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Post by Scaramouche on May 21, 2009 9:12:24 GMT -5
Scaramouche narrowed her eyes and crossed her pale, slightly freckled arms over her chest.
" Well I don't know Nash, who do you think?" she asked in a voice dripping heavily with sharp sarcasm.
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Post by Mustapha on May 23, 2009 3:15:29 GMT -5
"Well I'm not sure, that's why I asked..." Nash said quietly, quite dumbfounded by this whole affair. "Go easy on the twat, Sca-ra-mouche." 2D said, sticking up in some way or form for her friend. 2D snorted for a second and left the room, going to the bathroom to check her low bunchies in her hair. Nash stepped on the spot nervously, she had never been left alone with Scaramouche. One question had been bugging her though, "um... why do you...er... hate 2D?" she asked quietly, bouncing around like she had to go badly.
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Post by Scaramouche on May 24, 2009 11:49:29 GMT -5
Scaramouche sighed and reached up to rub her temples. Talking to Nash was sometimes like talking to 3 year old... or to Gaz when he being naive to the extreme.
" It's not that I hate her... she just reminds me of the Teen Queens from back at school." she grimaced at the memory of the stuck-up bimbos. " The way she always whining and trying to steal the limelight, acting ridiculous to get people's attention."
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Post by Mustapha on May 25, 2009 1:09:47 GMT -5
"I see...I understand what you mean... if it weren't for my stealing, I would be practically invisible having her as a mate... but you gotta accept these things in people...like you accept Galileo Figaro even though he's batty" She began to say, being very wise for a moment before she glanced at Scaramouche's guitar, "...shiny..." she whispered to herself, she began rummaging through her bag to distract herself, the last thing she wanted to steal was Scaramouche's guitar, she would be out on the streets in no time.
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Post by Scaramouche on May 27, 2009 12:34:25 GMT -5
Scaramouche narrowed her eyes when she saw Nash glancing at her guitar and she held more protectivly against her, giving the girl a sharp glare that clearly stated "do it and die". She couldn't help but nod slightly though at what she had said before.
" You know, I would try to accept her... but it's not just me who lashes out. She hates me, and Gaz even though he's the Dreamer, just because we're apparently so much more popular than her." she frowned and gagged at the word popular. Like she truly cared about popularity.
" She even uses her attitued against Mustapha." she growled, shaking her head. " That pisses me off."
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Post by Mustapha on May 28, 2009 5:38:21 GMT -5
Nash nodded, "thats true..." she muttered, remembering the younger girl, often picturing that shiny bass, admittedly her bass had a bit more wear and tear than Scaramouche's guitar, the pink haired one was reckless. "I suppose you're right, it's not all your fault... but i guess thats just how she was brought up, just be thankful she's still not Gaga, she was a lot worse growing up in the globalsoft world. She's simmered down now," Nash recalled, picking at a piece of gum stuck to her coin she found yesterday.
"Either way..." She sighed looking at Scaramouche with a soft smile, "you have to admit, she's good at what she does, being outspoken and free... thats part of bohemia..." She shrugged.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 1, 2009 11:14:13 GMT -5
Scaramouche rolled her eyes, letting her breath hiss out from between her clenched teeth. " I guess your right." she muttered reluctently, looking down at her guitar and fingering the strings with her pale hands.
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Post by Mustapha on Jun 2, 2009 16:01:57 GMT -5
Nash Kate smiled, pleased with her results, it wasn't everyday the bad arsed babe agreed with you, even if she didn't mean it. Nash leapt back onto the bar counter and pulled up a heavy green empty bottle, blowing across the top of it to produce a hollow, humming noise, she smirked.
Just then, 2D waltzed back in, her bunchies as spiky and gaunty as ever. "Well I'm back..." She sighed looking over at Nash who was blowing on a bottle and then at Scaramouche, who was ignoring her and playing guitar. "what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" 2D pointed at Nash. "Making Music..." She said quietly, knowing her instrument was pretty lousy in the presence of the shiny guitar. "You're pathetic, whats the point of bloody music?" 2D snorted.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 2, 2009 16:10:17 GMT -5
Scaramouche froze halfway through quietly strumming her guitar when she heard what 2-D had said. She gritted her teeth and slowly spun around to glare hotly up at the Bohemian who was possibly even bitchier than her.
