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faith turner •• glinda the good witch (thegoodest) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-17 16:28:00

Who: Faith Turner and Daisy Fitzhugh
What: Obligatory girl bonding?! Pie and Gone with the Wind!
Where: Room 201
When: Thursday evening~
Warnings: lmfao, none I can think of.

To be honest, Faith had no expectations of Bellum Letale. All she had wanted was a place to escape the constant thrust of the paparazzi at her window, and though it seemed to have followed her here in some degree (her temper still flared when she thought of it, and she wondered if all the occupants of the building knew about what she had done and what they thought of her), there was a great sense of relief that had accompanied her as she put the last plate into her kitchen. Although her room was very close to the ground, the nicest room she could have gotten with her small salary, she was rather pleased with it, and she considered the move a great success.

In fact, part of her had missed the life of a Nobody, and now that she was just that, Faith found that she had more time to spend on the more trivial things in life. Having exhausted her savings before on the latest clothing, alcohol, and other vices she would prefer to not have named, Faith was now a veritable bakery, scouring the internet for recipes and perfecting them as their authors had not. What remained of her cherry pie was now accompanied by a warm pile of oatmeal cookies, chewy and sweet and perfect (because Faith could not have them any other way), and having settled the snacks, Faith waited patiently.

It was the sort of companionship she had missed before, this easy meeting of friends (well, were they friends? They could be, Faith was sure of it) on a weekday night to eat and make sweet tea and watch a perfectly romantic film. Faith wasn't sure if she really liked romance films, but Gone with the Wind was a classic that appealed to her ideal picture of herself, and it was fun to imagine that maybe she'd be as beautiful and classy as Scarlett O' Hara was, herself. She had milk in the fridge for the cookies, but there was also cold tea and a bag of sugar waiting, and she was hoping that they could at least attempt perfecting the sweet tea sugar ratio.

She hadn't waited like this for someone else in a very long time. Faith felt herself growing a bit impatient, though it was her fault for being so painfully early. Maybe she was just eager. It would be nice to have a confidante in the building.

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	mostloyallover 2010-04-18 02:01 am UTC (link)
	Daisy took the stairs rather than the elevator, to ensure a somewhat timely arrival, cradling a potted plant in both arms. Once she reached the second floor, she approached #201 and knocked shyly. She was so pleased at the invitation from Faith and she danced excitedly outside Faith's apartment. (Reply to this) (Thread)

thegoodest
2010-04-19 01:40 am UTC (link)

Faith nearly knocked over her chair when she sprang up, and she raced to the door, her teeth (neat and white like daisy petals) clearly visible in her nearly face-breaking grin. After peering through the hole to assure it was someone who could possibly be Daisy Fitzhugh, Faith unlocked her door and swung it open. As soon as she could, she crushed Daisy to her with a bone-crushing hug... plant in between them.

"Daisy!" she squealed and then pulled away almost immediately, mouth in a perfect 'o' as she stared at the poor plant. "Oh Lord, is that—oh no, honey, I am so sorry!"

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mostloyallover
2010-04-20 05:25 pm UTC (link)

The enthusiastic greeting was all the prompting Daisy needed. She hugged the small woman just as tightly until the soft crunch gave her pause. Stepping back, Daisy stared down at the plant, half of it bent at an unnatural angle, then she looked back at Faith.

"No, I'm sorry!" Sighing, she turned the pot in her hands, her expression dropping. "Oh, bother...do you have scissors?" She shrugged apologetically at Faith. "Maybe I can salvage it."

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thegoodest
2010-04-21 03:15 am UTC (link)

"Scissors?" asked Faith. She was looking at the plant with the sort of despair people often had when they backed out of a driveway, heard the 'thump', and knew they had driven over the brand new puppy. She felt like that: like she had killed her puppy. She took the plant gingerly, cautiously, nodding. "I think I do in the kitchen. Come on in, sweetie, we'll fix this right up."

