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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 18:33:27 GMT -5
"When you live this close to the beach, running isn't really a problem, and I'm excused from gym." She shrugged, climbing up on the car and sitting down. She sniffed and grinned at Scout, laying back.
"Well when you're idea of a plan is to go to a party, get baked, and wonder around aimlessly for a few hours... that would be the Baby Davenport Guide to Living." She smiled, kicking her shoes off. The sound of metal cutting metal screeched through the air, telling baby at least Jon was home.
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Post by {Allison} Alaska on Nov 24, 2008 18:43:07 GMT -5
Scout climbed on top of the car, next to Baby. "Yeah, but when your running from the cops in an attempt to escape..." She pointed out, still chewing her gum that she had started chewing earlier. "Want some? I've found that it helps mask the beer scent when facing the parentals," Scout said, pulling her pack of gum out, and holding it out. Deciding to take another piece for herself, she unwrapped it from the silver paper, and the fruity scent filled the air, and Scout inhaled the deliciousness of the gum.
"What the fuck is that noise?" Scout asked, sitting up. She could've sworn that she just heard the screech of metal-on-metal. "Don't tell me, this is some bad horror movie, and someone's gonna come out carrying a chainsaw, and we're gonna have to run our asses off again," Scout deadpanned, tugging at the ends of her hair.
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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 18:52:05 GMT -5
Baby just laughed when Scout offered her gum. She took a piece but shook her head. "Jon and Kat believe life experiences, such as stripping on the beach and getting drunk, are good for people. They'd probably make me a big batch of pancakes and celebrate." She popped the gum in her mouth.
"No such luck. It's my stepdad. He's massacring some innocent piece of metal." She shrugged, resting her head on the cool metal of the car. "That's what all the cars are for, scrap metal, we actually only own two running cars, and one of them belongs to my brother."
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Post by {Allison} Alaska on Nov 24, 2008 19:02:13 GMT -5
"Lucky. My parents have threatend to ship me off to some foregin place - which is how I ended up here - or put me in a 'special school' for people who are first class screw ups," Scout said, with a shrug. Her parents had always been uptight, and were convinced that Scout was going to drag down the Chandler family name, which she was going a great job of doing, considering her very, uh, colorful track record, not that anybody was too terribly concerned. "The parentals are somehow convinced that being away from home, and in a new place with more people I can have a little harmless fun with is somehow good for me," Scout snorted, rolling her eyes at her parent's naiveness.
"Metal scupltures? Thats... uh... different. Poor cars. They never had a chance," Scout said, putting her face in her palms, pretending to sob. "And I'm over it. So tell me, what are all of these other art supplies for? Scout asked, glancing around.
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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 19:09:08 GMT -5
"Well if they hadn't sent you here how would you know the joy of stripping for drunk college guys?" Baby asked, her blue eyes sparkling. She playing with her zipper and grinned. "It would take a lot to outdo anything Kat or Grams managed to do, so they can't send me away without looking like total hypocrites... well grams can't send me away regardless becuase I'm fairly sure she's in Malibu learning to surf..." She shrugged.
"Umm... That's my mom's collection of old glass crap that she hated as soon as she finished, that's old supplies from Sebastian's dark room. That's my easel... need to take that inside and that is Jon's latest masterpiece." it was a metal fountain that looked something akin to a peeing cupid.
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Post by {Allison} Alaska on Nov 24, 2008 19:48:18 GMT -5
"True. That was quite fun, huh?" Scout said letting her legs dangle off the side of the car. "And geeze. Your grandmother sounds fucking awesome. Mine lives in Minnesota and the two times I've seen her she criticized me enough to last a life time. I like to call her Granny A, short for Granny Asshole," Scout said, smirking at recalling her grandmother's shock when Scout said that plainly to Granny A's face. Oh, the trouble that Scout got her smart ass mouth into. "And my other grandma lives in New Zeland, and has about thirty five cats and has a twitching problem... Scary," Scout added, remembering almost getting killed by her grandmother's furry little freaks.
"God, your family is way cooler than mine. The closest thing we ever get to cool is when the parentals decide to actually give me my allowance. And since I'm siblingless, I get all of the wonderful negative attention I do not necessairly want or need," Scout said, making a face. She was the black sheep in her family, and she knew it. She liked to use that to her advantage in most places.
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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 19:55:54 GMT -5
Baby shrugged. "Grams has to be awesome, she's making up for my shit grandmother on the other side of the family." She nodded. "Actually she's always been like that, raised Kat to be like that and Kat's raising me the same way. Best part? Grams makes the most incredible fudge this side of Russia, you just have to let her know if you want it 'special' or not." She smiled.
"I wouldn't call us cool... and most of the school agrees with me. I call us weird. I love it though. You should see my room, canvas everywhere, paint on the walls. My sister's room looks like a crayola shop exploded. We're weird in a totally awesome way." She decided.
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Post by {Allison} Alaska on Nov 24, 2008 20:02:21 GMT -5
Scout grinned. "Special? Do I even want to know what that means?" Scout asked, grinning. She wished her family were more like Baby's, even if they were a bit strange. "If I painted on my walls or anything, my parents would have me locked up in an aslyum. Then if that didn't fix my looniness, then they would put me in a permanet padded cell or something, knowing them. They are way too uptight for their own good... Does you sister color on her walls or something? Cause that just sounds awesome," Scout said, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, that had made it's way into her blue eyes, yet again.
