After all, she practically drove the exact same way. Which was exactly why she generally wasn't allowed to drive. Ever. Especially with other people around, and especially in traffic, because boy, when she got mad behind the wheel she got furious-
Julie turned to grin at him as they came to a stop, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she replied, "I highly recommend it, it works for me all the time!" What can she say, she had the popo wrapped around her little finger. To be fair though, she was pretty far gone herself, so she'd like to think they were on even ground. 9 times out of 10 she won, but every once in a while he managed to get the upper hand. Just like when they went to the pier the night before they moved in together- now that had been an embarrassing loss for the crook!
And then the light turned green, and Cal punched it, zooming off into the night. It felt like they were in the middle of a chase scene in an action movie, and Julie didn't mind one bit. It was fun! Besides, it was all part of the adventure- she couldn't wait for the day they inevitably got pulled over by an actual cop for speeding. She already had an idea of how she could talk their way out of it, and knowing Cal, he'd play along easily. They were two peas in a pod, after all. "It's okay, if all goes according to plan we'll get the goods at base." She said with a straight face, her eyes trained on the road ahead like this was all Very Srs Bsns. (Which it was, of course. Food was always Srs Bsns.) "And then we can escape into the night, and we'll never be seen or heard from again until the next time we strike! The popo won't know what hit them in the slightest."
At last, the neon IHOP sign shone like a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights- the light at the end of the tunnel, the oasis in the desert, the International House of Pancakes in a sea of closed buildings. Because no other restaurant could ever come close to IHOP's league, not if they were all closing at 10 or 11 at night. They were missing out on selling to a couple of hooligans seeking out nourishment in the dead of night. "Base sighted, prepare for departure~" Pancakes, here they come!
(Meanwhile, the popo was hit by the sudden realization that he had to use the bathroom. And just after he had gotten comfortable, too. Nooo!)
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 25, 2013 16:49:43 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. Cal grinned again, chuckling a little at Julie's statement regarding the police. "So are you implying that I should screw your boyfriend? You offering to share?" Oh, snap. Now that would certainly incite some form of reaction. Either way, they were nearing their destination, the beacon of shining light that read 'IHOP' in neon letters. On that note, while some said the light at the end of the tunnel was just the lamps from an upcoming train, he politely disagreed with their opinion. Good sir, you could take your pessimism and shove it up someone else's ass, because when Cal saw the light at the end of the tunnel he saw pancakes and the consumption of enough calories to feed a third-world country for a week. He pumped both his fists into the air.
"To infinity, and beyond!"
With that, the car zoomed off towards IHOP, the rickety old machine probably setting off so much smoke that he would be able to replicate the haze Indonesia gave Singapore with their open burning. But Cal didn't care about the pollution. Heck, he was certain that his karma debt was so far in the negatives Satan had given up on trying to count what he had done. Right now, they had a policeman to escape from, and a secret base to hide in. After all, safety first!
"Eagle eye, look out for a space to duck and cover." Which meant to look out for a parking lot, but considering the time most of the parking spaces were wide open. He needed to find somewhere inconspicuous though, which was honestly part of the fun. Grey eyes scanned the vicinity, taking in the shadiest possible locations for them to make their escape from: underneath a tree, behind a bush. "Maybe we could park on the sidewalk and make everyone think our car's just a decoration. The perfect disguise would be a disguise that nobody thinks is one at all. Then again, the police would spot us right away, so under the great umbrella tree it is." With that, Cal practically rammed his car into the open spot, braking as abruptly as he possibly could to preserve that precious sense of urgency. And there they were. He quickly leaped out of the car.
"Come on, let's go," Cal said, waiting for Julie to come out so they could dart their way into the IHOP. "Freedom is calling!"
(The police was now gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold his pee in. Comfort over practicality, after all.) TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 25, 2013 20:30:07 GMT -8
Oh, that incited some sort of reaction, alright.
