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Post by Sophronius on May 20, 2008 10:01:15 GMT -5
Helen took a seat at the table and put a false smile on her face to avoid having to talk about why she was feeling down to her parents, really to just avoid having to talk with them at all. She wondered what her foster-sister had been thinking about on the walk outside, since she had remained quiet. She was probably just tired of talking to me about all of my problems, the red head thought. Taking a hamburger from the pile, Helen ate silently, like she usually preferred, it wasn’t because of her distaste for talking with her parents, but because she didn’t like to eat and speak at the same time, it was just something she didn’t do at home. After finishing her meal, Helen began to clean up the table, taking the plates and utensils that weren’t being used back into the house. She knew that she wanted to try and spend some more time with Marina, but wasn’t sure how to get away from her parents. Helen realized that her social skills were a bit lacking from having pretty much one friend for the past twelve years, and couldn’t think of how to get some privacy with Marina. “Marina, would you want to start painting your room new colors? I think we have a good amount of paint left from when we painted my room,” yeah, that could do for the time being, though painting was not exactly what the girl had in mind. ((Sorry it took forever and that it's not good. I was at a complete loss with what to do, so I just wrote something to try and get the ball rolling again))
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Post by Lady Death Blossom on May 20, 2008 15:50:25 GMT -5
Marina talked animatedly with 'Mom' and 'Dad' about nothing in particular, like people normally did at the dinner table. Her new 'parents' seemed to welcome this behavior and talked with her. She soon finished her little wilty salad. It was better than she thought it would be. She helped Helen clean up the plates. Once they were set in the sink she began runnign water in order to wash them. Washing the dishes had always been her job at her hold home. She sort of liked doing them. It was a calming experiance. She turned and smiled at Helen. "Sure, I'd love to. I don't think I could stand staying in a pink room. Thanks. Can we do it after I do the dishes?" She asked. She began adding soap to the water. She pulled the dishes, one by one into the sink. She took a scrubbie and wahsed the food away from each plate, fork, and bowl. There were nto that many dishes so it was an easy job. She set each object on the drying rack. Near the end of her job the butler seemed to appear out of no where. "You don't have to do that ma'am." he commented in his dry, monotone voice. Marina jumped and nearly dropped a dish, but she was able to kick it up with her foot and easily catch it. It was something she had learned to do when she first began washing dishes. Doing that made the amount of broken dishes decrese emensely. The butler seemed impressed. "Please, don't call me ma'am. Just Marina. No miss' either. And I like doing the dishes, so it's okay." She smiled sweetly at him and finished up the job. She turned to Helen. "All right, let's go." Her smile was bright and sweet. She seemed to trust Helen. In all actuality she was a little scared of the girl. She wasn't sure why. But Marina wasn't the type of gal who easily voiced her opinions.
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Post by Sophronius on May 27, 2008 19:46:28 GMT -5
It was a bit funny to see Marina tell their butler, whose name always escaped Helen, to call her Marina rather than miss or ma’am. Helen liked being called miss sometimes; it was a nice little thing that made everything feel a bit less real, like she wasn’t herself anymore. Helen had to remember where she had kept all of the half filled buckets of paint that she had used to paint her room in an array of chaotic shapes, words, and colors. When Marina was finished washing the dishes, which Helen saw no point in her doing, she told her foster-sister to go up to her bedroom, and that she would be there shortly. Helen ran up to her room, taking the steps two at a time. It wasn’t until she saw herself in a mirror in her room that she noticed that she was still in a yellow bikini. She really should have changed before eating, but it was too late to do anything about it. After pulling on a ratty gray tank-top and a pair of jeans, Helen found the eight cans of paint, one for each color of the rainbow plus black, and carried three to the room across the hall. There was one paint brush for them to use, but it was incredibly small, Susan had used it to paint images on the walls, though Helen planned on doing insane designs with finger painting techniques. It hadn’t occurred to her that Marina might not appreciate the chaos of a randomly painted room; it could be make it a bit difficult to go to sleep, but it wasn’t that bad. She pushed the door open with her butt, and dropped the cans on the floor, saying, “There’s just five more cans to bring over.”
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Post by Lady Death Blossom on Jun 12, 2008 16:34:40 GMT -5
Marina nodded and followed her 'sister' up the stairs. This gave her a nice view of Helen's bikini clad butt. Marina flushed and concentrated on the stairs. Helen had eyes only for her ex-girlfriend. She shouldn't be looking at such things. Marina jammed her hands into her pockets and entered her room. The pink only shocked her again. Then she burst out laughing. Never had she been a pink princess... But this room conveyed so much personality for a little girl. Marina sighed and began to move things out of the way of the walls. The bed, the desk, things like that. She would have to paint those things too. She couldn't stand pink. She heard the door open again and smiled. "All right. I'll come help you." Marina followed Helen across the hall to the other room. She entered into a flurry of chaos. Marina gasped. "It's very pretty in here. I'm not sure I could deal with it, but I think it suits you. You and Susan painted it right? That's what you said? A chaotic and unpredictable love, huh?" She said this with a teasing note in her voice. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. The room was very pretty, truly. But Marina was more of a simple girl. She would make a picture out of her wall. She picked up two of the paint cans and carried them across the hall. She had a little trouble, as she wasn't the strongest of females. She giggled when she set them down atop the pink carpet. "I wonder if Miss... I mean mom will get angry if we do this?"
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Post by Sophronius on Jun 13, 2008 22:53:29 GMT -5
Helen listened as Marina described what had happened in the room two years ago. That was exactly what it was, but it was not what her relationship with Susan was, it was not chaotic and unpredictable, and maybe that was the problem with it. It was peaceful and fulfilling, at least for Helen it was, though there were moments when things would become chaotic and unpredictable. But even these moments made Helen feel safe and loved. Though Helen did not mention any of this. She just answered, “Yeah, that’s right,” to Marina, with a bit of a sorrow to her voice, she did not want to describe how things were; it would not make things like they used to be.
Helen carried the last three buckets of paint over, it wasn’t the lightest of loads, but it was certainly manageable. Marina’s little giggle was cute; it brightened everything up a bit for Helen, and a slight smile appeared on her face. While listening to her question, Helen looked over her new sister’s face. It was so delicate and beautiful, and reminded her of all the things she had planned to do with the girl before she had arrived.
And Marina’s question was enough to cause Helen to let out a small laugh. Walking up to her, Helen put a hand on Marina’s left shoulder. Speaking in a serious tone, Helen told her sister, “Don’t worry about her. You should just do what you feel. To hell with what other people think.” It was advice Helen wished that she, herself, could follow.
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