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Post by Russell Jameson on Feb 28, 2008 0:36:18 GMT -5
Pop's soda shop was pretty much the cheesiest establishment Russ had ever set foot into, which was bad because he'd frequented quite a few dives back in California. But regardless of the garish neon mini-jukeboxes on the tables with the broken buttons and the overall lack of proper..or rather..modern color scheme, there was hardly a better burger joint to be found. Russ took a bit of his double cheeseburger and stared at the small book two his left disapprovingly. 1984 was displayed boldly on the cover. How utterly vomit inducing, the boy thought with a cringe.
How many times would he have to read it? Until he liked it? Well he'd probably meet Orwell in the afterlife before that happened. Maybe then he'd get an explanation as to why the book was considered such an achievement. It was just one of those books... Much like the Betas, it was by the public but secretly hated. Russ' theory was that it was just too darn depressing. Personally he preferred material a bit more uplifting. The world was depressing enough without every other writer reminding him.
Taking a sip of his chocolate milkshake, Russell scanned the room for anyone he might consider worthy of conversation but came up empty-handed. "Figures" he muttered and flipped through his book for the place he'd left off. A shadow appeared over the crisp, white pages. "Excuse you", the boy said in a mildly annoyed yet controlled tone, "You're blocking my light."
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Post by Eve Deveraux on Feb 28, 2008 23:01:07 GMT -5
Eve could not understand at all how “Pop’s Soda Shop” had become the place to be. It was disgusting, by all means, and needed some serious disinfectant… and not just because of the people who hung out there. But there were few places that were available around the school. If one wanted to go out for the night, they had to make a chore of getting back onto the grounds after hours. Eve was just disappointed that many of her friends were not legal adults yet, and did not have extended curfew hours.
Letting out an exasperating sigh, Eve entered the “joint” as many seemed to like to refer to it, as though she was doing the business some sort of service by showing her face there. But it was the local hang out, and there were few who could afford the same things as she and her closest of friends. At the very least, her clique was entitled to the best seats in the house.
So it was quite a shock when Eve headed towards the corner and found the seat to be occupied. Queerer than none of her friends already sitting there, was who decided to explore into the outside world. Eve let out one of her groans that was specialized for him alone. She could not stand him, but could not let him venture past the boundaries he had set for himself. But she was not the first speak, despite having her mouth to do so. “And you’re blocking my seat.” Generally she sat on the inside, right next to where he was. Now the seat might as well be poison, because she wouldn’t get near it if she had to be seen with him. She only wished he had chosen a less public place to decide he needed to be told off.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Feb 28, 2008 23:25:37 GMT -5
Russell shuddered. Of all the places for him to run into the girl he not-so-affectionately referred to as 'She-Demon', he hadn't imagined in a million years it would be Pop's. Didn't she think she was above corny 1950's inspired diners? Apparently she fancied she was still above manners. The boy turned to look at her and shook his head before turning back to his book. So not worth it, he thought. Maybe if he ignored her she'd slink away back to the black sea of death from which she'd emerged.
Her seat, honestly. She only wants it because she can't have it. All these girls are the same. Still, he couldn't ignore the fact that it had been she who'd singled him out this time. It was only this intriguing fact that made the boy close his book and set it on the table. Clearly she was not going to leave him alone. Ignoring her would only make her try harder to annoy him anyway. He turned toward her and looked around, scoping the place for wannabe potential boyfriends who might be just waiting to punch his face in. Nope, none in sight.
That being decided, Russell smirked at Eve from where he was sitting. "I was going to let your ignorance slide just this once but I can't help asking... What makes this your seat? I've been sitting here for the last thirty minutes, Evie. You're not entitled to everything. Besides, there's an IQ requirement for this seat and I'm sorry but you just don't make the cut. Come back when you can act like a proper human being."
