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Post by Mustapha on Jun 23, 2009 1:47:33 GMT -5
Nash smiled, her lip flipping upward till she realised the icy glance at her hand. She yanked it off suddenly and held it behind her back, suddenly frightened of the woman younger than herself. "I... uhhhm... yeah... so I didn't mean any offence by it... I just..." She stopped and flung out a hand suddenly for Scaramouche to shake, "friends?" she blurted more of a statement than a question, before staring confused at her own hand.
2D watched on and said nothing.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 27, 2009 12:11:04 GMT -5
Scaramouche shrugged her shoulders in an uncaring manner, staring at the jumpy older bohemian with arched eyebrows and grasped Nash's hand quickly with her pale, way to calloused from insane guitar playing one.
"Sure, why not."
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Post by Mustapha on Jun 27, 2009 19:11:35 GMT -5
Nash broke into a massive smile, she couldn't help it. It wasn't easy for the kleptomaniac to make friends. "yay..." she said quietly to herself. 2D watched from afar, arching an eyebrow, realising she hadn't said much for a while. "Well... that's a touching moment..." she said, in which she proceeded to jam a finger in her mouth and pretend to vomit. She jumped back up, her face blank as day, "well... I'm kidding of course but... really, I was expecting a totally different reaction from you Miss Mouche..." she began picking at her nails, sauntering over in a bored manner, "I mean, something that involved more swearing and... well maybe a few fists." She stood next to the shorter woman and smirked a little. Nash watched, this was an odd moment, no one was yelling, picking or being a cow.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jun 28, 2009 8:29:42 GMT -5
Scaramouche rolled her eyes in annoyance and crossed her arms over her chest. " Well, unlike you... I don't have to constantly yell, or swear, or act like a snarky little bitch to get people to talk to me." she pointed out bluntly. "But that doesn't mean I don't like to."
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 1, 2009 0:25:27 GMT -5
2D frowned at her but smirked as well, making her look like she had a secret she wasn't telling. "Well... that may be true... well actually it is true, but people talk to me, I'm not a cow to all of them... shows just how special you are 'bad-arsed-babe' " 2D snorted sounding out each syllable of Scaramouche's nickname. "Sure, I have a lot of friends, GASP!" 2D said in mock horror, before looking at Scaramouche with her usual pissed off-but couldn't care less glance. "Either way, everyone here's a bit of a bitch, even the men can be if they are gay enough. It's just what living underground does to you..." She began to slink behind the shorter woman before grabbing her head and whispering in her ear, "makes you a crazy arsehole who drinks for a living..." she added bitterly before stepping backwards and cackling at Scaramouche's glare. She felt like an older sibling teasing the younger one, her height advantage made sure of that.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 3, 2009 8:25:10 GMT -5
Scaramouche whirled around and cast 2-D a frosty glare. " If that's what living under ground does to every one else... well what did it do to make into into what you are?" she asked in a level voice, though deep inside she was fighting the urge to punch the the other out.
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 5, 2009 0:21:15 GMT -5
2D stared at Scaramouche for a while, she raised an eyebrow and sighed before looking at her fingernails. "Well..." she said softly, "I'd have to say what made me into what I am would be... the people." she smirked honestly. For a moment she was being friendly, "of course, you'd be one of the main reasons," only for a moment though. "I was actually quite liked till you, leather chest and pigtails showed up all high and mighty." 2D sighed leaning against a table, still picking at her nails. Nash Kate looked at Scaramouche, "it's true you know..." she said quietly, pulling at the strap on her bag.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 5, 2009 6:06:29 GMT -5
Scaramouche arched her eyebrows momentarily before narrowing them. " What do you mean, high and mighty? I did not act like that at all when I first showed up here with Gaz and I still don't now! Your making it sound like I think that I run the the place!" she paused for a moment "Leather chest and pig tails? Is that honestly the best description you've got of me? Frankly I thought someone as witty as yourself would have been able to come up with something better, hell, the idiotic Teen Queens had better descriptions of me. I guess that proves who would win that battle of the wits." she sat down on the edge of one of the rickety end tables, crossing her arms over her chest, grinning smugly.
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 7, 2009 2:05:46 GMT -5
2D watched silently as Scaramouche went on with her rant. When the hairy one was finished, 2D sat on the back on a chair and scratched her neck before tossing her head back and laughing. "You don't get it do you Scaramouche?" she said before laughing again. "It's a little ironic you brought up those teen queens because you realise what you're doing? You're acting just like them!" she scoffed, a wide grin set on her face. 2D stood and began to wander around the room,
"I mean, sure you don't dress like them... you're not a shopoholic and hell, I'll admit you have some personality compared to those bitches but you both do the same thing, you pick up peoples faults and you're sarcastic about them!!" She stared at Scaramouche incredulously.
"I'll admit I do it too, but I can admit that. I mean, for example... Galileo, you make fun of him because he makes songs in his head, not making fun in the way the teen queens do but it does hurt him, don't it? And whats her face... Mustapha! You call her up on being a little cry baby and what not, she is a cry baby sure, but it still hurts her... I should know, I'm the exact same."
