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Post by cael on Jun 11, 2012 20:33:40 GMT -6
==> FA: Curl up and cry yourself into oblivion.
Sure thing. No other action could be appropriate at this time. [/center] This was it. Cael's life was officially over. She had nothing left to live for. Unless, of course, Gail could pull through. The coolchick hadn't been online, though, so Cael barged in on one of Cash's cutie-patootie memo thingies and bothered Gwen, so maybe Gwen had told Gail about her current life-or-death situation? Hopefully. Gail was her only chance.
Gail had her address. Cael had given it to her not long after she came back here to Chicago.
I need you, sistah.
Cael sighed, and waited.
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Post by stacymcbride on Jun 20, 2012 16:58:17 GMT -6
==> be the hero.
oh god dammit.
you know what.
fine. [/center] Gail was not sure why she was doing this.
At all. Not even a small bit.
Cael had given her address to Gail when they'd met, which Gail had frankly intended to not do anything about. She was busy. Had shit to do. Then again, she always had shit to do, but now ... well sometimes she thought about the pink-headed chick. She'd just remember her and be like "oh yeah," a special attention reserved only for Gwen and nobody.
but still. here she was. best not to think about it. she knocked on Cael's door.
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Post by cael on Jun 20, 2012 17:16:13 GMT -6
==> throw yourself into your princess's arms
YES PLEASE THANK YOU VERY MUCH [/center] Sniffling, Cael pushed herself to her feet, keeping the towel that she was holding so tight firmly wrapped around her head and shoulders. She couldn't be seen, not like this.
She shuffled to the door, her bunny slippers softly rubbing against the carpet in their -- living room? Yeah, she guessed that was the word for it. Not that she really cared, at this point. She was miserable. Miserable enough to even put on her I'm-sad-so-I'm-going-to-curl-up-and-eat-ice-cream-for-weeks pajamas -- a ratty t-shirt that was three sizes too big and made up of more holes than fabric, and --
Yeah. That was it. It took too much effort to put more than that and underwear on. Cael was surprised she had managed to get her slippers on her feet.
She held her towel in place with one hand and opened the door with the other, and promptly decided to faceplant in Gail's general direction.
CAEL: heeeeeey coolchick
CAEL: gail
CAEL: gaaaaaail its a nightmare
CAEL: seriously my life is ending
CAEL: im going to die now
CAEL: unless you help me
CAEL: i need
CAEL: hair dye
Her hands dropped and her towel dropped with it, showing her hair for the first time in a week.
CAEL: my roots came in
CAEL: i have like
CAEL: an inch of hair
CAEL: thats not pink
CAEL: ...
CAEL: halp
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Post by stacymcbride on Jun 27, 2012 16:58:00 GMT -6
==> be completely nonplussed
you're so nonplussed you're goddamn subtracted. [/center] Gail blinked. Cael couldn't see the UNREASONABLY EMOTIVE ACT, of course, because of Gail's WICKED AWESOME SHADES, but it still happened. She crossed her arms, in what might in a certain light and with a great deal of bravery be called a huff.
She barely even noticed that Cael had practically shuffled to the door wearing next to nothing. Didn't notice that at all nope.
gail: its not so bad
gail: somehow i manage
gail: ugh seriously come on
gail: this is whats upsetting you
gail: youre fuckin ridiculous
gail: even if youre kinda cute
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Post by cael on Jun 27, 2012 17:40:14 GMT -6
==> pout at her NONPLUSSED expression
Aw man, she's such a butt. A big, inconsiderate butt.
But she came, so it's okay. You love her even if she is a butt. [/center] Cael stood with her head on Gail's shoulder and her towel at her feet, arms limp at her sides. It took too much effort to stand properly, but she managed to pap Gail on the cheek anyway.
CAEL: language missy
CAEL: i know youre upset because im sick and dying
CAEL: but theres no need to be foul
She heaved a petulant sigh into Gail's shoulder. Her week had sucked. She ignored work, ignored rollerblading, didn't even strife with Cash. Cael couldn't do anything with her hair looking so terrible.
