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Post by Desdemona on Nov 19, 2006 20:52:48 GMT -5
A figure was sitting on a bean bag chair in Atlas' little corner of the attic. A pair of headphones she'd found earlier were occupying her ears while her eyes watched a rat with beady red eyes eat up a piece of bread that the figure had put out earlier for it. Aislin didn't move, didn't make a sound. Just wrapped in the world of whatever she was listening to. Her hair was braided this afternoon and she wore what seemed to be some guy clothing that she'd found from some of the male bedrooms. The enxemble didn't really go together all that much but it was everything she could find that was grey. A wife beater, or a male undershirt covered her top but exposed a bit of her grey bra. She wore a pair of Krashirk's old grey pants, having to use one of the belts she'd found. Her dress was on the floor beside her, collecting dust. Earlier, she decided on changing. Or tyring to make a change. Not just physicaly, but to try and tap into her emotions, so she could control and understand them a bit better around the guys. Around anyone else it was the same treatment. Less girly stuff, though she thought that what she DID find wasn't pleasing that much either and her hair was stripped of its ribbon as she abbsent mindedly started to unbraid her hair. Her eyes staring at the wretched beast before her, eating that small slice of bread and yet not threatening her for she didn't pose a threat. Aislin kept the headphones on her head, listening and concentrating on what ever the hell she was listening to, her toes twitching from coldness through the holes in the old socks she'd found.
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 17:46:52 GMT -5
"Having fun?" Questioned a voice from right behind Aislin, as a figure leaned over her. Locks of hair- that for the most part were a rat's nest made of gruesome neon colors against a natural brown base (A few stray braids of color mixed into the notty mess)- fell into the barebones of Aislin's peripheral vision. The voice wasn't very loud, but loud enough to barley pierce the headphones.
Quiv smirked slightly, flashing her hand before Aislin's face just incase the girl hadn't noticed her. Her nails were painted oddly, each long nail being decorated in french tips...of a color to oppose the base. Blues, purples, and greens adorned her nails, and dappled the deep burgundy gloves she wore to cover her hands - right up to just below the knuckles, that is.
Without waiting for response Quiv stepped out from behind the beanbag, making her way over to lean against a wooden support column a few feet off. "You look horrible in those clothes." Which wasn't much coming from a girl wearing clothing so tight and so revealing that... well, that similie couldn't really be used as it was the truth.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 17:56:54 GMT -5
Aislin didn't take off the headphones, but looked up to Quiv, listening as she pressed pause on the tape player she'd found in the basement. "Oh... I was just... watching a rat eat, is all," Aislin said, looking back towards the rat which had run off due to Quiv's appearence.
Aislin didn't look to Quiv again, but did talk to her in mumbles, staring at the crumbs the rat had left. "You scared it away, though. Pity. But oh well, it was time I ended that meditation..." Aislin seemed to stretch out her legs, arching her back over the bean bag chair, letting the cracks and creaks echo. She sat upright, fixing the chair and sat comfortably again.
"I know these clothes are a little off.. but hey, they're what I found that wasn't girly and wasn't colorful." Aislin told her, shrugging. "And I'm not about to wear black or white," she added.
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 18:08:20 GMT -5
"Why not?" Quiv questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Black and white are just as nuetral as grey." She crossed her arms now, leaning backwards until her spine connected with the hard wood. "Makes very little sense."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 19:49:57 GMT -5
"Becuase all other colors fade to a shade of grey when I wear them after a few hours," Aislin said, shrugging. She looked to Quiv. "So, what's new with you," she asked.
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 19:54:17 GMT -5
"Eh, nothing much," Quiv responded, running her long fingers through her hair - a scowl crossing her face as the seperate hairs seemed to lock tightly around her fingers and became instantly reluctant to release them. Oh well, a minute or two of tugging would loosen them. "Just been hanging about, collecting cash. I live a pricey lifestyle, as you may have guessed."
Truthfully, by-the-bye and by the look of her clothing that was a lie. Or, at least this wealth did nothing for her clothing - full of tatters and tears (hence why so much skin was showing)- and definatley nothing for her hair - it was practically alive and crawling with any type of nasty critter imaginable. Not to say beyond that she wasn't pretty...but....
