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For S T D D a n c 3 and neato bandito!
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Virgil Debris Ellen Verlaine Derrek Lindon Celia Nightingale Anastija Williams Pasha Lisavaskaya Virgil Debris Ellen Verlaine Derrek Lindon Celia Nightingale Anastija Williams Pasha Lisavaskayasad zombie goo
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Thank God for Lydia Mason, thought Ellen as she placed the last few books in the bookshelf of the room she and her friend Celia were now renting. Two working girls, with college degrees to boot, and somehow they couldn't manage to hold down an apartment for more than six months. If she hadn't run into Lydia, who she hadn't seen since her sophomore year of high school, they'd probably be begging their parents to take them back. As it was, they were just finishing unpacking their things and arranging them in their new room in Lydia's boarding house.
Having finally juxtaposed the books in an order that pleased her, Ellen slumped back on the bed, idly running her fingers along the indentations in the headboard where her name was carved. Ellen Nathalie Verlaine. Pointless, yes, but could it honestly be considered vandalism if she owned the victimized object? Dismissing the familiar train of thought, she mentally navigated back over the activities of the day.
Item one: seal the deal. Not a difficult task. There wasn't a substantial amount of haggling or arm-wrestling involved, unlike their usual routine. Most landlords could spot people like Ellen and Celia a mile away. Starving artists seemed to be the favored title, although they always made sure there was enough to eat. Which was, coincidentally, why they kept getting evicted. There just wasn't quite enough to go around.
Item two: find some muscle-bound help. Also not much of a problem. They were people people (people persons?), Ellen and Celia, and thus, knew plenty of people to ask for help with the familiar endeavor of moving. They didn't have many things anyway, having gotten used to eviction a while before. This led directly into item three: meet their new neighbors, as Lydia had volunteered some of her other tenants for the job specified in item two, and apparently, strange people came in groups.
First, there was Virgil. Ellen did not like Virgil. She had met him about an hour before, true, but she still did not like him. Everything about him suggested his character and what was, unfortunately, his sole hobby: ladykilling. And from the looks of him, he had it down to an art. But she wasn't alone in her disdain; the boarding house's only other female tenant, Anastija, didn't seem pleased by Virgil's antics, either. She hadn't said a word to him the entire time she was around. Ellen couldn't figure out why she had been around, actually. She hadn't helped. Not that Ellen expected her to, but after the initial greetings, she might have left if all she was going to do was glare at Virgil and sneak the occasional look at Derrek, apparently a friend of Virgil's. They didn't act very close, but who was she to look judgementally at people and their relationships after one brief meeting? Finally, there was Pasha, a small Russian boy who seemed more interested in shooting smartass comments at Virgil and Anastija than helping with the moving.
"You almost done in there?" she called to Celia, who was arranging toiletries in the bathroom they would be sharing with Anastija. She slid languidly off the bed and glided into the doorway of the surprisingly spacious restroom where her friend was. "I was thinking we could get some coffee or something." As she spoke, Ellen stared critically into the mirror, brushing her choppy, shoulder-length brown hair into place and adjusting the green, mid-hip-length, off-the-shoulder dress she was wearing. "As a roomwarming gift to ourselves."
Having finally juxtaposed the books in an order that pleased her, Ellen slumped back on the bed, idly running her fingers along the indentations in the headboard where her name was carved. Ellen Nathalie Verlaine. Pointless, yes, but could it honestly be considered vandalism if she owned the victimized object? Dismissing the familiar train of thought, she mentally navigated back over the activities of the day.
Item one: seal the deal. Not a difficult task. There wasn't a substantial amount of haggling or arm-wrestling involved, unlike their usual routine. Most landlords could spot people like Ellen and Celia a mile away. Starving artists seemed to be the favored title, although they always made sure there was enough to eat. Which was, coincidentally, why they kept getting evicted. There just wasn't quite enough to go around.
Item two: find some muscle-bound help. Also not much of a problem. They were people people (people persons?), Ellen and Celia, and thus, knew plenty of people to ask for help with the familiar endeavor of moving. They didn't have many things anyway, having gotten used to eviction a while before. This led directly into item three: meet their new neighbors, as Lydia had volunteered some of her other tenants for the job specified in item two, and apparently, strange people came in groups.
First, there was Virgil. Ellen did not like Virgil. She had met him about an hour before, true, but she still did not like him. Everything about him suggested his character and what was, unfortunately, his sole hobby: ladykilling. And from the looks of him, he had it down to an art. But she wasn't alone in her disdain; the boarding house's only other female tenant, Anastija, didn't seem pleased by Virgil's antics, either. She hadn't said a word to him the entire time she was around. Ellen couldn't figure out why she had been around, actually. She hadn't helped. Not that Ellen expected her to, but after the initial greetings, she might have left if all she was going to do was glare at Virgil and sneak the occasional look at Derrek, apparently a friend of Virgil's. They didn't act very close, but who was she to look judgementally at people and their relationships after one brief meeting? Finally, there was Pasha, a small Russian boy who seemed more interested in shooting smartass comments at Virgil and Anastija than helping with the moving.
"You almost done in there?" she called to Celia, who was arranging toiletries in the bathroom they would be sharing with Anastija. She slid languidly off the bed and glided into the doorway of the surprisingly spacious restroom where her friend was. "I was thinking we could get some coffee or something." As she spoke, Ellen stared critically into the mirror, brushing her choppy, shoulder-length brown hair into place and adjusting the green, mid-hip-length, off-the-shoulder dress she was wearing. "As a roomwarming gift to ourselves."
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The one thing that Celia could never choose between was food and an apartment. They were both so nice, but she figured that she didn't really need a roof to survive. Then again, she did need a shower and usually those weren't just lying around on the streets anywhere. So, it was either be skinny and smell nice or be smelly and full. Though, she had to admit, neither one was too pleasant in a certain area. Thus, life was like a double-edged sword for her and her fellow artist friend.
Ah well. The contemporary dancer thought to herself, looking around at what she'd done to the bathroom. It wasn't that much actually considering they had to share with Anastija. Even if she had only met the girl sixty minutes before, Celia could clearly say she didn't like her. Usually, Celia gave new people a chance to redeem themselves but Cel just couldn't seem to find any will to for Anastija.