Julie's expression turned to one of alarm, her eyes wide as a faint blushed colored her cheeks. "N-NO WAY!" She knew full well that he was kidding and wasn't being serious at all, but she didn't care- that was completely unacceptable! "I was talking about when another officer inevitably arrests you, then you can fuck him, but you can't fuck my cop. Get your own!" She was talking fast and visibly flustered, but she didn't really care. You can't just joke about fucking her boyfriend and not expect her to get distressed over it, especially if it was her best friend making the joke. What happened to the bro code?!
But there were more important things to worry about, like coming up on their destination as swiftly as a coursing river. They were going to burst into the restaurant of a great typhoon, and use the strength of a raging fire to eat all the pancakes they could get their hands on. All with the mystery of the dark side of the moon, of course. "I thought my nickname was Dallas Silverhorn." She replied with a frown, embarrassment forgotten in light of the IHOP sign. It was actually her stripper name- Cal had one too! They had decided code names were too much effort, so they had just figured out their stripper names and used those instead. Cal's happened to be Sugar Spankhiney, and Bailey's was--
"The cops would notice a car parked on the sidewalk right away, we better go with the tree." She nodded sagely, although she really wouldn't put it past Cal to park on the sidewalk. It was the kind of thing he would do and she'd go along with it, because they were the same kind of stupid. Together, their ideas and plans would spell out disaster if they didn't have rules to follow- but rules were made to be broken, as Cal oh so eloquently put it any and every time it was brought up. And Julie was inclined to agree with him- after all, it wasn't illegal if they weren't caught! And as long as they weren't hurting anyone, what was the harm in a little mayhem, right?
At the moment though, she was just glad she had put on her seatbelt when she got in the car, otherwise she might have gone flying through the windshield as the car came to a screeching halt in a parking space. Julie was tiny and weighed next to nothing compared to someone like Cal, it didn't take much to send her flying. As Cal should know by now, by the by, since he had served as her stepping ladder on the occasions that she needed a boost to climb over a wall or fence or some other obstacle for the vertically challenged. Hopping out of the car after him, she slammed the door closed, hurriedly stage whispering, "Quick, before they spot us!" She moved over next to him, crouching down behind the car as she peeked her head around to check that the coast was clear. Not spotting anyone, she waved her arm, and made a run across the pavement. It was do or die, now or never, they had to move it!
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 25, 2013 21:59:56 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. "Hah!" Cal laughed out loud at Julie's reaction, leaning over to ruffle her hair as they crouched behind the car. She was so cute when flustered, like an angry puppy. Sometimes, he looked at her and all he saw was a tiny cocker spaniel who wanted walkies and food, who was having an adverse possessive reaction to someone else trying to claim her mate. "Better not tell him you reacted like that. Course I'm not going to screw him. Unless you're planning on watching, in which case I'd definitely have to think twice-- okay, no," he said as he leaned on her shoulder, using her as an armrest, "There will be no banging of your boyfriend in the foreseeable future, or for the rest of eternity. You can have him. Not my type, and for the record thank you for reminding me what your code name is, Dallas Silverhorn."
With that, Cal stopped leaning on her, and resumed his mission, darting to the front of the IHOP as quickly as he could. Whirling back rather dramatically, he beckoned for Julie to come over, before bursting into the door with a dramatic flourish. Eyes meeting that of the rather astounded server, Cal announced in a loud, dramatic voice:
"Hello friends, I am here!"
Needless to say, his sudden declaration earned him a ton of stares and eyebrow raises from the other patrons of the restaurant, but the attention was certainly not unrelished. Grinning at the server, Cal continued his rather long and dramatic speech. "Quick," he said, resisting the urge to grab the poor man by the shoulders, "We're on the run, but this is our only safe house. The only thing that can save us now is sugar and pancakes and anything that's probably bad for normal people. But we're special agents, see," he slung an arm around Julie's shoulder and pulled her in, "We're special agents and we're getting this shit done. All we need is you to help but save the galaxy from the evil police!"
