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Gwen Stacy (sciencenerd) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2013-01-09 09:48:00

Entry tags:

gwen stacy, olive penderghast

Who: Gwen and Olive
What: Twins-like fun and shopping
When: Backdated afternoon of Sunday, Jan. 6 (Three Kings Day!)
Where: The city
Warnings: Should be low
Status: Closed/incomplete

Gwen liked the idea of having a twin. She had always wanted a sister after all. Her brothers were nice, but it sometimes got crazy in her household. And Olive was proving to be such a nice friend that Gwen wouldn't have minded if they were truly blood related.

Gwen had been so busy with studying up on dragonology and working at the Center she was beginning to feel as if she had cabin fever. Apart from Jane, Gwen had only actually seen Darcy and Charlie over the past few days. Gwen was more than ready to have a day out with Olive.

So when around 12:40 arrived, Gwen grabbed her trench and purse and headed down to the entrance of the castle. Seeing how she was a little early, Gwen pulled out one of the smaller books she took from the library from her purse. It focused on the genetic makeup of dragons and differences for different species. She sat down against a wall and read as she waited for Olive.

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gnomedownthere
2013-01-10 02:10 am UTC (link)

Olive was starting to go stir crazy herself. She loved her friends, both iterations of Helena, but one was very young and the other wasn’t old, but old enough they weren’t always on the same wave-length for interests. They were great to have around, but Olive needed someone her own age, and Juno had gone silent on her. They hadn’t spoken in weeks, Juno had simply stopped responding to texts, and Olive didn’t know why.

But that was a thought for a different day.

Today she had reinvented her past; her father was Indiana Jones and her mother Lara Croft. And now she had a sister. Olive too only had brothers, she loved her brothers, wouldn’t trade them for anything. But sisters were cool too, at least the idea of them was. And the closest she was going to get to having one right now was pretending her twin from another universe was her sister. And that they were the children of adventuring archeologists.

“So I’m thinking we should come up with names for our parents, or at least last names. Or does Jones-Croft sound okay?” Olive said as she stepped up and looked down at her friend who, despite having wonderfully natural blonde hair, looked eerily like her in almost every other way.

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sciencenerd
2013-01-10 03:27 pm UTC (link)

Gwen smiled when she heard Olive's voice and feet approach her. She immediately put away her small book in her purse and stood to greet her. Gwen hadn't physically seen Olive in quite a while. So when she looked at the girl who was literally a mirror of her, save for the hair, it caught her off guard again and she took a sec before responding. Gwen was honestly thankful for the difference in hair. Without it Gwen would feel as if she had a clone walking around. Or maybe Gwen was Olive's clone. Gwen forced the thought from her mind and focused on how great of a friend Olive was instead of the way they look. They were, after all, two different people.

"I like Jones-Croft," said Gwen. "But, what do you think of the odds of someone knowing about Indiana Jones and Lara Croft? If you think it's high maybe we should find something else? Maybe we could be...Johnson-Clark? It's similar but not, you know?"

Gwen began to make her way toward the front door. "So how do you want to do this? Is there someplace specific you want to go to? Are there certain people you want to mess with?"

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gnomedownthere
2013-01-11 03:25 pm UTC (link)

Olive couldn’t help the grin that busted out on her face at the suggestion of the alternate name, “I like it. Though, it kind of makes us sound like rejects from the Band-Aid company fortune. Which,” Olive paused giving that a thought, and then leaned in conspiratorially, “maybe we are?

“Our dad was an idealistic adventurer, couldn’t be tied down to a desk job making decisions about America’s wound wrappings. Our mother, a pragmatic treasure hunter. They met, as destiny would have it, deep in the heart of the jungle. She stole his heart when she swiped the golden donkey statue from the temple of some ancient civilization just before he reached it. He, not wanting to be out done, tracked her around the world and was cut out of the family fortune when he chose her over his familial duties.”

Olive stopped there and considered what she just said, both impressed and maybe somewhat embarrassed. “I’ve either painted myself as a film-watcher shut in, or someone who needs a creative outlet for my overly active imagination.”

She shrugged, and said, “I have a car, let’s find a mall and see what kind of fish we catch?”

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sciencenerd
2013-01-13 06:09 pm UTC (link)

Gwen made a face at Olive and laughed, "Sure, why not!"

"Golden donkey statue? That's fantastic!" agreed Gwen, "You're not a shut in, you definitely have an imagination. I saw this thing where archaeologists use tech to help them virtually dig in areas that are protected by governments, such as Asia. We could say we also helped out with that sort of thing when it came to sites? We could even throw some Mummy films in there and saw we had a deal with The British Museum in providing artifacts and getting paid."

Gwen made a face at her addition to the story, thinking maybe they should just stick with what Olive had come up with. "Or we'll keep it simple and stay with yours," she eventually said to voice her thoughts.

"You have a car," Gwen said, impressed. "You are very lucky. Lead the way."