"So tell me, are we just gonna sit here all night, or go and find another kick ass party somewhere, where we can get in another shit load of trouble, or what?" Scout asked, grinning. She was always up for another round of trouble.
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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 20:05:49 GMT -5
Baby grinned. "Yeah, free expression and whatnot. Besides, they figured it was kind of a double standard to not get mad at me for getting paint on the walls, then yell at her for coloring on them." She shrugged. "Nessa's happy, though we keep having to tell her she can only do that at our house, not anyone elses."
When Scout asked for another party she licked her lips, thinking about it. "Depends. I know two parties, one with pot and possibly more, one with nothing more than drinking, which would you preferr?" She asked, She didn't want to take Scout to a party with drugs unless she was cool with it.
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Post by {Allison} Alaska on Nov 24, 2008 20:17:24 GMT -5
Scout laughed. "I can imagine her going to someone's house and drawing on the walls, and going insane and whatnot, and then the people getting totally pissed. Though that sounds more like something that I would and could do," Scout said, grinning. She had always wanted to trash someone else's house, though she had never really got the chance to do that, and homeowners everywhere should be happy about that, considering the damage Scout would do.
Scout thought for a minute. "I think that we should go to the one with the pot. It'd probably be better, since I don't want to have to deal with a shitload of drunks pressing themselves against me, and having to shove them off again and again, but it's up to you," Scout said, shrugging. She personally didn't care which one they went to, as long as they got to have a little more fun.
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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 20:23:44 GMT -5
"She's two. It happens." Baby shrugged, sliding down off the car. She started for the stairs and stopped. "I want to change first. Got sand in my shorts. You can come in or wait out here, whichever. Though if you come in you can borrow something to wear." She started up the stairs.
"For the record, there'll be drunks either way." she climbed over the gate, she refused to call it a baby gate for obvious reasons, and walked into the house. She didn't say a word, hurrying to her room to avoid being amushed by Vanessa. She got to her room and moved a few blank canvases out of the way, as well as a few painted ones. She reached into her closet, pulling out a pair of tight black leggings and a shimmery grey sleeveless tunic with a gold, beaded neck line. She grabbed a pair of sunglasses and dug around for a pair of grey flats.
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Post by {Allison} Alaska on Nov 24, 2008 20:31:58 GMT -5
Following Baby into the house, Scout paused briefly at the gate. She figured it was to keep Baby's little sister inside. Careful to step over the gate and not knock it over, she followed Baby through the house, to where she assumed was Baby's room, considering the prescription of the bedroom. "Daaamn, this is even more impressive than I thought it would be," Scout said, glancing around at the vairous canvases with gorgeous paintings on them.
Grabbing a short dress with black and gold sequins on it, Scout lifted her tank top over her head, and pulled her shorts off, that were still a bit damp. She pulled the dress over her head, and grabbed a rubber band and pulled her hair into a spunky side ponytail. Glancing around for a pair of shoes, she put on a pair of gold kitten heels. Grabbing a funk fedora from off of the bed, Scout put it on her head, and asked, "What do ya think?"
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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 20:37:42 GMT -5
Baby looked in the mirror and nodded. "I think we look darnit fine." She grinned. "Mom I'm stealing the car." She called, grabbing the keys from the hook as they headed out. So technically she didn't even have a learner's permit, that hadn't stopped her before. She stole the fedora from Scout's head and jumped over the gate, running down to the car.
Their car was actually pretty nice compared to everything else that had. Baby opened the door, getting in and waited for Scout. She checked her make up in the mirror, digging an eyeliner pencil from one of the compartments and running it over her eyes, darkening them and making her baby blues pop more.
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Post by {Allison} Alaska on Nov 24, 2008 20:48:53 GMT -5
Scout didn't even bother to ask if Baby even knew how to drive. Scout herself had driven many times without parental supervision, and had taught herself how to drive, and was fairly sure that she could wheedle her way out of getting into trouble if she ever got caught without a liscence. Following Baby outside, and down the steep steps, she stepped around the art supplies on the ground, and made her way to the car, where Baby was waiting. Scout liked the clicks and clacks that her heels made on the pavement, she she over dramatized them just to make some noise. Finally opening the car door, she hopped in, so she and Baby could go make their grand enterance.
Sitting in the car, she took the fedora back from Baby's head and smirked. "Your driving. You don't need distractions like funky hats," Scout said, grinning. The car backed out of the driveway, and Scout had no clue where they were going and quite frankly she didn't care. She was just looking for a hell of a good time, and she was fairly certain she would get it.
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Post by Farris {JR.BR.SR.PL.PL} on Nov 24, 2008 22:32:24 GMT -5
Baby sped down the street. She never really bothered with the speed limit thing, she kept to side streets and went at about eighty in a thirty zone. No one was out there anyway. She glanced at Scout. "Hat thief." She muttered, going even faster. She slowed as they got to the house. She parked in the street and opened the door.
She walked up to the house, where the party was already raging. A stoned guy came over, wrapping an arm around her waist, squeezing her ass. "Hey Baby Doll, who's your girlfriend?" He asked, slurring his words. "too good for you Jay, touch my ass again and I'll rip your fugging arm off." She smiled sweetly and ducked away from his arm.
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