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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 5, 2011 21:12:36 GMT -7
Chelsea Simmons was not entirely sure what to make of this ordeal. On one hand, she thought it rather silly, and a bit underhanded, that the staff of Riverdale High felt that they could play matchmaker. However...she was also curious as to how this would go. She was a fifteen year old girl, after all, and she didn't mind going out and having a good time. The same question kept popping into her mind, though - Would she have a good time? She had no idea who she was to be paired with, only that she was supposed to meet up with the man of mystery at table 26 at Atin's Culver's. She could not help but snort when she saw that her 'date' was at Culver's. She knew that the town of Riverdale did not offer much in the way of upscale restaurants, but Culver's? There had to be something better than that out there. Nevertheless, she showed up at the restaurant at the time specified, taking a seat at table 26. Maybe Hanston and her cronies did know what they were doing. Perhaps they had taken a good look at their students and tried to pick good matches. If that was the case, though, then why were students who were already in couples even thrown into the mix? Chelsea remained seated, periodically glancing toward the door to see if anyone she recognized would enter. She still had reservations about this whole thing, but hopefully she would be proven wrong... Word Count: 252 To: Errol/Dante Notes: Yeah, don't get your hopes up Chels. >] |
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Feb 5, 2011 21:44:07 GMT -7
What kind of dumbass thing was this? A FUN DUMBASS THING, THAT WAS WHAT. Errol straightened his tie as he walked along. He wore a dress shirt and jeans and a bright purple satin tie. He liked his ties. He hoped whoever it was liked ties. But he didn't car.e Errol was able to roll with almost any situation, even a supposed date at a Culver's with a weird name...Anit? That was odd. He looked at his slip of paper, which had the numerical code to follow. Table 26. Very good. He walked in, noting a couple familiar face before walking right over to table 26, and bursting out laughing. Really? Seriously?
He needed to high-five Hanston sometime. This was just PRICELESS. Rather than an awkward moment with some girl, he got someone who wanted to watch him die. How absolutely metallically pyramidal! Metallic pink and yellow. But a decent yellow. He sat down, still smirking. "My darling valentine!" He chuckled, leaning back. "This is just priceless. You probably want to mash me to a pulp and here I am smirking at you, your date for the evening. Life's just a lovely, wonderful, happy thing, isn't it?" He asked. If the teachers were out to get people, this was exactly what would have happened, he supposed, he glanced around, noting a teacher nearby, studying the paper but he could wear she was watching them. "Gotta love our school administration, playin' cupid." And with that, he laughed again.
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words| 288
tagged|Chelsea / Mandee
notes| Ehehehehehe >D
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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 5, 2011 21:52:55 GMT -7
The sophomore watched as a couple of familiar faces entered, but none of them were heading toward her table. She wasn't sure what to make of this, but the longer she sat, the more nervous she got. She wasn't about to show this, however, and instead sat with her chin resting on her hand, wearing a bored expression. Meanwhile, out of sight, her foot was tapping on the ground repeatedly in nervousness and impatience. Whoever her 'date' was need to show up soon, so she could at least get this over with. She rolled her eyes as Errol entered the restaurant. She pitied the poor soul that ended up with him as their date. Then, much to her horror, Errol laughed and made a beeline straight for her. Her eyes widened as she looked to the supervising teacher, hoping that said teacher would step in and tell Errol to go to the correct table, but unfortunately the worst case scenario seemed to have happened (at least in Chelsea's opinion) - She was partnered with Errol Murdock. At Errol's first words, Chelsea could not help but narrow her eyes slightly as she was reminded of just why she hated this boy so much. What an obnoxious idiot! However, much to her chagrin, she realized that she was stuck with him for the night, and that glaring daggers at him really wasn't going to do much of anything. "Life is just peachy, thank you." She forced a smile, in the meanwhile thinking of how pleasant it would be to punch Hanston in the face at this moment. Or if not Hanston, whoever came up with this idea. "Well, I guess we might as well grab a bite to eat." At the very least, she could enjoy her food? Word Count: 308 To: Errol/Dante Notes: We're so cruel. XD |
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Feb 6, 2011 21:24:23 GMT -7
This night was going to be pure and undoubtable win. He was paired with Chelsea and it was the funnest thing to push all her buttons over and over and over some more. See, Errol didn't mind Chelsea that much, but she minded him. She minded him for all that he was, and that meant that being pleasant towards her could just piss her off too. What could be better than that? "No hello? Just an angry glare? Well, I figured as much." He said when all her got for his words was a hostile look. Errol didn't sound hostile at all, and damn, he knew it. That was the fun of it, see. He wasn't hostile, and other than being mildly mocking, wasn't going to be all the rude to her tonight. No, tonight was gonna go down similar to dance.s He'd get to to dance along yet. Now, he also decided right here and now he wanted to kiss her, but he'd see how that went down, and whether or not that would leave her open to file for rape or something, which would be a major downer on his day.