Though, the girl with the oddly scientific name had to admit she did like Pasha. He was a small Russian guy who didn't seem to be that interested in helping her and Ellen move all their stuff. Instead, he only seemed to care about insulting the others. Which was actually pretty funny to Celia. Actually, what the dancer really funny was Virgil and Derreck's relationsip; they claimed to be friends, but they seemed to be more like sworn enemies. It was awkward, to say the least.
Anyway, none of that really mattered because they were successfully moved into their new room in a nice boarding house that belonged to an old friend of theirs. Lydia Mason had been a friend from high school who dropped out to take care of her mother. Many people found it stupid, but it wasn't really because she inherited the boarding house and that's how she made a living. It was also good for Ellen and Celia because that meant they got a slight discount on a room. That meant they could eat and have a roof over their heads!
When Ellen said they should go out and get coffee, Celia dropped the bottle of shampoo was going to gently place in the shower right into the tub. "Coffee? Do I get to have some with real caffiene this time?" Ellen usually didn't let Celia have caffiene because she was insane enough without it. So, giving her caffiene would be like feeding a shark your blood and not expecting it to snap off your leg. In other words, it was just plain stupid.
There were a million past examples to this. Like the time in high school when she had her own cup of coffee in the morning at school then had stolen everyone else's. Of course, everyone else merely included Lydia and Ellen but still. Three cups of coffee in Celia was really not that good for anyone in a five mile radius. She had gotten suspended that day for calling the teacher a flying monkey voodoo head ********. It was a silly thing to get suspended for, but apparently ******** isn't an appropriate word for Diversites in Language class. Celia tried to fight that it was a diverse word and that it kind of fit into the lesson.
Still, Celia had to ask if she could have caffiene that day. It was a special occassion, Ellen had to admit that. So, maybe her artist friend would let it slide just this once. The dancer doubted it, but who could blame a chick for dreaming?
I've seen his their room. Cozy. If you're Hannibal Lecter.
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Caffeine. Of course Celia wanted caffeine. Ellen had just wanted to get out of the house; she hadn't thought the whole thing over thoroughly. But, well, now that she did think it over, it didn't seem like a horrible idea. As long as some ground rules were set, of course. After all, they had already met their new neighbors, and Ellen wasn't especially keen on becoming good friends with them. The only one they had to worry about upsetting was Lydia, who was already well-versed in the nonsensical verses of the Book of Celia.
"Since it's sort of a special occasion. Just don't steal anyone else's coffee, d'accord?" Ellen wondered as she said it if this wasn't a completely terrible idea. It was. It was also, however, too late to do anything about it. Celia was like a little kid -- you couldn't promise her something and then go back on your word, especially not mere seconds after promising it. There was no point in having second thoughts now.
Turning her back on what she was sure would be Celia's childish enthusiasm, Ellen came face-to-face with the very person she had wanted to see again the least of all: Virgil Debris. His stark black hair, though a bit shaggy, was obviously well-groomed, and he wore a plain, sky blue-tinted button-up shirt with jeans that had a midnight blue wash. "Hello, ladies. We were just about to go get coffee and were wondering if you would care to join us."
We? Ellen wondered, ignoring the rest of Virgil's greeting. A quick movement up to the tips of her toes in order to glance over Virgil's obscenely tall shoulder -- he must have been almost a foot taller than her -- showed her that "we," as she should have guessed, referred to Virgil and Derrek, who looked less than pleased with his so-called friend's advances. Normally, she would have refused, or at least politely declined, but hey, today was a special occasion, was it not? A small, wry grin curved one edge of her mouth upwards as she replied, "Oh, sure. We were just talking about the same thing ourselves. We'll be living in the same house, after all -- we might as well get to know each other."
They wouldn't want to spend so much time with the girls once they saw Celia on caffeine, Ellen was sure. And this outcome was quite to her liking. In fact, it occurred to her that perhaps they should invite everyone in the house along with them to get coffee. That would take care of things quickly. But from what she had observed of Virgil's workings, he wouldn't appreciate her asking others along, so she resolved to only invite people if the group ran into them on the way out. Today, these two, tomorrow, the world. The immediate world, that is.
"Virgil," called an unmistakably feminine voice from the hallway outside as they began to leave. As the owner of the voice got closer, it was revealed to be Anastija, looking very upset with Virgil, "we were supposed to-- Oh, Derrek." And just like that, she was all sweetness and light. "Where are you boys going in such a hurry?"
"We thought it would be a good idea if we all got to know each other," Ellen interjected with a warm, albeit completely fake, smile before anyone else had the chance to reply. "You're welcome to join us if you'd like."
"Since it's sort of a special occasion. Just don't steal anyone else's coffee, d'accord?" Ellen wondered as she said it if this wasn't a completely terrible idea. It was. It was also, however, too late to do anything about it. Celia was like a little kid -- you couldn't promise her something and then go back on your word, especially not mere seconds after promising it. There was no point in having second thoughts now.
Turning her back on what she was sure would be Celia's childish enthusiasm, Ellen came face-to-face with the very person she had wanted to see again the least of all: Virgil Debris. His stark black hair, though a bit shaggy, was obviously well-groomed, and he wore a plain, sky blue-tinted button-up shirt with jeans that had a midnight blue wash. "Hello, ladies. We were just about to go get coffee and were wondering if you would care to join us."
We? Ellen wondered, ignoring the rest of Virgil's greeting. A quick movement up to the tips of her toes in order to glance over Virgil's obscenely tall shoulder -- he must have been almost a foot taller than her -- showed her that "we," as she should have guessed, referred to Virgil and Derrek, who looked less than pleased with his so-called friend's advances. Normally, she would have refused, or at least politely declined, but hey, today was a special occasion, was it not? A small, wry grin curved one edge of her mouth upwards as she replied, "Oh, sure. We were just talking about the same thing ourselves. We'll be living in the same house, after all -- we might as well get to know each other."
They wouldn't want to spend so much time with the girls once they saw Celia on caffeine, Ellen was sure. And this outcome was quite to her liking. In fact, it occurred to her that perhaps they should invite everyone in the house along with them to get coffee. That would take care of things quickly. But from what she had observed of Virgil's workings, he wouldn't appreciate her asking others along, so she resolved to only invite people if the group ran into them on the way out. Today, these two, tomorrow, the world. The immediate world, that is.
"Virgil," called an unmistakably feminine voice from the hallway outside as they began to leave. As the owner of the voice got closer, it was revealed to be Anastija, looking very upset with Virgil, "we were supposed to-- Oh, Derrek." And just like that, she was all sweetness and light. "Where are you boys going in such a hurry?"