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gnomedownthere
2013-01-14 03:32 am UTC (link)

“Yes!” Olive exclaimed, really enjoying the way they kept building up the story of their fake parents. She pushed open the grand entrance door to start the journey to the stables and to her parked Jeep. “The British Museum. Sounds way more impressive because everything sounds more believable with a British accent.”

The winter air was bracing and Olive would not be shy to admit she absolutely did not like it. She missed her southern California sun. Snow was not her ‘thing’. She wrapped her coat around her tighter and readjusted her scarf so that it would ideally block more of the cold.

“Second car actually,” Olive said when they reached her used, but reliable Jeep. “The first one I saved up for met an untimely end when it slid on a patch of wet asphalt going maybe fifty and connected with a curb. It rolled. And now resides in the city junk yard doing its best impression of an accordion.” Olive quickly realized her story may have painted her driving skills in a terrible light. “My friend was driving; he wasn’t used to wheels on vehicles.”

She unlocked her door and hopped in and then reached over and unlocked Gwen’s side of the door.

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sciencenerd
2013-01-15 03:04 pm UTC (link)

Gwen smiled, happy to find that Olive didn't find her idea silly. She followed her twin out of the castle. "Can you fake a British accent?" Gwen always thought she just sounded like she had some sort of speech impediment whenever she attempted to fake any kind of accent, not just British.

As they walked, Gwen found the cold welcoming. She didn't bother pulling her trench around herself. Manhattan was an island, after all. Meaning, raining and snow were always worst than what an average state would get. Having winter in the Land of Make Believe was nice for Gwen. It felt a little like she was at home.

"Oh my god," Gwen said when Olive's story of her first car reached it's end. "Were you or your friend hurt? I mean-" Gwen waited until Olive unlocked the car, and had climbed inside before finishing her sentence. Once the door was closed she continued, "An accordion? That's some serious damage.

Gwen, out of habit, immediately began to put her seat-belt on, "I trust you, don't worry." Even as she said the words, the fact that she was speaking while putting on her seat-belt made her laugh for a sec. "No really, it's totally fine. I don't have a licence, so I have no right to be a passenger-seat driver."

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gnomedownthere
2013-01-16 09:46 am UTC (link)

“To say I’m terrible at accents is,” and here Olive switched to her attempt at a British accent, “a bit of an understatement, gov’n’ah.” She made a face to show she knew just how awful that sounded.

She fastened her seat belt and started the engine. She understood the buckling of the belt and Gwen’s statement of trust were merely coincidental. She waved off Gwen’s concern. “It’s alright. We were okay, actually, thanks to the clever use of seat belts. My pride was a bit squashed; I think my friend’s was, too. Especially after the cops showed up. But we both lived to see another day and my procuring of this Jeep.”

She set the Jeep into gear. “So, to the Mall, Ms. Gwen Johnson-Clark.” And as the car started rolling forward, Olive waved towards the radio. “You can choose what music we listen to.”

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sciencenerd
2013-01-19 03:11 pm UTC (link)

Gwen laughed at Olive's attempt at a British accent. "OK, maybe we should just stick to the U.S. then. We could say it was just one of the museums in D.C. or something," she suggested, not even bothering attempting to show Olive her horrendous version of the accent.

"I'm glad to hear that," Gwen said, settling into the Jeep. "Way to go seat belts."

Gwen smiled and nodded, "Yes, Ms. Olive Johnson-Clark." She leaned forward and started to mess with the radio until she came across the A-ha on the classic rock station. "You OK with this?" Gwen asked, hand still on the dial ready to change it if Olive was more of the modern-day music scene.

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gnomedownthere
2013-01-23 12:55 am UTC (link)

Music issued from the speakers, somewhat a little grainy. The joys of a used car. But it was music and for the most part they could hear it and that’s what counted.

Olive nodded her head, “This works. Classics are classic for a reason.” But she paused to think about that for a moment. “Well, you know, classics by white dudes. That’s how the world works. But, it’s still good.”

They pulled out of the castle drive and onto the road dividing the castle and the wilderness around it from the suburbs.

“I figured the closest mall here in the suburbs will be fine,” she said. “Well, unless you wanted to go into the city. Finer clothes, but you know, more expensive. So I guess it depends on if you have your heart set on actually buying something this trip.”

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sciencenerd
2013-01-25 04:43 pm UTC (link)

"That they are," agreed Gwen. She thought for a moment about what Olive said about white dudes. "Well hang on, what about Stevie Wonder? Etta James, Aretha Franklin, Bilie Holiday, or even Ray Charles? They're not white and kind of awesome."

Gwen watched the scenery go by as Olive drove. She may have a steady paycheck now but keeping the price tags in a managable number was definitely something Gwen went for. "I'm fine with the mall in the suburbs," she said.

As the song started to end and the DJ started talking Gwen asked, "So, are you ready for classes to begin soon?"

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