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| Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better; Chris // Aqua | |
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| Ammy | Sep 6 2010, 09:09 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="335" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i43.tinypic.com/246p0ug.png" height=64> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="de1862"> <font color=FCDFFF size=1> <div align=right> <font face=georgia size=4> <br>friday, summer 27th08<br> </font> ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁<br> time ;; 10:00 a.m. outfit;; click [/align] <br><br> Tonight. It was tonight. Tonight was the night when she would stand on that stage in front of a hundred people and sing her heart out. She could sit and rehearse her lines, memorise all the timbre and tones her words should carry, drive herself crazy with her choreography and pacing. But that would be simply maddening. She had to get away-- away from it all. It didn't have to be for long: ten minutes, two hours, however long it took to clear her head. How long wasn't important, the question was where. This island was so small, and yet so vast, she had lived here almost three seasons and not explored every inch of it. Chris took the easiest answer, to simply wander and hope she stumbled upon a Terabithia to call her own.<br><br> For once she had decided dressing nicely simply wasn't worth the effort. Comfort first, today. The bottom of her sweatpants were wet with mud and water from a detour through a creek, and her hair was tied up by a bright yellow bandanna. Chris would be spending the next three evenings looking like a movie star, this morning would be good for looking like a normal human being who didn't give a damn. She pushed past the dense forest foliage, trying to keep the reaching branches and brambles at bay. Despite the summer heat, Chris could feel the air around her grow cooler. Curious. She noted that the higher up the incline the better the temperature got, and figured it had to be the altitude. The science behind that was flawed, the hill wasn't nearly steep or high enough for such a drastic change, but it mad a lot more sense than saying "the Harvest Goddess did it." She was naturally a sceptical person, letting the blame for a sudden drop of temperature fall upon a mysterious nature spirit would be out of character. Chris pressed on, pushing past tree after tree until finally, finally, she arrived at the apex of the hill, and coincidentally, where she would be clearing her mind, God willing.<br><br> "прекрасный..." she muttered, her native Russian tongue sounding so strange to her ears. Chris rarely got the chance to speak it, and when she did it always seemed to be some curse or another. She sighed, shoving her hands into the pockets of her pants as she took a look around. A simple clearing in the woods, bursting with flowers in bloom, and so late in the season. She made a mental note to tell Abe about about her discovery, it was the sort of thing he loved for. Flowers and harmony. She smiled, snorting softly under her breath.<br><br> Chris stepped gingerly into the glade, pushing aside the flowers with the toe of her show. She felt like she was walking amongst a glass menagerie or in a museum, wonderful to behold, but you were afraid to touch anything.<br><br> At last the woman thought Scew it! and kicked off her sneakers, lying amongst the flowers. They wee so tall, reaching past her chin when she sank into them. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Already she could feel her mind just going blank, enjoying the nature. Yeah, she could get used to this. <br><br> </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/25s1ymx.png" height="41"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 6 2010, 09:42 PM Post #2 |
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Aqua Avon "How is this sapphire again?" ------------------------------------------------- Didn't the heat hold off anywhere on this island? It would make exploring a lot more comfortable! Oh wait, it just did! Nice weather we're having. Aqua let out a small sigh of relief. Man, how did this place do it? And look at all the pretty flowers! Make a good profit picking off of these! Nah, he had a job now. Nothing to worry about. But a little thrill wouldn't hurt much. Ever since the Summer King was done and over with, things had been boring! Except the fireflys started coming out. They were pretty to see. But not this early in the morning! Nothing was out here! Okay, except for the occasional rabbit or squirrel. Other than that, nothing! This had flowers, big whoop. Oh wait, flowers! He should bring some home to Aspen! She'll love them! New mission: find the prettiest flower in the whole damn place. The prettier, the better! And off Aqua dove into the vegetation, trying to find the healthiest looking ones. Quite a sight to see, his large black spikes poking out of grass. Like a shark! All he needed was the theme music. But for now, he'd have to play it in his head. At least his efforts were going well. Aha! There's one! And another! And another! Beautiful! Oh, yes! Right there! Had to get that one. Then out of freaking no where, some shoes came flying in, right on top of the flowers. He didn't have a chance to move or anything! If he did, those sneaks would have gotten him instead. But still! "Ah no way man!" he cried, scrambling forward, Crushed, they had to be. Oh the sadness! "Aw man! Death by footwear!". A terrible death to die! Nooooooooo! Oh the agony! Now Aspen won't have enough pretty flowers. "Really, could you pick a bet- hello!" he began, before catching sight of the owner of the killing shoes. Aqua's jaw dropped. It was her. The judge from the Summer King. The one who kept making the faces at him. Of course it was her, who else would it be. |