(As for the evil police, he had finally given up on holding his pee, and was now trudging to the toilet with a resigned expression.) TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 26, 2013 8:58:09 GMT -8
She had a frown and a pout on her face as he ruffled her hair, a faint tint returning to her cheeks at his teasing. "Of course I'm not going to tell him, he'd never let me live it down." And Cal knew that too- he had heard enough stories from her to know that while Colin might be perfectly polite around most people, with Julie he turned into a complete and total asshole. Still, she didn't mind all that much- it made things more fun and interesting, who was she to complain?
"Caaal you're heavy." She whined as he leaned on her, using her as an armrest as he so often did with her. She got it, she was short, she didn't need to be reminded by this big old oaf! (She honestly wasn't that bothered by her height, all things considered, but with Cal she pretended otherwise.) Julie rolled her eyes at his statement about how she could have Colin, swatting at him as she replied, sarcasm dripping off her every word, "Thank you, you're so gracious."
She followed after him into the restaurant, grinning as Cal made his dramatic entrance. "Howdy folks!" She joined in with a jaunty wave, trying not to laugh at the surprised faces of the server and the other patrons. She turned her attention on the server that Cal was talking to, his face serious as he explained the situation. She leaned in herself, a slight frown on her face and not even a hint of a grin on her lips as she chimed in, as Cal threw an arm around her shoulders, "This is a serious matter sir, the future of the world as we know it is riding on us. We're America's last hope, and it's your duty as a citizen of this great nation to help us in our time of need."
But she couldn't quite resist shooting him with double hand pistols, giving him a wink as the flustered man glanced back and forth between them. It was like he couldn't decide if he wanted to kick them out or go along with their silliness, and to be honest, she couldn't really blame him. If a couple of crazy kids had burst into her establishment at 3 am spouting insane talk and causing a fuss, she'd call the cops on them. But she was special agent Dallas Silverhorn, and Dallas Silverhorn did not own a 24 hour pancake house. Finally, the man conceded, and as he turned his back to grab menus for them she gave Cal a grin and a nudge in the side with her elbow. They were in!
(Meanwhile, the police just tripped on a textbook on his way to the bathroom. Nice going, officer.)
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 26, 2013 12:10:34 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. Special agent Sugar Spankhiney flashed the waiter two thumbs up as Dallas Silverhorn gave him double pistols and a wink. Either way, the two of them were ushered into the the IHOP, and Cal winked at Julie in response, the edges of his lips curling up into a smirk. This evening was just getting better and better. The two of them were seated in a corner notably far away from the rest of the crowd, and Cal propped his face in his hands, eyes scanning the menu with great gusto and glee.
"Shall we say that this was a successful mission? Time to reap our reward," he grinned, giving Julie a thumbs-up. "Let's celebrate with copious amounts of chocolate and ice cream. Who needs the popo, huh? Fuck the popo, we have chocolate. If you threw a boyfriend and a dog into a closet and opened it after twenty-four hours, your boyfriend would be mad at you but the dog would probably still be your best friends." He scrunched up his nose. While he saw eye-to-eye with Julie on many things, relationships were one aspect of his life in which he would have to dissent. She was madly in love, he knew that. But it was kind of disgustingly adorable, and just looking at Julie and her boyfriend was enough to make Cal die of diabetic shock.
Not that she would find out about the romantic comedies that Cal watched when he was alone in his room BUT that was a story for another day. Moving on. "I'm ready to order," he said in a sing-song voice, raising a hand and waving it from side to side to call the waiter over. If he used his imagination, he looked like a beauty pageant queen to the rest of the world, waving his way down the stage with a nine-thousand watt smile.
(The popo finally managed to stumble his way into the bathroom, and was now sitting on the toilet bowl contemplating the secrets of the universe. Or, at least, how to grab the cereal at the side of the room using minimal effort.) TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 26, 2013 13:14:55 GMT -8
They were led away from the other people seated in the restaurant, and Julie was actually slightly disappointed. It would have been fun to mess with the patrons seated around them, but it couldn't be helped. This just meant they'd have a clearer view of their settings, so they could be ready to act at a moment's notice if the coppers showed up. She sat across from Cal and flashed the server a smile before holding the menu up to her face, as if she was hiding behind it. She peeked over the top at Cal, stage whispering, "It's not over yet, stay on alert for signs of suspicious activity. We've got to book it if the popo show up, y'know."