"So, what's up with you? Been up here brooding?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 20:04:49 GMT -5
"Just... thinking, really," Aislin said, catching the lie but now wanting to press further into the matter and get into a fight with Quiv. "Just a question... Why... why did you want me to lose my virginity to your father?" Aislin looked to Quiv, blinking with an emotionless face again. "It was just a little odd... He was saying that you would get mad if you felt as if someone was taking your mothers place and yet... and yet you made me do it. Well, no. That's the wrong phrase. You pressured me into it, let's say," Aislin said.
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 20:09:10 GMT -5
Quiv took a step foreward, leaning foreward until her face was merely inches from Aislin's. "Who said by fucking my father you'd take my mother's place?" Her voice was a low, almost a hiss but not so much one filled with wickedness but- on the contrary- was filled with something posing similarity to curiousity.
Leaning away, Quiv waved a hand dismissivley. "Anyways, it was something done to amuse myself, nothing much more. I have a sick sense of humor."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 20:12:55 GMT -5
Aislin shook her head and leaned back a bit. "I don't want to take anyone's place..." Aislin said, shrugging. "I really don't want to offend anybody either," Aislin added, tilting her head. "And I know what kind ofhumor you have, you rfather told me that night before you and I met. He warned me about you but I haven't a reason not to dislike you at all yet, nor shall I ever I hope,"
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 20:17:36 GMT -5
"Really? Wanna bet?" Quiv muttered under her breath, glancing off towards a window far off. One that was taped up well with a clear tarp and an excess of duct tape. "Right. Of course my father would warn you. I'm disputatious to say the least. You'd be best to neeeeever talk to me again."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 20:22:05 GMT -5
"I like talking to you, Quiv." Aislin said, and smiled for a brief moment. "It's nice to talk to another girl around here once in a while." Aislin said, now back to her normal state. "You might be dangerous to be around, but I'm a very forgiving person y'see... and I'm sure I'll forgive you for anything you've done."
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 20:28:34 GMT -5
"Ch'yeah, cause I haven't done anything to you as of this current momment." Quiv rolled her eyes, leaning back against her post once more. "I ain't the type of girl anyone would want you learnin' from. I ain't been schooled, or pampered. Sure I have a scholar's mind popping up here and there, but it's inherited. " She snorted now, scratching at her hair. "'Sides, I'm filthy and sleep around waaaay too much for my own good. Hell, I probably have a shitload of STD's not even named yet."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 20:31:08 GMT -5
Aislin shrugged. "Well, I didn't say that we'd come to be the best of friends. I just like talking to you sometimes, is all..." Aislin said, having the sudden urge to cuddle. One of the many side effects from being with Atlas that night. Cuddling with him. She shook that feeling away, though goosebumps raised up on her arms.
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 20:36:28 GMT -5
Quiv tossed a sideways glance at Aislin, raising her left eyebrow into a slight arch as the opposing lip side curled into a smirk. "Thinking about my father, are we?" She questioned with a sneering tone. "Don't get your hopes up girlie. He's a single man; for life."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 20:41:48 GMT -5
"I know and that was just a one time shot, I know... Thanks for giving me the urges now, Quiv. Real nice present." Aislin told her, almost sounding sarcastic. She rubbed her arms, standing up. "They'll go away soon. I just have to keep on reminding myself why I left the castle, is all..."
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 20:50:06 GMT -5
"Yeah, see? Told I'm a nice friend." Quiv grinned, her tail twitching slightly. "This is why I haven't any friend." She laughed, her grin never fading.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 20:55:50 GMT -5
"Can I be your friend?" Aislin asked, tilting her head to the side. "It'd be interesting, you and I, to be friends. Wouldn't it?" she asked, standing up and letting out a small smile as she stretched, shirt exposing her flat stomach. "I think it would."
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 21:03:10 GMT -5
Quiv raised an eyebrow, looking at her curiously. "Are you joking?! You and me, friends?" For a momment she seemed hostile, or maybe ready to laugh. "Are...you serious....Really..."
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 20, 2006 21:06:18 GMT -5
Aislin nodded, standing up straight, combing her fingers through her hair. "Yeah... I'll be your friend. I'll help you with your hair too if you wanted," Aislin said, half smiling gently. "IT'll be nice to have a friend to talk to once in a while about troubles. Not just the guys either cause they don't understand some things, y'know?" Aislin asked, walking up to Quiv.
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Post by Kale on Nov 20, 2006 21:11:14 GMT -5
Quiv paused, seeming lost in a mix of emotions that were trying to skip across her face. "Really now?" She paused once more, touching her hair for a momment. Her tounge ran across her lips, as if thinking. "You really think so?"
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