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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jan 28, 2012 1:08:18 GMT -5
Cheyenne couldn't wait any longer. She reached into the brown takeout bag and grabbed one of the piping hot eggrolls. She had to fiddle with it a little to get it wrapped in the napkin, but finally she was strolling down the street with bags in one arm and an eggroll in the other. "I love you, you little bastard." She said lovingly to the bit of food before taking a bite. "Ah, hot, hot!" She managed as her mouth opened and she tried to suck in some breaths of cold air to try and cool the food down as she slowly tried chewing it. And finally "Son of a bitch." Came her final comment regarding the stupid eggroll that had left a nice little burn on the roof of her mouth. She blew on it before taking the next, much smaller bite.
It didn't take long before she was standing outside of her sisters apartment complex. She held the eggroll between her teeth so she could open the door, and then maneuvered her way inside with her bags, grabbing the eggrolls once more and moving towards the elevator.
When the elevator came she climbed on board and hit Claire's floor. "Wait, hold the elevator!" Came a girls voice as she rushed through the doors, a tiny puffy yellow dog at her feet. Cheyenne sneered a little at the pomeranian and then mashed her finger repeatedly at the door close button. "WAIT!" Cried the girl but Cheyenne simply shrugged as the door shut practically in her face. "Ugh, some people." She grumbled rolling her eyes and taking another bite as the elevator climbed upwards.
Cheyenne didn't bother knocking as she got to the little studios door on the top floor. She patted her pocket and realized she didn't have her sisters spare key on her so instead she reached her arm up and moved her fingers across the top of the door frame until they found what she was looking for -- the hideakey.
"Claire?" She called into the apartment, putting the key back on the door frame and coming in. "Seriously? You make it easy for someone to break in. Oh, I brought Chinese. If you're naked get dressed because I don't need to see all that." The girl moved to her sisters couch and put the food down on the coffee table. "You have to see these Jimmy Choos I got. I think you're going to pee yourself when you do. Which reminds me, Can I borrow those pink heels you have? The hot pink ones, not those Barbie...oh, actually...yeah can I borrow those Barbie pink ones?"
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 28, 2012 2:14:36 GMT -5
   When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
Claire hadn't been home long. She'd been out running errands, picking up groceries and even found time to go buy a new pair of shoes! Different people had different kinds of vices when they were nervous or stressed out. Most people drank or smoked. But Claire bought shoes. That was why she had so many shoes! She was always stressing out about something, though normally it wasn't as big as the current situation was. She couldn't believe she didn't come home with twelve pairs of shoes! But no, she came home with just one pair. In a way that was a good thing! Not like she needed more credit card debt than she already had.
After Claire had arrived home she was busy trying to unpack all her bags and put everything in the correct spot when she heard the door opening. The studio was quite spacious for the small amount of room that Claire had to work with. Her sofa was just a two seater near one end and a large bean bag from The Love Sac was used as another place to sit for the very rare times she had company other than her sister. There was a small TV that she hardly ever watched. She did have a chef's kitchen, although she never cooked. It was always take out. Because Claire didn't cook.
"Finally!" Claire said with exaggeration in her voice, rolling her eyes at her sister and throwing her hands up in the air. "Where have you been? I called you hours ago and told you I needed to talk to you. This is important stuff!" She hurried out of the kitchen area and went straight towards her sister, nearly slipping in her heels on the faux wooden floors. "Yeah, whatever. Take all the shoes!" She dismissed the question about her sister borrowing her shoes. Usually it would be a haggle going back and forth, trying to figure out what to trade. Claire sometimes made Cheyenne give her money for her shoes. Then when she brought them back in good condition she gave her the money back. It was great.
"You won't believe what happened at work! There's this new exhibit that is opening up and the showing is going to be this big snobby party banquet thing? Which in itself would be lame but this time is different. And I was going to ask you to go with me but in the heat of the moment I asked my coworker Griffin to go instead and he said yes so he's going instead? And the display! We have to get rid of it! Chey are you even listening to me?!" Claire went off like a bomb, bursting and getting a bad case of word vomit. She spewed out the nonsense so quickly even she was unsure of what exactly she said and had to blink a couple of times, trying to replay everything she just said in her head.