"We thought it would be a good idea if we all got to know each other," Ellen interjected with a warm, albeit completely fake, smile before anyone else had the chance to reply. "You're welcome to join us if you'd like."
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Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.
Now, there is no better way to describe how happy Celia felt when Ellen said she could have caffiene than to say it was probably how Hannibal Lecter felt when he cut into people. Okay, so maybe there is a better way to describe it, but that's probably how Celia herself would describe it. Any normal person would describe it like when a mother first watches her child taking their first steps or the first time you get kissed. Still, everyone should already know (or learn to know) that Celia is quite horrendously insane.
So, yes. Celia was hopping around as if she were already drinking the coffee but almost immediately stopped when she saw Virgil. Little Celia couldn't see Derrek behind him because while Virgil was a foot taller than Ellen, he was at least a foot and a half taller than Celia. So, she was forced to look around him just to see Derrek.
Sometimes, people's relationships to each other really bugged Celia. A great pair in example would be Derrek and Virgil. Celia couldn't explain it, but watching them reminded her greatly of someone else's relationship. She just couldn't place whose. It would probably annoy her the entire time she lived in that boarding house with them. Oh, well. It probably wouldn't be a problem once they've seen her with caffiene. Actually, it probably wouldn't be a problem once they actually talked to her when she didn't have caffiene.
So, it was decided that Ellen and Celia would go with Virgil and Derrek to get coffee. Cel thought it would be fun, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to be used for some evil plan Ellen had thought of. Though, maybe her having caffiene was the evil plan. Well, whatever it was, Celia didn't really mind.
Even with the newly added members to the adventure, if this really could be considered an adventure for anyone else, Celia was happy and nothing could bring her down. Well, that's how she felt until Anastija's voice reached her industrialized ears. Groaning a little, she wondered what she could possibly want.
Actually, the little dancer girl was starting to realize that Anastija was very distraught with Virgil but still clung like a piece of duct tape while she also followed Derreck around like a whining puppy dog. Cel hadn't seen much of it, but it was probably also the case with Pasha. What a needy girl.
Ah well. As long as nothing bad happened, Celia would be hyper and on her toes alll day long. Unfortunately, Ellen was a very smart person and was hoping to get all their little problems out of the way with one sugar high. Still, the girl hoped with all her heart that Anastija would turn it down. Of course, knowing Anastija, she would be going if Virgil and Derreck were going. Which they were.
"Well, if you're all going together.." The needy woman (could she be considered a woman?) said, having a face that said, 'I look like I'm thinking, but I all ready know my answer'. It was really annoying, but it was still there and no one could really do anything about it. "I suppose I can go with you."
And with that simple reply, Celia's head was thrown into her hands with a slap. Now all they really needed was for Russian boy to turn down the hall so they could have the entire... gang? Yes, we'll call them a gang for now. Then they would have the entire gang together and it would be awkward!
So, yes. Celia was hopping around as if she were already drinking the coffee but almost immediately stopped when she saw Virgil. Little Celia couldn't see Derrek behind him because while Virgil was a foot taller than Ellen, he was at least a foot and a half taller than Celia. So, she was forced to look around him just to see Derrek.
Sometimes, people's relationships to each other really bugged Celia. A great pair in example would be Derrek and Virgil. Celia couldn't explain it, but watching them reminded her greatly of someone else's relationship. She just couldn't place whose. It would probably annoy her the entire time she lived in that boarding house with them. Oh, well. It probably wouldn't be a problem once they've seen her with caffiene. Actually, it probably wouldn't be a problem once they actually talked to her when she didn't have caffiene.
So, it was decided that Ellen and Celia would go with Virgil and Derrek to get coffee. Cel thought it would be fun, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to be used for some evil plan Ellen had thought of. Though, maybe her having caffiene was the evil plan. Well, whatever it was, Celia didn't really mind.
Even with the newly added members to the adventure, if this really could be considered an adventure for anyone else, Celia was happy and nothing could bring her down. Well, that's how she felt until Anastija's voice reached her industrialized ears. Groaning a little, she wondered what she could possibly want.
Actually, the little dancer girl was starting to realize that Anastija was very distraught with Virgil but still clung like a piece of duct tape while she also followed Derreck around like a whining puppy dog. Cel hadn't seen much of it, but it was probably also the case with Pasha. What a needy girl.
Ah well. As long as nothing bad happened, Celia would be hyper and on her toes alll day long. Unfortunately, Ellen was a very smart person and was hoping to get all their little problems out of the way with one sugar high. Still, the girl hoped with all her heart that Anastija would turn it down. Of course, knowing Anastija, she would be going if Virgil and Derreck were going. Which they were.
"Well, if you're all going together.." The needy woman (could she be considered a woman?) said, having a face that said, 'I look like I'm thinking, but I all ready know my answer'. It was really annoying, but it was still there and no one could really do anything about it. "I suppose I can go with you."
And with that simple reply, Celia's head was thrown into her hands with a slap. Now all they really needed was for Russian boy to turn down the hall so they could have the entire... gang? Yes, we'll call them a gang for now. Then they would have the entire gang together and it would be awkward!
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"Splendid," said Ellen, in a Donald Pleasance sort of way. And it was. Just one more, and they could get everyone out of the way in one psychotic episode. Things were going very well, considering the fact that she hadn't even planned any of it. Very well indeed.
Virgil, of course, was having slightly different thoughts. He had made a rather fervent attempt at distracting Anastija, and she had caught up with him anyway. Her presence would cripple his advances and lower Derrek's already stunted morale. Why he had taken up with such a nuisance in the first place had escaped his century-old memory. It was as if she had laced a noose around his neck the first time he slept with her, and as if that weren't bad enough, now she had to follow Derrek around like a puppy. Virgil had to admit, though, that for once, he was glad to have chosen such a ridiculous companion. Derrek's extraordinary present-day chivalry couldn't stand the thought of just doing her and getting it over with (though with Anastija it wouldn't be over with until they fled the country), and his intellectual standards made his figurative hackles rise noticeably simply upon being in her company.
