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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 2:57:22 GMT
Community hours are the bane of Harper's existence. He can barely stop stuttering in front of his best (boy?)friend, let alone in front of people he doesn't know at all. He doesn't know how he got stuck handing out pamphlets on the sidewalk on Main Street for a cause he doesn't care about, but they said they'd give him five hours for two and a half hours of work.
So, he saw the opportunity and he took it.
Needless to say he hasn't given anyone a single pamphlet because of his nerves. He's managed to settle them a few times, but never worked up the guts to shove a pamphlet into someone's open arms. He figures he needs to man up and just hand one out already. So he decides, the next person to pass him he'll ask them if they want a pamphlet before holding it out to them. Yeah, it'll be just as easy as that. Harper counts down from five and watches the people pass.
Then, he goes for the kill. "I-if you were my shin, I'd bang you on my coffe table-," Harper wants to die at that exact moment. He's holding out a pamphlet about who knows what but the worlds didn't come out quite right and his cheeks start to heat up. "I-I mean, no, I-I don't mean that- oh my god, I'm so sorry." [attr="class","tag"]@someone [newclass=.tag]width: 300px; text-align: right; margin-top: -10px;[/newclass][newclass=.tag a]text-transform: uppercase; font: 12px courier new;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Jan 26, 2014 3:39:06 GMT
Zola hates any and all forms of exercise, so when her mother asks her to to go pick up some items from some stores as a favor, she nearly refuses her. But in the end, she remembers that eating is a sad necessity in life, and heads out the door. If it was up to her, people wouldn't need to eat. They would sleep all day and all night, maybe waking up for one hour during dusk to do whatever. But that's not how things work, sadly, so instead of sleeping for twenty-three hours a day, she gets to go outside.
As usual, it's noisy on the main street. It's a place where quiet is a rare occurrence, unfortunately. A little quiet, or preferably a lot of quiet, goes a long way, as Zola knows well. This is something the rest of the island has yet to learn.
She just prays that she can get back to her house without bumping into anyone or getting stopped. All she wants is to get back to her room as fast as possible so that she can curl up underneath the crumpled sheets on her bed.
Because she doesn't want anyone to stop her, of course she gets stopped. The boy's words are enough to make her raise her eyebrows a fraction of an inch, her version of complete surprise. "Excuse me?" Zola mumbles, not displaying the slightest sign of embarrassment at the question. "Are you hitting on me? Or are you handing out pamphlets for a porno? Or do you want me to star in a porno? Because I'm sixteen and I'm not sure if that's legal." Banging someone on a coffee table seems like a terrible idea to Zola. You could ruin a perfectly good coffee table, and you probably will if you try that. But what does she know? This guy's the expert at banging shins and/or people on coffee tables, not her.
HARPER PHOENIX
ooc: i swear i don't normally write this much i fuckin swear i don't know what happened
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 21:43:06 GMT
Harper's done it now, he's fucking done it now and he wants to die. He thought he was getting better but no, reality slaps him in the face at the wrong time. He just wants to get through this day and get his community hours, but no. Today is not the day for simple community hours to be done.
"N-no! I'm- I'm not, the pamphlets are for, they're uh for..." Harper glances down at the pamphlets in his hands before looking back at the girl, still embarassed about his mistake. "They're for saving... the Rain Forest! I'm- I'm just trying to get my community hours, oh my God, I'm so sorry about that. I mean, even if I wanted you to star in a porno it'd be illegal because I'm fifteen, and then I'd go to jail if anyone found out and maybe you too but maybe you'd get off easy, I hope because making a porno would've just been my idea even If you agreed to do it I mean, uh, um, I'm... sorry..."
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Jan 29, 2014 20:49:07 GMT
Zola listens patiently as words spill hastily out from the boy's mouth, and waits for him to come to a halt. "I'm glad you've thought this through." She remarks the moment he stumbles to a close on his little speech. She can only assume that he's given a lot of thought to the porn industry in the past, to be able to come up with that entire scenario in the blink of an eye.