But it flew away from her reachSO SHE RAN AWAY IN HER SLEEP• • • • • • • • • • • • |
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jan 29, 2012 0:00:19 GMT -5
Cheyenne simply rolled her eyes as her little sister scolded her for coming late. The "import" things Claire usually had to tell her about typically involved her acting like a complete idiot in front of someone and not knowing how to save face. For example rambling on like a cracked out chimp and saying something regrettable or face planting, likely down a flight of steps. She continued to listen but not say anything as Claire babbled on and on. She turned and raised a brow when she mentioned she had asked that hunk Griffin to the banquet instead of her. she hated those things but went for Claire's sake! Plus she usually found men willing to buy her expensive things just to have dinner with her. Sure, it was a little trashy, and sort of pathetic, but she knew they had money to burn and why not burn it on her? Plus, it made them happy. She just thought of it as charity. She was helping the old, ugly men of Scriptor Bay feel young and hot again. Plus she got something flashy. Win, win.
The lioness moved from the table with the food to her sisters closet, knowing exactly where the dozens of shoes were kept. It was sometimes hard to find the ones she wanted considering her sisters extensive collection, but that didn't really bother her because sometimes she found other shoes she wanted to borrow, or ones that would match better than the ones she originally had in mine. Every time she shopped in Claire's closet she breathed a sigh of relief that despite the fact that she was more successfully beautiful, they shared a love for shoes, and the same shoe size. Life would suck if they had different sized feet.
"..And the display! We have to get rid of it! Chey are you even listening to me?!" Cheyenne looked up nonchalantly and gave a little smile. "Well, you almost lost me at first but then you mentioned asking someone to the banquet. I'm really impressed that you actually asked someone! And not just anyone, but hunky beach boy. Raaawr! You go girl." The comment was a borderline taunt, but she genuinely meant it.
She got up from the closet, pink shoes in hand and moved to the couch, slumping down in it and grabbing the carton of low mein, much more calm than her spaz of a little sister. "So there's a display you want to get rid of?" She asked makign sure she actually understood what her sister said. "Isn't that, I don't know, illegal?" She snorted, dipping the chopsticks into the little white box to get some noodles. "What's it of?"
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 29, 2012 0:36:55 GMT -5
When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
Claire knew that Cheyenne wasn't listening to her. Her sister zoned her out at times and Claire even knew it! Sure, maybe she talked a lot and sometimes she would rant and get off topic but that didn't mean that Cheyenne had to tone her out completely! But then again, she didn't. She DID hear that Claire asked Griffin to the banquet. Of course she heard THAT part! She rolled her eyes and plopped herself down onto her couch and peeked into the low mein carton while Chey was busy rustling through her closet.
She then picked up another white take out carton which held white rice. She grabbed a pair of packaged chopsticks out of the bag and tore the paper wrapping at the top and slid them out, snapping them and positioning them between her fingers and digging into the rice. "Yes. I asked Griffin. Alert the whole town! Claire McLeester actually asked a boy out!" She pulled out a glob of sticky rice with the chopsticks and popped it into her mouth, swishing it around and then chewing it on her left side making her cheek puff up a bit. "Well, it's not like a date date. He just seemed interested in going and I volunteered.. to take him." She shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal. She knew Chey would make a fuss out of it though.
Claire's black house cat, Luna, who didn't get along with Claire's sister. The feline usually hid under Claire's bed and would hiss at Chey while she was there. Tonight seemed to be the exception. Either Luna didn't realize that Chey had come over or she didn't care, but she jumped up onto the back of the couch and walked along it with the grace only a feline could pull off.
"Yes it's illegal. But the outcome would be far worse if this goes public. It's a skeleton. A skeleton of those bird people." Claire practically whispered it to her sister, leaning towards her so that she could hear her. It was like she was afraid that her apartment was bugged or something. "What did mom call them again? Avuh- Aver- Avia-somethings?"
But it flew away from her reachSO SHE RAN AWAY IN HER SLEEP• • • • • • • • • • • • |
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jan 29, 2012 23:05:28 GMT -5
Cheyenne laughed and twirled her chopsticks as her sister continued to rant. There was something a little endearing about her sisters way of going on and on, she couldn't really deny it. She would have liked to see Claire ask the boy to the banquet. Knowing Claire it either came out in passing by accident or she asked and then rambled on and on until he agreed out of pity. She was almost certain it wasn't because he was interested and she was all casually "Well, you can come with me!" Claire wasn't that cool. She wanted to ask but decided against it, figuring Claire wanted to move past the subject, but what kind of big sister would she be if she let it slide without so much as a comment? "Yeah. I'm sure he was all "That sounds like fun!"."