"Indeed," said Virgil, a wide, wanton smile spreading across his face. Well, he was going to make the best of things anyway, because Virgil Debris was an ardent optimist. Besides, it didn't matter if he made Anastija upset. It had been so long since they met that he was no longer interested in her in any way. She was an old hat, a burr that had caught in his coatsleeve and gave him no excruciating pain, but an occasional sting as a reminder that it was still there. And she sure as hell was still there, staring at Derrek like he was the lost air conditioning switch for the Mohave Desert. Virgil's lip curled slightly in distaste.
"Where are you all going so fast?" Pasha's voice rang out in the barren hallway, despite his low tone. "A lemming convention, I hope." His Russian-coated pronounciation was well-enunciated, and thus easily understandable, but blatantly foreign nonetheless.
Unfazed as usual, Ellen replied, "Coffee, actually. Celia and I are banned from lemming gatherings of all sorts for our anarchist attachment to silly processes like respiration. Care to join us?" Yes, this was all going perfectly. She couldn't have planned it better, really. Sure, she could have planned it equally well, there was no doubt of that, but this was very impressive for the fluke that it was.
Pasha considered it, as Anastija had, for outward purposes only. Far different purposes from hers, of course, but essentially meaningless anyway. "Slightly better than sitting around here, I suppose. I will."
Virgil, of course, was having slightly different thoughts. He had made a rather fervent attempt at distracting Anastija, and she had caught up with him anyway. Her presence would cripple his advances and lower Derrek's already stunted morale. Why he had taken up with such a nuisance in the first place had escaped his century-old memory. It was as if she had laced a noose around his neck the first time he slept with her, and as if that weren't bad enough, now she had to follow Derrek around like a puppy. Virgil had to admit, though, that for once, he was glad to have chosen such a ridiculous companion. Derrek's extraordinary present-day chivalry couldn't stand the thought of just doing her and getting it over with (though with Anastija it wouldn't be over with until they fled the country), and his intellectual standards made his figurative hackles rise noticeably simply upon being in her company.
"Indeed," said Virgil, a wide, wanton smile spreading across his face. Well, he was going to make the best of things anyway, because Virgil Debris was an ardent optimist. Besides, it didn't matter if he made Anastija upset. It had been so long since they met that he was no longer interested in her in any way. She was an old hat, a burr that had caught in his coatsleeve and gave him no excruciating pain, but an occasional sting as a reminder that it was still there. And she sure as hell was still there, staring at Derrek like he was the lost air conditioning switch for the Mohave Desert. Virgil's lip curled slightly in distaste.
"Where are you all going so fast?" Pasha's voice rang out in the barren hallway, despite his low tone. "A lemming convention, I hope." His Russian-coated pronounciation was well-enunciated, and thus easily understandable, but blatantly foreign nonetheless.
Unfazed as usual, Ellen replied, "Coffee, actually. Celia and I are banned from lemming gatherings of all sorts for our anarchist attachment to silly processes like respiration. Care to join us?" Yes, this was all going perfectly. She couldn't have planned it better, really. Sure, she could have planned it equally well, there was no doubt of that, but this was very impressive for the fluke that it was.
Pasha considered it, as Anastija had, for outward purposes only. Far different purposes from hers, of course, but essentially meaningless anyway. "Slightly better than sitting around here, I suppose. I will."
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Celia hadn't been paying much attention when Pasha suddenly made his appearance. His words, however; made her snap back to reality. At his lemming comment, she found herself stifling a smirk. Hey; the insult may have been directed at her and her best friend but it was still a really good one. Though, Ellen's comeback was even funnier. Still, she said nothing and merely watched as her companion exchanged words with her fellow boarder. At the acceptance of the invitation, Cel couldn't help herself and started to jump around, clapping her hands.
When she noticed the strange stares, she stopped and simply coughed into her hand. "Sorry. It's just exciting to have us all together for coffee." Derreck, on the other hand, didn't find anything about this excursion exciting. Being forced to a coffee shop with his 'best friend', some crazy whore-esque girl, a witty artist, an insane dancer, and an insulting Russian wasn't exactly what Derreck would call a day in the park. Then again, Celia most likely didn't think most of that stuff and didn't know any of his secrets. Thus, she couldn't possibly find this as horrific as he did.
Actually, the prisoner (as he sometimes likes to think of himself) had started to notice that Celia was more of a precious, obedient lapdog rather than a person. Perhaps that could be the start of their friendship. That one little thing they have in common. "Can we just go now? I want my caffiene!" Those were Celia's words and suddenly Derreck's head began to race with a revelation. If that was Celia (clapping and hopping around at the mere mention of a new add-on to the group) without caffiene, what would she be like with it?
"Um. Excuse me, Ellen." He voiced as the group ("Finally, jesus christ!", as Celia put it.) moved down the wide hall. Celia looked up from her activity of poking Pasha in the stomach, even though her name wasn't called. She was very much like a dog, huh? Anyway, Pasha was quite thankful to have her finger out of his intestines. "Is it wise to give Celia caffiene? She really is, well, already.. sort of.. eccentric." Derreck's words made Celia pout and fully stand up so she could somewhat look him straight in the eye. (Damn these tall people!)
"This is a special occasion for us, you know. I am lucky to be getting this caffiene. Please, don't ruin it for me." Celia knew that Ellen wouldn't really take her caffiene away. Ellen had that crazy plan and Cel knew that, even if Ellen hadn't told her. Still, Derreck was amazed at how calmly and nicely she had said that to him. "Well, um. Sorry." He replied, smiling at her nervously. What have I done to us? He thought slightly scornfully as she went back to poking the annoyed Russian.
When she noticed the strange stares, she stopped and simply coughed into her hand. "Sorry. It's just exciting to have us all together for coffee." Derreck, on the other hand, didn't find anything about this excursion exciting. Being forced to a coffee shop with his 'best friend', some crazy whore-esque girl, a witty artist, an insane dancer, and an insulting Russian wasn't exactly what Derreck would call a day in the park. Then again, Celia most likely didn't think most of that stuff and didn't know any of his secrets. Thus, she couldn't possibly find this as horrific as he did.
Actually, the prisoner (as he sometimes likes to think of himself) had started to notice that Celia was more of a precious, obedient lapdog rather than a person. Perhaps that could be the start of their friendship. That one little thing they have in common. "Can we just go now? I want my caffiene!" Those were Celia's words and suddenly Derreck's head began to race with a revelation. If that was Celia (clapping and hopping around at the mere mention of a new add-on to the group) without caffiene, what would she be like with it?