She scanned the menu items quickly, eyes lighting up at several of the foods listed. Oh, decisions decisions. They all sounded so good, how in the world was she going to decide? She glanced up at Cal and quirked an eyebrow, her smile hidden behind her menu as she replied, almost laughing, "Yup, true that. I'd much rather have a dog than a boyfriend any day!" She had wanted a dog for as long as she could remember- she had never really wanted a boyfriend to begin with. And yet here she was, with a boyfriend but no dog. What was a girl to do?
(The popo sneezed.)
Well, her mind was made up, and she placed her menu back down on the table. "Me too!" She kicked her feet under the table, impatiently waiting for the waiter to make their way over to their table to take their order. As soon as he arrived, she quickly shot off what she wanted; ladies first, after all. "I'd like 2 red velvet pancakes, 3 chocolate chip pancakes, 1 double blueberry pancake, 1 strawberry banana pancake, and coffee, please." And Julie finished her order with a dazzling smile-- she could only imagine what was going through the man's head as he took down her order. She'd probably have to stay at the gym for a million years later today after all this, but at the moment Julie didn't regret a single thing. She was hungry, dammit!
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 27, 2013 5:41:56 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. "It's okay bro. I got your back." Dallas Silverhorn to the rescue, all in the name of siblinghood. While he had brothers and sisters and family galore, he couldn't say that he felt the same sort of camaraderie that he did with Julie with many of them. She was his partner in crime, the Tulio to his Miguel, only with less homoerotic subtext coming from the facts that 1. Last time he checked, Julie was not a man and 2. they were definitely not sharing saliva. Gross. Cal nodded sagely in response to the waiter, whose jaw had practically fallen to the floor upon hearing Julie's statement. He smiled his best grin, that two-hundred megawatt smile that showed off his pearly whites, twiddling his thumbs casually as he prepared to help blow the poor man's mind.
"I'll have what she's having, only with an extra side of whipped cream." Cal could already picture Bailey making dying whale noises at the thought of them consuming so much crap, but the other male really wasn't any better. The two of them ran an instant ramen review blog, after all. Whaleboy wasn't one to talk when it came to health and fitness. Sure, he was going to have to spend hours at the gym restoring his sanity and absolutely dashing physique, but worth it? Yeah, completely worth it. The waiter muttered some curse words under his breath before scurrying away, and Cal sighed melodramatically, lifting a hand to his head. How painful was it that nobody seemed to understand what was going on? He'd made his mistakes, there was nowhere to run, but life went on instead of fading awaaaaay.
"Oh Julie. Sometimes I feel that you're the only person that gets me." Not that he would admit it out loud, but it had more element of truth than he would care to admit. In his first year of college they had climbed onto a rooftop and talked through the night about their life stories, and come to the conclusion that they were essentially the same person, though Cal was clearly the superior copy, oh ho ho. "If it helps, I'd rather have a dog than a boyfriend too. I can't wait until I move into my new place and Puggerpillar arrives. You can finally meet him." His face lit up at the mention of his pet dog, and he leaned forward, propping his head in his hands. The sweet baby had been his best friend back in Michigan, and now his brother was coming over Cal had made a special request to be reunited with the poor confused thing. Pug lyfe.
(The popo was now washing his hands, squinting suspiciously at the hand soap. Was it just him or did it smell funny?) TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 28, 2013 14:55:06 GMT -8
The waiter's reaction to Julie's impressive order was nothing new to the girl; she was fairly used to it by now. It never failed to amuse her when others were shocked by just how much she could eat in one sitting. What can she say, she has an impressive metabolism. Besides, how can she turn down good food? Food was one of the greatest things on the face of the planet, she wasn't about to pretend she didn't have a black hole for a stomach for the sake of appearances. She could eat as much as she wanted whenever she wanted, thank you very much.
