Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 19:34:57 GMT -5
"Okay so... Hrm... Are you super stretchy?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 19:36:59 GMT -5
"...crap," Ned muttered to himself.
It appeared that Rachel hadn't noticed--at least, not just yet--and so, he hastily flung the hair into the trash bin behind him and smiled uneasily down at her.
"Stretchy? No, not at all."
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 19:49:03 GMT -5
"Okay, I give up! It better not be something lame like 'the power of my mind'."
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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2010 0:30:01 GMT -5
In a stroke of terrible misfortune, the hair, colorless and dried, somehow entirely missed the trash bin and instead, floated down onto the countertop by Rachel's arm.
"Well, that's unfair. What if it is the power of my mind?"
Ned feigned a hurt expression while attempting to mask his anxiety, and in the end, appeared slightly...constipated.
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 7, 2010 21:39:26 GMT -5
"I mean, like, Holmes or something. Like, I'm so smart it counts as a--"
Rachel froze as she saw the piece of dog fur.
What. The--
"Nooooo....." she said, her jaw dropping.
"DEAD THINGS COME ALIVE WHEN YOU TOUCH THEM THEN DIE AGAIN WHEN YOU TOUCH THEM FOR A SECOND TIME?!?!?!?!!?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2010 21:48:00 GMT -5
((...I DIED.))
"I--who--what--wait, what?"
A bewildered Ned retrieved the strand of dog hair and threw it to the ground, concealing it immediately underneath his shoe.
"Y-you're crazy."
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 7, 2010 21:58:47 GMT -5
"I get that a lot. Doesn't mean I'm wrong, though," she said with a shrug, totally ignoring the fact that what just came out of her sounded ridiculous.
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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2010 22:01:56 GMT -5
"I--"
Ned pursed his lips.
"You're not running for the door or trying to stake me through the heart. You're...fine with knowing that I have a, more or less...supernatural gift?"
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 7, 2010 22:09:21 GMT -5
"Pffffffffft, I've see people shoot laser beams out of their eyes," she said dismissively. "I'd say you're pretty much as normal as abnormal gets!"
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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2010 23:21:25 GMT -5
"Oh," he sighed, furrowing his brow as the breath he'd unconsciously held in his lungs spewed out. "Well, that's a relief to know. I think. Paris is a strange place, apparently."
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jul 10, 2010 2:06:08 GMT -5
Rachel paused.
"What? Oh, no," she said, laughing. "I meant back in high school. I also had a cheerleader friend who had super fast healing powers and also knew her boyfriend who could fly."
Wait a minute...
"...Or was that the second season of Heroes," she muttered to herself, completely confused.
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Post by Ned on Jul 11, 2010 0:59:13 GMT -5
"I don't...know what...that is," he sheepishly confessed.
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Post by Rachel on Jul 11, 2010 1:22:37 GMT -5
Holy cheeses, that embarrassing.
"Heh..." she said equally sheepishly. "Me neither!"
"Okay, well anyways! Point being: You're not that weird. I mean weird in the sense that the power you have probably would've gotten you burned alive in the 1600's? Sure. But shit son, this is Paris!"
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Post by Ned on Jul 11, 2010 19:17:52 GMT -5
Ned cringed at the mental image of himself bound to a wooden pole, burning to death as a large gathering of people jeered and flung trash at him. He shook the thought away.
"Paris..." he repeated. "What century, do you know?"
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Post by Rachel on Jul 11, 2010 20:39:39 GMT -5
"Right now? Well, judging from the clothes, I'd say late 19th century. Bustles and bodices and all. I'd say it's the rockin' 80's," she said with a smile.
"Victoria's gonna kick it in about twenty years across the channel. Sad..."
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