CAEL: but gaaaaaail
CAEL: you have such awesome hair naturally
CAEL: i need dyyyyyye
CAEL: youre ridiculous okay
CAEL: you big butt
CAEL: pleeeeeease get my hair dye
CAEL: please please please
CAEL: please please please
CAEL: ill love you forever
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Post by stacymcbride on Jul 4, 2012 11:34:21 GMT -6
==> commence hot makeouts
arrow just.
just cut it out. [/center] Gail rolled her eyes when Cael papped her cheek, though she didn't push the other girl away. That was something. She even began to awkwardly kind of.
Reach up and.
Use her hand to.
Pat Cael on the back.
gail: for fucks sake
gail: there fuckin there
gail: its gonna be cool
gail: ill get your hairdye
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Post by cael on Jul 5, 2012 17:41:01 GMT -6
==> run a victory lap
You feel like you could, you're so happy!
Still, the promise of hair dye does not equal your hair being pink. So you're not running laps yet. [/center] Cael sniffled again, and threw her arms around Gail's neck.
CAEL: oh my gosh thank you soooooo much
CAEL: and and
CAEL: not to be a butt but
CAEL: can you help me put it in
CAEL: the rest of my hair could use some more and
CAEL: i cant reach all over
CAEL: pleasey please
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Post by stacymcbride on Jul 5, 2012 17:46:49 GMT -6
==> dye hair
oh sure you just whip out that hair dye and--
oh wait. you don't have the hair dye yet. and you don't know where to get it.
freakin' arrow. [/center] gail: okay fuckin calm down
gail: ill stick around
gail: ill slather your goddamn head
gail: pink as bubblegum
gail: just
gail: tell me where
gail: to buy the dye
gail: k?
gail: jesus christ was that inflection
gail: jesus christ whats
gail: whats with me lately
gail: goddamn emotional
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Post by cael on Jul 5, 2012 17:54:48 GMT -6
==> make out with this gorgeous woman
Please! She is your EXCELLENT FRIEND and EXCELLENT FRIENDS do not make out with each other.
You do kiss her cheek though. Because friends do that. All the time. [/center] CAEL: not a bad thing coolchick!
CAEL: emotions are pretty FLIP-FLOPPING SPECTACULAR
CAEL: you see look at this
CAEL: this is
CAEL: "HAPPINESS"
CAEL: "JOY"
CAEL: "EUPHORIA"
CAEL: heehee!
CAEL: aw man look at me im gettin all the snaps in
CAEL: queen of snaps thats me
CAEL: theres this super duper store down the block
CAEL: take a left and its right there
CAEL: its a little jar full of pink stuff
CAEL: i dont remember the brand but its the only one so
CAEL: yeah!
CAEL: thank you so so so
CAEL: so so so much!!!!!!
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Post by stacymcbride on Jul 5, 2012 18:00:25 GMT -6
==> k got it
k got it [/center]
Gail FLASHSTEPPED like a boss, grabbed the dye, left the money on the counter, then reappeared in front of Cael.
This all happened in less than the time it took to blink.
Gail kind of wondered why it hadn't occurred to Cael to do this.
gail: all right so
gail: now what
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Post by cael on Jul 5, 2012 18:57:55 GMT -6
==> drag her to the showerOh my gosh arrow seriously just shut up You didn't think of it because lawyer chick does not necessarily equal chick with common sense! But hey, dye. CAEL: you are seriously
CAEL: the best
CAEL: okay okay so
CAEL: i need to wet my hair
CAEL: and then the dye gets all slathered up in my goshdarned head
CAEL: and then it sits
CAEL: and then it rinses out
CAEL: to the sink! You grab Gail and drag her over to the sink, which you clear the dirty dishes out of and flip your hair into. As you turn the water on, it occurs to you that you're not wearing pants. You decide you don't actually care. [/center] |
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Post by stacymcbride on Jul 5, 2012 19:15:25 GMT -6
==> drag her to the shower
GODDAMN STRAIGHT.
there is no way you are letting little miss pinktop dump her hair in a SINK FILLED WITH THE REFUSE LEFT BY DISHES.
you LASSGRAB cael and LIFT HER BODILY IN YOUR ARMS as though she were some BLUSHING MAIDEN and you were a KNIGHT IN BITCHIN' SHADES.
it occurs to you, also, that cael is not wearing pants [/center] gail: jesus fucking christ
gail: are you four
gail: there was shit in there
gail: you are not
gail: sticking
gail: your fucking head
gail: in your kitchen sink
You CARRY HER to the bathroom with NARY AN ARGUMENT BECAUSE SERIOUSLY YOU ARE NOT PUTTING UP WITH THIS SHIT.
