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outsiders2013-06-24 10:39 pm
shutupmarco) wrote in outsiders2013-06-24 10:39 pm
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[ Rachel's in the feed, looking a mixture of angry and upset and honestly, kind of grossed out. For once, she looks like she might lose her cool. Or might have lost it already. Either way, she's holding a grease-stained takeout box in her hand, her lip pulled back in disgust. ]
You know, it's bad enough that both of my roommates just up and disappeared. It's bad enough that I'm stuck in this crummy apartment all by myself, when the blue bitch in charge has just locked us into the neighborhood. But when my food starts talking to me? I'm so done, okay?
[ She opens the top of the takeout box to show to the omni-tool feed -- the indistinguishable heap of food in the box looks perfectly innocuous at first, until it starts...wriggling. And then a couple of black bean mameshiba pop their heads above the surface with a little whoosh of air. They stare at the camera with wet, quivering eyes for a long moment before one of them starts to speak in a tiny voice and heavily affected English. ]
Do you know? Most lipstick contains fish scales --
[ Rachel snaps the top of the box shut, and the mameshiba inside let out muffled cries of dismay. Never has a teenaged girl looked this angry over bad takeout. Seriously, if looks can kill... Well, at least Rachel's grizzly morph can.
Her nostrils flare, her jaw set tight, and oh yeah, she looks pissed. Pissed to cover up being scared and upset because she's alone, and the food is infested with weird little Japanimation beans, and she doesn't like it when the rug gets pulled out from under her. ]
It's been crap like that, nonstop. Creepy, disgusting trivia every time I open the stupid box. And it's all so weird! Who even knows this stuff?
[ Nerds, Rachel. Nerds know this stuff. And right now, that makes her so angry.
She leans forward, eyes narrowed, and pronounces with total, seething conviction: ]
This. Is. So. Gross.
You know, it's bad enough that both of my roommates just up and disappeared. It's bad enough that I'm stuck in this crummy apartment all by myself, when the blue bitch in charge has just locked us into the neighborhood. But when my food starts talking to me? I'm so done, okay?
[ She opens the top of the takeout box to show to the omni-tool feed -- the indistinguishable heap of food in the box looks perfectly innocuous at first, until it starts...wriggling. And then a couple of black bean mameshiba pop their heads above the surface with a little whoosh of air. They stare at the camera with wet, quivering eyes for a long moment before one of them starts to speak in a tiny voice and heavily affected English. ]
Do you know? Most lipstick contains fish scales --
[ Rachel snaps the top of the box shut, and the mameshiba inside let out muffled cries of dismay. Never has a teenaged girl looked this angry over bad takeout. Seriously, if looks can kill... Well, at least Rachel's grizzly morph can.
Her nostrils flare, her jaw set tight, and oh yeah, she looks pissed. Pissed to cover up being scared and upset because she's alone, and the food is infested with weird little Japanimation beans, and she doesn't like it when the rug gets pulled out from under her. ]
It's been crap like that, nonstop. Creepy, disgusting trivia every time I open the stupid box. And it's all so weird! Who even knows this stuff?
[ Nerds, Rachel. Nerds know this stuff. And right now, that makes her so angry.
She leans forward, eyes narrowed, and pronounces with total, seething conviction: ]
This. Is. So. Gross.
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Ugh, cut it out! Stop being so weird.
[ Ughhhh Rachel get a grip. She can't freak out all over him, because she doesn't really have any friends left here. She coughs, rolls her eyes to herself, like she can't believe she has to be nice to Marco. But -- not that she'd admit it in a hundred years -- there's a part of her that really wants to get along with Marco. Somehow. So she tries for some humor. ]
...Besides, you don't want me to morph in here. Given how you reacted last time, you'd probably just pee yourself and cry.
[ Yes, Rachel, that's exactly how you make friends. ]
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[ He mock-tumbles off the couch with her shove, displacing a crowd of upset mameshiba. He grins at her from the floor, flicking away the bean that's trying to crawl up his leg. ]
Jeez, Rachel, are you this rough with every Marco you meet, or is it just my superior egging skills? Come on, morph one of these little bean guys. I dare you!
[ Rest assurred that the antagonizing is all a cover for Marco's unwillingness to process whether or not he actually enjoys having Rachel around. ]
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[ She's not nearly as bothered as she seems. He'd only grazed her, and she's had way worse. She scoffs all the same, though, rolling her eyes, but it's exaggerated, like she's trying to make up for how off she's feeling. ]
Every Marco I've known could take it.
[ She hesitates, and then, almost reluctantly: ]
I guess you aren't so bad. Sometimes. When you aren't being a total jerk.
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[ He holds up his empty hands to prove it. Just don't check the underside of the couch, Rachel. Hopefully, the mameshiba don't find his emergency personal protection, either. ]
Wait. Are you feeling okay? That's like, the first time you've said something almost nice to me.
[ The look on his face is most suspicious than worried, but he definitely notices that Rachel is being kind of weird. ]
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Did you invite me over here to be mean to you? Because I can go back to that.
[ It comes out more acidly than she'd meant -- she'd intended it to be flippant, sarcastic. Meet her halfway here, Marco. She's trying so hard. It helps that she'd rather tolerate Marco for days than go back to an empty apartment right now. ]