She watched amusedly as the man continued to look shocked and appalled at the two of them, especially after Cal ordered the exact same thing as her. The poor kitchen staff, they were probably hoping for a nice, quiet morning shift. Oh well, they were bringing the restaurant business, none of them could really complain. She and Cal were paying customers, after all, it wouldn't do to turn them away!
"Thank you~!" She chimed after the man as he bustled away, muttering under his breath about something. Goodness gracious, he seemed upset. Julie turned her gaze back on Cal, a perfectly mischievous smile on her face as her partner in crime let out a melodramatic sigh. "I am the only one that gets you." She pointed out cheerfully, kicking her feet under the table as she perused the specials menu. It was a scary thought, sure, but it was true nonetheless. She saw a lot of herself when she was younger in Cal, and after they had swapped stories and shared scars? Yeah, they were more similar than either of them cared to admit, but it was alright right there, printed in black and white.
That was why they were such good friends though, truth be told. They had the same mindset, and both were willing to go along with the other's crazy ideas and silly schemes. It was why she could run off with him at 3 in the morning and go on early morning adventures until the sun rose. He was the Clyde to her Bonnie, only, y'know, they weren't married or anything. Eww, that'd be gross. It'd be like incest.
She looked up from the menu at the mention of Cal's dog, her eyes lighting up as she replied, "I can't wait to meet him! Pugs are so cute." They really were, with their curly little tails and happy little faces and the way their entire body wriggled when they were excited. They were adorable! "I'm probably going to end up living at your place so I can play with him all the time. Just so you know." Julie loved dogs, and she had been wanting one for as long as she could remember. She was going to be around a lot at Cal and Bailey's place, she could tell.
And that would be their waiter, returning with their drinks. She shot him a grin despite the frown on his face, and Julie winked at Cal as he set down their steaming cups of coffee on the table. Why not make the man's life a little more miserable- paying customers, right? Once the waiter's back was turned once again, she grabbed a few packets of sugar and began emptying them into her cup, her tone pleasant as she asked, "So, how easy it to get salt and sugar mixed up, would you say?"
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 29, 2013 2:11:58 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. She really was. In terms of being people that actually understood him, anyway-- there weren't many out there who knew how he worked, knew most of his secrets, his hopes and fears. Cal was definitely not someone who was easy to get to know, and between Julie and Whaleboy he had two of the best friends that he'd ever be able to ask for. The blonde smiled. "You know, they say that two people who are very similar will either become best friends or worst enemies. What if we hated each other in another universe out there?" He couldn't imagine, but you never knew. "What if I kidnapped you and tortured you and, I don't know, told you I didn't like ice cream or something." Yeah, that was something that would definitely make her think he was a complete monster.
"Yeah, come and play with Puggerpillar! I'm sure he'd love to have you over even though he's never going to look like he does." He'd shown her copious pictures of his dog and they'd both agreed that it was the saddest happy dog that had ever existed. For a moment he contemplated putting Puggerpillar into dumb situations so he could snap pictures of him and become Internet famous. Now that was a thought. Between his ramen review blog and pictures of a misplaced puppy, he'd definitely be a celebrity. "He's so fat now. Brandon sent me a picture the other day and I was like 'what have you been feeding him'? Here, let me show you," he said, pulling out his phone and leaning over to Julie. Scrolling through a series of images including a hacky-sack, the One Direction guys in dresses, and picture of two naked men (oops), he finally managed to get to a picture of the pug lying on top of a couch, looking decidedly more rotund.
"Just look. I'm taking him on all the walks when he gets here." The waiter set down their coffees and Cal raised a brow, nodding as Julie mentioned the salt and sugar. "Considering salt is in the shaker and sugar's in the packets, probably fairly difficult. What now?" TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jun 30, 2013 4:36:42 GMT -8
They say that two people who are very similar will either become best friends or worst enemies. She frowned at the question he posed, suddenly very serious as she mulled this over. A universe where they were enemies. That sounded... terrible. She couldn't imagine any situation where she'd ever hate Callum, except the one he just described. He'd have had to do something completely awful to make an enemy out of her- like torture her with ice cream or something. She sighed. "That would be the worst. I don't think a universe like that exists.* And even if it does, it's like you said- you would have had to have, like, eaten ice cream in front of me and not have shared any of it." She laughed at that; it sounded absurd, even to her.