" What's. The. Point?" she asked, accentuating each word with a tiny snarl. "Music is a large part of being a bloody Bohemian, for Freddie's sake!" she stomped her foot. " If it wasn't for the power of rock'n'roll you'd still be seated at the at the Seven Seas with your brains turned to mush, that's what!" she paused for breath, slightly shocked at the fact that her voice had ripped through several octaves as her anger mounted.
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Post by Mustapha on Jun 5, 2009 1:08:57 GMT -5
2D was shot down, Scaramouche was right, much to her pain. Nash smiled secretively from behind the bottle before she began blowing at it once more. "alright, alright, I get it... music's good..." 2D snarled, the main reason she hated it was because she had no talent what so ever in that area.
"I just don't see why it's sooooo important... I mean... aren't there other things in life?" 2D began to say, knowing perfectly well that the heartbreak hotel was not the place to say such a thing. "Sex... drugs... booze..." Nash began quietly, "all of which have been mentioned in Music I believe..." she added, sounding like she was quoting Pop.
"I suppose..." 2D sighed a little, going to sit down next to Scaramouche, "are you gonna kill me if I take a seat?" she asked seriously, knowing the prospect of the bad arsed babe murdering her was likely.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 10, 2009 11:08:43 GMT -5
Scaramouche arched her eyebrows. " I'm not sure yet, I'm mulling it over." she said in a dry voice, reaching up to fiddle with one of her looser hair bunchies and chewing on the inside her her left cheek.
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Post by Mustapha on Jun 13, 2009 23:14:58 GMT -5
2D remained still for a moment before plonking herself next to the hairy one, something any one in the heartbreak would deem as a miracle. She began to pick at her nails and Nash watched eagerly from the bar, "what you looking at Nash?" 2D groaned a little. Nash blinked quickly and looked around the room, "well when you aren't biting each others heads off, you two... seem kinda... I dunno, you both remind me of the other one," Nash said quietly knewing this was a make it or break it situation.
"You think... I... am like her?" 2D asked slowly raising an eyebrow, poitning to Scaramouche and looking both Nash and Scaramouche over.
Nash nodded slowly, licking her lips in anticipation of the oncoming string of profanities.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 14, 2009 9:39:55 GMT -5
Scaramouche narrowed her eyes, digging her chipped fingernails into the palms of her hands. " You think I'm like her..." she said in a slow voice that barely masked the annoyed edge. " Well you wanna know what I think?" she asked, clapping her hands together in a false cheery manner "I think you should rethink what you just said!".
Standing up, the bad-arsed babe gathered her guitar in her arms and walked towards the door of the lounge, tossing her matted purple hair over her shoulder. " The day I'm like 2-D is the day monkeys will fly out of your arse." she called over her shoulder, knowing that what she just said was quite crude but she didn't care.
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Post by Mustapha on Jun 19, 2009 5:07:48 GMT -5
"Wait! Scaramouche, I didn't mean it like that! What I meant was... well you're both very different personality wise, but you both have similar facial structures, quick tempers, sarcastic reflexes and purple hair! That's all!" Nash said leaping from the counter, her long legs benefitting her in catching up to the short guitarists storm off. She grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, not realising she had never touched, nor been within even a foot of the bad arsed babe before, normally being too scared. Now they were a few inches apart and she was looking her right in the eye. "I-I-I... I mean you're both individuals of course but you act the same occasionally... just a little bit." Why she cared so much about this she wasn't sure, but Nash was making her depseration apparent in her eyes.
"Well..." 2D stated briefly, clearly to shocked to say anything else, "she may have a point..." she managed to cough out.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 20, 2009 16:27:10 GMT -5
Scaramouche arched an eyebrow and glanced icily down at Nash's hand, which was still gripping her pale shoulder tightly. "Uh huh." she observed but didn't say anything else.
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