|
|
Post by Michael O'Conner on Nov 8, 2008 9:51:00 GMT -4
"Yeah," Leigh noted just as she was finishing her pontytail, "I was really terrified of rain that night, to be honest." She made a face at Sera and the bras-on-the-floor comment. "That was bad. Even for you. Or, well, especially for you. I'm not sure which. Shame. And you're welcome," she noted as the blonde took the hairbrush. She sat and took all of her old clothes, laid them on a dirty towel which she then rolled up neatly before shoving them in a plastic bag, to do when she got home, as Sera took care of her hair.
|
|
|
|
Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 8, 2008 11:36:29 GMT -4
"I'm a nerd girl, I'm entitled to terrible pick up lines. You're lucky that I'm not using any really bad lines, really. I could use the DNA helicase one, about unzipping your genes? I'm not sure you'd even get it, though, it's more suited for a fellow nerd," Sera explained, with a little laugh. She continued brushing out her hair until it was at least half way to looking decent, before she dropped the brush back into Leigh's bag. "You don't have another elastic, do you? I need to get this out of my face," she said, motioning to her hair for just a moment, as she began to wrap her clothes up in her towel, as Leigh had been doing.
"Also, we need to ditch these. I don't want to carry my soccer bag to the movie theatre."
|
|
|
|
Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 9, 2008 15:53:49 GMT -4
"Nerd? Yes. Socially oblivious nerd? Not so much. You are not allowed ridiculous pick-up lines. And besides that, you've already picked me up, so you don't have to do it again." Leigh reached into her bag again and presented another elastic.
"You know I carry around eighty-billion of these things. And somehow, I still never manage to have them when I need them," she sighed, but was smiling. "And yes, I figure we'd drop these off at home, and then throw them in the laundry before we go."
She meant the O'Conner home, but knew it was unnecessary to spell that out.
|
|
|
|
Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 10, 2008 0:06:24 GMT -4
"Sometimes, I pretend you're unconquered, just because I enjoy the thrill of the chase," Sera retorted smartly, as she accepted the elastic, and began to tend to her still damp hair. She pulled it up into a rather loose bun, wrapping the elastic around it haphazardly, and managing to keep it held up regardless; a clear talent.
"Also, that's just life. I never seem to have the book I'm looking for, and I carry around about eighty billion of those.. it's especially bad at home, tearing all of the shelves apart, only to realize it's in my locker? Or in your bedroom? It's happened a lot," she explained absently, as she stood up and gave her head a gentle shake, as if to test the stability of her up-do. Seeming satisfied with it, she turned to Leigh, smiling fondly as she lifted her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
"To home, then?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 10, 2008 1:54:12 GMT -4
"Well, I'd hate to deny you the thrill of the chase," Leigh grinned. "I so do that on purpose. I start stealing your books, in hopes you'll need them while they're at my house. It's my own version of chasing," she noted smartly. "Only...backwards...er. Anyway, to home, sir.
"Oh, and I like your hair," Leigh added, wrapping an arm comfortably around Sera's waist. "It's cute like that."
|
|
|
|
Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 10, 2008 2:43:04 GMT -4
"Actually, honey, we call that stealing," Sera responded dully, her expression deadpan as she looked over at the other girl. Taking a girl's book? It was a serious offence, of course. But she couldn't stay mad, especially when Leigh's arm was moving around her waist, holding her, and to pull her in closer, and she was complimenting her. Stern look immediately fading into a sheepish smile, the brunette closed her eyes as they walked away from the showers, and toward the main portion of the locker room.
"You like it? It's nothing special, not like I haven't done it before. But if you think it's cute, perhaps it'll make a more frequent appearance."
From behind them, the water was shutting off in Natasha's shower, and there was the sound of the curtain behind pulled aside. The blonde was wrapped in her own towel as she was stepping out, and heading to where she had dropped off her bag. By now, it was just the three of them, the lone players left in the room. "If you guys want a drive, I can swing that. You need to let me get dressed first," she called out to them, hearing them talking in toward the actual locker area. "Unless you want to walk in the rain, of course. Your business, ladies."
|
|
|
|
Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 10, 2008 2:46:19 GMT -4
"Pft," Leigh scoffed. "Since when is stuff between you and me stealing?" she asked. "And the hair is very, very cute."
She looked over her shoulder, surprised by the sudden appearance of Natasha, so involved in conversation with Sera she was. "Well, what? You mean you're not going to drive us around naked? Why on earth not?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 10, 2008 3:29:13 GMT -4
"... Okay, yes, point proven. But taking my books, in order to lure me over to look for them, is pretty low. Did you take my copy of Twilight? That thing was just.. so horrendous, and I couldn't stop reading. Sort of like the last Harry Potter novel," Sera replied, scrunching up her nose a bit, mostly in distaste, half in thought.
