Post by Logan Trebeg on Mar 18, 2013 21:34:24 GMT -6
Logan couldn't believe it. It was seriously something that must have been beyond the thresh hold of human understanding. The level of elated joy that this one small male human was feeling at this moment was probably the absolute pinnacle of human elation. He had finally, after many years of fruitless searching, found the one thing that he admired and feared the most in his life. The perfect cabbage.
Also, he was watching an awesome puppet show along with it! Sure, he was the oldest one there, but who cares! This was quality entertainment. It had more drama than any book, more action than any movie, and more humor than any comedian all rolled up into one. It was so intense that Logan was frequently actually shouting out "OH SNAP," and, "OH NO HE DIDN'T."
Frankly, he was making a scene, and concerning the parents of most of the children, and frustrating the guy behind the puppet booth. Logan didn't care though, he was having a time so fun it should have been illegal. It might have been illegal, actually, in retrospect. I guess that all depends on what you would consider "legal." Also how loose your definition of "disturbing the peace" is.
Well, the puppet show was coming to an end, (possibly earlier than it would have without Logan's presence,) and he still had plenty of cabbage to spare. He could tell that this day was going to continue to be good.
It was going to be good, but when the king's night died in that final battle with the dragon to save the princess, Logan didn't see things that way. That was the saddest moment he'd ever witnessed portrayed, through puppets or any other medium. He couldn't even handle all of these feelings. He leaped up, over the heads of many small children, to go and help the poor night. Give the guy CPR or something. He didn't know; he was a big ball of emotions and he was going to do whatever it took to save that night.
Obviously the puppet guy was freaked out, and many little kids were screaming. Two big guys in black shirts literally picked up Logan and threw him to another part of the mall (he was in a mall this whole time, even though I didn't write that).
Logan thought later that it was weird that a puppet show even had security. I mean, seriously, what's up with that? He guessed that they might have just been big dads with matching shirts or something, but that wasn't very likely. He really wanted to go back and look to see if their shirts had "SECURITY" printed on them in big white letters like they show on T.V. For, like, an hour and a half he walked around imagining the exploits of two friends, who were security guards for a puppet show. They called them selves Puppet security guards. It was a lot like a 90's sitcom, except somehow less funny. At the very least, it didn't have a laugh track.
Anyway, he'd lost his cabbage when he was kicked out, and he'd eventually wandered back to the cabbage booth. (Yes there was a cabbage booth.) Unfortunately, he was out of money, so he went back to walking around after a single tear ran down his cheek.
...
That cabbage was so beautiful.
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Post by Cecilia Tesch on Mar 20, 2013 0:49:45 GMT -6
Freshly manicured fingers ran through her jet black hair as she scanned the area. She had been single for far too long. With the next contest so far away, Cecilia had decided that the hunt for a new boy-toy would be that day. And what better hunting ground than the mall in Erayo City? “Let the games begin,” she whispered with a smile, adjusting the glasses on her face. She watched as people passed, a few men catching her eye, but none really fit her requirements. The temptress walked by a puppet show, chuckling at the wide eyes of the children there as they were enthralled in the typical damsel-in-distress story. Oh to be young and carefree. What was she thinking? Cecilia was still young and very carefree as she continued to prowl the mall.
Suddenly she saw two larger men who looked a bit like security guards carrying a thin boy throw him to the ground. She was intrigued. The girl had always liked a bad boy. And this young man must have done something bad to be handled by security. But the boy got up and seemed to be on a mission. She figured she would follow him and see what other bad-boy shenanigans he would come up with.
Finally the young man stopped at a cabbage booth, stopped for a moment, then walked away. He was certainly an enigma, and Cecilia was very interested in figuring him out. As he continued walking, she slung her right arm over his shoulder from behind him and placed her face next to his ear.
“Hey there, handsome. Got any plans for this evening...?” she whispered seductively before walking around to face him. She stared for a moment. This boy seemed familiar. “Wait, have I hit on you before? I feel like I know you... An ex-boyfriend maybe?” Cecilia got up close to his face. “God, why do I know you? What's your name? No, wait, don't tell me. I got this...”
Realization flashed across her face as she snapped her fingers. “Oh my god, you're Logan, aren't you?!” she cried. “It's been way too long! I can't believe I didn't recognize you sooner!”
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Post by Logan Trebeg on Mar 20, 2013 16:18:16 GMT -6
Logan heard the soft call of an alluring temptress. It's a sound every man must know by heart, and be perfectly able to recognize. Unfortunately, it is also a very hard sound to mimic, thus making it hard to mess with your friends. Sometimes Logan wished that he was one of those birds that could recreate any sound they heard. What were those called again? He didn't know. He also thought that the carpeting looked funny on the floor. What was that stain from? He really didn't want to think about it, but now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't think about anything else. Seriously? Gosh, he didn't really want that vision in his head. Stop it! ... It was weird for a mall to have carpet anyway, wasn't it? Wouldn't it just be easier to clean linoleum or something? Yet again, a 90's sitcom flashed through his head, this time about a janitor. Somehow this one was slightly more funny.
Logan, yet again, had totally zoned out and gone off topic again. He could hear the much louder call of the alluring temptress now, and he'd subconsciously realized that she was now talking directly to him. "...I didn't recognize you sooner!”
"Yeah, took you long enough!" Logan replied, literally no idea who he was talking to. "By the way, do you have any money I could borrow? I was going to get some cabbage, but I guess I forgot my wallet."