As soon as the words finished coming out of her mouth, Chey's neck snapped to the back of the couch, catching the movement. Perhaps it was the alpha cat instinct in her, or perhaps it was the likeness to their mother in cat form, but regardless of what it was Cheyenne despised Claire's cat. she told her sister not to get the little scab of a creature, but as always Claire went against her sisters much better judgement. She detested the little beast. With one swift movement the girl lifted her arm up and back handed the cat clear off the back of the couch. "Scram, you rotten beast!"
She glowered after Luna, listening to Claire go on about the skeletons, her attention suddenly back on her sister, the look of annoyance suddenly gone. "Wait, wait, wait..." She said, putting the box of food down and waving her hands around. "You mean to tell me your stupid little museum found an Avisaille skeleton?!" She asked in complete shock and astonishment. Cheyenne had always doubted their existence because the proof of them actually being IN existence was nil. Sure, people occasionally called ins sightings of freakishly large birds with human like bodies near Megsy Isle, but that wasn't proof really. It was like saying Aliens came and anally probed the inbred Texans once a month!
"So what's your master plan here, Claire Bear? Huh? We just...waltz into the museum one night and steal some skeleton?" She asked raising a brow, but it didn't sound like such a bad plan. "Actually, that sounds like a pretty good idea." A playful smirk pulled at her lips. "We could chase those fat security guards and chew up their damn walkie talkies. Who would believe a lion and cheetah stole the exhibit?"
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 30, 2012 0:16:22 GMT -5
When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
"Scram, you rotten beast!"
"Hey don't hurt my cat!" Claire exclaimed and flicked a piece of rice towards Cheyenne, the sticky rice flying off of her chopstick into the air. She hoped it would hit her sister in the forehead and stick there. It would be priceless. She'd definitely get a picture with her phone before Chey left for the night. But alas, it didn't stick to her forehead! It actually just stuck to the couch next to Cheyenne. "......aw c'mon!" She said and glared at the single grain of rice. Just her luck!
When Cheyenne set her food down Claire knew that she finally got her sister's full attention! "Avisaille! Yeah that's the one. And yeah there's a giant display and we're showing it on Saturday. Can you believe it? Chey it doesn't look fake at all." Claire shook her head and stuck the chopsticks in the Chinese takeout box again and then pulled out another bunch of sticky rice, popping it in her mouth and chewing it up. "e's li'e uh bi' deyuh!" Claire tried to talk with a mouthful of food but then swallowed it and cleared her throat, feeling a piece stuck but she managed to dislodge it and swallowed it. "It's like a big deal! Do you know what this could mean?"
Claire had to put the food down on the table next to Cheyenne's since she usually got animated and had to move her hands around while she spoke. "We have to take it down!" She listened to her sister's little mocking idea before she shook her head. "No, trying to do it when the museum is closed is too complicated. They have alarms and guards and it's a mess. We'd have to do it the night of the banquet."
But it flew away from her reachSO SHE RAN AWAY IN HER SLEEP• • • • • • • • • • • • |
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jan 30, 2012 0:45:20 GMT -5
"Uhh...yuh. This is definitely a big deal." For the first time in Claire's entire life, her big news was actually big news. At least big news to Cheyenne. This would be disastrous. Having the public know the Guardians were real? Although... maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.
"Okay, let's figure this out.." She turned in the little sofa and sat facing Claire directly, and then pulled her curly blond hair up into a ponytail using the rubber band nestled around her wrist. "You want to steal a display of a skeleton during a banquet that a hundred or so people will be in attendance for. Okay, seriously? Could you really pick a worse time to do this? You couldn't, like, do this during your lunch hour or something? Because I'm pretty sure someone will notice you carrying a freaking skeleton around. That's first of all." She said, reaching for her box again and poking around the noodles with her chop sticks.
"Second... let's discuss the severity of this situation here." She sucked a noodle down and pulled her feet up under her. "This might actually be a good thing. Hear me out." She held a hand up, not wanting Claire to try and interject before she had an opportunity to say what she wanted. "Up until now the whole Guardian thing was a mystery. Do they exist? No one knows! Ooooh... but now? Now there's hard proof. People will respect the legacy, they'll revere the Guardians. Maybe this will make it okay for us to sort of come out and be like, hey. Whattsup. We're Guardians bitches, respect us. We could be famous for what we do naturally! We wouldn't have to hid who we were. Those bird people? They don't age like us, Claire. At least that's what mom said. Do you know how much that must suck? Watching everyone get old and you're still young? How the hell do you explain that to people, and if there are really Gargoyles? Jeez.. This could be the opportunity all of us need to come out of hiding. This could be the start of something spectacular." She offered and then shrugged, "Or someone will just debunk it and say its a hoax and be done with it."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 30, 2012 1:17:28 GMT -5
When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
"You want to steal a display of a skeleton during a banquet that a hundred or so people will be in attendance for. Okay, seriously? Could you really pick a worse time to do this? You couldn't, like, do this during your lunch hour or something? Because I'm pretty sure someone will notice you carrying a freaking skeleton around. That's first of all."