(*Spoilers: it does.)
"I'm glad that we're friends in this universe, though. Who would I go house spelunking with?" She grinned at him, before he mentioned Pugerpillar and took out his phone. She leaned forward herself, waiting for Cal to scroll to the picture he wanted to show her. Julie did nothing but quirk an eyebrow at the pictures that flashed by on Cal's phone. She was used to this by now. It hadn't phased her the first time around, and it didn't phase her now. Some things were just better left not asked about, especially that picture of One Direction in dresses. Had she seen that on Twitter? She felt like she had. She snorted out loud at the fat pug staring morosely into the camera. "He's been feeding him orphans' hopes and dreams." She replied straight-faced, as their waiter bustled away and Julie got to work. Gotta work fast-
She twisted off the salt shaker and dumped about a quarter of it in her coffee. with that done, she quickly stirred the blend, then put everything back like nothing had been touched. Raising her hand, she waved their waiter back over, and, once the man was next to them again, asked, a slight pout on her face, "Hey, does this taste weird to you?" She held up the mug of coffee to him, her brows knit in a small frown as she waited for him to take the cup from her. And because it was 3 a.m. and he probably wasn't thinking clearly, he did, and rose the coffee to his lips, and took the tiniest of sips---
The reaction was beautiful; she wished she had a camera.
The poor man sputtered at the taste, his expression one of pure disgust. "Yeah, see, that's what I thought too." She mused, biting her lip. "I only put a couple of packets of sugar in, I have no idea why it tastes like that." She glanced at Cal and winked, the smallest of smiles on her lips. Oh sure, Julie had been a waitress for a few years, and knew full and well that it was a miserable job, but even now she couldn't resist the siren's call of creating a little mischief. "Is there something wrong with your coffee machine, maybe?" She asked, her tone all too sweet as she waited for the man to finish wheezing. Really, come on, it wasn't that bad. She would know, she had tasted salt coffee before, and she had tasted a lot worse.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 30, 2013 8:15:49 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. He smiled, stirring his coffee. "You never know. It's quite possible that one out there." He wasn't afraid to admit that bizarre as it sounded to him, relationships were mostly circumstantial-- get off on the wrong foot with someone, and you could end up disliking each other even if in theory you would have been best friends. "But that universe isn't important, is it? Since we've got this one. I kind of like this universe, actually. A little boring, and lots of shit happens, but at least we aren't, I don't know, fighting giants or something. And it's not a verse where I'm like your coach person in the Hunger Games. I daresay you and I have a good chance of getting out of this alive and die of old age or something along those lines." He raised his cup. Not quite as dramatic as a champagne glass, but it would do the trick.
"To us."
He waited for her response, before tacking on the sentence, "And to how fantastic and amazing and humble we are, of course. Clearly there's nobody as wonderful as me out there. You come as a close second, though. Be honoured." Taking a long, dramatic sip of his filtered coffee, he set it down, nodding morosely. "It's terrible. I'm flabbergasted that he'd do such a thing." Cal let out a long, dramatic sigh. "You and I have to rectify this. Puggerpillar is in urgent need of sunshine, lollipops and rainbows and we're the only ones that can bring some light back to his life." It was then when Julie pulled out the salt shaker, dumping about a quarter of its contents into the coffee. Cal felt a devilish grin creep up onto his face.
Perfection.
"Hmm, I'm not sure," he said. "Hold on, let me try it." Taking a tiny, tiny sip, Cal winced, pulling a face by rolling his eyes, scrunching up his nose and sticking out his tongue. But no, the waiter was approaching. Setting the cup down right where Julie had left it, he put his hands in his lap, trying to look as angelic as he possibly could. He fluttered his lashes at the man, wondering whether a halo had appeared on his head. Now for the waiter to react--
"Are you okay?"