Logan then started walking casually back towards the cabbage stand. He wondered who this lady was. She did seem vaguely familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. He got this odd feeling that maybe she'd hit on him before. Maybe she was an ex-girlfriend of his? He didn't know for sure. He did, however, come to the conclusion that it would be best to assume she had previously filled one of these rolls, and to act casual, and not bring anything up that might get him slapped.
(My short post is short. I'm sorry.)
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Post by Zachary Hazel on Mar 21, 2013 21:09:53 GMT -6
The idea of anything relating to the word "destiny" was instantly labled as something frivolous in his mind, infantile toys of the mind to make the simple minded feel better about their spontaneous, unreadable lives and futures. Fate was nothing more than something to be mocked, along with the fools who truly believed in those things. Star crossed lovers and meetings predetermined by the stars, some higher being, or anything moronic like that was just that - moronic. There wasn't a think that could change the blonde's mind about this. However, he would have to admit, the events that were to unfold on that unfortunately dreary day were quite a stream of extreme coincidences; he would have never guessed that all four of them would somehow manage to gather in one place at the same time in a sort of cliche reunion. One that was probably to be filled with bickering and constant reminders of the things that tore them apart in the first place, yes, but a cheesy gathering, none the less.
As was previously stated, the day was not the most cheery in terms of weather at that particular moment, thin gray clouds having been blanketing over the sky's extravegant bursts of color since the early morning hours. No mention of rain, though - something one particular individual was very greatful for - but still quite a steep step down from the blue of the atmosphere everyone had grown so acustomed to. The weather was, however, decently fair for the time of the year; spring was right around the corner, but the decently warm weather that had been lurking around for the past week or so made it seem like the season had been around for a month or so already. Spotting people walk about with nothing more than jackets or in one measely layer of clothing was no rare occurance, that much was obvious. Things were especially busy around the city's - Erayo City, to be precise - well known mall of sorts, people running about within the massive building and nearly as many outside of it, too. A busy place such as this wasn't exactly something someone like himself would care for.
So why in the name of Arceus was he here in the first place?
With hands shoved into the pockets of his freshly ironned, black pants and the sun's rays reflecting off pair of unbelievably unnecessary yet oddly endearing sunglasses, a young man with sandy blond hair made his way through the not too dense crowd of people, easily slipping through small gaps and making sure not to brush into anyone. He was a bit of a germaphobe in the sense that even slightly brushing into a strange brought him discomfort, so he was used to ducking under extended arms and sucking in his extra weight in order to slink in between a wall and a person walking close to it. It took him mere minutes to cross the parking lot and step inside, eyes drifting across the expanse of the dungeon layed before him in pursuit of his one true goal. A fiery sense of determination flashed in those hidden brown eyes; nothing would stop him in his quest. Nothing at all.
Procrastination was, after all, a difficult demon to conquer.
Professor Hazel did not go out of his way to do many things work-related, truly. He put a great deal of effort into things that amused or combatted boredom, yes, but his study on the nature of Pokemon was often the source of said boredom and, therefor, was something he usually tended to avoid. But he could only skirt around the final opponent for so long until the game caught up with him and he was forced into that life or death situation. In other words, as representitive of the Lyeant Region as whole, the league would hound him for progress in his research and, seeing through his tendancies to waffle the questions send him on journey-wide expeditions in order to study things up close and get away from his variety of music mixing devices at home. Really, they just sucked all the time out of his day and, if they wanted him to get anything done, he and his beloved equipment would have to part for a few measly days. But that was fine. He often just messed around at his assigned destinations, anyway. Oh, how proud he was making his aunt Melissa in the afterlife.
If one could not have already guessed by the point in time, Erayo was the location the league had demanded he go - something about meeting with a rookie researcher in hopes of helping them learn the ropes or possibly taking them under his wing - for the day, but he had no intentions of seeking out the poor sap just yet. Maybe after he "derped" around, or whatever those losers those days said, for a while he would. Or never. If they wanted to learn to be a half decent professor, they'd have to do it the hard way and learn by themselves; obviously learning the right way landed one in the "worst professor of all time" spot. There was just one important question left to answer before he could embark on his magnificent journey through this perilous land known simply as the "mall": what was he even supposed to be doing? The blonde might have been to this city once, maybe twice in his entire life, and he most certainly had never been to the mall. Maybe, if he walked around a bit, he could casually slip behind a group of people, follow them around, and enjoy the experience. Of course, he could also just wander about; it would be easier and seem less... "stalkerish". Adjusting the white tie of his black suit and sort of clearing his throat of whatever mucus had built up, he made a right turn from the entrance and examined the names of different stores to see if anything fancied him.
After what seemed like an eternity, though probably lasted only a few minutes, he realized that there was nothing in this awful place that could possibly entertain him for long enough. Well, disregarding the food court, but he didn't want to pack up on too many pounds just yet. He had a feeling this was going to be a long weekend. In addition, how many times had he passed by this puppet show? More importantly, wasn't there someone who was shouting nonsense at said show made for children much younger than himself? Between struggling to fathom why they could have possibly decided that was a good idea, he couldn't help but feel slightly amused by and almost proud of the strange man. It took someone with real guts to play into that sort of part so perfectly. He remembered doing stuff like that with his... er, "bro" for kicks and giggles years back, but he wasn't quite sure if said male was acting out a role like he, himself was or actually meant what he was saying and doing. It was a question that, sadly, might never have been answered. They'd split off long ago.
