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Tweak says, "I fell in hate with you"

Adair Fallon (fortunecookie) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-09-22 00:26:00

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adair fallon, caden mccall, daiyu wei

Tuesday: October 2, 2007
Who: Adair, Caden and Daiyu
When: Late Morning
Where: The Art shop and beyond
What: An idea...>:)

Adair had an idea, which was rare. So when he had an idea he had a tendency to actually make an effort to try and talk to the people he didn’t know to make things happen. He’d go to the market, he’d say hello to some fresh new faces. But his target was the art shop. He wasn’t looking to draw anything. He needed the paint. Then he needed some wood and metal among other things and then he needed time to let his ADD infested mind work. His project would probably run into the dreadful winter with his luck. He could probably ask Caden to help him with his project, Sheldon too. NO. Sheldon was too mean when it came to help usually.

Which reminded him, he had been gone for awhile, somewhat in hiding for the reasons of laziness, agoraphobia and eight million other fears. But considering he hibernated almost like a bear in winter, he somewhat was inspired to get his ass out for his favorite month of October to pursue his project.

Upon arriving in the art shop, he saw some chick with wild colored hair and tapped on the table she was behind. “Hey you!” He called out to her. “Dude, I need some paint. Like..lots!”

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psychometric
2008-09-21 11:49 pm UTC (link)

Daiyu was fixing a crack on the wall, coloring its shape with the exact color to erase it’s existence. It annoyed her, annoyed the fact that she had painted over the exact same spot the other day. It was her fault she was sure. She paraded around there pretty roughly at times. The lines she painted over it were nearly flawless when..

Some delightful (Oh and yes she meant this in most sarcastic of ways) costumer came in and made her ruin her perfect pattern. She felt her face twist in aggravation as she put the paintbrush down from the wall. She first spoke through the gritting of her teeth. “First off.” She began while trying to paint over the mess she made thanks to her potentially really annoying costumer. “You say excuse me when trying to confront me, asshole.” The asshole part was muttered to the best of her ability. She was so pissed about the wall she got up and planted her paint stained hands on the table.

“Second of all MR., I will not be addressed as a HEY YOU, or as a dude. Do I look like a dude to you?” She paused, clearly though she did look rather boyish, she had a decent 'set' on her. “No. So, let’s try this like grade school and let me hear you address me the proper way if you want lots, and lots of paint.”

She turned away from him to damp a cloth and clean the table she soaked with paint.

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fortunecookie
2008-09-22 01:37 am UTC (link)

Adair stood there like a deer in headlights. Holy shit. This girl had a bigger set of nads than he did. He tried to let out a sound proving that he was trying to be more respectable, but nothing came out. All that came out was a suffocated sound of embarrassment because he was told off by a very pissed off Asian chick that looked like she would shoot him with a semi-automatic if she had one. He dug his hands in his back pockets as he spoke.

“Uhm. Excuse me miss.” He referred to her with one hand that slipped out of his back pocket. “May I please have a large amount of paint?” He was looking directly at her which he was surprised he could do. She would be hot if she wasn’t such a bitch. Kind of a crazy bitch too. PMS anyone? Maybe she was having a bad day? Maybe she was upset because her colored hair was fading? Hell he didn’t know, but he didn’t like being treated in such a way. Adair just acted like this normally. Then again ‘Little Miss Sunshine’ didn’t know him.

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psychometric
2008-09-22 03:37 am UTC (link)

Daiyu could tell that she had an effect on him and gave a wide smirk, an eyebrow rising to show that she better not mess with him again. She wasn’t the three strikes you are out kind of girl. It was one strike, then by that time if you weren’t scared you were a pretty brave man or woman. “There, was that so hard?” She tossed aside the cloth she was using to clean off the table. “Now that we got that out of the way I need the standard question answered.” She looked to the side, then back towards her acquaintance. “What colors do you need?”

She eased up a bit after the event though the look of the crack in the wall made her eye twitch a bit. She let out a long breath as if trying to ‘find her chi’ then decided she may as well learn his name if she needed to know it if an ass kicking was needed and he ran off. Someone must know his name. “Got a name? I would hate to resort to calling you various things that may offend you.”

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jumping in! hope it's okay.

knowingcaden
2008-09-22 03:12 pm UTC (link)

Caden was not a stalker. Really. When it came to his best friend, though, he liked to know where the man was going. He tried to scribble out some ideas for his catapult idea of awesomeness, but it proved to be more tedious than he thought. His encyclopedia of a brain had very little knowledge on catapults, which was a bit scary if he thought about it, so he had to go to the library to research them. The siege weapon probably hadn't been built in years and so he had to make sure that he had all the facts straight before he attempted to build one. Who knew, it might not be possible for him to make one in the first place. Caden was optimistic as always.