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| Ammy | Sep 6 2010, 10:38 PM Post #3 |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 7 2010, 01:32 AM Post #4 |
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Aqua Avon "Yeah, hi how ya doing?" ------------------------------------- He almost forgot how to speak. It wasn't everyday you saw someone who sent death threats through her eyes.At least there weren't any today! "Uhm..hey. Yeah, me to" he replied, picking himself up off the ground. Crap, his clothes were all muddy. He'd have to wash them before Aspen got home. Didn't want to bother her with the laundry and all. "You're uh...uh... Christina right? No! Something with a Chris in it." he stammered, trying to remember her name. It was something like that! He knew it was! Either way, she was the judge from the competition, that had a look that could kill. Perhaps not today. She was just as dirty as he was! But was she doing here for? Was she here to pick flowers to? Girls did that kind of stuff, so that must have been it! Oh wait, she wasn't carrying any. Okay, get rid of that thought. Hey, at least his flower's were fine. Not too crumpled up. And he could always pick more anyway. "Oh yeah, I'm Aqua. I mean...I know you know my name..but we haven't actually been introduced personally. So uh..hi" he managed to get out, holding out his free hand. No need to be rude, Especially not to her. |
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| Ammy | Sep 8 2010, 03:32 PM Post #5 |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="335" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i43.tinypic.com/246p0ug.png" height=64> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="de1862"> <font color=FCDFFF size=1> <div align=right> <font face=georgia size=4> <br>friday, summer 27th08<br> </font> ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁<br> time ;; 10:00 a.m. outfit;; click [/align] <br><br> God damn, that hair. And she thought her hair was ridiculous, but it was nothing compared to the hair on this guy’s head, jutting out in harsh spikes like the Rocky Mountains. Chris didn’t mind spiky hair, really, she supposed statistically she kind of found it attractive. At least, if you looked at the guys she was into. Natural was generally best, with hair gel being okay if used in moderation, which was something this guy dearly needed a lesson in. As her eyes traced the tips of his spikes, she flexed her fingers and imagined how greasy his hair had to be. Like stroking an oil slick. She shivered, rubbing her hand on her pants leg as if she had something on it. Chris was still relatively clean, considering her hike, some dirt had collected on the butt of her pants, and then the bottom of her jeans were a little wet with mud, but she wasn’t that dirty (she hoped.) Had this guy been rolling in dirt, or something?<br><br> "You're uh...uh... Christina right? No! Something with a Chris in it." Her expression fell, one eyebrow raised in mild annoyance. Christina? She wasn’t all that fond of her actual name, but Christina was even worse. Somehow. Less of a holiday-themed name, sure, but in many ways that awful name of Christmas had grown on her over the nineteen years she had bore it. Brow furrowed, she said, “Christmas. Christmas Heikki.” You’d think he would remember the name of one of the judges, but whatever. Just whatever.<br><br> She issued a quiet sigh as he rambled on, suddenly reminded of another spiky haired man who lost his head around her. She shook her head, smiling lightly at the thought. The smile was short-lived, falling as he addressed her again. “Yeah... hey,” Chris said, tone flat as she settled back down, trying her damnedest to not let anyone get in the way of her relaxation hour. “So... what brings you up here?” she asked, regretting her little conversation-starter the moment it left her lips. <br><br> </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/25s1ymx.png" height="41"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 9 2010, 04:11 AM Post #6 |
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Aqua Avon "Plus one point for me!" ---------------------------------- Uh oh, the unhappy faces again. Good thing Aqua was wearing his shades, all the better to hide his fear. But hey! He got some of her name right! There was a Chris in there! Another point to scorecard! And one point for her, for having a name as strange as his! A lot of poeple had asked him growing up, "Why the name Aqua?". The answer changed all the time. It was quite interesting making them up! He just liked seeing the reactions. Oh, the fun he used to have! “So... what brings you up here?” "Uhm..". Oh god, what to say. His hand dropped back to his side, brushing up against a dirt spot on his pants. Oh right! Should he really tell her? Eh, why not. So, Aqua held up the hand with the flowers. "Getting these. Somehow, I ended up here. Saw the flowers, got thinking. Thought my roommate would love em!" he explained, wearing a triumphant face. "She's a real sweet cat, ya know. This should make her heart shine!". There, all said and done. Nothing to it, but to do it! "So, why are you here? I spilled my beans, now its your turn" Aqua said, pushing up his sunglasses to better emphasize the look on his face. |
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| Ammy | Sep 15 2010, 03:55 PM Post #7 |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 15 2010, 11:11 PM Post #8 |