On such nostalgic notes, Zach also couldn't help but notice that the long, raven-haired female up ahead walking along with such purpose looked a lot like another dark-haired fellow he used to know. At first, it was one of those "oh, good times..." moments where he kind of stood there and stared like a bafoon. Well, if that was even possible for him, anyway. He had an image to uphold and giving the outward appearance of stupidity and anything not cool was just a crime, truly. Of course, then came a nagging sensation of familiarity. Now, he didn't usually bother to remember just anyone who crossed his path, so the fact that he recalled the woman's face was enough to send sirens blaring within the depths of his mind. He'd pull the running gag of "an ex-girlfriend or boyfriend", but he didn't remember dating much in high school or college and didn't typically recall the appearance of the lucky females who were with him, then dumped some time later in life. No, she must have held more sentiment in her day than that in order for him to recognize her with such ferocity.
And then it hit him.
It was just when the mystery woman slunk up behind another dark-haired individual that things started falling into place and his mind started falling apart. Oh, gosh, he breathed in silence, on the verge of a mild panic attack. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh. It's her. And- And- Oh, gosh, it's him, too? Why are they- How are they- Are they dating now or something? What the heck did I miss? Oh my gosh, I can't- There was no mistaking it. Logan Trebeg and Cecelia Rose were the two black-haired "strangers" standing a just out of earshot, carrying on like he wasn't even there. The black-clad blonde was torn between being mildly pleased at this sudden, uncalled reunion and, well, doing what he was doing. Which was freaking out. Well, on the inside, anyway. He'd become skilled at maintaining an apathetic atmosphere on the outside - but that wasn't the point. Two of his greatest friends that he hadn't been in contact with for years were standing so close, yet so far away from him and he was having something close to a mental breakdown. Did he approach? What if they didn't want to talk to him? Oh, gosh, his feet were already carrying him their way. If he didn't stop them soon, he'd be head first in a collision of awkwardness and possibile malice and - Gosh darnit, his legs weren't stop. If anything they were only moving in faster, longer stride. And then -
"Yo," Zach as smoothly as he would have any other day, approaching the two at the cabbage cart that Logan had undoubtably lead Cecelia to in pursuit of said vegetable. "Been a while, huh?"
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Post by Cecilia Tesch on Mar 30, 2013 21:35:17 GMT -6
Cecilia pouted. She knew he did not remember her. “Sorry, just scouting today so I didn't bring any money with me,” she responded, lightly face-palming as she watched him walk back towards the cabbage stand. Of course he hadn't outgrown his odd obsession with cabbage. And of course this ridiculous mall had not only an oddly placed puppet show (seriously, a puppet show at a mall?) but also a cabbage stand. She rolled her eyes and followed Logan. If he could not remember her, she would have a little fun with him before revealing who she was.
Placing herself between Logan and his beloved cabbage, Cecilia lightly traced a circle on his chest with her fingertip. “I've really missed you, you know...?” she said softly. “You've changed so much in all these years. But you know, I haven't changed much at all. Remember all the fun we used to have together...? Don't you remember, Logan? It's me... CC...”
“Yo. Been a while, huh?”
Cecilia craned her neck to look past her old friend and at the speaker. He, too, looked so familiar... Then it hit her. It must have been fate that had brought them together at the mall that day, because right before them stood Zachary Hazel. The years had been good to him, his looks had improved since high school. He was as calm, cool, and collected as he had been in high school, something that despite all the teasing she gave him never cracked. She had always seen it as a challenge. “Challenge accepted...” she muttered under her breath, pushing past Logan.
She flung herself towards Zach, arms flying around his next. “Zach! It's been way to long!” she giggled pulling back slightly. She took notice of the young man's sunglasses and remembered he had always worn them back in high school as well. She carefully removed said sunglasses with one hand, the other removing her own glasses, and placed them on her face. “Always loved your sunglasses,” she said, looking at him with a coy smile. “But to be honest, they look a little better on me. They make me look sexy, wouldn't you agree, Zach?” Cecilia lightly traced his jawline with a manicured fingernail.
Without his sunglasses on, Cecilia was able to get a better look at Zach's previously hidden face. He really was handsome... Perhaps her search for a knew boy-toy was over.
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Post by Logan Trebeg on Mar 31, 2013 20:28:21 GMT -6
For about three and seven-tenths seconds, Logan felt like a horrible person. It should have been amazingly obvious that he was talking to Cecilia, especially after she'd hit on him. How could he be that stupid? Then, it had been a while since they'd seen each other... Well, it didn't matter anymore anyway. He couldn't take any of that back now. He'd just have to keep moving forward, and find a way to make it up to her! Yeah!
Logan was so certain that this was a good plan that he didn't even decide to think over it more than once. He was going to walk around the mall for a while, possibly find money, and then buy something that she'd like, and give it to her. At this point, he didn't need to reconsider the fact that he was horrible a getting gifts, even more horrible at apologizing, and there was almost zero possibility of him stumbling across any money at all without digging through the change at the bottom of the fountain. All that said, Logan was definitely not above digging for change at the bottom of the fountain. If anything, he was disturbingly comfortable doing so. Yeah. This was going to work.
When Logan looked up, there was a blonde face looking unnaturally cool in sunglasses. He saw a face that he, and maybe only he, knew was completely and 100% sincere. This was a guy who was exactly as cool as he looked, mentally and otherwise. He saw his best. Bro.
