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Post by addison bianca north on Feb 17, 2012 10:59:42 GMT -5
Addison jumped out of the car breathing in deeply as she finally got the smell of the boys cologne out of her system. She could hear her brother shutting the driver side door still running his mouth about something or other, and next she heard Arthur's door as he might have been saying something but she tuned them out. Tonight she'd agreed to meet a couple of her friends at the dance, but her brother had made the plans to drive her there without even asking so she had to agree. If she didn't he'd know something was different about her, and that'd open a can of worms once her entire family found out the type of person she was. It might not be as bad as she thought but she wasn't ready to find out. Lucas walked around the car and over to Addie as he roped his arm around her neck pulling her in as he messed her hair up casually teasing her. "Come on Lucas, knock it off," Addie laughed, her voice timid as she barely made eye contact with her brother or his friend. "You better not have messed it up too much or i'll have to kick your ass." She was joking of course, that spectacular grin proof of that, and her brother could tell as he laughed stepping away from her to catch up with Arthur. "It actually looks better than before, don't you agree?" He asked the other man, smirking as he knew her hair was a mess as he watched her try to tame it with her fingers. "Come on Addie, don't be such a drama queen, since when do you care about your appearance?" Addie stared at him in disbelief, but instead of saying anything she just shrugged and dropped her attention to the ground at her feet. "There should be a handbook on how to understand sisters." He passed his ticket to the person at the door and stepped inside while he waited for the other two. "So, how do these events work, do we just call dibs or something?" Lucas was so awkward with the ladies so having Arthur around would hopefully help. "You really think calling dibs is going to get you two ladies?" Addison chuckled as Lucas shot her a playful glare. "You're going to need a blindfold and some drugs to take one of these girls home." Her attention shifted to Arthur, a smirk playing on her lips that her brother couldn't see (due to him staring at some woman as she passed). "Oh Addie, you're just jealous because you haven't had a date in oh-" he pretended to count time out on his fingers and stopped as he glanced at her, "around forever? Come on, let's go get a drink." He offered Arthur as Addie just groaned and followed them, all the while on the lookout for her friends. NOTES: I changed font colors so you could tell who was saying what. This is obviously Addison, and this is Lucas. I kept it very vague so I didn't god mod too much! Lucas is such a dork so please excuse his...lameness I guess would be the right word! OUTFITS: addison's dress and hair and her mask. lucas's lame outfit and mask.
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Post by arthur on Feb 25, 2012 17:14:33 GMT -5
“the worst wolves are hairy on the inside.” The Valentine’s Masquerade had been the epicentre of the gossip at Jacksonville Prep in the last few days, with cyclical small talk about who was taking whom, potential hook ups, and – amongst the girls, at least – what people would be wearing. As would be expected, Arthur had hung back from his peers’ visible enthusiasm in the lead-up to the event, rarely offering more than a roll of the eyes at some of the cattier predictions and a shrug at the mundane. The more one built up one’s expectations, the more anticlimactic the occasion usually turned out to be; feigned indifference, he thought, was the wisest insurance policy against disappointment.
Now, in an awkwardly fitting suit, and followed by the acrid chemical reek eternally typical of teenage boys (‘more scent than sense’, as his mother would have said of his over-liberal application of cologne), Arthur slammed the car door shut behind him and raised his eyes – and his eyebrows – to the newborn city hall. “Oh, dear God. When are they pulling it down?”
He turned around at the sound of Lucas and Addison’s horseplay and felt a vague twinge of sympathy for the meek-sounding sibling – though not enough to prevent a schadenfreude-fuelled smirk and a “Nice bedhead”. He wiped his palms on his trousers surreptitiously. Arthur wasn’t sure quite who was the third wheel tonight, but there certainly was a grain of truth in the saying ‘three’s a crowd’. The Norths’ sibling dynamic was completely alien to him – an only child, older parents, little contact with extended family – and Arthur didn’t know how, or even if, he should respond to it. He watched the tussle narrowly, with the detached and faintly wary fascination of a naturalist.
"There should be a handbook on how to understand sisters."
“Well, quite,” Arthur said. “Tell me, Addie – as outsiders, how do you ladies find the human race?”
However ironic or tongue-in-cheek he engineered his quip’s delivery, or however ambiguous it was who exactly he was trying to poke fun at, it was clear that Arthur would be less help than hindrance to any of Lucas’ attempts to ‘score’. If the other boy wanted to get anywhere tonight, he would be more successful in his exploits if he left this one as a wallflower.
“Oh, come on now! Don’t tar me with the same brush as your brother. He might need the security of calling dibs, but that’s only because he knows I’d blow him out of the water if it was every man for himself…” Oh, a boy can dream. Arthur’s pretence of high standards and pickiness with women was a complete smokescreen, and he was wilfully unaware of how many people had picked that up. “Then again, I can’t hope to rival Lucas’ gift of the gab. What was that winning line from the other night, bro – ‘if you are what you eat I could be you by morning’? Though of course you know I’d never repeat such vulgarity in front of a lady.”
About to push the door open, he paused for a moment and turned back, joking, to his friends.
“Now, on the topic of decorum: how well-behaved are we going to be? Remember our sacred duty to uphold for the principal, as representatives of the town’s most prestigious, costly and high class institution… you know, in other words, whatever alcohol we cheat had better be expensive.” |
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Post by addison bianca north on Feb 27, 2012 23:47:12 GMT -5
Addison couldn't understand how her brother and Arthur were friends. Even just watching their interactions now she could tell they were polar opposites. Listening to her brother crack his joke about a sibling handbook had her groaning as she made a face when he looked back at her, but she wiped all expression from her face when Arthur glanced back with his question. Ah, she should have known to expect some sort of quip from him. "Not gonna lie, I thought the race would be smarter," she shrugged cocking a quick grin, "but since ladies are the superior race I shouldn't have expected that much."
She liked that her brother had seemed to distance himself from her and attach to Arthur, and as the males started to chat she listened in on the stupidity. Lucas burst out laughing pushing Arthur to the side as he heard what he'd said to Addison. "You may catch more fish but mine are bigger." He then thought about it and his mouth dropped. The bigger the fish the better when it's for sport but when it's about scoring with the ladies bigger might not be the best term to use. "I can't help that you've got the better bait," to keep up with his fishing puns. Addison made sure her brother remembered she was there by making a gagging noise as she scrunched her face up and picked up her step quickening it to the door. "I don't want to hear anything about bait from either of you."
Arthur helped her out by shifting the conversation, but when he finished his thought Addison found herself staring at her brother in disbelief. "You didn't?!?" Lucas shrugged, an innocent smile on his face to hide the guilt as his sister punched him in the arm. "Damn Addie, that hurts you know! I can't help it that the guys on the team tell me these are guaranteed to pick up chicks." Addie shook her head disappointed in her brother, but she was sure those lines did work on some easy chicks. "So tell me, Arthur boy, what would you tell a lady to pick her up?" Addie couldn't wait to hear what he could come up with.
She caught up easily to the men as they reached the door, but instead of going in she was surprised when Arthur turned to address them. She cocked an eyebrow listening to him and found herself chuckling when he finished. "Is there an on - off switch where we can just turn your pretentious side off?" She flashed him a smile before turning her attention to her brother, "and how about we turn off whatever charm you think you have Casanova?" She joked motioning them forward. Her brother looked from both his sister to Arthur and shook his head confident as ever, "i'll have all them ladies in there eating out of the palms of my hands, just you guys wait."
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