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Maggie Jo Sherman / Sif (sifwheat) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-08-08 21:07:00

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Stupid sexy hair.
Who: Lucy and Idris
What: Lucy gets the munchies and jealous of Fabio and his sexy hair. It's time to out shine him in some form or fashion.
Where: The Lobby
When: Evening of August 8
Warnings: Intense silliness ahoy. That is all.
Notes:Lotto post!

Lucy had a secret. Well, it wasn't exactly a secret, really. She just never told anyone. She didn't really try to hide the fact that she loved to read Fabio's romance novels when she was high. She just never openly publicized it. That meant it wasn't really a secret, right? Right.

So here she was, in the middle of reading Fabio's Pirate, when she was struck by something on the cover. She liked to look at the covers of the books she was reading from time to time in order to giggle over the descriptors used to describe the man that graced them. They were flowery and ridiculous, and extra hilarious while high. Today though, she wasn't really giggling at him. She was frowning at him. Frowning very hard at him, in fact, for his hair was glorious and beautiful and real while hers was not. Women were suppose to be the ones with the glorious hair, not men. Yet, here he was, windblown and smirking at her mockingly on the cover, sporting hair she could only dream of.

She kind of hated him right now. At lot. She put the book aside with a huff and glared at it. The glaring didn't last long, because very quickly she realized she was craving something to salty and totally unhealthy. With one final glare at Fabio, she checked her hair, and headed for the door. As an afterthought, she headed back to the couch and picked up her book. With one final glare she shoved it into her purse and headed out.

After a short trip to a nearby McDonalds, she returned with a big bag of french fries and chicken nuggets. They both had sounded good at the time. They also smelled good, and she really didn't feel like lugging them all the way upstairs before eating them, so she sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby.

She dug through her purse to pull out her cell phone and caught sight of her book. She frowned and pulled it out of her purse and laid it on the arm of her chair. She eyed Fabio as she pulled a fry out of her bag. Stupid Fabio, with his stupid ship and the stupid ocean breezes that made his hair billow. She'd show him one day.

She was suddenly hit with an idea. Ships were made of boards. French fries were kind of like boards. Delicious boards, but boards just the same! She had an awful lot of french fries. With a little bit of work, she could probably make a ship out of these fries with a little bit of effort. A better ship than the one Fabio sails off on in his book. She would prove to him and his smug, stupid face that she was just as good as he was, sexy hair or not.

She slid out of the chair and perched in front of it, using the seat as the base for her future masterpiece. The floor was too dirty, naturally, but the chair was perfect. She grabbed the book and propped it up against the back of the chair so she could glare at Fabio for inspiration when she needed it.

Game on Fabio. Game on.

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sifwheat
2011-08-19 04:49 am UTC (link)

He mentioned eating it. Her nose wrinkled, her insides objected. That was two votes for a no, so she shook her head. This was not destined for eating. That was too mundane a fate for this greasy victory.

"It deserves better than being eaten," she said solemnly. This ship was going to be her triumph over the smug and the unfairly haired in this world. It needed a fitting end. Then an idea hit her.

"We'll set it on fire!" Her dad had done something similar once. It left quite an impression on her at the time. It had also been one of those situations where not telling mom was crucial. This could be her tribute! Or something.

"Have you finished making the flag? That was your job, you know." She distinctly remembered assigning it to him. "That can be the part we light."

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counterbalance
2011-08-19 05:40 am UTC (link)

"You're serious, aren't you?" Idris gave her a look that was only half bewilderment--he knew she was intent on doing this from the way she continued to ramble on about a flag. Oh, shit. No, he hadn't made a 'flag,' but the thought of burning a McDonald's napkin had a sort of humor to it that he couldn't deny. Not that he had a personal vendetta against fast food chains or anything, because he didn't. It wasn't possible, not when he'd been elbow deep in french fries the past...Idris had no idea. Twenty minutes? Thirty? Time was hard to manage when there were such things as impossible ships to build with flimsy strips of potato.

He was a perfectly functioning adult human being, identifying as fully male in both mental and physical aspects. As such, he should have a proper sense of responsibility and try and look out for those that fell by the wayside. It was only a natural, respectable human duty.

So, when he found himself nodding at the mention of a tiny bit of pseudo arson, he thought he should add in a little bit of safety regulations. Nevermind if anyone walked by while they were enacting the funeral rites of junk food; it would be clear to passerby that Idris was simply helping out a new friend that looked a little lost around the eyes. That was all. Any mentions of his own enjoyment from such a random and quite spontaneous form of evening activity would be best spoken of at a later time.

"No, I haven't--I'll make it outside, how's that sound? You know, we should really take this to the front steps. Don't want to set off the smoke alarms in here."