Cal lifted a hand to his mouth with mock concern. He was definitely acting like a stereotypical gay man, but his reputation was irrevocably destroyed as it was. Besides, he was halfway there anyway, regarding the gay thing. Gone were the days where he was a closeted shy bisexual teenager and now he was quite willing to announce his sexuality to anyone who cared. Or at least, anyone who saw him dragging different men into his bed as and when he could. He shook his head, letting out a deep breath.
"I expected better coffee. Mine's all right though, so it's probably just a little fluke. I don't know," he shrugged. Watching as the waiter took Julie's coffee away, still looking a little pale from the incident, Cal whirled back to face his friend.
"Yup. Definitely glad we're bros." TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jul 21, 2013 11:23:41 GMT -8
Boy, Cal sure liked to talk a lot.
A cat's grin curled her lips as she replied, "Aww, why thank you." She truly was honored to come in second place behind Cal- although, let's be honest, she definitely had the upper hand on him on a few things. Oh sure, the last time they had had an eating contest he had beat her by a mile, and he had a dog as opposed to an idiot boyfriend, but she could eat way more ice cream than him at any given time, and she had much nicer boobs than him. A pretty even trade, if you asked her. She suddenly nodded gravely as he took a sip from her cup, her expression morose. "Poor Puggerpillar. It's okay, we'll turn that frown of his upside down!" Okay, so she didn't have a dog of her own, but her best friend having a dog was pretty much the next best thing.
Julie came close to bursting out in laughter at the expression on Cal's face after tasting her coffee, but she had to keep a straight face, especially with the waiter approaching their table once again. In fact, Cal's entire act nearly had her in giggles, but being the accomplished actress that she was, Julie's expression never even flickered. "Thank you!" She called after the poor man, as he walked away with her cup in his hand. Julie shot her partner in crime a wide grin. Who knows, if they kept it up that might have just been a warm up. It certainly didn't compare to some of the stupid and dangerous things they had done in the past. If Colin ever found out about any of those, he'd probably have a heart attack. Actually, that was a fun thought to entertain--
"Same." She smiled, rolling the salt shaker back and forth between her hands across the table. "Just think, if we were enemies we would never be able to drink a cup of coffee in peace ever again." A very serious, very horrid thought, one she didn't even want to think about. A shudder crawled up her spine, before she smiled and remarked, with a quirked eyebrow, "You know, at the rate we're going we're going to get banned from this place as well." It was kind of a miracle they hadn't been arrested yet. Good luck, maybe? She'd chalk it up to fortune smiling in their favor. It was luck that had led her to befriending the man sitting across from her, after all. Yeah, she'd admit it, she was lucky.
That reminded her...
A thought had been burning in the back of her head all day, ever since that conversation she had had with Colin while they were at Ikea. With a serious expression, she turned her gaze on Cal, folding her hands on the table like they were in a business meeting, rather than waiting on their order of a million pancakes at 3 a.m. "Callum Snow, I have a very important question to ask you." She began, leveling him with a somber look. It was all part of her act, of course, as she was sure Cal would be able to tell; he had known her for years, he should be able to tell when she was joking and when she really was serious by now. "In the event that I murder someone, would you be willing to help me get rid of the body?" While she might have come across as joking, there was an underlying hint of the question being genuine. She trusted Cal as one of her nearest and dearest friends, had told him things about herself she had kept locked away all her life. There was no one else she could think of who she would turn to to help her dispose of a body, and, more importantly, not rat her out to the cops about it.
This was a very serious matter.
Very serious.
Which is why she waggled her eyebrows at him as she waited for his answer.