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Post by Eve Deveraux on Feb 29, 2008 1:01:48 GMT -5
Eve’s eyebrows rose in surprise over the top of her designer sunglasses, when Russell looked up with a smirk. What’s he so sodding pleased about? Her startling blue eyes narrowed immediately behind dark shades as Russell so accommodatingly reminded her why she disliked him so. Her lips pursed as the arrogant know-it-all flapped his trap. Honestly, he wasn’t even a nerd… he was a reject nerd. This was the only thought that kept Eve from slapping him across his premature, beardless face for his insolence. But she was plenty mad.
“Oh, you’re a right talker, Quant; I’d say someone like you would be in the position to judge intelligence, but I imagine a private investigator like you is also beating all his brains away to that book at night. Getting off by yourself shouldn’t give you the confidence to be so smart with someone like me.” Eve snapped back in a high, fast-paced tone. Despite the fact that English was her second language, and her accent was still very thick, Eve could talk quickly when she was irritated.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Feb 29, 2008 1:28:06 GMT -5
Quant? Well for once Deveraux had him stumped; Russell hadn't the foggiest clue what the neurotic little princess was on about. Was that even a word? Did the future Stepford Wife blow a fuse or something, Russell wondered. He wasn't exactly surprised. She never seemed to have both oars in the water anyway. Whatever she was hinting at though...it couldn't have been good. His smirk was quickly replaced with a sneer.
"What are you talking about? I knew you were dim but I never imagined you'd start making up words. Try mastering the real ones first." The nerve of her, first trying to make him leave his seat and now accusing him of who knows what. She was a girl and naturally he couldn't slug her or anything but she was really beginning to make him lose his patience. Fed up with the fact that he was being looked down on both literally and figuratively, the boy rose to his feet.
"You think I'm acting better than I am, right? Well, as far as I'm concerned its a Prep like you who is ill-equipped to argue with someone like me. Why don't you learn your place and just go find someone to look pretty for? That's about all a girl like you is good for anyway."
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Post by Eve Deveraux on Feb 29, 2008 2:07:14 GMT -5
Yes, Quant. Eve was not so stupid as some people made her out to be. Sure, she may not be a bookworm, but she did watch Oprah from time to time, and knew what Oprah’s Book Club was recommending, at the very least -- even if she didn’t read the text. Eve smirked triumphantly when she got Russell at his own interests. Knowing full well that she had not made up a word, knowing full well that she was sure she thought that the name might have been Quant, quite sure it was close to that exactly, Russell’s attempt at degradation on her character did very little.
It was not until he stood that she was caught by surprise. Quickly stepping back, as though she might catch something, Eve had a fleeting moment of uneasy. For crying out loud, he was tall. Like a missing link. Eve could not help grin at the thought of Big-Foot carrying a book through the forest, tearing out pages to wipe his rear. She did not have much more confidence in Russell’s evolution.
Flashing a well of course look when Russell finally admitted that he was acting out of place, Eve quickly discovered that he was just setting her up for the next insult. Eve’s face fell, and behind those dark sunglasses, her eyes were burning. Russell couldn’t possibly have known that this was a point of insecurity for her, but it was. After all, her mother was little more than that, and she had struggled with her own worth, beyond the obvious, for years. Tipping her nose up slightly in a huff, she sniffed in disdain. It probably looked quite silly, since he was a good half-foot taller than her. But she did not let his size stop her from stepping up and slapping him sharply across the face. “You wouldn’t know a pretty girl if you saw one, Russell Quant, your only sexual experience has blinded you.” She stated, as though it was the most matter of fact thing in the world, and the school was going to know what a tosser Russell Johnson was…
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Post by Russell Jameson on Feb 29, 2008 23:18:17 GMT -5
It was pretty safe to say that Russell didn't keep track of Oprah's Book Club. In fact he seriously doubted that Oprah read at all. She was so loaded, he imagined that there were plenty of people she could pay to read for her and outline all the parts for her to comment on in order to sound clever. As far as he was concerned, Eve was just the same as that. Nice packaging but somewhere between the purchase and the unwrapping processes the buyer was sure to be disappointed. Everything about the Betas screamed incomplete, empty, and overrated. One Chrissy was better than ten of those bimbos, so why did his friend have to force herself to like them? It was just unfair that all the wonderful girls in the world were overshadowed by a good but shallow pair of legs.