"That.. is exactly what I want to do. And it's not going to be just the skeleton. It's a locked glass case. And there's only a couple of keys to it. Frank has one and I might be able to slip it off of his key ring but it will be hard. And believe me. Having a crowd there? Less likely to be noticed than you would be in an empty museum. We have security cameras up everywhere, or have you never noticed?" Claire wouldn't be surprised if Cheyenne never realized the type of security they had at the museum. It wasn't as if the museum was some rinky dink building that was falling apart. The museum had been there for a very long time! It had been there just as long as City Hall was.
"This might actually be a good thing. Hear me out." Claire was about to interject but her sister cut her off, so instead she made a face at her and ate some more rice while she listened to Cheyenne explain how it could be a good idea. And of course her ideas were good. They were positive. Although as she described the Avisaille and the Gargoyles as being ancient, Claire felt a sadness overwhelm her. It must have been hard to watch others live their lives and die, while they still had so many years ahead of them. Who would want to live that long? Claire wouldn't. She was glad she wasn't one of them. They lived just as long as humans did and she was okay with that. But she still felt sorry for them.
When Cheyenne was finished talking Claire took a deep breath before she started to describe it from her perspective. Why it would be a bad idea to let it be known to the public. "I thought that too at first. But there's so many reasons why it would be bad. Have you seen any movie dealing with anyone being different? Take X-Men for example! And I know you've seen X-Men because I made you watch it with me two years ago. When the mutants try to come out in the open the Government portray them as bad guys. And the public fear them and grow to hate them. Why? Because people can't handle change. Sure, there's the stories about us, but that's all it is to them. It's a bedtime story, giving them a sense of security and hope that there is something different out there. But what do you think will happen the moment we come out into the light? We'll be put under a microscope and studied."
Claire hated the very thought of it. It would never happen though, because they were going to steal that display! "All you see is fame and worship. I see fear and hatred. They'll hunt us down and they'll take us away from the tree. Imagine what will happen then. I mean, sure it's dormant and peaceful, right? But maybe that's because we're here. Or maybe the tree is just a bunch of crock. Who knows?! But who wants to take that chance?"
She shook her head and took another bite of the white rice before she set it down and reached for another carton, pulling the tabs apart and looking inside to find the beef and broccoli. "Mmm come here you sweet, succulent chunk of meat." She grabbed a long slice of beef with the chopsticks and stuck it in her mouth and chewed. "We have to figure something out. We're going to have dinner with Griffin tomorrow. He's making us dinner at his place after work."
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jan 30, 2012 17:33:28 GMT -5
Cheyenne had to admit her sister made valid points, but she was certain despite their fear and lack of understanding, they would not harm the Guardians. Besides, the Guardians wouldn't stand for it. They would fight back hard, but even then it would cause chaos. "I don't just see fame and worship." She countered, her voice soft. She saw more than that. She saw the big positive picture of them being seen as the heroes, like in all of Claire's stupid super hero movies. Chey wasn't into that nerdy garbage, that was for girls that looked like Claire.
The girl suddenly grimaced at her little sister. "How the hell can you talk so passionately about something with clear, precise points and the go on to talk dirty to your dinner? I swear we're not really related." She rolled her eyes and took a bite of her own food as Claire continued and she nearly spit her food out.