He did get slightly more ans answer, and just nodded. "Peachy 'till I walked into your life again, huh?" Play himself as the villain, it was all part of his little game, the game he played by himself and others occasionally ended up inside. He could tell the smile was forced by he smiled right back, amused to death over the situation. It was just plain PRICELESS.
"Yeah, why not, we're here anyways. My treat." And so it would be. It would just make everything more fun later on. Toying around was fun. It was more than fun when it was Chelsea. "Take it as my apology for being the dirt of the earth- oik, this menu tastes over-boiled." Errol's tone changed as he picked up the menu, making a weird face as the extrasensory taste worked it's way into his mouth as soon as he picked up the menu. Someone must have water damaged it or something, since the texture of this particular one was weird. "Blurg, that calls for a root beer."
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words| 413
tagged| Chelsea / Mandee
notes| Fishie is dead. =[
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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 6, 2011 21:42:27 GMT -7
Chelsea let out a sigh. She knew this was going to be a tough one. She honestly had half a mind to punch Hanston for this. She found herself wondering who else was paired with who. Making their students squirm indeed. This all seemed like a rather nasty joke. Of course, Errol was casting his lines, and Chelsea, being herself, was biting. It was just the way it worked. Chelsea was by no means a quiet girl, and when people annoyed her, she typically let them know. Errol just had a habit of doing it more often than most others. "Well, suppose you could put it that way, but we're not going to accomplish anything by just sitting here glaring at each other." Nevermind that it was Chelsea doing most of the glaring, and Errol simply doing the taunting... The teen raised an eyebrow as Errol admitted that this would be his treat. His treat? What brought this about? It was natural for her to be suspicious, but she had no chance to voice this as her eyebrow went up even further at Errol's next words. The corners of her mouth even twitched a little, though she tried her hardest not to show this. "An over-boiled menu? Hope you have no plans on eating the menu..."[/color] She snorted, then caught herself. Was she actually making a joke in front of Errol? Well, they were stuck here, and they had to at least tolerate each other for the night. Might as well make the best of it, eh? "I'm thinking iced tea myself." This was still awkward, but it wasn't going to get any less so. Word Count: 288 To: Errol/Dante Notes: Hardboiled menus? XD |
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Feb 8, 2011 21:35:18 GMT -7
Being a jerk came rather naturally to Errol. In fact, it was so natural that the moody young man didn't even see it as being a jerk, just an Errol. Just as Chelsea was just being Chelsea, and the just Errol found a way to just run his own circles around just Chelsea, even if she might see them as squares or maybe not at all. "You were doing the glaring, I was doing the laughing, though it's great to know I won't be given the stinkeye through most of this. That's hardly fun." Errol stated, then supposed that if he wanted to accomplish the ultimate win, even more than the Elmo or dancing at Christmas win, he'd have to cut the teasing out. He'd have to cast just the right line at just the right time, get what he wanted then RUN...like the devil was after him, only faster, as the devil would probably not mind what he was going to try and do.
