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Tweak says, "CHOP CHOP CHOP U UP! "

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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counterbalance
2011-08-20 11:46 pm UTC (link)

Idris paused before he went through the door, the gravity of their procession interrupted briefly.

"I'm Idris. I live up on the third floor. Was actually heading home when you convinced me to do otherwise." He grinned at Lucy then left the building, stepping out into the warm evening air. The sun had nearly gone down completely, but there was just enough light left in the sky to cast the briefest of rays upon their ceremony.

"I assume you live here, too?" Because if she didn't, the concierge was decidedly not too picky about who entered the building--not that Idris had seen them on duty tonight. "Figure we can put this on the step. Sound good? Get your lighter ready."

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sifwheat
2011-08-21 12:04 am UTC (link)

She let the door close after he passed and nodded. "I live here. On the tenth floor. It would probably be kind of weird if I didn't live here. Like...who camps out in strange buildings lobbies?" Not her. She only camps out in her own lobby thank you very much.

When he set down the structure, she handed him her soda, her ipod and her bag. She bent down and, after a moment of silent reflection over the physical manifestation of her victory, she brought the lighter forward, ignited a flame, and set the tiny, billowing flag on fire.

She stepped away from the fire and stood beside her companion, holding out her hand to reclaim her stuff. The bag would be set aside, but the soda would be opened and the music would be turned on and the ear buds given. Then they could sit back and take a moment to reflect on their achievement.

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counterbalance
2011-08-21 12:57 am UTC (link)

"Stranger things have happened." Idris placed the fry sculpture down gently and stepped back. It looked strangely small and insignificant, lonely in the dying light. But the little napkin flag blew with the breeze, almost reassuringly.

He held onto Lucy's things for a moment while she lit said flag on fire, the napkin quickly being eaten by the flames, a small column of smoke rising up into the air. Idris watched it with vague amusement, but Lucy seemed to read much more into this than he did. It had to be the weed. Relinquishing Lucy's things, Idris wondered if now was the time for overly deep contemplation. A glance at his neighbor told him this was true, if the fixated expression on her face was anything to go by--either that or she'd zoned out completely.

"Farewell, Fabio," he said softly, trying to keep the mood going for Lucy's sake--and also for his own, he supposed.

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sifwheat
2011-08-21 01:05 am UTC (link)

She turned on her ipod and hit shuffle, and handed him an earbud. It was playing "Walk Like an Egyptian". It wasn't the most appropriate song, but she didn't feel like changing it. It sort of...fit. For whatever reason.

"Fabio isn't gone," she said after a moment, a shake of the head accompanying it. "No, he's never gone. But his stupid smug face loses this time. We built something better than him!"

The music played, the fries burned, and they smelled less than delicious at this point.She opened the soda and took a long drink. Half the can was gone by the time she was done. She held it out to him.

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counterbalance
2011-08-21 01:45 am UTC (link)

He kept a solemn expression as he accepted the earbud, though he caved and cracked a smile at the song playing. It was appropriate, being on the same level of corny as this french fry bonfire.

"Haven't heard this one in awhile," Idris remarked. The cord attached to his earbud shifted when Lucy shook her head, her words easily reaching him over the music. Whatever her grudge against Fabio stemmed from, Idris was certain what they had done wouldn't lessen it any--or if it did, the victory would be as short-lived as the last fries and Wheat Thin sticks that were currently burning. If he never had to smell burnt McDonalds french fries after tonight, that would be plenty fine with Idris. (He figured that's what the bad aroma was from, mainly. That and maybe the napkin was emitting some sort of greasy, paper-y fumes as well. The Wheat Thins could be left out of this sensory assessment.)

He shifted, taking the coke from Lucy and drinking a swig of it. The carbonated beverage made its way down his throat as the ship that'd once rivaled Fabio's was reduced to nothing but a smoldering pile of blackened fries and whole grain snack food. The napkin had gone on to be a part of the air itself.

"Yeah, but it's gone now. Maybe Fabio'll think twice the next time he tries to challenge you." Idris said this in a teasing manner, removing his earbud so she could have it back. Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song" was starting to play, and it felt more reasonable for Lucy to listen to it than him.

"Well, I think that went pretty well, what do you think?" Idris crouched down to peer at the ashes, deciding against sweeping them out of the way. He had played supervisor for this little scheme, but didn't necessarily feel like cleaning up the mess. "Never thought I'd see a real ship burning in my lifetime."

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sifwheat
2011-08-21 02:31 am UTC (link)

"Immigrant Song" happened to be one of her favorites, so she happily accepted the other ear bud. Her dad had been a big fan of Zeppelin, and this song had always stuck out to her. It thrilled him to no end that his tiny daughter enjoyed his music. He'd take every opportunity he was given to stick her in a band shirt. Her mom and her grandparents were not a fan, so it didn't happen often, but when it did happen, she was just as thrilled as he was. He would pull his out of the back of his closet and put her in one of her smaller versions, and she got such a kick out of matching her dad.

As Idris spoke, it was clear to her that he totally did not understand her rivalry with Fabio. She figured he didn't, and she didn't hold it against him. He was a good ship builder. She'd buy him some Wheat Thins and Legos when she thought about it. As good of a builder as he was, he totally needed a set of Legos.

"It did. And now the remains will be carried away in the wind, as they should be. You did a good job."

She stuck her hand out for a handshake, to congratulate him on a job well done.

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counterbalance
2011-08-21 04:02 am UTC (link)

"That's quite a poetic statement for such a small ship." He stood to shake her hand, chuckling a little, but what he said was true; there was a significance to her words that he couldn't place exactly, something that maybe didn't have a thing to do with what she'd smoked earlier. It was a strange thought and so he shoved it away, breaking their handshake as well.

"I'm honored to be of service, madam. If you ever need a master ship builder again, you know where to find me. But next time we should use something a little more stable than McDonalds' fries." He grinned and lifted the can of coke, tilting it in a mock salute. With a last glance at the pile of ashes upon the front step he turned to go, pausing to say his goodbyes. "I'll leave you to contemplate the deeper mysteries. Don't forget to go inside eventually, yeah? Wouldn't want you to leave your Fabio book behind. Something like that is far too inspirational to lose. I'll see you around!"

Still chuckling to himself, Idris went back inside the building, crossing the lobby to grab his box of Wheat Thins (whatever was left would suit him; Karate Cop was on TV tonight and he was in the mood for a terribly bad movie) and the plastic bag he'd carried them in--he'd recycle it later. There were worse ways to meet a neighbor, he supposed, the elevator taking him upstairs and his feet leading him the rest of the way into his home. He had a feeling he'd be running into Lucy again eventually, and that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. If anything, building a french fry ship with someone that'd been a total stranger was nothing but a stroke of spontaneous genius.

Whoever found the ashes in the morning would have a hell of a time trying to figure out where they had originated.

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