He thoroughly enjoyed her initial reaction to his retort. Humility might have been too much to ask of her but he was willing to take whatever he could get. What he wasn't expecting, however, was the physical attack that she dealt him before he had so much as a chance to move. The power of her slap was so strong that it turned his face to the side. "Ow!" He growled, his hand immediately rubbing where she'd struck him. In anger, he seized the hand she'd used and pulled her up and toward him so that their noses were within about an inch of touching.
"What did you do that for?! Sure I know a pretty girl if I see one. But I also know a spoiled brat when she decides to slap me with her over-priced, badly manicured hand. Apologize or I'm going to do something you'll regret, Deveraux."
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Post by Eve Deveraux on Mar 1, 2008 3:46:52 GMT -5
Oh the exhilaration she got when those baby cheeks give way with a loud smack. The further satisfaction of his voiced pain was enough to make a smile flash on her face when she insulted him. For as much as she hated Russell, she had a fantastic time being at odds with him sometimes… but only the times when she was the one firing back a clever remark. The main drawback was that the only way to provoke such uplifting verbal abuse was to have someone as quick as Russell, who was equally cruel.
But it was not to be long lasted. It never was with her dear Quant. His large hand grasped her wrist tightly and she was brutally yanked further. Her initial feeling was repulsion. She had a fleeting sensation, similar to that of just before retching. But he didn’t smell so bad as she imagined him to. That was strange, that he should not emit such toxins that she should faint straight away. But no, she was made to endure the sound of his voice longer. “Unhand me you yeti! Where do you get off -“ Eve struggled hard against Russell’s grip, but she was never a very strong girl… despite her personality.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Mar 3, 2008 21:58:44 GMT -5
So maybe he'd pulled a bit hard. Geez, does she always have to make such a scene... she's the one who started this whole thing. Make a scene, it hit Russell like a pile of bricks and he couldn't believe he'd never thought of the solution before. He looked around at the faces that had turned to watch the upset they had created. Sure, not a whole lot of A-listers; but he was sure that there was at least one school gossip somewhere in the midst of them.
"Hey. Watch what you call me", Russell snapped in irritation as once again Eve verbally assaulted him. She really hadn't the slightest idea how to behave around people despite her elevated status. Maybe that was just it, she wasn't used to feeling lower than anyone. He was probably the only one at school who dared put her in her place. It was such a pity that one day there would be no one to call her on her grotesque lack of human qualities and decency. But at least he wouldn't have to deal with it anymore.
"Fine. You asked for it though... dear", Russell said between his teeth. He couldn't believe he was going to do this but it truly was what she deserved. If all the world was a stage for her, he was about to put her in the center of it. If she really hated him as much he thought she did, this would be a punishment worse than death. Before Eve had a chance to say otherwise the boy sweeped her forward with his free arm, bent his head down, and kissed her.
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Post by Eve Deveraux on Mar 4, 2008 22:59:04 GMT -5
Struggling to no prevail, Eve shortly gave in to the man-handling grip on her wrist. She was none too happy about the situation, however, and she glowered at him behind shaded sunglasses. She was just becoming aware of the fact that she should have put them on her head, but she was not really in a situation that would allow her to do so. Russell was being inconvenient on so many levels. How Eve detested his existence. Eve would never have thought it possible, but Russell was going to make her hate him all the more.
Before she could protest his derogatory, ‘endearing’ name for her, Eve felt his arm cross around her. Shock could not distract her from what came next. Her body was slammed against his, and her outlet of breath was blocked by Russell Jameson’s lips. Eve would have gasped, but did not currently have the ability to do so. She was frozen in surprise, rigid against his warm lips. Her eyes were wide with surprise, and it was much too long for her liking before she could rip her head away from him.