Treating her seemed like a good way to start, even if it did cause her to raise an eyebrow. He shrugged to it as he touched the menu, and got a watery, over boiled taste in his mouth. There was not much else to it, than a mild taste of vegetables, and stringy ones at that. But oh - did her mouth just twitch? Could this perfectly honest observation almost made her laugh? It certainly seemed like it, as she made something of a joke after that. "Naw, I don't plan on eating it...I might go for the cheeseburger though...but damn this thing tastes weird." Errol chuckled, then grabbed a couple napkins form their place at the side of the table and used them to create a barrier between himself and the menu as he held it, to avoid the taste. He could ignore things sometimes, but that was a very weird one to have to talk through.
"Though one time, I was all of..oh geez, six or so? I walked into a carpeting shop and told the assistant salesperson all the rugs tasted bad, she honestly thought I was licking them." Errol recalled with a laugh. "The look on her face, I tell you...so, what're you thinking of getting?"
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words| 411
tagged| Chelsea / Mandee
notes| None.
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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 8, 2011 22:10:06 GMT -7
Errol, of course, had a point, but Chelsea wasn't the type to admit it. She took a quick glance at the teacher who was supervising the whole thing, then looked back at Errol. As much as she could barely stand the guy, she had to put up with him, right? So why not make it the most pleasant experience she possibly could? All she had to do was survive this, and then she'd be free to try to avoid him to her heart's content. Sounded like a plan to her! "It tastes that bad just from touching it?" She knew about Errol's "condition", of course. It was becoming rather well known around the school, just as Chelsea's argumentative nature was, or Isa's large punch in a pint-size body, or Oliver's penchant for taking everything apart... And so on and so forth. Still, the fact that he was so frank about it was something that intrigued Chelsea. The fact that it intrigued her also scared her a bit. She didn't want anything to intrigue her about Errol. It was so much easier to go on hating the guy for being a jerk. And he was a jerk. A nice guy would have taken no for an answer when Isa would not dance with him at the Christmas ball. No, instead he kept pushing her, and it pissed her off. Then, Errol surprised her yet again with a recollection of something that occurred when he was a child. It struck Chelsea as particularly poignant because such a comment being met with strange looks was something almost every reincarnate could relate to. Now, she knew perfectly well that Errol was no reincarnate. He'd already been investigated for that. Still, the fact remained that this was something she could relate to. Not to mention it was amusing, and she actually caught herself smiling. "Well, what did you expect with a comment like that?" God, why did he have to be so nice right now? Oh, right, because they were calling a temporary truce for the sake of this activity. "I'm thinking a cheeseburger and maybe a strawberry shake."[/b] Word Count: 366 To: Errol/Dante Notes: Nada |
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Feb 11, 2011 21:05:24 GMT -7
It was pure genius, giving akward situaion, if you wanted some revenage on your goos-for-nothing sutdents. Or, if you were a good-for-nothing student like Errol, and took advantage of these situations to be able to break that you not only have danced with (on TWO seperate occasions) but if all went perfectly well, KISSED your archenemy on Valentines day - without her being a crazy ex - well, that was gold. Was it also an inrecibly rude, manipluative and bastard-ish thing to do? Yes. Did Errol care? Oh course not. He cared more about the taste of this stinking menu.
"I've tasted worse things, but it's a weird taste to have while talking." Errol explained nonclaantly. Many people in the school knew about his so-called condition, though he told very few upright about it. Stuff spreaded, he supposed, but in truth he didn't care. He was talking about reality, why should he have to explain anything? Case and point, the carpets." He leant back, noting her smile at his story. People did tend to find it funny. "As for what I expected, I didn't know. I didn't know I was all that different." Errol has thought it plain obvious that the carpets were unsellable with such a godawful taste to them. The rest of the world disagreed.
When a waiter came by, Errol ordered for them both and then resumed conversation. "It's not like I knew anything was amiss. It's kinda hard to epxlain, it's just...the way it was, so I figured it was normal." The normal had no idea how close he was to the idea thatkept RSOR the secret is was; so close he came right to the point of why he got mistaken. "But eh, what does it matter. You don't want me going all deep on you, so..you think there are any worse matchups out there?"