Logan blinked, the lighting from the fluorescent bulbs above his head flickering a little, causing the shades of orange behind his eyelids to change shade quickly. John took in a great breath, knowing what he must do. This was an unspoken code, and if he didn't follow through with this maneuver, he had no idea what the consequences would be. His eyeballs would probably explode.
"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
(This was a "yo" that he yelled, pronounced with the solid "o" sound such as in "dorm" not the "oo" sound used in "boop" [I'm sorry I couldn't think of another word to use])
This particular street-slang based greeting started out with ecstatic and merry intent, but was very gradually warped into a shout of something only a step away from horror.
One of Logan's friends was functioning as an awkward sort of belt for another one of Logan's friends. Someone said the word "sexy." Zach wasn't wearing his sunglasses. Cecilia was wearing Zach's sunglasses. THE KING'S NIGHT WAS DEAD.
THE KING'S NIGHT WAS DEAD!
Logan was in a trance. His vision faded into hearing, his hearing faded into smell, his smell faded into touch, his touch faded into taste, his taste faded into vision. He felt like he was going to black out.
In summary, it's awkward when it seems like two of your friends are going to make out.
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Post by Zachary Hazel on Apr 1, 2013 19:31:54 GMT -6
"Old habits die hard" was a saying that Zach had, undoubtedly, heard too many times in his life, yet found to be painfully true, proven through the many wonders of his daily life. He would admit with little to no shame that he had not evolved much from his state in high school. Not personality-wise, anyway. Intelligence and status in the social classes obviously increased with time and his well respected job, yes, but he was still the same Zachary Hazel as he was more than five years ago as he would most likely remain to be for many years and decades to come. Time did not beat the "cool" facade he had worked so hard to build up out of him, and it proved that the hands on a clock did little to change the people he had known so well for so many years, either. It was almost as though he were dreaming of past events, one so realistic that it took a few minutes in real life to process that everything that just occured was nothing more than just that - a dream - and not what actually occured. While he could never recall them all meeting here, much less he, himself, being here at all in his lifetime, the way the spoke and presented themselves were scarily similar, almost as though copy and pasted from their joint histories. Well, other than a missing fourth party member and the fact that Logan looked about ready to throw up due to one particular female's advances on him. But we're getting ahead of ourselves, here. Let's try to backtrack from there.
The sense of deja vu persisted even before the raven-haired woman had all but ignored the blonde's best man. The bro of all bros. Heterosexual life partner. Whatever the heck you wanted to call him. However, he was so busy focused marveling at the mysteries the universe had to offer him to dwell to much on how familiar this was all turning out to be. That was most definately Logan Trebeg standing there like an idiot, confusion and a hunger for cabbage - yes, by this point in time, he had a solid idea of when the man's cabbage quota was low; of course, this was most of the time, but all of this was beside the point, where was I again? - dancing in his eye. It appeared that he was rather caught off guard by the ghosts of his former life standing before his very eyes or the recognition was not mutual. From Cecelia Tesch's body language, him also one hundred percent certain that it was her and not anyone else scarily similar to her, it appeared that she knew exactly who she was talking to, as well, and was a little less than pleased with the fact that he was not understanding just who he was conversing with. By this point in time, to researcher was beginning to be able to make out what their conversation consisted of. But, by this point in time, there wasn't much to listen to. "I've really missed you, you know...?" she was saying and it took a good ammount of effort not to role his eyes at her advances. Really? Logan wasn't bad looking, but she could probably do better. Beside, he, himself, had dibs on the man before she did. And, believe you me, he would not be stooping that low any time soon. No offense, bro, he shot his way telepathically. Sorry. He was not sorry.
"You've changed so much in all these years. But you know, I haven't changed much at all. Remember all the fun we used to have together...? Don't you remember, Logan? It's me... CC..." By this point in time, the professor was standing before them both, thankful he had skidded to a halt before Logan had a chance to reply. Whatever he might have said was cut short by his arrival which was a blessing he could not be more thankful for. The last thing he wanted to see was sloppy makeouts between two of his best friends. Well. If he was involved, too, that might have been alright. And if Logan was cut out of the picture. CC was probably a much better kisser. ... Goodness, he was really bashing hard on his bro, wasn't he? Sorry. Again. He still wasn't sorry. Cecilia muttered something about a challenge being accepted, but his attention on Logan's open mouth and he already saw what was coming. Three... Two... On- Oh, what was that? Because he could watch their greeting for one another initiate on the other's part, a body was being flung at his own, pushing past the raven-haired male and a pair of lanky airs drapping around his shoulders. "Zach! It's been way too long!" She was saying with a giggle before deciding to remove his blessed shades, his glorious sunglasses from his face. As she put them on the bridge of her own nose, opting to remove her normal rounded glasses, he couldn't help but muse that she was the only one he would allow to remove said object from his face without getting a fist to their face. It had annoyed him when she first started doing it all those years ago, but, over time, it became something he accepted, sometimes even looked forward to. Something was seriously wrong if they went through an entire conversation without her ending up with his shades for less than two seconds.