"Whoa... we are having dinner with Griffin tomorrow?" She asked a little surprised. "He invited you over for dinner to talk about this fabulous little heist you're planning and you're going to drag me along?" Cheyenne rolled her eyes and put the box down between her legs and grabbed her sisters shoulders, looking her right in the eyes. "You clearly don't know how to put the moves on a man." She dropped her hands to her own knees and held them there. "Okay, let's just forget about this little plot you have for now, okay? Okay good. What's going to happen is you are going to go over there tomorrow looking smokin', and I mean smokin' hot. I'm talking hair did, nails done, highest, sexiest heels you own, short skirt, and a bottle of fancy wine. Talk about your plan, be irresistible, I know you have the ability hidden in there somewhere, and woo the hell out of this guy. Jeez, Claire. Why the hell would you drag me to his house for dinner? This is your chance to actually get a halfway decent guy. Claire, he didn't even look at me at the beach! That's saying something, he's a keeper."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 30, 2012 20:50:05 GMT -5
When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
"No it's not like that it's just dinne--" Claire knew this was going to happen. As soon as she said that they were going to Griffin's house for dinner she knew Cheyenne was going to see it as something other than it was. She frowned and watched her sister as she babbled about looking hot and whatever else, waiting for to finish before she spoke again. "You done?" She asked, but Cheyenne wasn't done! She kept talking and reminded Claire that Griffin didn't even seem to notice Cheyenne at the beach. That was true. Whenever men were around and Claire tried to have a conversation with them their eyes usually wandered off to her sister. But Griffin always paid attention to her, which was one of the reasons why she liked him so much. Even during her antics he seemed to still listen.
"No it's -- you're wrong." Claire's brows went up and she nodded her head. "You couldn't BE more wrong about this. Because he invited us to dinner. He said you could come along if I wanted you to. Besides what am I suppose to say during dinner? Alone? With him?" Her sister was always trying to get Claire to hook up with someone. She knew that Cheyenne thought she was a total dweeb, but she didn't mind it at all. She liked her dorkiness. It was who she was.
"I don't have time to spend getting my hair and nails done. It's tomorrow and I have to work all day. I could paint my nails.. I've got some polish. What, blue? Maroon?" Claire shrugged and set the Chinese back on the table and got up, heading towards a giant dresser that was up against one of the walls near the window. Her apartment had a lot of windows, that was one of the things she liked about it. Luna, who was about to hiss and leap at Cheyenne noticed Claire getting up and went to follow her, the feline's long black tail sticking straight up into the air. It hopped up onto the dresser and mewed at Claire, wanting attention. "Not now kitty. I'm busy. Move your --butt!" Claire swatted at the cat's tail and opened one of the drawers and pulling out a shoe box with a blue top. There were four shoe boxes in that drawer. In fact, there were shoe boxes in all of the drawers of the dresser. They were good, cheap storage boxes. Well, actually they were expensive storage boxes. But they came with her shoes so she kept them and made a use for them.
She headed back over towards the couch and plopped down, setting the box in her lap and opening the lid. She had an array of different little bottles of nail polish. All different colors and brands, some so old that they'd turned to powder and others that were fairly recent. "Pick a coluh!" Claire said in her best Chinese accent, knowing it was very stereotypical but every time she'd gone to the nail salon with Cheyenne that's what they said!
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jan 30, 2012 23:52:53 GMT -5
"Pick a coluh!" Cheyenne raised a brow and gave her a "really?" look before shaking her head and rooting through the box. That was just her sisters idiotic way of being herself. She had accepted it long ago, but that didn't mean she exactly approved of her silliness. How were they even related!? Claire wasn't even like their mother. She must be like her father, whoever the hell he was, and he must have been one lucky son of a bitch to end up in their mothers bed. Not that the whore was all that picky. Cheyenne tried to be picky. Sometimes...
The thought of her mother aggravated her and she pulled out a deep red polish that had dried around the cover. "You should work on your pathetic factor." She said softly. "It's a little high." She felt bad as soon as she finished saying it and her eyes moved up to her sisters and she gave a teasing smile, as if to say, hey, I'm just kidding, little sister!
She took Claire's hand and started painting her long fingernails, something she must have done a thousand times before that night. "You tell him how nice his place is." Cheyenne looked up again briefly before back down at Claire's nails, using long, hard strokes to get the color on her sisters nails. Her voice had changed from being mildly condescending to a more subdued tone, giving advice gently and showing she cared for her sister. She didn't show it often, but Cheyenne would put herself in the crossfire for her sister if it meant her safety. She was the only person she truly cared for. "Compliments are great conversation starters, and when you run out you talk about the heist. Make a game plan together, eat food, and when a plans in place you compliment the food. Smile at him." She knew even as she said it Claire wouldn't be able to pull it off. It came natural to Cheyenne, but Claire? Calling her a hot mess would be an understatement.
"Honestly? It sounds like her asked you to dinner and then said I could come out of politeness, if you wanted me there. But, you were there, not me. If you really want me to come I will, but you're missing an opportunity to be alone with the hunk in his pad." Cheyenne shrugged and put Claire's hand down and grabbed the other to start painting those next. "If you want we could have a code so I can leave when you want me to? Or... I could just not go." That playful smile slid back over her lips and a gentle chuckle rumbled at the back of her throat.