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words| 357
tagged| Chelsea / Mandee
notes| -pets Errol- You're a lunatic and an idiot and perhaps suicidal in wanted to kiss her. But that's okay. =D
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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 11, 2011 21:24:00 GMT -7
Had Chelsea known about Errol's master plan, she would not have even proposed this truce. She still did not like Errol for all that he was, but she was finding that she could at least tolerate him like this. He had yet to do anything jerkish tonight. Again, if Chelsea could read minds, she'd probably slap Errol and go storming out of the restaurant, but alas, she could not, and thus she had no idea what lay in store. Chelsea frowned a little as Errol told his story, actually beginning to feel for him a little bit. It helped, of course, that she could understand where he was coming from. Any reincarnate could. At that age, the things that reincarnates knew (and did) did not seem all that odd to them either. Kids that age don't know what's normal or what's strange. She could certainly understand why Errol had been mistaken for a reincarnate with statements like that though. "I can understand that." Far more than Errol would ever realize, but that was all she felt comfortable saying. Partially because this had to do with RSOR, and partially because she was keeping up a wall around Errol. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. She still could not help but snort as Errol asked her if there were any worse matchups. She thought she was pretty bad off, but even she had to stop and think if there were any completely incompatible people in the school, especially those in RSOR. "Well, if Iskander gets put with Talia, which I can almost see happening given the situation, I could see that going wrong very fast..."[/color] She let out a small snicker at the thought. Word Count: 297 To: Errol/Dante Notes: Nada |
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Feb 13, 2011 21:09:08 GMT -7
Errol was intrigued that his story has such an effect on Chelsea. It was just a frown. Anyone would say it was just a frown. But for Errol, any sympathetic motion Chelsea presented was more then "just a" anything. It was odd. Errol himself has to frown a bit at that. Just so strange, to have her say that she could understand that. He wanted to ask how she could - she seemed normal in every way - but figured he wouldn't get an answer. Even if it had been something that she could answer to, though of course he had no idea how she could sympathize. Instead, he just nodded. He supposed there were times when people sans his condition could sympathize...hell, most people probably could to some extent.
And while this was a very odd truce, his question suggested that there quote possibly would be people who wouldn't call truce of paired together. "Iskander and Talia would kill eachother, and I doubt any teacher could stop them." Like everyone else, he'd heard the story that knife-happy Iskander had tried to carve words into Talia's face up in the attic. Another reason he wanted up there. That whole incident suggested students were given full free range! That was nuts. "Iskander and Tamara, too." He still had no idea what his friend had been thinking, picking a fight with that kid. "Iskander and most of the school." He added with a snort. "Who else...." Errol pondered. "Raven and Isabella? They don't get along....eh. Well. At least we can say we got through this in one piece. Hopefully." And while executing his devious little plan.
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words| 309
tagged| Chelsea / Mandee
notes| Nope.
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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 13, 2011 21:50:07 GMT -7
Fortunately, Chelsea's oddities were not considered that odd by any normals. What she went down in history for was still a very real cause even in today's society. Therefore, it made sense that she would still be campaigning for equal rights. It wasn't just toward women this time around (though that was certainly one of her focal points). She'd taken an interest in gay rights as well, which was surely in no small part influenced by her friendship with a gay freshman by the name of Chi. She'd taken to treating him like a little brother of sorts, and she could see perfectly well how happy he was with his boyfriend, Arlen. Why, if the two of them wanted to spend their lives together, did they have to forgo the rights a heterosexual couple had? The sophomore's thoughts returned to the boy in front of her as he rattled off a couple more names to go with the two she suggested. Chelsea personally had no real problem with Iskander, though she knew that a few people definitely did. At the comment about Raven, Chelsea let out a snort. "Raven and most of the school too. That guy's a creep..."[/color] A statement that may or may not have been influenced by the knowledge that Raven was Jack the Ripper. At Errol's comment about making it through this ordeal in one place, Chelsea just gave a simple shrug. So far so good, after all. Word Count: 247 To: Errol/Dante Notes: Meep? |
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Feb 17, 2011 17:47:07 GMT -7
Without knowing any of the "backstory" to any of the rsor members, people would likely find thier personalities a whole lot larger than most others. It went without saying, given these people had hacked thier way into history; but how was Errol to know? He was close in thinking that these personalties resulted from some unifying trait - or maybe they were the unifiying trait...