For the first time she was speechless. “I… you…” she could not hate him right in the moment, it would take a moment for her to register what he had just done. “Let me go.” She said gently, in a somewhat distant voice.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Mar 5, 2008 23:20:05 GMT -5
What was to follow his stunt was the last thing Russell had ever expected of the French prep every normal person loved to hate. Her reaction was unsettlingly human, for a moment he wondered if she hadn't pulled a fast one on him and produced a lackluster clone a split second before he leaned in for the kill/kiss. "Er...sure" he said, reacting on instinct. All of a sudden he was flooded with a feeling somewhat similar to guilt. They were both behaving contrary to what was ordinarily expected. Had he somehow been transported to 'Bizarro World', where up was down and down was up? Russell immediately released Eve from his loathsome embrace that felt more like he was attempting to squeeze the life out of her as opposed to a genuine hug.
He took a step back and swallowed the saliva that had become lodged in the back of his throat. Her lips were soft but to him they may as well have tasted of poison. He truly hated her that much. After all she'd put him through and vice versa, it was impossible for him to feel anything short of revolt. If it hadn't been for her earlier arrogance, the straw that broke the camel's back, he most likely never would have attempted such a feat. So it's her fault, he asserted, convincing himself that it was okay to shame a girl if she were really a devil in human guise, which he was sure Eve was. In the back of his mind he knew that wasn't true.
"It's your own fault", the boy mumbled awkwardly, trying to rid himself of the few remaining sparks of anger inside him. "You can't just...see how much you like being scrutinized." Russ cast a glance in the direction of their now fairly large audience. "It's not so wonderful on the other side, is it?" he asked coldly, though his features did not mock her in the way they typically did.
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Post by Eve Deveraux on Mar 6, 2008 1:56:09 GMT -5
Eve did not even have time to back away when Russell released her. He moved so quickly, that she had only recovered by the time there was a gap between them. Her arms crossed in front of her self-consciously, but not for long. One of her arms reached up and her fingers fiddled with her dangling earring, before rubbing the back of her neck. For the first time in her life she wished no one would be looking at her. She could only imagine what they would be thinking, and she could only hope that they were as shocked as she was. Maybe she would be able to get out of there before anyone figured out that it really was her.
Eve was ready to turn and leave without a word, but she could not help get a little fumed up when Russ tried to blame this on her. Had she asked him to kiss her?! Had she made him touch her?! Absolutely not! Her brow was furrowing in exasperation, her jaw dropped. She could just barely make the crowd out now when Russell brought attention to them again. “Oh, you’re about to find out what it’s like on the other side Russell Qua-Ja-Whateveryournameis!” Eve responded in a heated fluster. With that, she turned on her heal and left as fast as she could. She could only imagine what would be said by those who saw and dared to tell anyone… who was she kidding? She was Eve Deveraux. They would tell everyone.
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Post by Russell Jameson on Mar 6, 2008 15:32:16 GMT -5
Eve's return to her usual state was a relief. For a moment Russell had almost felt, horror of all horrors, guilty about being mean to the insufferable witch. He couldn't feel too bad for the humiliation she was bound to endure. It was only a kiss, after all. The only reason it bothered her was because it was from him. It was her own feelings that betrayed her. Now she would be forced to live with the fact that for a fleeting second she had shared something intimate with someone who, in her mind, was inferior. Maybe now she'd learn to treat people a bit better. At the very least she might learn who her true friends were.
Russ waved as she left, as if to add insult to injury. She didn't even know his name but she certainly would now that she was tied to it. The other side was a place he was fairly accustomed to and he doubted anything she could do would hurt him if she hadn't succeeded thus far. Though I certainly look forward to seeing her try, the boy thought as he left some money on the counter and picked up his book. Should be entertaining at the very least. He no longer had much of an appetite after all of that and figured he'd might as well leave too. People's need to stare never did sit well with him.
[x]CLOSED[x]
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