"Always loved your sunglasses," she said, smiling at him quite coyly. "But, to be honest, they look a little better on me. They make me look sexy, wouldn't you agree, Zach?" A nail ran down the his jawline and he slowly brought a hand up in an attempt to grab her wrist. Not roughly or anything, but to make sure she stopped. With a bit of a smirk, he responded with a bit of sugar to his voice, "While I'd never say anything to imply that you're anything less than drop dead gorgeous and these only make you look even better, you've still quite a way to go before you can master the art of wearing them like me. You've got to be blinding men left and right before you can look as good in them as me." Going to pluck them off her face and secure their place where they belonged - on his own - he added, "I'll be taking these back now, CC."
By this point in time, Logan's elated cry had faded into a screech of utter horror and the poor boy looked about ready to pass out. Nearly preforming the dreaded Face Palm Combo 1x, Zach scooted a bit closer to where he was standing so he was about midway between his two friends. "Dude. Chill. I know better than to get it on in public." This was not reassuring in the least, obviously. But that made it all the more necessary to say. "Beside, you know I'd always invite you in to join."
He was a horrible person.
He also regretted nothing.
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Post by Lena Kipler on Jun 10, 2013 21:58:49 GMT -6
Lena went to the mall once a week as a tradition. She really wasn't sure why, but she knew the cabbage was good. It reminded her of one of her friends from high school who had a love for the lettuce-like vegetable. And the cabbage-vender was a nice man with salt-and-pepper hair and a nose bumpy and round, exactly like the heart of a cabbage. She was delighted to see the rain that had been forecasted had held back; the sky staying somewhat clear, though not like it had been.
She walked past a group of children giggling in front of a puppet show. This was new. She didn't like it much. It blocked the flow of traffic and, although there wasn't yet a bottleneck in the mall’s foot traffic, she was certain there would be at a busier time.
A group of strangers had begun to congregate around the cabbage stand. But they weren't strangers. Her hand, fingering the photos in her pocket as always, pulled out a rectangular one with one slanted edge where she'd cut the picture. So she guessed it wasn’t a rectangle anymore but some other quadrilateral figure- a trapezoid? Photographed were two boys, one with dark hair sitting at a lunch table and eating a cabbage, the other posing for the camera without really posing because that would be degrading to his coolness. Also pictured was a girl's hand, resting on the cool boy's shoulder. Her arm continued to the elbow where the rest of her had been cut away.
Lena was sure of it: these three people-err, two people and elbow- were the people plus elbow in the photo.
She almost refused to approach, almost turned on her heels and skipped her cabbage snack that week for fear of a run-in with her once-best friend somehow turned enemy. But leaving would've wasted a good chance to catch up with the two boys and she couldn't miss that. The moment's hesitation gone, she skipped forward, catching the two boys in a group-hug that the girl somehow became entangled in.
"Logan! Zachary! I remember you!" she squealed. She held the picture up to Zachary's face.
"Your glasses don't look a day older!" She giggled, then held the picture up to Logan. He looked a bit piqued now, but that didn't stop her from paying him the high complement of: "You've barely changed since then! Wonderful. This is perfect. All of us back together. Did I bring my camera? Yes! We have to have another group picture. For old time's sake. Please?” She purposely ignored Cecilia as she gushed, afraid that the girl would still be mad at her and spoil the moment of nostalgic reminiscing with her best high school friends. Her only high school friends. Her only best friends. Her only friends. The point is she didn’t need Miss Cx2 raining on her Hey, I Had Friends Once Parade. So she employed the Ostrich Technique: if she didn’t see Cecilia, Cecilia couldn’t remind her that things had changed and the present had happened. If she kept staring at Logan and Zach, they’d somehow be transported back to a lunch table with Zach posing cool and Logan shoveling cabbages in his face.
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Post by Cecilia Tesch on Jun 12, 2013 21:34:01 GMT -6
A blush painted the young woman's face. She was drop dead gorgeous in his eyes? The rest of what he said didn't really register with her, she was far too focused on him calling her gorgeous. But, maintaining her cool composure, Cecilia replied with a sly smile, “Thanks for the compliment.”
She was unable to say much else before another ghost from her past arrived. Lena Kipler. She hadn't seen the girl in years and had intended on the years to pile on much more. Cecilia refused to let the girl's sudden appearance ruin her day. It was completely obvious to her that the girl was ignoring her. “Fine, you wanna play that game, we'll play that game...” she said under her breath.
Stepping between Lena and the boys, the coordinator took the girl's hands before she could grab her camera. “Is that really you, Lena? Oh, it's been too long! What are you doing these days? I'm a successful coordinator, perhaps you've heard?” She would not be ignored. “Hey, have you heard from Whatshisface lately? I haven't heard from him since we broke up. You guys didn't get back together, huh? That's so sad!” Yes, she was a bitch, but she embraced her bitchiness.
Cecilia moved behind the boys in order to sling an arm around each of their shoulders. “I was just about to invite the boys to have lunch with me at the food court. But you know what they say, three's company, four's a crowd. I would hate for you to feel awkward in any way.” Quite the contrary. It was her full intent to make Lena feel awkward to the point of leaving the three alone. It was her punishment for ignoring her. They hadn't seen each other in years, and Cecilia had never really known how she would react if or when they met again. She had settled on letting Lena make the first move, and the girl chose incorrectly. Instead of handling their reunion like adults, they would play the game like children. Only because Lena started it though.
