hothothot (hothothot) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-05-08 14:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | andi storm, barth guthrie |
WHO: Andi Storm and Bart Guthrie
WHEN: A couple days BEFORE fishing trip
WHERE: Kitchen - Mctaggert Bldg
WHAT: Bart's last and final attack.
Andi had said no to him just as he'd expected. He may have been feeling bad about nearly costing her that audition before, but not enough that he was going to simply give up. There were still a few tricks left up his sleeve, and he'd opt to use the first on her before she even knew it. At some point when no one was present, he'd teleported into her room ( something he was sure to get an earful about when this was over) and tampered with her computer so that every time she surfed the web, her laptop would be assailed with dozens of pop-up fishing websites!
He'd learned it from a friend of his online, as he didn't want to ask Phil for advice on it. He was just afraid he wouldn't be up for it. It definitely seemed like his work, but without any obvious, he'd just claim to be innocent and suggest maybe her computer snagged a virus of some sort. Now he'd play the waiting game for the next trick. He was certain Andi would come find him at some point for what he'd done to her computer, and so he opted to wait in the kitchen, snacking on a small bowl of cereal and watching a baseball game as he did. " C'mon, strike him out! "
Andi had been surfing for Wanda Maximoff-Barton stuff online when every single site she would click on became.... FISH! "What?" She frowned, reclicking the site titled: 'Witch or Mutant?' But a picture of a fat man holing up a gigantic fish smiling to show the world he only had 5 teeth left appeared. "AHH! Ewe!" She yelled, refreshing... reclicking.. Andi's not brilliant, so it took her all of 15 minutes to figure out who was behind this.
"BART!!!" She screamed, the lights flashing out of her as she stood up and marched to find him.
And there he was, eating, watching some silly sports game. Gawd, could he be more male? She smacked the doorway and glared. "Bart Guthrie! I'm allergic to fish, did I tell you that?"
It was uncertain if Bart was just pretending to be oblivious or if he was actually THAT caught up in the baseball game. He scooped up some more cereal, kept watching, and then looked over toward her. It was then that he smiled. Bart was good at cooking up wild stories and even lying to get out of situations, but when it came to hiding his hand in a practical joke? Well he sucked. His smile spoke of his guilt. "Nope, you never told me that. But that just means you won't eat the fish. Heck you don't even have to actually be the one that catches the fish! You could um..." He tried to think of what Andi would be good at doing on a fishing trip.
He thought a bit longer before finally came up with an answer. "You could cheer us on while we fished!" A fishing cheerleader? Lame answer. But really, it was more about getting Andi outdoors then it was about fishing. Honestly, the best part about fishing was usually the hanging out and partying more than the actual fishing. Maybe if he explained it THAT way she'd come along, but he didn't really think of that.
"EWE." Andi frowned. "How dull can that be? And I don't cheer lead. I refused to play a cheerleader in 'Bring it On 22', why would I do it for you?" She stuck out her tongue. And to be honest, she would have jumped at the chance to be in 'Bring It On 22', but her agent told her not to take it.
She stormed over to the table, and smacked her hand down. "You don't give up, Barf. You're like....like...." Oddly, the best person to compare that to would be her, but Andi wasn't about to say that! "An obnoxious popup ad!"
"An obnoxious popup ad? From Wilber's Fishing Fort? I hear they have great prices for great equipment." He practically just quoted one of the more persistent ads now plaguing her computer word for word, smirking proudly as he inserted the spoon in his mouth and finished off the last of his cereal. "Anyway, you could do it for me because you owe me for getting you that last audition!" Yes, he was going to neglect the part about almost costing it for her too.
"Better yet, if not for that, Stormy, then do it for THIS!" At that point, Bart brandished a rolled up script from his back pocket. Besides the fact it was slightly folded from being rolled, it looked brand new! "See, I'm a nice guy, Andi. You know how nice? So nice, that when I heard about this X-Men movie Spielberg wants to make.. " He'd unroll it a bit more, letting her see the title of the script. 'X-Men: First Class', but still keeping it out of her reach. "That I looked up the location of the production company, teleported into their office, and made a Xerox of an early script. I wonder how big of an advantage you'd have if you got to read the part you're trying out for earlier than the other girls? "
"So you do admit it! Wilbur has no front teeth and must be your best friend." She scrunched her face. "And I owe you nothing. You are the one who almost ruined it!"
