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Post by cael on Apr 12, 2012 22:37:04 GMT -6
==> FA: Climb all over her and initiate sloppy makeouts.
Well uh. You're kind of already all over her, and okay you kind of were thinking about maybe making out a littJUST SHUT UP SILLY ARROW, YOU CAN DO THIS ALL BY YOURSELF THANKS!!!!!
Yeesh. Your arrows really can be rude sometimes. [/center] Cael pushed the strange thoughts of sloppy makeouts to the side and pulled away, but held onto Gail's hand, not at all midly afraid that she might make a run for it. Nope not at all. Besides, she really was a touchy person. Hugs and glomps and kisses and hand-holding all the way, sistah!
She began idly skating in the general direction of the Chinese place, slow enough to accommodate a walking pace.
CAEL: just alright? oh gosh saying that is like a crime in my family.
CAEL: but i think thats because i make it a crime because its only me and cash haha!
CAEL: its kay though, cash knows whats up even if he is a huge dork
CAEL: what about you do you have any family?
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 12, 2012 22:45:51 GMT -6
==> FT: succumb to overwhelming lust
you'd totally do that if lust was even a thing for you. pfft. that stuff just isn't on your radar. got no time for it. [/center] Gail's first reaction to Cael trying to grab her hand was to draw her sword and strife the shit out of the girl, but for some reason she didn't do it. Maybe it was because on some level she could tell that this girl was just as good at strifing as Gail was. And while Gail loved a good challenge as much as the next strife addict, she had no interest in starting a potentially fatal fight over something abominably stupid. It ain't just survival of the fittest, but survival of the smartest. And Gail was both.
Speaking of which, Cael was pretty fit too. Gail walked with her. Didn't even bother to yank her hand out of Cael's.
gail: its just food
gail: i have a sister
gail: gwen
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Post by cael on Apr 12, 2012 23:24:26 GMT -6
==> FA: Take her right there on the street.
Thanks, but you'd like to think that you have a bit more decorum than that!
==> FA: DO HER NOW
No means no!!!!!!
Gosh you are a CLASSY LADY and you will at least buy her a meal before jumping her! [/center] This was proving to be EXCELLENT FUN, especially making Gail talk about things. Cael was beginning to understand that her new BFFSY was not the most verbose of people, but gosh darn if she wasn't going to make the coolkid open up and maybe take off those shades!
Her hand was comfortable. So very comfortable.
CAEL: oh gosh miss gail you are going to make me have to strife you!
CAEL: just food? PSHAAAAAAW!!!!!!
CAEL: chinese food is like ambrosia sistah!
CAEL: its the fluffin food of the gods!
CAEL: speaking of strifing though
CAEL: do you strife your sister gwen a lot?
CAEL: because i strife cash a lot and hoo boy, sometimes i think maybe thats not a thing that good sistahs do
CAEL: but heeeeeey strifing is just soooooo much fun yknow
CAEL: hey maybe we should strife sometime!
CAEL: dont worry i know all the good hospitals around here
CAEL: HAR!!!!!!
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 13, 2012 11:07:02 GMT -6
==> FT: break hand
god this arrow just doesn't get it. you're not gonna do something STUPID for NO GOOD REASON.
you are not that kind of HUGE BITCH. you are an ENTIRELY UNIQUE kind of huge bitch. [/center] Gail wasn't really sure why she was putting up with this junk. Maybe 'cause it was just easier to go with the flow rather than make a big deal out of things and strife it up. Though she DID enjoy strifing. Hrm. Dilemma. It really made sense to just whip out the ol' BADASS KATANA and just start slicin' and dicin' bitches. Or at the very least, strifing to show said bitches what's what.
Yet she found she didn't want to do any of those things. At least, not yet. There was gonna be free food. It might even taste all right. Truth be told she actually did have a secret fondness for the CUISINE OF THE ORIENT, or rather the Americanized pseudo-cuisine of oriental stereotypes. Whichever.
gail: yeah we strife
gail: sis needs to get tough
gail: sure we can strife sometime
gail: hope you like those hospitals
gail: those good hospitals of yours
gail: fuck im blabbing again
gail: wheres this place im hungry
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Post by cael on Apr 13, 2012 18:57:57 GMT -6
==> FA: Squeeze hand.
You get the feeling that this girl wouldn't like that very much, but hey, it doesn't hurt to try!
... Okay, maybe it does. You content yourself with swinging your arms and humming to yourself. [/center] Gosh Cael loved this kind of junk. This was the kind of junk that BFFSIES did. Walk and talk and hold hands and go out for lunch. Dinner. Lunch?
Linner. Definitely Linner.
But that was TOTALLY BESIDES THE POINT. Cael was obviously PSYCHIC because she TOTALLY CALLED this BEST FRIENDSHIP before it even happened.
