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Fricken, Fracken -Ann-
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Post by ann on Apr 4, 2008 22:55:54 GMT -5
"I showed you mine," she stated, rather obviously. "So show me yours." She expected this much of him. After all, it was only fair and she was just curious. He was such hot shot, what could he do that was so great? Mirroring his image, she folded her arms and leaned back on the counter. She waited for him to do some kind of trick. Maybe he could fly, or be invisible, something that seemed more normal than what she had. Maybe not.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2008 3:12:21 GMT -5
Ronnie sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he said, almost as though he was doing her some sort of huge favor. Pushing himself against the counter, Ronnie swiftly made his way to where Bri was standing and grabbed a fistful of her hair, brining her extremely close to him. Looking into her eyes, he loosened his grip and plucked out a single strand of her hair and stepped back to his side of the kitchen. Resting back into the position he’d been in earlier, he quickly shifted into her, the changes occurring in a few seconds.
Dropping the piece of her hair, Ronnie returned to his own body and gave him a bored look. “That’s what I can do,” he said simply, as if she hadn’t been able to figure that out.
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Post by ann on Apr 6, 2008 1:16:23 GMT -5
"OW. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-" she glared at him. Ronnie had almost complete control over her head, this maneuver made her pretty defenseless. It was just do hard to move while he was pulling at her head. "Let go of me!" she whined. Relaxing when he relieved the pressure on her head, she felt a pinch a few seconds later. As soon as he let go, she ruffled her hair, as if to make sure it was still all intact. Still glaring at him, her face became surprised when she saw a mirror image herself standing across from her. He shifted back into himself, and he seemed to look at her like nothing at all had happened. "That's creepy," she paused, thinking about it for a second. "How do I know that's really what you look like?" she asked, wondering if this person did not really look like this at all, wondering if he... or she had stolen this image from someone else. That was unsettling.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2008 1:24:03 GMT -5
“And of course, talking and seeing ghosts is not creepy in any way,” Ronnie scoffed. When she questioned whether or not his appearance was really his own, Ronnie rolled his eyes. “Well, I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” he told her, “because yes, this is what I really look like.”
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Post by ann on Apr 6, 2008 21:27:45 GMT -5
Leaning back on the counter again, she took her coffee cup and brought it up to her lips. Brianna peered at him over the rim of the cup. She watched him speculatively; his claim didn't seem unreasonable. You just have to wonder, if someone could look however they wanted to look, they'd probably try to improve themselves in someway. Though it would be a little creepy to walk around looking like some random stranger. Then again, maybe he only looked good because he could make it look that way. Ronnie didn't show any sign of lying, so she'd just have to believe him for now. "Whatever you say, Dr. Jekyll," Bri replied, with only a little hint of a sarcastic tone in her voice. She sipped at her tea again, but her eyes didn't move from his face at all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2008 21:56:49 GMT -5
“Excuse me?” Ronnie asked her, raising an eye brow. Jokes were not something Ronnie dealt with easily, and what she said, sarcasm or not, got on his nerves. “What gives you the right to say anything like that to me, you f*cking cunt,” Ronnie said, his voice rising with anger. What did this girl think, suddenly she was allowed to degrade him by grouping him along with a freak who became a disgusting monster? Well, she had another thing coming.
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Post by ann on Apr 6, 2008 22:18:09 GMT -5
Brianna looked surprised for a few seconds, she wasn't expecting that reaction. Exactly what she was expecting, she didn't know, but it wasn't that. "It was just a joke," she said incredulously, though for some reason she couldn't help but smile. Yes, there were times when she tried to get those reactions out of people, tried to hurt them only by using words, but this wasn't one of them. Someone was a little bit too sensitive.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2008 22:35:17 GMT -5
“Joke or not, a worthless girl like you has no right to talk to me like that,” Ronnie said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I demand you apologize to me, right now,” he told her, his voice dripping with a false sense of authority.
((blah, shortness. Sorry.))
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Post by ann on Apr 7, 2008 22:18:04 GMT -5
Well, Brianna could not believe this. No one demanded anything from her, especially not extremely sexist, inferior, teenage boys. This was completely ridiculous. It was so ridiculous, it was almost amusing that he thought she'd ever apologize to him in a million years, no matter what she might have done. "Ha!" she said leaning forward, but then turned around to dump out her coffee mug. "Now that's funny," she added. Rinsing it off and leaving it in the sink, she turned to leave him without another word. As far as she was concerned, she was done here.
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