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Post by Davina Austin on Aug 22, 2008 14:48:22 GMT -5
"OhmyGOD! You'll never believe what I saw about- NO! He said that?! Well you can just tell him I won't-"
Davina screwed up her eyes and tried to ignore the cellphone-abusing girl behind her. Honestly, did these people have no respect for other people's comfort? Just once, she'd like to hear somebody answer their phone and say, "Yes, you've reached Dr. Matthews. The surgery? Yes, you need to cut the little tube next to the big squishy thing. No, not that tube! You already did? Okay, listen very carefully..." or something important like that.
Not that she used her own phone for emergencies only, but still. She liked to think that she at least talked quieter than that.
Seeing her favorite store, she wormed her way out of the crowd into the shop. It was one of those stores that sold virtually anything- as long as it could be proven that it had no purpose. Davina almost never actually bought anything, but it was fun to browse around and look at all the junk.
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Post by myst on Aug 22, 2008 15:17:40 GMT -5
entertaining yourself in a world of possibilities is easy but sometimes its better with a friend
Tylar rolled her eyes as she passed a girl who was pretty much screaming at the top of her lungs into her cellphone. If only she knew how idiotic she looked. Oh well, nobody is perfect. Especially not Tylar herself. She had issues just like everybody else, though she didn't dwell on them. However, today she was dwelling on one issue, that being that she was incredibly bored. Boredom was almost a constant thing for the girl, but today she was determined to destroy the boredom-bug. How? By going to the mall.
Malls were always a good place to go. Shopping was fun, and looking at all the different people was just as equally as entertaining. Tylar walked around the mall. She saw a store she went into occasionally and entered it. This store always made her laugh; it was filled with useless crap.
Tylar was just looking at a giant spork, wondering what someone could possibly want with a spork that was the size of your arm. She concluded that it must be for giants, and therefore, giants were real. Case solved. She laughed softly to herself, hoping that the giants were nice, and put the spork down, turning around a bit to fast and her purse that had a long strap and was slung across her body flew out and accidentally hit the person behind her. "Oh! Whoops! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to whack you like that." She said quickily in her high, twinkling voice to the girl with gorgeous brown hair.
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Post by Davina Austin on Aug 22, 2008 15:39:44 GMT -5
Davina snorted, looking at what the box claimed was a "statuette of St. Martin, patron saint of drunks." Nothing, however, seemed quite as bad as the yodeling pickle.
Yes, that's right: somebody designed a plastic pickle that yodeled when you pushed a button. The sheer idiocy had her cracking up for ten minutes straight on the day that she found it.
Since the shop appeared to have less stock than usual, she made to leave, but was stopped by a handbag to the face.
She rubbed her nose as the girl frantically apologized. "That's okay. I think my nose is still working despite the pain." She grinned in spite of herself. "I'm Davina. May I have the name of the girl who nearly knocked my head off?" Davina's voice, in direct contrast with the other girl's, had always been low and slightly husky. A lot of people liked it. Davina personally found it annoying to be one of the only female tenors in any chorus she sang in.
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Post by myst on Aug 22, 2008 15:52:23 GMT -5
what a way to bump into someone, "i'll just destroy your face" oh well, whatever works
Tylar made a face as she saw the girl rub her nose. Shit, she felt bad now. "Well, good. I wouldn't want to be the cause of a nose death." She said, giggling slightly at her own stupidity. Man, she felt like such a dumb little blonde girl. Mind you, she was short (about 5'4") and she was blonde, and she was always klutzy. Stupid generic trait.
Tylar laughed. "I'm Tylar, and I'm really sorry about your head. I'm such a klutz its unbelievable." She informed Davina, storing that name along with the girl's appearance in her head for future reference.
"So you like this store, too?" Tylar asked, making conversation. "I've found some absolutely hilarious things here." She giggled, remembering the few other times she's browsed around in here, checking out the useless shit.
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Post by Davina Austin on Aug 22, 2008 17:03:27 GMT -5
"Yeah." She grinned, "Though it kinda makes you wonder how they stay in business. I mean really, who'd buy this?" She held up a pair of neon green fuzzy dice.
Tylar, eh? Davina had a cousin named Tyler- which was pure cruelty on her aunt Janet's part, because his older brother and sister were named Trevor and Taylor, respectively.
"Really, though, it's fine." Sure, her nose hurt, but it wasn't a big deal. Davina had done plenty of worse things in her time. Like the time she had spilled her glass of orange soda over the Brazilian ambassador at one of her dad's parties. The poor guy had laughed it off, but if he hadn't had a sense of humor... Well, she hadn't set off a war, so whatever.
Or yet, anyway.
"So..." she grasped for something to say. Making small talk was never her forte. "You go to Dalton?"
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Post by myst on Aug 22, 2008 19:52:20 GMT -5
getting to know you one step at a time
Tylar's eyes traveled to what the other girl held in her hands. "Uh, me! That's who would buy this!" She said with a grin as she grabbed the fuzzy dice right out of Davina's hand. They would look beautiful hanging up somewhere in her dorm. She was a sucker for anything fuzzy and brightly coloured.
"Oh yeah, been going to Dalton since my freshman year. I'm a junior now." Tylar informed the other girl, then returned the question, "I'm presuming you do, too?" Dalton Academy was quite nice, a lot different from her middle school back in Garfield, Washington, but she had adjusted easily
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Post by Davina Austin on Aug 22, 2008 20:55:51 GMT -5
Davina had to laugh at the expression on Tylar's face when she grabbed the dice. Priceless.
"Yep! Presenting Davina Austin: Senior Extrordinaire!" Davina smirked. Really, though, she was a bit nervous about starting her last year of high school. Sure, it meant that she was on top of the heap, but her years at Dalton were the best of her life, and she didn't think she was quite ready for college yet.
High school was perfect- away from home, away from the real world.
"Umm..." she said, once again grasping at straws, "If you're buying something, I might as well too. What do you think of this?" She held up an orange-shaped rhyming dictionary.
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Post by myst on Aug 22, 2008 21:15:38 GMT -5
orange what the fuck rhymes with orange?
Tylar laughed, "Senior year, how exciting." She said, grinning. Even if it was exciting, Tylar could definitely wait for it to come. She didn't want to have to venture out into the real world yet. Scary!
The girl then looked at what Davina held up. Shaped like an orange, a dictionary full of rhymes. How ironic, seeing as nothing rhymed with the word orange. "With that, we could create beautiful poetry under the glow of my beautiful dice." Tylar said in a fake-serious voice, laughing when she finished the sentence. Oh yes, they could be poets without even knowin' it.
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Post by Davina Austin on Aug 22, 2008 21:37:02 GMT -5
Davina's frantic attempt to hold in her giggles failed spectacularly, and she burst out laughing along with the other girl. "If we didn't get radiation poisoning first!" she choked, not actually meaning it. Still, radioactive green was an interesting choice. It almost sounded like a crayola color or something. Hm...
"Poetry is great, but my rhyming can wait." She managed to keep a straight face for a whole three seconds before once again collapsing with giggles.
Odd, it wasn't like her to be so bubbly. Usually, she would have made some witty, dry comment by now- but this girl seemed to have gotten under her skin. Interesting. She almost never made friends so quickly. That is- if Tylar was her friend...
She mentally shook herself. Now was not the time to bemoan her inability to keep friends.
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