Yeah!
CAEL: oh goodie im not the only crazy boob around here!
CAEL: har har im not gonna be the one in the hospital sistah!
CAEL: but dont worry ill visit you there
CAEL: its like right across the street from my place!!!!!!
CAEL: oh man
CAEL: seriously if thats blabbing for you i really dont wanna know what you think of me!
CAEL: oh yeah it is right
CAEL: oveeeeeer
CAEL: HERE!!!!!!
The place wasn't bad, actually. It wasn't quite a fancy TUX AND TIE restaurant, but it wasn't silly take-out either. It was just... nice.
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 13, 2012 19:29:15 GMT -6
==> FT: declare passionate love
are we doing the comedy thing again, arrow?
is that.
how this shindig.
IS GONNA GO DOWN?
seriously, give it a rest. this chick is entirely too cool for your obvious overtures. [/center] Gail almost sorta grimaced at the sight of the restaurant, mostly because it was a restaurant. Where people paid for crazy overpriced food that wouldn't keep, that you had to eat a specific place, surrounded by people. Anyone could rob one of those places. She'd seen Pulp Fiction. She knew how it was.
Ugh this was so dumb. But the food was free. And the company was all right. More to the point Gail couldn't help but feel the slightest hint of COMPETIVE SPIRIT as the girl made the IMPRESSIVELY FOOLISH assertion that she was the more able strifer. That was just ridiculous. People who said "chickadee" were not able strifers. That was simply all there was to it.
gail: sure thing tough girl
gail: yeah im terrified
gail: i obviously think youre tough
gail: now come on lets eat
gail: k
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Post by cael on Apr 13, 2012 21:14:31 GMT -6
==> FA: Decide that you wear the pants in this relationship.
Silly arrow. That was decided when you managed to get her to go with you!
==> FA: Realize that you're the one wearing a skirt.
... This is besides the point.
==> FA: Assert your position by ordering for her.
Can do! [/center] Except she realized she couldn't because they actually had to discuss what to order. Pooie. Well, Cael could assert herself in other ways! Not that assertation was necessary because she clearly wore the pants in this BFFSHIP.
Oh dear. Was Gail claiming to be a better strifer than the QUEEN OF POUTING BEATDOWNS? This would not do. This simply would not do.
CAEL: i am a very tough girl thank you very much!!!!!!
CAEL: in fact i am the QUEEN OF BEATDOWNS and i will not have a whippersnapper like you trying to take my spot!!!!!!
CAEL: so bring it!
CAEL: oh yeah whaddya want?
CAEL: im down for some lo mein.
CAEL: gosh i love noodles.
CAEL: hey we should go out for ramen next time.
CAEL: theres this totally dingy place round the corner that is just so completely awesome!
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 13, 2012 21:42:27 GMT -6
==> FT: propose a restaurant robbery
jeez arrow cut it out. this girl has seen pulp fiction but she clearly is not one of those lame-os from the beginning/end. she is clearly VINCENT VEGA, except NOT DEAD, so SAMUEL L JACKSON'S character I guess, except NOT BLACK, or a MAN, but ENTIRELY AWESOME.
actually this coolkid isn't really like any of those characters at all. [/center] Gail was starting to get impatient at all this. It was just some friggin' knock off asian food. Ordering and stuff did not need to be this complicated. But nooooo this girl just had to complicate every fuckin' thing. It was weird.
It was also kinda new, which was, if Gail had to admit it. Deep down inside.
Well it was sorta interesting.
gail: yak yak yak
gail: look youre cute
gail: but the queen of beatdowns
gail: aint got nothin on me
gail: shit ill just have chicken
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Post by cael on Apr 13, 2012 22:02:43 GMT -6
==> FA: Propose marriage.
Yeesh, this arrow is getting ahead of itself. The CAEL N GAIL SHIPPING PAIL is obviously not ready to set sail just yet. [/center] Especially since Cael's minor irritation was beginning to resurface. Seriously, how on earth do you call someone cute with a poker face? That is a sentence that is reserved for smiles and guys with glasses of whisky and Cuban cigars!
Obviously Gail was going to be a MAJOR CASE in Cael's quest to make people PASSIONATE.
Hoo boy, was this gonna be difficult.
Still, it was fun. Even if Gail was a party pooper.
CAEL: oh please dont even go there sistah!!!!!!
CAEL: ... okay maybe you have a point
CAEL: im obviously a better strifer but i wouldnt wanna hit your face
CAEL: its too pretty!
CAEL: so youd like win by default
CAEL: whats your specibus anyway?
CAEL: i bet its something awesome like shadekind or like
CAEL: i dunno you could seriously hurt someone with those!
CAEL: dang theyre pointy!