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Post by Lena Kipler on Jun 16, 2013 0:09:31 GMT -6
“Is that really you, Lena? Oh, it’s been too long! What are you doing these days? I’m a successful coordinator, perhaps you’ve heard of me?” No, Lena hadn’t so she must not have been that successful, but CC chattered on, “Hey, have you heard from Whatshisface lately? I haven’t heard from him since we broke up. You guys didn’t get back together, huh?” Lena’s stomach twisted at the mention of “Whatshisface”, or, as Lena had begun to refer to him as “HeWhoMustNotBeNamed.”That was one memory she’d prefer to blot out. Just by the look of Lena’s face, which had become paler, CC knew the answer.
“That’s so sad! I was just about to invite the boys to have lunch with me at the food court. But you know what they say, three’s company, four’s a crowd. I would hate for you to feel awkward in any way.” They all knew that was a lie.
“I- umm, I thought the phrasing was that two’s company and three’s a crowd,” Lena murmured, her tone flat; all bubbly energy drained away at the mention of her long lost crush. She quivered a bit as old memories flooded her veins. How could a best friend just betray her like that? A best friend, who was gorgeous and funny, who could’ve gotten any guy to have a crush on her, why had she chosen the only guy that made Lena’s heart jump to her throat? It was unfair and evil and… mean!
But Lena calmed quickly. She squirmed closer to the boys.
Lena reached for Logan’s hand, not for comfort, but out of curiosity whether it was the same hand as it had been in high school. Same curve to the fingers. Same cold palms and warmer fingertips. The familiar gave Lena courage to turn back to Cecilia and look her straight in the eyes.
“So. Did he break up with you?” This was a risk. Cecilia was known to break up with boy after boy after boy, but she hadn’t said she’ broken up with him already, she’d said “since we broke up.” Only people who knew Cecilia as well as Lena did would be able to catch such a difference. Lena wasn’t bashful; she wouldn’t have found anything wrong with gloating her dumping him over Lena.
Lena studied Cecilia’s green eyes carefully for a reaction, still gripping Logan’s hand.
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Post by Logan Trebeg on Jun 21, 2013 22:08:03 GMT -6
To put it lightly, the ladies were all over Logan today. And though that was literally 100% true with no argument, it was easily one of the most uncomfortable days Logan had had in a while. Besides everything Logan had ever known being shattered along with his child-like innocence in front of his very eyes with the friend-belt, there were now huge amounts of almost blatant high school drama going on. THEY WEREN'T EVEN IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE.
There is no logic in this place. This is a mad house.
Someone Logan hadn't seen or talked to in years was suddenly holding onto his hand, without a word of warning. This person was a girl. Girls had cooties. Wait, no, he was pretty sure he found out that was wrong in about the second grade. He wasn't really thinking straight at this point. Was he blushing? Yeah, he was probably blushing right now. The guy at the cabbage stand was probably extremely confused and at least a little frustrated. What was even going on here? This was almost like one of those T.V. shows where the person shows up to prom and remembers he has two dates. Except, instead of prom it was the mall. And instead of finding out he had two dates two people just randomly showed up, starting feeling people up, and started arguing.
Logan was scared, confused, blushing, uncomfortable, confused, hungry, uncomfortable, and confused.
Unable to really construct a proper sentence describing how Logan wanted to end the bickering, eat food, and become more comfortable, Logan simply said, "Hey, um. This is stupid," and then went on to make a few noises that sounded roughly like the mating call of a walrus. (Or a Dewgong? I don't know. The pokemon equivalent of a walrus.)
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Post by Zachary Hazel on Jun 25, 2013 9:38:50 GMT -6
Two people were enough. Two people he hasn't spoken to in years, two people he honestly thought might have hated him and were punishing him by forcing him out of the friend zone through the drift away effect, two people who used to be his best friends in the entire world back in the day were enough. Even just having to face Cecilia on her own would have been enough for him, Logan not as much guessing as the boy couldn't be intimidating if he tried. But now there weren't just two ghosts from the past haunting him and fueling the fire of his internal freak out – darnit, he was just getting over that, too – but there were three. Somebody hold him, he was going to faint. … Well, okay, not quite. But his consciousness was only sparred by the fact that the authoress has saved him momentarily by rewinding time a bit in order to address the words of a certain female he may or may not have been nursing a slight crush on. … Wait, did she say that? Crud, only he was supposed to know. Darnit. Regardless of the ramblings of a disembodied voice, the more pressing matter was the fact that there were still words being tossed around over the short shade stealing incident.
Whatever higher being was up there took a paint brush with red water color and splattered it over the raven-haired woman's face as Zach spoke, though he couldn't possibly imagine why. Had he said something embarrassing? He didn't think so; all he'd done was take back his sunglasses to shield his eyes from the unforgiving world once more. However, her next words were kind enough to shed a little light on the subject, a sly grin snaking across her pretty pink lips and her vocal cords expelling the words, “Thanks for the compliment.” Oh. Right. He'd called her gorgeous, hadn't he? That explained a bit. Sadly, it appeared that the “compliment” alone was the only thing that had registered in her mind – or, at least, the only thing she found mattered enough to address – and he groaned a bit internally. Looked as though he would have to continue keeping a close eye on his eye wear should they ever run into each other again. … Wait. That was actually a possibility now. She was here – she was here and she didn't hate him and -
Hidden behind layers of his cool kid facade was an internal jubilee. Sure, spending time with old geezers in lab coats was cool...ish, but that was all they were. Old geezers in lab coats. You can only do so much with old geezers in lab coats before you chug down three bottles of vodka, run off into the night screaming something about being young again, and get arrested for public urination in some big city you don't even remember entering. And the new trainers never understood; they all just thought he was some machine made only to throw starter Pokemon in their faces and ship them off into a world too dangerous, too evil for them to possibly face alone. “Professors don't need friends; they've got Pokemon, right?” Yeah, you sit in a lab for two weeks straight with no one but an old Pansage belonging to your dead aunt who pretty much hates every fiber of your being for ever thinking you could replace her in any way. That does not make for nice party time. But now – oh, but now – Logan and Cecilia were here. He actually had friends again. It was almost too good to be true. If he weren't too worried about making a fool out of himself, he would have launched himself at her right then and there and hugged her until he couldn't hug her any more.
