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Post by Lindsey on Jun 8, 2007 22:16:47 GMT -5
The putrid smell of grease and body odor was overwhelming. The caff, the most disgusting place she knew of. She never sat in here, and she couldn't understand why anyone did. The tables: crummy. The microwave: toxic. Never mind the chairs.
Mimi looked down at the school special with a frown. A single drum stick and a small soup they claimed was minestrone, but most definitely had rice in it. All that for $4.99.
"Next!" came the shrill voice of the lunch lady, cuing the girl to move along down the ever expanding line. She obediently passed over her five dollar bill and was given her penny back, something she really didn't need and ended up in the washing machine anyways. She'd be damned in she tipped those witches.
She'd just been given back her history test, and was already awaiting the rain of fury that was sure to come from an overly concerned Darci. It wasn't her fault Darci hadn't put the cheat sheet in simpler language. Half the test she spent staring at the hidden piece of paper, trying to get the gist. Something about Napo.... Nap...Well, something. It didn't really matter. She was already failing the course.
And just as her friend had expected, Darci spotted the blonde bobbing head of her friend in the lunch line, and made a bee-line toward her. "Mimi!" called the short chestnut haired girl, waving a perfectly white out manicured hand. The blonde managed a small smile, sticking out the Styrofoam plate in offering. "Want some?"
Darci's turquoise eyes narrowed on the crumpled test jutting out of Mimi's semi-open backpack. "No thanks, is that the history test?"
Taking a bite of the boiled chicken, Mimi shook her head, mouth full. "Uh, uh. Some englush thing I gut frum geff. That guy'lldo anythin for me."
The pair made their way to the back exit of the caf, toward their typical eating spot. On the stairs up the hill, like always. Pissing off everyone who had to dart around them to get down to the grassy soccer field below. It was sickly humid, the kind that makes your clothes stick.
"Really?" replied the brunette, disbelief evident in her voice. The blond nodded again, looking down on the freshman gym class that was down on the field. Besides, what did it matter? Failing World History for the second time wasn't as bad as it sounded. At least in Mimmaedo's mind, on this hot end of June day.
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Post by Lindsey on Jul 25, 2007 13:49:11 GMT -5
Trying. To. Keep. This. Alive.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 28, 2007 12:56:21 GMT -5
ooc; dude it's been a while. xD i'll try my hardest to make this not terrible.
bic;
Faye was absentmindedly roaming the halls, well aware that getting caught would mean detention. Again. But no one ever /wanted/ to give her detention, once she gave them the pathetic puppy dog look she'd all but trademarked.
She exited the building and down through the courtyard, barely aware of where she was. Her pupils suddenly got tons smaller, trying to compensate for the huge amounts of light. Ugh, it was /hot/.
She was walking quite comfortably in a short, Renaissance sort of dress over jeans. Peaking out from the edges of her pants were black pumps, making her already long legs seem even longer. You would never guess looking at her that she was wearing heels, though. Her gait was effortless, unfaltering.
Until that flight of stairs just happened to appear.
She was examining the notebook propped up on her arms, studying which outfit she'd want to create next when she suddenly felt herself falling, falling...
She blinked at the impact and looked up into the faces of two girls, both staring at her. She gave a hesitant smile. "Heheh... whoops?"
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 28, 2007 13:17:33 GMT -5
"Right, so if I were to you know, take that piece of paper from you, it wouldn't say, I don't know, 'See me after class' from Miss Gr...blah blah some Russian name now would it?" Darci asked, brow quirked at her companion. Mims really was a shitty liar.
"Nope. English." said the blonde shaking her head vigorously, eyes wide at her friend's uncanny ability to guess exactly what was on her piece of paper.
Rolling her eyes Darci reached in to her rucksack and pulled out her own food, a chicken ceasar, only to have it knocked out of her grip by a clumsy dress-over-jeans wearing girl. The result was a white creamy sauce all over Darci's outfit, a orange plaid mini skirt and an obnoxious black tee reading 'Size Does Matter.' Mimi simply blinked and started to laugh, while Darci looked quite livid. "Jesus fucking Christ watch it bitch."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 28, 2007 13:21:40 GMT -5
She looked at the girls' ruined outfit and was immediately very, very guilty. "I'm /so/ sorry," she said sincerely, getting up quickly. She barely spared a glance at her own outfit, which was splattered in salad dressing. She barely cared. "Oh, no, is there anything I can do?" Her eyes were wide, the way they always went when she felt bad about something. She bit her lip.
ooc; she'd normally be like 'i can make you another one!' but she's too nervous at the moment. xD
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 28, 2007 13:31:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, you can watch were your going!" she said in a huff, rising to her feet on the step. Mimi continued to giggle like a mad woman at her friend's misfortune. "Shut up Mims, you only find this funny because it's white and looks awful familiar to you." she snapped, which only caused Mimi to giggle louder.