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Aqua Avon " Oh really now?" --------------------------------- Is that so? Makes sense, coming way out here. Girls did enjoy their private time. Even if it meant singing to the flowers. Cause for some reason, girls like to sing and dance with inanimate objects. Which somehow became animated. Damn movies and their defiance of everything! Especially the ones with the princess! Those were the most messed up! But...what was Chris getting all private about? Was practicing for a musical really that embarrassing? Maybe she was the shy type. Wait no, that couldn't be it. Probably just in front of crowds. Aqua used to be like that to....before he hit puberty. At that moment, he decided he was a man and stopped being scared of everything. "Oh! That sounds cool. I'm sure you'll do fabulous" he said, a twinkle in his eye. Now where was this being held? He'd definitely had to go! With Aspen, of course. Even if she couldn't hear it, just watching everyone up there was exciting enough! Maybe he could get some more answers out of Chris here. With or without them, they were gonna show up anyway! Nothing can stop the A-Man! Well, most things couldn't. It was fun pretending to be Superman! Better than Aqua Man, since that was taken. And he was freaking tired of everyone making fun of his name! But couldn't his parents name him Bat or Spider? At least people like them! Punishment, for having hippies as parents. "But uh....sorry for interrupting you. If you were doing anything. Destiny works in crazy ways~" Aqua said, singing the last part a little bit. As much fun as show biz was, its a tough job for anyone. Chrisy Chris must be one kick a** cat for living that kinda of life. It would be really rad if a talent scout got her in a movie or something. Now that he would go see, even if he had no legs and dragged himself there! Not everyday you meet a celebrity! Oh, that would be great! He could do their hair! Just....like....Leon's..... |
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| Ammy | Sep 20 2010, 03:40 PM Post #9 |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 21 2010, 01:21 AM Post #10 |
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Aqua Avon "You gotta be optimistic, baby~" ---------------------------------------------- That didn't sound very reassuring. For an actress, she wasn't very into the big possibility that somethign bigger was upon them! Sure it was a bunch of mumbo jumbo. but it was still cool! "There are no such things as coincidences" Aqua quoted. "Everything that happens is meant to be. Makes life more fun that way!" he added with a smile. Coincidence was like the word normal. Something you say to make everyone happy. So they won't panic. A bunch of shizz, really. No such thing as normal. There was proof of that. But no, the general population had spoken! That's why he came up with the bizarre hairstyles. Like his current. Got it out of a punk rock magazine. But it was in a Mohawk. Sorry, did that one six years ago! All fronty front was cooler! Actually, it was almost time for another change! The three year mark was coming up, Fall fifteenth! That's the day a drastic new change would occur. He'd change his hair, cruz around with Lee, and have a lovely dinner with Aspen. Oh yeah, sounded good! Though, Aspen would probably throw a fit. She loves his hair! She'll be sad, but will get over it. Cause no one can stay made at him forever! Right? Oh, light bulb moment! Since Aqua didn't know what style to have, maybe he should get some opinions? And why not from Chrisy here? "Oh, by the way, I have a small question for you. It won't take long, I promise. And when you answer it, I'll leave you alone to uh...practice. But only if you really want me to" he said, a wink and a small smile accompanying his words. C'mon, can't resist this, could she? Girls were always after their men about their hair. Perhaps he could get something out of her? Take your time, dear. Aqua can wait all day. Well, until he has to go to work, anyway. |
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| Ammy | Sep 29 2010, 09:17 PM Post #11 |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Sep 30 2010, 01:32 AM Post #12 |
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![]() Aqua Avon "Alright, promise not to laugh" -------------------------------------------- Yay, she didn't laugh and walk away! Yet. Act fast, take to long and you'll lose her! "Okay, okay, listen up now. My question of that day for you is....hair styles. Yes, I know what you might be thinking, bur hear me out. Every three years on my birthday, I get myself a new fro, know what I'm saying?" Aqua asked, looking at Chris expectantly. "Right. So guess what? The thee year mark is coming up in a few weeks. You know what means~!" he continued, raising up his arms. Twirling them around for a bit, he stopped them right in the perfect invite position. Like asking a girlfriend to dance with you in a really stupid fashion. "Here's the thing: I need a new style, but surprisingly, I have no ideas whatsoever. That's where you come in. What kind of fro would you, or any girl for that matter, like to see on this handsome head" Aqua ended, awaiting his answer. C'mon, where's the face? The "are you serious?" face. He gets that a couple times every three years! But some people have pretty good ideas. Like the punk who recommended the ultimate spikes ever. With such long hair, the possibilities were endless! So, that's exactly what he did! But for some odd, and unexplainable reason, all the girls here weren't all too impressed by his style. Except for Aspen. Cause she's sweet like that! And likes unusual things. Maybe both, or maybe her hot roommate. Why not? Who else would spend hours a day blasting music with the deaf girl? Aqua would and does! He's boss like that, duh hurr! (((And that's all I got for now. )))