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jul 23, 2013 7:00:42 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true]— MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND ! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. "That's just going to be another place on the list. Which reminds me," he said, pursing his lips, "We do need to tell Bailey about our plan to get kicked out of Wal-Mart. Preferably on the day itself, but you know, technicalities, technicalities. That guy needs an injection of fun in his life." And they were just the people to do the job. Why be so serious all the time when you could be getting yourself banned from various places in the world? They still needed to do Madame Tussauds, and various other tourist hotspots. He'd suggested Disneyland but she'd vetoed that idea rather quickly, and he didn't exactly want to get kicked out of Six Flags because he had to go up there and somehow plant a seventh flag up there. Never mind, there was still getting banned from the Hollywood sign.
One day, he really was going to get himself arrested for public nuisance.
But today was not that day, and tomorrow didn't look good either! (And neither did the near future-- being arrested would have been funny and all, but it would definitely put a dent in his plans for world domination. Not that he had any solid plans, of course, or that he could see himself as being a leader of any kind, but he was beginning to digress.) And it did look like Julie had bigger crimes in mind for him to commit. Hiding a body? Cal leaned in closer, resting his chin on his hands, raising a brow. He nodded, slowly, sagely, as she continued to speak, asking him whether he would hide a body for her in the event that she committed a murder. When she was done with her little speech, the blonde gasped, raising both hands to his mouth. "W- what kind of question is that?" he sputtered out. "H- how could you say such a thing?" He wasn't going to dwell for too long on the implications of what she'd said, but did she even know what she was going on about?
"Juliette Dubois, of course I'd hide a body for you. I'm offended that you even had to ask the question. At the rate you're going I'm your primary source of chemicals. In fact, I'd suggest you got me to dispose of the corpse, because it's not as though you'd understand how to do it. Why else do you think I'm thinking of going to medical school? To further your career as a serial killer, that's what. I did this all for you!" Cal threw his hands up in the air. "I expect no less than an apology and a promise that you'll never forsake your partner-in-crime status with me that way ever again." He paused.
"And, maybe a couple of free drinks the next time I visit you at work." Being underage was a pain in the ass, but that was what he was bros with Julie for. "I promise to behave." TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Jul 23, 2013 16:34:47 GMT -8
Oh good, now she definitely had an established plan for when she killed someone and needed to discard the body. That was always a good thing to have- and yes, that's when she kills someone, not if. There's about 7 billion people in the world, one of them was bound to cross the line and drive her over the edge. But still, she had unintentionally hurt her friend- her best friend, at that. She widened her eyes as she replied, "How silly of me! I really am an idiot." Jutting her bottom lip out, she continued to say, in a mocking, apologetic tone, "I'm so, so sorry Cal. I was a fool to ever doubt you. And I promise to never ever forsake my partner-in-crime like that ever again." Bowing her head so her bangs covered her eyes, she finally said, in a near whisper, "I hope you can forgive me..." She looked perfectly sorry...
Until her head snapped back up to fix him with a cocked eyebrow. "Do you want to get me fired?" Julie drawled, propping her chin in the palm of her hand. Really, it was like Cal didn't give a shit that she needed a paycheck. Although to be fair, he had visited her while she was at work before, and everything had gone surprisingly better than expected. It was actually nice having him there- they usually ended up making fun of the other patrons and coming up with reasons why they were at the bar. Reasons ranged from 'just divorced' to 'started the zombie apocalypse, and needs to drown his guilt in alcohol.'
She let out a huff, before conceding, reluctantly, "Okay fine, but if we get caught I'm telling them that you had me fooled with the fake ID, Willy." No, really, he had a fake ID that claimed his name was William J. Winthrope the III. And the worst part was, people believed it Julie couldn't decide if it was sad or hilarious. Probably a little of both. Stretching her arms over her head, she remarked, "No, but seriously, we should do the Walmart thing soon. When he least expects it, we-" Suddenly, a plate of pancakes was placed on the table in front of her, and Julie nearly suffered a heart attack from just the smell alone. Her stomach let out a monstrous growl at the sight, and her train of thought was promptly derailed and crashed into a cliff. "Oh my god." Was all she managed to mumble before she immediately began digging in, putting off talking to Cal in favor of stuffing her face with pancakes.
This was how she wanted to die.
Eating pancakes.
Add that to the Wiki page for strange and unusual deaths.
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