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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Jan 11, 2009 14:02:27 GMT -5
Elliot laughed, tugging the collar of her heavy coat up around her ears to chase away the chill. The poor girl had terrible circulation, and the warmth from the coffee had already left her.
"This is true." She looked over at her new friend, brushing a few stray curls away from her smile. "Seems we have terribly similar taste in friends," and otherwise. The two girls had so much that should have drawn them together, friends for instance, and some remarkably similar personality traits, not to mention backgrounds, and yet they had been pushed apart by something so trivial.
"It's a decent enough idea, but who am I supposed to go shopping with then?" The Almasian smirked, tapping shopping bag that Morgan carried to house her new jeans. As the younger girl mentioned Kennedy, Elliot couldn't swallow back a laugh at the sudden mental image.
"I think you'd have to worry about Angela having a meltdown about Kennedy being attacked before he even stressed." She was the perfect damsel in distress after all, and as such, Angela needed her shining knight in perfect condition, at all times. Plus, it seemed like Angela surely needed to being having a spaz attack about something, at all times as well.
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Post by morg on Jan 11, 2009 15:44:56 GMT -5
"Terribly," agreed Morgan. Odd then, that the two of them had spent the better part of a year avoiding one another, shooting glares and cautious looks. You'd think one or the other would have broke before now. Must just be too stubborn.
Angela freak out? Just what Morgan needed, another crazy, overprotective person in her family.
"You'd think Angela would get used to Kennedy being attacked. One or the other has to have someone go after them once a month, or something's wrong," Morgan smirked. Only in her family was being attacked by demons, raped by vampires, or kidnapped by goblins simply a matter of course.
"Knowing my luck, we'd get away with about two crimes before big brother shows up in tights to stop us," Morgan stuck her tongue out, then shook her head. Despite her assertions, there were bits of Kennedy that she actually liked.
"Gah, we so need a subject change..." Morgan paused for a while, looking to the streets for inspiration. "I'm betting you don't know sports that well, and there goes half my conversation topics."
She smiled at Elliot then, chuckling a bit. "Seen any good movies lately?"
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Jan 11, 2009 16:27:56 GMT -5
"Well, she might get used to it, but I suppose it's sort of hard to be okay with someone you loved being attacked, no matter if it's a regular occurrence or not." Elliot shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "That's not to say I think Angela's really madly in love with Kennedy, but that's so not my place."
The wind picked up and she was forced to corral a few more ringlets as they blew over her shoulder. "That sounds about right." She laughed, trying to imagine Kennedy in a superhero costume, and despite how fitting the getup was on the boy, she kept picturing him more like Robin, than Superman. "Think Jon would have a heart attack to find out you've been sneaking out and causing mayhem in spandex in the dead of night?" Smiling, the blond looked over at Morgan, trying to picture her boyfriends reaction. Hell, he would probably think it was hot. Kenneth sure would, and would probably never let Jon hear the end of it.
"Movies? Hmm, well I saw Australia with Pey a few weeks ago. Nearly had a meltdown over Hugh Jackman." Laughter rose up from her chest again as she looked back ahead of them, observing the sleepy little town. "But otherwise I'm not really one to go to the movies. Most of my favorite movies came out fifty years ago."
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Post by morg on Jan 11, 2009 19:38:46 GMT -5
"I don't know what's going on with those two," agreed Morgan, shaking her head. Kennedy had lately started talking about marriage, which made Morgan wonder. They'd known each other for a while, sure, but marriage? Then again, everyone in the family married so young.
Spandex supervillians, just the idea made Morgan smile. "Jon would probably be all worried and whatnot. But his jaw would so drop the first time he saw me in my costume. Because, you know, we're going to look smokin' hot."
All supervillianesses did. It was, like, a law or something. For that matter, most superheroines looked hot too. Must be some kind of conspiracy. Probably because most of the people interested in such things were teenage boys.
"Jackman's alright," agreed Morgan. "I prefer my boys prettier though. Last thing I saw was that stupid Benjamin Button thing. Wasn't that bad, I guess."
Morgan shrugged. "I just like my movies a bit more active, I guess. And honestly," she looked at Elliot, giving the other girl a slightly embarrassed smile, "those old movies kinda scare me. They talk odd and everything's just... messed up."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Jan 11, 2009 19:57:07 GMT -5
"Of course we are." Elliot laughed as they walked along through Masonville, passing tiny boutiques and other disgustingly quaint things like hardware stores and even a video rental place. "I want to look like catwoman, minus the ears and tail. That's a bit too bestiality for me." Giggling lightly, the blonde tried to picture herself in the getup and decided more or less on the spot what she would be wearing for Halloween.