"I'd make a terrible porn star anyways." She bluntly informs him, with no trace of embarrassment on her face or in her voice. Porn stars have to have a lot of energy to do what they do. It's not an industry that Zola's cut out for.
She doesn't think this guy would do very well in it either. "I don't think you should go into the porn industry either. You embarrass too easily. Not that I want to crush your dreams or whatever. Sorry."
Maybe his lifelong dream has been to get involved in the sex industry and she's just ruined it. She hope she hasn't. Wrecking dreams is very rude.
HARPER PHOENIX
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 17:35:26 GMT
The light red blush on Harper's cheeks has yet to die out even as the girl starts to talk. It goes darker when she tells him that he shouldn't go into the porn industry. "D-don't worry, you're not crushing my dreams! I-I mean you're right... I-I'd be a bad porn star, like really bad, really really bad." He's never thought of going into it, not once. Partly because it's never occured to him it's something he could go in to, partly because he's already got a job set up for him when he's old enough.
The future has never been something Harper's planned for, it's been planned for him and he's content with that. "B-but I think you could be one? Like... uh, I-I'm not trying to get you to consider porn as a job o-or anything but.... you're pretty pretty and uh... yeah..." Harper has no idea where he was going with that, but he's still red and he's still embarrassed. He hopes she doesn't take it the wrong way, like he's trying to convince her to go into the porn industry. He's not, he's really not he swears. [newclass=.tag]width: 300px; text-align: right; margin-top: -10px;[/newclass][newclass=.tag a]text-transform: uppercase; font: 12px courier new;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Feb 1, 2014 20:30:23 GMT
He denies wanting to be a porn star quickly, stumbling over his words as he speaks. Personally, she thinks that he's being a bit too hard on himself. No, he wouldn't make a superb porn star, but that's not to say he'd be downright awful. He should have a bit more confidence in himself.
Distantly, in some recess in the back of her mind, Zola wonders if the boy's face is always this red or if it's just all this talk about the sex industry. She isn't embarrassed by the topic; her own face remains pale and impassive, giving no hint as to whether she's offended by his opinion that she could make a good porn star or not.
She isn't. "That's a lovely compliment in a weird way." She says at long last, after a moment of silence. "Here, I'll take one of your fliers." Zola takes a hand out of her pocket and holds it out expectantly.
HARPER PHOENIX
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 18:23:40 GMT
Harper's relieved to hear that she isn't offended by his words. It would've made the situation so much worse if he had offended her, he's not sure he'd be able to live with himself. Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but insulting people is hardly something Harper likes to do. He doesn't understand how people can do it so easily honestly.
His eyes go a little wide when she holds out her hand. He's surprised, but he figures it's in a good way at least. He smiles and hands her the pamphlet, "D-do you want me to explain to you wh-what it's about?" [newclass=.tag]width: 300px; text-align: right; margin-top: -10px;[/newclass][newclass=.tag a]text-transform: uppercase; font: 12px courier new;[/newclass] |
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Post by ZOLA BIRDSHELL on Feb 14, 2014 1:39:33 GMT
She accepts the pamphlet mutely, without even a murmur of thanks. It's not because she's rude; it's because she doesn't like to talk more than she has to, and thanking people is exhausting work.
She scans over the pamphlet briefly, letting her eyes skim over its contents. "Sure, why not." She mumbles. "I can't wait 'til I get home and my parents ask me what happened today in my life. I can tell them I learned that I'd make a good porn star and some stuff about the rain forest."
Zola pauses to think, before speaking up again. "Does the rain forest make you nervous?" She asks abruptly. It's a strange question, and badly phrased, but phrasing things well requires forethought and effort. Really, she's just curious as to why he's stuttering so much. A speech impediment, maybe?
HARPER PHOENIX
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