But he was a cool guy. And cool guys don't do hugs.
So, instead, face not having given away any of his thoughts, he started, “You're welcome.” Stupidly, however, he slapped on a half honest, half flirty comment to the end, “You deserve it, after -” Only, he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before he was moved right back to square numero uno. Blond hair and a flash of neutral colors was all he saw before all three friends were caught in a surprise group hug. For a second, the professor's mind was reeling, trying to figure out what drug this person was on that was making them randomly approach three strangers and hug them in such a manner. But then he was being let go and a voice – so achingly familiar it almost hurt – resounded through the area and there was no doubt about it. “Logan! Zachary! I remember you!” There used to only be two. And then Lena Kipler came, leaving the count at a solid three. Okay, now someone catch him, he's about ready to - “Your glasses don't look a day older!” Lena was saying, holding up a picture he couldn't quite remember being taken of he, Logan, and – oh, darnit, did she cut out Cecilia from that? Oh, this was not going to be good. This was going to be disastrous. His mind was having a nuclear meltdown and the conflict hadn't even started up yet.
As the lavender-eyed woman shifted her attention to Logan, Zach rested his hand on the green-eyed woman's shoulder in order to keep himself from swaying as much and murmured, “If I... If I pass out... You'll catch me, right?” Sadly, chances of that happening were slim to none. Why? Because said female hissed in a voice so quiet he wouldn't have been able to hear had he not practically been leaning on her, “Fine, you wanna play the game? We'll play the game...” Something about a picture being taken must have been tossed around the group because, suddenly, Lena was reaching for a camera and C.C. Had pushed herself in between she and both he and Logan. And then there was hand holding. And he was pretty sure he would be hyperventilating right now if he hadn't had nearly a decade of practice forcing his emotions and anxieties into the farthest corners of his mind. He'd look to his bro for mental support, but he was probably almost as freaked out as he was. He'd just make sure to land on him specifically should he really pass out; Logan would make a better bed than the ground, after all.
“Is that really you, Lena? Oh, it's been so long! What are you doing these days? I'm a successful coordinator, perhaps you've heard?” Cecilia was saying and, as much as he was dying to find out what happened, he was too busy trying set his mind on the right path to focus too much. There were words being passed around between the girls, but they all were processed in his mind as slurs and voices with no real distinction between different sounds. Thankfully, it didn't take long to get himself to calm down and, when he did, an arm was being slung around his shoulder. “That's so sad! I was just about to invite the boys to have lunch with me at the food court. But you know what they say, three's company, four's a crowd. I would hate for you to feel awkward in any way.” “I – Um, I thought the phrasing was that “two's company and three's a crowd”.” What should he have said? What could he have said? This was a full blown war of words, something he'd never been particularly good at, and he was caught right in the cross fire without even wanting to participate.
“So. Did he break up with you?”
At that point, the blond couldn't take it anymore. He had to make noise, something to protest, even if his mind was choosing to draw a blank. And angry roar could have easily done the job. Maybe? He'd just have to find out, he guessed. However, he'd only had the time to take in a breath for his cry when another voice piped up beside him, “Hey, um. This is stupid.” And then there were Dewgong noises, taken out of his own mouth before he could even say them. Surprisingly, though, this was enough of a push to form actual words in his mind. “Okay, yeah. Logan's right. Would you two stop making jabs at one another and actually see how pointless this all is?” A deep breath. The words were flowing more easily now, his mind clearing of it's own fog. “Maybe I don't know exactly how it feels. Actually, I just don't. But whoever this guy is, he's obviously not important enough to be here physically, so why on Earth are we trying to bring him up mentally? Drop it, okay? Just this once? Gosh, I haven't seen you guys in, like, how long? I'll claw my own eyes out before I let this all be ruined because of some guy you both wanted to date back in high school.”
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Post by Cecilia Tesch on Jul 1, 2013 7:46:17 GMT -6
Lena's words hit Cecilia hard. “So. Did he break up with you?” It brought back memories. Sort of. Fuzzy and obscure, the girl only remembered heartbreak and anger. Remembered that no one, repeat, NO ONE broke up with her. Who did the unnamed boy in her memories think he was, playing with two girl's hearts like that just to dump them both for the next thing with breasts to walk by? She now knew the pain that other girls felt. She had never experienced it before, but now that she had felt the same pain that Lena had felt, the same pain her friend had felt... She couldn't undo what had been done. Cecilia knew she had been wrong to steal her friend's boyfriend, to put someone she cared about in such pain. But what was done was done. It wasn't like Lena would have welcomed her back with open arms after it was all said and done. A “let's both hate on What'sHisFace and be friends again” party was not in store for them, she knew that much.