As he unveiled the papers, she rolled her eyes. "Believe me, I doubt you have anything that would interest me." She said snottily. "Let alone your term paper on how it's good to wear straw hats and chew wheat."
She couldn't help her curiosity as she leaned over for a moment to catch a glance and dropped her jaw. "NO. WAY. You are lying! Give me that!" She swiped at it. "There is no way!"
He narrowed his eyes at the straw hat and wheat chewing comment. "Hah, hah. Good one." When she swiped at at the script, he simply teleported to the other side of the kitchen, now sitting atop a counter and opening the script somewhere in the middle to read it. "Let's see here... Oh, look.. some lines for the Scarlet Witch. Say, isn't that the role you're after?" Of course he knew, it was the only thing Andi had been blabbing about for the past few weeks!
Wanda Maximoff this, Scarlet Witch that. "Well, since no one wants to take a look at this I'd better do my part and recycle. I wonder where the nearest paper shredder is." He smiled an evil 'I have something you want' smile at her and held the script tightly.
"Bart! NO!!" Andi screamed, a burst of yellow light shooting out of her. "Just let me look at it? Pleeease?" Her hand was reaching out the entire time, begging in a way. "I've got to get that part! I've just got to! It's going to be my big comeback. Please... please!" She was willing to grovel, but as she willing to go further? She bit her lip and used her acting skills to portray a desperate woman. "Please?"
"Andi.. you don't have to ask me for anything." He said in a tone that made him seem like the nicest guy in the whole wide world. Until that mischievous glint in his eye appeared. Oh, she knew the one. "All you have to do is enjoy a day of the great outdoors! I mean, I hear some actors go on retreats before they try out for a role." He nodded, hopping off the counter and holding the script beneath his arm. "So, what do you say? A small, fun little fishing trip in exchange for a leg up on the competition?"
Andi should have known this was coming. She should have known! "Wait a second..." Andi's eyes narrowed and she pointed with a little light on the tip of her finger, making a slight flashlight. "How do I know this isn't a fake? How do I know you aren't cooking this up so you can make me go to your fishing trip so you can push me in a stream full of slimy fish?"
Andi called a good bluff, the script was in fact a fake! Really, teleporting into an office to steal scripts? That may not have been beneath him, but he wasn't THAT desperate. "Alright, so it's not real. I cooked this up because I saw some courier delivering the real script to the mailroom not too long ago." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, he didn't lie entirely! The real script was actually in the school, he just hadn't stolen it was all. "But don't think for a second that I won't hide it! Besides.. I already dropped you into a river, why would I want to do that again?"
He needed to find a way to make her agree! "Tell you what, you come along, all you have to do is hang out, not even get near a fish, and then I'll do something you enjoy. Like.. hang out at the mall and ramble on for hours about purses, or whatever your idea of fun is." He winced at the notion. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
She knew it! She knew he was lying! But.... "It's here? It's actually here? Why would it be here?" It came to her. "Christian!" She looked at Bart. "You have to help me! I can't steal it from a telepath!" But Bart can? Christian was nice to her, if he discovered her stealing from him, it would not be good. He's on her side and may be able to sway the producers! But... Bart could!
She barely realized how selfish this seemed as she lunged over at Bart and held his shirt - similar to how she'd done it when they were bother river wet. "You can teleport in and get it! I only need to glance at it quickly. How far can you 'port? The further I am the harder it'll be for Christian to know."
Bart just blinked and looked at her like she was crazy. He had no idea what was going through her head, but maybe if he did he wouldn't have looked at her like that. " You want me to steal it from the mailro-- okay, calm down! " She was grabbing his collar again, and for a second he was certain she was going to try and set him ablaze or something. Now that he realized she needed him to perform this task for her, he'd rub his hands together almost in a sinister manner. " Oh, I could teleport there and then somewhere else no problem. But the question is are YOU going to go on this trip or not? "
He crossed his arms with a smirk and waited her answer.
Andi was so caught up in the ideas that she didn't even realize what she was pretty much getting cornered into. The wind let out of her sails, her grip on Bart's collar loosened.
"Oh...." She looked away.
Crap. Crappity Crap Crap Crap.
Her head hung and she said in a whisper, her lights now completely dim. "Fine." She sighed. "I'll go."