"Yeah, Raven's an oddball...and yeah, that comes from the oddball annoyance extordinarre. Though I hear distaste in your voice. What'd he do to you?" She clearly had no good feeling for him, and Errol was curuious. He wasn't sure if Raven was one of the attic kids, but anything he might get from Chelsea was good.
At this point in time, thier food was brought to them. Errol nodded to the waitress, then to Chelsea. "It looks good." The food di indeed look decent, and he took a long drink of his root beer, washing out that blasted annoying taste that had gotten into his mouth. "And so ends the boiled taste. Remind me never to touch the menus in here without gloves. I eally ought to invest in gloves for this very purpose." The conversation was casual, as though he were speaking to a friend, not a marked enemy.
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words| 240
tagged| "Xhelsea" / Mandee
notes| Sorry for the wait!
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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 19, 2011 20:41:06 GMT -7
Of course Errol heard the distaste in Chelsea's voice. As annoying as it was, Errol was quite observant. For once, though, he wasn't the source of the distaste. In fact, she actually held Errol in higher standards than Raven. Errol was a jerk, yes, but he wasn't a serial killer who went down in history for mutilating women. Prostitutes, yes, and really, it didn't matter the gender. The fact of the matter was that Raven clearly had a disregard for human life (unless that life happened to be his own or perhaps his girlfriend's), and it was sick. She couldn't very well tell Errol this, however. "He did nothing to me, but he hasn't exactly been nice to some friends of mine." She decided that she would leave it at that. She didn't want to stay on the subject for too long anyway. Fortunately, the food came right at this time, allowing her the perfect escape. She bit into her burger and then raised an eyebrow at Errol across the table. "Well that's good. That doesn't sound like a very pleasant taste to deal with."[/color] When Errol wasn't being a jerk, it actually wasn'tl that bad talking to him. Or so she thought. Word Count: 213 To: Errol/Dante Notes: Mmm, menu |
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Post by Errol Thom Murdock on Feb 21, 2011 10:19:51 GMT -7
Errol had to tread carefully. He had to take just the right steps at just the right time, in order to achive his goal. If only he put this much thought into his homeowrk, he might be doing better! Homework, however, was useless to him. He was going to go compose right out of high school. He did have some resume already - he'd done some composing and conducting by the age of nine. It was going to work. Even if his parents had gotten in the way for most of his life. Just like this was going to work, though the mian roadblock to Errol was not the idea was preposterous, but he'd have to be quick at just the right time.
The food came, effectivly ending the conversation about Raven. Good. No need to work her up, now was there? "No, it's not very much fun. But I wouldn't trade not tasting it for a loss of the good things I can, y'know?" That was it, try to be deep. Grils liked that shit, right? But no, it was just out of character for him to be like that, so he went on. "Well, if I want to get soppy about it anyhow." He added with a snort. "How's your food?"
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Post by Chelsea Marie Simmons on Feb 21, 2011 19:42:17 GMT -7
Chelsea was still being careful around Errol. Even if he wasn't...well, Errol, he was still a normal, and anyone in RSOR had to be careful around normals. To make matters worse, he and Tamara seemed to be on a quest to uncover as many secrets about RSOR as they possibly could. Being good friends with Isa meant that Chelsea knew all too well how much trouble Errol was causing. "That's true. You have to take the bad with the good, I suppose." Or the good with the bad, in this case. She had to focus on the few positive traits that Errol was showing so as to not try to cram something down his throat before this meal was over. She couldn't do that in front of the chaperones, now could she? Besides, she wasn't much of a fighter physically. She preferred to use verbal barbs, and she could certainly give Errol an earful if she wanted to. Or if she didn't think she would get into trouble, more likely. As Errol indicated that he didn't want to get soppy, Chelsea let out a snort. "Good.[/color] That would add entirely new levels of awkward. "The food's pretty good. What about yours?"[/color] Word Count: 217 To: Errol/Dante Notes: I didn't even see that Xhelsea thing before. XD |
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