After ten minutes of wandering around the forest cottage, he decided that was long enough and left their place to follow Adair wherever he may be headed. Since he had no idea, Caden had to peek in through the shop windows to locate his friend. Aha, the art shop! He slipped in and overheard Daiyu when she asked for Adair's name. He walked up to them with a mischevious grin on his face. "His name is Adair, but you can call him Your Friendly Neighborhood Imp," he said and reached to muss his friend's hair, or rather, rub Adair's head. "Or friend deserter. When were you going to tell me about your art shop fetish, eh?"

He turned to look at the Asian woman and smiled apologetically. "Sorry for the intrusion. I got all lonely back in our cottage. What's the big discussion, eh? What're you searching for?" he wondered.

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YESS totalllyy! <3333

psychometric
2008-09-24 04:36 am UTC (link)

Daiyu was waiting on a name and then another one came in. “Jesus, are we handing out Australians today?” She looked Caden over but at least smirked towards him. “At least you seem nice and more respectful. This one here was a complete ass when he walked in.” She glared at Adair and then sighed, poking at the faint wet marks still on the table she had wiped off. “But I guess I should speak nicer since I gave him a whole speech on nice. “ She put her hands on her hips. “What’s your name there tweedle dee?”

She didn’t quite know what the first Australian was up to so she shrugged her shoulders in regards to what may have been going on. “This here fellow needs paint. I don’t know what for or what colors.” She looked between the two. “You sure you two ain’t boyfriends or somethin’? I’m touched.” She popped in a piece of gum and glanced at them with a snarky little smile.

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YAAYYY

fortunecookie
2008-09-24 06:29 am UTC (link)

When Adair saw Caden he was pretty much glowing. “Hey man!” He made a face when his friend messed with his hair but made yet another face at the girl who was testing his nerves. It was a face proving that he would melt her flesh if he could. “I was an ass because you freaked out at the way I made my entrance.” If he Caden was tweedle dee, then damn it, he was tweedle dumb.

He was about to state his purpose for the need of the paint when she made the accusation of them being boyfriends. “Hmm…Actually no. We are best friends. Though if I was a girl..” he trailed off, then waved a dismissive hand. “My name is Adair for one and if you were the type of girl who would chill out-you would kind of be fun to have on my team.” Adair looked over to Caden. “You are so on the project.” He cleared his throat and began to explain what he wanted to do.

“You see. I think we need more games. I think we have the necessary tools to make paint ball guns. And for paint ball guns we need..” he trailed off, looking for a volunteer to pipe up.

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<3s to you both!

knowingcaden
2008-09-24 07:54 am UTC (link)

Caden grinned at Yet-Unintroduced-Paint-Woman before glancing at Adair as he spoke. "Yeah, the special is Australian slathered in barbeque sauce. Have you ever tried having a large portion of it on your skin? It kinda stings." Him, nice and more respectful? Maybe that was only a matter of opinion. "I can assure you that he is never normally an ass." Entrance freak-out was an occasional occurance, though, but Caden found it was mostly him and not Adair. The guy was a charmer, that was for sure.

Boyfriends? Well, well, didn't someone have a dirty mind. "Yeah, we are just best friends. But if you want to picture us together doing kinky things with you, I won't object," he teased and then looked at Adair. "If you were a girl, you'd be wearing mini-skirts all the time and I'd give you funny knickers just so I could catch glimpses of them under your skirt." He realised that his statement could seem just a little weird and focused on the project instead so that the topic could be changed for more exciting things.

Adair was brilliant. Caden wanted extreme rides, Adair wanted games, and together they made an awesome leisure-creating team. Caden was practically bouncing at the idea of paintball guns. "Brilliant! Only problem is, how the fuck are we going to make the guns? My scary computer brain has no knowledge of this and we'd have to find enough material," he remarked. "We could make balloons filled with paint and then use slingshots or something. But it's just my idea. Totally your project and I don't want to usurp it."

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Re: <333 moaaar sorry so late~!!

psychometric
2008-09-27 05:37 am UTC (link)

Daiyu couldn’t help but to give a snarky smile at Caden’s comment about the Aussie sauce. “Actually. I’ve gone to the outback Stakehouse many times. And I have to say this: If you Australians taste like the Bloomin’ Onion they have there, then you guys are delicious.” No shame in saying that. She simply gave him a saucy smile and gave off her name. “The name is Daiyu by the way. Sorry about thinking you two were aboard the dude loving train. You just seemed the type.” She replied frankly, inspecting her nails like she just stated a causal statement, nothing at all perhaps offensive. “But you are cute best friends and I never want to picture Adair in a skirt. I just ate.”

She was getting on the lighter hearted side, so her ‘disses’ were more like playful banter as she stepped away from the counter. The psychometric perked up when she heard about paintball guns. She mostly liked them because they hurt. Often time’s people thought it was a wondrous, unscathed kind of game. But you learned quickly that a playful shot in the bottom was going to leave a mark.

