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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Dec 23, 2013 3:39:59 GMT
 is this okay i hope this is okay @nath ❀ | Her mother wanted Zola to clean her room. As in, clean. As in, physically labor to make her room less messy. She had never heard of such an unappealing thing. Much as she disliked going outside, staying inside and vacuuming was worse. So, she had left the vacuum cleaner lying on the floor where it belonged, cracked open her window, and dragged herself outside. Thank God she had a room on the first floor. Making a rope out of bedsheets was entirely too difficult.
The only problem was finding a place to go. For the next few hours, she was effectively homeless, and the air had gotten a bit nippy since it had magically managed to snow during her shopping trip. Weather was weird. She didn't like it. She had also gotten a scrape on her chin from that trip, which she had semi-covered up with a band-aid. It was good enough for her.
The girl stood aimlessly on the sidewalk, her nose tucked beneath her scarf to protect it from the unnatural and ungodly chill in the air. It wasn't that bad, if truth be told, but it wasn't altogether pleasant either. Downtown was entirely too busy for her taste, but it was where her feet had led her. So whatever. Too much effort to turn back now.
Just then, she spotted a blond head, right across the road from her. Since yelling was out of the question (too much work and too loud), Zola instead gave the road a cursory glance and then walked right across it. Ignoring the angry drivers who had to stop for her, as well as the accident she had nearly caused, she stepped up on the pavement and tapped Nathan's shoulder. "Hi." She mumbled out in her monotone, her words slightly muffled by the scarf covering her mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 23:21:51 GMT
some coincidences are deliberate  Nathan had started that day waking up from the night before on a stranger's sofa with his arm dangling dangerously close to a wide open mouth and a leg in some girl's hair. Alas, this wasn't anything new for him; sidestepping bodies with a hangover was a normal thing, obviously. Staying too long in a strangers party didn't end well with anyone.
So he walked down the street, hand scratching at his head and groaning. His brain was still being logical, asking for a shower and sleep, but Nathan rather not be logical, especially when he had a whole day ahead of him.
But he visibly jumped with someone poked him on the shoulder. Just before he could come up with words (slurred and idiotic, of course) to punish the offender, his eyes widened at the familiar blonde with the face. The oddball sleepyhead.
"Uh, hey Zola, you scared the shit out of me!" He laughed, walking over to her and patting her roughly on the back. "Tell me yeah... ain't missing school, right? If I miss one more I'm scared they'll kick me out!" He shuddered at the thought.
"So what's new with the Zola life?" He tilted his head with a snort.
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Jan 5, 2014 2:29:52 GMT
is this okay i hope this is okay @nath ❀ | Zola didn't start when her touch caused Nathan to jump about a foot in the air. Clearly, someone wasn't at their most aware today. In response to her monosyllabic greeting, he clapped her on the back with just enough force to cause her to sway slightly forwards. She had never been the most grounded of people. Strong breezes had been known to knock her about from time to time. She just couldn't be bothered to fight against them.
"Yes. I'm very spooky." She replied to him, her deadpan expression unchanging. Of course she was happy to see him, but changing her features to match her mood was just too bothersome. "Also, it's a Saturday. So no. You're not missing anything." He had probably spent the previous night doing some crazy thing or other, while Zola had spent hers safely tucked up in her bed. After all, nights were meant for sleeping. She would never understand how some people liked to stay awake for them.
"Nothing's new. I live a boring life and that's how I like it." She paused for a moment, before adding, "'M supposed to be cleaning my room right now. But I didn't wanna. So I left." That was about it, really. Zola didn't care enough to go on.
She tilted her head slightly to the side, mirroring Nathan's previous gesture. "Wassup with you? You look..." She paused to search for the right word, before coming up with it after a momentary silence. "Tired. Don't y'know that sleep is important?" Her eyebrows knitted together to form a tiny, reproachful frown. If there was one thing she could get vocal about, it was sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 18:46:43 GMT
some coincidences are deliberate Of course, Nathan would rather converse indoors rather than in the middle of the pavement, but meh, whatever. At least he had company now. That was something; made the walk less of a chore.
"Yeah, and you'll turn into a ghost in no time if you ever started to wear make up." Nathan scoffed, laughing shamelessly at his own joke. His apathy changed into a mix of disbelief and relief as he slapped her shoulder hard again, more laughter spilling from his lips. If he continued laughing, he might just wake up as a clown and run away with the circus or something.
"Thank fuck for that, Zola! Thanks for telling me. True bro you are." Nathan even began to clap for the younger girl. "Now see, if you were so ghosty, we'd be on the way to a perfect, flawless bromance. Except... you're not a bro in the guy sense... Yeah, whatever." He dismissed the thought away with a wave of his hand.
Now slapping her cheeks with his hands (what's up with him today, getting so physical with people) Nathan's smile looked like he hadn't the strength to greet sunshine or something.
"Yeah, I'm sorta hungover. Say, is there any good napping spots around here? And food? Food would be lovely. Thanks Zola you're a babe." He slapped her on a shoulder one last time, before standing beside her now. "So whatcha waitin' for? Let's go already!"
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Jan 22, 2014 5:58:52 GMT
do i suck at replying on time yet @nath ❀ | She almost started to tell Nathan that makeup was for people who had time, but stopped herself. She had plenty of time; what she didn't have was energy. And makeup, from what she could understand, took a lot of energy. And money, too, it cost a lot of money. She'd rather be a ghost, to be completely honest. At least ghosts never had anyone bothering them. They were typically the ones who did the bothering.
"I can be a bro if I want. Don't ruin my dreams." She told him, in that dry, colorless tone she used for humor. Only those who knew her well were able to distinguish when she was trying to be funny and when she wasn't. That was what happened when you talked in the same monotone all the time and didn't change facial expressions.
Zola kept her hands in her pockets and a blank stare on her face as Nathan gently slapped her face and then her shoulder. Was this how the trendy kids were greeting each other nowadays? Whatever. She wasn't going to question it; too much work. "'Babe'?" She echoed back at him. "Don't you mean 'cash cow'?" Zola had no problems with paying for Nathan. Lord knew she didn't use her money for much else. except for the occasional pack of cigarettes. Without another word, she began trudging along the sidewalk, her head nodding slightly back and forth as she dragged her feet along the pavement. She didn't walk for long; walking, after all, sucked.
Zola halted after about ten seconds of this, as soon as a cafe caught her eye. From what she could see through the window, they had beanie chairs. She loved beanie chairs.
"Here." She informed Nathan, before opening the door for him and following after he had entered. Normally, she liked people to open doors for her, but he was hungover, so she could do him this one freebie. "Whadya want? What do hungover people like to drink anyways?" Zola had never been hungover in all her sixteen years of life. She wasn't nearly dedicated enough to drinking.
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