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[align=center] People say you've been talking, you got a big mouth. Saying words you know aren't true, what the hell are you talking about? So now we have a conundrum, and the problem is clearly you. This is the part where it gets ugly, and the solution getting rid of you. You'll never be safe in the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark. With a shovel and a bag full of lime, and I'll say the devil made me do it. [/align] | |
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| Ammy | Oct 4 2010, 11:31 PM Post #13 |
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[dohtml] [align=center] <table align=center width="335" cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 border=0> <tr> <td background="http://i43.tinypic.com/246p0ug.png" height=64> </td> </tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="de1862"> <font color=FCDFFF size=1> <div align=right> <font face=georgia size=4> <br>friday, summer 27th08<br> </font> ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁ ❁<br> time ;; 10:00 a.m. outfit;; click [/align] <br><br> At the very least this would be good for a laugh, something quick to entertain her before she had to go entertain others. Not that she was complaining. Whether or not she would admit it (usually she did) but she loved the spotlight. It didn’t matter if it was because she was on stage or robbing banks, attention was attention. She practically ran on it, go so long without it and she breaks down. Becomes an emotional wreck. That sort of thing. Luckily, Abe was usually there to give her that attention. Oh, and her hair usually garner some attention. Sometimes the bad kind.<br><br> Figuring she should probably not get too off-track, she focused back on the boy. “Sounds legit,” she said, immediately wondering why she used that word. Then immediately wondered why he was flailing his arms around, unless they’d developed a mind of their own. No, seriously, it looked stupid. Thankfully he stopped, but goddamn.<br><br> ” What kind of fro would you, or any girl for that matter, like to see on this handsome head?"<br><br> Ah, now there was that ego she had seen in the pageant. That was probably why he didn’t win, in fact. Chris was okay with some ego, but you had to back it up. No throwing compliments towards oneself unless they proved it first. She considered him a second, then said, “Just shave it all off. Go bald, it’s all the rage and makes you look older.” Except for some people who had baby faces, then they looked like... well, exactly what it sounded like they looked like. Something buzzed in her pocket, her clunky cell phone. Abe. Dammit.<br><br> Hurrying to her feet, she nodded to Aqua. “Well, I’ve got to get going. Show and all, catch you later,” she bid him good-bye with a casual salute, before waltzing off, allowing him to consider her suggestion alone. <br><br> </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/25s1ymx.png" height="41"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 5 2010, 03:53 AM Post #14 |
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![]() Aqua Avon "........What the f****" --------------------------------------- Silence. Save for the rustling of the grass as Crhis walked off. Aqua only stood there in a daze. "Yeah.....bye....." he called over his shoulder, even if his heart wasn't in it. Way to ruin the mood. Bald....bald....no it wasn't! That was not a desirable look. He'd like to have some of his hair at least. What's the girls on this island? Was Chris still pissy at him from the Summer King? Seriously, he was robbed at that dumb thing. How could those judges not like him? Surely he racked up some brownie points with them! But no! Give the prizes to Flippy and Red Head Speedo! That's what happens when you live on this dopey little island. No, loves this island. But its inhabitants were a little.......picky about who whose a** they kissed. Kinda sad when you're roomie was your loudest fan. C'mon, what didn't Chris see in him? He's hot, and cool, and actually does have great hair when its not in spikes. Longer and silkier than hers! Wait a minute, of course! They were all jealous of his hair cause it was better then theirs. But next year, oh yes that competition will so be his! If it comes on next year. It better. Redemption! Vengeance shall be his! Clutching the flowers in his hands, Aqua shouldered his way out of the glade. Chris only said that to screw with him. Right? Totally. Messing around with him personally. Good job, the damage was done. Next time they meet...things will be very different. So incredibly different. Yeah, that's right. When that time came...he'd ask her out. Maybe. Unless of course, someone else beat her to the punch. Really, who could deny this hot slice? She just did. Well....crud. Eh, better get these home. Had to ask Aspen out to see the fireflies anyway. Again, too sweet of a gal. (((Ego stoking done for now.))) |
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[align=center] People say you've been talking, you got a big mouth. Saying words you know aren't true, what the hell are you talking about? So now we have a conundrum, and the problem is clearly you. This is the part where it gets ugly, and the solution getting rid of you. You'll never be safe in the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark. With a shovel and a bag full of lime, and I'll say the devil made me do it. [/align] | |
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