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 31, 2012 0:14:52 GMT -5
"Owch." Claire said and blinked at her sister, giving her a fake shocked look. Claire did NOT have a pathetic factor! She had awesome written all over her, like she was some super awesome walking billboard... person. Well, not really. She might have been a little on the pathetic side but she would never call herself that. "I think I lost my allure after the fifth grade, Cheyenne. And the only reason I had it back then was because my 'hot' older sister had a cold sore." Claire said to her sister and rolled her eyes then stared at her. Why was Cheyenne so gorgeous and... blonde?! They both had similar features that they inherited from their mother, but then there were so many other that made them so opposite it was like they were the north and south poles.
"You really think that I'm going to be able to remember this? Can you write it down? Maybe I can take some note cards or something?" She scrunched up her nose and shook her head. "No? Rats." Claire just was no good at this. If she went to Griffin's by herself she was bound to embarrass herself. Or break something. Which ever came first.
She looked down at her nails, extending them and keeping them apart so that her sister could paint them for her. She didn't like to paint her own nails. She couldn't stay on the nails! When she tried she got polish all over her fingers. Which wasn't too bad. After it dried she'd usually shower and then pick the dried polish off of her skin and they'd look just fine! But she liked it better when Cheyenne did them. She'd been doing it since they were little and it was bonding time for them.
"Chey, can you just -- please?" She tilted her head to the side and gave her sister her most pathetic, sat eyes. She batted her eyelashes at Cheyenne and pleaded with her in a playful, dorky way. Almost like she was a little kid. "Pretty please? I'll love you for all eternity if you'll go with me! And it was his idea for you to come!" She lied a little bit, since she knew Griffin didn't want Cheyenne to get involved. But Claire NEEDED Cheyenne there! "Go with me and I'll let you KEEP a pair of my Dolce heels!" Those bad boys where EXPENSIVE!
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Post by CHEYENNE MCLEESTER on Jan 31, 2012 0:29:57 GMT -5
Chey cocked a brow and rolled her eyes when her sister asked for the note cards. Was she that clueless? Yes. Cheyenne knew the answer even as she thought it. Claire was just THAT clueless.
"Chey, can you just -- please? Pretty please? I'll love you for all eternity if you'll go with me!" The girl sighed. She wouldn't say no to her sister, but she hated that Claire still needed her support for things like this. How many times had she given her this exact same advice? Then again, how many times had she screwed it up. She knew she had to hold her sisters hand if she ever wanted to marry her off. Claire was the lucky one in some ways. Cheyenne could never settle like she knew Claire would be able to. She would never feel comfortable with the thought of having just one single person to call her own for eternity. Eternity was an awful long time, and she couldn't bear to waste her energy on just one person. Even if they were as fabulous as she was! "Go with me and I'll let you KEEP a pair of my Dolce heels!"
The nail polish stopped and Cheyenne looked up at her sister. Was she serious!? "You have been sniffing way too many polish fumes." She shook her head. "I'll go, I'll go... and I'm not going to take your shoes, BUT I get to borrow at least five pairs without the deposit!" In a way it was like getting five pairs of shoes. That way if she ruined them all by accident it was okay! "And if I think you two need a little one on one time I'm out. I'm not third wheeling this thing. I'm going to help you plot and help you flirt, and then I'm hightailing it out of there, capiche?"
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 31, 2012 1:43:53 GMT -5
"YESS thank you!" Claire felt like kissing her sister! Only she didn't. Because she knew if she leaned towards Cheyenne to give her a peck on the cheek she'd only move away and then Claire would get nail polish all over her couch. That was definitely not a good idea, so she kept herself from doing it. "Alright, five pairs. But it doesn't mean you can give them to your friends to wear! I don't know where their feet have been. I don't know where YOURS have been but I trust you're not going to give me worms or anything." She shuddered audibly at the thought and then hopped up off the couch, her hands still wet with nail polish. "I kinda like this guy. Plus I have to work with him, so I don't want to do anything too embarrassing that could make the work place potentially a hazard afterwards. You know what I mean?" The girl started to walk around, pacing in front of the television and flapping her hands up and down in the air trying to dry her nails faster. "This'll be great, right? Great.." She muttered to herself, nodding as if she was trying to reassure herself. "Oh crap maybe I should go buy a new outfit. You know what? I'll worry about that later. I'm hungry and now my nails are wet! Dangit Cheyenne!" ______________________________________________ THREAD COMPLETE |
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