"You and me... we're insecure... so what do we do? Have tough exteriors, pick on other peoples faults and make fun of them so we don't feel so vulnerable... it's just life..." 2D said softly, staring at a spot on the floor before looking up at the two other women and shaking her head as if to remind herself what they were talking about.
"So to respond to your little rant earlier... I may be dumber than a teen queen, I may be a sarcastic... no I AM a sarcastic bitch... but you can't tell me you aren't the same."
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 7, 2009 9:08:54 GMT -5
Scaramouche blinked furiously, opening her mouth to come up with a snappy comeback but... she was actually lost for words. Sure she had a nasty sarcastic streak, but she only used sarcasm to keep the walls she had spent so many years building around her from crumbling. There was only one person who was able to break through that wall and his name is Galileo Figaro. Of course she mocked him about the voices he heard and Mustapha about her constant state of fear and panic but... they both knew that she cared deeply about both of them.
Realizing that her moth was still agape, the Bad-Arsed babe quickly closed it, only to open it again and let out a sound that came out as a cross between a hiss, a sigh and a snarl. She didn't like not having anything to say, she didn't like it one bit.
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 10, 2009 2:22:54 GMT -5
"See... I knew it..." 2D responded to Scaramouche's silence quietly. She let a small air of disappointment rush over her... to be honest she would've found any argument Scaramouche made to that either hilarious or compelling. She shook her head slightly and smiled softly. "I knew it... and just because I do doesn't mean you have to go around hating me like you always do or hating me even more so..." she murmured, not believing what was coming out of her own mouth.
"Despite our differences and little tiffs... I suppose you're a... well... you're a human, I'll give you that..." 2D said looking the woman up and down. "so in light of this, I won't pull you up on it... because you'd probably do me back ten times worse, am I right?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 12, 2009 6:55:18 GMT -5
Scaramouche arched her eyebrows, feeling slightly shocked at the way 2-D was actually speaking to her, not snapping bitchy, annoying comments in her direction. She chewed on her lower lip, thinking it over as she tugged mindlessly on one of her many ponytails sticking out of her hair.
" Hmmm... most likely." she finally decided, standing up to brush some of the dirt that was caked onto her studded leather skirt, a hopeless act really. The red leather looked like it would probably never be fully clean ever again.
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 16, 2009 7:38:45 GMT -5
"You see..." 2D said pulling at her own pigtail, a weird reaction to seeing Scaramouche pull at her own, "now that wasn't so hard was it?" She said getting up and patting Scaramouche on the shoulder as she walked past her to the bar.
Meanwhile, in the corner of the doorway, Nash watched silently, not knowing her green bottle was slipping from her fingers. The girls jumped at the smashing glass. Nash looked at her legs and they were clean except for one large sharp piece which had bounced from the ground and welted into her shin.
"Oh..." Nash said faintly before she started to faint against the doorway
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Post by Scaramouche on Jul 24, 2009 6:42:13 GMT -5
Scaramouche growled slightly and swatted 2-D's hand away from her when the other girl reached out to pat her shoulder. Though she had "mellowed out", the Bad-Arsed Babe still didn't like getting patted or shoved around by people she didn't always agree with, which is one of the main reason why the other Bohemians always see an upset and confused Galileo wandering about the halls of the Heartbreak late at night. Some nights it's the voices he hears, and other it's angry little Bohemian girl.
SMASH!!
" What the Hell?!" Scaramouche jumped violently, letting a choice stream of swear words and spun around to see Nash slumped against the door frame in a faint. "Nash..." she began, standing up from the table she had been seated on and took a couple of steps towards her. "Oi Nash!" she snapped her fingers in front of her face " Your barely even bleeding, so stop being such a baby!"
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Post by Mustapha on Jul 26, 2009 2:19:32 GMT -5
" Your barely even bleeding, so stop being such a baby!"
2D looked up at the two from the bar and frowned. "Oi!" She snarled, glaring at Scaramouche. "She ain't being no baby!" 2D walked over and nudged Scaramouche away from Nash-Kate, suddenly getting protective, like an older sister, even though Nash was six years her senior.
She licked her lips and helped Nash sit down before turning to Scaramouche. She herded the woman to a corner and looked at Nash before whispering in a harsh tone at the bad arsed babe, "It ain't just the kleptomaniac in Nash thats a little... batty, alright? She's got... let's say suppressed memories. Her mum was killed by Global soft. Right in front of her face." 2D glanced over her shoulder to check that Nash wasn't listening,
"so now any pointy objects or cuts, wounds, blood, yadda yadda, make her... let's say, have a flash back. Like your dreamer and his lyrics. Can't be helped, it's hell annoying, but you gotta protect them from being subject to torment... right?" She hissed before turning her back on Scaramouche and dropping a rag on Nash's eyes.
"Can I... get your help?" 2D asked awkwardly, gesturing towards the large shard as she prepared to yank it out.
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