Faith, unfortunately, was no green thumb (all her attempts at growing plants had to be salvaged by her mother), so she was banking on Daisy's promise of a sentence that she could fix it. She placed it gingerly on the countertop next to a basket half-full of fruit and pulled out a drawer underneath, full of utensils and fished out a pair of kitchen shears.

"These work?"

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mostloyallover
2010-04-21 03:04 pm UTC (link)

Faith's crushed expression made Daisy sad and so she hurried after the other woman, hoping desperately to fix everything. "These are perfect," she said, taking the shears, and she turned the plant around, clipping at the truly broken stems. By the end of her ministrations, the plant was considerably smaller -- pathetic, really -- but there were one or two strong stalks.

"There," Daisy pronounced, with more alacrity than the sad plant warranted; and she gave Faith an encouraging smile. "Just leave this one by a window and say nice things to it when you water it, and it should get big soon!"

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thegoodest
2010-04-22 12:16 am UTC (link)

Faith was immediately cheered by her plant, assured by Daisy's friendly smile, and she moved it to a nice location on the window, where it might get a bit of light. She studied it for a few minutes before turning to Daisy, looking a bit apologetic because now it was clear that even if Faith had moved in a few days ago, there was still a distinct 'just-moving-in' feeling that she was getting used to. It wasn't quite home yet, though she had her secondhand sofa, the quilt her mother had knit thrown over it haphazardly; the old television set from home; a table with salvaged boards from a barn somewhere in the midwest. To be honest, Faith was more fond of a modern vibe, but this was what she had when she moved in.

She went to go sit on the couch and pat the seat next to her for Daisy, fishing around the cushions for the remote. "You ready for the movie?" she asked, finding the remote and clacking at the buttons triumphantly, hoping that the 'down' channel button wouldn't stick this time. "I've been lookin' forward to this since day one."

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mostloyallover
2010-04-22 03:29 pm UTC (link)

"Yes!" Pleased with Faith's open cheeriness, Daisy flung herself at the couch, bouncing once, and she quickly tucked herself into a ball by the other girl. "I love your quilt," she said sincerely, tugging the blanket down to drape it over her knees. "I love this kind of stuff but my parents are more into living rooms where you can't really sit on anything. Pretty to look at, you know?"

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thegoodest
2010-04-25 01:13 pm UTC (link)

[ooc: ahh sorry for late reply, ij was NOT working for me yesterday...]

Faith was touched, because there were parts of her that still loved the home-y goodness of the south: hummingbird cake, sweet tea, quilts, spiking all bread with honey, that sort of thing. She gave Daisy a smile that could be interpreted as sentimental, reaching a hand out and giving the quilt a stroke.

"My ma made it," she confided, "back home, the house was covered in these things. I didn't take a lot with me, but." She chewed her lip. "I had to take this, you know? To cure the homesickness."

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mostloyallover
2010-04-25 02:42 pm UTC (link)

"Yes." Daisy nodded and gave Faith a serious look. "I wish I had things like this for when--" She didn't say it, because she wanted it to not be true, but for those moments when she missed Christian. He was probably the only thing she got homesick for, but she liked to pretend she didn't miss him.

Aware she had stopped mid-sentence, Daisy laughed sheepishly. "--for when I miss things, too."

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thegoodest
2010-04-25 06:27 pm UTC (link)

If Faith was still uncaring of how self-absorbed she was, she might have overlooked Daisy's brief pause. But now, with a conscious effort to do things right, the empty silence was as obvious and glaring as a red light stuck in the middle of Daisy's forehead. Faith contemplated asking about it. Did she care enough? Would it benefit her?—but resuming her old way of thinking made her remember that she was trying to be good and different, and though it was still, ultimately, self-serving, Faith adopted a concerned look.

"Where are you from, anyways, Daisy?" she asked, opting for easy talk between girls. "You get homesick a lot?"

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