"Um. Excuse me, Ellen." He voiced as the group ("Finally, jesus christ!", as Celia put it.) moved down the wide hall. Celia looked up from her activity of poking Pasha in the stomach, even though her name wasn't called. She was very much like a dog, huh? Anyway, Pasha was quite thankful to have her finger out of his intestines. "Is it wise to give Celia caffiene? She really is, well, already.. sort of.. eccentric." Derreck's words made Celia pout and fully stand up so she could somewhat look him straight in the eye. (Damn these tall people!)
"This is a special occasion for us, you know. I am lucky to be getting this caffiene. Please, don't ruin it for me." Celia knew that Ellen wouldn't really take her caffiene away. Ellen had that crazy plan and Cel knew that, even if Ellen hadn't told her. Still, Derreck was amazed at how calmly and nicely she had said that to him. "Well, um. Sorry." He replied, smiling at her nervously. What have I done to us? He thought slightly scornfully as she went back to poking the annoyed Russian.
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"Live in danger. Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius." Ellen said simply in reply to Derrek's inquiries. A half-smile, closer to a smirk, danced on her lips. This was good. She would have to do something extra-special for Celia later on. (Maybe she'd buy a two-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper next time they went grocery shopping.) She hadn't expected anyone to get scared until they actually saw the caffeine's effect; after all, one cup of coffee didn't do extraordinarily strange things to most people, even if they were slightly abnormal. And yet, somehow Celia had managed to make at least one member of their present company nervous already.
Derrek, oblivious to the scheming going on in Ellen's head, was so taken aback by the fact that she had quoted Nietzsche in everyday conversation that he gave up any further attempt to dissuade her from letting Celia have the energizing substance she craved. The only other person he had ever met who would do something like that was Virgil, and he would only do it for the ultimately frivolous purposes of scoring. Besides, it wasn't overly strange that Virgil would know about such things---he had been alive for centuries, after all.
"In my country," said Pasha grouchily, finally snatching Celia's hand away from his abdomen, "I would cut this finger off." Giving her a meaningful look to further illustrate his point, he released her, crossing his arms and facing more towards the others as he walked.
What a pain in the a**. Pasha did not like being poked. Or touched at all, for that matter. As per usual when this topic came up in his mind, he dismissed the possibility of his containing some deeply-rooted psychological tic which caused this dislike of physical contact. It was really too bad, because he found Celia rather attractive, past her obvious behavioral eccentricities. All the Russian girls his parents had tried to set him up with while he still lived with them (and there had been a lot) had had nothing but flaxen blonde hair---not to his taste at all. And they sure as hell hadn't had such vibrant green eyes as Celia did. He could look at them and almost ignore her babbling. Almost. He wasn't going to make a move on her or anything, of course, even though he knew that his judgement of her personality, having known her for a grand total of half an hour, was most likely too harsh (as it always was). He wasn't the kind of guy to do those things.
Derrek, oblivious to the scheming going on in Ellen's head, was so taken aback by the fact that she had quoted Nietzsche in everyday conversation that he gave up any further attempt to dissuade her from letting Celia have the energizing substance she craved. The only other person he had ever met who would do something like that was Virgil, and he would only do it for the ultimately frivolous purposes of scoring. Besides, it wasn't overly strange that Virgil would know about such things---he had been alive for centuries, after all.
"In my country," said Pasha grouchily, finally snatching Celia's hand away from his abdomen, "I would cut this finger off." Giving her a meaningful look to further illustrate his point, he released her, crossing his arms and facing more towards the others as he walked.
What a pain in the a**. Pasha did not like being poked. Or touched at all, for that matter. As per usual when this topic came up in his mind, he dismissed the possibility of his containing some deeply-rooted psychological tic which caused this dislike of physical contact. It was really too bad, because he found Celia rather attractive, past her obvious behavioral eccentricities. All the Russian girls his parents had tried to set him up with while he still lived with them (and there had been a lot) had had nothing but flaxen blonde hair---not to his taste at all. And they sure as hell hadn't had such vibrant green eyes as Celia did. He could look at them and almost ignore her babbling. Almost. He wasn't going to make a move on her or anything, of course, even though he knew that his judgement of her personality, having known her for a grand total of half an hour, was most likely too harsh (as it always was). He wasn't the kind of guy to do those things.
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After two blocks of travel, silences occasionally punctuated by Virgil and Anastija attempting to engage their separate targets in conversation and generally failing, the group reached their destination: The Proletariat's Coffee, affectionately titled The Prole by its frequenters. These frequenters included Ellen and Celia, of course. And now, they were a full three blocks closer to the establishment than they had been in their previous apartment! It was all very exciting.
A waitress was along soon, her apron splattered with long-dried paint. It was that kind of place. It hadn't been decided yet who would pay, and it probably wouldn't be until the very last moment. Now, it was time to order. Chai tea for Ellen; a vanilla frappuccino for Derrek; hot chocolate for Virgil; a mocha latte for Anastija; spicy cider for Pasha.... That only left one order. The most dreaded order of all, in fact: Celia's.
A waitress was along soon, her apron splattered with long-dried paint. It was that kind of place. It hadn't been decided yet who would pay, and it probably wouldn't be until the very last moment. Now, it was time to order. Chai tea for Ellen; a vanilla frappuccino for Derrek; hot chocolate for Virgil; a mocha latte for Anastija; spicy cider for Pasha.... That only left one order. The most dreaded order of all, in fact: Celia's.
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"Sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode."
"Sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode."
- Celia had been considering her options on the way towards the coffee shop. It was either a Caramel frappuccino with extra caramel, a Vanilla Frappuccino, or a Java Chip Frappuccino with extra chocolate syrup and a single shot of espresso in it. When Derreck ordered his own vanilla flavored frap, she decided on the chocolate one. "A Java Chip Frappuccino with extra chocolate syrup on the whipped cream and a single shot of espresso." She smiled at the waitress. You'd think she'd say no since Celia was a regular and had often wrecked things while hyper in their store. Apparently, money was money - even if it came from a hyperactive dancer. Though, the rest of the group could tell this was a bad idea, whether or not the cafe got money. The only person who wouldn't object was, of course, Ellen. It was all going perfect for her. Celia was going to get so hyped up that later she would just pass out from too much sugar. Kind of like when a crack addict just does too much.