"Pretty boys are usually more my style too, hell, I've had a massive crush on James Franco since I was like, twelve." She smiled, thinking back to the posters she used to keep on her walls of him until James Dead and Humphrey Bogart took over. "Besides, look at my dating record. Nothing but girls prettier than myself there." Nate had always called her on it, on her 'harem of girly boys' and how they probably spent more time on their hair than she did herself; it was true that Eiji always took longer showers, always.
"Well, they're not for everyone, that's for sure. Draco hates it when I make him watch old movies, unless they've got Marilyn in them." Looking over at Morgan again, she smirked. "But we'll have to watch Casablanca or something of the like sometime. There's enough action in it too keep you interested."
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Post by morg on Jan 12, 2009 22:21:11 GMT -5
"So... just slink around town in a leather suit?" reasoned Morgan, tilting her head to the side. She didn't know any other version of Catwoman.
"I always just figured I'd be one of those newer age villains. You know, imposing trench coat or something," admitted Morgan. Of course, she realized that this hardly counted as "sexy" villain wear. Half-smiling she looked to Elliot. "Sounds like we should leave the outfits to you. After all, if we're partners, we should totally match."
The girl's eyes wandered for a few steps, though her mind processed each word that Elliot said. Yes, Elliot's track record spoke wonders. Morgan had already thought that herself.
"Casablanca?" she repeated, turning back to Elliot. An expression of puzzlement flicked over Morgan's face. "I think I've heard of that somewhere before. Probably had it quoted at me or something."
Morgan sighed, rolling her eyes. "Like I said, I'm not much for movies. Too much sitting."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Jan 14, 2009 18:12:40 GMT -5
"So I'll put together the outfits, and let you do most of the ass-kicking." Elliot grinned, dipping into her own thoughts for a moment as she imagined Morgan dragging her boot into a whole circle of thugs while Elliot filed her nails somewhere in the background, totally useless.
"You'll like it," she reassured, thinking about Casablanca now. It was a war film after all, and parts of it were too timeless to ever grow tired of. Besides, "I'll have to invite Noah along too, that'll keep you occupied." The blonde chuckled now, teasing the brunette besides her in mirth.
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Post by morg on Jan 14, 2009 22:52:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure, bring Noah," drawled Morgan, rolling her eyes. "Then I won't pay any attention to the movie at all."
Part of her thought it might not be such a bad idea. Maybe if she saw Noah flirting with someone else, she wouldn't crush on him so hard. Then again, this was Elliot we're talking about, and Morgan still had the hovering jealousy toward the other girl. Much less violent now, but still there.
"Maybe we should just invite a few people," suggested Morgan. "Make a night of it."
They should have a few friends in common. Though some of the first that came to mind (Kenneth, Jon), would make for an interesting night. Honestly, Morgan couldn't see Kenneth sitting quietly through a movie... Wait! They could totally invite Kellan too. She'd keep him quiet.
An elaborate plan was beginning to form in Morgan's mind, and one that didn't involve tights or some other outfit.
Sexy though that picture was.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Jan 21, 2009 16:50:21 GMT -5
"Noah's seen the damn movie enough times that he'll just be itching to cause some sort of trouble," there was no mistaking the chuckle in her voice, the knowing sound of her close friend and he's incorrigible personality. "Hell, we can invite Kenneth and in ten minutes they'll be having a beer chugging contest or trying to hang off the balcony." Still, she found herself smirking at the idea. Flirtatious girls, adventurous boys, youth, recklessness and sheer boredom usually made for terribly interesting evenings.
It was like every night at the Penthouse, especially when Elliot stayed at school. She would come over in the mornings to find Draco sprawled across the bar with Cognac snoozing on his chest and Eve trying to cook pancakes around him.
"Our friends are ridiculous," because they shared most of the same, and even if her huge smile had been absent, it was still obvious how much Elliot adored every damn one of them.
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Post by morg on Jan 24, 2009 18:49:08 GMT -5
"Please, ten minutes?" Morgan snorted. "Try five. Especially if he's got someone like Noah to compete with."
Morgan's grin threatened to split her face. Simply picturing the antics of their two cute friends entertained her, and she hoped she'd get to see the real thing in action soon. It had been far too long since she'd just hung out with a group of people. Maybe a whole two weeks.
"Of course our friends are ridiculous," agreed Morgan. She winked. "If they weren't ridiculous, they wouldn't be worth having as friends."
