On going to Scorched! Canon is A Charmed Life

[thenewnancydrew]

I don't know why I even try to talk you out of things anymore. I mean, you never listen. I try and tell you I don't want to go, and you ignore me. I tell you that I'm going to die, and you still ignore me. I tell you that I'd like to go home, and see my cat, my boyfriend, my parents, my brothers, my friends, and you still ignore me. I don't want to go to a place with public bathrooms and no hot running water. The last two places you've sent me to haven't even had a Saks. Or a nail salon, for that matter. I know I could rock the Victorian girl look, but that doesn't mean I want to.

Also, that Mist stuff? That is so creepy. Like, creepier than skeevy circuses and football cults. Creepier than Newt and Stewart combined. And no, having super hearing does not make me feel better. Believe it or not, but I don't want to listen in on peoples' conversations.

... Okay, sometimes I do. But only when it's useful! I mean, if I had super hearing during the whole football team incident, I wouldn't have almost overdosed or gotten shot.

Back on track though, Mun. Let's focus. I do not want to go to this creepy, fashion impaired, 1800s-esque place with it's stupid Mist and it's stupid door and it's stupid... lack of cars.

... You're ignoring me again.

Comments

[not_trivial]

They do tend to ignore you. Especially if your imminent death is on the line.

[ pause ]

Or when you whine too much about things.

[thenewnancydrew]

[ She acts as if she's going to respond, but then her mouth flies open and she's making the world's biggest offended noise.

Rude. ]

Excuse me? I think I have every right to whine, considering that within the last year and a half, I've been moved from New York to Truman, then to an entirely different world where I died once, then to another completely different world where I had to wear some tacky collar like a dog, and now I'm being thrown into this other place where the Mist is going to eat me.

So I'm sorry that I'm not actually that sorry for being upset about that.

[not_trivial]

[ he is just going to raise an eyebrow at that little rant there.

he would give it a 6.4 out of ten. he's seen better.]

I don't think it's the Mist that eats you, more so the things in the Mist...

[thenewnancydrew]

[ She's delivered better. Should've seen the fit she pitched when her mom took away her cat.

She narrows her eyes at him. ] Is that supposed to make me feel better?

[not_trivial]

I don't know, I think it was more of a correction on your observations.

[ shrugs.

and took away your cat? really?]

[thenewnancydrew]

You may be cute, but you really suck at this whole comforting thing. I think you need to take lessons.

[ Do not knock her relationship with Moxie. That cat is her best friend okay. ]

[not_trivial]

[ SPUTTER. what. he is not-- why are you calling him cute. stop that.

the confused look might ruin the disinterested air he had ]

Or not. I'm okay with not comforting people really.

[thenewnancydrew]

That's convenient for you, because you suck at it.

[ She tilts her head, considering him for a moment. ]

Actually, you kind of look like Luke. Got the whole black hair, blue eyes thing going on. You're built like him, too.

[ Don't mind her as she checks you out. ]

keyword totally appropriate~

[not_trivial]

[ he isn't even going to respond, just shrink a little bit more into his sweater as inconspicuously as he can because he really really doesn't like it when people do that.

yup, now he will get snappish.] I am perfectly good at comforting people that merit being comforted, but I'm so glad you gave me your opinion.

And who, by the Angel, is Luke?

so fucking perf

[thenewnancydrew]

[ Aw, don't be like that. Take it as a compliment and be flattered, dang it.

She just kind of arches a brow. ] And you don't think I merit being comforted because I whine too much? I'm a teenage girl, what do you expect?

Luke's my boyfriend. And I'd say he's nicer than you, but... he actually isn't a lot of the time.