CAEL: anyhoo you really dont like talking huh
CAEL: do you ever use more than five words in a sentence?
CAEL: im gonna start counting your words you know
CAEL: and the day you speak six words i will throw a fluffin party!!!!!!
CAEL: wait seriously just the chicken
CAEL: laaaaaame sistah
CAEL: im paying remember! go nuts!!!!!!
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 13, 2012 22:19:31 GMT -6
==> FT: stun cael into silence
you wish. [/center] If Gail ever smiled or showed any sort of outward emotion whatsoever, she would definitely be smiling. Maybe even laughing. She had to admit that some part of her was enjoying doing this sort of ... not strifing or ... not working ... thing.
gail: bladekind
gail: i have a sword
gail: id cut you to pieces
gail: no i dont
gail: talkings a waste of time
gail: and i just want chicken
gail: k
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Post by cael on Apr 13, 2012 22:43:04 GMT -6
==> FA: Shock Gail into blabbing.
You wish! [/center] So having a friend was pretty much the best thing Cael had ever done. Friends were officially up there with EXTREME ROLLERBLADING, which she vowed to make Gail do one day. Even if it was only EXTREME in that it was CASUALLY DYNAMIC. She'd always wanted to teach someone how to skate; Cash wasn't all that into it. Probably because she loved it so much, the little butt.
Though really, she was really liking this frienddate. It was definitely different.
CAEL: oh man just bladekind?
CAEL: thats so plain!
CAEL: i guess it suits you though, youre kind of a plain chickadee arent you
CAEL: well not plain but
CAEL: basic i guess? ??
CAEL: i have skatekind!
CAEL: its like the best thing ever, i can combine strifing and EXTREME ROLLERBLADING and oh gosh it is just beautiful!!!!!!
CAEL: argh fine just chicken!
CAEL: but im buying you ice cream after kay
CAEL: ... please tell me you like ice cream!!!!!!
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 13, 2012 22:48:11 GMT -6
==> FT: cluck like a chicken and vomit a wedding
no. [/center] Gail listened to Cael blabbing, wondering just how long this process was gonna take. She was starting to wonder if the free food was even worth it. She had things to do. Well, no, she didn't, but she had a guard to keep up and right now it was kind of lowered a smidge. A pink-haired, rollerskating, generously-endowed smidge.
gail: you strife with skates
gail: why would you
gail: nevermind
gail: ice creams okay i guess
gail: buyin me all this stuff
gail: whats your angle
gail: aside from being crazy
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Post by cael on Apr 13, 2012 23:46:55 GMT -6
==> FA: Bleat like a goat and shit poop unresolved sexual tension.
Pffft. You only bleat like a goat when you're creeping on Cash and want to scare him with something silly!
Also dang this arrow has a foul mouth. You're gonna have to get the soap. [/center] Hoo boy, Gail really dodged a bullet there. Cael could talk ALL FLIPPIN' DAY about how and why she used skates as her specibus. Well, she could talk ALL FLIPPIN' DAY about almost anything, but she'd REALLY LOVE talking about her skatekind.
And it was a good thing that Cael didn't get offended, 'cause otherwise the suggestion that she had to have an angle would have sent her up in flames.
CAEL: i dont have an angle! why would i have an angle thats just silly!
CAEL: maybe i just like you, huh?
CAEL: gosh youre acting like its totally weird to go up to someone and ask them out to a totally awesome place!
CAEL: if you gotta have an angle then
CAEL: whats your angle hmmmmmm???
CAEL: whyd you come with?
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 14, 2012 0:03:16 GMT -6
==> FT: have a curt, but reasonable conversation
that sounds like it sure. [/center] Cael was all but bouncing out of her seat. That was hardly unusual, for Cael, but it was certainly unusual for Gail to bother tolerating someone like this for so long. She wasn't sure why. She felt like there was a reason somewhere down there but frankly she had no interest in trying to figure it out. As long as her guard stayed up, this was okay. Free food, right?
gail: it is weird
gail: my angle is the food
gail: though youre alright i guess
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Post by cael on Apr 14, 2012 0:29:00 GMT -6
==>
Ha! No giving directions with that soap sir arrow!
You are pleased that this bossy rude arrow is learning its lesson. [/center] Wow Gail is curt. She's pretty reasonable though, so Cael couldn't really complain THAT much. Of course, she would anyway, but really. She's Cael.
CAEL: aw jeez sistah, im hurt.
CAEL: so if i asked you chill with me in a situation that doesnt involve free food youd turn me down?
CAEL: though honestly im taking care of a teenage boy so i always have a fluffton of food at my place
CAEL: and i guess im pretty much always down for food!
CAEL: so if i keep the food around youll stick around?
CAEL: i am so not weird by the way
CAEL: im just super duper friendly!!!!!!
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