Morgan walked along in silence for a few seconds, letting those words hang there. Then a sly grin crept onto her face. "Unless they were ridiculously hot, of course."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Jan 28, 2009 16:36:38 GMT -5
Elliot laughed, stuffing her hands in the pocket of her coat to chase away the chill from her fingertips. Thinking of Kenneth and Noah made her grin, left her feeling like laughing simply because they were so ridiculous and completely wonderful guys. Apart they caused enough mayhem, but together, with all that stupid masculine power struggle crap and even worse, an audience, they were straight up insane, and she loved the two of them for it. "If Kenneth wasn't so mad for Kellan, I would be worried about him and Noah running off together."
They were nearing the edge of town as the image invaded her mind, forcing another laugh as they walked on. "Have you noticed that all our friends are gorgeous?" They had befriended quiet boys, shy ones who liked to play video games and read, rich boys, with their million-dollar smiles and arresting charm and guys, with their six packs and wild, manic energy. Morgan and Elliot knew a lot of boys, and for some strange, hopefully karmic, reason, they were all just ridiculosly hot.
"I think it's got to be some sort of conspiracy." She looked sideways at her new friend, smirking. "Not that I'm complaining."
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Post by morg on Jan 30, 2009 18:30:01 GMT -5
"It's to balance out that they're all horrible," replied Morgan, grinning. She too had noticed how many of their friends were deliciously attractive. It was hard for her not to notice it. Especially considering how she just bordered on boy crazy, and felt little scruple in mooning over each and every one of them.
"You know, except Jon, and let's face it: he's not as pretty as the rest of them," offered Morgan. "I think that the crazier and more difficult the guy, the prettier they have to be. At least to an extent, you know? Gives us a reason to deal with them."
She chuckled. This certainly worked with her family. Desmond wasn't exactly a looker, but he didn't have near the craziness that surrounded Kennedy.
"Besides, don't pretty people, like, congregate?" Morgan asked, bringing her hands together. "See, they look at you and realize you're hot, so that means they stick around. Pretty to pretty. Next thing you know, BAM!" she slapped her hands together, "big mass of gorgeous guys all in one spot."
Morgan winked. "Gives me even more reason to partner up with you."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Feb 1, 2009 20:35:19 GMT -5
"I think Jon's good-looking," Elliot loved Jon, adored him, and while he may have seemed adorable to the rest of the boys' downright hot, she had a thing for boys with curly hair and intelligence, and saw the youngest of the notorious 'Boys' to be very handsome. "Plus, imagine him in a few years." She winked to stifle a chuckle, all the while seriously doubting, that Morgan and Jon would be together in a few years.
"I think you're right about that, though being a pretty boy comes with a whole 'nother set of issues. Honestly, Draco takes two hour showers, and Eiji, oh god, I've never seen anyone shop the way he does, let alone a girl." Elliot could already see the outline of the Academy looming far off in the distance, a dark and nearly foreboding shadow on the horizon.
Listening to Morgan's theory made her grin, if only because it was another reason, no matter how ridiculous or without merit, for the two girls to become friends. "It's a decent enough theory. Though, honestly, whatever reason, i'm just enjoying the results." She laughed as they walked on, tucking away a loose curl because she could never just be still.
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Post by morg on Feb 5, 2009 18:53:50 GMT -5
"Jon's adorable," Morgan quickly agreed. She had to frown slightly then. Adorable was the word for it. You couldn't find anyone as cute and lovable as Morgan's boyfriend unless you went trolling for Wingroses. Add a few years? It's quite possible that he'd turn out to be absolutely stunning. But would Morgan stay with him that long?
Her eyes widened as Elliot launched into habits. "Been shopping with Eiji, have you? He's something else, isn't he? He took me out once for my birthday, spoiled me rotten."
The memory coaxed a wide smile from Morgan. At the time she'd still been crushing on Eiji, and that had been one of the few moments with Eiji that had been approaching enjoyable.
she laughed, "Just let me catch a few strays then, huh? The ones that just aren't pretty enough for Elliot Davis."
Morgan winked at Elliot, then giggled a bit. The truth of it was that Morgan honestly wouldn't mind getting Elliot's leftovers. Hot was hot, and Morgan wasn't about to get technical about it.
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Feb 7, 2009 14:29:20 GMT -5
"Yeah, that sounds like Eiji." Elliot smiled, her expression partly fond, though it was tainted with something else as well. Since this thread is set so far in the past, Elliot's thoughts concerning Eiji were still particularly dark, and unfavorable, as they two haven't yet made up and become the perfectly ridiculous couple they are so meant to be.
Morgan's other comment made her laugh in the most honest way, her bright blue eyes sparkling as a thought crossed her mind, "Geez girl, who would have thought that 'take-no-names-Morgan-Cavan' was so boy
crazy?"
Teasing the brunette lightly, Elliot shrugged as if trying to dismiss Morgan's original statement. There was that tiny, insecure voice that was trying to convince the blonde that she was being mocked - even if the rational part of her mind knew better.
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