Still, the waitress walked away and left the vampires, the Russian and the whore to stare bewildered at the dancer. "What? I like sugar! And I rarely get to have it. I'm going to shove as much into me as humanly possible." She smiled at them, plopping her chin in her hand and her elbow on the table while looking out the window. She had decided to play some tidbits of Rent in her head. Such a lovely movie; an even lovelier soundtrack. Well, that was what she chose to do until their coffee arrived. The orders came at random times. Ellen's was first since it was such a popular choice that they usually had it premade in pitchers. Virgil's and Pasha's came at the same time. Anastija's came along with Derreck's and Celia's.
The girl smiled and looked at the delectable treat and slowly sucked up some of the whipped cream. It was delicious, just as she expected. Celia usually drank up her coffee like a madwoman. That day;however, she drank it slowly. She really felt like enjoying the drink rather than missing it. Thus, the girl sat with the straw in the right side of her mouth as she slowly sucked up the frappuccino. The extra chocolate made the frozen coffee so much better. She couldn't really notice the espresso shot, but whatever. The taste wasn't the important part; the caffeine was. And, man, was that caffeine kicking in! She could already feel it rushing through her within the first twenty seconds of sipping it into her system. Of course, that was probably just the withdrawals talking.
Derreck was watching Celia very carefully over the top of his own frozen coffee drink. She seemed happy and maybe that was all that mattered. Then again, maybe she would be so happy as to kill all them as well. Not that she could kill Virgil and him. She could try and fail terribly, but she couldn't succeed. Still, he was slightly afraid. Perhaps she could do what Angel did in Rent (because Derreck also loves Rent)! She could be so annoying that they would all jump off hotel buildings. This made the irritated vampire shift eyes over to Anastija who was trying to get him to notice her by pressing out her chest. She instantly stopped and smiled when he looked over. Derreck instantly looked away and sighed inside. Maybe he could sic Celia on that thing and then he would like her.
"Homigash! You know what I just realized?" Celia exclaimed, sitting up straight in her seat, "Derreck doesn't really like Virgil! Yet, he follows him everywhere. What the ex is up with that?!" The dancer was obviously very hyper already. It would only get worse as time went on.
"Sometimes I wish you would explode."
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Well, this was not good. Not good at all. Not even not good. Not good was an understatement. Catastrophic? Maybe not. No, it was not that bad. Why, Derrek thought in frustration, is the English language so limited? Never mind that. It wasn't terribly, horribly awful. He had panicked at first, of course, but as his mind sped along this train of thought, he realized that their cover was most likely in no danger. Pasha probably didn't care enough to pursue the idea that Celia had just hurled onto the table, Anastija didn't even seem to have heard the question, and Celia herself didn't seem focused enough to continue along the same line of thought long enough to come up with any substantial theories. Then he refocused his eyes out of their thinking haze and, upon seeing the interested look on Ellen's face (she was sitting right across from him, he had been unwittingly staring at her the whole time, and he hadn't considered the consequences of her being there yet; what was wrong with him?), his heart dropped back into his stomach. She was intelligent. She'd scarcely said ten words to him, but it didn't matter. He knew she was.
His attempt to cover up his panic making the corners of his mouth twitch ever-so slightly, Derrek turned his eyes entreatingly on Virgil. If there had ever existed a person better at talking their way out of things than Virgil, Derrek had never heard of them. And Derrek had heard of a lot of people. If Virgil would just open his arrogant, smirking mouth, he was sure everything could be solved easily, with no further inquiries and no one persisting in the thought that their relationship was nearly as strange as it really was. Of course, Virgil only returned his pleading gaze with a look of feigned interest. It was as if he had said aloud, Yes, Derrek, why is that? I've been curious myself. Virgil didn't care who found out like Derrek did. Virgil would just dispose of the person and sweep them off on another migration, possibly even trans-continental. Unhappily, Derrek remembered how much he had enjoyed travel before meeting Virgil.
Resolving to speak before Virgil actually did say something to increase his discomfort, Derrek opened his mouth and hoped that something brilliant would come out and alleviate the situation instantly. What did come out was a tiny sound that could only be mistaken for an actual language by someone on drugs. In fact, one could almost describe it as a squeak. Derrek shut his mouth instantly and tried not to think about how much Virgil was without a doubt laughing in his head.
"These are men we're talking about," Ellen said suddenly. "It would be an offense to their sex if they showed any affection towards each other." Not that she actually believed that in this case. No, there was definitely something else going on between those two. But she had let Celia loose on them on the very first day they met (and with caffeine in her, no less). Perhaps she owed it to the obviously flustered young man across from her to curb Celia's Tourette's-like tendencies a bit, if the question really bothered him as much as she suspected it did. She could prepare everyone else for the transition away from the subject that Celia would most likely effect soon with her next hyper antics, but she personally wouldn't be forgetting it so quickly.
His attempt to cover up his panic making the corners of his mouth twitch ever-so slightly, Derrek turned his eyes entreatingly on Virgil. If there had ever existed a person better at talking their way out of things than Virgil, Derrek had never heard of them. And Derrek had heard of a lot of people. If Virgil would just open his arrogant, smirking mouth, he was sure everything could be solved easily, with no further inquiries and no one persisting in the thought that their relationship was nearly as strange as it really was. Of course, Virgil only returned his pleading gaze with a look of feigned interest. It was as if he had said aloud, Yes, Derrek, why is that? I've been curious myself. Virgil didn't care who found out like Derrek did. Virgil would just dispose of the person and sweep them off on another migration, possibly even trans-continental. Unhappily, Derrek remembered how much he had enjoyed travel before meeting Virgil.
Resolving to speak before Virgil actually did say something to increase his discomfort, Derrek opened his mouth and hoped that something brilliant would come out and alleviate the situation instantly. What did come out was a tiny sound that could only be mistaken for an actual language by someone on drugs. In fact, one could almost describe it as a squeak. Derrek shut his mouth instantly and tried not to think about how much Virgil was without a doubt laughing in his head.
"These are men we're talking about," Ellen said suddenly. "It would be an offense to their sex if they showed any affection towards each other." Not that she actually believed that in this case. No, there was definitely something else going on between those two. But she had let Celia loose on them on the very first day they met (and with caffeine in her, no less). Perhaps she owed it to the obviously flustered young man across from her to curb Celia's Tourette's-like tendencies a bit, if the question really bothered him as much as she suspected it did. She could prepare everyone else for the transition away from the subject that Celia would most likely effect soon with her next hyper antics, but she personally wouldn't be forgetting it so quickly.