When you get to the bathroom you dump her back on her feet that are attached to some damn sexy legs and point at the sink. gail: okay now do the thing
gail: in fucking clean water
gail: jesus youre like a child
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Post by cael on Jul 6, 2012 19:30:56 GMT -6
==> flail and whine like a four-year oldYou squeal when Gail picks you up, and you flail around violently which does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING because she is SERIOUSLY NOT PUTTING UP WITH THESE SHENANIGANS. CAEL: gaaaaaail oh my gosh youre such a HUGE FLIPPIN BUTT!!!!!!
CAEL: that sink was perfectly clean i cleared the dishes out and everything!!!!!! She dumps you unceremoniously, and you pout for all of five seconds before you shrug, stick your tongue out at her, and flip your hair into the bathroom sink. It takes only a minute to get it soaked when you bunch it up just so, and you come out of the sink spluttering and dripping and grinning like a little kid. You shake your head to get all the extra water out, and you wring your hair in Gail's direction to get some on her, because gosh, she didn't have to pick you up like that. CAEL: okie dokie ms coolchick butthead
CAEL: you just put on some gloves and work the dye through! [/center] |
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Post by stacymcbride on Jul 8, 2012 20:54:47 GMT -6
==> get hit in face
cael's rare and highly dangerous 2X FLAILING ARM COMBO scores SEVERAL DIRECT HITS to your TORSO. it HURTS A LOT.
you make a mental note to KICK HER ASS when she is being more reasonable.
Then she SPLASHES YOU.
you do not dignify that with a response, satisfied that you will STRIFE THE SWEET LIVING SHIT OUT OF HER at a later date. [/center] gail: gloves
gail: oh fantastic
gail: i get the task
gail: of rubbing your head
gail: great
Actually all things considered the prospect DOESN'T SOUND ENTIRELY UNPLEASANT, which is unusual, because normally you avoid PROSPECTS due to the high concentration of GIVING A SHIT that are part-and-parcel of the whole prospective gig.
You sigh. DRAMATICALLY. then you find the gloves and pull them on and get this shit over with. You start gooping up cael's hair with pink goop and run your goopy fingers down her hairgoop.
the position it forces you into is ...
compromising. gail: okay so
gail: how longs this gonna take
gail: pinkhaired weirdo
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Post by cael on Jul 9, 2012 21:01:43 GMT -6
==> be embarrassedYou're not embarrassed. What is there to be embarrassed aboutoh you're in a compromising position. You're okay with this. Not 0kay but okay, which actually means you are SUPER OKAY with this. Why wouldn't you be okay with this? EXCELLENT FRIENDS sit like this together ALL THE TIME. You know. Like. With one sitting between the other's legs. And with fingers in hair. And wet. In a kind of small area. Yes. Excellent friends. You giggle at your EXCELLENT FRIEND. CAEL: you should be honored!
CAEL: not everyone gets to rub my beautiful head!
CAEL: HAR!!!!!! You shrug at her question, because you've never actually timed it. CAEL: i dunno!
CAEL: i usually just like
CAEL: wrap it up in plastic wrap and like
CAEL: do things for the rest of the day!
CAEL: and then i shower and wash it out and its all pink!
CAEL: OHMYGOSH YOU KNOW WHAT
CAEL: WE SHOULD HANG OUT LIKE ALL DAY!!!!!!
CAEL: and then we can shower together!
CAEL: HAR!!!!!! You COOLKID WINK at Gail, but you're NOT ENTIRELY SURE if she sees it because, you know, you're kind of IN BETWEEN HER LEGS. You giggle again, so she knows you're joking. Because you're totally joking. Totally. [/center] |
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