And so when the verbal onslaught came, her defenses came up. And she lied. “Don't be ridiculous! Of course I broke up with him! He was hardly worth my time, really,” she replied with a slight flip of her hair before returning her hand to Zach's shoulder. Her competitive spirit, her stubbornness, her arrogance, all kept her from mending the relationship. But it wasn't like she was the only one keeping the rift between them. If Lena were to make even a small gesture towards making peace, Cecilia would probably make an attempt as well. At least a small attempt. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like that would be possible.
Logan's sudden outburst of “This is stupid” coupled with his odd Dewgong noises made Cecilia's arms fall back to her sides. The boy had never really seemed too mature to her growing up, and most of there reunion that day had reminded her of this, reaffirmed her of this. But here he was, telling her to grow up and end the useless fighting with just five words. And she was supposed to be the more mature one in the group, at least according to her.
Zach spoke up as well, reprimanding both of the girls for their behavior. The coordinator felt a small pang of regret. Here she was reunited with her old friends, and all she could focus on was a petty squabble from the past, on being better than the other. She let her ego get in the way and ruined her real friends' time. She would stop. But not before letting her ego score one more point. After all, it wasn't entirely her fault, why should she be the only one to feel bad about it?
“I'm sorry for not acting civilized. In all honesty, I had planned this to go a little differently when Lena first showed up,” Cecilia explained to the boys. “Unfortunately, she decided to be immature and ignore me. We could have talked like old aquaintences at least, but no, I was ignored. Forgive me for stooping to her childish level.” She shot a final look to Lena to emphasize that it was all her fault to begin with. Returning her attention back to the boys, she continued, “I wasn't kidding about wanting lunch at the food court, though. C'mon, let's all eat together. I'm starving!”
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Post by Lena Kipler on Jul 5, 2013 16:27:12 GMT -6
Lena could be forgiving. Lena could forget something had ever happened, let misdeeds float away into the oblivion that housed forgotten memories, let wrongs sink into the graves of unremembered woes and sorrows with no more than a shrug of her shoulders and a quick, sad smile to let the offender know all was exiled from her mind . But Cecilia had made a deadly mistake: she'd let the fight become the past. And Lena clung to the past with an iron grip that time could not shake. But then the boys spoke up, expressing their discontent in their own odd ways that reminded Lena of her high school 'glory days', when all three had been friends with nothing to feud over. How could she let that part of the past go for the sake of a handful of heart-crushing, enraging memories? Lena was about to apologize. But before she spoke, Cecilia put in her two cents.
"I'm sorry for not acting civilized. In all honesty, I had planned this to go a little differently when Lena first showed up. Unfortunately, she decided to be immature and ignore me. We could have talked like old acquaintances at least, but no, I was ignored. Forgive me for stooping to her childish level.” Tears stung Lena's eyes. She remembered now. She remembered with biting clarity. The only thing that had hurt worse than HeWhoMustNeverEverEverBeSpokenOf's rejection was her best friend's betrayal. Old emotions swirled through Lena, stronger, more potent, almost more real than the present. Of course she turned on Zachary. "Well, for some reason, he was more important than me, and if he's not important enough to be here, I guess I'm not either.” She hissed the words, lowering her voice. Her anger was not a fiery passion. It was an icy despisement that had reshaped everything she could see like a glacier. Lena didn’t have it in her to scream and rant and rage. But she was Queen of the Silent Treatment.
She turned away and continued with her day as if they weren't even there, buying her bag of cabbages (one of which she handed to Logan for old time’s sake and because he hadn't been entirely insensitive, unlike the others), and walked to her usual cabbage-eating bench. She shivered. She wasn’t used to being mad and she didn’t like it.
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Post by Logan Trebeg on Jul 7, 2013 17:10:03 GMT -6
Logan never really stopped making noises. At the very least there was a steady gurgling in the back of his throat.
An apology turned into more drama. As such, Logan was stuck standing around with Cecilia and Zachary, and he wanted to lay down and hyperventilate. Maybe even vomit a little. He looked down at his shoes- wait never mind there was a cabbage down there. Between his shoes and his face, specifically in his hands, was a nice cabbage. Logan fell on the floor, and hyperventilated. No vomit, though.
After a brief moment of deep breathing, Logan was back up on his feet, feeling like an idiot. And it took a lot to make Logan feel like an idiot, in case you haven't caught on to that yet. Not to mention, at this point, Logan didn't even know where he was supposed to stand.
Finding a place to stand might seem like a trivial thing to be thinking about at this time, but quite frankly it was something to be worried about. Should he go over and sit next to Lena, or stay with his other two friends and deal with awkwardness? Should he just stand in between them all and hope something good would come out of it? Should he lay down on the floor and begin practicing photosynthesis again? The question was digging into his mind, and for the most part he was leaning towards the last option. Unfortunately, turning into a plant didn't really seem like it would be the best way to handle any situation like this.
No, this situation would require something quite drastic. Logan may actually have to be one of the mature people in the group. [PROTIP: if Logan's being the mature person in the group, you need to get yourself together.]
Logan threw a cabbage. It didn't hit anyone, but he threw it towards Cecilia, because he knew that would get all of his friends' attention. "Seriously, this is all crap that happened YEARS ago, and you're going to let it bother you now? Being stupid when you were young isn't an excuse to be stupid now. Seriously, I can't even eat cabbage around you people."
Logan hadn't been angry in years. He was one of few people that could say that. But if something gets so bad that it impedes on his ability to enjoy a nice cabbage, something needs to be done.
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