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- Since we are lost as to what to do in this situation and there's not much we can do, we are skipping in time! We will be like.. that guy in The Time Machine! Only we will not run into scary monsters or anything like that. Well, we'll run into Anastija, but we'll take her.
ANYWAY, it's months later after the coffee house incident and Celia has forgotten all about her seemingly innocent question (but only because Ellen said they were male). Over those months, she and Derrek bonded over their common love for Rent (and secretly, Derrek's infatuation with Ellen. Poor doll). They would make jokes together about the movie and frown over Angel and watch it together every once in awhile - meaning once a week; usually Friday nights. Ellen tended to stay away from them on those nights since she did not share this love for that movie.
Other than that, though, life was normal. Ellen and Celia created huge messes in the boarding house and commented on Anastija's whore-esque personality to anger her. Though, they really haven't seen much of her lately. That could be because they haven't seen much of Virgil, either. There could be a million coincidental reasons for both disappearances, but they were sure only one was true. Virgil must've been very sex deprived to sleep with that annoying girl once again.
As for Pasha, well, he's been Pasha. Snide remarks and threats to Celia for either poking him too much or jumping on his bed in her shoes. At least he was used to her and wasn't getting as annoyed as he used to before. Though, it was still annoying when she constantly poked his side like that. He was not used to such contact from anyone, especially a female of her... type. What he really means by type is an insane girl who is addicted to caffeine and sugar who enjoys annoying the living life out of everyone she knows. Which was okay, he supposed, once you got to know her. After that, she wasn't so bad. She was actually kind of intelligent under all that hyped up sugar rush surface.
Speaking of Pasha and Celia and Ellen and Derrek! On a specific day in those following months, they decided to venture to... a regular park! You know, one with swings and children and slides? That kind of park. Why would they venture to such a place? A picnic, of course! Well, not really a normal picnic. A drug picnic.
That's right: drug picnic. They were going to sit there, on drugs, at a park and view the wonderful activities of life. Well, not activities of life, just the wonderful activities of the park. Derrek would be on some sort of hallucinogen, Celia would be on Triple C or something like that, Ellen probably did everything, and Pasha will avoid the drugs and simply drink loads of vodka (hooray for racial stereotypes!). It would be a strange sight: a few young adults drinking and wigging out like people from the 60's. Let's just hope no cops roll around and go, "Hey! Are you high?" If that were to happen , something strange (like Derrek and Pasha suddenly kissing) would have to happen to get them out of it.
Though, that's bound not to happen, so they are free to be high and happy. That's what they did, too. They sat at a bench with Pasha's bottles of vodka being passed around and everyone laughing at words that aren't even very funny, especially Celia and Derrek. And that's all Krissie has. D;
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"That one looks like a flower."
"You ******** hippie. It's obviously a human skull. Those things you foolishly mistook for petals are maggots crawling in the right eye socket. Look at the whole picture for once."
So went the conversation between Derrek and Ellen, respectively, as they cloudwatched, ignoring the fact that the only thing obscuring the rich powder blue of the sky that day was part of the thick oak tree they were lying under. While most people on LSD would either sit back and enjoy the beauty of everything or go crazy from the hideousness of everything, they argued over whether everything was, in fact, beautiful or hideous.
"That one looks like Friedrich Nietzsche."
"And the one next to his left eye looks like a zeppelin."
"A Led Zeppelin?"
"Is there any other kind worth having?"
"Right," Ellen agreed, and proceeded to do something she had never done before: she kissed Derrek. It seemed logical; they were lying right next to each other, no one was watching Rent, and, the most convincing argument of all for the "it seemed like a good idea" side, she was on drugs. True, she would most likely feel differently about the whole thing later, but at the moment, it was just something that happened.
Throughout the cloud discussion, Pasha had been concentrating on his vodka. Well, he had been trying to, anyway, but with Celia sitting next to him looking calm and serene (for once in her life) and not saying a single word, he was finding it difficult to wrest his attention from her. He didn't like her. He was sure he didn't. At least, he thought he was sure. He was pretty sure he didn't. He had a vague idea that he was almost positive that he really didn't at all. He had been drinking too much, clearly. But he had a pretty high tolerance...
It was actually a relief when Pasha looked over and saw Ellen and Derrek acting much, much friendlier to each other than they had at any other point in the three months since Ellen and Celia had moved into the boarding house. The mind-blowing strangeness of it (almost) completely distracted him from Celia. He was even a little disappointed when Ellen pulled herself away from Derrek. It did; however, give him an opportunity to voice his shock and disbelief, and he took advantage of it.
"What the ********]" he asked with no concern for the poor, innocent ears of whatever children might be about. He was deceptively nonchalant. Shrieking it wouldn't do: if he tried to get it out too fast, the whole thing would be slurred into a long, utterly incoherent exclamation.
Ellen was too busy trying to stick her tongue out far enough for inspection to pay any attention to Pasha's interrogation. "You have really sharp teeth," she told Derrek matter-of-factly.
"You ******** hippie. It's obviously a human skull. Those things you foolishly mistook for petals are maggots crawling in the right eye socket. Look at the whole picture for once."
So went the conversation between Derrek and Ellen, respectively, as they cloudwatched, ignoring the fact that the only thing obscuring the rich powder blue of the sky that day was part of the thick oak tree they were lying under. While most people on LSD would either sit back and enjoy the beauty of everything or go crazy from the hideousness of everything, they argued over whether everything was, in fact, beautiful or hideous.
"That one looks like Friedrich Nietzsche."
"And the one next to his left eye looks like a zeppelin."
"A Led Zeppelin?"
"Is there any other kind worth having?"
"Right," Ellen agreed, and proceeded to do something she had never done before: she kissed Derrek. It seemed logical; they were lying right next to each other, no one was watching Rent, and, the most convincing argument of all for the "it seemed like a good idea" side, she was on drugs. True, she would most likely feel differently about the whole thing later, but at the moment, it was just something that happened.
Throughout the cloud discussion, Pasha had been concentrating on his vodka. Well, he had been trying to, anyway, but with Celia sitting next to him looking calm and serene (for once in her life) and not saying a single word, he was finding it difficult to wrest his attention from her. He didn't like her. He was sure he didn't. At least, he thought he was sure. He was pretty sure he didn't. He had a vague idea that he was almost positive that he really didn't at all. He had been drinking too much, clearly. But he had a pretty high tolerance...