“Dude. We can so get the parts. We just have to think like..old fashioned times starting with the metals and all they used. I’m thinking we imagine a gun, maybe some rubber band like material and go back to the basic science of what we could use to get paint to come out from the guns. Like a tube within the guns.” She gave a pointed look at Adair. “I have the paint, sugar. You can’t do it without me giving you paint. The trade will be me being in on it!”

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<33 it's okay and love to all!

fortunecookie
2008-09-30 01:00 pm UTC (link)

Adair figured Daiyu would be one of those 'bitches who warmed up but were still bitches in a cool way'. There was no other way to explain it. Cool mean bitch? Didn't matter, he had to give her credit for making him laugh about the Outback Stakehouse. "That food is such shite to what we really eat." He defended, annoyed with having to even think about the food served there. "But the bloomin' onion I will give some credit." He mused.

The psychic made an offended gasp. "Hey! I bet I would look less manly in a skirt than you would. So, I'm counting on more disturbing on your half." He threw back at the Asian. His remarks towards her were getting just as less offensive and he didn't want Caden to feel like he had to babysit the two. Adair would actually need a bodyguard, not a baby sitter. She seemed scary when pissed.

So she wanted in and the paint would be free? "DEAL!" He agreed. "Here is what I am thinking. We could probably make the gun out of scraps from the blacksmiths shop, get paste from the ceramics..and..well..hmm..we'd need to figure out the mechanics. I'm a complete computer nerd, but the techniques to a homemade paint ball gun is going to be a bitch. It's possible. Since we get along now I know we can do it."

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knowingcaden
2008-09-30 02:13 pm UTC (link)

"Never mention that place again!" Caden exclaimed dramatically, with a mock-sad expression. "I lost a bet in uni and had to run in there starkers with only a sorry paper napkin to hide my dangly bits. I turned a few heads, but sadly only in the 'I want to kill you for disturbing the peace' kind of way. I guess they were turned off by my pasty white skin. I really do need to get a tan." Now, he was rambling and tried to steer his random brain onto the conversation track again. He gave her one of his best grins. "Pleased to meet you. And I could have sworn we got the glittery 'Not Gay' sign off of our foreheads. Must have sprouted again overnight, eh, Adair?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at the woman. "I dunno, D - the man's got some awesome skinny legs." Fun picturing material, maybe. He nudged Adair for his remark. "Oi, I got the knobbly knees. Definitely not feminine. You're the one with the effin' curvy thighs." It was just too much fun teasing him. Caden noted that Adair held back and wondered if that meant he needed to be his best friend's bodyguard. Well, he could do that.

Sweet, she was in as well! Caden looked at her eagerly as she spoke about thinking about metals and the basic physics of everything and he whole-heartedly agreed with Adair's plan. "Sounds good," he added. "I don't know if there's a book about it in the library so we'll have to try things out with the blacksmith." He hadn't been there before, but it would never hurt to have a look.

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I'm thinking we wrap this up and continue the awesome on another day, like current or next one :DD?

psychometric
2008-10-04 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Daiyu couldn’t help but to be highly amused by Caden’s comments. She kind of knew she needed to lighten up to new friends. They kind of had the spirit of some of her fellow tattoo-ee’s back home. They could take her jokes lightly once they got used to it and were all for projects no matter what the outcome. Could never hurt, right? Well, it was paintballs and judging by the fact they were going oldschool..it could be a little dangerous. But where was the fun in things that weren’t dangerous? Wasn’t like a real gun…well if they weren’t careful they might end up like colored filled guns. Not so pretty.

“Okay. I say we go to the library and check out things like how old school guns were made maybe? Better yet we could collect metal and trade it for art supplies then get some books. I’m thinking if we already have the goods to go, then have the knowledge, it’s a win win. If we can’t do it and just have metal we can make swords and try and kill each other..deal?” of course she was kidding at the end..well..one would hope.

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Sounds awesome! <33

fortunecookie
2008-10-10 12:49 am UTC (link)

Adair could understand that the idea would take a few days at least. He would have to imagine what a paintball gun even looked like and would have to pray that the library may even have some stuff either on guns or if he got lucky..paintball guns. If not he was sure the weapons shop had some impressive stuff than could be worked into something fun. There was a good chance they wouldn’t be disappointed.

The psychic turned towards his friend with a clever smile. “I play dirty. I would own your asses in sword play.” He teased. “I say we all do some searching then meet again when we have enough ideas to put our heads together.” His eyes shifted towards Daiyu. “Both of us are at the Forest Cottage. Sheldon throws a lot of booze bottles outside. So, you’ll know where to find us.”

He gave her a wave and left in a much calmer way, tugging his friend along with him.

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