If there was a pile of mysterious ashes on the steps in the morning, let those that left or entered Pax during the early hours wonder what had gone on during the night. The idea alone brought a devilish smirk to Idris' lips. He'd never been a big trouble maker--not to his own knowledge--but there was still something delightfully fun in things happening...of their own accord, that shook up daily routine.

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sifwheat
2011-08-19 05:54 am UTC (link)

"You can't go outside yet, it's not time. If the flag isn't done, we're totally not ready for our creation to be exposed to the world." Things like this had to be kept under wraps until they were complete. Unveiling them too soon did not give the complete effect. It wouldn't be fair to her creation, or the people that happen to wander by, for it to be revealed before its time.

"Besides. We can't go outside until we have everything we need. A good burning needs music and drinks. We don't have either of those yet."

Luckily, she had her ipod on her. That would be their source of music. She wasn't sure about the drinks. Really, when this whole thing started, she hadn't planned that far ahead. The what to do with it after scenario had never been part of the story. Her story ended with the victory and triumph she was going to achieve upon completion.

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counterbalance
2011-08-19 06:24 am UTC (link)

Idris arched an eyebrow at her but acquiesced, deciding he wanted to see this thing burn sooner rather than later. He had no idea how he'd make the 'flag' stay on the ship indefinitely, but tearing a paper napkin in half and sticking a Wheat Thin stick through it would have to do for now. He impaled a french fry near the top of the jumbled mess with said flag and mast. That would have to do for now. Sure, it might not flutter in the breeze as majestically as a real ship's flag would--or even the smarmy Fabio's fictional mode of transportation, but that didn't overly matter.

"I'm not an expert on burnings," Idris stated, "but there's quite a few things made better with music and drinks." Unfortunately, he didn't have either on him at the moment. Considering how serious the blonde was about doing all of this the right way, it was probably safe to assume she wouldn't proceed further without those two special requirements.

It was also probably safe to assume she meant alcoholic drinks. But--and this was perhaps a big but--there did happen to be vending machines in the lobby. Idris had passed by them a few times, never stopping for more than a water and on rare occasion, a Snickers bar.

"Looks like I'm a little short of both today, but if you don't mind a Coke as a replacement..."

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sifwheat
2011-08-19 06:47 am UTC (link)

She considered her options. It really would be more appropriate to have alcohol, but she was really thirsty. In her hurry to obtain food, she forgot to order a drink. Chicken nuggets and fries had been the sole focus of her trip. It had been poor planning on her part. She'd have to remember this the next time she found herself on a random fast food run.

"Coke will work. Why, do you have one?" She kind of hoped he did. It would save her the trouble of trying to track one down. She could go back to her apartment but she really had no desire to go all the way back upstairs. Perhaps she could just knock on one of the doors and ask for one. That had the potential to work. It all depended on which door she knocked on.

"And don't worry about the music. I have that covered." They would have to share ear buds, but they would have music. And luckily, she always carried a lighter in her purse. It was always a good idea to keep one of those on hand.

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counterbalance
2011-08-19 07:21 am UTC (link)

"No, but I can get one," he replied with a wink. Idris stood, his legs relieved from crouching. From a standing viewpoint, the ship looked a little bit more like a, well, ship. Sort of, that is. He tilted his head to the side as if that would help any. It definitely didn't. Idris shrugged. That wasn't such a problem as it had been at the beginning.

"I'll be right back," Idris said, nodding at the woman. He'd really have to ask her name when he returned from the vending machines. After this entire mess, he was certain it'd be easier to deal with things on a later basis other than 'the person I built a ship to rival Fabio's with,' which really wasn't the best way to start a conversation, depending on the circumstances.

Heading to the vending machines, Idris bought a can of Coca-Cola and returned to where he'd left the determined stoner. She was still upon the floor, which didn't surprise him.

"Ready to move this outside? Figure a 12 oz. is enough to...sanctify this thing."

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sifwheat
2011-08-20 02:45 am UTC (link)

She nodded and stood slowly, her joints creaky from having stayed on the floor too long. She grimaced and stretched, ignoring her muscles and their protests. She took the Coke and frowned. "Where's your drink?" Surely he was going to need one, too.

"I guess we can share mine. Unless you have something like rabies. You don't have rabies, do you?" It was always good to make sure the person you were going to share a drink with did not carry some form of contagious disease. She wasn't sure if rabies was contagious or anything, but she didn't want to find out.

She bent down to pick up her purse, digging through the bag to pull out her lighter and her ipod. Now holding a lighter, a soda and an ipod, her hands were clearly full. She gave him an expectant look. It was pretty obvious what she was trying to convey. Words were not necessary for him to know that it was now his job to move their masterpiece. Fabio was staying put. She wasn't done being mad at him, and he did not deserve to witness this.

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	OOC: counterbalance 2011-08-20 04:30 pm UTC (link)
	(we are squished more than fabio's marvelous biceps; moving this over to a new comment!!) (Reply to this) (Parent)

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