It was actually a relief when Pasha looked over and saw Ellen and Derrek acting much, much friendlier to each other than they had at any other point in the three months since Ellen and Celia had moved into the boarding house. The mind-blowing strangeness of it (almost) completely distracted him from Celia. He was even a little disappointed when Ellen pulled herself away from Derrek. It did; however, give him an opportunity to voice his shock and disbelief, and he took advantage of it.
"What the ********]" he asked with no concern for the poor, innocent ears of whatever children might be about. He was deceptively nonchalant. Shrieking it wouldn't do: if he tried to get it out too fast, the whole thing would be slurred into a long, utterly incoherent exclamation.
Ellen was too busy trying to stick her tongue out far enough for inspection to pay any attention to Pasha's interrogation. "You have really sharp teeth," she told Derrek matter-of-factly.
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Cloudwatching was not something Celia was fond of. It was just too laid back for her, even if she was on the most calming drug. Besides, she was sure that on Triple C's it wouldn't be any fun to cloudwatch. She most likely wouldn't even see clouds with the dose she had taken. How many pills had she taken down now? Had it been twelve or fifteen? Cel didn't care; she was giddy and calm and loving it.
Letting out a long sigh, she stretched her arms across the table and rested on it. Pasha looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. The Russian drunk was not used to seeing his roommate so... calm and collected. He had also never seen her so truly happy. Ignoring his thoughts, he took another gulp from his coffee mug of vodka (because the bottle would be too obvious). His eyes wandered from the now humming dancer to the couple cloudwatching. He didn't understand how they could both simply sit and watch fluffy things in the sky and be entertained. Though, they did seem to be enjoying the shapes. Perhaps it was more fun than he thought. Pasha looked up at the clouds they had commented and didn't see what either of them had said. All he saw was a lump.
"Are you looking at a cloud, Pasha darling?" Celia slurred her question out, tilting her head a fraction to see his eyes. The drunken man was surprised and jumped a little. Celia smirked and stretched back into a upright sitting position. "It's okay. I used to try, too. All I ever saw was dinosaurs. Ellen can see wonderful things, sometimes." Pasha figured that was better than him. All he had seen was a, well, a cloud.
"Uhm, well, at least you saw something." He said, releasing his thoughts out into the world, "All I saw was a simple, fluffy cloud." At this , the girl laughed aloud, getting a few stares from the mothers behind her. Her laugh continued for a good two minutes and then, she just stopped and stared. He wondered if he should say something or not. He decided it would be safer not to.
"Listen, Pavel, dear. It's okay if you can't see images in clouds. Sometimes people just aren't as connected with the world as others." Pasha was confused; was Celia having a deep moment or was this a drug-induced speech? "I bet Elvis never looked up at the sky and said, 'Uh, hey. That cloud looks a little like a star, uh huh'. Then again, he might have. I'm just trying to reassure you that you're not a freak." Again, she was laughing. Pasha didn't see the joke in any of her words and so he frowned. Tired of her laughter and her calm insanity, he turned again to watch the cloudwatchers. What he saw was a complete heart stopper. "What the ********]
At his cursing (which wasn't unusual), Celia turned to see what had surprised him. Her mouth dropped open and she blinked. Her hands rubbed her eyes and she blinked again. "What the ********] Celia had bugged Ellen sometimes about her having the hots for Derrek, but she didn't think there had actually been anything. And unless Ellen was so high, she just wanted a good kiss, Celia was sure her best friend wouldn't just kiss a friend like that.
and that's where kristina's brain stopped working.
Cloudwatching was not something Celia was fond of. It was just too laid back for her, even if she was on the most calming drug. Besides, she was sure that on Triple C's it wouldn't be any fun to cloudwatch. She most likely wouldn't even see clouds with the dose she had taken. How many pills had she taken down now? Had it been twelve or fifteen? Cel didn't care; she was giddy and calm and loving it.
Letting out a long sigh, she stretched her arms across the table and rested on it. Pasha looked at her and quirked an eyebrow. The Russian drunk was not used to seeing his roommate so... calm and collected. He had also never seen her so truly happy. Ignoring his thoughts, he took another gulp from his coffee mug of vodka (because the bottle would be too obvious). His eyes wandered from the now humming dancer to the couple cloudwatching. He didn't understand how they could both simply sit and watch fluffy things in the sky and be entertained. Though, they did seem to be enjoying the shapes. Perhaps it was more fun than he thought. Pasha looked up at the clouds they had commented and didn't see what either of them had said. All he saw was a lump.
"Are you looking at a cloud, Pasha darling?" Celia slurred her question out, tilting her head a fraction to see his eyes. The drunken man was surprised and jumped a little. Celia smirked and stretched back into a upright sitting position. "It's okay. I used to try, too. All I ever saw was dinosaurs. Ellen can see wonderful things, sometimes." Pasha figured that was better than him. All he had seen was a, well, a cloud.
"Uhm, well, at least you saw something." He said, releasing his thoughts out into the world, "All I saw was a simple, fluffy cloud." At this , the girl laughed aloud, getting a few stares from the mothers behind her. Her laugh continued for a good two minutes and then, she just stopped and stared. He wondered if he should say something or not. He decided it would be safer not to.
"Listen, Pavel, dear. It's okay if you can't see images in clouds. Sometimes people just aren't as connected with the world as others." Pasha was confused; was Celia having a deep moment or was this a drug-induced speech? "I bet Elvis never looked up at the sky and said, 'Uh, hey. That cloud looks a little like a star, uh huh'. Then again, he might have. I'm just trying to reassure you that you're not a freak." Again, she was laughing. Pasha didn't see the joke in any of her words and so he frowned. Tired of her laughter and her calm insanity, he turned again to watch the cloudwatchers. What he saw was a complete heart stopper. "What the ********]
At his cursing (which wasn't unusual), Celia turned to see what had surprised him. Her mouth dropped open and she blinked. Her hands rubbed her eyes and she blinked again. "What the ********] Celia had bugged Ellen sometimes about her having the hots for Derrek, but she didn't think there had actually been anything. And unless Ellen was so high, she just wanted a good kiss, Celia was sure her best friend wouldn't just kiss a friend like that.
and that's where kristina's brain stopped working.