Natasha's words caught her off guard as well, and she also glanced over her shoulder, toward where their captain was getting dry clothes from her bag now. "We'd love a ride if you're offering," she replied, giving Leigh a swift elbow. "And we'd rather not see your breasts, sir, she's just being an asshole."
Natasha had to laugh a little, as she grabbed up her jeans from her bag, and began to look under them for a shirt. "Well, I need to go and pick something up anyway, so a drive isn't a big deal," she explained, as she found her shirt, and pulled that out too. "But the naked bit? I kinda think we'd get pulled over. Or at least stared at. Plus, I'd need to walk from here to the car, and it's cold.. I'd just rather put my pants on."
|
|
|
|
Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 10, 2008 21:37:39 GMT -4
"Twilight?" Leigh echoed. "Not so much. I read one sentence. Something about him asking her if she was hungry, and she was like, 'my stomach was already full...of butterflies' or something? I couldn't even look at it without hysterically giggling. Definitely not among the one's I've stolen."
She pouted at the elbow, drawing away instinctively. "Ouch. Kidding, kidding," she pouted. "Ride, yes, please, and much appreciated. Nudity no. Nudity hurts me."
|
|
|
|
Post by Brody Rogers on Nov 10, 2008 22:05:32 GMT -4
Seraphim looked a little offended, although she knew she couldn't argue the fact, in good conscience. She considered herself a fine literary judge, reading complicated books of both fiction and non, and even she knew that it was a worthless waste of paper. What could she say? She liked vampires, and she [quite secretly] enjoyed a good bit of romance. It was only natural. Not that she was willing to admit as such. Tatum had gotten her into the damn books, anyway.
"Yeah, okay. So it isn't the best book I've read, but if you gave it a chance, I think you could handle it. As far as slice-of-life teen fiction goes, it could be much worse. I've read much worse. It's something good for passing the time on the bus," she replied moodily, settling a pout onto her lips. "And are you saying that if I used that line, you'd call me cheesy again, miss?"
Quickly dressing into her dry outfit, and wrapping up her filthy uniform, Natasha hurried to finish up her task. Once she was done, her bag hung over her shoulder easily, and she pulled out her car keys from her side pocket. "Okay, arguing aside, are we ready?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 11, 2008 11:46:54 GMT -4
Leigh dropped a kiss on the top of Sera's forehead. "If I were to desperately wish to read about vampires, I'd probably go with Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, for one. And two, if ever I were to hear the phrase 'stomach full of butterflies' my mind cannot help but go to the 'plateful of butterflies' scene. And three, I like Bram Stoker's Dracula. Vampires are supposed to be monsters! Scary! Not randomly falling for random teen girls. And should I ever want you know, long-long living men to fall for teenaged girls, I'll go read Tuck Everlasting, because at least it addresses why immortality sucks," Leigh replied.
She glanced up at Natasha, grinning. "We're not arguing, sir. We have different literary choices. We're used to it, plus would you prefer if we were scary-clones?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 12, 2008 13:24:42 GMT -4
"Clones would be bad," Natasha agreed, heading toward the exit of the locker room, and motioning them after her. "I don't think I could handle two Seras, and or two Leighs, really," she added, over her shoulder, as they were stepping into the parking lot. It was still raining, though quite lightly. "Car is just over there."
"She offers valid literary choices, so I'll let it slide," Seraphim replied simply, giving Leigh a little smile, as they headed toward Natasha's car. They usually got a ride home from practice, if Bella didn't pick them up, so it was familiar enough. "Do you have my Dracula then? If not my Twilight?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 15, 2008 12:09:24 GMT -4
"Thanks again, Tash, you're a life-saver,"she noted and slipped easily into a seat in the car, and grinned at Sera. "I plead the fifth."
|
|
|
|
Post by Hunter Sommer on Dec 7, 2008 22:37:37 GMT -4
"I live to.. save lives, you know me," Natasha replied contently, smirking as she slid into the driver's side of the car, and slammed the door behind her. She fished out her keys, grabbing out the car key from the ring, and sliding it into the ignition.
"I, for the record, take that as a firm and final 'yes', then," Seraphim sighed, getting inside of the car as well. Her bag settled beside her, and she buckled herself in, reclining comfortably. "Stealing my books, such a shameful action.."
|
|
|
|
Post by Leigh O'Conner on Mar 4, 2009 12:49:04 GMT -4
"I'll buy you an orange vest then," Leigh grinned at Natasha. "So no one misses it."
Glancing over at Seraphim, she attempted to switch her grin into an innocent expression (all the while thinking of the copy of Dracula sitting on one corner of her desk underneath a handful of folders). "I have no idea of what it is you speak, and I'm offended that you could possibly consider otherwise."
|
|