Darrciha really wasn't all that upset, just the shock triggering her foul mouth rather then actually getting dirty. The girl wasn't giving attitude either, like a lot of the peoplle did when they walked up the stairs past them. The smart ones had the sense to just hike up the hill rather then interrupt them eating. "Whatever. I just won't go to fourth." she said looking down at herself, happy to have an excuse not to go.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 28, 2007 13:34:10 GMT -5
"Um..." she hesitated. "This is going to sound really really weird, but d'you need another outfit for the rest of the day? I've got spare clothes in my locker, you could go get something, it's the least I could do..." She was trying her hardest not to get even the littlest bit upset of how this girl was acting. She was normally not one to take an attitude from /anyone/, but she felt bad. She didn't like make unnecessary enemies.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 28, 2007 13:47:24 GMT -5
Darci looked over at the girl for the first time properly, considering the offer. She really didn't wnat to go to her fourth period class, but if she didn't go then Mimi wouldn't go. And Mimi really did need to go. "Er, alright?" It was pretty weird hving spare clothes in your locker, but by the looks of the norebbok she was holding, she might be one of the kids taking a fashion course in the school.
"You can wear some of my clothes!" Mimi piped up hopping to her feet, but was met with a skeptical look from her friend. The blonde was atleast five inches taller then her friend, and had a much fuller figure. Plus skin tight TNA pants and a halter were not exactly her style. Mimi shrugged and dropped the issue, and starting picking apart her chicken instead.
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Post by Emm. on Aug 28, 2007 13:50:29 GMT -5
"Alright," she replied. "And yeah, I design. Which is kinda why I randomly have clothes in my locker." She sat down on a step and looked at the girl again. "My name's Faye. Or Effie, or Faye-la, or any of those really. What size are you, um...?" She realized she didn't know either name.
She turned to the blonde. "Aren't you in my history class?"
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 28, 2007 14:04:12 GMT -5
"Darci McPhee. Don't say you know my father." She said in an automated manner, as if the last comment was as routine as her name. "I'm like.. a six? Or eight or..?" She gave herself another look over, shrugging.
"Yeah, I guess you are. Faye? I sit at the back." she said in a happy tone, chomping on some of the chicken. "I'm Mimi, but they like call me Mimmaedo in school though. Pretty dumb. And I think your a six hun."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 28, 2007 14:06:44 GMT -5
She laughed. "I can't say that I do," she replied, "or if I do, I just can't place him. I've terrible memory sometimes." She thought for a moment, taking a swig from a water bottle pulled out of her bag. "I've got a lot in sixes, you can pick something out."
She turned to Mimi. "Yes! There we go. That would've bothered me all day. How'd you do on that test we just got back?"
ooc; it WAS history they got their tests back in, right? ><
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 28, 2007 14:18:39 GMT -5
"AHA!" excliamed Darci, poitning a finger and rounding on Mimi. "You DID get it back. Your such a bad liar Mimi." She looked somewhat triumphant and disappointed at the same time. "You tanked agan didn't you?" Darci shook her head in disbelief. "I can't belive you. Wanna take the class AGAIN now do you?"
The other flinched, trying to give a weak apologetic little smile. Some of the freshman guys playing soccer had turned around to watch Darci's outburst. "God Darci..." she said softly, feeling quite humiliated and turning a light pink colour.
Perhaps realizing this wasn't the place to lecture her friend, Darci turned back to Faye and picking up her own bag "Alright. Which floor is your locker on?"
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Post by Emm. on Aug 28, 2007 14:28:21 GMT -5
"First," she replied promptly, then whispered to Mimi in a barely audible voice, "Sorry sorry, didn't mean to mention it. I'm bad with awkward silences." She stood up and cracked her back a little; she had sat down hunched over, and she was used to having her back straight.
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Post by Lindsey on Aug 28, 2007 14:37:03 GMT -5
Darci blinked, watching Faye whipser something to Mimi. What type of move was that? "Should we... like go?" She wasn't for standing around with globs of sauce on her, at least she could have gone to the washroom and rinsed it off.
"It's alright." Mimi said with a shrug, giving a weak smile to Faye and a sharp glance at Darci. "No biggie. Yeah, let's go in. It's hot out here anyways and I'm in black pants."
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Post by Emm. on Aug 28, 2007 14:39:43 GMT -5
"Okay," she said, then led them into the school and through the hallways to her locker. She spun the combination very fast, then opened it, "Take your pick," she said, gesturing with one arm at the mounds of clothes hanging up.
There were different patterns, fabrics, styles. It was almost like stepping into a mini mall.
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