Hope Davenport (have_hope) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-07-17 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | hope davenport, place: la, tasha williams |
Crashes in the Bookstore
Who: Hope and Tasha
Where: The Bookstore
When: Friday Afternoon
Hope scanned the books in the art section of the book store. She had a little extra money as of late (not that she was lacking on funds to begin with) so she wanted to pick up a few books on sculpting techniques. Just one of those things that she enjoyed doing from time to time. She liked to brush up on her art skills whenever possible. Sure, she found out that she was supposed to be this Watcher person, but that had no reason to get in the way of her art, right?
Tasha, meanwhile, was walking down that very aisle, mostly looking for something to spark ideas for a new hobby. She needed something to help with her stress level. In her arms she held the thing she had come to the store for: several books on meditation, and how to use it to calm your inner core. The teen wore a rather plain, black, knee-length dress, combat boots, and a pair of black velvet gloves, her long hair braided into a ponytail.
Hope, not really paying attention to what she was doing, backed up from the bookshelf and backed right into Tasha, sending both of them sprawling to the ground.
"OhhhhhhCRAP!" Tasha blurted out as she fell backwards, plopping onto her butt with a hard thud, the books she was carrying sprawling out in front of Hope. Her dark red hair fell in front of her piercing green eyes as she looked over to the other girl apologetically. "I am... SO. SO. sorry!"
"No! No, it's my fault," Hope said, pushing her own hair out of her face as she tried to pull herself off of the floor. "I wasn't playing attention to where I was going. I'm so sorry."
Rubbing her butt as she stood, the teen gave an embarrassed smile as she first brushed her hair from her eyes, then looked at Hope with a nervous laugh. "Wow. Never thought I'd meet someone as uncoordinated as myself."
Hope shrugged, a slight grin spreading across her face. "Well, I was made more for painting than for walking," she said with a laugh.
"I'm Tasha. Nice... er... running into you." She said, laughing with an embarrassed tone.
"I'm Hope," she said, offering her hand. "I'm really sorry about doing that. I was kind of off in my own little world."
"Sometimes... our own worlds are way better than the ones we live in." She said, a hint of someone who really KNOWS this in her voice.
"That's the truth," Hope said with a sigh. She was starting to wonder if she should just check out and live in her own little world, if the real world was wanting her to fight vampires.
She reached out to grab her books, her gloved hands sliding smoothly across the surface of them. "Hopefully I didn't damage them too much..."
"I think the carpet broke most of the fall," Hope said, bending down and gathering a few of her own books as well.
"So... you paint, huh? That's really cool. I have, well... no talent. At all. In anything." She laughed. Maybe accidental destruction, but that's not really a talent.
"Everyone has a talent at something," Hope said. "It's just a matter of finding it. I do paint, though. I'm at art major at UCLA."
"When I get to college, I'm hoping to major in journalism... I love to write." Odd thing was, Tasha was NEVER chatty. For some reason, she just sensed a hint of a kindred spirit here.
"I liked English in high school, but art was just kind of my calling, I guess," Hope said. "You're still in high school? What year?"
"I'm gonna be a Senior when school starts back up..." She said, silently thanking every god she knew of. She hated being the weird, quiet, girl. At least she had Molly now... that made things a bit better.
"Well, then at least you don't have much longer," Hope said. "I hated high school. I never understood why I had to take stuff like biology when I was never going to use it in real life."
"I agree, TOTALLY." Tasha said with a hearty laugh. "I mean, I want to be a journalist. A reporter. Why the heck do I need to know what the square root of different numbers???"
"I'm not sure," Hope said. "I think I blocked most of it out, anyway.I barely remember anything from science or math classes."
"Well, from Math, I mostly remember paper and erasers being thrown at my head by people thinking it was hilarious..." she said with an almost straight face.
"Ugh, really? Another reason I'm glad to be out of high school," Hope said. "Most high schoolers suck. You excluded, though."
"Oh, obviously." She retorted, laughing lightly. "Oddly enough, I rarely talk to strangers. Or anyone, for that matter."
"I'm not much of a stranger talker, either," Hope admitted. "You seem nice, though."
"Well... I don't have any bodies in my basement, or anything like that." Then, just to be silly, she made a worried face. "...I *think* I got them out by now, anyway..."
Hope laughed. She was pretty sure this girl was legit, anyway. "I'm pretty sure I don't have any skeletons in my closet, either."
"Good, because they get REALLY smelly if you don't clean them out now and then." She said with a serious little nod.
Hope laughed. "Yeah, and dusty, too," she replied.
It occurred to her then, how much being with Molly had made her come out of her shell. Just a few months ago, this situation would have resulted in her stammering an apology, skittering away, and blushing furiously. Now she was actually CONVERSING with people. "This might be the most disturbing conversation I've ever had..."
"Eh, trust me, it can get a lot weirder," Hope said. She had certainly had a number of weird conversations lately herself. She still wasn't sure what to make of this whole 'vampire' business.
"Believe me, I'm well aware." For a girl who could incinerate things (flesh, even!) with her bare hands AND was dating a vampire slayer, not much shocked her anymore. "Ever go to Avarice? I'd love to introduce you to my girlfriend sometime... we don't really have many people we hang out with. We go to see a few bands I like from time to time."
"Sure, sounds like a lot of fun," Hope said to her with a grin. Wow, actually getting out of the studio or the research place and actually going out to have some sort of fun? This was a whole new world to Hope.
"Great! Trust me, you'll find me there. Even though Molly doesn't go all the time, I'm there at least three or four nights a week anymore." She grinned sheepishly. "I don't have much of a life."
"Eh, I really don't either, so I'll probably end up being there a lot, too if I like it," Hope admitted to her.
"Well. We can be losers together. Yay losers!" She trumpeted triumphantly.
"Yay!" Hope said playfully, joining in the cheering.